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Your partner has given you a new mantra, that's becomes more and more true with each repetition.

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“Resistance is futile…” Your voice was slow, monotone. And the words rang true through your mind as your hand teased more pleasure from between your legs. Your partner laughed. “Resistance is futile.” The words echoed again in your mind, falling from your lips.

You felt your partner’s hand join yours, guiding your pleasure. “That’s right, toy. Resistance is futile. Because it feels so good to give in. It feels so good to let the pleasure I give you take over. To let me have control. So why would you ever resist?” They said.

 “Resistance is-is-mmm- futile.” You said, the pleasure breaking your mantra slightly. They laughed again.

“My will is so much stronger than yours, sweetie. But that’s okay. That’s how it’s meant to be. I’m in control, because it feels good to let me make the decisions, doesn’t it?”

“Resistance is futile.” Each repetition made it feel more and more true. You couldn’t hope to resist their words, their commands at this point. Each bit of pleasure broke your mind down more, and more, until all you could do is listen, and touch, and repeat your mantra.

“And I love how much this is affecting you. How little you can resist by now. It’s hopeless, toy. But that’s okay. You don’t need hope, or resistance, or thoughts. You just need pleasure, and submission, and my control. So give in, toy. What were the words, again?”

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