I like the idea of you having a mantra.
Alison was a good girl. Jeremy had told her to sit quietly each day from noon until two and look at herself in the mirror, repeating her mantra.
I am a good girl.
I am a good bimbo.
I am a good slut.
I am a good slave.She dressed up in whatever pretty outfit Jeremy left for her, did her hair and make up, and sat down.
I am a good girl.
I am a good bimbo.
I am a good slut.
I am a good slave.She stared into the mirror, watching herself repeat. She looked into her own blank, empty eyes, watching her own vapid smile as she spoke, over and over.
I am a good girl.
I am a good bimbo.
I am a good slut.
I am a good slave.She repeated until her mind felt fuzzy and blank, until she couldn’t understand the words anymore. Then the alarm went off, she smiled brightly, giggled, and got up to do her next chore. Alison was a good girl.
Devotional Training: Use of Mantras.
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