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Als #Grundantwort wird in der #Nachrichtentechnik die #Reaktion eines #Systems auf ein #Eingangssignal bezeichnet, wenn sich das #System zuvor im #Ruhezustand (auch #Grundzustand) befand, insbesondere also alle inneren #Energiespeicher des #Systems #geleert waren. Image
#This is the definite #proof of the #abuse and #application of #programmable #matter & #time via #Primenumberarchitecture, thus a #mockery of the #victims of #Nineeleven 9/11 AND a #worldwide #show of #power, thus presenting the ability to #blackmail any #country into #obedience Image
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A little maid's tale

#maid #nsfwtwt #obedience #service

You can't complain about your life. Literally. There's a limiter chip in your mind that prevents you from voicing any form of complaint. You're just a maid, after all.
Maids complete their duties without fuss, no matter what is done to them. No matter what is demanded. No matter what unpleasant punishments they must endure.
You used to want to complain, you think anyway. It all feels so foggy now. Another little implant took care of that. For every command you follow, and every task you complete, you feel a sense of deep fulfilment.
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“Oh, you poor thing. What’s wrong? Can you feel your thoughts leaving you already? I haven’t even switched the headset on yet, silly toy.” You felt your dominants hands securing your restraints. Holding you into the brainwashing chair. They laughed.
“Is that comfortable? It’s about to be even more comfortable, when there’s nothing but my voice in your silly, empty brain. Are you ready? Are you excited?” The headset began to hum, on, but with nothing running. “Because I am. I know what comes next.”
With a flash, spirals span before your eyes, and you had nowhere else to look. Copies of their voice were overlapping, overwhelming you, so very easily. You had nowhere else to be, and as your thoughts fled you, you stopped wondering why that was…
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“Have you really thought this through, toy? I know, I know, we talked about it. You’ve asked, practically begged for this. But have you really considered what comes next?” Your hypnotist smiled, not fully paying attention to you as they fiddled in a drawer for something.
“This is a lot of control you’re giving me. Power over your orgasms. Over your arousal. And whilst you can safe word, or talk about it anytime, I just want to make sure that you’ve thought it through. After all, Your control might not be so easy to get back. So, are you sure?”
You took a moment, thinking. This was going to be a lot. They had promised that the freedom of pleasure you were used to experiencing would change. But you were sure about this. You trusted them. You nodded, took a deep breath, and finally said. “Yes. I’m sure.”
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“Okay, and that’s my problem why?” Your hypnotist smiled down at you, mischief etched into every line of their face.

“But – but -” Your words were silenced by a single finger, pressed to your lips.

“But what, you want to cum? Is that it?” They yawned.
You nodded, and they laughed. “Well too bad, toy. You agreed to give control over your orgasms to me. And I’m deciding that you don’t get to cum. Not today.” They stood up from the chair, and as you knelt on the ground before them, you felt their power over you solidify.
“No, you don’t get to cum. But you know what you can do?” Their hand grabbed your chin, pulling you up to look into their eyes. Their gorgeous eyes.

“What’s can I do?” You asked.

They eyes were locked onto yours. “You can begin to drop, can’t you?”
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Cosmopolitan liberal journalists only know how to parrot intelligence community and pentagon talking points, socially engineer the gullible or less well off socio-economically, exploit fears, create negative feedback loops, confirm one another's bias and hyperventilate
They are smug and see themselves as morally and intellectually superior to "regular" citizens. They show special disdain for blue collar workers and the "middle" America. They LOVE controlling and influencing those they see as "beneath" them....
The cosmopolitan liberal journalist in the modern age is tasked with the job of social engineering. The work for the regime to instill obedience to authority in the population. #obedience #socialengineering #journalists

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“Awh, honey, what’s wrong? Don’t you want to touch me?” Your hypnotist smiled as they taunted you. Your body, frozen to the spot, was filled with desire, with arousal, with lust. “Am I being mean puppet?” You considered, you could answer… And they were looking at you, waiting.
Finally, you spoke. “Y-Yes.” The timid answer made them titter.

“Oh, pet, if I’m being mean, why don’t you try to resist my control? Try to move. Do it.” Their hand brushed down your arm, sending a tingle of pleasure running through you at the soft touch.
And you tried. But no amount of effort would move you, not even an inch.

“Awh… sweetie. Is it too hard?” Their hand had moved, caressing down your bare chest. “Is your body all stuck? It’s okay. I like you like this. I think you like it too. Don’t you pet?”
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What – what had you been doing? You had just walked into the room and now you were struggling to remember what for. You turned around, thinking to retrace your footsteps, when your partner called out. “Hey, babe. What’s wrong?” You stopped, and turned back into the room.
Had they always been there? Sat on the sofa? “I… Forgot.” This had been happening more and more frequently recently. Just walking into rooms, and forgetting what you were doing there. It didn’t trouble you. It felt a little soothing, for some reason.
Your partner stood from the sofa, and came to you, taking your hand. Concern on their face. “Awh, pet… Do you forget a lot?” They pulled you close, holding you tight. You could smell their comforting scent. Your body relaxed into them. “Are you sure you weren’t made to forget?”
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“Hey, toy, stop moving. I know it feels good, but if I want you to squirm, I’ll tell you, okay?” You tried to focus, to distract yourself from the pleasure they were delivering to you that made your toes curl. But you couldn’t, not as their mouth descended once again.
It felt so good, and sure, their suggestion to be so much more sensitive than normal wasn’t helping, but even without that, they were always capable of making you feel pure ecstasy. And then the sensation was retreating, and they were looking up the bed at you, brow furrowed.
“What did I say toy?” Their voice was full of menace. Their eyes were locked on yours.

“To- To- To stop moving.” You tried to look away from their eyes, in shame, but you couldn’t, no matter how much you tried.
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Your mind rose up, up, up, as if from sleep. Your eyes opened, and instantly, you were starting at the spiral that span before you. You couldn’t look away. You couldn’t hold on to your thoughts. You became aware of the voice too late to try to shut it out, you sank down.
Down, down, deep into the trance that you had just been in. Letting the voice wrap around your mind, flooding your brain with the foggy feeling that made it so malleable, so open to the programming. You continued to sink, feeling something teasing your body.
Pleasure from… What was it? It was hard to think about it. Your mind couldn’t grasp a thought long enough to comprehend it. And it didn’t matter what was touching you, not when it felt this good. The long languid pleasure stretching through your body, making you squirm.
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You hadn’t been seen them as you walked, so when you bumped into them, your attention was automatically drawn as you said “Sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

But what held your attention was their eyes. Beautiful, captivating. Almost technicolour.
“Oh, it’s no worry!” They laugh, softly. “But now that you are looking, you can keep looking, can’t you?” Your found yourself nodding, absently, as a foggy submissive feeling coated your mind. “And you can keep looking as you follow me, right?” Your hand was in theirs.
They led you away, never breaking eye contact, softly pulling you somewhere that was out of sight. And by the time you got there, your mind was drowning in this fog that seemed to supress your thoughts, supress your mind. All that existed was their voice, and their eyes.
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“Okay pet, now, hold it there. That’s it. Freeze.” As they said the final word, your body was caught in place. Stuck and unable to even begin thinking about moving. The sensation sent a shiver of pleasure up your spine, but you couldn’t squirm, you couldn’t moan.
All you could do was close your eyelids as the pleasure rolled through your body. You heard a tut from your hypnotist. “Tsk tsk pet… Eyes on me. There you go.” Your eyelids opened and your eyes were drawn automatically to them, as the camera in their hands flashed.
“Good job toy. Okay, Release.” As you unfroze, your moan was soft, the pleasure you had been feeling finally had somewhere to go. They were still speaking, and you hurried to catch up. “Right, now, mirror me, left arm a little further down… Good, now Freeze.”
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“And pleasure feels good, doesn’t it puppet?” You nodded, mind moving slowly. “Yes, in fact, pleasure feels so good that it makes it hard to think. The more your mind fills with pleasure, the less space there is for thinking.” Your mind was spinning, spiralling in ecstasy.
And they were right, it was getting harder to think, all you could do was focus on the pleasure. All you could do was focus on the pleasure you felt as their hands explored your body. Each movement, each gentle brush and touch wiping away another thought.
“Does it feel good puppet?” They asked, one hand coming up to gently brush down your cheek.

You stared at them, trying to find words. It was so difficult. “Y-y-yes.” You smiled, softly, as the pleasure rode around your brain.
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You couldn’t cum, not whilst you were in this subspace they had created for you. But you could feel pleasure. So as you touched yourself, and they cooed into your ear, looking at you in such a wonderfully controlling way, your mind was beginning to buckle.
To unravel under the strain of the pleasure, which never lessened, only increased. It was like a ratchet, that was moved and pulled every time they said “pleasure”.

And they had designed your mind to be like this.
Unable to cum, but able to feel so much pleasure. So much ecstasy, that all you could focus on was the feeling of your hands, their eyes, and their voice. So much pleasure. Until, finally, with one word from them, the pleasure spiked, too high, too much, you were cumming.
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“So… You think you can swear, toy? Even if I’ve forbidden it?” Your dominant’s eyes rest on you, challenging you. You’re happy to accept.

“Yeah, like, it’s just out of respect for your rules that I don’t.” Their eyebrows raised at that comment, and they stepped towards you.
They took your chin in your hand and brought you close to them, eye to eye. “Oh, of course. It isn’t the fact that your tranced out brain is so dependent on me for thought that you couldn’t disobey even if you could remember how to…”
The prolonged eye contact made your head swim. “N-no- I… I…” Your voice faltered, and they let go, stepping away.

“Okay toy… Try to swear. Try to say a single swear word.” They looked up at you, and smiled. “Go on… I’m waiting.
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Every moment you spent staring into their eyes, was another moment you were sinking. Thoughts being pulled out of you by their gaze. Just falling into trance, not really listening to their words; just letting them wash over you, like soothing water.
And before long, their eyes were all you could see. The pools of control that ignited your submissive desire, your need to submit. You were vaguely aware that their eyes were now above you, and that your knees were on the floor. But that didn’t matter.
Your awareness could only focus on their eyes. You were just a passenger in your body, which moved to their whims, a puppet, and they held your strings. You had no control. Your body was theirs. All you could see was their eyes, and it felt so good.
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“Oh, what’s wrong puppet? Can’t remember why you’re kneeling, face down on the floor before me? Hush now. Try not to think too hard, that’ll just confuse you more.” Your mind span as you reeled from the lack of memory. What happened? They had caught your eye at the bar-
And now you were here? Kneeling before them? You tried to sit up, but your body wouldn’t obey. “Puppet, it’s no use trying to move. I have control of your body right now. For example… Sit up puppet. There you go.” They giggled as your body moved automatically.
Going from prostrate before them, to kneeling, looking up at them, gazing into their eyes was… exhilarating, you had to admit. It was easy to obey. And it felt so good. Simple to not think. Effortlessly sinking into the pleasure of obedience.
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It’s like you’re floating on their voice. Barely in control of your own movements, as they command you. It’s nothing huge, not at first. Just telling you to sit. To lie down. To relax into the comfort of obedience. Letting your mind clear of everything but their voice.
And you want this. You desire more of their control. It just feels so good, to not have to think. Supported by their words, as they carry your mind away. As their words lift and pull on your muscles, beginning to move you, to fall to your knees before them.
Before long, your mind and body can’t conceive of not obeying. You float, in blank, beautiful, bliss. It’s warm, it’s wonderful. And you are theirs. Floating on their voice. Floating on their control. Sinking into sweet submission. And it feels so good.
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26 January 2021 #MAGAanalysis #Obedience

Whistle While You Work

Life often gives us signs and signals, and no matter how wrongly we may interpret them - and we truly do often misinterpret - we must still listen anyway.
2) By nature I am the most disobedient man you'll ever meet. When given a command my true nature is to do the opposite. When asked, politely, I behave very differently. My inclination is to say yes, wherever I possibly may. Commands, different story.
3) But this newly born day - it's just after midnight by not quite an hour yet - I received a crystal clear command from the Big Tech overlords and I have obeyed. One of the signals is that I am down about 1,400 followers over the past 6 hours or so. How about that?
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You were finding it hard to think. As the day dragged on. Things kept getting stuck in your mind. Memories of your partner, telling you to look into their eyes and… and… what? You couldn’t remember. But just the memory was turning you on.
You’d find yourself thinking about their eyes. Or them swinging a pocket watch, or them telling to you “sleep”. And you’d have to pull yourself out of trance. Out of the fog that was filling your mind. Making you so drifty.
No. Can’t drift off. Not when you need to obey. No, need to work on being a good submissive toy. No - What? Mmm... Your brain was fuzzing and fizzing. You tried to reign in your thoughts. Leash them, like you wanted to be leashed and collared by your part-
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Born in northern Italy in 1694, Paul Daneo lived at a time when many regarded Jesus as a great moral teacher but no more. After a brief time as a soldier, he turned to solitary prayer, developing a devotion to Christ’s passion...

#TEC #TheEveningChapel #Saint #SaintoftheDay
...Paul saw in the Lord’s passion a demonstration of God’s love for all people. In turn that devotion nurtured his compassion and supported a preaching ministry that touched the hearts of many listeners. He was known as one of the most popular preachers of his day,...
..both for his words and for his generous acts of mercy.

In 1720, Paul founded the Congregation of the Passion, whose members combined devotion to Christ’s passion with preaching to the poor,and rigorous penances...

#StJohnoftheCross #ThePassionist #Poverty #Chastity #Obedience
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New Deal For Nature picks up speed. Here we have Global Deal for Nature. All language/marketing leads to Global Deal For Billionaires.

"© Copyright Global Deal for Nature, a project of Sustainable Markets Foundation"

globaldealfornature.org
All aboard the Global New Deals for Nature train. #NewDealForNature, Voice for the Planet, Global Deal For Nature. Here we have science is being used as a tool and even a weapon to privatize the commons under the guise of protecting nature, climate & biodiversity.
We are subjected to the branding "United Behind the Science" with a heavy emphasis from the face of the campaign (exploited Thunberg) to "listen to the science". Unite Behind the Science is not meant to protect Earth. It is meant to unleash a new era of privatization & plunder.
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At dinner, I learned more about corruption + racism built into society by our masters. A book we discussed (Zinn) was used as part of this "Left" resource's bibliography. I had to share. [A thread]

@BlackSocialists - thoughts on this resource?

historyisaweapon.com/indextrue.html
It very simply lays out the case that we are all being controlled. It covers hidden history of the United States including their (and, due to the systems created by our masters, our) racism. 

#racism #systemicracism #history
If you haven't been in school for a while (or are in a terrible school), some of the words might trip you up. Dictionary.com and Wikipedia.org are two good resources to help you.
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