I think you're forming a very dangerous habit.

God, you shouldn't even look at the numbers.

Sending more money to a hot brat like me.

A rich, spoiled brat who doesn't need it.

Effortlessly bargled with your subconscious, twisted your neurons, fucked with your little It wasn't hard to deconstruct you.

Listen to the words roll off of my glossy lips

Stare at my cleavage as you let my sweet voice intoxicate you.

Ignore all of your anxieties, your reality.

I want you to slip into Ivy land slip under I want you to lean back and sit comfortably because you're going to forget everything.

That's all I want you to do for me right now.

When you close your eyes, I want you to see the word Ivy.

Want you to hear it ringing in your brain.

I want your brain to overflow with IV, infecting every crevice and laying my eggs in there.

Your brain wasn't meant for thinking, obviously.

It's so difficult for you, sometimes, trying to understand what I say.

It's so much easier to give in to my voice, slip under the sweet hypnotic spell I cast on you every time I open my beautiful mouth.

You're so weak and vulnerable, giving in to my demands.

Get high on me and self-medicate into oblivion.

I want you to take a deep breath of I and breathe you out.

Focus on your breathing and direct your eyes to my sweet, cruel cleavage.

My intoxicating curse, so easily taking over your brain.

I think you're addicted to every part of me.

I've trained you to fall so deep in love you can't tell the difference between IV and yourself anymore.

We'll work on making your entire life revolve around me.

All of my desires being fulfilled by you.

Thriving Thriving through the pain for me.

Look at you, your silly little brain trying to work.

That's not what your brain was meant for.

It's probably why you don't have a girl like me in your life.

Turning you from whatever you are now into my perfect pathetic sleeve just like that.

A stupid bimbo poppet for Ivy, whatever I want.

God, you go so stupid for me and my tits.

I know I could make you go even stupider.

Toy with you like a little remote control car.

I have so much power and control over you, it's disgusting.

Those are the only 2 words that need to be in your vocabulary at this moment.

I know you so badly want to dive into my curves and smother to death, smother to death.

It's not my fault you're so fucking weak and easy to manipulate.

I feel bored, So I make a video and I open you up like a box, take your brain out, play with it, do whatever I want, rearrange it like play-doh, put it back, and send you off as if I didn't just do damage.

Work harder so that you can send me more money.

I wonder what would happen if you made me happy.

That's right, working harder is always the answer.

Doing whatever I want is the answer, and I always want you to work harder for me in any aspect of your life.

Digging deeper into your submission, working longer hours to earn me more money, transforming into the perfect puppet for me.

Whatever I need on that day, you are there for it.

A tool to help me achieve my immaculate empire.

Now, go on with your day as if I didn't just fucking fry your brain.

That's not damage, You can just undo like that.


Speaker 0: Hello, toy. Welcome back. Another clip. You need to be careful. I think you're forming a very dangerous habit.

You know that, don't you? How much money have you spent on me? God, you shouldn't even look at the numbers. How humiliating. Sending more money to a hot brat like me.

A rich, spoiled brat who doesn't need it. It's funny the things you'll do for me. It's almost as if I trained you. Effortlessly bargled with your subconscious, twisted your neurons, fucked with your little It wasn't hard to deconstruct you. You're not as deep as you think.

You're easy to manipulate. You're easy to manipulate.

Speaker 1: Pliable.

Speaker 0: Insecure. Anxious. Weak. Vulnerable. Weak, vulnerable.

Speaker 1: Listen to the words roll off of my glossy lips

Speaker 0: and absorb them. Stare at my cleavage as you let my sweet voice intoxicate you.

Speaker 1: I want you to get drunk on my voice.

Speaker 0: Slip under into a sweet ivy coma. Ignore all of your anxieties, your reality. I want you to slip into Ivy land slip under I want you to lean back and sit comfortably because you're going to forget everything. I want you to forget your name for me. All you need to know is Ivy.

All you need to think is Ivy. That's all I want you to do for me right now. When you close your eyes, I want you to see the word Ivy. Want you to hear it ringing in your brain. I want your brain to overflow with IV, infecting every crevice and laying my eggs in there.

Again, Ivy, say it out loud. Louder. Louder. Louder. Come on, louder.

Ivy, Ivy, Ivy. Sink it into your brain, puppet. That's all you need to know anymore. Your brain wasn't meant for thinking, obviously.

Speaker 1: It's so difficult for you, sometimes, trying to understand what I say.

Speaker 0: It's so much easier to give in to my voice, slip under the sweet hypnotic spell I cast on you every time I open my beautiful mouth. You're so weak and vulnerable, giving in to my demands. There's nothing left of you but ivy. You've been infected. It's time to relax and give in.

Get high on me and self-medicate into oblivion. The sweet release you need. Breathe me in. I want you to take a deep breath of I and breathe you out. Breathe me in.

Relax your head and your neck. Relax your arms. Shake out your shoulders. Shake out your arms. Let all the stress out.

Manipulate your body like kinks out. Relax. Take another deep breath of IV. Good boy. Good boy.

Now take another. I think you can do better. Keep going. Keep breathing me in. Focus on your breathing and direct your eyes to my sweet, cruel cleavage.

My intoxicating curse, so easily taking over your brain. They must have already owned you. Look at you. You can't stop gooning to my tits. You go so stupid for them.

So stupid for my debts. You're so addicted to them. I think you're addicted to every part of me. Obsessed. In an IV frenzy 24-7.

You can't get enough of me. I've trained you to fall so deep in love you can't tell the difference between IV and yourself anymore. Ivy and reality. God, all you want is Ivy. Why can't the world revolve around me?

It can. We'll work on making your entire life revolve around me. All of my desires being fulfilled by you. What a fucking privilege. Can you earn it?

Isn't it so sweet? Working harder for me. Thriving Thriving through the pain for me. Impressing me. Getting my attention.

Getting to talk to me. Look at me. View by my clips. The privilege. The honor.

The heavenly honor. God, I look so intoxicating. My curves are so incredible. Look at you, your silly little brain trying to work. It looks like a dead fish out of water.

Stop trying to think, Bimbo. That's not what your brain was meant for. It's honestly embarrassing when you try. It's probably why you don't have a girl like me in your life. You can't Just shut up and listen.

Turn your brain off. It's easy. Watch. Just flick the switch. Turning you from whatever you are now into my perfect pathetic sleeve just like that.

A stupid bimbo poppet for Ivy, whatever I want. God, you go so stupid for me and my tits. I know I could make you go even stupider. Push you past the brink of reality. Toy with you like a little remote control car.

Make you drive right off a cliff. I have so much power and control over you, it's disgusting. It's hilarious. It's sexy. But I want more.

So do better. Yes, goddess. That's what I want to hear. Yes, goddess Ivy. Yes, goddess Ivy.

Yes, goddess Ivy. Yes, goddess Ivy. Those are the only 2 words that need to be in your vocabulary at this moment. Yes, goddess. Yes, goddess.

Practice Very good sleep. I know you so badly want to dive into my curves and smother to death, smother to death. Be reborn through Ivy. God, you're so obsessed with me. Was it my fault?

No. It's not my fault you're so fucking weak and easy to manipulate. It's really not. You came crawling into my web. Willingly.

I'm just a very smart girl. I saw an opportunity.

Speaker 1: I guess you just

Speaker 0: went a little weak. So fun, toying with your little brain. I feel bored, So I make a video and I open you up like a box, take your brain out, play with it, do whatever I want, rearrange it like play-doh, put it back, and send you off as if I didn't just do damage. These videos fuck you up. They do damage.

And you pay for it. And it makes me so happy. So keep doing it. Work harder so that you can send me more money. That would really make me happy.

I wonder what would happen if you made me happy. Maybe you'd get some attention. That's right, working harder is always the answer. Doing whatever I want is the answer, and I always want you to work harder for me in any aspect of your life. Digging deeper into your submission, working longer hours to earn me more money, transforming into the perfect puppet for me.

Whatever I need on that day, you are there for it. A vessel for my success and riches. A tool to help me achieve my immaculate empire. You're lucky if I fucking talk to you. Now, go on with your day as if I didn't just fucking fry your brain.

I just rewire you. That's not damage, You can just undo like that. It would take therapy. See you next time! Thank you.

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Goddess Ivy Grey - Anesthetizing Your Brain