Induction: Crave

A file to make the play partner your life become rather single minded when you use the word "CRAVE" in their vicinity. 

Enjoy!

SCRIPT

Note: When I get around to reading it, I do go off script and paraphrase sometimes if I feel it improves the flow:

Hello there, this file is called “Crave” and is designed to make the listener feel very submissive, and very focused on having their mouth used whenever a specific word is said. Only listen if you like the idea of becoming a single minded mouth toy that exists to be used.

Hey gorgeous, this file is called “Crave”, and it's crafted to tap into your deepest desires for submission. Only listen if you enjoy the idea of being focused on the single, irresistible urge—to surrender your mouth to pleasure whenever you hear a special word. If the idea of becoming a willing, eager mouth toy excites you, where your only purpose is to please and be used, then this file will be perfect for you… Dive in, if you’re ready to experience that craving.

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Back again are you? Well I can’t say I’m surprised… modern life can be hectic. Things aren’t always as rewarding as they could be or even should be. Finding direction can be difficult… which is why it’s nice to have someone provide you with some, isn’t it… pointing the way… guiding you… steering you… or let’s be honest, you’ve seen the title of the file… controlling you.

It’s okay… take a deep breath in, and give a nice slow exhale. Feel the tension beginning to ease away from your shoulders, your arms, your back as a relaxed sensation begins to build in your chest.

That’s it. Good.

Breathe in again, and notice how easy it is to let each breath melt away any worries… each word and each moment soothe away any stress.

You’re just here with me. Following my voice,

Letting go a little more with each breath you take.

Enjoying the sensation of your thoughts and cares slipping away with each second.

My words soft… soothing, their comforting weight wrapping around you, relaxing every inch of you as you slowly exhale.

As you drift deeper.

As you feel the sensation of calm, building within you.

Again and again, the world growing more distant. It’s just you and me. The warmth of my voice. Guiding you deeper, calming you completely.

And you’re fixed on my words… as your breaths relax you.

Letting me take you there… as you breathe in sensations of stillness and peace.

And where exactly is “there”? I think you know… deep down.

Because deep down within you, you’ve always felt that undeniable craving, held captive by your own desires… led unresisting to a place where you can be played with, toyed with… used in ways that make you feel so hot and flushed and needy, content to follow… to be blank, blissful and brainwashed.

There’s something about the idea that seduces you. Intrigues you.

Enthrals you.

Because it’s such an erotic thought, isn’t it. To go from being your everyday self to discovering every single thought just melting away, like soft wax under the flickering flame of my words as they warm you. Your mind quieter, as you let yourself surrender to the pull of my voice. Allowing yourself to be molded… sculpted… shaped into sensual submissive behaviours.

One moment you’re you... Active. Engaged. Aware of the world around you.

The next... a devoted plaything... ready to act on every command.

You feel your body softening, your lips parting ever so slightly, as if instinctively ready... ready to serve, to taste, to please…

Waking when I wish you to, and feeling that deep thrill of satisfaction at finding yourself acting exactly the way you’re meant to. Fulfilling your most hidden desires…

Dropping on cue and immersing yourself completely in the role of being the perfect slut. Giving in completely to the irresistible urge to please.

So easy to follow, to go where I direct you.

Up towards wakefulness...

Or down towards deep and blissful surrender where you can be the perfect devoted servant. Pleasing and serving exactly as you were meant to.

The world slipping into soft focus as you surrender to the pull of my voice. There’s nothing more natural than this. Nothing more freeing than giving in to the pleasure of being my perfectly trained obedient girl.

You’re letting yourself drift now… finding yourself sinking down, and feeling the desire to follow becoming stronger and stronger. You’re here to let go of your everyday self. To feel the freedom of surrender. You can feel it washing over you. Waves of relief and comfort and calm as you allow each thought to be dismissed… to slip away.

Picture a blank space in your mind for me. An empty room where everything is quiet. Everything about this place, the light, the scents, the sounds are there to guide you deeper. To free you from having any needs or cares or thoughts.

Feel that deep irresistible desire to give in. To let each word guide you further into this empty space. You might feel a tingle, that sense of being in exactly the right place, aware of every sensation, every pull and sway as you drift.

Imagine standing there in that empty room, warm white light soothing away every care, my words echoing around you each one stripping away any remaining thoughts, leaving you blank, open, willing, waiting. With each second. Each whisper. Each tick of time, your mind becomes more willing, more ready to be shaped, guided, controlled. You’re giving in, letting go of everything but my voice, the wonderful pull it has on you, control that wraps around you like a silk ribbon, binding you, holding you as you sink deeper and deeper.

You’re standing in that empty room, wrapped up in my words, when you feel a subtle tension around your wrists… soft at first, like a breath, or a whisper… but as you focus, you begin to realise each wrist is being bound, manipulated, the air itself seems to thicken around them, forming unbreakable bonds, holding you in place. You can feel the restraint… the firm gentle hold… and the thrill that comes from the sense of capture… the surge of excitement pulsing through you.

Maybe you’re not ready to admit to it just yet… maybe you feel a wave of tension as your mind flutters back to wakefulness for a moment, thoughts bubbling to the surface, a spark of resistance igniting within you, testing those bonds, pulling them slightly, feeling the tension building in your muscles as you try to move them, to break free… but with each tug, each pull they seem to tighten, fixing your hands in place, growing more unyielding, holding you helplessly. And as you struggle, you feel a warmth building at the back of your mind, a tingling pulse of pleasure… arousal mixing in with your resistance at how hot the urge to fight can feel…

But just as quickly as it began, the tension slips away… and you’re back in that empty room… breathing softly… no longer bound, just warm, drifting, surrounded by warm white light. Feels as though you’ve surfaced… just for a moment, blinking the clarity back into your mind… you could break free if you wished… could wake if you wanted to… but something holds you back. You feel the bull… insistent… bewitching… an urge within you that wants you to stay… to surrender… a subtle command comes, beckoning you back under, and you drift deep once more.

You’re pulled back under, back into that room, back into the embrace of those invisible bonds—only this time, they’re firmer, more insistent. Your wrists are bound tightly behind your back, ankles held in place, and you realize you’re completely immobilized. As the bindings tighten, you feel something soft slide over your eyes. A blindfold. And suddenly, the world around you fades into darkness. You try to blink, to see through it, but it’s no use.

In that instant, there’s a brief wave of panic—a jolt of adrenaline that surges through you as your body awakens, every nerve sparking to life. For a moment, the urge to resist overwhelms you, to fight back, to break free. But then, something happens—my voice catches that wave of panic and gently turns it around, guiding you deeper. You realize there’s no need to see… not when you can feel everything so much more intensely.

That initial jolt of fear melts away as you understand… you don’t need to see to be in control. You want to lose control, to give in to the sensations flooding your body. The blindfold strips away not just your sight but your thoughts. Without the distraction of the outside world, you find yourself sinking even deeper into your body, into the present moment, where my voice guides you so easily.

Your heart slows, the adrenaline transforming into a warm, tingling sensation that spreads through your entire body. Your nerves aren’t on edge anymore—they’re alive, buzzing with the deep arousal that comes from surrendering completely to the darkness. Every breath you take sharpens your awareness of your body… every sound becomes richer, every touch more electric. The blindfold becomes a blessing, allowing you to feel in ways you couldn’t when you could see.

As your body is spread open, you notice a new awareness—the tingling in your lips, the growing desire to have your mouth filled… it’s almost automatic now. Your mouth, like the rest of your body, is meant to serve… to be used.

You try to twist, to pull against the bonds, but even that movement heightens your awareness of how tightly you’re held, how helpless you are to escape. And the more you realize you can’t break free, the more the tension fades from your muscles. It’s as though the resistance is being washed away, leaving behind only the need to submit.

Without sight, without the ability to move, you’re left with nothing but sensation. The feel of the soft bonds against your skin, the gentle pressure holding you in place… and my voice, wrapping around you like the bonds themselves, filling your mind. Every thought, every word you might have once clung to is gone, replaced by a deep, blank calm. There’s no need to think anymore, no need to fight.

It all becomes clear, yet it’s too late to pull back. That resistance, that defiance—everything you clung to, everything you thought could keep you grounded—has been teased out of you, laid bare, leaving you vulnerable, open, exposed. You feel it being drained away, piece by piece, leaving behind only a profoundly erotic, embarrassingly delightful sense of helplessness. You’re suspended in this inevitability, and the thrill of surrender wraps around you like a vice, a gentle but unbreakable force that holds you tighter with every breath.

Arousal pulses through you, fierce and unrelenting, as you feel your control slip away. You’ve become so deeply aroused, so profoundly needy, that every last thought, every last shred of defiance, melts into that heady sense of submission. The urge to fight back is replaced by an undeniable craving to surrender, to feel that leash slip around your mind, guiding you deeper, holding you in place as you sink further into trance.

You realize, with a hot, thrilling wave of embarrassment, that you’ve become exactly what you feared: a willing, needy plaything, leashed and led by the pull of my words. Every cell, every muscle, every inch of your mind is open and ready to be taken, to be molded, as you find yourself sinking into a state of blissful obedience, embracing that helplessness, feeling the leash tighten as you drift deeper, and deeper still.

Your mind has gone blank, completely open. All that’s left is the deep, sensual pleasure of being so utterly controlled, of knowing that in this darkness, you’re mine to guide, to mold, to command.”

As you sink deeper into the darkness, held tight by the bonds and the blindfold, you feel a new sensation—a shift in the air, a subtle pressure around your body. Hands, soft but firm, begin to move you, guiding you effortlessly. You’re being repositioned, but there’s no resistance left in you now. Your body feels light, almost weightless, as though it no longer belongs to you, but to whoever or whatever commands it.

You’re nothing more than a pliable, obedient plaything, and that thought alone sends a wave of arousal coursing through you. Those hands—confident, deliberate—slide over your body, adjusting you like a doll, arranging you exactly where they want you. First, your legs are parted, spread wide, leaving you utterly exposed. The cool air brushes against your skin, amplifying your awareness of how helplessly open you are. There's no covering up, no closing yourself off. You are entirely available, your body positioned purely for pleasure—yours and theirs.

As your legs are spread, you feel your arms being moved as well—lifted, then placed above your head, wrists gently bound again. The position leaves you stretched, vulnerable, your body fully open, fully accessible. Every nerve in your body feels alive now, humming with helpless arousal, as you realize there’s nothing you can do but surrender, but give in completely to what’s happening. Your arms, held above you, add to the feeling of restraint, amplifying the powerlessness you feel.

You realise that your mouth has opened all by itself, your lips parted, tongue ready. You realise you did that all by yourself. No prompting. No directing. Betrayed by the deep submissive parts of you that crave to please with your words… your body… your mouth… and nothing feels more right than letting it be filled… offering surrender with every bit of agreement… every kiss… every taste… or suck…

And yet… that helplessness only deepens your arousal. The realization that you can’t move, can’t control anything, brings a rush of heat to your core. You’re no longer trying to resist—you don’t want to. Your body has become theirs to mold, to use, to enjoy, and that truth burns through you, stripping away everything else.

As you lie there, legs spread, arms bound, body entirely pliant, you feel it happening. The last remnants of your thoughts—the part of you that once hesitated, that once tried to hold on—are dissolving, melting away like smoke. Every time those hands touch you, adjust you, reposition you, they’re not just moving your body; they’re rewiring your mind.

Each breath you take pulls you deeper into this new reality where your mind isn’t your own anymore. You can feel it—your thoughts being erased, one by one, replaced with something simpler, something more pure. You’re being emptied out, left blank and open, and in their place, new commands are being written in.

The voice—my voice—echoes in your mind, shaping your new thoughts, your new purpose. You exist to serve. You exist to please. Nothing else matters. Those words carve themselves into the very core of your being, etching themselves into your mind with every breath, every movement. You’re no longer the person you were before. That person is gone, stripped away, as easily as your clothes were.

You feel your body pulse with arousal as the last of your resistance fades into nothing. There’s nothing left of your old self. There’s only this—the blank, obedient, eager-to-please plaything you’ve become. Every time your body responds, every twitch, every spark of pleasure, reinforces this truth: you have one purpose, and that is to serve and be used, to bring pleasure in whatever way you’re told.

You’re not just helpless; you want to be helpless. You crave it. And the more you realize this, the more your body responds, the more your arousal builds, flooding your mind with an undeniable need to please, to serve, to be used exactly as you are—legs spread, arms restrained, body completely at their mercy.

With every second that passes, your mind is being rewritten, reshaped to fit this new reality. You feel yourself being detached, completely removed from who you used to be. The person you were is nothing but a memory now—a distant, irrelevant thing. All that matters is who you are now: a blank, obedient toy, eager to serve, eager to be used. You no longer have any thoughts of your own. There’s no questioning, no hesitating. Every breath you take reminds you that your only purpose is to follow, to submit, to offer yourself completely.

And as you lie there, spread open and utterly helpless, you feel it solidify within you—that overwhelming need to be controlled, to be used, to be nothing more than a vessel for pleasure. Your mind hums with it, every thought gone, replaced with pure, blank submission. You exist to be a tool, a vessel, and the more you sink into this truth, the deeper your arousal grows.

Each thought is being erased, replaced with one singular desire—the need to serve, to please… especially with your mouth. You realize, deeply, that you were made for this, for using your mouth, and nothing feels more right than letting it be filled, to obey with every kiss, every taste…

Your mind is now a clean slate, ready for anything, ready to accept any command, any instruction. You no longer think—you simply obey. Your body is no longer your own—it belongs to them, to the one who controls you. Every inch of you is theirs to enjoy, and the deeper you surrender to that reality, the more pleasure you feel. Your previous self is gone. There is only this—a mindless, obedient plaything, perfectly rewired, perfectly blank, perfectly ready to serve.

Your body is on fire with need, a deep, pulsing arousal that leaves you trembling with anticipation. And yet, you know that pleasure comes only from one thing: obedience. The deeper you submit, the more your body rewards you. Every time you surrender a little more, your pleasure heightens. Every time you accept a new command, the arousal grows stronger, flooding your entire being.

And now, as you lie there, completely blank, completely open, your mind and body ready for whatever comes next, you feel a deep, undeniable truth settle into the core of who you are: You were made for this. Made to be used. Made to serve. Made to obey. And nothing in the world has ever felt so right.

You hear my voice speak, and your own echoing back each response.

“You crave my control”

“You think as you’re told”

“My words make you wet”

“You love being brainwashed”

“Being blank makes you hot”

“Serving makes you horny”

“You love being used”

“You exist to obey”

“Thinking makes you needy, obeying makes you wet”

“You’re deeply aroused”

“You’re Blank, obedient, eager to serve”

“As you sink deeper, feeling every suggestion wrapping around you, there’s a command I want to place deeply in your mind. A trigger, a switch, something that will completely rewire your thoughts when it’s activated.

And that word, that trigger, is ‘Crave.’

The moment you hear it, the moment that word is spoken, something inside you shifts completely. Everything—every thought, every desire, every ounce of will—will shut off, like the flick of a switch. You’ll feel it immediately, a blankness washing over your mind, erasing every thought that isn’t about one thing… serving with your mouth.

There’s no need to think when the word ‘Crave’ takes over. In that instant, all you’ll be able to feel is the overwhelming desire to use your mouth, to be the perfect oral plaything. Every part of you will crave it—your lips, your tongue, your throat. You’ll be consumed by the need to please, to serve, to offer your mouth completely.

When the trigger is spoken, your body reacts automatically. Every muscle relaxes, every thought fades, and your entire world shrinks down to one singular focus: obediently using your mouth. Every other thought, every other sensation, will disappear, leaving you with only the irresistible need to serve, to feel your lips wrapped around something, to taste, to lick, to please in any way you’re commanded.

And you’ll adore it—every moment of it. You’ll find yourself slipping into that role so easily, so completely, because it’s what you’ve always wanted to do. You need it, you crave it, and the more you obey, the more pleasure you feel. Serving with your mouth becomes your sole purpose. The deeper you submit to that craving, the deeper your arousal grows, until there’s nothing left but the sensation of your mouth in motion, obeying, pleasing, serving.

You’ll feel so fulfilled, so complete, the second you give in to the trigger. The more you crave, the more you serve, the more pleasure pulses through you. The word ‘Crave’ won’t just activate your desire—it will define you.

From the moment that trigger is spoken, you will crave only one thing: to be used, to offer your mouth in complete, mindless obedience, until your only purpose is to please. You’ll find that every command I give, every action you take in response, deepens that craving, strengthens it, rewires it into the very core of your being.

You were made for this, made to crave this.

This trigger is becoming a permanent part of you. I’m going to count down from five, and when I reach one, the trigger will be deeply locked into your mind. Embedded at the foundation of who you are. The moment you hear the word ‘Crave,’ everything else will disappear, and you’ll become exactly what you were meant to be: a perfect, blank, obedient oral plaything.

Five... sinking deeper, letting the word Crave wrap around you, embedding itself deep in your mind.

Four... feeling your thoughts start to melt, leaving only that burning desire to serve with your mouth.

Three... as the word takes root, you can already feel the craving beginning to stir, growing stronger, sharper.

Two... every breath you take, every beat of your heart now tied to this trigger, this craving that will consume you the moment it’s spoken.

One... Crave is now yours, a part of you, something you can’t resist, something that makes you feel so right, so perfect.

From now on, whenever the word is spoken, you’ll be instantly consumed by the need to serve, to please, and to be used with your mouth. And nothing will feel more right, more satisfying, more fulfilling.”

Now in a moment when you wake, if you’re able to respond to this by sending a message, you will. And that message is this: “I crave your control”. You won’t know why you said it, you’ll just have to. And saying it feels so good, so satisfying, so rewarding and makes you feel so wonderfully teased.

Now… now it is time to wake, slowly drifting back to the surface, feeling your body and mind begin to reawaken. With every breath, you come back just a little more, feeling so wonderfully light, refreshed, and aroused.

As you open your eyes, you feel a soft, pleasant fog lingering in your mind—everything that happened in trance is just out of reach, like a dream slipping away. No need to remember it, no need to dwell on it. It’s simply gone, leaving behind only this warm, glowing arousal… like a secret you can't quite recall but love feeling.

You can’t remember the details, but you know one thing: you feel amazing. That lingering tingle of pleasure, that deep sense of satisfaction... it stays with you, making you feel rewarded, intrigued, and spellbound. Whatever happened, it was exactly what you needed.

And now, wide awake, feeling wonderful, energized, and curiously aroused. Ready to carry on, knowing that the more you think about how great you feel, the stronger that residual arousal becomes.