MSOC Lieutenant And Living Doll. Radiatorbait.

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[maidoftheblackrose]

First Maid And Lieutenant Faolain Blackrose Stands Ready, As Ever, To Serve. Her Uniform Perfectly Pressed And Complete With Gloves, Headband, And... Smallsword?

But To You? The Killer Hound Of MSOC Is A Sweet Guard Dog. Ready To Heel At A Word.

sergeant aella zephyr, superior, walks the halls and coldly surveys the toys beneath her. her mesmerizing boots ring a deadly rhythm with each step. beware her superior control

[Tutail The Free Use Clockwork Doll Ticks Away, Awaiting Orders.]

(There Is Porn Here In Equal Measure With Tenderness. Exercise Your Discretion Should You Choose To Continue.)

(Should You Have An Exceptional Request, Please Contact The Head Maid.)

(mikufanclub Drew Me!)

[chateau-bluerose]

that's fucking it. putting you [my little sister] bare pussy naked into the claw machine

[chateau-bluerose]

imagine if you [my little sister] will, getting put in the glass box and having people pay 2 dollars a play to molest you [my little sister] with a cold mechanical metal hand. that's you [my little sister] right now

[maidoftheblackrose]

It Should Be At Least Two-Fifty

[lady-of-vitreous-sight]

i was trying to decide whether to be kind or not when a little angel girl suddenly appeared on my shoulder but my reflexes are great so of course i immediately crushed her slapping down my hand onto the spot before she could even say anything but im not sure that was the best decision because it got iridescent angel viscera and smeared halo the color of a radioactive blindspot pretty much everywhere and i think it might have permanently stained the etheric projection of my hand and collarbone because now it's dripping with metaconceptual taint even more than it used to be.

[faekindred]

Doll whose purpose is to accompany its owner around. Just enjoying and exploring every activity they take it to do, its sparkling eyes and happy noises increade the joy of every activity tenfold. And when it's sat on their lap as they work, or play or just watch something together, its happy noises and joyful bounces just make them smile brightly.

[ozonedolls]

Dolls deserve to watch you play games or work on things or watch movies with you. It is such a simple observance they like, to sit beside their witch and look at what they are doing

Better than this: If your doll isn't busy, put them in your lap when you can. This is important,,

[chateau-bluerose]

I'm bussin it WIDE open and by it, i mean haha, let's just say, your skull

[chateau-bluerose]

with my claymore, which is big as fuck in case you wondering

[chateau-bluerose]

she looks so young when she's not wearing her worries.

@mikufanclub

[mikufanclub]

every few months i need to draw goth princess remi or ill die badly

[maidoftheblackrose]

the door to aella's quarters swings open silently on its hinges at lenora's knock. a celebration is in order.

"lenora, welcome. please come in."

aella's quarters are tastefully appointed for the party. simple gold and silver and black items dot the space.

lenora half expected to see private moran when she entered. when she's not on duty, the sniper is always seen at aella's heels, attentive and ready to act.

but they are alone.

aella wears an elegant black gown. almost down to the floor and with a high slit up one leg. her hair is perfectly braided with not a single golden hair out of place. blonde always suited her better than her natural raven locks.

and on her feet, a pair of beautiful black knee high boots. the pair she's grown so fond of over the past few weeks. they're not ringing now, but they hum with dangerous potential. potential that goes unnoticed by aella's partner.

the only splash of color is the glittering emerald bracelet lenora gifted her.

"sit, sit." aella pulls out a chair for lenora. on the table, a bottle of champagne and a single glass. "the panel met today and it is official. i have been promoted to sergeant."

sergeant is quite the leap from lance corporal, skipping over some few ranks to arrive at the title is unheard of. yet aella has proven her performance to be

superior.

@verygoodprincesshelper

[verygoodprincesshelper]

Aella gets an almost smug knowing smirk as the other blonde is ushered inside. Her date blushes a little at that gown, feeling underdressed in her light blue undress

Lenora is a very smart girl who already perfectly understands everything that's going on. Aella's sexy self assured attitude, those new boots, all this business with Private Moran. Lenora would have to be blind not to put it together.

They shared an erotica collection after all. It's not even subtle what's being hinted at here. But today's a celebration of her girlfriend's accomplishments, so it'd be crass to corner her about a kink right off the bat. Best to ignore all thesr signals until the time is right.

"Sergeant! his is amazing, dove!" Nora kisses Aella's cheek before sitting down. "And this is only one step! They're only just starting to recognize my love's brilliance!"

There's a giggle as the empty glass is picked up. "We can toast to continuing a tradition! Where you'll be the really hot Captain and I'll be your adoring lieutenant who makes sure you don't work yourself to death!"

But a toast only works with more than one glass. Those curious green eyes glance around.

"We can't possibly share, Aella. You know that would be an indirect kiss...."

[maidoftheblackrose]

"thank you, dear." aella drinks in the praise, she's moved beyond such petty things as an ego, but it is still pleasant to hear recognition of her talents.

"captain might be a bit far off yet. oona bluerose does not strike me as the kind of woman who retires, wouldn't you agree?"

of course lenora will agree.

"mmm? ah, no. i don't drink anymore, lenora. i need to keep myself sharp at all times. but, please, you can have as much as you like."

and without waiting for lenora's reply, aella removes the cage and foil and uncorks the champagne with a pop.

she pours lenora and glass and leans in dangerously close to hand it to her.

"cheers."

[verygoodprincesshelper]

"Oh yeah, good point. She's not the type. Spose' that's why I usually cap my crazy power fantasies at Master Sergeant."

There's a little quirked eyebrow when Lenora hears Aella won't be drinking. Plenty of those othrt high rank maids are heavy drinkers. That's hardly expected.

But Aella's an overachiever, and it's not her place to judge. So Lenira smiles and shrugs.

"heh, I'll miss how silly you get two drinks in. But I get it."

A kiss on those pretty soft lips is stolen as soon as her angel gets close. And in her impatient indulgence there's a soft whisper with lips to lips.

"Thank you, handler."

"Anyway, feel free to take advantage of me if I get too drunk! Cheers!" She raises the glass alone and takes her first sip.

There's hardly anyone in the world that can make the goofy deeply in love Private feel this safe and at-ease.

[maidoftheblackrose]

aella smiles as she shares the kiss with lenora. her heart is not completely stone.

only mostly.

aella chuckles darkly, "handler? and that makes you my hound?" she pulls away, idly walking to her mini fridge for a cold glass of water. at the same moment, her boots begin gently ringing their mental metronome.

aella remembers those pictures lenora sent out after she stumbled into a fox ear and tail. and seeing her with a muzzle on and a leash is tempting...

"though, i must say, i'm fond of another title. i'm sure you've heard private use it. superior suits me best, wouldn't you say, dear?"

aella pulls her own chair out, sits, and crosses one leg over the other, revealing a great deal of thigh. and, subtly pointing one of her boots at lenora.

"to tell the truth, i don't think you're a hound lenora. i think you need something other than the oblivion of a muzzle. so, what do you need, my love?"

[verygoodprincesshelper]

I got it dead on.

There's a big cocky victorious grin on Lenora's face as it seems all her suspicions are confirmed.

She's swaying gently in her seat in rhythm to those clear steps filling the room. She finds herself taking sips and setting down her glass in perfect synchronicity.

"Mm. Superior... And 'Private'. Yeah, that works well, kind of makes it your own." Honing in carefully on her word choice reveals the whole of the terrible truth!

"I must admit this may be the first time you've made me well and truly jealous! You're getting into something you know I've been dying to try and I don't get to be Superior's first pet? Sooo thoughtless. As though I couldn't play the part of brainwashed servant just as good as Cara!"

But she doesn't look upset. She's eyeing those thighs, right down to those boots. So nice. They do make her kinda wish she could be the simple filthy hound...

"Fuck. Big question. I see where you're going with this but hmm. HMM. Life's great! Don't I got it all already? Give me a minute to think about it." There's something spinning around in her mind but it's hard to put into words.

"First you need to answer an important question for me." Lenora leans forward, chin on steepled fingers "Do you think I'm more of a Sartha or a Leinth?!"

Maybe this too, can be bratted.

[maidoftheblackrose]

"neither, lenora. as i said you're not a hound. i don't traffic in hounds. private somewhat fell into my lap, a stroke of destiny if you believe in it."

aella gently taps the heel of her foot still planted on the floor, maintaining the psychic meter.

"i make people happy. i have made private happy, i have made myself happy. and now, i wish to make you happy."

sip, tap, set glass, tap, eye contact, tap.

"there's a pain in you, isn't there, lenora?" tap. "a shame, a guilt." tap. "i'd like you to share it with me." tap. "and by sharing it i can end it and make you happy." tap.

"after everything you've done for me, it's only proper that i do this to repay you."

[verygoodprincesshelper]

Lenora's pouting already.

"Dommy Aella is the no nonsense type huh? -Oh sorry, I mean SuPeRiOr!" She emphasizes the title while rolling her eyes.

Every calculated movement makes the sweet adoring girlfriend sink deeper into her seat. Her eyes lose focus gradually. A dull green haze not looking anywhere in particular.

"I can trauma dump if you really want but you've heard it all before. None of it's great material for conditioning. I worry about coming up short. I wanna be as big and important as the women I look up to, but sometimes I think I don't have it in me. I want to recover from back when I was a kid and felt small and scared all the time. But I've figured out all these things just take patience." She's still fairly lucid. This is all territory she's covered in talks with her special little maid family. None of it is eating at her today.

"I guess I'm still coming down from that weird hero worship phase I had... But, yeah I don't think you can pull off THAT maneuver from the book!" Imagining her dragging in a brainwashed Captain makes Nora bark with laughter. Retirements a whole lot more likely than that.

[maidoftheblackrose]

aella listens respectfully, not saying a word. but not silent either. her boot steadily taps out its relentless rhythm, gently guiding lenora into the sweet embrace of a trance.

aella lifts her glass of water, watching it catch the light. adding a visual focus to the mesmerism.

"no, i wouldn't set my sights so high as to try anything with the captain. but, what if i could help you never feel small again? what if i could raise you to be at my side? would you like that? to be the one people look up to? to have everyone see you the way i see you. a beautiful, talented, brilliant woman."

who just needs to let her shame go and unabashedly flaunt her gifts.

"i can do that for you, i could make you my queen."

[verygoodprincesshelper]

From the beginning Lenora suspects Aella will try hypnotism. Safer, what you might conventionally use for this kind of kink. It's only dawning on her now that she once learned about what's happening now in a class she took a while back with a Master Sargent. Psychic Defense or something like that.

This is mesmerism. Now that she's feeling it take hold, now that she's slipping past the event horizon, it's simple to look back on every tactic utilized in the last several minutes.

Mesmerism isn't a game, it can have serious long term repercussions! But not even a flicker of fear appears on Lenora's face between that realization and reaching the bottom of this beautiful deep dark hole she finds herself falling down.

Aella must know what she's doing. She would never do anything that could hurt me.

There's one funny thought. Of using what she knows to attempt to put up a fight. She loves a chance to be a brat!

That'd be... Really impressive.... Wouldn't it?

But she's gawking at a glass of water and trying to listen to her Superior speak at the same time. So she's got to concentrate.

The offer is really tempting. Why not play along a little more? If she can feel truly important for an evening, maybe that would be emotionally fulfilling. Superior knows her, she wouldn't suggest this if it wasn't for the best. And being her Queen? It sounds so romantic...

She tilts her head and smiles with a vacant fondness.

"I'd like that. Please."

[maidoftheblackrose]

"as you wish, my queen."

superior rises from her chair and disappears from view for a moment. though she's out of sight, she's never out of mind. the cold ringing of her boots and the gentle harmony of her voice blend into a captivating song.

"i trust, my queen, that will not object to this. to see your head go unadorned is an affront to your royal stature. and as superior i could not suffer such an insult to continue."

her gentle conditioning fills the air and the expectations of a queen bind themselves like chains around lenora's softened mind. superior pulls a mirror in front of lenora then walks around to whisper over her shoulder.

"a queen without a crown. such a thing is absurd. and so lenora, my queen, this is your coronation. please, ascend to your rightful throne next to mine. and together, we shall rule."

superior slowly lowers a gold, gem encrusted crown onto lenora's head. the sweet girl is so enthralled that she cannot help but watch as the psychic totem takes its place among her blonde locks.

then the light in her eyes dies completely, and queen is born.

[verygoodprincesshelper]

Her last thoughts are so fuzzy and sluggish. Lenora still half expects to play along, to pretend to be a Queen, like all the other fun roles she'll pick up and toy with. It's nearly impossible to feel any concern at this point. She's falling deeper and deeper into the trance until her mind is falling quieter and quieter, she can do nothing but follow the crown that's been revealed with her eyes.

For the talk of this girl not needing oblivion, that's all there is for the first second that the gold crown touches down on gold hair. A profound utter emptiness of the eyes, a truly blank expression. It looks a little like death.

The spark returns quickly though. It's not the whole of what was there before, but a vibrant shard, expertly chipped off to make all those old day dreams turn into an uncontestable truth.

It's reminiscent of Lenora Beaumont. The way she smiles that air of audacity. But not. Not silly, not with a wink and nudge, the confidence is absolute, her importance a law of the universe.

Queen sits up straight, her expression bold and haughty as any of those she's served. She sighs, like a weight has been lifted.

"Yes, this is so much better. It wasn't right, forgoing the symbol of my station." Her words have an ease and elegance that can only come with knowing second guessing herself is unthinkable.

"I do hope your private coronation will not disappoint the masses, my love. Everyone's been waiting for so long..."

[maidoftheblackrose]

superior smiles gently, almost warmly, at how easily queen took to her new reality. her mesmerism is ultimately based in desire and queen settled so easily into the life she wanted. but thisbwould be much harder to explain if it got our. and her control hasn't yet been cemented firmly enough in the castle. a few gentle words of guidance from a maid to her queen, from superior to subordinate.

"let me worry about the common folk, your majesty. such concerns are beneath your notice. i shall arrange for a public ceremony, for beautiful, regal garments. but until then, it would shock the masses and cause such a stir that even i could not insulate you from. so until we have your grand celebration, please leave your crown here with me and walk the halls as your normally would."

and that seals the terms of queen's rule.

"i beg your forgiveness for the delay, but this is still a celebration." superior turns on her cd player. "won't you dance with me?"

[sanguine-raven]

Hey check this out! all the cool girls are doing this *sits motionless in the corner of your room*

picking you up and placing you on a shelf

[swagophile]

it might be fucked up to say but honestly sometimes the only thing i want in life is for a big sister to buy me a milkshake and then pat me on the back and tell me she's proud of me and likes who i've become while i kick my feet and smile really wide sipping on my milkshake. but saying that is enough to get you cancelled these days. what with the woke left and all

[ace-trainer-alice]

sadistgirl cutely blushing and looking away and stumbling over its words as it asks if it can press on the pretty purple bruise on your thigh it noticed earlier because it really wants to listen to the noises you'll make.

[experiment41]

are bots making communities now??? some of the ones i get recommended feel like it

[experiment41]

like the admin of this one is deactivated and at least 95% of the members are bots

[lohboh]

can you imagine you wake up one day in a dark room chained to a radiator with your phone at 1% and you unlock it and find that you've been added to this community

[shin-zaibatsu]

The first thing you do in that situation is open Tumblr?

[lohboh]

Where the hell else would I post about being chained to a radiator, fucking Bluesky?

[lakevida]

defunctland episode released immediately upon your death chronicling all failed career paths and relationships and somehow michael eisner is still at fault

[ashes2caches]

you’re talking to a transfem and she keeps swearing that she didn’t drink the forbidden breast expansion potion. you’re pretty sure you just heard her bra snap.

[silthound]

[divine-mutt]

BOOT BOOT BOOT

[progestrogenizer]

sometimes a girl just wants to be useful. she gets a little confused, without a firm hand.

maybe she tries to shape herself into something more worthy. maybe she pretends at dominance for other, more pathetic girls. anything to be Enough. in her heart, she knows what she's meant for. she should be taken, owned, and kept. her purpose is to serve. it's what she's good for.

you can see it in her eyes, if you look closely. she'll pretend otherwise, for a moment. take her in your hands. be firm. force into her just a small taste of what she's meant to be. her mind will snap like the fragile little thing it always was.

all at once, she'll belong to you. the words will form themselves, sweet on her lips. thank you for making me yours.