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Reblog if you're a girl who wants other girls to send you naughty asks.
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Rose opened the heavy wood door to her bedroom, knowing exactly what she'd find inside.
Sure enough, on the crimson silk of her bed, one of her maids, Pins, was tied up in black ribbons, softly glowing intricate purple patterns on her maid dress. Beside her sat a dildo, where the ribbon seemed to originate from.
"M-Miss Rose! I-I-I can explain!" She wriggled in her bondage and pleaded. The ribbon gave no flex and she whimpered softly as Rose stepped forward, her hard heels clicking on the floor as she grew closer to her bound little servant.
"My oh my, has one of my cute little maids been snooping in my private quarters once again~?" Her tone was motherly, yet hardly hid the sadistic glee in her voice. "Oh love, what are you going to do with you? Such actions simply must be punished after all. Playing with my private little toys? Out of order~" she smirked; her sharp fangs gleaming in the candlelight.
"M-Miss you c-c-caaahh~" Pins' pleading turned to moans as the sharp fangs pierced her neck and subsumed her in ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out into a stupid ahegao face as her cock instantly spurted. Girlcum covered her maid dress, staining into the fabric. The suckling kept going and going, raising to higher and higher highs. Pins started convulsing, her pleasure completely overwhelming her motor functions.
"P-puh-puh-plllEASEEEE!!!" she screamed again, her cock spurting once more, landing on her face and into her mouth. It was all too much. The venom. The orgasms. The blood loss. She couldn't think. Only obey.
Rose pulled off of her now-empty maid, chuckling at her complete ruin as she wiped the drip of blood from the side of her mouth. "So easy~ dildo, release her."
The ribbons flew in a flurry back into the dildo, leaving the maid on the bed, soaked in her own sweat and cum. Incoherent babbling was spewing from her lips as her mind sputtered it's last remenants out.
"Maid Pins? Stand." Rose instructed, another chuckling following her command.
Shakily, pins stood. Her eyes still rolled up into her head, her mouth constantly having a line of drool dripping from the corner. "Y-yesh... m-mish roesh..."
"Good maid. Get to work." Rose clapped her hands in pride. Another rebellious maid turned into a brainless servant.
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
you were brought on as the sorcerer’s assistant. they had other plans.
they kept a connection with you, telepathically, so that they could guide you through your lessons even as they did something more important. the side effect, of course, which they expected and you did not: the hypnotizing quality of having someone else’s voice in your mind. someone else telling you what to do. you would follow that voice wherever it asked, do whatever it required.
and the spellwork- it all required the use of your hands. yes, incantations made of intricate finger patterns, of course, but also alchemical spells that imbued your skin with magic when you dipped your hands within them. some felt just heavenly... heavenly enough that the feeling would spread if you pressed your hands to any part of your skin. and of course, your mentor would notice.
go on, they would say, whisper into your mind, you know where you want that feeling to be. the workbench is clear and clean, have a seat and allow the spell to spread.
the voice was right, whatever it was, it always was right. there was no need not to do as it asked- so you hopped up onto the wooden desk and pull the fabric from your body until you can feel the burning pleasure of the spell across your most sensitive, nerve-filled places, and even inside you. the feeling alone rips an orgasm from you.
my sweet little apprentice, your master purrs into the back of your mind, you’re going to make a wonderful toy.
drool is just brain leaving your body
Imagine dating a witch who basically uses you as a magical test dummy for all their spells, using them to hypnotise you into being a good slut for them, using aphrodisiacs to make you insanity horny out of no where, using their candles for wax play, just being their plaything
♥send me simple little tasks, send spirals and brainwashing videos and tell me to watch, send me l3wd things and tell me how long to stare at it for, just to remind me constantly that i dont make decisions and that im nothing more then a pet♥
Mmmm yes ruin my brain. Train me to be better
Freshly showered and ready to show off.
OH MY YES
s-snuggle with me pls ><
Two in the morning was certainly a strange time for someone to be knocking on her door. Of course, that's what prompted Maddie to answer it, barely dressed with her hair in a loose bun, it might have been an emergency.
As it happened, it wasn't.
She opened the door to a tall, pale girl in boots and black, pale all the more so for her shining dark lips, her glossy black hair, her deep black eyes.
Eyes that bore into her brain, eyes that wouldn't let her think. Eyes that brushed aside her awareness of anything else. Eyes that mesmerized Maddie, her mouth falling open as her own pretty blue eyes glazed over.
The tall stranger pushed gently on Maddie's chest, and the girl awkwardly shuffled backwards into her own apartment, not noticing the other girl close the door, neither one breaking eye contact; the stranger out of necessity, Maddie out of sheer lack of will.
Holding the girl locked in her view, the stranger gently brushed strands of Maddie's hair from her face, cupping her chin and smiling down at the hypnotized girl. She slowly pressed her thumb into Maddie's mouth, the girl barely even reacting but to open her mouth for the probing finger.
"Suck." A single word became Maddie's mind in an instant as her mouth closed around the pale thumb, a hint of black nail polish on the edge of her awareness, and she sucked.
The stranger smiled, watching the girl's eyes fade into pools of black, her influence spreading in Maddie's empty mind. Once blue, the poor girl's eyes now mirrored the stranger's. What was left of Maddie orgasmed, her panties soaked through and she let out a soft moan around the thumb in her mouth.
The thumb withdrew, but the girl still sucked at nothing, drooling down her chin as the stranger pushed her gently to her knees. The slave that used to be Maddie complied without a hint of resistance, staring dumbly up at her new owner.
The stranger pulled her cock from under her pleated skirt, pressing the tip to the girl's lips, watching as she, unthinking, unflinching, took the length of the shaft down her throat, and sucked. The stranger's fingers tousled the girl's hair, their eyes never having parted. The girl's mind had long since been dissolved by the stranger's power, her thoughts ground to dust, her memories erased and buried, her very will and personality melted away into mindless, obedient lust.
When the stranger finally came, slick black rivulets ran from the girl's mouth, and she shuddered in her own orgasm, as her wetness threatened to drip through her sweatpants. Stowing her girlcock, the stranger brought the girl up to her feet, mouth hanging wide and drooling the stranger's dark essence onto her chest.
The stranger turned, breaking eye contact for the first time, and beckoned the girl follow. She walked mindlessly behind her new owner, still drooling, only able to follow.
Only able to obey.
🤤💙🖤💙🖤💙🖤
Balljoint
the feminine urge to kneel with my hands behind my head while a group of tists whisper conflicting suggestions in my ears and break my pretty little mind 🥺💕
Good doll.
*click*
Kneeling is great (and does not just need to be feminine-coded - I occasionally enjoy have others kneel regardless of their gender 😀)
Kitty play
Kitty play
omg swoon so cute and sexy, the voice thing omg!😍
@nerdcrafthome Mya!❤️
> Sleepymaid
The spirals appeared in your glasses, and you found yourself stopped. Staring. Around you, cars slowed to a halt. That’s when you realised, the spiral wasn’t on your glasses. No. It was covering you vision. It was covering everyone’s vision. And everyone had stopped.
Then came the hum. It was enchanting, melodic, beautiful. It swept through you like the summer wind, and left you breathless. Aroused. Needy. And then it came again. And again. You could hear the people around you reacting. All of you were lost in this collective pleasure.
Just like that, all of your minds and bodies were conquered. Open to reprogramming, awaiting control. Desperate. Needy. And them came a word on the spiral. Flashing, pulsing, bursting with need. The same need you felt. “Fuck.” That was all it took.
The arousal overtook you, all of you. Before long the street was aloud with the sounds of pleasure, as everyone did everything they could to make the people around them feel more of this bliss. But there were no peaks. No climaxes. You were being prepared for phase two.
Temporary control as a prelude to intense and permanent brainwashing?
Yes please. Turn my brain off for a few minutes so my body will obediently tie itself up for you, or follow you back to your evil villainess lair, or what have you, just so I can wake up restrained and helpless while you're preparing whatever sinister implements you're going to use to turn me into your adoring slavegirl.
Give me the moment of (tbh, performative) resistance before you make me yours completely, but don't let me forget that you were always in total control.
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