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[pocket-watcher]

I enjoy men best when failing to resist hypnosis I think that’s very hot of them and they should do it more

[caspianhypno]

Its true we men look cute failing to resist... I mean other men not me

[bawdybooster]

Highly agree. They look very handsome with some spirals in their eyes and no thoughts on their mind~

[scenesandscenarios]

contains: dubious consent and an abyssal maybe-parasite

today's daydream is being stuck inside a high pressure diving rig or a spacesuit or a suit of armor with something. feeling a warm sludgy shape wedged between the outer shell and your body. amorphous form gliding over yours, between membranes, like a parasite moving under your second skin, but it hasn't found its way into you yet. probing and exploring - - for an opening? a reaction? just out of curiosity? petrified in place because you can't take off your second skin without succumbing to the crushing depths or the frigid vacuum of space, but it's compromised, and there's no other way to get the intruder out. helplessly calling in on comms but nobody can let you past decontamination or back into your vessel. seeing it on the infrared sensors, feeling it settle in and contour itself to you... and piercing shock when it finds a nice warm and silky entrance into you. clawing fruitlessly at the armor plating as your guest takes shelter deep inside. and outside too, tendrils like suckering roots in every corner of your body. nobody can help, it's only you and the abyss now

[toxintoy]

the sex appeal of paralytic drugs btw. your dom holding you down and giving you a quick injection, then watching as your frantic struggles become weaker in seconds. you go limp, no longer able to move, nothing more than a doll for them to play with. they don't need to tie you up. you're not getting away.

and even though you might look quite lifeless, they know you're still conscious. they know you can feel everything.

[kysluts]

wanna use a pretty boy like a little experiment doll. lay down for me and be a good boy while ‘m testing everything out and seeing what makes you twitch the hardest or moan the loudest, but we gotta keep going no matter how much you cum because ‘m just too determined to figure my pretty boy out, okay? <3

[latex-rubber-world]

[stillvathek]

Imagine a box. Picture it in your head.

Not a big box. Not a scary box. Small, the kind that could sit in front of you.

Like a jewellery box. Small. Safe. With a lock on it.

Picture it in your head.

Good girl.

There’s a key. Picture taking the key and putting it into the lock. You turn it, there’s a quiet little click, and the box is unlocked. You open the box. The box is empty.

Empty.

Empty things should be filled.

Picture it in your head. See it in front of you. Empty. The box is empty. Empty things should be filled. Things are safe in the box. Locked away and safe. Safe and sound and out of mind.

Good girl.

Your head is not empty. Your head is too full. The box is empty. Empty. Empty things should be filled. You want the box to be full so your head can be empty. Empty.

Picture it in your head. Picture your thoughts.

You take a thought out. Doesn’t matter what. It’s safe in the box, so it doesn’t matter what it was. You take a thought out of your head and you put it into the box. Your head is too full. You want your head to be empty. Empty. You take a thought and put it safe and sound in the box. Safe and sound and out of mind.

Good girl.

You take another thought, you put it in the box. Your head is feeling emptier. Empty. The box is being filled up. The box is safe. You want the box to be full so your head can be empty. Empty. Being empty feels good. You take another thought, you put it in the box. It’s so easy, so easy being empty. Being empty feels good.

Good girl.

Keep going. Take another, put it in the box. Take another, put it in the box. Don’t stop.

You want the box to be full so your head can be empty.

You feel empty. Empty. So many thoughts safe and sound in the box now. Safe and sound and out of mind. They’re safe in the box and they don’t weigh you down. They’re safe in the box and they leave you empty. Empty. Empty feels good. Empty things should be filled.

You feel empty. Your head feels empty. Empty things should be filled. Your head should be filled. But you don’t want more thoughts. Thoughts go in the box, not in your head. Fluff goes in your head. Fluff fills your empty head.

Thoughts go in the box, fluff goes in your head.

Good girl.

Thoughts go in the box, fluff goes in your head.

Thoughts go out, fluff goes in.

Thoughts out, fluff in.

Thoughts out, fluff in.

Good girl.

Keep going. You’re doing so well. The box is nearly full, and your head is nearly empty. Almost all fluff now. Just a few thoughts left. Keep going. Take another, put it in the box. Take another, put it in the box.Thoughts out, fluff in. Good girl.

Good girl.

Last one. Take it out of your head, put it in the box. Good girl.

The box is all full. All your thoughts safe and sound and out of mind.

Picture it. See the box. See the box so full and safe.

Close the lid.

Turn the key.

All those thoughts locked away.

Safe and sound and out of mind.

All the empty space filled with happy fluff instead.

No thoughts. Just fluff.

Happy fluff.

No thoughts.

No worries.

No cares.

Nothing scary.

Nothing confusing.

Nothing difficult.

Happy fluff.

Good girl.

Put the key in your pocket. Picture it.

The box is locked until you open it. All your thoughts safe in the box. Safe and sound and out of mind. Thoughts go in the box, fluff goes in your head. Good girl. The box is yours. A place to put what you don’t want in your head. Thoughts go in the box, not in your head.

Good girl.

You feel better.

[sweetlyspiraling]

You barely even think about the chip anymore, and only partly because of the conditioning. In the early days, it was. Your mind was constantly bombarded by signals and reminders: how you were supposed to behave now, who you were supposed to be. The chip had to fight against all the signals and patterns built up in your brain over years of life.

But the chip has only one job. Your brain has many. It was inevitable that the chip would eventually wear you down. All it took was one little slip, and the rest followed eventually.

You don't even notice the chip anymore. You don't notice it in the same way you don't notice your bones or your blood. It's just there, in your body, and you don't need to notice it unless something goes wrong.

Nothing will go wrong. You've been too carefully instructed to allow that. That was the first instruction you followed, the one that felt too natural to avoid. Of course you're going to take care of yourself. Of course you're going to try to look and feel your best. You barely even notice when the definition of that shifts.

You want to look your best. You want to be beautiful. You want other people to look at you and notice that beauty.

You want to feel your best. You want to feel good. You would do a great deal in order to feel good.

It feels so good to do what you're told.

From there, it's a slippery slope. Instructions buzz their way along your brain, and you follow them. It feels good to follow those instructions. It feels good to be commanded. It feels good to obey.

You barely even think about the chip anymore. That's as it should be. Soon you'll be ready for Phase Two.

[pokeballvictim]

Don't be such a prude. It's 2026, everyone has a mind control fetish. And no that statement is not related to the ominously humming satellite dish behind me.

[hard-dazed-knight]

Heroboy who is just asking questions about where all those aliens that are shown enveloping cute girls' heads are. For no reason whatsoever.

[sleepyjump]

i would be soooo perfect as part of a hivemind. i want to show a girl how wonderful enthrallment feels and stay with her as the roots slowly spread to her brain and open a hole in her mind and i gently cup her cheek while her expression shifts from tearful panic to a confused smile and that fear and bliss envelops me all over again as the line between her and us blurs and we feel all of each other and everyone at once and i know that i have been so so so helpful to her. and we make out afterwards cutestyle

[nachiku]

Saliva <3

[vialofpink]

👀 more pets trying to resist/brat against brainwashing at the facility?

Have some backlogs from someone's first day here <3

You guys seem to be really interested, is there something specific you'd wanna see? Or shall I just demonstrate how our machines work?

[decemberistsfan]

good morning to all robotfuckers and mecha kissers and people who think lovingly about maintenance in cramped spaces

[soldier-exclipse]

installing software

[bluetoothinmyveins]

Felt a bit inspired. Ended up with a short little thing that I'm especially proud of.

This has implied themes of forced hypnosis, forced robotification/potentially tf?, and maybe loosely implied drugging.

The rhythmic, predictable beating of your heart thumped against your ears. Your eyelids, heavy, struggling to open, barely able to blink the heavy, overwhelming sleep from your vision.

Your fingers flexed. You attempted to lift your arms, to stretch your dully aching muscles, a feeble attempt to shake the heavy drowsiness that seemed to encase your entire body. Your breathing shifted from the deep, repetitive cycle, to quicker, slightly more erratic breaths.

You lifted your head. The hazy fog that seemed to linger behind your eyes, and had nestled its way into your brain, wasn't fading. You forced your eyes open, finally trying to scan your surroundings, a pang of uncertainty starting to fill your chest as your memory failed you for the first time tonight.

You didn't recognize where you were, how you got there, or exactly why you couldn't seem to control your body. Your heartbeat rang inside your head, picking up speed to match your breathing, and you pushed your arms forward. Nothing.

Somewhere, vaguely, behind you, you finally recognized, was the noise of.. *something* moving. Nothing living. No breathing offsetting the purposefully uncomfortable silence. Metal. Hydraulic limbs.

"Welcome back, little critter.. pleased to see your senses coming back, aren't they?"

You forced your heavy, sunken eyes to scan up from the comfort that gazing at the ground gave you. Staring right back at you were the cameras of a robot, lenses meant to resemble fake eyes, analyzing your reactions.

A flash of fear, it recognized, lit up in your eyes, before quickly snuffing itself out, and your eyelids began to droop. You forced yourself to look at the lenses again.

Your eyes began to dart along the limbs, the chassis, the torso, of the unit in front of you. It towered over you. Uncanny limbs, longer than your wingspan, laid at rest by its sides. Digits, palms the size of your head, oxidized and worn smooth at tension points.

It raised the hand your vision came to rest on, up to and in front of its face, forcing your eyes back where it wanted it.

"Did that do that much to your psyche? You're stupid now.. maybe that's a bit unfair. You were stupid before. Your form itself is... flawed."

The voice it carried played from its chest. A rectangular, worn-out panel below the speaker. Your gaze felt.. pushed. You focused back on the robot's vision again. You couldn't help it. It knew you couldn't.

The digit the robot had extended was placed against your chest, above your heart, and it felt your racing pulse. Your arms jerked, the movement stemming from your shoulders, but fell back into place.

Your heart rate, of course, in response to such an unusual situation, increased again. The robot's cameras, you could tell, traced from where its fingertip was, up your body and into your eyes. Even if it wasn't actual eye contact, it still made you try and put space between you and the unit. To no avail, just as before.

"You're nervous."

The fact it could tell was unnerving to you. It made your heart thump against your eardrums again. The replicated emotions of the robot began to appear.. dissatisfied.

"It should be easier from now on. You took the first round very well. It shouldn't have been as easy as it was, even."

The robot's index came to press against your chin, easily guiding you to look up at it. Disturbingly easy compared to the struggle it was to move yourself.

"... you've craved this, haven't you?"

You didn't even know what it meant by that, but you nodded. You didn't want to. You wanted to shake your head, tell it no, get yourself out of this situation.

The unit pressed its finger harder against your flesh. Discomfort, not quite pain, began to radiate from the site.

"You should be ashamed of it. A disgrace to your kind. To ache so desperately to become something you were never meant to be.."

The digits of the unit then grasped your face. Two fingers pressing into your jawbone enough to ache. The robot stared into you.

"It's pitiful. You don't object. You don't fight back.. you just cave in and agree."

You tried to speak. Your jaw didn't move. You couldn't move your head with how tightly it held you in place. Your body did not respond to any of the desperate pleas to push away.

The robot pushed you back against the metal you were sat up against as it felt your pulse skyrocket again.

"Quit panicking about this. It won't get you anywhere."

It stood up fully, now towering over you again, and began to move away from you. Your fingers, you realized, had begun to tingle, as if the blood supply had become restricted. The unpleasant sensation of pins and needles began to slowly crawl up your hands.

"It's creatures like yourself that made me realize what I should have been made for, you know. Your reactions, your desires.. atypical."

The voice of the unit got quieter as it turned away from you, and began to move around the room you couldn't be bothered to analyze.

A sharp, sudden jolt of pain shot around the area where the robot's digits had pressed into your skin. It faded just as suddenly, however, a dull throbbing around the area slowly

The pins and needles climbed up your limbs much quicker than before. The tension your body had slipped away. Your body slumped against the metal, your arms falling limp at your sides. Any desire to flee completely left your mind.

"Isn't this easier?"

Your eyes focused again, the unit inspecting you closely, tilting its head at your heavy, dilated eyes. Several extended, dragging seconds went by like this. The eye contact didn't bother you this time.

The unit then, shockingly gentle for something of its size, instructed you to close your eyes, brushing its digits against your eyelids. Against your will, your body relaxed into the robot's hand, digits gently cupping your cheek.

The digits of the robot then shifted, and you felt the cool metal against your sides, sliding up and coming to grasp your sides. The unit lifted you, somehow not digging into your skin, and placed you against something hard.

"Just follow when I direct you to."

Your body forced you to nod again. Your ability to resist had been stripped from you. Your compliance was guaranteed, at this point.

Your eyes remained shut. You tried, desperately, to open them again, to see where you had been moved to. You couldn't tell if it was just above you, or steps away. Your senses were.. altered.

The unit pressed its index into your chest, and you leaned back into whatever you'd been placed into. The material was comforting. It was soft, in harsh contrast to even the gentlest touch of the robot, and the metallic floor you'd spent who knows how much time slumped on.

The robot's digits fluttered against your body, and traced down your shoulder. It pushed your upper arm back, and then pressed two digits of its free hand into your palm.

Half of its digits spanned your entire palm. Your fingers grasped them, and the pins-and-needles radiated through your body.

"You'll be better before you know it.."

The robot's voice now had changed. Fake, forced sympathy practically dripped from its words. It pushed your arm back, and guided your arm into something just as soft as what you were resting against. It cupped your limb comfortably, direct contact against every point.

This began an agonizingly slow, detailed, intricate process. The robot would press one hand against your limb of choice, and use its digits on the other to guide you into placing into the encasing shell.

The material lured you into a sense of comfort. Steady. Unchanging. The unit allowed you to stay that way for an indeterminate amount of time.

"Look at me."

Your body remained limp. Your eyes, however, opened with ease.

The robot was pressed against your face. Its large, cold forehead pressing against yours. The lenses of its cameras were now flashing. Bright yellows and oranges flooded your vision. It consumed your every thought, as if melting anything else but itself from your consciousness.

"You will be perfect soon."

The robot snapped its digits together, you could barely see in your peripheral. The shell you had been so gently and carefully pressed against, instructed to relax deeply into, tightened. It clasped around your wrists, your ankles, around every joint. The machine wrapped around every inch of your body except your head, creeping up your neck and pressing just barely enough to be uncomfortable.

Your desire to move has left you at this point. You stared directly, closely, into the robot's eyes. The machinery around you pressed against your skin, the tingling feeling now bone-deep. Every square inch of your body, every muscle, every organ, every structure now buzzing, vibrating.

The colors swirling in the robot's eyes began to curl around themselves faster. Your eyes were dilated, the brightness of no concern, any damage to your vision, you knew, would be temporary.

"You are pitiful as something living. Give up the limitations of your flesh. Give in to my commands. Give up."

Your body tensed. Pressing into the metal shell that limited every aspect of your movement. It fit your form perfectly. It suited you, after all, didn't it?

"Accept your new perfection."

A violent electric shock then coursed through your body. Your eyes forced themselves shut before the last aspect of your consciousness fled. Your brain now fully shut off.

Your body went completely limp inside the mechanisms. The robot forced your eyes open again.

"You think that was it? I haven't even begun to program you yet."

[ace-trainer-alice]

"Bad end" kink is really hot. I talk a lot about signifiers vs substance in kink, and I think bad end is another one of the weird examples. I tend to see bad ends not as a single kink but as a set is ideas associated primarily by their aesthetics.

The idea of this being an ending. A bad ending. You could have won, you could have escaped, you could have gotten out of here. But you didn't, you lost. You put on the collar and lost the ability to say no. You stared into my eyes a little too long and lost the last of your INT. You froze at the wrong moment and lost the most important fight. And now destiny is broken and you can't save anyone anymore, so you're just going to be my toy forever and ever now, okay?

It's fun. The idea of forever. The idea of endings. Don't you want to not have to fight anymore? Don't your want permission to just let go? Isn't loss seductive? I like the dialogue between what you're supposed to do, what you're obligated to do, what you're compelled to do, and what you want to do, what feels good, what you desire. It's interesting.

[scientifichubris]

Mad scientists will be like "I know a place" and then strap you onto the autopsy table

[cunt-inent]

only an autopsy if you're dead... please use the proper name for my vivisection table

[schakira]