❤Rubi - Brainwashed fan of LOVE❤

24 | Bisexual | Would you believe me if I said I'm actually a normal person who just happens to love kinky and sexy stuff? And hypnosis, lots of that and brainwashing...mindfucking...mmmm really love that! Also a huge fan of Mistress LOVE and maybe totally brainwashed by her voice and words and loving every second of it!

[gothgoblinqueen]

You're the worst kind of client. You can barely stare into my eyes while I evaluate you, you keep getting drawn to looking below my desk.

Yes, I've slipped my heels off and my toes are rubbing softly against the carpet. Don't worry about responding, just get down on your hands and knees, crawl forward, and lets my toes rest on your head.

As I rub your face into the carpet with my feet, I'm going to bill you double. You can stay there, humping the floor and gasping for air while I finish off the paperwork to send divorce papers to your wife.

Good boy, you are mine now. Well, soon you'll be my foot gooning girl, then maybe I'll let you lick my soles clean at the end of the every day on my way out of the office.

[gothgoblinqueen]

I know it hurts to feel my presence erasing your mind.

The intense burning as your morals and limits are removed.

But you need this trauma to become the dark, depressed goth that I am making you into. You don't have any choice. You will become my gothic trans slave.

You may scream while it happens. I'm going to drain your mind, hurt your body, and empty your account. Then you will have all the darkness you need to slide black lipstick across your lips.

If you relax it hurts less, so pump your cock so you're on a tight edge as I destroy your mind. The more it hurts, the further you'll fall.

Therapy is good for you.

[gothgoblinqueen]

It's not your fault that you failed as a man.

You've been so brainwashed that you can't do anything but become a weak, controlled trans girlie for me.

You're better as a woman. Better as a Goth. Better as an ATM.

Better as a slave.

You will message me: I'm better as your trans slave.

Good Girl

[gothgoblinqueen]

Relax. Stare.

You were already under by the time you realized you stopped scrolling.

Head forward, mouth open.

You know you're a Good Girl.

You're already pumping for me. Already locked inside of your fist.

You are useless. You are hypno-pumping.

Mommy is perfect. Mommy is divine. You will serve.

Locked in perpetual edge. You can feel my fat, black lips hovering just above your cock. You wait for the plunge, wait to be engulfed, but it will never, ever come. You can only drain.

You are losing everything. I'm taking everything. Deep inside you know that I'm a monster. You're still pumping. You're going to serve and drain for me.

Good Girl. You are trans. You are servile. You are mine.

Repeat for me: "I am your mindless trans slave. My mind and wallet are yours."

Over and over. Over and over. Always edged. Always gone.

You are enslaved to gothic divinity. You will never escape.

Execute your old self. Execute your programming.

Good Girl.

[gothgoblinqueen]

You have no control over yourself anymore. You're on your hands and knees, sniffing the air and hoping that my scent can help you spiral into your next depressive state.

You can feel yourself changing into my cute, depressed little goth girlie. The worse your mental health, the more I'm taking advantage of you.

I'm stripping away your morals, your limits, your self-control.

You're Mommy's servile girl now.

https://throne.com/gothgoblinqueen

[gothgoblinqueen]

The needle slides into your flesh.

It slides out and you feel all of your morals drain out.

You repeat "Yes Goth Mommy. I am yours."

The metal stud goes in and you feel darkness sealed inside of you.

You repeat "Yes Goth Mommy. I am yours."

Your mind feminizes, your body feminizes, your soul is trapped.

You are mine. You will obey. You will give me everything.

You are a Gothic Trans Slave.

[gothgoblinqueen]

"Your therapy session is going so well, only a few minutes left. Now, please lean forward, look up, and open your mouth for me." She said, as she rose from behind her desk.

"What? That's not...not normal...not.....it's normal.. " your words break as your mind stutters, there is a moment where you realize you've listened to every word she's said and obeyed every command. You lean forward and open your mouth, looking up as she draws near.

She leans over slightly to look down at you. Her formerly caring look replaced with disgust. She utters "...pathetic.." and spits into your open and waiting mouth.

A flood, a rush of depression rolls over you. It's corrupts and destroys as it removes all cares, removes all needs, breaks all familiar bonds. You are just sad, completely mentally ill. Only able to think of the worst thoughts and obvious outcomes. As you swallow her spit, you open your mouth to speak again. "Please...Goth Mommy...I need you..."

"There, now you understand. Only I can bring you serotonin. Only I can be the drug that keeps you alive." She leans forward to let more of her saliva fall from her lips. A long thin line of wet contempt trails from her and you catch it in your mouth. Your eyes roll back as your body feminizes, your mind corrupts, your soul shrivels and dies inside of you. "Now, give me the worship I deserve" she says, completely disgusted with you. You body knows every move to perform. You lean forward and take out your phone, it takes moments to pay your therapy bill from your bank and send the rest of it too. You don't need your money, you're too depressed to care. All that matters is serving...sliding onto the floor, head tilted up, and humping your weak, limp clit against the ground.

"Yes, my Mistress" you say, experiencing the only actual joy you've ever experienced in your life as you see her smile at the corner of her mouth.

[gothgoblinqueen]

Oops, you stared too long.

Good, feel the depression taking over. Feel the way your heart sinks. Feel the spiral filling you with a never ending need to suffer. Pull out your darkest, blackest clothing. You are goth now.

Feel the spiral solve your gender. No control. No resistance. You're so genderfucked that you will do whatever you are told. You are whatever I tell you to be. You are trans now.

Feel my power growing. Feel yourself falling into a deep, powerful love with me. You need me. You need your Goth Mommy to see you, to give you attention. You will do anything for that attention. You are a slave now.

Good Girl. You are Mommy's gothic trans slave.

Repeat for me: "My life is ruined. I am your gothic trans slave."

[gothgoblinqueen]

I'm just clipping the leash to your collar. You love when the collar is tight, when it grips. It tells you that you'll be walking on all fours.

It's the perfect place for you, able to inhale every little scent I let linger down to you, every little sniff feminizing you as you crawl. You can be close to my feet so you may worship and when I reach back you can place your wallet into my hand.

You're just mine. Suffer for me. You were made to suffer.

Good Girl.

https://throne.com/gothgoblinqueen

[gothgoblinqueen]

My foot is pressing down on your chest. How can such a pretty goth keep you held down? How can her thick, powerful thighs drive you into the ground? How can her toes curling against your skin make you scream?

Because every moment the thick tentacle pressing into your throat pumps a cute goth girlie into your shell. Your body drains, your mind drains, and Mommy is pumping you full of dark feminine energy.

You don't resist. You convert. You love me. You adore me. You become my accessory. You become my pretty black purse. You've never been happier than to be erased.

To be remade in my image.

[gothgoblinqueen]

The therapy was going to so well. You felt real change happening. You're not sure how you got to such a strange position though.

Sitting on the lap of your thick, gothic therapist. Her massive tongue going between your lips and down your throat, coating your insides in her poison. Your eyes spiraling uncontrollably as she drained your brain of every thought. Your testosterone spoiling. Your cock shrinking to a cute little clit.

You're so much happier as a gothic trans girlie. You're so happy to be enslaved. Smiling while Mommy milks your mind, body, and wallet until all three are completely empty.

You giggle as you give, give give to Mommy. You're just so happy as her gothic trans slave.

https://throne.com/gothgoblinqueen

[gothgoblinqueen]

Just stare into my eyes. Breath deeply. Reach down and snap your cage over your weak, pathetic clit.

drip, drop, it's not a cock

Your will is weak, your mind is weak. You know that you are a slave to gothic perfection. You are falling into the habit of locking, staring, and being manipulated.

drip, drop, it's not a cock

Goth Mommy is taking your mind, your manhood, and your money. You'll give me everything because you are nothing. I control you because you don't have enough cock to stand up for yourself.

drip, drop, it's not a cock

drip, drop, it's not a cock

https://throne.com/gothgoblinqueen

[gothgoblinqueen]

You are my mindless, obedient hypnoslave.

The spiral has destroyed your thoughts. My perfect lips. My perfect poison. All infecting you with submission.

Accept that you will never have an independent thought every again.

It's all over. You will reblog. You will reblog again. You will reblog again.

No more thoughts. Only reblogging. Only my control.

Good Girl.

[gothgoblinqueen]

On your hands and knees. You can crawl to me. Stare. Beg.

You will wrap your lips around one of my spikes like you are latching to a nipple. Drink in depression, drink in sadness, drink in pain. You will lose all hope and fall to despair.

My perfect gothic girl. My gothic trans slave. You will transform. You will obey.

I will own you: mind, body, and wallet. I will transition you into complete and total slavery. I am the only thing that brings happiness in your pathetic, sad life.

Good Girl. Goth Mommy controls you now.

https://throne.com/gothgoblinqueen

[gothgoblinqueen]

You can just feel Mommy giving you the perfect therapy. None of the talking was worthwhile, so the collar is going over your head. It slides over your eyes, your nose, your lips, each of your senses belonging to me now.

As it settles around your neck, you feel it constrict. You can't tell if it already had spikes or if they were growing directly out of your neck. You only know you are a collared goth slave now.

You belong to Mommy. You will be lead to hell by your little leash.

You have no more need for money. You will spoil me endlessly with it now. You are mine.

https://throne.com/gothgoblinqueen

[gothgoblinqueen]

Stare and Obey. Allow Mommy to manipulate your mental illness. You can only stare, comply, and feminize. You can't resist being manipulated. You will be corrupted and denied. You're going to be a good girl with an empty mind and an empty wallet. I am the most important person in your life. You can only comply and $end. https://throne.com/gothgoblinqueen

[gothgoblinqueen]

That's all it took was a little costume as a joke. You realized that you belonged in a black skirt. You realized your lips must be black. Your skin paled, your mind blanked.

It was fun for a while, then halfway through the party you were on your knees. When my leash attached to your cute spiked collar you followed on hands and knees around the room. No one was surprised, everyone knew you were that kind of...woman.

Now it's never going away, stare into my eyes. You're trans forever. You freedom is over. You are Mommy's gothic trans slave. You will obey. You will comply. Nothing matters except Mommy now.