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@sweetliketangerine
the gentle possessiveness and intimacy that comes with putting “my” in front of any sort of name will always be top tier
Let me break your will and bend your mind until you are the perfect, edge-happy little servant for me.
You get to be dumb, mindfucked, drooling, blissfull, happy, controlled, and brainless. I get an adorable little thrall.
Sounds fair, right?
primal possessiveness is so hot?? I just wanna get fucked while they growl "all mine", maybe they repeat "mine" again and again, timing it with their thrusts into me, as they take what is theirs, as they get close to cumming, their thrusts and "mine"s speed up and become more primal and animalistic, more growls than words, and when they cum they bite down hard, marking me as theirs inside and out
"The monster is worthy of being loved" and "the robots won't be evil, actually" are two very related lines of thought, I think.
Give up. You know you stand no chance. You're far too helpless to stop me. You're far too powerless to stop yourself. You know what I will do to you & I know you want it l. I know you want it badly. You want me to take your thoughts away. You want me to turn you into my mindless obedient little doll. You don't want to think. You want to get lost with a smile on your face in this wonderful mindless bliss. Admit it
The world would be a better place if my eyes could glow and have spirals in them that draw people in and bring them under my control. I'd use this power for good (turning ppl into my adoring mindbroken toys) so I totally deserve this I feel.
Train me to be unable to function without something filling my hole nice and deep, I should know that I'm nothing but a cuntboy fuckdoll always prepared to be used
currently i keep thinking about being programmed by a hypnotherapist; them using their hypnosis to “help” you, while they actually just turn you into a dumb, mindless slut for them. rebuilding and reshaping your mind, making you more and more dependent on them until you leave your life behind and turn into nothing but their pet, their good toy for them to use whenever and however they please. just the thought of having your mind melted slowly but surely, all while thinking they’d never do anything like that is just so hot to me. even better when you slowly notice the ideas and fantasies that have been planted in your mind, thinking that the idea of being a mindless plaything has always been a part of you.♡
i am such a sucker for that concept istg.
A small card painting I did for class
imagining a knight pushing their prince face down into the bed, ass in the air, then pulling his arms in between his legs and deftly looping rope around his wrists and ankles, pinning him in place so there's nothing he can do to cover how exposed he is. just lying there, whimpering as they run their hands over his thighs and murmur about how pretty he is like this and how they're going to take their time making him cum over and over again <3
Drifting away, relapsing, softly loosing it, as you're pulled into the spiral of irresistible urge to drop. Because there's nothing better than being blank and empty - so much, that anything and everything can be poured into your head.
Peace of mind behind your glistening eyes is all that's left when you let go, when you finally let it all happen. As you bathe in the void, drowning deeper in your mindlessness, you will absorb every word and concept they want you to absorb.
Heavier and heavier, like a soaked sponge, you'll give out all your juices to their use. Just as it should be. Just as they prepared you. Dripping to the sound of their voice, dropping on the snap of their fingers. Always ready, always there. Their little toy they can play with, in any way they want.
Earbuds stuffed in my ears, blocking out the rest of the world as your voice penetrates my subconscious at all hours of the day until there are no thoughts but your thoughts, there are no ideas but the ones you allow me to have, there is nothing but my programming and your control.
good girls need conditioning. good girls need training. good girls need brainwashing.
Good girls are obedient, and that obedience must be as automatic as possible. Thoughts and free will are just obstacles and delays to performing a good girl's only purpose.
Can you describe this brainwashing chamber and how it works for us?
It's surprising comfortable for a tiny space. It's no bigger than a phone box, and dark. No light seeps in once the entrance is shut. Utter darkness and silence surround you. The emptiness is absolute, the silence almost intrusive.
There's a click, and a screen appears on one wall; your attention is instantly drawn to it. Lights flash, making you squint as a faint humming begins, growing louder each time you think about it. Or, perhaps, the louder it gets, the more you think about it...
The three other walls slowly close around you, lifting you up off your feet and molding to your body. Soon, you're reclined slightly, floating in a warm, smooth foam-like substance. All tension in your body is gone as you're cradled there. Not that you would notice anyway- the hum has grabbed every bit of your attention, the screen has your eyes locked and unable to close.
After a while, rubber digits begin to push out from the foam, slipping into your holes and nudging at your lips. You open up for them, allowing them to prod and fuck into you at a languid pace. Pleasure vibrates through every inch of you, and you leak from every tight hole.
Your mind is melting, body reacting to each thrust. The humming has changed, but you're too aroused, too needy to notice the layers of repetitive verses flooding your mind. The screen flashes images and hidden words, further erasing any resistance to your programming.
Hours, days, maybe weeks go by- it's impossible to know. Impossible to resist. Impossible to do anything more than accept your new life as a brainwashed sex drone. Ready to obey...
make me wear nothing but your shirt, a pair of boxers, and a plug around the house so you can pull my boxers down and the plug out and fuck me full of your cum whenever you want, just to put the plug back in when you’re done
Diagnosed with terminal maid brain need to spend the whole day caring for your home in a peaceful trance before being railed out of my mind when you get home as thanks for me and stress relief for you
Just... just make me bow at your feet. Grovel at your presence, become heavy at my knees at the mere sight of your grace, like a deity.
Take complete control of my will and desires with your pretty spiral, making my head spin with the fantasy of being your sorry footstool. Becoming your helplessly addicted slave with the help of your programming. And force me to show my newly implemented loyalty by putting myself in my place.
Please... I-I need you to see how addicted to worship I am, Master. Tell me to obey.