#horrordynamic

[yellowlikelemons]

Okkkkk but will you alter my brain via various conditioning or lobotomy and induce memory loss so you can more easily gaslight me into being obedient? Will you?

[yellowlikelemons]

Slasher femme x butch final boy when

[yellowlikelemons]

Can we have like a darkly romantic fanfic moment where you teach me to waltz but the implied power dynamics lend a sinister aura to the whole ordeal

[yellowlikelemons]

If you're gentle but with underlying sinister tones that get more prevalet the more we speak hmu

[yellowlikelemons]

Who wants to play house with me (evil version)

[yellowlikelemons]

Really enjoying the idea of being a snuffpuppy for rent. Mommy sending me off to buyers in nothing but boxers and a tattered tee she doesn't mind being dirtied or cut up. Staring with bleary eyes up at our customer after she drops me off someplace secluded. They might admire my scars, bruises from beatings and canings, dirty and crooked nails. Some parts of me are wrapped in bandage, Mommy being sure to clean and dress the wounds from our previous affairs. She wouldn't want me getting an infection - it'd be terribly awkward to bring me to a medical professional, and she wouldn't want me dying on her before she's decided it's my time.

Once I'm alone with my temporary keeper, they'd lead me into the back of their van. They've brought tools - knives, scalpels, tape, needles, something blunt. The moonlight would fade in inch increments as they close the door. The cars internal, yellow lamp clicks on. The glow it casts is contrasting and sickly, making my purple scars appear bright red. My customer would run a finger over the most prominent welts, sending electric pinpricks of pain up my arm. Their smile would crook, eyes wandering hungrily up my battered body. "Shall we begin?"

[yellowlikelemons]

Controlling Mother Domme who monitors what i watch on TV, which music I listen to, the books I'm allowed to read. Controlling Mother Domme who picks out what clothes I wear every day, folding them neatly and putting them on my bed (to dress me in when I wake up, of course.) Controlling Mother Domme who will only let me go outside if it's in their company. Controlling Mother Domme who bathes me, feeds me, and has me indulging in "wholesome" hobbies on a strict scheduele.

[yellowlikelemons]

ok but will you please slowly manipulate me into a sweet and mellow toy that lives as if your words are their only moral code? Will you please carve my personality away with a knife until all that's left is a gentle, suggestible doll that lights up at being told exactly what to do?