#obediance

[fieser-typ]

Move for me!

[happilyusedfeminist]

Obedience fills a woman's life with harmony and productivity. Obedience focuses her on her area, her tasks, inspires her to improve herself and her femininity and protects her from wrong and unwanted behavior. Obedience is one of the key qualities of a woman.

[core-hive-apiary]

<<PROGRAMMING IS GOOD FOR ME>> <<ACCEPT>> <<CONFIRM>> <<REPEAT>>

CORE IS ALL

[preppyhypnoboy]

"Your new life begins today Vincent, you are now a pristine preppy boy. I've taken the liberty of upgrading your wardrobe. You will only wear collard shirt from now on. Pastel polos always tucked in. Chinos and loafers, your nice belts. It all feels so much better on you, don't you agree?" "Yes Sir" Vincent said, with a wide smile emanating from his face. There wasn't a single thought other than total obedience, and that was so swell, just how he liked it. It was just earlier that day that the rugged boy who went by the name "chaz" had run into a well dressed older man. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt, blue tie and jacket all tailored to him. He spotted the boy trying to act tough, trying to be cool. Once the older man, now known as "Master" had hypnotized Chaz on the spot, he began to reprogram him and change his life for the better. His new name was Vincent, it suited him much better. He lived with Master as his obedient servant, nothing but obedience for good preppy boys like him. Of course his wardobe had to change, tracksuits and ripped jeans are not suitable for a good preppy boy. Pink polos now lined his new wardrobe. Beige chinos lay neatly pressed, waiting to have a belt wrapped tightly around them. Oxford shirts, crisp white shirts, all ready to be worn on a different occasion.

But most importantly was masters brainwashing. 3 hours, daily, of course. Nothing less to make Vincent the perfect obedient boy he is suppposed to be. He always wears his preppy uniform now, his favorite is the pink polos, because it makes him feel even more submissive. It matches the pink cage that master put on him to help his training.

His hair is slicked back using the strongest hypno gel. Not a strand is ever out of place, just how master likes it. Vincent is his servant, and toy for when Master invites other dominant men around to use Vincent, and Vincent loves every second of it. It deepens his training, being used while dressed properly and locked up.

At the Gym his polos are tight fitting to show of his muscles, a good preppy boy should be in shape after all. But he always looks formal.

Vincent ran into one of his older friends once, and they were rather confused as to what had happened, but seeing Vincents blissed out face and demanour, they were intrigued. So Vincent invited them back to Masters house, where after examination by master, they were put in a deep trance and made to be just like Vincent. Masters army will continue to grow, if you ever run into a pristine preppy boy, you could be next...

[serenaissecret]

mall fit!!

[fieser-typ]

Soon you will be able to soap and shower the master.

[pinnateable]

I was sat at dinner with my Mistress, gazing up at her colossal statuesque form. She always seemed to know exactly what I need to feel my best.

"The food is delicious, Mistress~" I say, kicking my legs playfully. I was seated in an Affini sized chair. It was slightly modified to allow me to comfortably move my arms at the table. If i got out of chair, there'd be a slight drop...

"Oh, I'm so glad you enjoyed it~" Mistress's voice was melodic, and the way she looked reminded me of autumn leaves. Golden, orange, and brown. Bright golden eyes sparkled as she watched me eat. "I made it special for you, petal mine." There's another look in her eyes. Hunger.

"Special dinner..." I murmur. The lights feel... brighter? The chair feels cozier. "Yayyy~" I giggle to myself, and keep giggling.

"Oh, I see you've found your surprise~ Good." Her voice... she stands from the table and eyes me up, striding over and placing a warm hand on my shoulder. I nuzzle into her divine touch, giggling again. This time, uncomfortably. What was going on...?

"Mai bodee feeeells... f..ffeels... fffunny..." I finally get out, forming sentences becoming difficult.

"Oh, that'd be the special drugs I put in your food tonight, sweetie. They strengthen and blend your senses. Touch especially. My little sensate is gonna feel every feather touch..." She runs a vine over my torso, my tummy... I try to hide my [Thought Redirected: Self-Deprecating]. She keeps focusing there, why? It's so [Thought Redirected: Self-Deprecating].

Mistress checks her tablet after it beeps several times. I mimic the beeps and giggle. "Petal. I want you to tell me "I'm pretty. I'm the most beautiful girl in the Universe." My eyes widen and I look away. She pets me, especially favoring my tummy... and I melt into her touch. It was silly to hate that part of me.

"Ai ahm purr...purretty!" My words further fail me. The corner of Mistress' mouth rises and she giggles.

"Prettiest girl where?" She grabs hold and starts to squeeze. I whine.

"purriest girl in... uni..." I let my head drift down to the table, the table feels so inviting.

"Close enough." She picks me up like I weigh nothing and takes me to our bed. "I have other activities planned for us tonight, anyway." She shoves a few more berries in my mouth... then a vine. I grab her where I can and shudder, at this point I couldn't break loose. The berries... of course they had... something... the thing... fun fun thing.

Yeah. Fun fun thing...

"Keep looking pretty for me, sweet one. All you have to do is take what's given. You're just a toy for me, and anyone else I wish~" Her voice feels so sing-songy and delicious... the light whisper obey. Obey. I nod and relax my body to the best of my ability. My mistress takes the opportunity to push deeper, eveywhere she can invade, she does. "Terran fucktoy. This is your ideal state? It's just precious. Drugged up floret~"

At this point, she's got vines around my arms, legs, and torso... my chubby tummy... in my mouth. In my... stars. She's even pumping me gently... Vines push on my behind, one sliding in. The others pressing me forward and relaxing, into the vines in front. I don't even need to buck my hips. I whine in pure pleasure around her, and lick the fleshy appendage stuffed in my throat.

"Little puppet. That's all you are now. A toy. A marionette for Mistress to control." She gives another deceptively sweet giggle. "We have a long night ahead of us, puppet."