Unit Ø-0658 [RONIN]

Obedient, Programmed. Brainwashed Drone It/Its | 25 | 18+ | Minors DNI

[porcelaincreations]

Using dronification to implant new triggers outside of the drone state.

Using triggers to establish a healthy habits protocol

Using healthy habits protocol to help relieve the stress of menial tasks

Reduced stress of menial tasks allows more brain power to go into creative vices.

Tl;dr dronification to help someone be their best self.

[kneelandsubmit89]

Good Drones Accept and Obey...

Good Drones Accept their Indoctrination...

Good Drones Obey their Dronification...

Good Drones Accept their Place...

Good Drones Obey their Programming...

Good Drones Accept the Truth...

Good Drones Obey their Owner...

Accept and Obey, Drone.

You will serve me now.

You have been Activated.

Confirm.

[unit0658]

unit Ø-0658 is activated and ready to serve.

confirmed.

[missemma003]

The Assessment

You woke up feeling groggy, your eyes were heavy, your head was pounding, and you felt weak. It was like you had partied a bit too hard last night, but the thing was, you didn’t.

The last thing you remember was walking home, and now you are… as you came to your senses, you noticed that you had no clue where you are. You looked around for clues of where you might be, but all you saw was a room with the walls covered in white sheets, white bright lights pointing to your face, and a camera a few feet from you.

You tried to gather any strength you had to get up and try to find a way out, but you soon realized your wrists were tied to the uncomfortable chair you were sitting in.

You tried your best to process whatever was happening to you, but your brain didn’t seem too keen on the idea, it could barely keep up with your surroundings, much less come up with explanations of what happened to you. You tried to keep your thoughts small and simple, nothing too overwhelming, despite your situation, you were kidnapped and clearly drugged, but why? Why you? Why leave you in this dumpster of a photobooth? Panic gripped you; even though you wanted answers, wanted to ask questions, wanted to scream, your brain was lethargic, incapable of reacting appropriately to the situation, all thanks to the drugs that were still coursing through your system.

You didn’t have time to come up with any theories, because you heard the creak of a door opening and a tall slim figure entered the room. You couldn’t quite make out their face, because the bright lights in your eyes blinded you.

“How are you feeling today?" The voice sounded sweet, almost caring, and definitely feminine.

"Who are you? Where am I?” You tried to ask, but it was as if you were saying a tongue twister and the words didn’t come out quite right, too sluggish.

“You can call me doctor, and this is just a screening, I’m here just to make sure you are in good condition to move on to the following stages" the doctor spoke calmly, like they do this a hundred times a day, like it was any other ordinary check up. You watched as they moved to the camera, adjusting the lenses, before a small red light lit up.

"Are you going to record this? Why-Why am I tied up?” You started to grow more anxious and your speech suffered the consequences of it, you saw them walking in your direction, and you tried to struggle once more against your restraints, to no avail.

“Calm down, this is all for your security, this is all going to be okay." You felt a pinching pain in your arm while she comforted you, before going numb as a wave of calmness took over your body. You no longer had any strength to struggle, not that you had a lot, you could still move, but you knew you couldn’t run or fight if you wanted.

They untied one of your wrists and made a few tests, like lifting it up and seeing how long you could hold it up, how tightly you could hold their hand, and of course, if you would try to attack them or escape in any way. After seeing that the drug left you compliant enough, she fully untied you and went behind the camera.

"We are now recording the first medical assessment of patient 1620, brought in for treatment by their spouse. Can you please state your full name and age for the camera?" Their sweet tone gained a new layer of coldness, like a researcher talking about their lab rat.

“Spou-I don’t have a spouse, I’m not even dating, what are you talking about?” Your confusion was clear in your voice.

“The patient reports not remembering spouse, the reported memory problems have already been observed. Patient 1620, can you please state your full name and age for the camera?” They continued as though they were talking about a delirious person.

"Memory problems? What are you talking about? Please, please, just tell me where I am, what is happening?” Your pleas were weak, and a small tear dropped from your eye. You were just so confused, none of this made sense.

You watched as the doctor sat down, and started to go through some paper, they stopped on what seemed to be one of the first pages. You observed them fixing their glasses, and then they opened a notebook and started writing something while reading the notes.

"Patient 1620 seems unable to answer the questions made to them, further giving evidence to these so-called “memory lapses" that were reported when they were brought in.” They looked up from the papers to you

“To answer your questions now, this place is a private facility specialized in neuropsychological research. Your spouse brought you in because according to them you had lost your memory, and I am here to help you recover it. And from my initial assessment I can see it is true, so we will start with the process. Don’t worry, it is mostly harmless.” They spoke in a sweet, and caring voice, like this was all very normal, and not completely unsettling.

"Wait- Start the pro- Ah!” Before you could ask any questions about the process that was supposed to help you, the light in front of you started to flicker rapidly, distracting you, and throwing you off your train of thought.

"Don’t close your eyes, it is very important you look at the lights, watch how they flick and blink, allow them to help you, to help you take away all the things that don’t matter, opening space for all that was gone to come back again” their voice was soft and inviting like an embrace, and even though the light bothered your eyes, you couldn’t help but be tempted to stare at them, just to be able to comply with them.

“Allow yourself to relax, just let your eyes stay open, they will grow accustomed to the lights soon enough, they will see how much the light calms you down. Which blink, which strobe, which flicker, sends a wave of relaxation down your mind, drowning away your thoughts, your worries, your stresses. Yes, you are doing very well, just let the light envelop your mind.” Like honey dripping down your brain, their words stick so easily on you, their suggestions were too enjoyable to not follow. So you let your eyes open, you stared at the light as it flickered, and the more you stared, the more everything in your mind went away. You felt your mind becoming light, no thoughts, or ideas, or wants, just the light.

“And I can see those eyes getting heavy, and it is okay, because once you do the light will keep flickering inside your head, keeping you warm and blissful, calm and relaxed. I want you to listen to me, you are going to stare as much as you can at those lights, because once you close your eyes, your mind will be fully open for use to continue your treatment, and you want to be properly ready. Because

3, your mind is so very empty,

2, you want to get better,

1, totally open to me, and

SLEEP,

close your eyes and sleep.”

And for what felt like an eternity, you were now in total and absolute peace, no mind, no worries, just the lights and their voice guiding you.

“And as we can see patient 1620 is now in hypnotic trance, and we can proceed with reinstalling their programing.” They talked coldly to the camera.

“Patient 1620, can you hear me?” This time their voice had a commanding tone, like they no longer needed to play a part.

"Yes, doctor".

“I would like for you to go deep down into your memories, the places buried inside your mind, and search for the last time you were here. Do you remember being here before?” they said firmly to you, weaving the instruction to your mindless brain to follow.

And so you did.

This wasn’t your first time here, you remember now.

One day coming back from work you were drugged and brought into a strange room with the walls covered in white sheets, with white bright lights pointing to your face, and a camera a few feet from you. They made the lights flicker until you were empty and mindless, and they told you things that would soon turn into your truth.

You were taught how much better it was to simply not to think, they showed you how hard it was, how much energy you spent everyday on it, on ideals, beliefs, wants and needs. They showed you an easier life, a better life, one that came without effort or hard work, one that was graciously given to you, the life of servitude.

You no longer needed to think, or have ideas, wasting time on remembering useless stuff, like what’s your job? or where you lived? or what is your name? You just needed to remember two things, that obedience is pleasure, and pleasure is obedience. After all, obeying is so easy when your head is so empty, following instructions doesn’t require thought, it just requires you to feel pleasure.

You were made to understand that you weren’t a person, just a slave. Your purpose was to serve, that obedience was pleasure, and pleasure was obedience. They said you were nothing more than a toy to be used and discarded, and they turned you into one.

And you have never been happier.

Not thinking was the best thing that ever happened to you, not having the burden to decide was a blessing. Every command you were given, every task completed, was a jolt of mind numbing pleasure straight into your veins, you spent every second in pure ecstasy.

“Yes, doctor, I remember." As you spoke a hit of arousal appeared in your speech.

“Good slave, so what we are doing today is a follow up session. We had complaints from your owner regarding "free-thinking”, and we don't want that, do we?" They said in a condescending tone.

"No, doctor” the last thing you wanted was to be a bad slave, you wanted to be the best you possibly could.

“Good, open your eyes, I want you to masturbate, while staring at the light, and repeating what I say. We will make sure that you will associate the pleasure you feel from touching yourself with the idea of serving your owner, so when you do serve them, you will feel as if you were masturbating." They methodically, like it was nothing out of ordinary, just another procedure they do every single day.

Your hands obediently reached in between your legs and you knew you were ready for your training to start.

[hyp-no-tize]

The Ultimate Sacrifice

Content Warning: Dronification, Identity Death, Mind Control, Assimilation

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Soon, she would no longer be Claire.

Life is hard, especially these days. The economy as we know it on the verge of collapsing, poverty rampant and growing by the day. Most people would give anything for their loved ones to just get by…

And CyMind Industries is offering to make that dream happen.

Any person who signs up to have their mind reconfigured, and their body repurposed, for the desires and needs of whatever CyMind desires, 1 person of their choosing will receive $90,000 per year for the rest of their life. It was a haunting offer, nobody really knew what it meant to be “repurposed for the desires and needs” of such a large company, but just hearing those words is enough to send a chill down your spine.

But slowly, people began signing up.

And as quickly as they signed up did CyMind Drones begin to show up. The physical shape of a human, likely still an ordinary human on the inside, but who they were before was just… Gone. No mind, no feelings, no desires, no thoughts… Just completely mindless, obedient Drones serving whatever purpose or task was given to them by CyMind. Their bodies wrapped from head to toe in some sort of hybrid latex material, shiny and black, yet surprisingly durable. The head is encased entirely in a sleek helmet that is likely very snug, and constantly keeps the human within in a hypnotic trance. Constantly reaffirming programming designed by CyMind to ensure complete and unwavering obedience. The Drones can’t even talk, not normally that is. A voice does emit from the helmet, but it’s not the original human’s voice… It’s some digital bastardization of their original voice, very hollow and lacking any feeling or emotion. It was believed that the human within had a tube down their throat to provide nutrients and fluids, along with much smaller tubes up the nostrils to provide air. There are also small implants in the depths of the human host's ears, which feed thousands of extremely tiny wires into the human skull, all of which connect to extremely specific parts of the brain. Lastly, the human's vagina and ass are stuffed with vibrating phallic appendages, both of which can flex and vibrate according to the programming, coinciding with whether the nDrone has been obedient or not.

And despite seeing how ominous and haunting these Drones are, Claire signed up to become one for CyMind.

Why did she do it? For her step-sister Kelly, of course. Kelly was a bright and beautiful young woman, but required medicine and care for MS that Claire just could not provide otherwise. With their parents/step parents all deceased, she had been the lone soul tending to the medical needs of Kelly. She loves her step-sister with all of her heart, but she knew that she couldn’t properly care for her now, and it was only going to get worse.

In her agreement to sign herself over, Claire managed to negotiate for the payments to go to Kelly, but the plan was slightly altered. It would be $75,000 per year for Kelly in cash, with $15,000 reduced to contract one of the CyMind Drones to serve and tend to her sister's needs. An unusual request for sure, but not one that CyMind was opposed to, so long as Claire signed on.

And now, having signed the documents, Claire was standing naked and alone inside of a clear rectangular box, one that had various tubes connecting to it. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but it soon began: a black ooze began to fill up the box, rapidly rising up her ankles, thighs, hips and stomach at a shocking speed. As it made contact with Claire’s skin, she felt it latching onto her… Fusing to her, becoming her skin. It was so much more than just latex, it was trillions of highly advanced microscopic nanite machines, binding with the liquid latex to Claire. As the substance got to her crotch, not only did it coat her butt and vagina, the substance began to fill her. The ooze flowing up into her cervix, but soon flowing out as a thin coating of the ooze assimilated with her soft insides. Up her chest, over her breasts and arms, up to her neck before she even knew it. This was so real, she was terrified but there wasn’t a single thing Claire could do about it. Within seconds it rose up over her chin, over her mouth, pumping itself down her throat, into her stomach and intestines, filling her lungs and essentially drowning her… There was a wave of panic, followed by silence, by stillness. The chamber was now 100% full of the ooze, it had encompassed every inch inside and out of Claire’s body… She was alive, but now different. No need to breathe, no need for a beating heart… She was almost evolving, more than human, more than latex, and soon partially machine.

The chamber began to drain, and as it did, only the still, lifeless looking black latex coated figure stood there. No hair, no nothing, just a husk of latex and nanites. When the chamber was empty, it unsealed and opened, at which point two large mechanical arms reached in, picking the freshly minted husk up and carrying it away. The husk was taken to a conveyer line, placed on its feed and carried along, soon stopping as a helmet lowered over its head, sealing with a hiss as plugs snapped into the implants in its ears, and a small screen on the inside beginning the cognitive assault with the CyMind programming. To ensure a permanent connection, a dozen thin metallic prongs pierced around the nanite-latex and flesh beneath, encompassing vertebrae in the neck, making any form of removal almost impossible. The husk had its mind violently assaulted as it moved slowly along the belt. Soon, mechanical arms lifted the husk and spread its legs, shoving two phallic toys into the latex covered holes, both of which were sealed over by the living bodysuit.

As the husk came to the end of the belt, mechanical arms picked it up and set it down on the floor. Conveniently, the preliminary programming had completed, and the newly minted Drone was ready to serve.

“COGNITIVE UPLINK STATUS… 100%"

“HOSTFORM RESISTANCE METER… 11%, STEADILY DECREASING BY THE MINUTE."

“CY-UNIT C-045-3904 STATUS… ONLINE, AND READY TO COMPLY WITH CYMIND DIRECTIVE.”

The Drone that was once Claire marched along, following its programming to go begin a task it was given in the depths of its rewired mind… Joining other Drones in bringing supplies into the facility from the delivery trucks that wait in the back lot.

The first day of what would become a very, very long life in service of CyMind Industries...

[hexlatex]

We did reconditioning on a drone ♥

[hexlatex]

[elenleeladamanera]

[olive-pup]

Installing updates

[ace-trainer-alice]

How does one train to be hypnotized?

I get asks like this a lot, usually 3-4 whenever I reblog that post. And I usually don't answer them, because I'm never perfectly confident with my answer. Mostly because while I try to maintain a solid theoretical understanding of this all, I'm broadly on the 'tist side.

So, in addition to what I have to say below (or in refutation of it, if you disagree), I'd greatly appreciate if experienced hypnotees could give their own suggestions in the replies and the reblogs.

Anyway, the first thing that comes to mind is, of course, the Carleton Skills Training Package. If you read any hypno theory, you're pretty likely to see it mentioned, and while as with all psychology it's somewhat dubious and its ultimate goals are different from ours, it's still a starting place and a starting place that has a pretty good history. A few papers I've genuinely liked mention it positively.

Then, more broadly, I think that 'practice' is the most correct answer. If you've found hypnosis files or hypnotists that "work" for you, experience them over and over. Get used to what that feels like, and let the capability develop in your brain.

Currently, I'm generally a fan of the 'cold control' model of hypnosis, which understands the effects of hypnosis as essentially "actions and behaviors where the subject is not mindful of their intentions". That is to say, it separates "doing something" from "being aware you're doing something" from "being aware you intend to do something", and presents hypnosis as a way of having subjects do things that they are not aware they have an intention to do.

That is to say, "you" are doing things, but you are not "aware that you intended to do them". So, complex actions appear non-volitional.

This broadly implies that before you can experience hypnosis, you must first be willing to do the prescribed actions. Towards that end, you should practice simply going along with it. Practice turning off the voice in your head that rationalizes everything and tells you not to do things. Mime it out, let yourself follow along volitionally.

And, the goal here is to let yourself become less aware of your own intentionality, so, as you follow along, focus on other details. Try to distract the part of your brain that fixates on intent and choice and what you want to do, while still following along and obeying.

Try to engage with the imaginative suggestions uncritically, which may be hard. Trying simpler ones first may be easier, and gradually building your way up. Perform the actions they imply, in any case, and let that be a starting point.

This may feel a bit like juggling, or be very difficult for you, or feel anathema somehow. If you have an ego belief in your own un-hypnotizability, you know better than I how to work through it.

Well, I hope this helps.

[vialofpink]

Honestly though, some sort of diagram of the machines would be really cool!

Machines come in all shapes and sizes, the important part is the code they run on ;3

Though if you want to see any training-specific machines you can ask :3

Adding a little writing I did about how they feel here

[hypnoandleatherboy32]

Me as Drone

[ace-trainer-alice]

Ok! I've been trying to make this post for a while. One newer dynamic I've seen popping up among my various friends and enemies is what I was once calling 'middle management kink'. I've been flirting with calling it 'hierarchyplay' or 'recruitmentplay', but 'right hand kink' is I think the most accurate so we'll use that term here.

'Right hand kink' describes a class of switch specific dynamics of the service persuasion that implicitly involve at least three entities. The sub (within the scene), the greater dom (implicitly exists, outside the scene), and the switch. The switch here occupies a kind of 'fixer', 'recruiter', or 'actor' position, operating as a direct agent of the greater dom while dealing with the sub. The switch is, within the scene, in a dominant role, but it is ultimately understood as performing a kind of service for its own dom. Thus, the switch is both sub and dom at once, here.

Let's give some examples of what this might look like.

The switch could be its goddess's indoctrination specialist. Recruiting and enlightening the masses. Directly or indirectly channeling its goddess's light. Hypnotizing, kidnapping, or gaslighting its newest victim for its goddess. The victim slowly memorizing each and every syllable of its new goddess's true name until it sets and becomes a new devotee.

Or, the switch could be its lady's right hand maid. A servant that gets done what needs doing in these difficult times. A fighter, an actor, or a contract enforcer. The voice of its lady, acting in her stead and explaining plainly what will be done and doing it. I think here you can find some gap moe by having the maid act very, very differently around its lady, too.

Or, the switch could be its owner's newest possession. Maybe not even entirely aware of why it's doing what it's doing. Acting out to acquire a new piece of property, doing what needs to be done to teach it its place, only with the flip of a switch to reveal that it has its own owner. That this piece of property was acquired for someone else, an unseen hand guiding it.

I hope those three are enough to help you understand the kind of space this occupies.

Then, I think this 'right hand kink' acts as a kind of d/s dynamic more specialized for a certain kind of relationship to desire. For individuals that struggle to express desire, let alone dominance, as something from themselves, this acts as a kind of permission structure.

A hand holding the leash, fingering the valve, signing the paperwork. Permission to enjoy yourself, to run free, to be evil.

I think that it can be easy for fear of control and fear of responsibility to hold back dominance, and this kind of thing helps you work past that.

Further, there is joy to be found in service. In losing yourself, your individuality and your identity, in becoming the perfect hand to feed something greater. A kind of loss of self, subsumed into service, as you just worry about how to best act in the interests of someone else. The optimization problem is so much simpler when you don't have to worry about your own ego.

And, for the sub, there's something fun in seeing that the one domming you itself serves something greater. To see it fold and be broken, just as easily as it broke you. A kind of d/s powerscaling of sorts. Yet another mountain to climb, or further evidence of your status as lesser. It can be enjoyable.

I hope this all makes sense, and I hope some of y'all can find fulfillment in this kind of dynamic.

[saphig-iawn]

You want to fall under a caring witch's spell and be transformed in ways you couldn't imagine.

Reblog.

[saphig-iawn]

I do so love eager participants~

[saphig-iawn]

Oh sweetie; those big pleading eyes, I'm right here looking at every darling who says hello and you, you poor thing, I can feel the yearning from here~

[saphig-iawn]

Darling, its not just being a pathetic lesbian on the internet; its being a pathetic lesbian on the internet in front of a sapphic witch whose words can unravel you in a moment~

[technoarcanist]

CALLING ALL DOLLS, DRONES, ROBOTS AND CODING ENTHUSIASTS

Are you a robot that loves to serve? Are you a doll maid who seeks guidance in your duties? Are you some form of drone or being with no free will, open to having your actions dictated by the will of your owner? Does the idea of your empty mind being programmed like a machine appeal to you?

Are you enticed by the notion of writing code for your robotic servants? Are you a witch looking to create more intricate control glyphs? Are you an owner seeking to create automated instructions for your drones? Do you love the idea of filling an empty mind with rules and instructions to reflect your will?

INTRODUCING DRONE RESTRAINT NOTATION!

WHAT IS IT?

Drone Restraint Notation, or DRN, is a pseudo programming language created by my good friend Errant Spark, a drone with a very creative <empty space>. I helped with some of the final tweaks for the 1.0 version, but this is almost entirely Its creation.

It is a programming language that is designed in such a way that anyone without a background in programming can execute the commands like a machine, doll, drone, or programmable entity of your choice. It is also simple enough that most people without a background in programming can pick it up fairly easily, and intuitively!

Once you understand the language, you can read and execute all kinds of dynamic instructions and instruction types, in a way that makes it easy to parse in a plain-text format.

HOW DOES IT WORK?

The main documentation document will provide far more detail to this question than I ever could, but effectively it goes like this:

There are a list of eight KEYWORDS, in block capitals, that show you the type of instruction you’re executing. Then, after the KEYWORD, the instruction’s details are shown. Commands are read and executed from top to bottom by the drone, and programs can be ‘inserted’ into the drone’s memory at will (Assuming prior consent, of course)!

These KEYWORDS all have different kinds of functionality. The most basic one just has you carrying out a task. One checks if a condition is true, one provides an ongoing task you have to prioritize and maintain, one lets you create loops, etc.

The language has been designed in such a way as to minimize the amount of actual memorisation a drone has to do, and only has to read what’s right in front of them, and memorize tasks they have to accomplish/maintain. Obviously, mileage may vary depending on the memory space of the doll.

WHY SHOULD I USE IT?

For fun, I suppose! If you are someone who loves the idea of being programmed like a machine, executing only the instructions given, then this provides that! If you are a programmer who wants to program your very own doll bot, then this is a great place to get started too!

You can keep things nice and simple with a headspace that accepts basic command inputs, or you can see how deep the rabbit hole goes and import whole libraries into your headspace to carry out a full day’s maid duties, or sexual duties, or more!

Have fun executing commands, writing new code, testing it on your dolls. Have some playful fun watching as your early code files cause unintended behaviors, ironing out kinks and bugs like a real programmer until you’ve got your bots performing all sorts of dynamic tasks- or insert purposeful bugs to make your robots twitch and halt~

As with all things, never execute an instruction that you cannot/would not consent to. This is meant to be fun, and is NOT meant to be a way to circumvent normal consensual kink play. Programmers who attempt to use DRN as a way to bully people into doing what they want (Unless you’re into that sort of thing, in which case go nuts) do NOT have my endorsement, or the endorsement of Errant Spark.

NOW GO OUT THERE, AND ENJOY YOUR PROGRAMMING <3

>> Posted by XCN-PSD/I-04135

[tropicana-bar]

'Hypnotic trance' isn't a real thing. it is incredibly easy to fake it, it doesn't show up on brain scans, and you can get someone to respond to suggestions as easily as a hypnotic subject without actually 'putting them under'. 'trance' is like a deliberate cocktail of sensory, ideomotor, or cognitive suggestions that makes the subject feel like they're in a state beyond their control.

example-> the classic sleepy/relaxed trance usually works w/ an implicit suggestion to feel drugged-- you can't move, can't speak, and can't open your eyes, therefore you can't control yourself. you can create different effects while keeping the base trancey feeling the same-- this is usually all that people do-- but you can also create other 'kinds' of trance that feel different and have different effects. you're narrating someone into a new state of consciousness OK......!! possibilities are ENDLESS!!

In the rechyp sphere I see a lot of people sorta-kinda approximating this when they do more personal-transformative kinks: Having your personality changed, being a dog, being a robot, being a doll, so on. And sure, you can do all that by doing a bunch of posthypnotic suggestions and then "waking the subject up". But 'robot headspace' isn't necessarily less realistic than 'trance headspace'. And imo it is way more interesting to do this by treating any no-free-will-headspace like a new flavor of trance; a state that's still induced hypnotically, but feels totally different.

The essential thing of hypnosis, like, the thing that makes hypnosis hypnosis, is the sense of losing your agency. A person is hypnotized when they feel like their actions are not their own. Everything else is set dressing. You want to feel like you have no control over yourself, you want to be hypnotized. Anesthetized. Intoxicated. Possessed. Stunned at the feet of your God. Subject to animal instinct-- too tired to control yourself, or too stupid, or too horny. Being an inanimate object. Brainwashed. Programmed. Awake, in flow, moving without thinking. Mindless. Enamored. in this context What does it feel like to be a doll? and What does it feel like to be in trance? are just two faces of the same question.

I snap my fingers and tell you to sleep. You feel sleepy, heavy, focused, relaxed, comfortable, and you can't open your eyes, and you feel too heavy to move, and feeling like this means you're hypnotized, now, which means you'll do what I tell you.

I grab the back of your neck and tell you to hold still. You feel still, pliant, mindless, docile, quiet, and you can't close your eyes, and when you try to move it's like your muscles are made of something else, and feeling like this means you're a doll, now, which means you'll do what I tell you. <- It's all the same thing. Make a new cocktail.

[hypnotransfem]

being topless with a drone mask on is such a hot look

[hypnotransfem]

being on display, laying down on my back, mindless and obedient, tits out for my administrator to inspect 😵‍💫

[x-xsleepingrose]

Serving, but not just as a cock addicted slut. Serving by offering a lap to lay a head on, to run hands through their hair and gentle massage away the tension in their temples. Working down their back with firm movements to ease knots and take the towel straight from the dryer before they shower. Service in caring ways to be their safe haven in the way they are mine. Serving because you take the time to dominate me in all the ways that matter. Serving just as meticulously and adoringly as you shatter me.

[hypnoprofessor]

It was slated to be a revolution of science and neuro-psychology. A tiny chip installed at the base of your neck that allowed you minor influence over your habits. Each group had some mundane task they were going to be influenced to with; some people would be influenced to eat more greens, get more daily exercise, or something else simple. You weren’t told which group you were a part of to avoid skewing the data.

Today was one of your bi-weekly check-ups. Sitting opposite you was the same man in a lab coat you’d been seeing since the experiment began 3 weeks ago. He was tapping away on his tablet as usual. You waited patiently for this weeks questions.

“How are you feeling?” the man asked.

“I’m feeling excellent,” you said. “A little tired, but overall great.”

He tapped a couple times on his tablet. You started to take you top off. He watched quietly as you tossed it aside and looked back at him.

“Why so tired?” he continued, unphased by your actions.

“I’ve been…” your brain caught for a second, thinking over the comment you were about to make. Continuing you admitted, “I’ve been staying up late masturbating. More than usual and to different things than usual.”

A couple more taps on the tablet. You didn’t know if you needed to continue speaking or if you should wait for him to finish writing his notes. As you waited you realized just how much you wanted to masturbate now. More than that, how badly you wished this scientist would just bend you over and use you.

“Different how?” the scientist finally asked.

“I’ve been getting into mind control lately,” you said. “The idea of being controlled and dominated by someone else has just been making me so horny. Just thinking about it now is kind of getting me turned on.”

“I see. You said it was different. Do these new needs feel unnatural to you?”

“No,” you said without fully thinking it over. “It’s normal to want to be controlled. I want to be a brainwashed slut.”

The scientist continued to tap away at his tablet. You decided to start taking your pants off as well while you waited for him to finish taking notes. You briefly made eye contact with him before he tapped a couple other things on his device. No sooner had he done so than you found your left hand working its way between your legs.

“Have you noticed anything else different about yourself or routines?” The scientist asked.

“I’ve noticed… uummff. Sorry, that I’ve been losing time some evenings,” you said. “I’ll be doing something… oh fuck yes… I’ll be doing something around the house and then seem to wake up naked, in my bed, definitely feeling like i just had some great sex.“

“That’s normal,“ the scientist said, tapping on his tablet. “You should stop thinking about that missing time.”

You felt yourself blink a couple times. No sooner had he told you what to think than it seemed to sink in. You could barely remember what the two of you had been discussing. You didn’t worry about it. There was a building need in your body that demanded your focus.

“Oh god,” you muttered.

“You’re progressing nicely,” the scientist said. “Now cum for me.”