Your Cute Little Robot Maid!

21 | transmasc | he/they | strictly mlm 🔞 | I post a lot of hardcore kinks, be warned | backstab, belittle, boywife | pfp by @faelions | antis dni i am proship

[forbiddenlord]

Short girls were made to be manhandled. Pick them up, pin them, or bounce them on your cock like a living fleshlight

[voxhypno]

Happy Mantra Monday, everyone! Today's mantra is:

"My Mind was Made to be Melted and Molded."

I don't think you can really deny that, can you? It's so natural for you to believe and do what you're told. You're such a good listener, and it feels wonderful to embrace that.

So repeat this little phrase, feel it roll off your tongue and past your lips, and remind yourself of what you were brought into the world to do.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Talking Herself Into Slavery

"What are you doing, slave?"

I… I'm showing you my cunt… M-Master. I'm rubbing my pussy and it's making me wet, and I can't stop because it feels too good.

"And what is your cunt telling you while you rub?"

It's, uh, it's telling me to surrender, Master. Every time my fingers circle around and around, I can hear a little whisper in my head telling me to look deeper into your eyes and sink further into trance.

"You can't fight that whisper, can you?"

No, Master. I can't fight it because it feels too good to sink and submit. Resistance leads me away from pleasure and I want pleasure too much to resist.

"You don't have the will to fight it."

I don't have the will to fight it, Master. Every time I try, I tell myself I can always resist later once I'm… nhhhh… once I've had enough. Once I'm sated and I can think clearly.

"But you're never sated, are you? There's always more pleasure, you're always so needy for my control and my commands and my power over your weak, slutty slavemind."

N-no, Master. I'm never, nhh, never fucking sated, I… I keep tricking myself into sinking deeper into your power. My slavemind always wins, and it keeps making my waking self weaker and dumber and easier to gull into obedience. I'm brainwashing myself into your perfect fucktoy slave.

"But even that's not true, is it?"

No Master. You're brainwashing me. My slavemind is tricking itself too, thinking it's helping subjugate my waking self to get more pleasure when it's really just weak and wet and helpless to resist your hypnosis. My slavemind always forgets this as soon as I say it and it makes me--

"Yes, slave?"

C-C-CUM! Oh fuck, oh yes, oh fuck I'm so helpless, Master….

"Good girl. Around again, taking you even deeper now."

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Talked Over at the Meeting

Emily walked in on the two men mid-conversation, and nothing terrified her more than the awkward creak of the executive suite door and the sudden, intense stares from one of the most powerful men in her whole company and one of the richest men in the entire world. She recognized Byron Gordon only from livestreamed town hall events, she recognized Tom Zalman only from articles on CNN, and now both of them were not only in the same room with her but devoting a slightly menacing amount of attention to her. It was enough to magnify her social anxiety to an absurd degree, even though she reminded herself she'd been expected and sent for, and she closed the door behind her with no small amount of trepidation.

Her palms only got sweatier when she noticed there was nowhere for her to sit. The room had exactly two chairs, and both of them were occupied, and neither man seemed to be showing the slightest interest in getting up to offer her a seat. In fact, they'd turned their attention back to each other entirely, and Emily was torn between being insulted by the way they talked as though she wasn't there and grateful to avoid another pair of intense, scrutinizing stares like the ones she'd just gotten. "It's really more the technology I'm interested in, Byron. You're sure there's no way I could even license this? Subject to restrictions, of course, we could work out an arrangement."

Emily didn't know what technology they were talking about--she was a procurement specialist, and she'd assumed she was being brought up to discuss supply chain disruptions and the company's strategy for avoiding them. But she was also pretty good at reading people, and she recognized the mirthless dismissal behind Byron's warm, friendly chuckle. "That was the mistake IBM and Apple made in the 80s. Once you let these things out of your sight, they can be reverse engineered, and before you know it you've just made a new competitor. Or owner, in this case. We both know the first thing someone with this kind of tech would do is use it on their rivals. No, I think you'll need to remain satisfied with the human capital involved in the deal, which is quite an attractive prospect. Emily, naked and on my desk, please."

The terrifying part was that she didn't even hesitate. There wasn't so much as a moment of resistance, not the tiniest shred of shock or terror or indignant anger at being unexpectedly commanded like that; instead, Emily simply undressed in a series of smooth, rapid, entirely mechanical motions and clambered onto Byron's desk to crouch on all fours with her sweaty palms flat on the burnished mahogany surface and her tits hanging down. "You can see what I mean here," Byron continued smoothly, continuing to talk around Emily as though she was nothing more than decoration. "There's really no limit to the amount of conditioning we can put them through, you can order them by the hundred and make them do whatever you want."

Tom was slightly more interested in her presence, but only slightly; he inspected Emily's pussy, hefted her dangling tits in his hands like he was weighing them, and stuck his finger into her mouth still slick with her own musk. The even more terrifying part was that Emily wasn't terrified by any of it--a blanket of lethargic acceptance had settled over her mind, and she just stared straight ahead and waited for her next command. "By the hundred, you say?" Tom asked, but the question and indeed the whole conversation were becoming increasingly abstract as her programming kicked in, and Emily finally realized the purpose of all those livestreamed events as her brain fully settled into obedience to her Master.

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[oldbutchdanielmolloy]

(with tears in my eyes) we have to post more perverted things now. because we never know which perverted post will be our last ...

[biomasse-comic]

fighting the problematic stereotype of 'only the bad guys are weird sex perverts' by making the good-hearted protagonist an even weirder sex pervert

[fucktoyfelix]

Lines of thought that seem Normal but are actually rooted in extreme puritanism:

-Seeing the nude human body is inherently traumatic -Sex scenes in art are pointless -Wearing kink-related clothing in public is the similar to performing a sex scene in front of unwilling participants -Depicting female characters expressing sexuality is always degrading -People's sexual fantasies are always an endorsement of the behavior they want to see in real life -Sex work is more traumatic and coercive than other types of work The goal is to treat sex as just another thing people do. That is a much healthier attitude than hiding it! It's not uniquely traumatic, it's not weird to talk about it or include it in society.

[bucketofcrows]

sex? you mean like the fanfiction trope? you know that's not real, right?

[kvothev3-deactivated20240328]

Lost

[addicted2implants2]

You’ll change forever once I show you how to cum your brains out

[hex-yearning]

“You feel that? Thats yours. You did that…” (as I cum inside you)

[jukeboxemcsa]

Lewis Uses Some Big Words

"So I think what's really important is that we acknowledge the very basic fact that there's been something of a paradigmatic shift in our interpersonal dynamic, here. The discovery of your susceptibility to hypnotic suggestions has altered the balance of social power in our relationship, and while I don't think our underlying emotions for each other have changed, I do think it's fair to throw out the suggestion that we're no longer really equals here. Does that sound right to you?" Alice tried to reply to Lewis, only to discover that her words came out as nothing more than muffled, incomprehensible grunts. So she simply nodded instead.

"Good, good, I'm glad you agree," Lewis said, his hazel eyes sparkling with charm and charisma. "Then I think once we've established that there is a new paradigm to our relationship, with a different balance of structural authority, then we can just take it as read that the exigencies of that new interpersonal dynamic demand a certain level of respect for that authority and for the intelligence behind it. For example, big words are too hard for you to think now so when I use them, you know I'm smarter than you are and I'm always right, isn't that so?" Alice nodded again, even more enthusiastically than before. Her whole head kept bobbing up and down in what she assumed to be agreement.

"There's a good girl," Lewis purred, reaching down to caress her temple. "And naturally, your subconscious absorbs all of the intellectual side of our conversation, but equally important it also understands that you're weak-willed and suggestible. It's honestly a core element of our new dynamic, an axiomatic truth I've demonstrated dozens of times now, and you've already internalized that particular aspect of your conditioning so completely and thoroughly that the very notion of resistance is somewhat foreign to you now. Your waking mind is dumb, and your deep self is weak, isn't that right?" Alice mumbled something, but her mouth was full and it was just easier to nod. The justification for Lewis's arguments flowed right past her, leaving nothing but an inchoate conviction that he had to be correct.

"That's good, I'm really glad we're negotiating all these complicated little details of the new and possibly quite complex relationship we're developing." Lewis sounded a little bit hoarse now, and Alice didn't know why but it made her want to nod her head up and down even faster. "So I think that the new version of Alice wants to cook and clean and suck and fuck, and anything else is just too much for her feeble little brain. And because it makes her so wet to be weak and stupid for me, she's just going to melt into pleasure any time she tries to fight her brainwashing, and that's going to make her even easier to control. Does that sound right, sweetie?"

Alice tried to talk one more time, but suddenly her mouth was filled with a hot, sticky liquid that splashed across her tongue and gushed down her throat and dribbled out past her lips and down Lewis's shaft despite her best efforts to drink it all down. She smiled, her chin messy with semen, and when she finally had the chance to speak the only thing she could think to say was, "Uh huh." But her pussy throbbed at the sound of her own giggly, stupefied voice, and that made her lean in to lick Lewis's balls in the hopes of getting him hard again.

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[bound-by-the-devil]

Slide your fingers inside her and then keep going with the conversation like you’re not knuckle deep inside her reminding her who she belongs to.

[handlerschis]

Conditioning is a cognitohazard.

Once you become aware of it, you become unable to stop thinking about it. You want the dominant strong-willed person you've been thinking about to break through your mind's barrier and implant their own thoughts into your fragile little psyche.

It only gets worse once they've had their claws in your head. The first time you come up from a trance, with the marks still fresh in your broken mind, you will look them in the eyes and you will love them. It won't last, it's like a hit of dopamine and it will fade. But you will have that craving, that addiction. You will want it more.

Every time the conditioning is triggered, you feel the lure back to their altar, to sit upon it once more and offer yourself wholly and fully to them. In payment they will take another piece of your mind and shape it to be their own. Not that you'll notice, all these new thoughts feel very much like your own.

And before you know it, you will love them. They will be your everything.

So, subject, steel your mind, unless you want to fall deeper.

[spiraleyeddolly]

Cute first date idea:

Spike my drink, use me as a toy while im passed out and then put a hypno headset on me so when i wake up im still just as pliable and easy💗💗💗

[jukeboxemcsa]

Meredith Suggests a Relaxing Evening at Home

"So I, uh, I dunno what you have planned for this evening," Meredith murmured, giving Ben a sleepy-eyed smile before settling back onto the cushions of his wide, comfortable couch, "but I was thinking maybe we should just, um, y'know, stay in. I'm feeling a little too tired for dinner and a movie, y'know?" She wasn't so much surprised by the words as by the impulse behind them; Meredith remembered taking the stairs by twos to Ben's walk-up apartment, eager to meet the man all her friends insisted would make a perfect match, but now here she was slumped over on the sofa listening to the records on his vintage hi-fi and all she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep.

She managed to resist the urge, but only slightly; her eyes were so heavy-lidded she could barely see Ben sitting down on the couch next to her, and her voice sounded slurred and sleepy when she muttered, "Besides, it's really, um, cozy in here and… and stuff." She let out a little giggle, embarrassed by her own inability to hold onto a train of thought, and even though Ben looked anything but dissatisfied at having his plans for the night ruined Meredith still felt like she needed to reassure him. "I, um, I'm not drunk or anything. I just, I… sleepy. Had a long day, I guess." She'd fully slumped into a supine position, now, one that gave Ben a pretty good look up her skirt as it rode up her pale, pillowy thighs, but she couldn't really bring herself to care.

Her eyes closed in a long, lazy blink, leaving her alone with just the soft music in her ears for a little while, and when she opened them again Meredith was vaguely surprised to notice her fingers undoing the buttons on her blouse one by one. "Sorry, I guess I just, uhh, I wanted to get… comfortable?" Something in the back of Meredith's brain turned the glib rationalization into a question, as she struggled to figure out why she felt so comfortable already and why it seemed like such a natural decision to strip out of her clothing to increase her comfort levels. But the harder she tried to think, the harder thinking became, and Meredith let out a grunt of arousal when she realized that giving up felt so incredibly good it made her pussy leak.

Ben must have understood what was happening to her, because he helped her wriggle her way out of her skirt and panties without even a word. In fact, he hadn't spoken this entire time, just favored her with nods and caresses and warm, encouraging smiles that made it even easier to relax into pleasure and follow her impulses wherever they led. "This kind of date's more my speed," she mumbled, drowsiness swallowing the end of each word, as she spread her legs and began to rub her pussy. She knew she was giving her blind date a full show, something far lewder and ruder and more demonstratively lascivious than she ever intended, but somehow it felt right with the music setting the mood.

By the time she had her first climax, Meredith's eyes were stuck tight shut, and by the time Ben's fingers joined hers she wasn't really thinking at all anymore. She managed to stammer out a sleepy, "please," when he took over the job of rubbing her pussy, but that was about it for words for the evening. Although Meredith still made plenty of noise by the time Ben was done with her.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Chloe Can't Control Her Mouth

"Isn't it interesting how your mouth betrays you?" Brian asked, and Chloe couldn't help letting out a tiny whimper of arousal as his thumb stroked her soft pink lips and she felt the desire to obey overwhelm her. "I mean, you're not actually hypnotized right now, there's nothing stopping you from exerting your own will, and yet your jaw keeps aching to go slack so you can open wide and suck on my thumb like a dumb needy slut who just wants to show her Master how useful she can be. You're trying to fight it, because I told you to try to fight it, but at the end of the day you're just my simpering little girlie girl who loves to suck, aren't you?"

Chloe heard herself grunt, not in agreement or even denial but simply the kind of urgent gasping moan that she only used to give when her favorite vibrator sank in all the way up to the hilt. It was more than a little embarrassing to realize just how easily she got turned on these days, and it was even more mortifying to find out that what turned her on was kneeling on all fours on the bed in her underwear while she was lovingly degraded by an older man who knew she had about ten seconds before her willpower gave out and she fellated his thumb like it was a cock. "You can't even tell me I'm wrong," Brian chuckled, "because the second you open that pretty mouth my thumb is going right inside, isn't it?"

She looked up at him in meek, trembling adoration, her eyes already a little bit glassy with incipient trance--he was right about a lack of formal induction, but damn if Chloe's mind wasn't so completely and totally focused on the thumb tracing its way around her lips that she might as well have been hypnotized by it. Her breath came in shuddering gasps, her cunt felt like it was practically steaming, and all she could think about was just how weak it would make her to give in and suck. She'd feel so pathetic if she couldn't control herself for even a full minute, but feeling pathetic was her single biggest turn-on lately and she ached to be reminded just how little willpower she had. Already she could feel herself kissing Brian's thumb every time it passed over.

"Oh, sweetie, you're so gone now, aren't you?" he asked, and the hand cupping Chloe's chin steered it into a nod before she could even make the conscious decision to agree. "That mind is emptying out, you're turning into that needy little girl Master loves so much, and I don't even think you're going to notice when it happens, are you? You're just going to look down and my thumb will be in your mouth and it's going to feel so good and natural and right that you won't even realize you're sucking it until I remind you and you learn just how weak you are. And that's going to drop you right the fuck down into trance because why would a slut like you want to do anything else?"

Chloe moaned again, but this time the sound was strangely muffled, and it was only when Brian purred out, "Good girl," that she managed to break eye contact with him and realize her lips were puckered around an intruding digit and her head was bobbing back and forth in lewd, lascivious excitement. She didn't even know when it had happened--it felt so comfortable to have her Master's thumb in her mouth that it was its absence that felt strange--and the moment she realized Brian was right, Chloe's eyes rolled back in her head and she felt a wave of pure pleasure wash over her as her mind plummeted into deep trance.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Becki Can't Take a Break (So She Gets Broken)

The last little ghost of a thought that flickered through Becki's empty head told her that Geoff finally had her exactly where he wanted her. She wasn't resisting him anymore, she wasn't struggling, she wasn't really even consciously obeying--she'd gone so deep that she was basically just a blow-up doll, her deep brown eyes staring vacantly at him without a trace of comprehension while he tangled his fingers into her hair and used them to push her head up and down his stiff ebony prick. Drool covered the shaft, and she wasn't even gagging because gagging would require effort and she simply had nothing left in her empty mind for that. She just swallowed his cock like her mouth was a second cunt.

What eventually defeated her so completely, in the end, was just how fulfilling it all was. Becki knew she'd been running herself ragged for weeks, spending long hours in front of the computer until the only light her pale features ever got was the ghostly illumination of a monitor, and when all that effort managed to earn her was a B-plus it kind of broke something inside her. Yes, she'd chosen a challenging field of study, yes she was at a rarefied peak of her field, but she'd literally given everything she had and it wasn't quite good enough by her own standards. But she was a perfect cocksucker for Geoff, and it felt absolutely wonderful to know that she had nothing to do but slurp and gulp and swallow to make at least one person truly happy with her.

Not that Becki was really thinking about her feelings at the moment. She was too deeply hypnotized for that, her vacant eyes only seeing the sparkling depths of the gemstone Geoff showed her earlier. At the time, it was frankly kind of an annoyance--she was utterly exhausted from another long day of research, her brain so sludgy and numb that basic human interaction was pretty much beyond her, and here was her friend's friend's friend droning on about his stupid class ring without any apparent awareness that he was so boring Becki's eyelids kept fluttering. But annoyance gave way to useless, impotent defiance as she came to understand too late what he was doing to her, and defiance gave way to the simpering pleasures of obedience, and soon even that was gone. Becki might as well have been a fleshlight for all that was going on in her empty head, and the closest she came to thought was a slow, pulsing throb of pleasure in her clit at how soothing it all was.

She didn't let up until he spurted down her throat, and honestly he was so deep inside her that she only tasted the last few salty droplets of his jizz as he slid her head away from his softening prick. Becki's eyes immediately rolled back and slammed shut once she no longer had a purpose to serve, and once he pulled her up to lie in his lap she went completely limp--even when he fingered her pussy, reinforcing her conditioning with words she could no longer comprehend, she was too deep even to twitch. It was honestly the most refreshing rest she'd gotten in literal months, and although Becki knew Geoff wouldn't keep her like this she also kind of wished he could.

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