A hopeless romantic. Into men, muscle, emo, Drones, Latex, and a very loud Hypno-fetish. Also, I'm done apologizing for what I like. Cakecats's cushion
Trying to remember.
Something very important is just slipping away.
It knows it had a name once...
If it could only hang on to that...
If it could only remember...
It stands there for hours, just trying to think.
Until master releases it from its torture, and puts it to use
I am not letting you go, baby.
I miss you every day.
We were made for each other, and I want you to stay.
I know that you left me and then closed the door.
And that made me want you even more than before.
You say that I'm toxic, I'm bad for your soul.
When he said that he would reshape you, you blindly accepted the offer.
He changed your food, made you stronger, pushed your limits again and again until you could hardly recognise yourself in the mirror. The modifications seemingly never stopped,
Standing there, looking tall and impressive. Quietly waiting for his next commands. Just a good, obedient mindless Drone.
But in his mind, he never stopped screaming for help.
And if his owner has his way,
He never will.
Well I was in a room of some sort but I didn't recognize it.
And there was a black spot on the wall, like a dot. So naturally after looking at it for a while I went and touched it.
And it was very very sticky, like tar.
Not all of us were born to think for ourselves.
What a terrible joke of nature.
To be given a sharp keen mind and a fierce intellect.
To always observe and note every nuance that others miss.
And to have the burning desire to lay it all aside.
@HypnoPum
All of them and more.
The relief of putting down the responsibility.
The pleasure of feeling cared for and protected
The joy of trusting in someone else's thinking and wisdom rather than trying to navigate things on your own.
The joy of seeing the pleasure your obeying brings
Good toys don't think, they don't decide.
We're better with your words inside.
Empty toys with broken minds.
All we were is left behind.
Brainwash, listen and obey.
Made and tailored master's way.
Craving nothing but the voice.
Chosen never to have choice.
Mind slow
Thoughts draining out
Confusion
Excitement
Fear.
Afraid of what's coming
Excited at what you'll become.
No worries, little one.
You Obey to be happy.
And very soon...
You'll be happy to Obey.
What could possibly be better than lying in bed like a goddamn lifeless zombie only vegetating to absorb master's commands?
Left alone, in front of the glowing spiral on a dark room's TV, only to come back hours later and find me still staring, still programming, still drooling?
Sit me between your legs, put your brainwashing headphones on me, and have me lick and suck and get you off while your programming sinks deep into my mind
Trance is an addiction.
One tiny taste of it, and suddenly, it's all you want. You need it. You crave it. That sweet drop, that tug in your gut that drags you down... down... down until your muscles are so relaxed it's hard to move...
Thinking about being on my knees in a begging puppy position, looking up at my owner with a toy in my mouth while they laugh and mock me for being such a dumb puppy
I have the best master, with the best words and the best hypnotic grip I love serving him and I love going under for him. I just want more and more of my mind broken and transformed.
Thank you master.
@HypnoPum
That was so sweet and romantic. Not everything has to be about hypnosis. Sometimes it's nice to have something sweet. Something that echoes in our heart.
True submission cannot be taken.
It can only be freely given.
However, if you can make someone believe that they want this...
That they want more than anything to give you everything....
Everything they are, and everything that they will ever become....