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Entranced Ideas Part 5: Magic Markers

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So if you have been following my page since the start you’ll know I am a fan of body writing, but I have to say I really didn’t know how good it was until I found people who wanted to do body writing tasks for me. 

My inner Femdom swoons when I wake up in the morning to find images of a task I had set for my sub, especially when the phrase on their body, marking their skin is something personal. Like art work plastered on my favourite person. It’s really a sweet token of submission. 

Now where is this going you may ask? Well, good question dear reader. You see the tasks I have been setting and working on long distance gave me an idea for July. 

Magic Markers

You awaken to find yourself frozen in place. A living mannequin, primed and pliant in place ready for what I have in store. This is something we have been working on for a while, with all the triggers lying dormant. Waiting patiently for the right time, until we were face to face. 

I start to pose your arms, lifting them up to face the sky as I carefully remove your top. Your mouth unable to speak a single word but the muffles and moans of pleasure from being so completely controlled and helpless. Your eyes stare at me as your body is under my power, my spell, until I decide to release you. But for now you are my canvas and I will make your skin my masterpiece. 

You notice the markers in my hand. A kaleidoscope of colours for me to choose from as I start circling your frozen frame. My mind reeling as I think of what I should mark you with, what I should make you into. You and I both know what these markers do, their special. magical powers. You see, each time I write something on your skin it becomes the truth. 

You see me start to write on your legs, back, torso and arms as I move you around. Your body still frozen like concrete for you but a perfectly posed doll for me. 

I start with some simple black ink. The colour of control. 

“Submissive”

“Obedient”

“Controlled”

Then I move to red. The colour of pleasure.

“Horny”

“Aroused” 

“Fucktoy”

Finally some pink. My personal favourite. The colour of silly, pretty things. 

“Mindless”

“Empty-Headed”

“Doll”

And finally I find the perfect place on your stomach, just right for you to be able to see and remember exactly what you are. 

“The Secret Subject’s pretty, little plaything. My mindless doll. Cherished, adored, and completely compliant.”


The next day after the ink has cleared you wake and walk to the bathroom. Out of curiosity you lift your shirt to find one word you didn’t see before. Though the rest of the markings have faded this one is so clear. Legible. Perfectly printed in big, black markings. 

“MINE” 

bethdream asked:

Hi! New blog and I would like to start writing captions. Where do you normally get the images for your captions your advice would be appreciated

Good! We can always use more writers putting decent content out there! I hope you do :)

I find here in tumblr is an excellent place to find captionable material and if you need somewhere to start you can try my own personal porn-for-future-stories blog www.thwts4tw1stng.tumblr.com

Happy hunting! The only other advice I can give you is trust your gut and don’t be too critical on yourself…. Just write lots and put it all out there and don’t worry about notes or whether something is subjectively “good”. Message me when you’ve done something cool and I might share it :)

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Magic Lamp as requested by AgeSavage

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Walking down the street, just lost my job and down on my luck I can’t figure out what do to do. Where do I go from here? What am I going to eat? I was living paycheck to paycheck as it is. Something glitters in a trash can. Is that Gold?!?! That looks like GOLD! HOT DAMN! I grab the gold looking lamp and take it to the nearest pawn shop and try to make some money to survive until I can.



 I begin to run to the nearest pawn shop and rush in throwing the lamp on the counter top and asking for money. The pawn shop clerk grunts and motions one second as he is on the phone and turns his back to me. I see there is a smudge of dirt on the lamp and take my hand and wipe off the grime. That’s when smoke started to appear and my whole day just got a whole lot weirder.




“I am the genie Bubbles. You have summoned me Master?” My jaw drops almost to the floor. In front of me is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She has a gorgeous tanned body with nice full breasts and some delicious looking lips. Her hair framed her face like it was a priceless painting. Then it hits me what is the shop clerk going to say? I haven’t heard him at all. Bubbles smiles and states quite simply “Master, you have no need to worry. No one besides you can see or hear me. I also have taken the liberty to stop time during our interaction so I may better serve you." 


When she said the word serve it’s like a feather ran across my body. Her voice full of sex and passion. Thinking to myself I wish she would just talk dirty to me, even if its just one sentence. Bubbles smiles again this time with a different look in her eyes "Oh Master, your wish is my command. I just want to take you to a soft warm bed and let you ravish these nice fuckable breasts of mine while I fondle that Big. Long. Hard. Cock.”


I immediately blush and cover my growing erection. Wait a minute. I speak in a more bothered tone than I would have liked. “I didn’t wish for that! I just thought about it! Don’t I have to actually say something like I wish for the passion in my heart? or something like that?” I cover my mouth realizing what i just said and begin to feel a tingle in my chest as two small breasts form and my hair magically shoots out of my head. My inner passion being the fact that I always wanted to have more hair and my own pair of hyper sensitive breasts. I moan lewdly as my new breasts rub against my rough t-shirt. My new nipples pressed firmly into the material. “That’s not Fa.. Fair? What happened to my voice?” I begin to rub my throat my voice raising from a deep bass to a higher alto tone. I definitely sound like a girl. This isn’t what I wanted. “Bubbles!” I stamp my foot in defiance and it makes my new breasts jiggle and I moan again. “Bubbles I did not mean for that to be a wish!” She giggles and replies “You did say I wish for the passion in my heart Master” She says Master with a huge tone of sarcasm. For some reason though I feel my cock stir at this treatment. Why is this turning me on.. I may have sensitive breasts now but I can’t live like this I don’t even have a job! Wait.. A Job! That’s what I need to wish for!


“Bubbles I wish I had the perfect job where I am happy and never have to worry about money again!” Smoke envelopes me and I appear in a dimly lit room I feel a breeze against my chest as I look down and see my new boobs exposed and my cock standing at full attention in front of me. Bubbles speaks in my head “Welcome to your new life as a shemale stripper Master. Good luck telling anyone who you were.” I hear her laughter which begins to fog my mind with a pink bubble haze as I giggle and talk to the next customer. Offering to let him have his way with my cute body and I would be more than happy to grant his wishes.

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Thanks @coopdaloop63 for writing something specially for me! Check out this blog there’s some good stuff coming from here <3

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agesavage asked:

Um hi? My name's Adrian, I got a voucher in the mail for a free mulligan at your company? I dont want to like, invent anything or steal anyone's music... No I've... ive got this really good idea for a tv show, but i think its too late to ever make it... I don't have anything else except just my blog, can you go back and like, make my younger self, like, rhink of all these ideas way earlier in life? I want to be a famous filmmaker already by now!

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The woman looks you up and down with a smile: “Very well. You’re actually the first to ever use one of these vouchers. Here you go. Please follow me into the lab, where a time specialist will write down what you want to change about the past.”

You look at the woman in surprise. This seems a bit easy. You want to ask her where the catch is, but she’s already on her way and gesturing you to follow quickly. You do just that and are led to a small office with another woman sitting on a desk. You sit down on the other side.

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“So.. Adrian is it?”. The woman has a cold attitude. “You want to put some ideas in your younger version’s head so that he can be successful earlier in life? It’s a common request honestly. I take it you do understand that with using the coupon you agree to take place in some more experimental procedures here at the company?”

“Experimental procedures?”, you ask. You hadn’t thought about that, but now you understand - why would they just give you access to such a costly technology for free? “What kind of experiment?”, you stammer.

“It’s nothing to worry about really”, the woman assures you. She looks up a few documents on her computer and seems to be browsing a list. “I do have some interesting experimental extras for your trip that fit your situation.”
“Will you tell me what they are?”, you wonder. The woman looks you up and down realizing that you’re about to bail out on the new information. “Really. I told you.. nothing to worry. One of the experimental methods is that instead of you actually writing down ideas on a sheet of paper, a machine will read your brain waves and automatically send everything to your past’s self. Isn’t that nice? You don’t have to do anything. We’re just trying to improve your experience.”
You feel a bit easier now, even though she has only revealed the meaning of one of the several checkboxes she has clicked. But it seems like they really only want to do the best possible service, so you agree to the terms. You’re led to the door and step through it.

The room behind it is completely white, like in sci-fi movies. Only a man in a white suit is inside waiting for you. You slowly move towards him. As the door closes behind you, you almost expect not to be able to breathe. That’s how alien this room looks to you. The man has a syringe in his hand. He tells you that he’ll need to inject you with this state-of-the-art anesthetic. As he does so, you feel the world get blurry and everything starts to spin slowly. It’s like being high, but soon your body loses the battle against the sleepiness. You fall on the floor and the last thing you see is more people in white clothes coming in to pick you up. Then everything goes dark.

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“Welcome back to Jinkxed! The show where bimbos are made!” The crowd roars. Our candidates today have been more than interesting. Peter - a football coach - hasn’t started with a lot of IQ points, but has been able to keep more than our special guest Adrian - the original creator of this show. After five seasons he has finally admitted that when creating this show, all he really wanted was to be a candidate himself. He has been going to the randomizer four times every round so far and has been suffering the most amount of transformations I’ve ever seen somebody get this early in the game. Maybe he has been losing on purpose?” The camera is pointed at you. “How are you feeling Adrian?”

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“Uhmm… like… super”, is what your mind scrambles together like on auto-pilot as the camera moves close to your face and you can see the reflection of a ditzy blonde bimbo with heavy makeup.
Your brain feels slow. What the hell is going on here? You vaguely remember the time travel service and the experiments. Oh shit! They must have messed up the ideas you had for tv shows and instead made your younger self interested in the same erotic fetishes you write up on your Tumblr blog. And now you are in the same situation - getting transformed into a fetish bimbo sex slave - and even worse, you chose to do so yourself. You feel a rush of horniness shoot through your body. The situation you’re in is both terrifying and extremely sexual. The fear of what you’ll turn out, in the end, is too much for you and a strong orgasm shakes your whole world. You want this. To give up control. To be transformed into your deepest darkest desires.

You realize you just had an orgasm on live tv. The tv host laughs and finally says: “Wow. The random orgasm card has really done a number on you. Anyhow, are you ready for your next path to the randomizer? Just hit the big red button in front of you, babe.”
As you hit the button you feel excited. What perverse fantasy of you will become true next?

“Aaand the slots are running. What will it be? Ohh there’s the first card - the high heel. Well looks like it’s game over for comfortable footwear for you. Your feet will be genetically altered so they always only fit in high heels. And here comes the second slot. Oh my.. another IQ drop. I don’t think I’ve ever seen somebody go this low on their IQ. Oh my god it wasn’t finished. It’s a double .. noo a triple IQ drop. Is this even possible? Can somebody backstage confirm that we are even able to drop her IQ more than it already is? Wow.. the randomizer just keeps going so I guess it’s fine. And it’s one of the cruelest ones we have - the radar vision. Your eyes will forever only be able to focus on the biggest dick around you. It will help you find it so you can be an even better little bimbo. And the last one… uh, this is a special one. The leash. You’ll see what it does soon enough.

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You’re brought backstage to the transformation machine, that you vaguely remember inventing yourself, because of your commitment to the bimbo fetish community from your early childhood. You always wanted to be a scientist just so you could invent this machine and your subconscious always wanted you to become the biggest bimbo there ever was. You started wearing women’s clothes and a chasity when you were just thirteen years old. Your mind must have been flooded with bimbofication porn. You’ve become a total sissy in this dimension. You think about how remarkable it is that you could’ve turned out to be in such a different position in this reality, but you cannot complete the thought because the machine starts its work on your brain and melts all thoughts away. You try to calculate simple math equations in your head to see if you’re still capable of basic thinking, but no matter how hard you try you cannot add one plus one together and soon you forget the concept of math or the idea that there is a “one” in the first place.

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Only sexual energy remains. Horny. You’re so horny. Sex. “Fuck me”, you hear yourself say not sure to whom exactly, but your eyes are locked on the trousers of a man close to you.
You hear some strange mumblings that you cannot put into any words. Only the audience understands the language the presenter uses anymore and that your last card has been making you unable to walk. Instead, you’re bound to walking on all fours. As the next game continues nobody is able to stop laughing at you. They don’t see you as human anymore. This game has to do with some kind of forms on little fields, but you don’t understand.

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Finally, the tv show host announces that you’ve lost this game as well. You’re brought to the randomizer a final time. This last game gave only one randomizer slot to you. It’s something no one in this show has seen before and even the production team look at each other in horror. Weeks later, you lay on the bed in the local brothel, getting fucked hard by a stranger. You are unable to move because your arms and legs have been removed. You’re so helpless and you love it. This is where you were meant to be. You feel like you’re nothing more than an expensive sex toy getting fucked by strangers several times a day. On the tv, there’s a news report about someone named Adrian - the inventor of a tv show and that apparently he has been cheating by preprogramming the randomizer. Of course, you don’t understand a word, but the guy behind you says: “Oh my god. The bitch did this to herself on purpose? How fucked up is that?”, but he doesn’t stop fucking you for a second.

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Suddenly everything is dark again. You’re yourself again and you can think clearly. You hear voices in the distance. “Finally. We’re through. We’ve made it. We can take him back.”

You scream: “No stop… this is what I’ve wanted. I want to stay here.”, but it’s too late. You are sucked through the wormhole again and are back in your original reality - in your original body. You feel frustrated because you will never be able to feel the same bliss again in your life ever again.

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Apparently, the company has been experimenting with a new technique that allows them to transport you back. You tell them that you didn’t want to go back and that everything was going exactly as you had planned it to go, but they only tell you that you can only get back by paying the regular amount of money, which is around a few million dollar. You are left here with the absolute need to become her - your perfect vision of bliss. Instead of falling into depression, though, you feel determined to go through with it and become the ultimate bimbo sissy in this reality as well. The future is yet to be written and you will be a dumb bimbo whore in it.

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Just… Wow. Thank you so much for this @relattic …. Geez its nice when people just lay your fetishes at your feel like this… Oooh mama. This is totally worth joining her patreon people 😍 omg going back for another read.

relattic asked:

I've come to pay you for your services. During the past few years I've slowly conditioned my scientist girlfriend to be more of a bimbo around the house, but now it seems like I'm stuck. Please help me. I've always wanted to have a real blonde dumb girl in my life and I'm not gonna stop now. I'll pay you anything you want.

Hm. You’ve been toying around in your one true love’s head, trying to make her a sex dolly against her will? Naughty, naughty… Well I’ll take my payment, but since you’ve been so dishonest and cruel to a person who trusts you… I’m not going to keep it for myself. I take the payment of your intelligence, problem solving and self-preservation… and I’m going to bestow them on your poor bimbofied partner… Now… while i bestow come come-uppance….nightie night!

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You wake, and immediately you know something is wrong. The light juggle on your chest conforms it before you even open you eyes…. but you don’t really know what to do about that, so you open them! A pair of enormous natural breasts greets you! normally, you feel like you’d be panicking here… but instead there’s like a dumb back hole in your behaviour… you cant think of how to do that? So instead you grab one of your new assets and squeeze it roughly…. sending tingles down your spine into your crotch…. Hm. Your cock is different too? What are you supposed to do about that? You’re not really sure…. but one thing is for sure, you’re definitely curious to see what all that tingling looks like! You waddle over to your girlfriend’s dresser, grab her little hand held mirror and have yourself a little look….

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Uh oh! You, like, have a tight little hairless pussy! You’re supposed to… supposed to… something? Something different? But gawd, it looks so teeny tiny, like its never been used? You think that maybe you should use it… it is tingling so very fiercely…. but how? You can’t think of any way to stop those pleasant sensations, so you simply carry on staring at the mirror until you hear a noise behind you.

“Hey, you’re awake! I bet you’re wondering what’s going on?”

Your beautiful, bimbofied girlfriend is standing in the doorway smirking to herself as you stare blankly at the reflection of your pussy…. You want to ask her how you’re supposed to make the tingling go away.. but… like… how? What words to use?

“Okay, wow. He said you were going to be dumb now, but wow. Oi! Put my mirror down and stand up!”

You can’t think of any reason why you shouldn’t so you happily comply with the orders your girlfriend has given you. You place the mirror on the ground and rise to your feet, staring blankly at the person in front of you. 

“okay, bitch… I can;t believe you’d do that to me, you little skeezbag! I loved you, and you took my intelligence away? You tried to turn me into some pathetic slut who couldn’t think for herself? Well, good think you wrote that stupid request, becasue Age Savage showed up here! He explained everything you’ve been doing to me, and we…  well ,after we finished fucking, he transferred your intelligence over to me, as well as a few other things to make sure you wouldn’t be able to control me anymore!

You are finding it a little hard to follow this story, so you just keep staring, wondering how to make all the beautiful tingles keep happening all over your body.. You know there should be some way… but how?

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Your girlfriend approached you and gets right up in your face.

“The trouble is, I’ve lost most of my own intelligence! I can’t remember most of my research, and when I got yours… well… I now have some very new interests. I’ve spent some time combining what’s left of my own brain with the filthy, kinky creativity that’s come to me from yours… and, well… Modifying you has just become my new hobby!”

As she finishes this, she sticks her tongue out and gives a long sensuous lick across your lips… and the tingles flare up all over them,. So many, so sensitive… yes it feels so good! You love this, you want more… but just as the lick began, suddenly it stops, leaving you confused. Why did they stop? How do you get more? Gosh, you really  want to feel so good in your tingly lips again… but you don’t know how???

You feel so dizzy and blank as your girlfriend  walks over to her dresser and starts rummaging through her makeup… she grabs something, but you’re facing the wrong way and you can’t figure out how to tell what she’s doing…. so you stand there, unsure of what to do… as she approaches you from behind and starts doing something to your butt… You’re dying of curiosity, but for the life on you, you cannot figure out how to tell what’s happening behind you!

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She chuckles as she grabs you by you long blonde hair and drags you roughly out into the lounge area… you can barely keep up. Why doesn’t she just tell you where to walk? It would be much easier if she just figured out all these things for you!

“Go kneel there bitch, and suck on this while I work. This is your new favorite spot, you’ll spend most of your days here. I’m going to start going through your phone and inviting your friends over to meet the new you!”

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zoey-starz asked:

I'm quite a fan of your work but only just started following you despite reading quite a lot of your work from reblogs. I like to consider myself a reality-warper in training but have only ever been able to make small localised changes. Any tips or perhaps you need an apprentice?


Well,young one… theres really only one thing you need to know about to be a decent reality warper, or at least one like me. It’s called the nucleus accumbens, and manipulating it is the basis of almost every single human transformation i do. See, the nucleus accumbens is the part of the brain that controls the release of dopamine. And in case you didn’t know, dopamine is the source of pleasure in the human brain. So, rather than re-write someone’s personality from the ground up to make them a raging cum addict, i just tweak our little friend the nucleus accumbens to release dopamine into the brain whenever action X is taken… and when my victim chases that release of pleasure again and again, that’s how they find themselves totally and helplessly addicted….

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In the case of you for example… whenever you allow someone who knows your real name to cum on your face, your nucleus accumbens is going to pump your brain full of pleasure… its raw, it’s undefined, it’s totally and utterly entrapping…. and there’s nothing you can do about it. Other pleasures will seem bland by comparison, and the longer you go without your fix, the sluttier you’ll dress trying to get someone to attempt to “seduce” you…  and the more likely you are to blurt out something life-destroying to someone you respect… so try to keep on top of it okay? Get ready for a whole new perpective on life… one on your knees begging people you know to degrade you, just so you can squirm in intense pleasure while it sits there dripping from your face….

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And for fuck sake, don’t suck up to me like you’re not a potential rival, little one. I’ve had friends like you before, who think they can gain power from watching me, and then turn on me when they’ve gotten what they wanted….. But maybe you should thank me for this gift. I’ve given you the perfect motivation to become as stronger reality alterer… If you can alter your own nucleus accumbens and escape your new addiction, congratulations! You’ve learned to play with the big girls.

Just be a dear and try not to lobotomise yourself while you’re messing around inside your head, mkay pumpkin?

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Anonymous asked:

26/F here! I'm very career focused and working through exams to become an officially licensed something or other. I find it rather disgusting that a number of my classmates were 'won over' by their boyfriends and live such simple, reality-trash lives on instagram, constantly updating their narrow slice of the world on their second and third children while pushing strollers through the park and worshipping their husbands. What happened to my independent girls? Anything you can do to help?

Yeah, there actually is something I can do to help. I know it must feel lonely to be the only one of your friends who hasn’t dropped the illusion of determination… So let’s give you a hand with that. I’m just going to hurry along that mating instinct that all your friends have felt, that rush of hormones through the brain that turns the mind to mush and makes them obedient to the strong handsome man. The desire to be subservient is so strong in some that they immediately forget their education and instead drop to their knees to become a human cock slave… but not you. Well… not exactly.

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I want you to meet my friend Lilith. She’s looking for a new servant, and I think you’ll do nicely. Ah, I can see your knees getting weak at the sight of her… you pussy is rippling shocks of lust through your body and into your brain. It’s strange isn’t it? You’ve never been a lesbian before now, but you can’t bring yourself to fight the intense sensations… That’s a little like what your friends have each felt when they decided to become slutty trophy wives. Not so easy to look down on them now is it?

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I think you and Lilith will be very happy together… She’s got a bit of a mean streak, but you’re going to find yourself liking that about her more and more… She tell you to put on a collar, you’ll hop to it… she tell you to suck one of her client’s cock. your helpless need to please her will make you gag all over it…. She tells you to spend you Saturday night in a frat sucking off students you know and wearing their cum on your face to class the next day…. well…. you get the idea.

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