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Anonymous asked:

I demand you delete this blog! Its awful what you are doing to all of these innocent people! I might be a simple farmer but my cousin is a lawyer and he will help me put you behind bars!!!


Well, if the FBI can’t do anything about me, and the laws of nature don’t apply to me, how do you think a small-town lawyer is going to make any difference? God, for a supposedly smart species, humans are pretty darn thick. Behind bars…. you people make me laugh and laugh and laugh.

Let’s just get one thing out of the way here. No-one is innocent. Especially not the cunts that I’ve changed into bimbo and living sex dolls.

People are flawed, and in our entire history there is not a person out there who is truly innocent because the concepts of right and wrong are relative to each person’s perception. Take you for example. You keep living beings as slaves and you extract their fluids and sell them for a profit. I find that quite awful… but do I march onto your farm and demand you stop? NO.

Well… up until now, no.

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See, I’ve always found dairy to be quite barbaric and stange. Humans need cow milk about as much as they need giraffe milk, but because idiots in the 60s believed everything they heard in advertising, and idiots since then believed everything their parents told them, we now have a world where more people drink cow lactate than human lactate.

And you and I are going to change that. From now on, your boobies are going to match your entire farm’s output. Not all at once, but they’ll keep filling and filling until they’ve matched the amount that you’ve pumped from those poor cows. And if you don’t get that far, don’t worry, they’ll just add it to your backlog… You’re going to find yourself quite backed up quite quickly.

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And just so you can truly experience what it is that you put those animals through, I’m going to hire some bulls to breed you. You might be scrubbing the floor with hazardous chemicals, just going about your day, and hey presto! There’s a big strong bull impregnating you! No warning, no permission asked, just yo, breeding time! Its funny though, you’ll start to crave it… you’ll spend your days milking yourself and pining for the next bull… but since someone else is in charge of your breeding schedule, and your feelings aren’t taken into account at all… You won’t get satisfaction when you want it… just when it’s convenient for my schedule.

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I know what you’re gonna say “The cows like it!”… “they love being milked!”. First of all. You can’t talk to animals, so don’t give me that shit. Secondly…. So will you! Ever had a super-sensitive pleasurable part of your body pass delicious liquid creamy through it all day? Because you’re about to. And it will feel so good on every tug, on every pull, on every suckle… you’ll get addicted to the pleasure of being milked quite quickly… and then you’ll be able to see whether or not that kind of life is enjoyable.

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So enjoy your life, simple farmer. Dairy is about to get hella complicated for you.

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Anonymous asked:

I don't know what's been going on but ever since I found your blog (6 months ago) things have been changing in my life... my hair has been growing longer and changing to an impossible Orange... I've been getting sensations in places that I usually don't get sensations, I've been looking at my male co-workers a lot more and well... I'm not attracted to woman any more. So my question is, have you been altering my life for the past six months?

Well, I’m sorry to say, but sometimes I just zap people with slow release changes that happen over time. People that piss me off, ya know? Maybe someone that cunt in front of me in line, or threw a soda bottle out of their window, or just general douchebaggery. Since you’re a little Anonymous Andy, I have no way of knowing whether or not you’re one of these people, but just in case you are… This is what you might expect.

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Your changes do sound a little similar to a fun little time-release curse I like to inflict on people called “Scarlett Fever”. Well, not the hair growing longer part… that’s just hair doing what it does. But the orange part? Yeah, that sounds like me. It means the cursed can’t blend into the background, they tend to stand out in a crowd. Their nipples start becoming more and more on their mind (those are the “sensations” you’ve been feeling right?). The nerves in them are multiplying at a massive rate, to the point where eventually your nips will be your main erogenous zone… At the moment they’re just testing themselves, in the next few weeks you’ll start feeling massive spikes of sensations as they dig their way into your brain.. Expect a few unexpected orgasms as they settle themselves into your nervous system…. There might also be some….. “localized swelling” in that area, and I should also mention, small spots will start appearing on your face as a marking system… I installed it so I could see how many changes were happening. It didn’t work, because of course there’s waaaay to many to quickly count…, but hey, it looked cute so I couldn’t be bothered removing it!

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The other big part of it, is you’re going to lose any interest in competition, in winning, in being equal… Scarlett Fever removes all these feelings, leaving its target a naturally obedient submissive. You’ll find yourself compelled to obey orders, to please anyone and everyone around you… you’ll even notice when people are trying to get a peek at your changing body, and your first, most powerful instinct will be to show them what they want to see and please them in any way you can.

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Of course…this is all theoretical. IF it’s my curse you’re dealing with. Sometimes lesser RA’s (that’s reality alterers to the uneducated) just like to fuck with people, and you’re just unlucky. Pretty easy way to tell though… By any chance have you yelled at a retail worker lately? Maybe loudly sent something back at a restaurant and DEMANDED your waitress bend to your will as the customer? Maybe you should try just being nicer to people, and see what happens? Suck some of those cocks you seem to have your eye on, bend over nicely for a few people who want to use you… maybe it’ll go away on its own?

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Anonymous asked:

I'm with the FBI and I'm going to have to report your illegal use of reality alteration. You're coming with me.

*sigh*

Alright hotshot. Since stepping into my hotel room is clearly the most recent of a long line of terrible decisions, I’m just going to freeze you in place so we can chat before i do the explanation part of what’s happening to you.

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Yup… sooooo as this has to be your first time tracking a reality-alterer, let me share a teeny weeny tip. Don’t announce yourself,  goddammit! Your one shot, assuming I don’t trap my surroundings while i take naps (which i do) was to get the drop on me. Hit me while i don’t know you’re there or snipe me from a few blocks away, or something! And I assume if you actually had permission to “bring me in” someone would’ve told you that, or given you a better weapon than -yikes- a single handgun?

Okay, you’ve gotta be a rookie right? First week, looking to make a name for yourself? Well, here’s the nice part…. You’re certainly going to have a name around the water cooler… but it might be banned outside of sub-basement 7.

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You ever been down there? You even heard of it? Well, to cut it to the short, short version, sub basement 7 is the FBI HQ’s in-house pleasure harem. Well-performing agents get to go in there and work out some excess aggression on some of the agents who have hunted me in the past. And after you leave here, you’re going to WALK the entire way back there, drop to your knees and beg them to throw you in with old Agent Andrews, Agent Simmons, all the previous morons who couldn’t take a hint.

And hopefully, the next agent who thinks coming after me will be a good idea will actually get the warning: hunt Adrian Savage, you get a monologue ,and you get your reality altered, and you get to be your co-workers sex slave for the rest of your career.

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And i like to freak them out a little more with each new agent I send back, so every one of you FBI whores gets a different little quirk. Yours is that cute little tattoo between your legs! That cute little cartoon heart is gonna be the source of a whole lot of stress for you. Every time someone looks at it, you’re going to feel one of these… a nice little pulse deep inside your hungry cunt. And that pulse is gonna clear your mind for a second and make you totally, unquestionably horny. Just for a sec, but you’ll find they stack up pretty quickly, as you make a scene of yourself …. Especially with those clothes you’re wearing now. Gonna attract a few eyes wearing something like that!

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Well, off you go then! You’ve got a long walk ahead of you… but hey, I’m not a total monster. If you wanna stay off the street, feel free to hitchhike… Just make sure you pay you with the standard roadhead 😊

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Anonymous asked:

Self employed hypnosis here, your hypnosis techniques in your stories isn’t quite scientific. I’m honestly not sure you know what you’re on about.


Oh, apologies for the miscommunication, I’m actually not a hypnotist… I’m a reality alterer! I don’t use real hypnosis, I just tweak people’s brains to make them totally suggestable, then when they helplessly comply, to the uneducated it seems like real hypnosis!

Like I just did to you, for example. Well more accurately, like I did to you a few weeks ago. Ever wonder why you feel so spacey during sessions… why you keep failing to remember what you tell your patients? Why you so confidently marched into that hair salon and wouldn’t leave until they did what you asked with you hair?

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It’s because you’re accepting your own suggestions. You’re slathering layers of new personality overtop of your own, little bits and pieces of other people’s sessions jigsawing together… Hopefully you haven’t been taking any liberties with your suggestions? Given you arrived here at my blog, I’m gonna go ahead and guess that you can’t help yourself when a patient’s brain is all spread open in front of you…

You should have guessed, but maybe you didn’t deep down because you secretly wanted this the whole time. Headphones don’t just appear out of thin air, but you put them on nonetheless. You listened, you absorbed so much… you became something new… Something desperate…

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Now you can’t remember how to do your job anymore… You’re supposed to dig into peoples minds and help them… But how? Like, it used to be so simple… how do you start again? Isn’t it like, begin by closing your eyes and dreaming of yummy cocks? And then like, suck on your patients yummy cock until all his cum is out of him, then he’ll feel all better? Yeah, that’s how it works! Good thing you’re such a professional! Hopefully more of your clients will be showing up soon to have all their problems sucked out of them!

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I do have a lot of respect for the real professionals though. The ones with the patience and discipline to do this stuff in real life… you have any experience with bimbofication? Want to practice digging around in a perverts brain? Maybe return the favour? Give me a buzz 😊

erikscoffee asked:

Recently single male, still into my big breasted ex who is flaunting her dates on Snapchat. Really just want her back in my life at any cost

I’ve got some bad news, guy. She’s over you. These taken those big ol’ titties and she’s moved on. And as much as i have fun tweaking reality and making people into weak-willed horny sluts, there’s nothing on Quezacotl’s green earth I can do that will force her to love you again. So… a workaround?

It’s a good thing you said you’d do anything at all to have her in your life again. I tried several scenarios and each time, she rejected you… I made you her pet, her slave,even her blank doll…. She sold you off for pennies on the dollar every single time.

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Luckily, I’m a creature of much and varied creativity! I looked into her soul, and I found something I could make you that she’d never abandon…. her one weakness… loyalty to family. So a little concentration and a few hours of spells, and I was able to warp reality a tad, to turn her into your mommy! Now you’re her little bitch son, and no matter how much she dislikes you, she’s stuck with you forever!

I know what you’re thinking… Couldn’t i have removed her memories of her dislike for you, freeing you up for a second go at a happy fulfilling romantic relationship?  Well, yes, quite easily. But i like a challenge. You said you would pay any cost… not that she had to.

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It’s too bad too… This was all I could do to change your relationship… but now…. she’s always treated you like shit, since she always wanted a daughter. Not a boy, someone who could never share her love of dressing up slutty and putting her huge titties on display. I don’t know if you recall…. Give it a second… but a few years ago, just after your 18th birthday, your ex-now-mommy found a little workaround herself. A finishing school for little sissy sluts, and without a second thought she had you shipped off for a little re-education and some light facial surgery. But on the bright side, you don’t have to worry about being left out of all the snapchat fun and games… her story feed, known to the masses as “My Little Bitch Son” now features your increasingly feminized and humiliated face every single day!

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So, congratulations! Your relationship with this woman is closer now than it has ever been, because now you can finally help mommy score! You get to dress up like a little mini-her and be her wingman, helping her bring guy after guy home to fuck her holes and spray hot cum all over those huge titties! It’s a nightmarish job for someone that wants her all to themselves… especially since she makes you watch while you entertain any friends her sex buddies happen to be with… But it’s one that’s going to become a whole lot easier once she sends you in for your very own boob job next week!

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Anonymous asked:

19 year old male gamer, with a beautiful redheaded girlfriend. Bring it on!

I hate to throw one person under the bus as an example, but I’ve been getting quite a few anon asks since i started answering them, so I’m just gonna get this out of the way?

Im not going to answer them all, i straight up cbf with that much writing. So if you want me to pick yours, lets try make them interesting yeah? Your age and the colour of your partners hair doesn’t tell me anything about how to twist your sexual fantasies into nightmares or humiliate you…

So, endless line of anon askers…. Here’s the deal. Put some effort into your asks, make them interesting enough to catch my eye, and I’ll repay the favour with my responses kay?

Sux to respond without answering, so I’ll give you an example.

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You swap bodies with your partner. She is now 19 and male and you’re a redhead girlfriend.

She likes gaming, you don’t remember how to even hold a controller.

Also you like writing kinky shit on your chest, i guess?

See? Effort for effort 😊

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Anonymous asked:

As a 19/yo slutty girl, I doubt you could make me any more fuckable :P

“More fuckable…”

More fuckable? You seriously doubt that I can’t make you even the slightest bit hotter than you already are?

 Okay. Game on.

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I had a look at your life, little miss anonymous. While you are indeed 19, I don’t think much of the rest of your story. Your claims of “already being a slut” are pretty cute, I had a quick peek into your memories, and well… I can see that you THINK you’re a slut, but just banging a different boy every other weekend doesn’t really cut it in my world. Oh, you post the odd gym selfie of your flat stomach? You sent on guy a slutty mirror pic with your pussy showing? Beginner stuff, kid. Let’s do something about that.

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From this moment on, you’re a REAL slut. As in, MY definition of one. You’ll do anything sexual, and I mean literally ANYTHING. I know you thought you were already super experienced, but come on. You’ve only ever had three cocks up your butt, and none of them were accompanied with a pussy stuffing! So let’s just reach into your brain, and start amping up that dial labelled “libido”. It’s currently at a pretty average 5, which i can see you think is really high, but no. You only masturbate once every couple of days! Let’s turn it shall we? 6… your thoughts are regularly getting interrupted by images of yourself being dominated. 7… your juices are starting to really flow, look, you’re even getting a few drips run down your thighs! 8…. I saw that shudder. Your brain is starting to flood with hormones… the primal urge to breed, to become impregnated is starting to overpower your personality. 9… Your nipples are now permanently stiff and sensitive… Every vibration from a little jiggle, every rub up against the inside of a bra or t-shirt is going to shoot pink lightning directly into your pussy…

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Should we keep going? You wanted to be “more fuckable” didn’t you?Meaning more able to be fucked by anyone, more likely to participate in more sex with more people? I’d say it’s pretty much a guarantee now, as soon as I give you back control of your hands they’re going to shoot straight into your panties, and I doubt you’ll have the mental capacity to remove them… So where are you right now? Perhaps you’re hanging out with friends, maybe you’re in a crowded nightclub? Or maybe you’re somewhere more suitable to your… level of slutdom. A college campus maybe? Sitting in the back of a lecture wondering if the nasty slut-maker will ever respond to your ask? Well, wherever you are, they’re all going to be talking tomorrow about the girl who ripped her clothes off and started frantically fucking anything that came close to her…

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Heh. I actually have a thing for round numbers… I can’t stand it when my TV volume isn’t a 5 or a 0 number… So that 9 is just kind of bothering me… let’s just round it up to a nice even 10…. Yeah, you’re going to have trouble forming sentences, that pure heat that’s throbbing from between your legs is going to be a constant, all-consuming distraction… Look how much blood is pumping down there, you’re totally rocking a hamburger slit now! Even your clit even looks like a teeny weeny cock…

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I’m going to leave you to it now… As soon as I’m out of sight, your body is going to snap back into your control…. So good luck, I guess. Not that it’ll help… I’ve made pretty sure you’re going to experience between wanting to be more slutty, and NEEDING to be fucked in all holes at every minute of every day….

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Enjoy being more fuckable!!!

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Anonymous asked:

24 y/o male who goes to the gym every 4 weeks. Gotta say I’m looking pretty good. Do your worst

Once a month huh? Your gym must not be very exciting… i actually know a better one! Its real convenient, and its so enthralling you’ll find yourself going back there every day! Don’t even worry about not knowing how the machines work, they’re all automatic, so no need to freak out about making a dickout of yourself in front of the ladies. Don’t worry about anything that happens there actually… they’ll backwipe your brain as you leave anyway to protect their proprietary designs. Don’t worry about that either, it’s only till just before you walked in, so you’ll just be left with some vague memories of being on machines.. And this repeating, nagging thought that…. the gym was really… great? You should go back tomorrow!

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But i was right about one thing…it’s getting results! You’re just… Not all that sure what they are. Like, you spend aloooot of time looking in the mirror, trying to figure it out. Something's…. different about your appearance, but for the life of you, it’s beyond you what it actually is…. Every time you look down at your body, you feel like the answer is bouncing around in front of you…. But like, what were you thinking about again?

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I should just mention though, that you wanted my worst. My worst? Have you not read of the fucked up shit I’ve done to people in the past? But maybe…. That’s what you want? Well here’s a twist for ya…. Nobody gets a happy ending with me. So hey, lucky you…. No fuckdoll mods for you! I’m not going to give you a tight little pussy to play with! You can keep that little shriveled thing you can’t keep your hands off of, i think its cute. I’m not going to make your nipples into clits, or oversensitize your lips….. I’m not even going to modify your ass, like…. At all! And me, i looooove modifying asses. It gets me up in the morning. But nope. Not for you. If you want pleasure from being fucked up your pooper (and trust me, you’re going to want it to be pleasurable), you’re going to have to start training it. Extensively. I think your new gym actually has a machine for that! It’s not automated though… i hope you’re good at squatting!

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True Helplessness Pt.2

A sharp knock on your door snaps you away from staring at the doorknob of your new roommate’s closed door. Your coffee has gotten cold, you’ve been wordlessly standing there for that long. The last few days have been… Uneventful. You keep expecting to hear something, to sense something, but your house has been all quiet. You want so badly to go in there, to check on him, to see what kind of state he’s in, but you promised you wouldn’t. Not even to bring him some water. The first three days, he said, were crucial… Like a caterpillar in a cocoon, he needed to remain totally isolated, even the smallest piece of input could bring him out of his trance. He needed his first outside contact to be from his “hypnotherapist”.

Who is probably the one banging on your door right now.

You don’t know what sort of person you were expecting… maybe a skeezy guy holding a pocket watch, but a professionally dressed woman with a black breifcase and her hair tied up in a bun certainly wasnt it. She greets you warmly, and smiles at your stunned expression. She’s hot! What’s a woman like this doing making house calls to hypnosis fetishists? She assures you she’s here to see your boarder and asks whether you’ve resisted the urge to look inside. You blush, but tell her that no, you haven’t so much as cracked the door into the room. She seems pleased to hear this, but gestures you to leave her to her patient.

You pause for a split second, your eyes flicking to the door. You realize too late that this woman’s presence has given you a huge, throbbing boner. You want to see inside? She inquires casually, trying not to smirk. You stutter something about being too busy, and quickly leave them to it. You don’t want this beautiful woman to think you’re aroused by what’s happening in there.

But as you brew a new coffee, you find yourself getting curious. Moreso than you’ve ever felt before. What’s going on in there? What are they doing? You sneakily sidle up to the door, pressing your ear against the cold, hard wood. What you hear from the woman you let in makes you cock throb like never before.

“Oh, that’s a good girl… what a good little slut, sitting like this for so long… You’re such a posable little toy, you could sit like this for days, and you will… You’re barely started yet… There we go…. Lets get these off you… oh, pretty! *snap* nothing going on in there at all, gooood little bitch…. Here, drink this… good girl…. All of it, there you go…. Okay slut, time to lie down. On the floor here…..”

You listen through the door as the hypnotherapist starts a routine, getting her patient to relax…. to allow more information in…. to absorb it permanently more and more. Your hand starts to creep into your pants as you start to get an idea of what sort of instructions your guest has been mindlessly listening to. Hes in there… addicting himself to sex. Sex as a woman! With men, with women, always as the submissive, the obedient, taking cocks inside him…. God, why would anyone do that to themselves? But you look down at your throbbing cock, and part of you thinks…. That actually is pretty hot… not being feminized, that sounds like a nightmare…. But fucking a brainwashed little bitch? One who has willingly erased his mind and turned himself into a demure little doll? You can kinda see the appeal in that….

You pull you hand out of your pants, not quite sure how to deal with that thought. Would you? Could you? Will you get to? And suddenly there’s a click, and the door you’re eavesdropping through swings open and you’re left awkwardly standing where you know you’re not supposed to be with a very obvious bulge showing.

The therapist does not seem phased. She just smiles kindly and asks you if you’ll so your guest another favour? You nod, not really sure how else to react, and follow her back into the dark room.

Your eyes adjust and you swallow. The air is thick with sweat and…. Something else. Something girly smelling? Maybe the therapist sprayed something in here? You decide not to worry about it as your eyes fall on your guest. Lying on his back on the floor, his mouth hangs open and his eyes stare blankly at the ceiling above him. He’s wearing nothing but some kind of cage over his cock, which seems to be leaking fluid. He looks high out of his mind.

Your cock twitches.

The therapist explains to you that he’s not even in the room. He’s so deep in a trance and has been subject to severe brainwashing since you locked his door. She proves her point by roughly slapping his face. He doesn’t even blink.

So what does she want you to do? You ask, never taking your eyes off the hypnotized person in front of you. Two things, she responds, to add to your list of instructions. She hands you her suitcase, and opens it. Its full of syringes.

Every day at precisely 12pm, you are to enter the room and inject her with two of these syringes, she says, removing two of them. One in her rump, she demonstrates, plunging the needle into your guest’s ass and squeezing it empty… and the other into her lips. She swiftly does the same with the second syringe into the lip above his gaped mouth. Try to alternate top to bottom each day, she instructs, smiling.

You’re stare into the suitcase, at the rows and rows of needles you’ve just been asked to drug another human being with. You have so many questions about what is happening in here… but this woman is to beautiful, so intimidating in how calm she is…. so instead you ask, what’s the second thing? She grins, and drops her gaze to your still-bulging crotch. She needs you to… start feeding her, she begins. Her patient has… extremely specific dietary requirements, and she asks you if you’ll be willing to provide semen to feed her with?

Your cock twitches.

She chuckles as you stand with your mouth open, staring stupidly, not unlike the other occupant of the room. It’s alright, she assures you. She only needs a small amount to get by each day, perhaps two orgasms worth? She begins sitting up the hypnotized guy, and getting him back into his bondage rig. By the time she’s put his vr headset back on, you’ve mustered up the courage to speak.

How often, and how should you… administer it? You ask lamely. She packs her belongings, getting ready to restart the looping hypnosis. Oh, once or twice a day will be fine….  as for how to get it in her.. Well, she’s not gonna bite. Put that package you’re smuggling down her throat and just try to enjoy yourself!

She tells you she’ll see you in a few days for the next conditioning enforcement and with a smile leaves you alone in the room with a man in the process of brainwashing himself into a sex slave. This is happening.

Your cock twitches. You wonder if now will qualify as feeding time….

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True helplessness

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” You ask, running your finger over the large red button. This is all so weird.  When your friend, not really even your friend, this stranger you talk to on the internet, when they messaged you and asked if you could do them a favor… How could you say no to a deal like that? You didn’t think they would really take you up on your offer of a room. A room to stay in while they erase themselves.

“I’m sure…” he giggles, eyes wide, excited at what he’s finally doing. You’re thinking of him as a he, but even at a glance you can tell there’s something else going on there. He’s been taking something, surely. Men don’t have figures like that, waists that tiny. Men especially don’t have lips that large or such long beautiful hair…. What the fuck is up with this guy?

“You…. You’re not gonna rob me and leave me here are you?” He smirks, choosing not to look you in the eye. You feel a slight sting as you realise this is all part of it. He doesn’t even trust you. If he did, would it really count as “true helplessness”?

Because that’s why he’s here. You think back to the ad you responded to. It was only a few days ago, but things have moved so fast since then….

WANTED: A partner to help me experience true, complete helplessness. I will need a room in your home, in which I will dose myself with mind-altering drugs, bind myself beyond escape, and use hypnosis to fuck my mind beyond comprehension. You will need to take me to some pre-paid appointments, and watch over me to make sure I don’t die. After 40 days, my schedule will be complete and you can do whatever you like with me. Use me, make money off hiring me out. Sell me for all I care.

So you watch, transfixed and this person goes about binding themselves tightly in place. As they shove a large vibrating plug into their asshole. As they pull a sports mouthguard from its case, and carefully, slowly insert it over their teeth. He showed it to you earlier, it’s completely lined with tabs of LSD. He’s got three more that you will have to put into his mouth every 10 days. He said there’s enough in each one to totally fry his brain, and absorbing it through his gums should make it kick even harder…. This guy is really serious about what he’s doing.

He beckons you over, and you help him finish off his rig. You bind his hands, place the VR headset over his eyes, noise cancelling headphones over his ears, and finish up with the ball-gag over his lips. He takes a sharp inhale through his nose as he steers himself for what’s to come. Even around the ball in his mouth, you can see him smiling involuntarily. He’s fucking loving this.

You look over the schedule he handed you, detailing his pre-paid appointments. He has a hypnotherapist coming every three days to, as he put it “reinforce my programming”, you’re supposed to let them in and just leave them to it. In 14 days you have to remove him from the rig and transport him to a small private surgical practice nearby. You’re not sure what they’re going to do to him there, but you’re supposed to put him back on hypnos as soon as he gets out of surgery.

From there, there are 2 more surgical appointments a dental appointment of some description, and one right at the end of the 40 days, with apparently 2 weeks of recovery time in the hospital. What the fuck is this guy planning on doing to himself?

The final note, just mentions a dodgy tattoo and piercing studio downtown. You’ve walked past it before, but the people there seem a little extreme for your liking. The note next to it says “just leave me there if you don’t want to deal with me anymore”.

You look from the list you’ve agreed to stick to, to the immobile person bound in front of you. He’s bobbing up and down now, looking like a little kid about to get a candy shopping spree. He gives the signal, a slow, calculated nod, and you push PLAY on the device plugged into his headset and headphones. Flashing lights and strange noises start, and you’re sure are going to continue nonstop for the next 40 days.

As agreed you exit the room, turning off the light and locking the door behind you, not to return for 12 hours to check on him.

You stand at the door for a long time thinking about what’s going on on the other side of it…did you just get yourself a free sex slave? Coz it really seems like that’s what he’s doing to himself. Well, if nothing else, the next 40 days, are going to be really fucking interesting.

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*Giggles*

Hi friends! It feels nice to be posting again. I couldn’t find any good porn to go with this story, so if you find some, like send it my way and I’ll add it :D

I suuuuper wanna try this for myself… any volunteers to be my babysitter?

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