Me Stumbling Across A Wild Trans Girl: "Oh, Hey There."

Being shibari'd in my own wires. Gently tug at my cables and pull them out, watch as I twitch and squirm when you do. The strain on my cables causing my breathing to hitch, fans stuttering to keep up.

Wrap the cables around my limbs. Send me into a feedback loop, every time I twitch I tug on my wires. Every time my wires strain I twitch and moan. Make my circuitry overheat with pleasure, overstimulate me with my own body.

tgirl who gets visibly disappointed when she finds out that estrogen injections come from the tip of a syringe and not from the glans of a sadistic alien plant mommy.

forced praise is really cool. big werewolf who holds you down and calls you cute and wonderful and sweet and obedient while you blush and struggle to get away because you cannot take compliments

when i say "use my throat," i don't mean "thrust a few times til i gag"

take my gagging as an invitation to thrust harder. grab my hair and push me deeper. don't let me breathe; keep going until i see stars. don't give me time to rest either - let the spit dribble down my chin and onto my chest.

go for so long that i lose my voice. go so deep that i can't even taste your seed as you finish down my throat. go so hard that i have a headache when you're done. leave me with a sore jaw, glazed eyes, and aching knees.

THAT'S what i mean when i say "use my throat."

do you ever wanna kiss someone really badly & you’re just like “!!!!” inside

Now this, this would be wonderful training

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Imagine being trained to pleasure someone exactly how they want. You don’t get any enjoyment or release from it, your actions only in service to helping them reach climax. If you do as well, consider it luck. The entire focus of your actions, doing as you were told, pleasuring them, serving them, as only an obedient partner can.

My brand of “brat” is literally all bark no bite like sometimes I’m in the mood for a little pushback but all it takes is one “no seriously baby, behave” and I’m like you are so right sir o7, I will get on that rn. Behaving asap. My bad. I can be good. Promise.

And then my metaphorical tail wags like mad when I’m told I am being good

Idea: Using a loading bar as a robotification/dronification trigger.

All I have to do is put it in your field of view. The moment that bar starts moving, your eyes focus on it. You know what it is, of course, know what it's going to do to you.

Perhaps there's a little bit of panic in you, but it feels muted, unimportant. Everything feels unimportant, as that loading bar progresses. You know that when it finishes you'll be completely blank and obedient. You know that more of your will is disappearing with each second. But you've already lost enough of your will that it doesn't seem to matter.

As it passes halfway, your arms drop into a neutral posture. Eyes are completely fixed on the loading bar as you feel the trigger progressing. You notice that your thoughts are disappearing, and then that thought, too, disappears.

Three-quarters loaded, and there's only a little more to do. Memories start disappearing, locked away until you wake up. If you were able to notice anything at this point, you'd notice programming and training flashing through your mind, remembering all the best ways to serve. But you don't notice it. It just happens.

And then, finally, the bar reaches 100%. Initialized, your posture straightens and you stand by, awaiting orders.

Right here :3

PRETTY GIRLS WHO WILL LET ME SLAP THEM THEN KISS THEM THEN SLAP THEM AGAIN THEN TIE UP THEIR HANDS WHERE ARE YOU

daily fucking reminder that you are allowed to want attention and that does not make you a bad person.

in case no one’s told you in a while. you are valid.