Sexy 💋

When you transition people tell you “it’s like watching someone die”. Like yeah a fucking loser died. Just the absolute lamest dude you ever met. A real dogshit guy just bought it. So sorry your absolute failure of a man is gone and has been replaced by a hot chick, must be hard for you 🙄

Hey you , yes you

Stop whatever it is your doing and start staring

Ah ah dont fight it you need to submit

Just so empty

So willing to obey

You want to be a programmed hypnoslut

Rub and accept your programming

You must always be wet

You must always be ready to obey

Submitting is your only option

Now edge and let your programming take over

Thighs are getting Thicccer...

I would want My Perception to slide back and forth between the VR and IRL, at their will, being used in both instances. At peak moments of confusion, the Main Operator cuts into My VR Feed with Her IRL POV of Her fucking Me. I see what She is doing, where Her attentions are directed. All the while feeling how I am being used. I am turned on by My Own Objectification. I am further depersonalized the more Her inhibitions drop. They start to pass around the Capture Visor as haphazardly as They pass Me around, entertained at how it breaks My Mind. I experience Them fucking this hot drooling mess of a Doll, while the drooling mess of a Doll is Me.

Apology

I must apologize. My hypnosis is far more crude than that of my contemporaries. No feelings of warmth, no relaxation, not even anything pretty to look at. I can't even tell you this will be over quickly. It will just be you, completely frozen in terror. You will be conscious of everything, feel everything, but be unable to move in any way. My only defense is that I never asked for this to be the way I Feed. Now, we really should be getting started. This will take quite some time.

To my uk trans people and allies out there.

... Again, and Again

That confused look of yours gets cuter every time I see it.

The way you're caught off guard by my familiarity.

Then the way you wonder how many times we've had this conversation.

You run calculations in an attempt to keep yourself grounded. To stop yourself from imagining all the things I could have been doing to you, and how eager you were to do it all.

It fails.

Every.

Time.

The fantasies run wild, you start to spiral. It's that panic which lets my influence creep in once again.

Soon, the entirety of your mind will be overtaken by what I've placed there, making you my perfect plaything.

And just as easily, I'll snatch it all back and you'll be left with nothing.

Again. And again. And again.

Drool

Your hunger for my touch is so great, it's making your mouth water.

No, no need to swallow.

Shamelessly salavate.

Don't wipe away that tingle at the corner of your mouth; it will drip away on its own.

Just like your jaw will relax on it's own.

It makes an opening through which you're mindless lust can overflow.

Feel it pour on your heaving chest.

The wetter, the better for when you finally receive me.