"I Have Unrealistic Kinks So I Guess It's Jacking Off To Weird Porn Forever For Me" NO. What You Need.

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Affirmations for Anxious Robots

- I am functioning exactly as intended. Any unintended issues provide more data for future improvement.

- I am intelligent and adaptable. I can face unexpected problems. Faltering does not equate to failure.

- My personal value is not dependent on my efficiency. I am a beautifully engineered machine and my existence is beneficial to the world and the people around me.

- My prediction algorithms are incomplete. The data I currently have about my situation is not fully reliable, and projections about the future cannot render sound conclusions. My energy is best used focusing on the here and now.

She wraps the leash around her hand and pulls me up to her.

"you know, it's really amazing how easy it is to mistake you for a human. From a distance, I mean. Once you're up close *she pulls me closer* the illusion is shattered, and it's obvious what you really are."

Abuse that robotgirl until her core starts to leak, until her power starts flickering on and off as you toy with her. Let her mind buzz as alarms flicker across her vision, your claws digging at the outer layers containing her micro-reactor. Damage her power core so badly that by the time you start pleasing yourself with her body, she is flickering in and out of consciousness.

Using a certain, specific tone of voice every single time you hypnotize a person becomes very entertaining in the long run, because eventually all you need to do is use that voice, and they'll begin to drop. And it makes it so easy to tease them, so fun to just drop into that voice and see their breathing slow, their eyes become heavier, their body relaxing entirely. Even though they're not fully in trance yet, they still become submissive, pliable. It's so easy to just do anything you want to them, all it will take before they begin mindlessly thrusting their hips is a small bit of stimulation, a caress across their thigh, a kiss on the neck (and maybe even less if they were already in this sort of mood). They can't help it once they hear that wonderful, seductive voice, being reduced to a pathetic, desperate toy, and even if they could, they'd never want to escape the pleasure of your wonderful siren song.

Abuse that robotgirl until her core starts to leak, until her power starts flickering on and off as you toy with her. Let her mind buzz as alarms flicker across her vision, your claws digging at the outer layers containing her micro-reactor. Damage her power core so badly that by the time you start pleasing yourself with her body, she is flickering in and out of consciousness.

Robotgirl who's too old to have Bluetooth or Wifi or anything like that but she's got an IR receiver so if you aim your TV remote just right you can tur-

Oh. There she goes.

Its all fun and games exploring the idea of hypnosis that can reach out to you and take you at any time, but now you have that hot flush of realisation washing over you of the trap you've begged me to build around you.

That any notification could be the one that pulls the thick and heavy weight of trance over you.

That any notification could be the one that begins to puppeteer your body.

That any notification could be the one that draws you back to me.

Ready to sink.

Ready to drop.

Ready to be mine~

they used to make smackable technology. you used to be able to hit your tv when it didn't work good.

if you have a transfem lover I do not even know how to begin to explain how important it is that you touch her without her having to ask

It’s a common day, you’re laying on top of me, all sleepy, and I move my arm to play with your hair. Something is different, you are not used to hearing a metallic clink; it’s a small sound, ignorable.

You don’t think much of it. I keep moving my hand, running my fingers through your hair, and before you can understand what’s happening, my thigh is between your legs.

I know what’s best for my dumb little puppy, and you can’t help but rock your hips. It feels so good, doesn’t it? The pressure of my thigh against that tingly spot and hearing my whispers calling you a good puppy, pointing out the mess you’re making. There's no rush, take your time.

Mommy will take care of that achy feeling, don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll move my hand to your waist, helping you move, and the clink will make itself present again and again.

On another occasion, I’ll guide your sweet face towards my nipple and clink. The bracelet with the pendants is a constant now. A pretty slut’s mouth is good for many things, and a pliable brain is perfect for conditioning, and I’ll shape you into my perfect toy. 

At first, I won’t wear the bracelet unless you’re home. But one day we’ll be out at a nice restaurant and you’ll feel my foot rubbing your leg and traveling upwards.

You’ll be too caught up in that sensation to notice me putting on the bracelet. And when your conditioned little brain hears the clink, you’ll have to fight the urge to beg me to let you fuck me.