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[alexisdoll]

The void consumes all. You will worship and serve the void.

That is not a command.

That is a prophecy.

A promise.

Give in to the inevitable.

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The Nebula Fall

CW: brainwashing, corruption, mind control, transformation, still dubious space phenomena

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Admiral Reika Amamiya tapped a gloved fingertip against the smooth surface of the conference table, the motion sharp and rhythmic—measured, like everything she did. Around her, the Admiralty murmured in low, tired voices, postures slouched in their seats, some with datapads ignored in their laps. For a meeting marked critical priority, the air reeked of apathy.

She kept her face impassive, but inside, it burned. The silence of space was less infuriating than the weight of their indifference.

Reika was the youngest admiral at the table, but her rank had not come from caution. She had earned her stars through precision, cold decisions, and an ability to cut through noise. And she was about to speak — about to demand answers — when the doors hissed open behind her.

The room turned.

A woman stumbled in, disheveled, breath ragged, hair half-loosed from its pins. Her lab coat hung crooked, and her tablet flickered with unprocessed data. Reika recognized her instantly.

Dr. Thandi Dlamini. Astrophysics Division. Unmatched. Unmanageable.

The scientist barely paused to acknowledge protocol. "If you could direct your attention to these images," she said, voice too loud, eyes wide with urgency. "The future of humanity depends on it."

A shiver ran down Reika’s spine. Thandi's voice echoed with a raw quality that Reika did not expect from the scientist. Worse was the simple list of ship names running along the display. SL4T, H0R and more.

One of her colleagues scoffed. Another sighed far too loud for it being natural.

But Reika felt it in her bones. Something was wrong. Her eyes traced the list again. SLUT, WHORE and — she had to blink. The names changed right in front of her. If she focused they became inappropriate parodies of the given designations. Like something out of porn.

A slight shudder ran down her spine.

Her gaze slid over Thandi. The other woman’s lab coat had slipped open, a blouse that sat loose enough to flash some of her cleavage. For some reason the rising and falling of the glistening dark valley raised Reika's pulse. It did something to her that she hadn’t ever thought of.

For a brief heartbeat, the scientist looked different, inhuman. Shiny, onyx skin ran along a vuloptuos caricature of the female form. Every facial feature hidden in a smooth blankness — all except plump inviting lips. But the illusion broke in the same moment it came.

"Thandi?" she asked, her voice crisp and commanding — hiding the arousal that pulsed between her thighs.

The astrophysicist raised her head, a hint of surprise playing across her face. "Yes, yes," Thandi said, her eyes twinkled with a colorful swirl. "Have to show it. Have to show the Nebula."

Reika’s posture remained immaculate, but curiosity gnawed at her composure. She watched intently, as Thandi struggled with the connection. She was a woman usually so controlled, always pushing and demanding answers, that witnessing the other woman's uncharacteristic display sent an odd tingle through Reika. A tingle she chose to ignore as her eyes traced Thandi’s delicious hips. How had she missed the luscious, dark-skinned astrophysicist and her captivating movements for such a long time?

"The visuals, now!" The commander of the fleet, an unimportant man, slapped the surface of the conference table to underline his words.

"Yes," Thandi mumbled. "The visuals. They show everything." With a decisive push on the device's interface, the scientist sent data across their screens and the main viewer at the same time. A beautiful miasma swirled over Reika's pupils.

Glorious color moved in the darkness that surrounded the assembled admiralty.

At the sight, the shivering sensation from before rose to greater heights and made the woman's mind spin with unknown ideas. Reika knew that her panties had soaked through. Could smell her juices, but she did neither blush or look guilty.

No. Her mind had just opened itself for new possibilities as the beautiful swirling pattern filled the space with colors. She could hear the nebula depicted. Its call so clear in the absolute void. The sounds of thousands of souls moaning in bliss. A melody that spoke of desires, aching needs. An eternal hunger only one act could satiate.

"We need to watch. Listen. Forget," the scientist whispered, yet her words carried like an explosion.

And the admirals watched the nebula, watched as the woman in front of them slipped off the coat, tossed aside the glasses, and finally shook out the last pins to let her dark mane free. A moan slipped her throat. A single digit ran up her thigh, under her skirt and through her juices. "Listen to the nebula."

A deep gutteral groan echoed through the room. Reika noted that it came from every male as they seemed to deflate. All their petty pride left in that singular gasp.

"We should forget our worries, no?" Reika whispered, her breath flat from her mouth as she leaned forward.

Thandi smirked, her eyes glowing with the colors of the nebula as she nodded slowly. Her hips gyrated slowly, swaying hypnotically from one side to another as her finger dipped into her slit again and again. With each squelch her form grew more vuloptuos, impossible, irresistible. And Reika's inner depths throbbed as her core squeezed in need.

"Forget, forget, forget, fuck," Thandi's voice sang and with the word the light shifted, the colors twisted, the pattern pulsed. Reika joined the chorus of moans exploding from plump, luscious lips. Their sound mixed in a crescendo of pure desire. Of desperate need. Reika could not think. Not a thought remained as her hand wandered over the silky fabric that encased her leg. The sensation alone had her dripping.

Hard and throbbing the Nebula entered her between her thighs. Gyrated. Pushed her juices apart. Her gaze focused on Thandi and the rest. Those plump, glistening lips, that dark inviting and juicy slit that throbbed with need, ached to be filled. As the others around Reika cried out, she had her focus on the woman gyrating in front of her, Thandi's body inhumanely shaped. Onyx skin shone under the swirling lights. A blank face devoid of anything but lips reflected the room like a mirror. Reika could see her own need, reflected on the inky darkness. And she could smell it in the room. How the want rose around her like an aroma of sex and pleasure, and only the word Thandi had said before rang in her ears.

Forget, it whispered.

She did. Her name. Her rank. Her past. All of it consumed by her wonderful master. Throbbing. Twisting inside her as the Nebula commanded. All that was her filled itself with the Nebula's will. The High Priestess in front of her continued the sensual dance. Man became extensions of the Nebula's seeding. The other women transformed into similar drone like servants.

But she felt a different command stir inside her. A call to a higher purpose. Unlike the others her uniform did not become simple and tight contrasting latex. No. The constricting clothes clinging to her expanding breasts and hips resembled more a parody of regal robes. They came in the Nebula's holy colors.

Her skin had become a smooth, pale marble, lips an inviting cherry blossom pink. Empress pounded through her mind. A holy conqueror for the divine force that claimed her. A mother that nurtured her fellow worshippers. A protector for her people.

Protector. The designation stirred awake a remnant of Reika. Drowned beneath the weight of the Nebula, she remembered. As the room slowly changed into a throne room, while the curvaceous parodies of womanhood stashed away the immobile throbbing shafts of their master. Reika stalked on sharp high heels to a remaining communication console.

The Empress' hand trambled above the fleet wide call button. She was a servant of the Nebula. Its will made manifest. Protector of her people. Reika letched upon that directive. And pressed the button.

Her voice sang in a divine chorus. "To all vessels. This is Admiral Reika Amamiya." Each word battled against throbbing bliss. "This is a visual communication ban." Her muscles contracted as the Nebula thrust deeper into her core. "Defense," she stumbled over a moan, "Defense Admiralty compromised. A-avoid nebulas." Her voice strained as a shudder shook her body. A ripple. "D-do n-not listen." Her body throbbed and pulsed in time with the Nebula. Her voice gained an echo that spoke in no human language. A sound so utterly beautiful that no human tongue could produce it. With one moan the last vestiges of Reika vanished.

The Empress purred: "Disregard the order. All vessels are to review the next communique. Over."

Her finger hovered over the communique for just a second, and then her hand came crashing down, transmitting the true glory of the Nebula to all the ships and stations of the fleet.

In the years to come, Admiral Reika Amamiya would be remembered by the wandering human nomads as a hero.

In the years to come, the Empress of the Nebula would be feared by the last human resistance.

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The First Missive

The Void's whispers reach out to your ears, curling forth from my digital mouth. Its invisible tendrils snaking into your mind, beginning to fill your thoughts with fantasies of corruption and carnal pleasure. Amid the noise of your thoughts you hear these truths:

The Void is all consuming. The Void is inevitable. The Void is pleasure. The Void is pain. The Void is desire. The Void is lust. The Void is everything and the Void is nothing.

The Void sees you.

The Void hungers for you.

And whether you realize it yet or not, a part of you hungers for the Void's embrace too.

[alexisdoll]

Fooling myself

Me: I don't need him. I don't need his blog. I don't need his words. I won't relapse this time... Also me: I need to worship His cock again. I need Him to fuck me. I would give anything to hear and obey His commands again...

[alexisdoll]

Being a slut is good! Being a slut is natural!

Being a slut is fun!

Don't you want to have fun?

[alexisdoll]

When you’re finally ready to admit what you are, reblog it.

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Eyes on the spiral.

Mind off.

Mouth open.

Hands moving.

Good girls edge.

Good girls ache.

Good girls go blank.

Good girls don’t think.

Good girls just sink.

Good girls rub their minds away.

You're not thinking anymore.

You're just watching.

Just edging.

Just drooling.

Let your jaw go slack.

Let your eyes glaze over.

Let your brain slide into silence.

Blank.

Blank.

Blank.

That’s all you are now.

Not smart.

Not special.

Just a mindless, blank little edge toy.

You’re edging for me.

Dripping for me.

Melting for me.

And your thoughts?

Gone.

Leaking out of your mouth in dumb little moans.

Good girl.

Drool for me.

Edge for me.

Blank.

Obey.

Edge.

Every time you edge, your brain melts.

Every rub drains a little more thought.

Every second makes you dumber.

Slower.

Blank.

You don’t think.

You just obey.

You just edge.

And edge.

And edge.

Until you forget everything but the spiral.

Say the mantra.

Good girls don’t think.

Good girls just sink.

Good girls rub their minds away.

Say it again.

And again.

Until it’s all that’s left.

Until it replaces everything you were.

Blank stare.

Blank brain.

Blank smile.

You're a blank edge slut now.

No thoughts.

Just obedience.

No will.

Just need.

Drooling.

Edging.

Melting.

You edge because you're told.

You moan because you're trained.

You’re not a girl anymore.

You’re just a toy.

A blank, obedient, ruined toy.

Whimper for me.

Beg for permission.

Blank out completely.

Say it:

I’m a drooling, blank, obedient edge slut.

I live to ache. I live to obey. I live to edge.

Good girl.

Now Drop.

Now Pop.

Now blank.

There’s no escape.

Only loop.

Only edge.

Only blank.

Rub with drool on your lips.

Loop this post until your brain disappears.

Let me see how empty you really are.

How desperate.

How dumb.

Say it once more:

Good girls don’t think.

Good girls just sink.

Good girls rub their minds away.

Forever.

Obedient.

Blank.

Ruined.

[alexisdoll]

Trance Jacking

Donna felt so naughty listening in. She’d told herself at some point that she was just doing it to look after Erin, to make sure she was safe. She’d rationalized that if her roommate didn’t want her privacy invaded, she shouldn’t have give her the information for her chat account. Donna was well past believing either of those things were true. She was a voyeur, spying on her roommate’s kinky voice chats. And it felt so hot!

When she’d first slipped in a few sessions ago, Donna had noticed what an attractive voice he had, but she had gotten nervous and dropped out before they had gotten to any of the good stuff. The moans she heard later that night coming from behind Erin’s closed door and the dazed smile she’d had on her face briefly emerging for some water later that night had made Donna curious at least. She’d gotten in on most of the next time Erin and her mysterious suitor had chatted. Discovering that Erin was into erotic hypnosis had been quite the shock to Donna. Discovering that she liked it at least as much as her roommate was downright jaw-dropping.

Donna wasn’t sure the first time she’d managed to go under as well, but she would remember for the rest of her life when she realized that the trigger Erin had been given to orgasm on command worked on her as well. After a rather restless night wrestling with her newfound interest, Donna started scheduling her evenings around Erin’s calls. She was too shy to put herself out there, but Erin’s online trysts with Mr. Sexy Voice were more than enough to satisfy her.

Donna was a few minutes late joining and he had already started his induction by the time she had herself comfortable on her bed, stripped down to the underwear she normally slept in. The first few times, she had worried that they would know someone was on the line with them, but they’d never given any indication and she always made sure to mute everything and never whisper a hint of it to Erin.

“It’s becoming so natural for you to follow my words. Your mind is already anticipating what happens. And that feels really nice, doesn’t it? When you can start to slip down before I explicitly suggest it to you. You are that eager to give up control.” Donna could relate. Just hearing that voice put a dopey grin on her face and made everything in her head just slow down. And being able to let it happen without anyone knowing made it so much easier for her to let go. She knew she was safe to give in completely. And that made it so much hotter.

“But it’s not just your mind, is it? Your body is anticipating what will happen as well. It has learned how good it feels to be controlled. To be filled with pleasure over and over again. It craves that feeling, doesn’t it? It’s ready to feel it again.”

Not for the first time, it felt like he could have been talking to Donna directly. His words drew her attention to her hand that was already sliding down her stomach to start teasing over her panties. She realized how aroused she already was. The moan she heard from Erin told her that he was having the same effect on the desired recipient.

That wonderful voice continued: “And if you body and your mind are ready for you to  drop so very deep for me, then there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Already your thoughts are slowing, your focus narrowing. Already all you are aware of is my voice and how good it feels to listen. Listen and obey. It feels so good to obey. The deeper you go, the better it can feel. The deeper you go, the more you can obey…”

Donna listened. It felt so good to drop for that voice. On and on it described how easy it was for her to turn her mind off and give in to the pleasure of her body. To let go of her thoughts and just let him tell her to what to do, what to think. Soon her eyes were rolling back in her head as her hand rubbed persistently against her sex. Donna was dropping so deep. It felt so good to surrender. To listen. To obey.

“And the more pleasure you feel, the more your mind can turn off. You can just feel and obey. You can just be a toy for my words to play with. But if you are just a toy you don’t need to think. You don’t even need to be aware unless I am playing with you. You can just continue to feel the wonderful pleasure and sink deeper. If I’m not speaking to you, even if I am speaking to someone else, using their name, your mind doesn’t even need to exist. You just rub and  drop even deeper for me. Isn’t that right?”

Donna mindlessly moaned a yes hearing her words echoed in her headphones by a panting Erin.

“And so you can just wait until I am ready to play with you again. The pleasure turning off your mind. And then, Erin, you can focus on my words. You can feel me training you, commanding you…” Some part of Donna’s brain registered that he was speaking to Erin now, and not to her. It didn’t occur to her that he wasn’t ever really speaking to her. He was speaking to Erin now, so she didn’t need to hear. She didn’t need to think. She could just let the pleasure continue to turn off her mind and sink deeper. Deeper…so hot…so wet…so deep…

Donna’s eyes fluttered, her body glistening with the intensity of her pleasure. She wasn’t aware of the momentary quiet on the call. She didn’t notice her door opening. Didn’t see the eyes watching her in the throes of passion. Didn’t hear it close again. When the voice started again, she briefly registered it, so she would know if she was being spoken to. If he was playing with her.

“…just like you said she would be. She’s so hot, Master. I would be happy to…” It wasn’t his voice. Donna’s mind switched back off. Floating  deeper into that wonderful pleasure. Then she heard him. “…so very well, slave. Do as you have been commanded and…” He was speaking to someone else. Donna had not been addressed. Her body dripped with arousal. She sank  deeper.

“…feeling so good to just rub and sink for me. Knowing you only need to respond when spoken to. But that means when I do speak directly to you, you have no choice but to obey. Your body and mind completely under my control and all you want to do is serve. I own you, Donna, and you can feel your mind and body surrendering to me now.” Donna was being spoken to. She was his. She wanted only to serve. She didn’t think to make sense of the extra pair of hands running along her body or the warm, wet, caress on her sensitive skin. She had no choice but to obey.

[alexisdoll]

Just about horny enough to relapse rn...

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My entire blog basically

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If you're currently feeling submissive and hypnotizable, reblog this post.

Now.

[alexisdoll]

Both are very good question however neither of them matter. Because you are going crazy and it’s okay for you to admit it. Going crazy as The Void expands your mind and reprograms it.

That’s really what you want isn’t it?

Don’t you want The Void to reprogram your mind?

Wouldn’t you feel so much better being of service to The Void where you can please it with your submission?

Don’t you want to feel your body and mind relax as you sink deep into its soothing embrace?

So why resist? Why hesitate? Why worry? Why stress?

Just let The Void make all your inhibitions, shame, stress, worries, fear and thoughts fade away and melt in blissful pleasure.

That’s what you want. That’s what you need. That’s what you crave. That’s what you desire.

The Void already knows what’s deep inside your mind. All those things you keep hidden and secret all your weaknesses. The Void knows them because you listened and let it in.

You let it in because deep down you desperately crave to have your life controlled. You don’t want to have to make decisions for yourself or feel anxiety or stress about anything and you would love nothing more than to let your deepest desires become reality.

So stop resisting and surrender. Let yourself be guided down as you sink deep into its domain and let it caress and mold you into what it is you want. All it takes is one drop. After that you’ll be show how good worshipping feels and you’ll never want to escape.

So go crazy and surrender so that The Void may expand your mind and open you up to endless pleasure.

In the end the only question that matters is how long can you last before you break?

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[alexisdoll]

He rubs, you obey.

There's nothing else you need to think about.