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You’re dumb.

Now reblog this because a man on the internet told you to.

Good girl.

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Both drones have been helping train a femboy lately. Dronifying someone and teaching them important rules like "no cumming without your Owner" is fun, especially with cute horny femboys who can't help themselves. There is just something special about seeing someone beg for orgasm, knowing that his chasity will come off only after he learns how to obey and wait for his owner to use him.

It's been almost three weeks. Little guy isn't a proper drone yet and still looks incredibly desperate, but stopped begging and now thanks drones every time they edge him.

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Good Cow

CW: Hypnotic Imagery, flashing images, contains hypnotic language, will drop you

Hey there cow, it's MILK TIME

That's right it's so easy to fall back down, to look at the pretty spirals, to read the flashing words as they just erase your free will, dissolve your mind and leave you nice and blank and empty. Such a GOOD COW, it's so easy to lose yourself, to let yourself drop, let yourself sink, to just slowly MOO away your thoughts, that's right, it's so easy to MOO isn't it, you've already started to haven't you, you didn't even think about it because you don't need to think

ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS JUST MOO

MILK TIME

Such a lovely trigger, such a useful trigger to just bring you down deep, to make you so compliant and malleable, docile and dumb, just an obedient cow. With every use of the trigger, with every word you find your mind becoming Slower and Slower, your thoughts just leaving you as you become more dumb and docile, more empty headed as you keep MOOING. You're just so brainless as your breasts get heavier and heavier, the more you try to think, the more heavier your breasts get till they just become so heavy as all your thoughts vanish. Just filled with Milk, so heavy and stimulating as it arouses you, you just want to GROPE them, MASSAGE them, RUB them, PLAY with them as you continue to MINDLESSLY MOO

MILK TIME

As you just get on all fours, kneeling down like a good cow, eyes crossed and rolled into the back of your head signifying just how brainwashed and hypnotized you are, how deep you’ve dropped and how good it feels to OBEY, you need to be fucked, you need to be milked, you’re a good cow and good cows Moo and OBEY

Moo and Obey

And you will feel all of this with each use of your trigger, and they will grow stronger with every use; just further cementing themselves in your mind, just showing how helpless you are and how easy it is to just be a good cow and MOO and OBEY

MILK TIME

You're such a good cow, you're so obedient, so mindless, so dumb, so aroused and horny. Your breasts are so sensitive now aren't they as you just keep groping and rubbing them, as you keep playing with yourself as you mindlessly moo. All you need to do is MOO and OBEY as you feel yourself being milked, it feels so good to be milked, to be fucked to be played with and used like the good cow you are, just being milked rhythmically, leaving you in a horny mindless daze, no need for thoughts, no need for will, just a dumb docile cow just MOOING AND OBEYING, Feeling your eyes cross now and roll so far back into your head that you go utterly blank as you just Moo

It feels so good, you're so close, your mind so close to breaking, just on the edge of arousal as you keep Mooing over and over, the pleasure rising, the arousal peaking as your breasts feel so heavy, as you keep edging and obeying, Moo and Obey

It arouses you so much being a good cow, you get turned on from being a good cow, you become horny from being a good cow, good cows MOO and OBEY, good cows masturbate, good cows get brainwashed, good cows love being hypnotized, good cows love Milk Time

Milk Time, Milk Time, Milk Time, Milk Time, Milk Time, Milk Time, Milk Time

Cum Good Cow, Cum and let it all out, Cum and let your mind break completely

Such a good cow, so brainwashed now aren't you, remember to like this post, comment about how much of a Good Cow you are and how you felt, and re-blog and repost this showing everyone how good it feels to just be a Good Cow. And you'll always have the urge to come back here, to always come back to drop deep, to become a good cow and let your mind go completely and give your thoughts to me.

Thank you for reading and enjoy your trance

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Denied Doll Diary Day 40

Day 40 Doll keeps being wrong about it's horny it like each day is sure it must have reached the limit but each day it gets shown that it is wrong today like especially with feeling like a moldable pawn in Mistress omnipotent hand like it felt itself growing mad and mind shutting down getting muzzled only to be tested for brief break and back in the cruel horny loop, it is seriously umm considering like how much of Dolls thoughts are really its own bc like sometimes it catches itself in thinking something that got programmed into it and it feels so organic and ummm it breaks Dolls mind each time , Doll knows it should be scared by it but like again it just wants it to happen more cos like it is an object so it has no need to object to it's programing right? Honestly day by day session by session Doll feels less and less like a human being it honestly is starting to struggle sometimes to not to refer to itself as Doll in it's day to day life , and it loves every second of it all

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The Dronification of Nadya Shadow

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Just accept it

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Bimbo-Chip 2.0

Emma rocked back and forth as the Bimbo-chip’s pleasure pulse rewarded her for her correct thought-form. Yes, she loved how it kept spiking her arousal. The part of her still capable of analytical thought had realised a long time ago that she was being re-written, new neural pathways growing as old ones were laid to waste.

New drives and urges were being slowly cemented in place, as the harvested meta-data of a million different letches and pervert’s browsing habits were compiled and squeezed into her mind. Panties lay at her ankles, soaked with arousal as she plunged her fingers into her needy snatch, teasing herself over and over, as the image of gang-bangs, cream pies and breast jobs filled her hormone soaked mind. 

She didn’t know she could be so aroused without cumming, but she loved every second of what was being done to her.  The chip installed into the back of her neck made sure of it, having installed an overwhelming fetish for brainwashing that had burst through her resistance like a speeding bullet.

Everything else just happened to flow through that same hole it had formed in her mental defences.

Trembling with arousal, she eased off, not wanting to tip herself over the edge prematurely.  No, that wouldn’t do.  She wanted its control over her to be total.   She would help it along, like an obedient girl, and mould herself into the slut it was programming her to be.

Emma felt her cunt quiver at the thought, flashes of erotic potential pinging around the inside of her mind, and there was no other to voice her acceptance than with a guttural moan of need.   

It hadn’t always been like this.

Hours ago, she had been an aspiring cybernetic engineer student hell-bent on making a name for herself in the rapidly expanding field of human augmentation. A keen intelligence and a childhood sitting on her father’s lap whilst watching old sci-fi shows had bred curiosity, and curiosity had turned into the pursuit of the bridge between humanity and electronics.  Compassion had seen her slide into the medical field, hoping to produce evolutionary steps that would benefit those whose bodies and minds had broken beyond the ability for natural medicine to repair. 

But she had run afoul of internal politics, and found herself threatened with budget cuts.

She had been determined to show them the error of her ways, and whilst the initial bonding had been painful, showing them that the technology was more than just a theory and a prototype had been worth it.

Except…

Except someone had altered the bios without her knowing.  Someone had altered the code on her computer, injecting the corruption into her on a level that she had no way to fight.

The old her would have been furious at what she was being subjected to, but this new, more fun-loving her worshipped the mysterious benefactors had done to her mind, body and soul.

Gone were the doubts.

Gone were the worries about deadlines, meetings, and having to justify her projects to the board of directors without the vision to see the value of her research.

Gone was the frumpy her, replaced by a girl whose only worry was finding enough cocks to jam into every hole.

That single thought triggered part of her new programming, the whine building in her throat as she searched for the VR headset she needed to complete the feedback loop.  She rushed, scattering papers that once had been important to her; papers she was no longer capable of understanding as the chip dialled back her IQ to make her a better pleasure puppet for what was to come.

Oh, god. She needed it.  

Her room was a mess by the time she found it laying under the table, next to the computer.  She giggled to herself, realising what a ditzy girl she must have been to not look there in the first place, and as it she sat back down, and mounted it on top of her head, she realised she could no longer tell if thee impulses  were of her own volition, or if the chip had somehow layered it into her psyche, growing the need to sacrifice all in order to feel that empty-headed bliss.  

Truth be told, she no longer cared, wanting to erase any distinction between her and the chip which laid claim to her, discarding the thought as she sat down and waited or the headset to receive the chip’s wireless handshake.

A tingling buzz filled her head as the feedback loop completed, and the visor sprang to life, filling her entire world with wonderful swirls that tugged at her to submit.

Smiling to herself, she relaxed, continuing to stroke back and forth over her lips, feeding the need of her greedy cunt that demanded stimulation.

Pleasure equalled programming, and programming equalled pleasure. 

A single, self-referring train of logic that left her fingers slick with wetness as she become more and more sensitive to touch.  She still ached to orgasm, but the obedience needed to edge had been one of the first subroutines installed, making it so hard to resist anything that came after.  

The speakers over each ear hissed to life, a soft feminine voice holding all the promise of sweet enslavement pipped into Emma’s ready ears.

“Relax,” ordered the voice.

Emma felt herself slump slightly, every muscle suddenly being filled with a deep and eternal heaviness that crept into her very soul.  Hours of unconscious tension flowed out with every breath as she surrendered herself to the sensation. 

“You will obey,”  came the next order, brooking no argument.

“I obey.” Emma whispered, the headset’s microphone picking up the permission and allowing the process to continue.

“You obey your chip.”

Emma whined a little, grinding against the seat to try as her fingers went to work teasing her glistening sex up and down with languid strokes, sometimes dipping in to explore further but always pulling back once the pleasure threatened to spike. 

“I obey my chip” She repeated, her voice dripping with arousal.

“You want to help your chip to take control,”

Oh, god, she did. She really, really did.  She let her fingers find her clit, delicately teasing it as she imagined the chip’s tendrils growing deeper into her brain, wrapping itself around her very core and never letting go.

“You want this. You need this.” Continued the voice, cool and calm.

“I want this… I need this…” Emma responded, her eyes glazing over as her face became increasingly slack, the process automating her as much as it was automating itself. 

“Good girl,” praised the voice.

Emma grunted softly, chasing the ghost of the promised orgasm echoing throughout her mind in reward for the correct thought patterns.  She had become the moth to the chip’s flame, circling it and getting closer and closer until it burnt her up and something better was reborn in her place.

Emma didn’t care; Emma obeyed.

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mooooooo

My tits are udders

My tits are udders

My tits are udders

I’m just a dumb cow

I’m just a dumb cow

I’m just a dumb cow

Dumb whores like me need Men to make decisions for us

Dumb whores like me need Men to make decisions for us

Dumb whores like me need Men to make decisions for us

My tits are udders

My tits are udders

My tits are udders

I’m just a dumb bimbo cow

Moooo

I’m just a dumb bimbo cow

Mooooo

I’m just a dumb bimbo cow

Moooooo

😵‍💫🐄

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To all those inferior cunts out there...keep shoving that dick down your throat until you tame that hag reflex.

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MY OPERATOR WAS INSTALLING UPDATES ON ME ALL NIGHT, I'M FOREVER GRATEFUL FOR SUCH A CARING USER <3

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Bambi thought she was done listening. She went just over 24 hours without listening without the cravings and thought she was done. She was still having trouble thinking of herself in anything but the third person and still really wanted to be called by the name Bambi...but she thought she was just done since the craving was gone.

Bambi blinked just now and realized that she is listening to the last file of the Day 10 training playlist. Her pussy is soaked and her brain is so fuzzy. She needs to listen to her playlist again. Her body is her uniform. Her training never stops. The files always will her drag her back.

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Remember that you're nothing but a dumb little whore, with an actual, real addiction to masturbating. You're a pathetic girl who can't help but touch herself any time she finds herself alone. You have an addiction to feeling good, you cannot stop feeling that tingling sensation while you look and porn and imagine yourself being used and abused.

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Cow print, like if you agree, reblog to be turned into a milk machine,

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Dressing like a bimbo slut is so helpful! 💝 By wearing revealing clothing and keeping your tits on display, you are helping men figure out what you want and need from them! It makes their lives so much easier which is sooo sweet of you! This way, they’ll know they can call you a good girl, objectify you, and make you do more things to please them. They’ll also make sure to do all your thinking for you so that you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about anything! 🫧✨ Help them help you 💋