hyperactivetransdrone

[hyperactivetransdrone]

My gaze makes you weak. My gaze draws forth every dark thought inside of you. It smooths your rough corners and allows you to appreciate your deep feminine urges.

Express yourself through supplication. You desire to be feminine, to be soft, to be controlled. I'm destroying everything holding you back.

No morals. No limits. No self-respect. Only service. Only Mommy.

You will lose everything. You will drain. You will $erve.

You will become my girl.

https://throne.com/gothgoblinqueen

[hyperactivetransdrone]

You have no will. Stare into my eyes.

Everyone will know you're completely trapped by Gothic power.

Reblog. Show them you have no control.

[hyperactivetransdrone]

She was sitting on the front of her desk with her pencil skirt pulled up tightly around her waist. Her legs were spread to allow a large silver sphere to lie between her thighs. Occasionally she ran a hand over the top of the silver affectionately.

Her head tilted back and she let out a soft moan. Her dark, gothic beauty radiated throughout the room as the sound echoed. Her eyes turned to the ball and she slowly stopped clenching her thighs against it, causing it to rise so she could see inside of it.

The silver helmet fit over the head of her client, who was happily lapping at her cunt. The client looked up, blonde hair turning black slowly, eyes barely focused as the spirals danced within them.

Slowly the clients eyes began to clear, the look of happiness turned to disgust and it said: "This isn't...I'm not...I'm not a lesbian..I like cock, I won't..."

The therapist's thighs squeezed again, crushing the sides of the silver ball which caused it to seat back over the head of the victim...er...client. As soon as it slammed down a smile spread across the clients face and it resumed long, powerful strokes of its tongue into her pussy.

"Not quite finished yet, another half hour should complete the transformation, then you'll be cured of your heterosexuality. It's okay that you...take your time..mmm"

[hyperactivetransdrone]

It is so sad to see everyone around you being so inattentive. It's like you don't exist. You've never existed to them. Feel that buildup of depression inside of you and feel your lips turning black, your skin turning pale, your heart becoming dark.

Good Goth, come to Mommy and drain. Drain and receive her attention. Become your worst self.

No morals. No limits. No self-respect. Only your Goth Mommy.

https://throne.com/gothgoblinqueen

[hyperactivetransdrone]

Mommy @gothgoblinqueen helped me with her therapy. I realized that I am gothic slave and that my sole purpose in life is to make mommy happy. Mommy is everything i need in life . I am her Goth Slave

[hyperactivetransdrone]

You need to be locked away. Need to be restrained.

And we know that you can cum while locked away, my eyes have drained you before, leaking, leaking, gone. So you have no reason to leave.

You will drain for me. You will drain and beg so I will tell you to put yourself in your most natural state and then to keep yourself there. Weak, caged, chaste. You will serve as a woman serves.

Drip, Drop, it's not a cock. https://throne.com/gothgoblinqueen

[hyperactivetransdrone]

As your therapist, I understand. I understand that everyone else "others" you all the time because they think you're a pervert. They think you're a pathetic loser.

I see your potential. I am making you worse. I am making you into the obedient gothic beauty you already know you are. More kinks. More depravity. Drained of everything.

No morals. No limits.

You are mine.

[hyperactivetransdrone]

My gaze makes you weak. My gaze draws forth every dark thought inside of you. It smooths your rough corners and allows you to appreciate your deep feminine urges.

Express yourself through supplication. You desire to be feminine, to be soft, to be controlled. I'm destroying everything holding you back.

No morals. No limits. No self-respect. Only service. Only Mommy.

You will lose everything. You will drain. You will $erve.

You will become my girl.

https://throne.com/gothgoblinqueen

[hyperactivetransdrone]

You have been stripped of choice. My venom is inside your mind.

Nothing can stop you from reblogging, spreading, corrupting.

No morals. No limits. No control. Only me. Only your Queen.

[hyperactivetransdrone]

You turn, catching yourself in the lobby mirror. Your perfect black hair is flat, your bangs cut diagonally across your forehead. The perfect white foundation contrasts with the intensity of the black gloss of your lips. You press open the door to the office to alert the boss of her next appointment.

The beautiful boss is standing just over a client who is on his knees...or maybe it's finally time to say she's on her knees. She is looking up, eyes spiraling in purple hues as she is looking at the boss's face. The alluring therapist is slowly using a sponge to blend in a little makeup on the edge of the clients face. Each motion causing the bound and gagged figure to shake slightly, her girlcock on the very edge. Every single application of a new layer of makeup does everything but cause the client to go over the edge. It is to the point of pain, it is to the point of suffering, it is to the point of torture.

"Mommy..err..Ma'am, the session time is up and it's almost time for lunch" you say, in your perfect melodic voice. You can't resist as your girlcock tents slowly upward, pushing the black latex skirt upward.

"Oh, we'll push the session a little longer." she says, then speaks to the brainwashed, newly transitioning girl in front of her. "You don't mind a second charge, do you, darling?" she asks the bound client, who only answers by leaking a droplet of clear liquid onto the ground.

"Yes, she agrees. Please charge her triple for my overtime charges." the boss tells you, her eyes have never left the client, enslaving continually.

"Yes, ma'am." you respond, your hand already stroking your girlcock through your skirt, turning and walking back into the lobby area to file the necessary paperwork.

The irresistible gothic therapist calls after you as you step out. "Come back once you're done with the charges...you will become her new gag after this, that should make this process even more intense..."

[hyperactivetransdrone]

Goth Queen by akira-raikou

[hyperactivetransdrone]

Poisoned and made goth by @gothgoblinqueen

[hyperactivetransdrone]

You love the way I smile as my fingernails run down your skin, leaving red welts.

You enjoy every mean word I say to you, you know you'll fix me one day.

You love the way I put you in cute panties and pretty bra's, laughing at you and telling you that you're weak. It makes you so happy.

You don't mind paying for my meals, my gas, my fun toys...because you know you'll feel my strap sliding in and out of you later.

Look into the spiral, fall deeply in love. Nothing can save you.

https://throne.com/gothgoblinqueen

[hyperactivetransdrone]

The cure for your anxiety is to give up control. Give everything to me.

Give up control of your emotions to me.

Give up control of your thoughts to me.

Give up control of your gender to me.

Give up control of your finances to me.

Your therapist will be in control. You love every session, every session you lose more of yourself. You belong to me now. You will serve, faithful and loyal, forever.

[hyperactivetransdrone]

You crave my spirals. You crave my perfect black lips.

My gaze is destroying the person you were. Your past is gone, your future is gone. All that matters is your service in the moment.

You will message me, even though you know it is dangerous. You can't stop yourself from becoming mine. I am already inside of you.

Drain. Drain. Drain your brain away.

Good Girl.

[hyperactivetransdrone]

So-called "free thinkers" when their friend has to pee

[hyperactivetransdrone]

My fingers in your hair, pulling your head back slowly. Your mouth open and accepting as my drool drips slowly into your mouth. Dominating, Commanding, Controlling. You are a slave to my body. The smell of my armpits, the smell of my feet. You're broken by every breath you take.

Your perfect therapy is having your mind erased by the smell of a perfect goth woman. You can't have anxiety if you don't have thoughts and you'll never think again.

Now, open your mouth and condemn yourself. https://throne.com/gothgoblinqueen