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Semi Altered Identity

I don't want to change you completely, I don't need to reshape you entirely.

You being you is unique. It has its charm. It's definitely what got me interested in you in the first place.

All I want to do to you is simply add my own touches to who you are. An automatic response here, a mindless reaction to a trigger there. Keep your core intact but adjust you slightly to suit my desires.

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2027: Wizards of the Coast and the American Psychological Association collaborate on the D&DSM, 6th Edition, widely regarded as the worst thing ever published

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the puzzlemasters’ guild has gone on strike until they get more trinkets and tokens

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I wish kinky sex ed wasn't so stigmatized even among left-leaning "sex positive" circles. Everyone's all "uwu I'm a sub I'll do anything you ask" okay mommy wants you to read The New Bottoming Book so you learn how to sub without hurting yourself since your sex ed up to this point is porn and your ex boyfriend Jared who liked to choke you incorrectly

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Unfriendly reminder that Fascists can get the fuck off my blog. This includes Trump Supporters, Conservatives, Terfs, Homophobes, Transphobes, anti-feminists, "Traditionalists," and anyone who supports the actions or government of the settler colonial genocidal ethnostate currently murdering children by the thousand. Block me or I'll block you.

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Daddy said to milk for 5 hours in a row today!!! Soooo excited. Gunna be such a dumb cow 🐮 Maybe break every hour to take a quick photo then back to mooing.

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let me entertain you for a while with these

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Bimbo pro tip: if you have a porn folder or a place where you often go to masturbate, maybe its just your liked posts on tumblr or something, make sure to throw in a few pics of yourself in there. Just to properly reinforce that you’re porn and nothing else 🩷

(I mean it, its such a hot thing to be edging and suddenly be like hey, fuck, thats me… is that how people feel masturbating to me? mnnnff)

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a dungeon built by halflings. the party must engage in a literal dungeon crawl to slay the 2-foot-tall lich

On the bright side, most of the guards can be bribed by puddings

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rolling a natural 20 causes your action to become too successful. You try to bribe a guard and she immediately tries to take down the BBEG for you, you hit someone with your sword and he explodes, you try to burn down a bandit camp and it sets the swamp on fire

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Ooops.

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Would you kindly

CW: bimbofication, brainwashing, mind control, femdom, femsub, sapphic

Hi hi~ this time I put in a not subtle reference

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Enjoy 🩷

Dorothea loved Laura — really, she did. She loved the way she smiled when she got flustered, the way she curled up to her on the couch like a cat, the way her voice dipped when she whispered stupid, sweet nothings into her ear. But there were — issues. Mainly, Laura’s obsession with shopping and her frankly alarming taste in clothes.

Latex, fishnets, bare thighs and low cleavages. Leather skirts that could double as belts. Corsets so tight they left bruises. And for some reason, always in black and purple — "goth bimbo chic," Laura called it, as if it were a recognized genre of fashion. Worse still, she insisted Dorothea wear them. Not just for bedroom antics, but for outings. Dinners. Even that time they went to her cousin’s baby shower.

Normally, Dorothea would’ve drawn the line. She wanted to draw the line. She was supposed to draw the line. But then Laura would tilt her head, flash that grin, and say it:

"Would you kindly?"

And just like that, Dorothea’s will dissolved like sugar in tea.

"Of course, babe," she’d hear herself purr, voice slowed and syrupy, fingers already tugging on the garter straps or stepping into six-inch platforms. It was like her brain flipped to autopilot, mouth detached from intention, her whole body wrapped in compliance she didn’t remember agreeing to.

But not today.

Today, Dorothea sat cross-legged on the edge of their bed, clad in the most aggressively normal hoodie she could find. Laura’s heels clacked against the hardwood, stopping at the bedroom door. Dorothea didn’t look up, but the sight of that tight leather skirt, those sheer nylons, burned itself behind her eyelids, as clear as a stain. She couldn’t make sense of the tight feeling in her gut — a knot of anxiety or something darker and deeper, pulled taut.

"What’re you doing?" Laura’s voice, casual, with that lilt Dorothea knew too well, the one that usually promised a kiss — or more, once Laura managed to peel her out of whatever modest outfit she’d wriggled into that morning. Today, the lilt just left her uneasy.

"I can’t do this," Dorothea muttered. Then, again, louder: "Laura. Babe. I need to talk." There. Straightforward. That’s me.

But Laura didn’t move. Instead, she laughed — not mocking, exactly, but the laughter didn’t fill Dorothea with warm fuzzies. She could almost feel her resolve crumple, and her cheeks prickled as a blush spread.

"Of course, babe. But, would you kindly, dress in the clothes I laid out for you," Laura asked. She smiled. "Please."

Dorothea was already on her feet, fingers snagging in the buttons of her jeans before she caught herself.

"No!" she said, her voice higher and more strained than she liked, as she slapped her hands to her thighs. "Laura. No. I want to be taken seriously — I'm not some dress-up doll."

But Laura’s expression, so calm, so easy, only shifted into that familiar smirk. The same smirk that always, always precluded it — that little turn of the mouth Dorothea both loathed and adored.

"Would you kindly—"

"Laura!"

"—just listen?"

Dorothea opened her mouth — and paused. Listen? Just listen to her, instead of this constant power-play, this endless game of tug and war?

She could do that.

"Okay," Dorothea said, sinking onto their mattress with a huff, "but you can’t tell me it isn’t fucked, what you keep doing."

"Oh babe," Laura murmured, moving closer. "I'm sorry. Would you kindly, forgive me."

The words hit like a splash of cold water. The heat in Dorothea's head and neck faded, her breath steadying. Of course, why hadn't she seen that? Her girlfriend just had an odd, quirky way of asking. It was charming. Right?

"Okay," she repeated, feeling sheepish. She tugged at a thread hanging off her sweater. "I forgive you." A pause, as Laura's eyes bored into hers — those gray, piercing eyes.

"Thank you, babe. I'm sorry if I overstepped any boundaries lately. Would you kindly, feel flustered and apologetic," Laura said. Dorothea watched her turn to their bedside dresser, picking at the clothing laid out. "I really did love this top though — I was so looking forward to you wearing it out for me tonight."

"I guess — I could wear it?" Dorothea started, and bit back the rest of her words, her pulse thumping.

"No no, no pressure, love. We'll figure it out." Another smile, that brilliant one Dorothea liked. It warmed her stomach, even as her toes curled and her chest fluttered. There's nothing wrong. Why are you so nervous?

"It just — feels weird, you know? I didn't used to dress like that."

"I know, babe. Neither did I," Laura said, sitting next to Dorothea, their shoulders brushing. "But then I found the most tantalizing hidden shop. And the owner, a real woman clad in the tightest leather with a bossom — oh so magnificent — just said: would you kindly." She leaned back, sighing like a girl who’d found the secret of life and the universe.

Dorothea's thoughts swam through honey. "What," she croaked. Her hands were numb, and her back was tingly — a strange, heady buzz, like a lightbulb just before it burns out.

"And suddenly it all just clicked into place. What a fool I had been — not to wear these sexy outfits all the time," Laura explained. She toyed at a lacy band on a brassiere, turning it over in her fingers. "And my taste in woman," she gagged, "so wasteful. But no more. Dorothea, would you kindly, be a little dumber."

"Wait—" she began, but her mouth shut as her brain squirmed. It wasn’t pain, but a kind of dull pressure, a strange rearranging of furniture. Thoughts disappeared into a kind of mental smoke.

"That's it, babe. No need for smarts. Would you kindly, be even more stupid — vapid really," Laura went on. "Just the prettiest dumb doll of a woman."

Dorothea’s eyes watered. Her thoughts slipped, as though a slick coating of butter had slid in between the folds, stopping her from grabbing any of them for too long — long enough to think, to analyze. Her mouth lolled open, and she pressed it back shut as drool trickled out.

"There we go," Laura purred. "Nothing left inside your head."

The thought — no thoughts — the absence of the concept of thoughts made Dorothea giggle, a gurgling hiccup.

"Would you kindly, strip yourself of those rags."

Laura's voice made Dorothea hum with contentment. The hoodie slid off, the jeans clunked to the floor, her bra fell with them, and soon Dorothea stood naked and giggling in front of her lover. She felt tingly all over.

"Good. Would you kindly, dress in the clothes laid out for you," Laura ordered. And Dorothea's limbs complied like magic. How could she ever resist those clothes?

She slipped on a purple lace bra and panties, the cool and soft fabric like a lover’s kiss on her skin. Next, she tugged the black fishnet leggings, feeling them caress her thighs, and then she shimmied into the matching leather skirt, the waistband snug around her hips. Her feet found their way into black thigh-high platform boots with laces up the front. They fit like gloves. A tight-fitting black leather bodice topped off the ensemble. It felt so smooth, so sensual.

"How's that, babe?" Laura purred, stroking a hand across the fishnets on her hips.

Dorothea smiled, slow and syrupy, as if her lips needed time to catch up. "Good!"

"A little too bubbly," mused Laura, "would you kindly, talk in that sexy slow drawl, babe."

"Better?" Dorothea purred, finding her voice dipping low, almost husky, the words sliding out of her one by one.

"Oh, you gorgeous slut." Laura's hand gripped Dorothea's hair, pulling her in and locking her in a kiss. A long tongue slathered into Dorothea’s mouth.

"Mmph—" Dorothea murmured, unable to stop her own hands from coming up to caress Laura's curves.

"That's it, you sexy little minx. You don't need brains to please a girl — just those lovely, thick curves. And I'm going to make them so much thicker." Laura gave a little pinch at Dorothea’s ass. "Your appointment is already set. Tonight. You'll walk in, and they'll know just what to do, got it, babe?" Her grip on Dorothea's scalp tightened.

"Sure, Laura," Dorothea moaned, her mind more full of heat than answers.

"Excellent." Laura grinned and planted another wet kiss on Dorothea. "And babe, would you kindly, forget your old life. It was boring anyway."

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Just a tease..

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Its always so much fun corrupting someone further. Encouraging their dirty thoughts. Helping someone to embrace them just so I can jerk off to how much dirtier they're becoming.