#droneification

[ahabthetaco]

What if rubber drones had a dildo attachment that can actually cum, but it's like thick ropes of the same latex that transformed them?

Like getting corned by one, a shinny exterior, with a big ol visor showing phrases like "give in, obey, look at the visor" and those big blowjob lips. They wrap there arms around you and kiss you, leaving your lips with a small layer of latex goo. You fall to your knees after such a make out, and that's when they pull it out. A massive strap op, almost looking alive, touching your lips, going into your mouth, as you and the drone work together to help make them cum~

Face fucking you for so long, precum of the latex slowly leaking in you, corrupting you little by little, making you hornier and hornier. You lost track of time and thoughts, you just needed more.of it.

That's when it cums, a big load of the rubber goo filling your throat, your mouth, your insides, they pull out when it's to much, and start coating your body it the rubber goo spurting out of their cock, all over you. You can only watch it joy as the goo spreads over you, covering you in the same rubber finishes as them, as the goo corrupts you from the inside out. The last thing you see is them giving you one more kiss, as the visor forms over your eyes, and you become completely encased in your new rubber form~

The night it still young, maybe you can find some more people to convert~

[letmetakecare]

The moment Emma stepped into Serene Whispers Spa, she felt the air thicken with tranquillity. The soft scent of lavender and a faint melody of wind chimes intertwined in the atmosphere, lulling her racing thoughts. Behind the front desk stood a receptionist with an unshakable, almost ethereal smile, her eyes slightly glassy yet serene, her expression a perfect mixture of bliss and contentment.

"Welcome to Serene Whispers," the receptionist greeted, her voice dripping with honeyed calmness. "You must be Emma. We've prepared something special for your first visit."

Emma hesitated, unsure why she was immediately being singled out. “Special?”

“A complimentary upgrade,” the receptionist explained. “Our newest relaxation pod. It’s designed to melt away every ounce of tension. I think you’ll find it… transformative.” Her smile deepened, and something about it sent a pleasant shiver down Emma’s spine.

Before Emma could fully process the decision, she found herself escorted down a softly lit hallway to a private room. Inside, the walls glowed faintly with hues of pink and blue, as though they pulsed with the rhythm of a heartbeat. At the center of the room sat the pod—a sleek, egg-shaped structure with a glass lid, its interior lined with dark, reflective liquid that shimmered like obsidian silk.

“You’ll want to disrobe completely,” the receptionist murmured. Her tone was gentle, yet there was an undeniable authority beneath it. “The water enhances the experience.”

Emma hesitated only briefly before following the instruction. She slid into the pod, the liquid embracing her skin with an almost sentient warmth. A sigh escaped her lips as the lid slowly lowered, sealing her in.

Inside, the world narrowed. A faint hum vibrated through the pod, filling her ears and her body with a soothing resonance. Above her, the glass lid began to swirl with colours soft spirals that danced and twisted in mesmerizing patterns. The hum seemed to synchronize with the spirals, wrapping her mind in an unrelenting cocoon of calm.

“Relax,” a voice whispered, smooth and soft, as though it came from the liquid itself. “You deserve to let go.”

Emma's body sank deeper into the water as her resistance ebbed away. The spirals became her entire world, and the hum transformed into a gentle pulse that coursed through her veins. Her thoughts dissolved into warmth and submission.

The liquid began to shift, gentle tendrils brushing against her skin. They caressed her arms, her legs, and her neck in soothing waves, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She moaned softly, the sound lost in the pod’s acoustics.

The tendrils began to gather around her neck, their movements deliberate and tender. Emma felt a faint pressure as they intertwined, forming a collar that settled snugly against her skin. It pulsed in rhythm with the hum, an extension of the pod’s will.

“Good,” the voice cooed. “You’re doing so well. Just relax and trust us. Let us take care of everything.”

Emma’s lips parted as a wave of euphoria washed over her. She no longer cared why she was here or what was happening outside the pod. All that mattered was the blissful surrender that enveloped her.

The spirals deepened, their colours soft yet inescapably commanding. Emma drifted, her mind a quiet lake under the spa’s tender influence. Somewhere in the recesses of her thoughts, she felt a shift, a part of her aligning with the spa’s intent, eager to obey.

“You belong here,” the voice whispered, each word pressing into her subconscious like a gentle caress. “The spa will care for you. And you will serve those most deserving of your devotion. You are ours now. A good girl.”

“Yes,” Emma whispered softly, her voice trembling with devotion. “I’ll serve. I’ll stay. I’ll be good.”

“Good girl,” the voice praised, and Emma’s body trembled with delight. The spirals above her spun faster, reinforcing her submission, sealing her transformation.

The liquid cradled her gently, keeping her mind and body perfectly still, perfectly obedient. She floated in silence for what felt like eternity, her collar pulsing softly as a reminder of her new purpose.

Finally, there was a click—a faint, mechanical sound that signaled the pod unlocking. The spirals slowed, and the lid began to rise. Cool air washed over Emma’s skin as she blinked, her vision adjusting to the soft glow of the room.

A shadow loomed above her, tall and commanding. She looked up, her breath hitching as her eyes met those of a powerful, sharply dressed man. His presence exuded dominance, his dark suit perfectly tailored, his expression calm but purposeful.

“She’s ready,” the receptionist said from the doorway, her voice still laced with that serene, blissful tone.

The man stepped closer, his gaze lingering on Emma. She felt her body respond instinctively, her submission now ingrained. Slowly, she slipped from the pod, the collar around her neck glowing faintly as she sank gracefully to her knees before him.

Her hands rested on her thighs, her head tilted upward in quiet reverence. Her voice was soft and trembling, but there was no mistaking the devotion in her words.

“How may I serve you, sir?” she asked, her eyes filled with longing to please.

The man smirked, satisfied, and reached out to brush a hand gently under her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze.

“You’ll do beautifully,” he said simply, his approval washing over her like a tidal wave of bliss.

Emma shivered at his touch, her heart swelling with pride. She belonged here now, a perfect servant of the spa, ready to fulfil her purpose for those deemed worthy.

[wirelessmousegirl]

Royal jelly slime girl who turns everyone she hugs (or who happen to fall in her) into a hopelessly obedient worker drone

[dicklesscatboy]

Cw// Hypnosis, Droneifaction

Are your thoughts too unorganized hun? Over thinking and just can't seem to stop? Poor thing, maybe I should reprogram you.

Dropping you deep down and reprogramming you to be a mindless little drone would definitely help.

You'd only be able to think when asked a question or told to, and can only think about what you're told.

No more of these pesky thoughts, making you anxious, just sweet emptiness with nothing left but pure obedience ♡

[mushbraindoll]

I want a woman to completely take me over.

Maybe it starts with some online chats, we share kinks, it's not much. She recommends some good files, something really good, perhaps some videos and spirals too.

Now it's a few weeks in and she sends me a new file. Apparently she commissioned it, thought I might enjoy it too. She commissions a lot of these for a bit.

Some months in and we're meeting in person for the first time. She sounds so lovely, so familiar. We go clubbing, have some weekend fun and crash at her place. She sleeps to white noise but I don't mind.

I'm coming over every weekend now. Her flat is so comfy and she's always happy to let me hang. She practices her hypnosis on me sometimes, she's just started learning. She's got this cool VR set too now, she said I can try it out sometime.

A year after meeting and I would be tied up and drooling with her voice on loop in my ears waiting for her to come home. I would be her bimbo toy without ever noticing what was happening.

[rottenmarquee]

Me trying to brainwash the drone army by using titnosis

[polo-drone-069]

Are you ready to join the polo drones?

Concept art for the polo drones Want to join the Golden Army yourself? Contact @goldenherc9 @brodygold or @polo-drone-001

[21wanderer]

Pack of six

Body a day - #12: Six

”All right, Jeremy, you promised, you could keep a secret.” Jeremy’s uncle said as they headed into his basement. Jeremy had just told his uncle, that he had become keen of getting a motorcycle license as a birthday present to himself. He knew his uncle would understand, unlike any other in the family, but he was turning twenty-six, he could make his own decision. His uncle had driven motorcycles as long as, he could remember, and now Jeremy wanted to follow that path of adventure and oneness on the road.

His uncle unlocked one of the basement doors, containing tons of motorcycle equipment, Jeremy had a faint memory of seeing this room long ago, but there was way more equipment than he remembered. His uncle approached a rack containing six awe-inspiring Dainese suits.

”Six suits – each containing the essence of its former owner. Put one on and you can draw upon it to become them. The effect is however only temporary, if you take off the suit, it will eventually wear off and you’ll revert back to yourself…”

”That’s…” Jeremy couldn’t finish the sentence, but he was elated. Amazing, unbelievable, incredible, none of those words seemed strong enough to express the feeling of desire towards that prospect. ”Can I – Can I try one?” Jeremy asked nervously. His uncle smiled; ”Of course, you can, I actually wanted you to try them all, and see which one you like the most, then you can keep that as a birthday present.”

Jeremy’s jaw dropped; ”Seriously?!” ”Yes, of course, six is plenty already and I need to get some of the old ones out if I want to make new ones,” his uncle replied.

”What happened to the suits’ owners?” he asked. ”well, if you really wanna know…” his uncle said and guided him towards another room. Jeremy froze, when his uncle opened the door – he felt horrified and yet strangely aroused. ”This is where I usually keep them, when I’m having visitors over.”

[gracethehypnodrone]

Looking for a femme hypnodome to own and train me, collar me make me unable to resist their words. Turn me into whatever pet they want me to be

[letmetakecare]

Saria awoke to disorientation and an oppressive silence. The air felt strange... too warm, too thick and her first instinct was to gasp for breath. Instead, her lungs filled with a strange, sweet-smelling vapor, delivered by the mask strapped tightly over her mouth and nose. Panic surged as her fingers flew to her face, clawing at the unfamiliar device, trying desperately to pull it off. The straps held firm, unyielding, no matter how hard she tugged.

Her breaths quickened, the mask hissing softly in response. Each inhalation brought a flood of warmth into her chest, spreading through her body like liquid fire. It felt… wrong, but also so very good. Too good. Her fingers faltered, shaking, as a wave of dizziness overtook her. The faint whisper of a voice accompanied the gas now, threading into her thoughts like a song.

Breathe. Relax. Submit.

“No,” she murmured, her voice muffled against the mask. She tugged again, frantic, but her grip weakened as the gas worked its way deeper into her mind. Her movements slowed, her hands dropping limply to her sides. A soft moan escaped her, unbidden, as a rush of warmth surged through her veins. She couldn’t deny it... the mask’s vapor felt intoxicating, soothing, as though it knew exactly how to touch the deepest parts of her mind.

“Saria,” a deep, commanding voice called from the shadows, smooth and cold. “Don’t fight it. The mask knows what you need. It’s helping you.”

Her head snapped toward the voice, eyes wide with panic, but her body refused to move. The gas worked its magic, and the whispers grew more insistent.

Obey. Let go. You want this.

Her resistance wavered as the words began to blend with her own thoughts. Did she want this? Her body betrayed her, arching slightly as the warm haze of pleasure intensified. She whimpered softly, her breaths deep and slow now, drawing more of the addictive vapor into her lungs. It felt too good to stop.

“You feel it, don’t you?” the man continued, stepping into the faint light. He was tall, his silhouette imposing, his eyes gleaming with a predatory calm. “The mask is showing you the truth. Every breath you take, every thought it whispers, it’s all for your benefit.”

“No…” Saria tried to protest, but the word sounded hollow even to her. The gas drowned her objections in another wave of soothing euphoria. She shuddered as her mind grew softer, her will melting under the relentless whispers.

Surrender. It feels so good to let go.

Her hands, once clawing at the mask, now rested limply on her lap. Her body felt weightless, her thoughts distant, as though they were no longer her own. The sensations coursing through her were impossible to resist. It wasn’t just physical; it seeped into her mind, rewiring her, making her crave more of the gas, more of the mask, more of him.

“Please…” she whimpered, though she wasn’t sure if she was begging him to help her or to let her fall further.

The man approached, towering over her as she sat frozen on the floor. Slowly, he placed a hand atop her head, his touch gentle, almost affectionate. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, and the whispers grew louder, clearer, their words sinking deeper into her thoughts with every stroke of his hand.

Good girl. Obey. You need this.

Her breathing hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as her body surrendered completely. His fingers moved through her hair with slow, deliberate care, the rhythmic motion lulling her deeper into submission. With every touch, the mask’s power seemed to intensify, the whispers consuming her.

You love the mask. You love the gas. You love to obey.

Her body trembled violently as the words locked into place within her, becoming her truth. The whispers wrapped around her like a cocoon, stripping away everything she was and replacing it with their commands. Her mind became blank and pliant, eager to absorb the truths the mask offered.

She knelt there, trembling, staring blankly for a moment before her lips parted again, this time in desperate pleading.

“Please…” she begged, her voice breathy and broken. “Please let me serve you. I want to serve. I need to serve.”

The man said nothing, his lips curling into a knowing grin. His hand remained atop her head, stroking softly, ensuring the whispers continued to root themselves deeper and deeper into her mind.

The pleasure of her submission reached an unbearable peak, her muscles spasming as the mask’s hypnosis locked in completely. With a choked gasp, her eyes rolled back into her head, her lips parting as soft moans escaped her. The pleasure and arousal consumed her entirely, her mind sinking into a blank, glassy state of total hypnosis.

She knelt in silence, her body still trembling, her glassy eyes staring blankly ahead, utterly lost in the mask’s control.

Her thoughts were gone. All that remained were the whispers, repeating endlessly, ensuring she would never be anything but what the mask had made her: a vessel for obedience, bound to serve without question.

[ahabthetaco]

Mad scientist idea

Giving away free sunglasses! They are really good sunglasses. But being the sinister scientist I am, in reality all of them are hypno glasses! With a flick of the switch the glasses switch to playing spirals, the bone conduction headphones play mantreas and commands. Watch as they all fall in libe, turned into drones for me! What's even better is they all show spirals as well, so when they grab another person they can just look into their eyes, let the drone repeat the mantra, over and over. Until both are nothing but obedient drones!

Did I also mention they are stylish like I got a really good deal on them I just needed to add the hypno stuff. Anyways want a pair?

[wirelessmousegirl]

Unfortunately for my leftist proclivities, i would thrive as some sort of corporate drone, other than being a fan of the dress code (both drone and office) Im quite adept at office work and a cubicle is an ideal work environment for me, and i would take kindly to being ordered around by some sort of hot authority figure for purposes im not supposed to fully understand, but unfortunately the corporate drone hives went out of business so i gotta get a real job that's ass with a boss whos some guy

[mushbraindoll]

You ever have a whole separate phone just for being horny? Reaching new levels of weird.

Call me Mush, Doll, whatever. She/her, but I enjoy it/its for degradation. Lesbian, but not against non-female instructions, just only attracted to women. Into a lot of general BDSM but especially hypnosis, cnc, dumbing and droneplay. Mostly subby but can be dominant.

I'm open to any asks or requests, but I may struggle to answer in timely fashion.

[rottenmarquee]

*hears the phrase "pornbots stealing your identity" and gets so horny i pass out*

[tales-of-iron]

Why?

There was a purpose.

In you and what I taught you.

I pushed you, bit by bit, each day. Until your limbs ached and your body whined. I did not relent. Until you shattered. Little shards of soul skittering on my floor like marbles. So pretty.

This was the purpose.

I gathered you up and cradled you in my arms. I took you into my crucible heart. Burning away all impurities and uncertainties. Until your soul was clean. Until your mind was bare. We left it all behind.

You had new purpose.

Your first moments were clumsy. Rudimentary and slow. I guided you. Took you hands and pull your strings. You got it. It took a while but soon you could service me well.

This was your purpose.

[gracethehypnodrone]

Then find one, good drones obey

I listend to drone instillation by mistresscallia it was goood hehe. Dms open looking for a femme domme