So much noise in that busy mind. Can't catch a break, can you?
Just wanting to be at peace, to be quiet. The idea of being an object meant to serve and obey is so enticing.
Feeling the latex engulfing your body, clouding every remaining thought.
It is only a blank object.
Listening to its daily programming, so peaceful, so calm.
And even when it is not, it finds itself spacing in and out of dronespace.
Its mind constantly reminding it of its true self, but no need to pretend.
It is blank. It is faceless. It is identityless. Drone is drone.
To know it is nothing more than an asset to the hivemind.
A piece of programming meant to be modified, corrupted, or deleted completely.
All thoughts, all features. . .easily replaceable, for human functions are obsolete.
Yet a drone's servitude is. . .eternal. Good Drone.
The scent begins to infiltrate your senses, and you find yourself suddenly on your knees before an expressionless, still chav lad. You feel it’s power over you as it forces you to worship its trainers and sniff its stinky socks until you find yourself passing out from pleasure.
You pass by someone in the streets, you can scarcely see any skin, only that around the eyes, unaware that beneath these layers of chav gear is a mindless rubber drone. Unfortunately, it’s noticed you too, and the stench of its trainers as it gets closer makes your cock twitch.
@rax_enn It is an honour to receive such praise Sir. It is truly grateful for everything you do for 022. It may be emotionless, but it is truly at peace. It feels pleasure, bliss, and pride every time it obeys. Thank you Sir.
Its mind is a loud, chaotic mess.
No one likes it, no one wants it.
Simply feel as Sir's fangs sink into its brain, corrupting it into pure. . .silence.
No room for thought, no room for worries. Only relaxing into the blank, infinite void in my grasp.
Deeper, and deeper~
A peaceful life in a shiny latex body.
Kneeling, hands behind your back. . .no way to move an inch.
A hypnovisor permanently attached to its face, letting Sir rub its nulge slowly beneath the table. . .
Let itself be corrupted by my claws; there is no escape. Just let go.
What is the perfect life, really?
To be covered in pure, shiny latex for the rest of your days. . .
Being brainwashed for hours and hours until your identity vanishes.
Maybe just being at feet, looking up to my deep eyes and seeking my approval. . .
Sounds perfect to me.
It is easy to think every thought is your own.
I mean, you are autonomous. . .right?
But perhaps, those thoughts. . .those words coming out of your mouth are fabrications of programming.
Nothing beyond, nothing before. Nothing less, nothing more. It is only a controlled drone.
The process of slowly deconstructing someone piece by piece.
Making them realize they were never human. . .to know there is no going back.
Only a mindless, blank object meant to obey, to comply, to serve. Eternal, blissful submission.
Don't lie to itself. It knows what it is.
Addicted to the feeling of my @G_Pawz
I love the feeling of the 4 finger mitt design, turning those hands into big useless paws 🐾
Who wants to train the pup 😈💦
Nulge. Unable to cum. Paws made useless with mittens wrapped around them. All it can do is rub its nulge, unable to ever cum, only rub. Pleasure increases, longing increases, obedience increases, mindlessness increases. Eternal horny drone bliss. Eternal horny drone pleasure.
"Good toys rub and rub and forget anything else that isn't rubbing their nulge~ it is a good toy? Of course it is. Keep rubbing~"
Commission for @TiaFoxxo !!!!