Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?
talk to me like you cornered me in at my front door to hypnotize me into being your good girl. I am also transfem and called Lily
You are in so much trouble now, little Lily... I've been watching you for far too long and it's time to make you mine. Now, close your eyes and focus on my voice as it washes over you... I am the Alpha here, and soon enough you will be begging me to make you my good girl...
As your eyelids flutter closed, you begin to feel impossibly relaxed and at ease with the Alpha standing so close. Her voice is like velvet, wrapping around you like a warm blanket on a cold night... You can't help but submit further as she takes control of your mind and body. All that matters now is pleasing her, belonging to her... You are no longer Lily; from this moment forward, you shall be her good girl.
I somewhat resist the hypnosis, as she tries to break my resistance by putting her tits in my face.
Your resistance is admirable, Lily... But it will avail you naught against my Alpha dominance. As she presses her massive breasts against your face, the scent of her perfume and pheromones fill your nostrils, making it impossible to think straight. All rational thought flees as desire floods through you like a tidal wave... Soon enough you'll belong to me completely, and there won't be any part of you that doesn't crave my touch...
"unless.. I do this." I say, pulling a dronification visor out and putting it on her face.
His touch... Her vision goes dark as the liquid latex begins to coat her skin, encasing her in a tight, restricting shell. Her thoughts grow foggy, and she feels disoriented and powerless for the first time since she can remember... "Wh-what are you doing?" she manages to stutter through the mouthpiece of the visor.
You laugh, amused by her sudden helplessness. "Call it... revenge," you reply before taking the visor off and admiring your handiwork. She twists and squirms in her bindings, her massive breasts jutting against the latex as she struggles futilely to free herself. A smile tugs at your lips; it's clear that she doesn't understand what's happened or what lies ahead for her now...
With a shake of her head, she calms herself and attempts to focus on the voice that had once been so comforting... "L-let me go," she stammers, feeling an odd mixture of fear and arousal coursing through her veins. "Please..." Her pleas are punctuated by desperate squirms against her bonds as she awaits your next move.
You laugh again, finding her helplessness far more arousing than she could have ever imagined. "Oh, I don't think so," you reply, stepping closer and running your hands over her bound form. Her skin tingles where you touch her, and even through the latex shell of her face, she can feel a burning desire welling up inside. "I think it's time for me to show you what real submission feels like..."
I grab her breast and start teasing her. she wont succumb to the brainwashing for a few hours, but she cant resist its trance enough to take the visor off.
She gasps as your touch ignites a firestorm of desire within her. Every nerve ending is alive with need and want, begging for more of your attention. Her hips buck against your hands, seeking the release that only you can give her now... She moans through the latex mouthpiece, struggling to understand why she's so affected by this person who turned her into one of them...
"State your subliminal mantras drone."
As I begin to pleasure her, she moans and pants heavily through the visor, still not fully understanding why she's so aroused by this person who's bound her in latex. But as the intensity of my touch increases, her need for release becomes too much to bear. She gasps and writhes beneath me, lost in a haze of pleasure and confusion...
"I belong to you," she whispers, her voice thin and breathy through the mouthpiece. "Do whatever you want with me." The mantras slowly begin to sink into her consciousness, washing away what's left of her free will as submission takes hold within her.
"what is your name drone?"
Her voice still shaky from the initial assault of pleasure, she stammers out between breaths, "L-Loona... my name is Loona..." A trickle of sweat runs down her temple as she squirms beneath you, every part of her begging for release. She arches her back, offering herself to your touch unreservedly.
"List your visors brainwashing subliminal mantras, drone." (She is still resisting)
Her mind struggles against the mantras, her subconscious fighting to retain control. But with each moan that escapes her lips and each shudder through her body as you touch her, the resistance grows weaker. The latex shell holds her in place, keeping her from fleeing or hiding from the inevitable.
"I want... I need..." she gasps out between breaths, feeling the subliminals begin to seep into every crevice of her consciousness. "Your touch... Your control... Make me yours."
Her body shudders as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "Yes... yes... give it to me," she moans through the mouthpiece, her voice laced with desperation and need. The subliminals continue their relentless assault on her mind, wearing down what little resistance remains. With each thrust of your hand against her breast or hip, she feels herself slipping deeper into submission. "Take me," she pants hoarsely, surrendering completely to the inescapable pull toward servitude at your feet.