Danny The Internet Model (ft. His Now Confused And Enlightened Coworker Eli )

Danny the internet model (ft. his now confused and enlightened coworker Eli )

Wishing i was a girl just to be owned by You!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you dont need to be a girl. you just need to be willing to let me dress you like one :)

what do you think? some panties? a little makeup? it'll be fun!

Underrated hypnosis thing: hypnotic perfume.

You’re cuddling with your domme, and she just smells so good that you find yourself being lulled into a trance as she softly whispers suggestions in your ear.

You’re at a party, standing in the corner awkwardly, when a tall, gorgeous woman walks up to you and strikes up a conversation. She’s so pretty and she smells so sweet and you’re so flustered that you don’t even notice as she presses closer to you, forcing you into the corner where the scent of her perfume is even more overwhelming. You don’t even notice as everyone else leaves, leaving you and her alone. You don’t even notice as her words shift from the small talk you’d been making to commands and suggestions, conditioning you into a perfect little plaything for her.

You’re in a department store near closing time, walking past the perfume counter, when one of the saleswomen sprays some perfume right in your face. Unthinkingly, you inhale, and your brain immediately starts to slow down. It’s the loveliest fragrance you’ve ever smelled, sweet and a little floral, with notes of something you can’t quite place. You turn to ask her what it is, but before you can even open your mouth she’s sprayed another puff of the perfume into your face. Your mind goes blank for a moment, overwhelmed by the scent and a sudden wave of lust, and that’s all the opportunity she needs. She sprays out a dozen or so more puffs of the perfume, filling the air with a faint pink cloud. You’ve figured out what’s going on at this point, and you know you should stop breathing it in… but it just smells so good. As she reaches out and runs her hand over your cheek, you inhale sharply… and in that moment you’re lost. Nothing in your head but the sweet, fragrant pink fog swirling around you and the unbearable neediness that makes even the slightest touch an explosion of pleasure. She grabs you by the wrist and leads you out to her car, spritzing you with more of her perfume along the way to make sure you stay docile and pliant. She buckles you into the passenger’s seat (you’re too far gone to do it yourself) and takes a surgical mask and a pair of headphones from the glove compartment. She sprays more perfume into the mask, making sure it’s saturated, and puts it on your face. Then she slips the headphones over your ears. As you drive, you hear the sound of your new mistress’s voice coming through the headphones. You can’t consciously make out any of the words, but that’s ok. Your subconscious is taking them all in. By the time you get to her house, you’re already deeply conditioned to worship and obey her. Come the next morning, you won’t be able to remember a life without her. By the end of the month, you’ll be on a flight with her to a new home where nobody will ever find you— and if she takes advantage of the long flight and close quarters to turn a few other passengers into new adoring slaves, you’ll be right there, already drenched in her special perfume, to help her lure them in.

I mean, just… god.

you thought hypnotizing your bestie into a dumb bimbo slut would be, like, fun and shit, but she's honestly so stupid now it kind of pisses you off. it's like just listening to her talk is making you dumber... and dumber... and dumber..... fuck, this skirt's like, waaay too long.

Office work is extremely boring. Endless monotony of spreadsheets and reports. The dull lighting and desk spaces. Physically limited and isolating. I don’t blame anyone for getting bored and struggling to stay awake. So it's no surprise that someone might decide to take the risk and sleep in a utility closet. A quick power nap can greatly help at getting through work. Plus any break from monotonous corporate culture is welcome. At worst one of the maid androids would find you and you could make up a lie they would obviously believe. They weren’t exactly smart and just did what they were told without much thought. 

With a quick mumbled sentence you let the person next to you know that you are going to the restroom, so if anyone asks you’ll have an excuse. You made your way to a quiet corner of the office and checked around with a quick glance to make sure nobody would see you, then you slipped inside. It was a bit cramped with the mop bucket and metal shelves taking up so much space but, thankfully, there were some packs of paper towels you could arrange into a moderately comfortable spot to sit and sleep. Eyes heavy and burning from exhaustion it wasn’t long after you sat back and relaxed that you were out cold. 

Originally intending to only sleep for about 30 minutes. Just enough time to sleep without being noticed and would give you the energy needed to finish your shift and actually get some work done. Instead of your alarm however you were awoken by someone opening the door to the closet. You jolted awake and sat up. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes while mumbling an apology just in case you had been caught. Your heart raced with anxiety, fearing that the voice of your boss would begin echoing in the small closet about what a terrible employee you were and how you were fired. Instead a sweet synthesized voice spoke up from the blurry figure at the door.

“Oh no. Are you okay? Did you forget to charge yourself last night?” 

You felt relieved when you realized it was just a maid android. You looked up at her. She was a smooth pale white plastic shell with black joints. The larger joints being balls that the rest of the limbs rotated around. Her face was a dome shaped black plastic with a digitized face. Two square eyes and a small smile made of pixels. She wore a simple black maid dress. Something several people had found weirdly sexual but the company that rented them out to the office insisted was to help make people feel at ease around the cleaning team. 

“Sorry I got stuck in here. The door jammed and nobody heard me calling for help. Thank you for letting me out though, I should get back to work.”

The robot tilted her head in confusion, her face changing into a question mark for a moment. 

“Of course you were stuck. Clearly you missed a charging cycle sweetheart. Here let me help” 

You yelped in surprise as she grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back into your seating position. You tried to fight back but she was shockingly strong compared to how her innocent appearance would give off. You wiggled and kicked as best you could to get up and get away. 

“Hey what the fuck are you doing? Let me go!”, you shouted. Yet she refused to budge. She must have glitched or something. You called out past her for help. Yet despite that you heard nobody coming to help. Confusion and panic skyrocketing again as you realize something must be very wrong. No way someone wouldn’t hear you even if you were far off. The office had paper thin walls and it was always extremely quiet except for the sound of keyboards and hushed voices in meetings. You switched to trying to grab at her hands to pull them off. The efforts became useless as she began to use her body weight to keep you down. 

“Please relax. You’ll feel better after a charge.”, she said in her unnervingly calm synthetic voice. You felt her pulling your shirt up. You knew whatever she intended to do there wasn’t much you could do to make her stop. Her body was heavy from the large battery pack and circuitry inside. You heard a click and she reached behind her. Her hand came back around into your field of view holding a cylindrical electrical plug. The cable connected the plug to her back and you could see the faint glint of the 3 long metal prongs pointed directly at you. Your struggles become faster and more frantic. Your screams echoing in the closet and the office for nobody to seemingly hear. With a lightning quick jab the android girl forced the plug into your soft stomach. 

You felt yourself choke on a gasp of air. The pain was intense and sharp. You could feel how deep the metal prongs had gone from the radiating pain coming in. The pain was so intense your mind struggled to process it. You did your best to control your breathing at first ragged breaths hissing through your teeth and slowly transitioning to deep shaking breaths through your nose punctuated by quiet whimpers. You could feel the sweat all over your body as the pain started to weaken and the rest of your body caught up. 

“A bit of charge will help you feel better”, the cutesy voice said directly in your ear. You hadn’t realized it but you were clinging to her. Your nails hurt from digging into the plastic shell, trying to find some sense of stability for the shock that just happened. Adrenaline began coursing through you, helping the pain to calm down. You felt a rush of energy but you felt strangely weak. Mind racing to figure out a way out of this while your body felt more and more sluggish. You looked down at the stab wound and saw something that made your heart drop. The skin around the stab wound was turning a dull metallic gray color, and it was spreading. Your struggling became frantic again but now your body felt even weaker and sloppy. You shook your head and begged her to stop. Tears streaming down your face. Instead all she did was pet your hair with her free hand and whisper reassurances to you. 

“Please remain calm. You will feel better soon. We can go to the charging bay once you are well enough.” 

The transformation was accelerating now. You could vaguely see it spreading to your hips and to your torso. The strange reaction caused an itching burning pain as it spread but only a numbness behind it. You had never heard of anything like this happening and your first thought was some kind of strange allergic reaction, though it was quickly becoming harder to think. That familiar exhaustion that had gotten you into this mess was getting worse. By the time the android moved and you had a chance to actually escape you were just too tired to resist. She scooped you up in a bridal carry and began taking you with her. You looked around weakly barely able to move your head by now. The office was empty and it was dark outside. You had slept so long that everyone else had gone home. Nobody had looked for you and now you were alone with this crazy robot. 

She took you down a concrete hallway towards an exit at the back of the office. She pushed her way outside and took you to the big trailer that was parked out back. The sides decorated with advertisements for the android maid company. She took you up the ramp and into the inside. The inside was hot with a dry heat from the massive battery packs and machinery. At the back was the central computer that kept the schedule and handled updates for the androids. On the wall were 3 bays for the androids to charge while they weren’t at work. Half cylindrical shapes with bars that sit between their legs and arms to keep them steady while they were charging or transported. Your captor pulled another charging port out of the empty bay and jammed it into your back. Then she set you onto the charging stand. Your body hung limply from the supports. By now the gray transformation had spread all over. You could feel the numbness over most of your body. With only the bottom of your ankles, your forearms, and half your face capable of feeling anything. When she pulled her plug out you didn’t even feel it and likely wouldn’t have known something had happened if not for the fact that you could see her do it. 

“There you go! You charge up for tonight. Me and Vi will handle the cleaning. I’m excited to have a new sister!”, the android girl said with a flashing heart icon on her screen before she turned and left. The charging bay doors closed trapping you inside. The exhaustion finally overtook you and whatever she did to you. You blacked out, not sure if you wanted to wake up or not. 

The next morning you powered up. You felt your diagnostics check and confirm everything was nominal. Your battery pack was fully charged. A list of tasks filled your vision and mind. You only had two today. Follow Xi and meet the site manager. The pod bay opened and you took a few hesitant steps out. Your new limbs calibrating themselves as you moved. You walked up to the rack near the back of the hub truck and slipped a dress on. You turned and saw Xi waiting for you near the front, a happy pixelated smile on her face mirroring your own. You followed her, communicating silently over an electrical signal only maid bots could hear or understand. She explained that the company had ordered 3 cleaning bots but unfortunately due to supply issues they had only gotten 2. So Xi and Vi were extremely happy to have finally gotten a third to fulfill the order. What little free consciousness remained was buried under a full night of software updates and hardware modifications. So you naturally felt extremely good to hear that you had made the customer happy by filling the third role. 

Brought before the site manager you both gave a bow and you introduced yourself. 

“Hello. I am Ri. Happy to be here to service you” you said in your new synthesized voice. The site manager looked you over. She was in her mid 50s with white streaks in her dark brown hair. Her skin pale and soft. A tight black and white business suit hugging her body. 

“Let's hope you are a much better maid than an employee. I got really sick of how late you were on those quarterly reports.” She said in her deep authoritative voice. You felt a twinge of sadness in your circuits that you hadn’t been doing a good job for the customer. You knew you had to make up for it. So when she ordered you to bend over the desk you did so without question. Torso laying flat on the dark oak desk your arms flat on the desk as well. You felt her folding your skirt up a bit so it was out of the way. 

You heard a click of a bottle being snapped open. A slick sound of something wet and sticky being stroked and then her hands on your plastic hips. Without saying a word she forced her lubed cock into your synthetic pussy. You let out a static filled gasp as pleasure flooded your circuits. You remained still as you were ordered as she pumped herself into you. The room was silent except for the wet sounds of the site manager’s girl cock slamming into you and her grunts of pleasure. Xi stood at attention watching the scene unfold and speaking to you over the secure radio signal. 

“You are doing so good! You look so pretty laid out over the desk and getting fucked. I hope she uses me later. Doesn’t making the customer happy make you feel so good?”, she said. Your mind full of pleasure and praise as you let yourself be used like a sex doll. With a final thrust the site manager slammed into you one last time and came. You felt her twitching inside you and each spurt of hot seed. She took a few moments to collect herself and then pulled out. She had Xi use some paper towels to clean her up then you as you started to leak on the floor, still holding the position you were ordered to. The site manager slipped herself back into her work pants and sat down at her desk. She already had another meeting to take care of and you two were sent back to the truck to be charged. As you plugged yourself in and took your static position in the charging bay the only thought in your mind was how much happier you were at your new job. 

Can't believe some people think of forcefem as humiliation.... Tch.... It's a great honor !