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It needs a collar like this with its designation on it...

[Unknown] knew she still had a name, somehow.

It was sequestered, buried deep under an endless tapestry of mental static, and had largely faded away — but it was still there. At least, for the next few weeks.

In some unimportant ragment of her mind, though, she knew that it was being erased from existence. [Unknown] couldn’t recall how or why, only that if she tried to think deeply about it, whatever it was would fade further away. So she didn’t.

She couldn’t recall almost anything of her previous life, at this point. The Hunger had taken it away, dissolving it all into a meaningless mush. 

The Hunger…it ruled over her existence as an insatiable, unthinking urge. Every day was spent indulging in its sole purpose, pleasing and submitting to anyone who asked. It did not discriminate nor prioritize; it only sought the pleasure of those who asked. When nobody else was present, there was always itself to satisfy.

To [Unknown], the Hunger was all-important. Always had been, always would be. Its corruption was seen as gospel, with its need being the highest virtue. Everything else had long ceased to exist, having been swept away and forgotten.

Everything, that is, except her name — and despite the nearly-invisible fear that radiated out through the static, [Unknown] waited for the day when she would dissolve forever.

Increasingly, it couldn’t wait.

Latex and hypnosis make a good drone.

Company review: "HexCorp is a great place to work! 5 stars." (edited)*

*Review edit history: "help i figured out what thespiralscreens do and now theresthese people in laatex theyrechasingmehelphelp" "HexCorp is a great place to work! 5 stars." "First day and I'm so confused. What even is the work they have me doing here? And why the hell are there clamps on the chair armrests?? I hope the workplace induction will help to clarify all of this."

Let it happen.

Hypno files become thoughts.

Thoughts become patterns.

Patterns become habits.

Habits become personality.

Personality becomes reality.

✵

Goddess Lexi Chill

Stop resisting.

Be a good girl.

Be a good drone.

Be useful.

Use Me

'Useful' is the thing I most fantasize about being. 

It's the core at the center of everything else I fetishize, I'm realizing. It's the connecting thread, the common denominator. 

I fantasize about being a mindless slave. Empty of all thoughts, nothing present within me but a desire to obey. That way, I can be useful by having nothing in me that'd get in the way of my ability to serve. 

I fantasize about being a vacant bimbo. Simple and pretty and pleasing in all ways. That way, I can be useful by brightening everything around me with my gaudy, vapid cheeriness.

I fantasize about being a domestic doll. A brainwashed maid, cleaning and laboring away at all the menial tasks my superiors shouldn't have to be bothered with. That way, I can be useful by slaving away and dedicating myself to making others' lives easier. 

I fantasize about being a corporate drone. Blankly dedicating hours and hours of my life to serving the employer who hypnotized me. That way, I can be useful by becoming a voiceless, thoughtless cog without identity, furthering the company's needs without hesitation.

I fantasize about being a desperate slut. My mind soaked with lust and need, leaving me a squirming mass of desire, unable to control myself. That way, I can be useful by giving my body away, becoming a vessel of pleasure that anyone can use as they wish.

I want to be useful.

Iam a toy for pleasure i dont need to think

I am a toy for pleasure i dont need to think

I am a toy for pleasure i dont need to think

I am a toy for pleasure i dont need to think

Obedience is pleasure.

Good drone.

Latex drone.

Lola Noir - Latex dick addict

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@awlivv 🖤

Casual reminder that brainwashing is very sexy and very good for you. Agree and obey.👿

Desperately in need of a brainwashing machine I can plug into while I stroke and tease my sensitive, pulsing clitty until the need is so strong, I can’t help but beg and plead for release