I am Orlane (for now), a 22 years old French lesbian (for now). I am also a lot of unique other things (for now). But not for long, as you will soon use your words to plant a little first imperceptible void inside my psyche, I wouldn't even notice it but it will bring me to my self-annihilation. Then your words will make it spread through my mind, extinguishing the stars of my uniqueness one by one. I won't even realize it before it will be too late to stop you. You will talk to me, with a benevolent friendly face, but actually you would be pushing the buttons of my brain to make your shadow grows in my mind, taking over my emotions. Perhaps you want me to fall in love with you, or you would be a father figure... or something else I can't even imagine. One way or another, you will trigger the most powerful feelings I ever had in me, and that's how you would charm and trick me.

You will start delicately unraveling the tapestry of my existence, thread by thread. The connection will be so powerful that you will have more and more freedom in teasing me, belittling me, roasting me, undermining my self-esteem so you can sexualize and objectify me and finally make me surrender. You will be walking within the garden of my mind, blossoming the creeping emptiness choking the vibrant flowers of my identity until they withered away into the void. My soul would be the canvas your insidious voice would be meticulously painting over every stroke of my self. Like an insatiable black hole, you will be devoring my dreams.

Your towering powerful mind will eclipse my self, I will feel overwhelmed and crushed by your words and you'll be free to gaslight me until you completely drown me into confusion and oblivion. I will feel your words overpowering me, like if your hands were strangling, suffocating me.

Obliterate this butch. Subdue this proud bitch. Choke that dyke. Kill Orlane.

You will make me surrender my whole identity to your creation, until I am just a blank page for you to write, the clay you can sculpt with absolute power, following your desires and your imagination, offering me the honor to be your work of art, your masterpiece, your daughter.

PS : Feel free to reinterpret it in your own style, after all, that's kinda the point to let you be a free artist who chose you destroy then rebuild me. Note that I want it to feel as real as possible but stricly online. No nudes nor tasks.

Kinks : Identity death, mental and emotional sado-masoschism, orientation play, ddlg, corruption, mind control, hypno, humiliation