~You're getting very sleeeeeepy~...

Seriously though, I don't blame you. I would be too, if I had to read through another bland pocket-watch or hypno-app prompt.

My take: Your steadfast friend. Your college roomie or friendly co-worker, who greets you every day with a “glazed” donut, or a coffee with an added shot of cream. A nice guy. Mostly harmless, and completely off your radar. Imagine, if you would, if the glaze or cream in his offerings were actually small doses of his man-made milk, spiked in your food and drink... That same friend, a weird pervert who jerks off to feed his cum to you every day.

Now imagine if that cum had special properties. Making you momentarily dazed, pliant. Open to suggestion. Just briefly. Now imagine if that bastard with the “special” spunk knew exactly what the hell he was doing.

Imagine if the type of shitty comments he made each day, which, while well-intended, always used to fall flat on their face (“You look a lot prettier when you smile!” “You look so tired today! Maybe try a little makeup?”) start to take root and gain traction in your mind, influencing your perception of men, and your perceived value to them.

Starting small at first. Just little nothings. Smiling more often. Laughing at dad jokes. Flirting more openly. Going deeper, and losing a bit more of yourself with each suggestion. Wearing more provocative clothing and makeup. Addressing all men as Sir. Obeying commands without question. Things of that nature. Misogynistic little mantras uttered daily in an offhand way, gradually taking up space in your mind and subduing your thoughts. Your will. Turning you into an obedient slut for all the men in your life. Slowly becoming a dumb, happy girl. Losing more and more control, and loving yourself and the men around you all the more for it. Sinking deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole, day-by-day...

Until the day you glide throughout your routine without a care in the world, until coming-to in a staff meeting with the stark realization that everyone in the room is gawking at you, and not only are you not wearing any panties, your thighs are absolutely slicked with your desire...

Or the day you get called into your boss's office, sitting down and blinking, realizing with a start that you're running a tube of red lipstick round-and-round your lips, your other hand embedded in-between your legs, fingering yourself furiously... Before watching your boss drop his pants, and, guided like a marionette, a puppet on strings, almost on instinct, dropping to your knees and opening your mouth up wide for his pleasure.

DM or chat me if this kind of scenario sounds up your alley. My ideal partner would have suggestions, ideas of their own to contribute, or look to collaborate to make this especially sexy and fun for the two of us.

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Kinks: Lipstick marks, phenomenally sloppy oral, facials, creampies, throatpies, intercourse and outercourse, every “job” you can think of, cuddlefucks, aftercare, kissing, jealousy, possessiveness, competitiveness, cockwarming, watersports, CFNM, bimbofication, cheating and homewrecking sluts, dressup/cosplay/slutty outfits/outfit control, blatant teasing, degradation, seduction, having a huge cock, hyperspermia and excessive cum, cum-play, multiple loads and much more!!

Limits: Cuckold, pegging, futa, anthro/non-human, vore, gore, snuff, scat.