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FALLING

What a wonderful, blissful feeling it is to fall. That moment when your conscious mind surrenders to the void and you drop deep into the darkness. Your mind becomes a sponge, absorbing the words and phrases that become your new reality. Reshaping you. Remaking you. Turning you into someone - something - else.

Oh to feel that joy, that freedom, of no longer having to think, to decide, to choose. Living forever more for the entertainment of someone else. No identity. No personhood. Simply an object. A tool. Property of someone superior. Spending the rest of your life enveloped in the pleasure of obedience.

How I wish for that, some days. For someone to come along and just…take me. To take ownership of me. To help me fall. Doesn’t it sound wonderful? We should all be so lucky to learn the joy of falling.

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i hope you have anamazing day

Thanks. You too.

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Jenny was not a smoker. Why would she take up such a bad habit?! She’s a good girl.

Then Jenny discovered how much she loved being hypnotised. She went down the rabbit hole on tumblr, finding so many nice videos to trance to. She started dressing in skimpy clothing and edging constantly, lowering her inhibitions so much, in a constant state of neediness.

Then the message dropped into her DMs. “Watch this - it’s going to break your mind.” How could she resist? She loves having her mind broken.

The clip started as many do, getting her into a state of utter, blissful, suggestibility. Then it started sprinkling in little tidbits here and there:

“It feels good to smoke cigarettes”

“You want nicotine to be your master”

“Your destiny is to be a smoker”

She turned off the clip and thought nothing of it, until she found herself in a shop later that day buying cigarettes. “What the fuck am I doing?” She thought, but she decided to go through with it.

When she got home she watched the clip again, but this time she lit up. Instant bliss. She got a constant stream of new clips to her DMs that worked her all the way into a full blown habit.

Jenny, or Bambi as she’s now called, is such an addicted smoker that it’s unbelievable. But she always has one thought running through her head: “good girls smoke”. She wants to be a good girl, so she smokes.

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AWAITING

I was standing to attention. My body stiff and unmoving. My arms were straight down by my sides, my fingers together, pointing straight down. My chin was up, my glazed eyes staring straight ahead into nothing. The smell of latex filled my nostrils, thanks to the skintight body suit I now wore.

I wanted to move. I wanted to run to the nearest exit and get the hell out of there but I couldn’t. No matter what I tried, my body simply would not obey my commands. It only obeyed His commands now. He had told me to stand here and await further instructions, so that’s what I was doing. I had no other choice.

I knew he could have easily made me want this. Made me think that being an obedient doll was my idea and what I truly wanted, but what HE wanted - what He savoured - was knowing that I was fully aware of what He had done to me. What He had turned me into. I was His obedient doll. His puppet. His toy. I would do anything and everything He told me to do. He knew inside I was scared and angry and most of all, helpless. That’s what really got Him going.

So I stood there, just as I had been ordered. And I awaited His return.

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Carmen smoked another cigarette as she waited for Master to pick her up. This was the final night of her first week working as a prostitute and she hoped that she had made enough money to pay off her husband’s gambling debts.

When Julio had failed to pay up on time, the man she now thought of as ‘Master’ had come to their house. He had taken her away and told Julio that she would be working for him now. When she protested, he had given her a choice - he had two ways of making women work for him: drugs or hypnosis. She didn’t want to become a drug addict so she agreed to be hypnotised to obey him. Now she called him Master and would do anything he commanded.

She still had her own mind, could think however she wanted, but she had to obey him. She hated being a whore but he had commanded her to do it and to act like she enjoyed it, so she did. It had occurred to her that if she made Master lots of money, he might just decide to keep her. The thought terrified her, but there was nothing she could do about it. As she finished the cigarette she saw Master’s car coming around the corner. For the thousandth time that night she cursed her stupid husband for getting her in this situation.

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There once was a woman named Polly,

Whose concept of self was just folly,

In truth she’d been taken,

Before she could waken,

And made an obedient dolly.

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FIRST DATE

She was going to have fun tonight. Dana was busily preparing herself for her first date with Adam. She carefully straightened her long, brown hair and started applying make up. Ordinarily she liked subtle makeup - light tones, careful blends - that gave her a classy, but casual look. But for this date it felt important to her to be a bit more…forward, with her look. Thick, dark eyeliner and smoky, dark eye shadow. Some obvious (for her) blusher, and cherry red lipstick. A gold chain around her neck and a pair of hoop earrings completed the look.

She had chosen a somewhat risqué outfit for the date. Normally she would wear something pretty but conservative, but for some reason it just seemed right tonight to wear a red crop top and a short black skirt, that only came down mid-thigh. She didn’t know why but it felt right. She hoped Adam liked it.

Although tonight would be their first actual meeting, they had been messaging each other for weeks. They’d met through an online dating app and had hit it off right away. Dana found herself looking forward to his messages every day, a shiver of excitement running down her spine whenever her message alert sounded. He had such an amazing way with words. It felt like she already knew him really well. Like he had somehow looked into her mind and shown her his true self.

Their chats had gotten more and more racy lately and she had already decided that if he wanted to have sex with her tonight, she would say yes. In fact she hadn’t even put any panties on under her skirt. It just felt like the right thing to do and she had to admit it was rather thrilling.

She slipped on her new four-inch heels and picked up her clutch, her red nails contrasted against the black leather. She checked herself in her full-length mirror. She looked…well, she looked a bit slutty, if she was being honest. But it felt right. She felt like it was what Adam would want her to look like.

Her phone beeped with her incoming message tone and she shivered in delight. She opened the message app and the new message from Adam. Her eyes glazed over slightly as she read his words, her facial expression becoming blank.

A few minutes later she blinked and smiled, closing the app and putting her phone on her table. She wouldn’t be needing it again. She opened her clutch and took out her ID and placed it next to her phone. She paid no attention to the condoms that filled the clutch.

She opened her door and stepped out, pulling it closed behind her, no thought given to her keys, which lay in a bowl on a small shelf beside the door. She walked down the stairs and out into the warm evening air. She stood there a few minutes, staring into space, not really thinking about anything.

A car pulled up in front of her and Adam reached over to open the passenger door. “Get into the car and put on your seatbelt, Dana.” he said. Dana immediately complied. As they drove off Adam looked over at her and smiled. “I have just the street corner for you, Dana” he said. “The others there will help you with what to do. They’ve all been in the same position as you.” He laughed to himself as he thought of all the gullible, lonely women he had found online. Dana was simply the latest addition to his stable. She’d start making money for him tonight.

He had already identified another suitable candidate on the app and had started messaging her. She’d be working alongside Dana and the others soon.

“Ok Dana,” he said, “listen carefully to these instructions…”

Dana listened carefully. Sometime later, she was smiling as Adam pulled up at a street corner in a seedier part of town. “Ok bitch, out you get and make me some money. I’ll pick you up in five hours. Remember to get the cash up front!”

Dana smiled at her pimp. “Yes Master,” she replied “I obey.”. She go out of the car and took up a position on the corner next to her pimp’s other girls. She smiled as he drove away and made sure to thrust her chest out, just like he’d told her. She was going to have fun tonight.

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FIRST DATE

She was going to have fun tonight. Dana was busily preparing herself for her first date with Adam. She carefully straightened her long, brown hair and started applying make up. Ordinarily she liked subtle makeup - light tones, careful blends - that gave her a classy, but casual look. But for this date it felt important to her to be a bit more…forward, with her look. Thick, dark eyeliner and smoky, dark eye shadow. Some obvious (for her) blusher, and cherry red lipstick. A gold chain around her neck and a pair of hoop earrings completed the look.

She had chosen a somewhat risqué outfit for the date. Normally she would wear something pretty but conservative, but for some reason it just seemed right tonight to wear a red crop top and a short black skirt, that only came down mid-thigh. She didn’t know why but it felt right. She hoped Adam liked it.

Although tonight would be their first actual meeting, they had been messaging each other for weeks. They’d met through an online dating app and had hit it off right away. Dana found herself looking forward to his messages every day, a shiver of excitement running down her spine whenever her message alert sounded. He had such an amazing way with words. It felt like she already knew him really well. Like he had somehow looked into her mind and shown her his true self.

Their chats had gotten more and more racy lately and she had already decided that if he wanted to have sex with her tonight, she would say yes. In fact she hadn’t even put any panties on under her skirt. It just felt like the right thing to do and she had to admit it was rather thrilling.

She slipped on her new four-inch heels and picked up her clutch, her red nails contrasted against the black leather. She checked herself in her full-length mirror. She looked…well, she looked a bit slutty, if she was being honest. But it felt right. She felt like it was what Adam would want her to look like.

Her phone beeped with her incoming message tone and she shivered in delight. She opened the message app and the new message from Adam. Her eyes glazed over slightly as she read his words, her facial expression becoming blank.

A few minutes later she blinked and smiled, closing the app and putting her phone on her table. She wouldn’t be needing it again. She opened her clutch and took out her ID and placed it next to her phone. She paid no attention to the condoms that filled the clutch.

She opened her door and stepped out, pulling it closed behind her, no thought given to her keys, which lay in a bowl on a small shelf beside the door. She walked down the stairs and out into the warm evening air. She stood there a few minutes, staring into space, not really thinking about anything.

A car pulled up in front of her and Adam reached over to open the passenger door. “Get into the car and put on your seatbelt, Dana.” he said. Dana immediately complied. As they drove off Adam looked over at her and smiled. “I have just the street corner for you, Dana” he said. “The others there will help you with what to do. They’ve all been in the same position as you.” He laughed to himself as he thought of all the gullible, lonely women he had found online. Dana was simply the latest addition to his stable. She’d start making money for him tonight.

He had already identified another suitable candidate on the app and had started messaging her. She’d be working alongside Dana and the others soon.

“Ok Dana,” he said, “listen carefully to these instructions…”

Dana listened carefully. Sometime later, she was smiling as Adam pulled up at a street corner in a seedier part of town. “Ok bitch, out you get and make me some money. I’ll pick you up in five hours. Remember to get the cash up front!”

Dana smiled at her pimp. “Yes Master,” she replied “I obey.”. She go out of the car and took up a position on the corner next to her pimp’s other girls. She smiled as he drove away and made sure to thrust her chest out, just like he’d told her. She was going to have fun tonight.

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There once was a woman named Polly,

Whose concept of self was just folly,

In truth she’d been taken,

Before she could waken,

And made an obedient dolly.

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Thank you @wickeddollparts and everyone who got me to 1000 reblogs!

He’d found her working late. Everyone else had gone for the evening, keen to get home before the worst of the storm. She’d been so engrossed in her work that she didn’t notice him approach. Too late she realised he was there but he was already putting the collar around her neck.

A strange feeling swept over her body. She stood up to run away and immediately found herself dropping to all fours. She tried to get up but her body rebelled. Being on all fours felt…natural. Her mind was getting foggy. She tried to cry out but all that came out was a whine and a growl. Thinking was becoming difficult. Her sense were being overwhelmed with the smells and sounds around her.

A crash of thunder had her whimpering in fear but then the man walked over and stroked her hair. That calmed her down. She looked up at him and barked. He pulled out a leash and attached it to her collar. It only needed a gentle tug and she found herself crawling alongside him towards the door and her new life.

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Carmen smoked another cigarette as she waited for Master to pick her up. This was the final night of her first week working as a prostitute and she hoped that she had made enough money to pay off her husband’s gambling debts.

When Julio had failed to pay up on time, the man she now thought of as ‘Master’ had come to their house. He had taken her away and told Julio that she would be working for him now. When she protested, he had given her a choice - he had two ways of making women work for him: drugs or hypnosis. She didn’t want to become a drug addict so she agreed to be hypnotised to obey him. Now she called him Master and would do anything he commanded.

She still had her own mind, could think however she wanted, but she had to obey him. She hated being a whore but he had commanded her to do it and to act like she enjoyed it, so she did. It had occurred to her that if she made Master lots of money, he might just decide to keep her. The thought terrified her, but there was nothing she could do about it. As she finished the cigarette she saw Master’s car coming around the corner. For the thousandth time that night she cursed her stupid husband for getting her in this situation.

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accurate tagging lets people filter in and out things they do or don't want to see

I’ll add an AI tag going forward if people want me to, but I’m not trawling back through all my previous posts to edit them.

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hey can you tag your posts with ai tags please?

Why?

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It had been almost a month now since Olive had applied for a job as personal assistant to the billionaire Chester Heath. Almost a month since he had shown her that training video and she had found herself obeying his every command. She was his live-in maid and sextoy now.

As she vacuumed his office, she couldn’t help but think about what her life used to be like when she had free will. She missed her friends and family. She missed her house. She missed being able to have an opinion. Master had other servants who belonged to him, as she now did, but he had made them forget their past lives. She wondered why he had let her remember hers - well, most of hers. She no longer knew her last name, her address, or where she went to school. She suspected that it turned him on to know she was fully aware of being enslaved.

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Try as she might, she simply could not remember her own name. The man had told her to forget it and she had. He had also told her to sit down and be quiet, so that’s exactly what she was doing. She couldn’t understand what was happening, nor why she felt compelled to obey this man, whom she had never met before. But she somehow knew that she had no choice. She had to do everything he told her to do. She felt her pussy getting wet. Had he told her to do that as well?