clownmasteraz: Oh, so… you’re here again. Dear oh dear. Aren’t you worried?I
clownmasteraz: Oh, so… you’re here again. Dear oh dear. Aren’t you worried?I mean, you’ve been Mindless a lot. Like, a lot a lot. You should stop. Wait, can you stop? Oh. I see. You can’t. You’re addicted to the pleasure, the rush, the tingling feeling that you shouldn’t be enjoying this so goddamn much.It’s starting to seep into your daily life, isn’t it? How many times have you considered skipping your responsibilities to be mindless and make yourself dumber?To be a Living Doll for real?To make yourself even more addicted.To go deeper and deeper?A gentle, kind hypnotic scene doesn’t do it for you anymore.Hell, most of what you see online is looking so… dull to you.No, you need darker stuff. Stronger stuff. You need the mental the feeling of breaking your own values and mind, your own downfall.To be stiff in mind and body.Deeper and deeper you go…Where will it end? How long will you last before you need to become that doll?How long until you decide your purpose is to obey?How long until you become that doll and freeze on command?Oh. You are enjoying the prospect, aren’t you? You want to fall. Deeper and deeper. Kinkier and kinkier.Smoother and Smoother.Stiffer and Stiffer.Only able to move on command or by the touch of another. More and more broken and mindlessly obedient.I won’t stop you. I don’t even think I could.After all, neither can you.My little Dolly.OG: the pretty nosferatu (modified) -- source link