weedsomthingorother:

Reblog if you

1. Want to get pegged by a 9-15 foot tall plant women

2. Your Flort looks REALLY cute right now

Or

3. You could absolutely DEVOUR some garlic bread right now

But don’t say which one it is

prettylynnpup:

I’m gonna choke you out until you fully pass out little mutt. I want you to lose fucking consciousness so when you wake up I’ll already be using you. And maybe if you wake up again, I’ll just put you back down, runt.

Fuck, it’s so fun to watch the consciousness leave your eyes, and know I really do have full control over you.

Good pet~

fuck i wish someone would do this to me tbh

galacticlavender:

phoenyxs-blog:

galacticlavender:

You Only Think When I Allow It

cw: intelligence play, light memory play, clicker training

“I’m smart when I want to be!” You regretted your words the second they left your mouth, and sure enough you now had your Mistress’s undivided attention.

“Petal? I think you meant to say that you are smart when I want you do be.” You hear the slight hum of her biorhythm bouncing off your implant, not strong enough to overwhelm you but enough to warn you that you were on thin ice.

“I uh well sorry Mistress I just thought…” 

She cuts you off before you can even finish the sentence: “No. You don’t think, pet.” This time her biorhythm gave you no room to argue or explain yourself. Your mind simply went 

Blank.

“Come back to me dear.” You hear the musical tones of your Mistress’s voice as you suddenly snap back to awareness. How long had it been? It couldn’t have been long you’re still in the same spot. You decide that it isn’t really important especially when Mistress is talking. “Darling are you back?” You nod silently as the last of the fog clears your head. 

“Normally I would say that this was enough of a demonstration but brats need reminded of their place sometimes don’t they dear?”

“Yes Mistress.” You say it automatically and without hesitation, you know better than to say or do anything else.

“Good pet!” A pulse of pleasure radiates through you before she quickly catches your attention again. 

“I think it’s time for a pop quiz pet! I know how much you used to pride yourself on how smart you were and that fancy education you had. That’s not inherently a bad thing, but the pressures and expectations that they put on you were crushing you before I found you flower. Thinking all the time was hurting you and I simply cannot allow that. Of course it’s ok to be smart sometimes too, but you need balance just as in all other parts of life. You seem to have forgotten that and it’s time for me to give you a reminder that you can be smart, yes, but only when I allow it. Now can you think clearly right now pet?”

You nod again, not knowing what she has planned but eager to find out. “Excellent then lets begin. Don’t worry the questions aren’t hard, especially for a smart girl like you who got such a fancy education,” you feel as well as hear the mocking tone of her voice and remember that with their long lifespans and superior intelligence even the smartest and most educated terran couldn’t hope to compair to an affini. 

“First question: what year did the Affini compact make diplomatic contact with humanity?” That’s easy, it was only a few years ago afterall. Before you can answer though you hear a sharp Click and feel a rush of pleasure that leaves your thoughts just a little more fuzzy than they were before. “Well pet? Whats the answer?” 

You hear another Click and another wave of that fuzzy pleasure floods over you. “That’s easy it’s…” The answer eludes you, replaced with a fuzzy, tingly warmth. Why is your head so foggy  suddenly? You don’t know, but Mistress is waiting for an answer. “I don’t know” you quietly admit.

“Good floret!”

Your Mistress’s praise feels so good that you barely even notice the Click that accompanied it or the fog rising behind it. What was going on again? You were proving you were smart so why is it so hard to think right now?

“Mistress, are you cheating by using xenodruggies to make me stupid?” You slur the words slightly reenforcing your theory that you have been drugged.

“Well first off, it would not be cheating to use xenodrugs on you. You are my pet and I can drug or play with you whenever I choose. But, no dear, you aren’t drugged. You don’t need to be anymore, remember this?” She produces a small plastic object. You whimper involuntarily as memories of countless hours of painstaking training rush back.

“Wait… you clicker trained me then made me forget about it?” You try to sound assertive but fail to hide your arousal at the thought of being trained.

“Watching you remember always was my favorite part. It’s just so cute watching you realize how much I own you. How much control I have over you.” You a faint moan escapes your lips but thankfully she interrupts you before you could embarrass yourself further. “I think its time for the next question: what is the name of the ship we are on?” Click.

Again you know that you should know the answer but it just can’t quite make it through the rising fog. “Uhhhhh I don’t know?” 

“Good pet!” another Click another wave of fuzzy pleasure hits your brain. “That’s right! You don’t know. Afterall why would a silly little pet like you need to remember things like that?” 

Another Click reminds you just how owned you are. “Good pets like you don’t need to think. Good pets like you can’t think, not without their owners permission anyway. You only think when I allow it. You aren’t a person anymore dear, you’re my adorable, obedient pet.” You don’t even try to hide your moan this time, you aren’t even sure you could hide it at this point iso you decide not to bother with trying.

“Ok pet, last question: what are you?” The anticipation you feel waiting for that beautiful Click almost feels as good as hearing it at this point.

“I’m your obedient pet, Mistress.”

“Yes you certainly are dear. I think you deserve a reward for doing such a good job.

Click.

umm,, umm, uhhh

awww what is it? use your words dear

emilynyaaa:

my ass would never be an independent sophont ❗❗❗
would get domesticated immediatly ❗❗❗❗

kueencrimson:

God puppygirl are so cute

Like I had to go eat dinner but I was like putting my partner in subspace so I just told them that they have to wait and whine and beg like a good floret, and a good puppy.

Shes been whining and sitting in a call for 10 minutes so far and shes still whimpering and whining. Its so adorable~

Im glad I introduced her to HDG its made her wayyy easier to train

Like all I have to say it good floret and good puppy and she melts into a little,barking whimpering puddle

I’m so glad this fuckin place exsistd

bubblegumgothglados:

bubblegumgothglados:

bubblegumgothglados:

I am hugely in favour of carving your submissive into a shape you desire, both mentally and physically.

But like with most things there are ethical ways to go about doing this.

1. You have to consider how healthy it’s going to be for them. The most clear cut example is loosing weight, study after study show that not only is there no healthy way of intentionally loosing weight there are also no effective long term ways. And there’s nuance here of course; botox, lip filler, corset training, etc, these all have varying levels of health risks.

2. The seed for what you want to do to them has to come from them. Well, “has to” is a little strong, you own them you can do whatever you like. But you will get the best results if you shape them they way they’re already leaning. For example; if your submissive is obedient feed and nurture that obedience, if your submissive is a brat play their game with them, and if you don’t like the way they lean that’s a you problem not a them problem.

“So what can I do to shape my submissive?”

Great question imaginary dominant

First go read THIS guide to training

Second, what are your goals. There’s no point starting to sculpt them without having an idea of what you want them to look/ be like as you both make progress.

After that it’s going to depend heavily on your vision of them. But here’s a few suggestions on where to start.

Clothing (and maybe makeup?), absolutely the easiest place to start. Do you want them to show more skin? Dress up more? Feminine, masculine, or androgynous? Colourful or all black? Is there a specific style you’d like them to dress in? As with everything it might be best to start slowly, don’t replace their entire wardrobe in one go; gradually guide them in the direction you’d like

Posture? Do they sit up straight? If not pressing the lower middle of their back whenever you notice them slouching is a good reminder. How do they walk? If they step in a line their hips will sway pleasingly. How do they hold their hands, what’s their resting face look like, etc, etc, etc all of these things can be modified

Vocal patterns? The voice is very malleable, you could raise or lower their pitch, remove or add words or phrases to their lexicon

There are innumerable things that you could change about your submissive even without getting into the plastic surgery side,,,

so long as they are happy to be changed.

To quote myself

If your ultimate goal isn’t for your sub to be as happy and self fulfilled as possible, whatever that looks like for them, then what the fuck are you doing.

mint-and-authoress:

Something I think does not get enough traction is slime × slime. There’s a lot of slime × monster and a ton of slime × human. Allow me to share an experience I’ve had with my wife.

Keep reading

thehivehypnosis:

house of dolls, chapter one

warnings for transformation, mild dubcon

Chapter one

You looked around, in the now empty kitchen. The door you were trying to open stood before you, identical in all ways to those you’d opened before. You looked down. You were wearing a dress now, the same as the other Dolls. Your arms were covered in a thin wood, and had shrunk. You could feel the weight of your own body.

You heard gentle, clicking footsteps, and turned. There was someone standing there. Another Doll, clearly, but one that carried some authority in her stance. One eye was covered by an eyepatch, the other stared at you, intense and blue. She was calm.

The Doll approached you, a clipboard in one hand, and asked you your name. You were only just able to stammer out that you didn’t have one. She wrote something down on her board, and gestured to the broom. 

“Who are you? Where am i? What’s going on?”

“I am Mae, right hand. You are in our mistress’ manor. You are being domesticated and made a Doll for your safety and the safety of others.”

You stood there in shock. The Doll gestured to the broom again.

“Pick it up. It is yours to bear.”

You picked up the broom, and the runes on it began to hum slightly in your hand. 

“Sweep the upstairs dining hall, and the hallway just outside of it, then return to the maids quarters to rest until tomorrow. From now on your name is Erril, 15th rung. Understood?”

You didn’t answer, instead just staring at her, before she walked away, satisfied. 

The broom took on weight, and began to guide your mind towards the stairs. You felt that same fog threaten to creep upon you, and began to walk. Your mind cleared as you obeyed, the broom feeling light, and satisfied.

You began to climb the stairs. There were forty steps, divided into two flights. As you made it up the last step, you began to look around. The second floor was simpler than the first. Before you was a long hall, stretching from one end of the manor to the other, with rooms to either side. 

Far down to the right, toward the eastern side of the building, was a door already propped open. A maid stepped out carrying a small tray tucked under her arm, and walked towards the stairs. As she passed, she stopped.

“You look new. Do you need some help?”

“I.. think i might, yes… how do i leave?”

“Leave? Why would you ever want to do that?”

Your mind clouded once again from the brooms influence, and you found you couldn’t think of a reason. You opened your mouth, but no words came out before you closed it again. Looking puzzled. The maid giggled slightly.

“I’m janice, 10th rung. And you?”

You paused for a moment. Would you really accept the name given to you?

“I’m Erril, 15th rung. I was told to sweep this hall and the dining room, could you point me towards it, please?”

The broom hummed in your hand as words that were not your own spilled from your mouth. Your tongue felt heavy. The maid giggled once again, and pat you softly on the head, before pointing towards the propped open door.

“Me and some others are cleaning after a feast. Mistress had company for the first time in a while, so it was a real party. Careful not to close the door~”

The maid left, and you began to sweep. The fogginess came upon your mind again. You tried to fight it, but the broom hushed you to rest once again. You vaguely noticed other maids bump into you, or pass you by. You worked beside them wordlessly.  

porcelain-feather:

The fear is the first thing she takes from you, almost too quickly for you to even notice. A few quick tingles at the back of your mind, and then…nothing. You are enveloped in a calm you haven’t felt in longer than you can remember, longer than you want to remember. There’s a shiver the passes down your spine, an echo of an emotion, yet…oddly pleasant. Why were you even worried in the first place? There’s nothing wrong with a strange woman running her fingers through your thoughts, sorting and organizing them like strands destined to become a tapestry. Nothing wrong at all.

That’s it, dear. Just relax. You’re safe here. I would never let you come to harm in my home. You know that, don’t you?

Even if you don’t feel the fear anymore, you remember why you came here. Your home wasn’t safe any longer, nor were the roads. All that remained was the forest where no one but the desperate ever dared to tread. The stories warned of something awful, yet you didn’t feel even a moment of apprehension before following the trail through the twisting branches and strange flowers. The rest of the world had become dangerous to you, but not here, not anymore. Now it would keep everything bad out just as surely as it kept you in, safe and protected. Cherished. Loved. Given all the care and kindness you deserve.

You don’t know how long you spend on the table as she trims away the things you don’t need and tidies up the ones you do, but it never once becomes uncomfortable. Her hands are soft and precise, gentle with you in a way the world never was, until at last you sense that she is done. She helps you sit up, guides your head so you don’t look at the old parts she helped you discard, and smiles at you with the warmth of the midday sun.

“Welcome Home, dearest. How about we learn what sort of work you are best suited for, hm? Everyone needs a Purpose, after all~”

mooestriovermind:

If you’re currently feeling submissive and hypnotizable, reblog this post.

Now.