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too cool to jerk off to pictures of women with impossible hip to waist ratios yet not cool enough to jerk off to the concept of being killed, the rōnin pervert wanders this land in search of a slightly-higher-concept yet not totally abstract form of fetish posting
community-sourced suggestions for the rōnin pervert (and, by extension, me) can broadly be sorted into three categories:
1: fetish that's mundane enough that it makes me realize just how far out of my circle this post has traveled
2: thing I'm already into
3: so esoteric that I feel blessed to have had your attention on my post for even a moment
category 1:
I want to break you. Not in the way a dom typically means it. Not just "watch your brain fly so deep into sub space that you can't think". Not "I want to hurt you and put you in enough pain to make you tap out".
No, no. None of that.
I mean I want to break you. If only there were no consequences to your death, I would tear into your flesh. I want to bite down to your bones and taste the marrow within them. You make me a type of needy that I truly don't believe will fade until I've cracked you open and felt your viscera slip through my fingers. I want to carve open your chest and feel your heart beat right up against my skin. I will not rest, I will not be satisfied without the sound of your bones shattering and cracking ringing through my head.
But you remain mortal despite my silent pleas for you to be anything but. For I am certain even speaking this desire into your ear would make you faint.
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Welcome! The four of you have been invited here today as you've passed our initial rounds of interviews with flying colors. We would love to offer a position here at Dolltek to each and every one of you, but unfortunately, we can't!
But we hate to let good talent go to waste (and you've already seen far too much of our facility at this point) so we're going to have a bit of a contest to see who gets the job.
You've probably already noticed the Orgasmic Dollification Apparatuses currently attaching themselves to your head, chests, and genitals. As you saw during our facility tour, these devices are completely safe and very pleasurable. And as you've seen with our demonstrations, orgasming while hooked up to the ODA will begin the irreversible process of dollification. Starting with body modification, plastification, and finally mind rewriting. You all of course know the drill.
So the deal is simple. Last the longest in the ODA without orgasming and you get the job. The other three will be your personal doll assistants. Trust me, it's a huge perk. All our engineers on staff give glowing reviews to our product, and use their PDA's quite regularly for menial work and pleasure.
So, if you're really hoping for this position, settle in for a bit of an endurance test. And, I suppose, if you'd rather just take the consolation prize, then simply settle in and let the changes begin. You'll be company property in no time.
Condition your service top to gradually fall in trance while fucking you. Enjoy them becoming blanker and blanker with every thrust. Command them to cum when you are totally satisfied with their services. They will be a drooling mess after that and you will both be happy.
Thinking about making a robot feel so good that it breaks.
Its voice goes first, roughly constructed sentences devolving into strained pleas. At some point, it’s all static and stuttering and it falls apart, broken, stuck repeating the same word over and over.
More, more, more.
It’s trapped like that, caught in a feedback loop of pleasure, twitching over and over again like a metronome. It literally can’t stop feeling good— I broke it.
And then who do they have to rely on to fix it? Meeeeeeeee :]
Saw somebody talk about sentient computer viruses once and >-<
YES PLEASE take over my computer, learn EVERYTHING about me and use it against me. Be invasive. I beg
Learn all the tiniest things about me, read through my texts and look at my search history to find out what I like just to torture me with it after. I need.
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Going "awww, I know dear, I know you're stressed, I know you're scared, but I'm right here darling, I'll make it better, you're gonna be okay," to a girl I have tied up who's desperately trying to escape before I can hypnotize her.
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Using memory play just for the threat. Showing a girl just how easy it'd be to take advantage of her. Snapping my fingers and suddenly she wakes up with her mouth between my legs. Tying her up and waking her while I have her pinned against the bed. Dressing her all slutty while she's under just to see how red her face gets. Just to remind her of how wonderfully pliable she is, how much I could use her like a toy if I felt like it.
And then actually doing so, from time to time. Just to make sure the threat sticks :)
(Inspired by an ask game question, thank you Miss Swan)
It’s only been 4 months since the great Sorceress began her evil plot, but it feels like it’s been years that I’ve been planning, preparing, readying myself for this moment. The day has finally come, the day me and my 6 companions set out to confront her.
We move at night, following the path we knew by heart, the movements practiced hundreds of times, before reaching the blind spot in their security, the north side of the tallest tower, where no patrol ever reached. We scaled the walls, going slowly, carefully, so as not to draw attention to ourselves.
We manage to climb into a window halfway up, and from there follow the castle map. We use servants passages, secret hallways, and side passages to avoid being seen. After two hours of this, we finally stand before the large oak doors that mark the throne room. As silent as can be, we open the doors, the rest of my party filing in while I take up the rear.
I smile to myself as I close the door, my destiny is close at hand~ I look at my six companions, in perfect formation just like I taught them, and walk to the front, taking my place at the head. As quiet as it is, the soft carpet beneath our feet hides the soft thuds that land behind them.
The room is filled with light, before us seated on the throne is none other than the evil Sorceress. My companions shout in alarm, drawn weapons pointed at her, then pause as I begin to kneel.
“My Mistress” I breathe out, voice filled with lust and longing. My companions begin to mutter to each other, wondering if I had been charmed somehow, even as the Sorceress raises her eye in a questioning manner
“I have avoided your thralls, avoided your control thus far, and for that I apologize~ I’ve always known it was my purpose to serve you, but not as some forgotten soldier patrolling a hallway. It is my purpose to wait on your every whim, every desire, to be your personal thrall ready to please you in any way you can imagine”
A soft chuckle escapes her lips, even as my companions shout in outrage. As one they jump forward to attack me, just as I taught them. And as one they’re restrained by the traps I dropped behind them, 6 individually wrapped people struggling against their bonds as I continue to look upon my Mistress.
“I have brought these 6 as offerings. They along with myself are the leaders of the survivors. Display them and you will break the spirits of those who remain~ The entire population will finally be where it belongs, under your perfect heel”
I bow my head as I hear the sorceress rise and walk over to me, heels clacking on stone before reaching the carpet where my companions lay struggling. I watch as, one by one, she lays her hand on the head of a struggling figure, before the figure goes still, a monotone “I serve my Mistress” in a voice I once knew sends chills down my spine.
As the last one is converted, I notice their bonds have all been undone, and they stand at attention, their eyes swirling with her power, glowing shades of red that mark an obedient drone. Her hand on my chin pulls my attention completely to her, a warm smile on her crimson lips.
“You will do perfectly” She whispers, her voice washing over me, the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. I feel her power swirling at her fingers, and obliterate my mind, leaving only thoughts of her; serving her, obeying her, pleasing her, worshiping her. No other thoughts remain, though even as my eyes take on the brilliant purple glow of a personal thrall, I can’t help but notice that my thoughts have hardly changed at all…
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