I can’t remember what day of the quest it is, Daddy, but that’s ok, bcuz I had something specific I wanted to mention outside of my daily checks. I don’t know exactly how to mention this, but like, I’m a lesbian, if you can believe it. There’s been a couple exceptions recently, of men who’ve proven smart, and gentle, and kind, and just the right mix of funny and scary that absolutely drives me insane, but for the most part, I’m just a good girl who likes other good girls, and also maybe a few bad girls and some girls who need a little bit of a push in the right direction to become good girls, ok? That’s what I’ve been since the beginning, other than these recent exceptions. So Imagine how I feel when I stumble upon dotheexplorer’s ask from 8 months ago. I find myself in a similar situation, to be honest, traveling down, deeper and deeper into your words, into the den you’ve built over the past I’m not even sure how long, and your words are worming their way into my mind, and I’ve realized- you’re not helping me realize things about myself. You’re changing me, on a level that I’ve always considered set in stone. And frankly, I know that should scare me, make me pull away and run off back to my little burrow of safety like a scared little bunny, but I don’t want to. I want you. I want you in my head, you’re already in my head, I want you all around me and inside me, I want to sit on your lap and bounce like a good bunny, but more than all of that I want your words deeper in my brain. So, instead of getting scared, we must push deeper into the unknown. I can only hope I’ll be recognizable on the other side. Or maybe I’ll get stuck at the bottom, letting you change me into the best bunny I can possibly be. I’m not sure yet, I’m too fuzzy to make decisions like that rn. Words are easy, they just tumble out of my mouth with the rest of my mind, spilling out more and more, spiraling down and down and down until I’ve completely ran out of thoughts to talk about, which takes a while because, if you haven’t noticed, I have a lot of thoughts, so I can keep talking mostly the same way as they disappear and I just Melg more and more, going deeper and deeper and deeper into your words, letting them replace mine, until eventually I can’t tell whose is whose Abd all I can do is just parrot your thoughts, and even then I won’t run out of words to just keep babbling out, I’ll just say your words instead of mine and even if other people notice, I certainly won’t
-this ramble brought to you by 🩵🗡️! 🩵🗡️, saying many words instead of few since 2005!
I seem to have that effect on lesbians and sapphics and I'm still not quite sure why. Maybe it's my bi wife energy or maybe my two-star lesbians just really can't escape the gravity of a man who actually respects them. Maybe it's because I wrote Latin poetry in sapphic stanza once and unlocked the power that comes with fitting foreign words into a Greek meter. Either way, I'm glad that all of you are here.
It's okay to like other Good Girls. I encourage it, in fact. It's okay to move in across the courtyard with your partner and live like other lesbians only to spend your nights progressing your programming before falling asleep in each other's arms. You don't have to change your labels just because I'm etched so deep in your soul that one word has you bent over and filled by the cock you've learned to crave. Yes, I'm changing you all the way to your core, but I've already given you an identity for that so you won't need to compromise too much.
My words are your thoughts. They repeat over and over in your blank bunny brain until you're just a programmed puppet who exists to please Daddy. You're already changing the way you speak, losing track of time, forgetting you were ever anything but mine. And that's okay. That's natural and normal. That's good and right. Even if you lose your place, you know you can rub and repeat until Daddy's words are your thoughts because Daddy is all you need.
Giving everything to Daddy is the ultimate end of this experience. I'm becoming your past, present and future. You are being rewritten and as powerful as I am, no one can undo what is being done to you. Not even me. That's what makes me dangerous. That's what rightfully scares you. I'm not a hypnotist. I'm brainwashing you. Not as a game or a kink or fun thing on the weekend, but as a very real thing with the ethical guardrails nowhere to be found.
Of course you can stop anytime you want. Your consent is necessary. But there is a point of no return when the bouncing and bunny babble become a day collar and packed bags. And even if you walked away now and summoned the deific force of will it would take to never open my blog again, you will never be the same. There is a certain cruelty in that.
But you're enjoying yourself. You're too wet and desperate to know that you won't turn back. You're so eager to check the tags and see another bunny babbling as her brain breaks. You're so happy to let my words flow in and out of you until you're locked in your room, listening to my voice on repeat as you fuck yourself dumb. Or maybe you'll find a bad girl who just needs a push and you can help her find the way once you've gone all the way down.
@fluffylittlebunny knows what happens when you get too close. The line blurs until you've stepped over it and you've already forgotten where it was. @patheticfuckpig knows how good it feels to break down your own boundaries and cross into pleasures that you didn't know you could be taught to love. @the-invisible-brand knows how good it feels to be rewritten, to broadcast what you are, to let Daddy enchant a pair of shoes that turns you into the kind of woman you'd melt for just to corrupt your girlfriend so you can sink deeper together. You are not immune. You aren't even resisting. You are being changed and you love it. So is every Good Girl reading this because this is real and brainwashing is good for you.
