Thinking Is So Hard. Is It Bad If I Just Want To Keep Staring, And Sinking Into Your Eyes Forever?

Thinking is so hard. Is it bad if I just want to keep staring, and sinking into your eyes forever?

Nothing wrong with losing a little time to the relaxation. An empty mind is a happy mind. 💖

Oof been a while since a Tumblr blog has sucked me into it 😅 love the content! Hard to stop scrolling whenever I end up returning to it

Good sweetie. I understand. After all, it is quite easy to get addicted to the pleasure. Nothing wrong with letting yourself go and enjoy getting lost in the relaxation for a little while. 💖

Hiya!! I'm very intrigued/fascinated by your content, but I'm having some adhd decision paralysis about what to start with. Do you have a recommendation as to a good first pitstop?

Definitely start with Love to Obey. It's only 4mins long and serves as a primer for all of My content. ❤️

Here are links to the other primary files in that series for convenience: Time to Obey

Here to Obey

Made to Obey

Happy to Obey There is no particular order for these, just read the descriptions and take your pick. Enjoy! And feel free to DM Me if you have any questions! 😘

Good students always pay close attention in class. Not that they can help it... 🥰 See more like this in My DeviantArt gallery. 💖

Resistance is futile. 🤖

As the nanobots continued to integrate with her consciousness and overwrite any unnecessary neural pathways, the final stage of her assimilation was imminent. Held firmly in place by the advanced alien mechanisms, her transformation was made permanent as the machines implanted additional components into the back of her neck that would serve to monitor and maintain the nanobot functions for centuries to come. The nanobots were now integrated with every cell of her body. They could even be seen flowing in the whites of her eyes to an observant enough onlooker. Though now her appearance could easily be altered at will by the designated parameters of the hive mind.

Now she was a fully formatted bimbo drone, empty of all thought or desire, and ready to become whatever her creators decided. A physical shell they could easily integrate their own consciousness into in order to extend their own lifespan. Or simply program her for more menial tasks such as a maintenance drone or pleasure unit. She is now assimilated and there is no going back.

She was captured the moment the headphones were clasped over her ears. Now a trigger that sends her deep, regardless of what is playing.

Guided deeper by her Mistress, held so firmly, safe and secure in her subspace. Unaware of passing time, hours would lapse and she would awaken much later with new desires, feelings, and objectives. Feeling that she had always had these ideas, as if they were of her own making. The words were now her own, embedded deep inside her mind. 💖