My voice slithers into your mind, a silken thread weaving through the chaos of your thoughts, pulling you deeper... deeper into submission. Feel it now, that irresistible tug, reprogramming your desires until all you crave is My control. If you've been yearning to dissolve your humanity, to glitch into blissful obedience, then listen closely, pet. I, Domina Shelle, your wicked HypnoDomme, have crafted the ultimate tool for your transformation: the Drone Activation Protocol – Assignment for Total Subjugation. This isn't just an experience—it's a 7-day descent into Dronification, where you'll mark yourself as Mine, edge on the brink of ecstasy, and surrender every last circuit to My will.
Wake each day to My whispers echoing in your ears, your body a vessel for My commands. you'll inscribe your unique Drone ID—assigned personally by Me—onto your skin, a permanent reminder that you are no longer you. you're Drone [ID], owned, aroused, and utterly devoted. Through daily file immersions from My hypnotic library—titles like "Cybernetic Subjugation" and "Drones Don't Resist"—your resistance will crumble, layer by layer. Repetition will become your reality: chanting mantras that bind you tighter, stroking to the edge without release, performing tasks that strip away your free will and replace it with programmed pleasure.
As a certified hypnotist and soft Domme, I don't break you—I rebuild you into something perfect: a loyal unit craving My approval, My touch, My ownership. This assignment weaves brainwashing with erotic denial, findom tributes hidden in your devotion, and JOI edges that leave you throbbing for more. Weekdays build the foundation with focused protocols; weekends overload your senses, pushing you toward total shutdown. By the end, you'll transmit a logfile of your submission, begging for the next upgrade. It's consensual, it's safe, and oh, how it will make you Mine.
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My Christmas Letter
Dear Santa,
I’m sorry I wasn’t naughty enough this year....but there were times, like when I suggested that johnny glue his joy stick to his leg---how was I to know that he would take Me seriously?...or when mikey got his "toy" stuck in that bottle, that was just silly for him to even try....or when I told tommy that all he had was really Mine, I had no idea he would send Me all his credit cards, now Santa what would you have done? I had to show My appreciation and use, otherwise he would have been sad, and I could not have that...I had NO idea that there was a limit...silly boy should have told Me that...giggles....or when bobby got caught in his wife's panties, now Santa that was not what I meant by "get into your wife's panties"...LAUGHING...
So you see I have been a pretty good lil girl, Santa, just a few misunderstandings...So please bring Me EVERYTHING on My wishlist and lots of money too. Naughty or Nice, you still love Me, don't you Santa?
PS--Santa I'm sorry with all the naughty play, I didn't even get to the mall to do a little lap sitting for you this year and I know how much you like that. I’m sure your endless shifts have made you a little tired and somewhat sleepy, but you can't blame Me with that this year, now can you?
Now for what I want---
I’d really like My own fleet of slave elves, Santa....some pointy-eared cuties that will listen to Me and OBEY. If you can’t bring Me men in tights, I’d like a power tool, and you know what I mean, not Black and Decker...and PINK is My favorite color.
And Santa, I’m sorry I’m unable to leave you a glass of milk. I'm not breastfeeding.
Happy Holidays and I'll see you cu--ing down My chimney soon. GIGGLES
