Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Life of A Drone:

It is not uncommon for a subject to regret their choice mid-conversion. The weight of their decision, the sensory overload of their new body, or the now real promise of mindless oblivion trigger a flight or fight response more intense than any human emotion previously felt. Such subjects must be restrained for their own safety, as well as that of our staff, until the final phase of the transformation is achieved. Regardless of how they struggle, the result is the same. A blissfully blank drone, programmed for a new existence serving its betters. 

You could never be my daddy, darling. You were made to suck on my holes and whimper.

Look at you darling, you’re a sweet mess, aren’t you? Lips kiss bitten red, eyes glazed and dazed. What do you want sweetheart? Want to grind against my thigh until you cum, moaning and begging like the sweet little slut you always are for me? Do you want me to wrap my fingers around your throat and hold you down until everything’s woozy and you’re right in the cusp of cumming? 

Oh, do you think you deserve that baby boy? You think you deserve to cum like that, cum for me? Yes? Well then, prove it darling. Show me what you want, talk me through it, and don’t leave anything out. I want to hear everything, baby boy. 

You tried to be charming, funny, thought maybe you could get her to smile and warm up to you. But your lame attempts only annoyed her.

She stared sternly, reprimandingly into your eyes, and you knew,right then and there, you’d make a mistake, so you began to apologize.

She wasn’t having it- her expression went from annoyance to anger as finally she said “Shut up, idiot. You know you’ve got no business talking to a woman like me. But since you’ve bothered me already, I might as well put you to use…”

And just like that, she had you. You nodded your head, mumbled a “yes ma’am” and followed her, wanting only to worship, serve and obey her…