In Case Anyone Needs Blanking...

You deserve love now. Not once you lose weight. Not once you accomplish that thing. Not once you move. Not once you get on medication. Not once you start therapy. Not once you get that job. Not once you're more like them. Now. You don't have to earn the right to be loved. You deserve it right now, and always have.

Wanting it

Needing more

Drifting down

Falling fast

Sinking deeper

Loving hypnosis

a spiral loop to accompany DumpPuppyBot's DRONE/Object file {soundcloud}:

hypno.nimja.com

Spiral Zoom - Nimja Hypnosis

Fading out into infinity, with layers of appearing spirals.

JUST MY DRONE

Human Emulation Report

I've had a thing for rubber, since the first time a playmate asked me if I'd like to try one of his shirts as we did a bondage scene, way back in the before times of 1995. Catsuits, shirts, pants, open-crotch singlets, jocks were all acquired and worn, even under normie clothes at work. During the mid-life reset, I went without for several years, as what I had wore out and I didn't have the money to replace.

A couple years ago, Sir and I were a a second-hand shop that benefited an autistic man and his family, and I bought an Excel wetsuit. Wearing that reawakened my drone/programming interests that had also been put on hold while ending my relationship {hardly the way to describe ending 18+ years of my life. Even without the legal papers, it was a divorce.}, structuring and building my new relationship with Sir, then moving to Seattle.

I got a cheap smoothskin suit off of Ebay, and started wearing that to my cheese-demo gig, both to keep warm while standing by the cooler case, and to feel "droned" while at work. I bought a couple more Excel wetsuits, to add to the mix, and to replace the $10 suit that was actually a bit short, and had started to separate at some of the waist seams. I worked at continuing what programming I had from a programmer on MALEBOTS who had disappeared.

This year, while roaming Tumblr, I came across

Drone DNK-070121

@dnk-070121

and its report of programming and conversion, with a its resources, provided a shot of inspiration, and files to which I could listen. I truly jump-started my programming/brainwashing efforts. Listening to some of the files it listed gave me a boost in what I had, and helped me find other files that fit my needs and brain-functions.

Things got put on hold a bit in late summer, while I focused on work tasks while my team was going through staff changes, and, this may sound weird, but also stalled by the customizing/rebuild of my chastity cage/device. It was as if I couldn't do programming while I was combining 2 of my devices into one, and getting the new, improved device to actually fit and work with my body.

I suppose I've been wearing one so long, that being in it combined with what programming I had, to the extent that I couldn't effectively continue without it. Now that it is successfully rebuilt, and can be worn permanently without injury, I have aggressively pursued my programming.

I started off with the dronepuppy files that donk 070121 had used. Then I found a post about becoming a silver cyborg from WarpMyMInd, which lead to Tenacious's "Drone_Daily_Brainwashing" files. Even with the scripts, I was concerned about using the orgasm-denial version, because I didn't want to be trapped. After a few weeks of listening to the v.2, non-orgasm-denial version, I made the jump. I've jerked off/fantasized about chastity/cock-control for over a decade, and I'd been wearing a chastity cage almost daily for a decade as well. It also seemed a useful way to test the progress of my mental conditioning/conversion.

Within days, I noticed changes. I still don't go into a blank "trance", but I noticed a marked change in my thoughts and behavior. Drone_Daily_Brainwashing has, literally, changed my mind. I am much more able to function productively during the day, due to less over-thinking/living in my thoughts, mostly because I have fewer thoughts to overthink.

Wearing wetsuits as "droneskins" has become among an obsession,as well as fetish. I feel/think/act as a drone while skinned. As drone has noted in a previous post, I've added wearing rubber yard gloves to the skin, and now I don't feel complete when not wearing them. It takes effort to not get skinned on days when I'm just doing errands or home tasks.

That is another change. The intensity/frequency of feeling aroused/pleasured/correct/complete while skinned/installed in a droneskin has increased geometrically the last coupe of weeks. I can no longer imagine living/existing without being droneskinned/booted/gloved. When it is not appropriate or efficient to be booted or gloved, my programming makes the exception. I can function without them, but I notice the lack of skin and... lack of dronestate/dronemind.

There are times during my workday, when I find myself with a hand under my work shirt or down my jeans, stroking my droneskin. Not trying to get an erection, both because I'm caged, and because getting off is being erased from my mind by the brainwashing, and because I'm not trying to get hard, just to be aroused and focused/efficient from being focused on my droneskin. Being SEALED/SECURED/CONTROLLED/PROGRAMMED, feeling SEALED/SECURED/CONTROLLED/PROGRAMMED enables me to function more thoughtlessly/more efficiently/more focused on whatever I'm doing.

Around the house, doing house tasks has also become more automatic. Sir has started to notice that there is less talk about doing tasks/more... tasks being done, just doing of tasks and chores. Good boys get things done. Good drones function efficiently and well. Thinking like this has become more a part of my thinking, with a corresponding decrease in over-thinking/thinking about getting things done. Sir still doesn't really "get" the drone thing, but He accepts it and what I'm doing.

5,000 likes! Now to get that many followed/followers!

Hypnovember Files #1 - Safer is Deeper

A conversational file meant to give you dynamic and strong safeties, and in the process, make you much more susceptible. There is a long ramble at the beginning, but it is worth listening to.

I tried a more direct sort of suggestion style for this, less visualization focused. I hope it works! ^v^

Soundgasm:

Voice Only

Binaurals & SFX

Ambient

Youtube:

Voice Only

Binaurals & SFX

Ambient

Comments and follows are appreciated! <3 I love seeing asks talking about your experiences, too.

And be sure to share around! <3

Time to infiltrate Drone Tech...

DroneTech - Infiltration 1/2

Scott snapped a quick pic to his superiors to let them know that he had successfully infiltrated the DroneTech facility. He was tasked with investigating their operations of one of their "recruitment" centers. Recently they had received a tip that a handful of missing persons had last been seen entering the facility.

He decided the best way into the building was by signing up for a tour and then break away and disguise himself as worker and sneak around. The rubber suit he was wearing was identical to those reportedly worn by DroneTech employees but was created by the police's research department as opposed to DroneTech.

He dressed himself in regular clothing to hide the suit and proceeded to the facility. He took a deep breath and entered. He quickly found his tour group and fell in line with the others as they walked through the lobby and further into the facility while the tour guide droned on boringly.

Upon entering the main work floor, he discovered a problem with his plan. Every worker on the floor, while dressed in a suit identical to his, has a gas mask and hood over their head. The masks completely covered their faces, hiding every identifying feature under thick, heavy rubber. The lenses of the mask were mirrored so not even the faintest traces of the human inside could be seen.

He knew that he would have to obtain one to be able to infiltrate further and saw various places where there were suits and masks sitting around on trays and tables but never felt like a good opportunity appeared to snatch one.

Almost as if answering his prayer one of the more rambunctious tourists started asking a lot of questions about missing persons and everything. He looked over at the man and immediately recognized him as a reporter for a local news. The tour guide's demeanor quickly changed realizing who the man was and signaled their security. Two muscular rubberclad drones quickly flanked the man who started yelling louder and louder. Scott realized that this was the distraction he needed and quickly but subtly snagged a mask off a tray and quickly tucked it into his jacket. A quick glance around led to a sigh of relief as everyone was still focused on the screaming reporter being hauled away by the security drones.

After the commotion died down the tour guide apologized and proceeded to continue with the tour, going through a clearly very rehearsed script explaining the facility and its operations.

While passing through a busy hallway, Scott saw a small bathroom across from a "Restricted" area and decided that this was his chance. He slid into the restroom quietly while the group was looking at something the other direction and quickly stashed his clothing for easy retrieval. He stood in the restroom now wearing nothing but the rubber suit. He looked down at the mask.

He held the mask in his hands and inspected it. To him it looked like a regular rubber gasmask. The lenses were mirrored and the only opening he could see was at the neck. He knew the rubber was a special formula designed by DroneTech but as far as he knew it was just a more durable rubber.

He slowly slid the mask over his head. The inside of the mask was slick with some type of lubricant that made putting it on a simple task. The intense smell of the rubber, however, caught him off guard and made his head swim and lungs burn. He coughed uncontrollably for a few moments before he started to adjust to the intense smell, regaining his composure and standing up straight. He looked back at himself in the mirror and saw that he now was completely identical to the rubberclad workers and wouldn't have any issue at all blending in with them as he did his reconnaissance.

He felt his cock stir against his suit as he admired himself in the mirror. He rubbed his crotch for a moment, basking in the feeling of the rubber and the complete anonymity that it provided. The pleasure gently flowing through him masked the pleasurable tingling sensation that was happening wherever the DroneTech rubber was touching. He wanted to stand there and enjoy himself more but knew that he had a job to do.

With a few deep breaths to regain his composure and build up his confidence. He exited the restroom and purposefully walked across the hall and through the restricted access door. He was immediately blown away by what he saw.

The room was filled with rows upon rows of what he could best describe as pods. Each one had a rubberclad drone secured inside with various tubes and mechanical bits running around it. He approached one of them cautiously, trying to maintain a safe distance as to not draw attention to himself. Inside appeared a mixture of a chair and a harness.

The drone was suspended in the device, it's arms and legs bound tightly by metal clamps around its wrists, ankles and neck, all connected to a centralized support frame. He could see something large lodged in the drone's rear with wires connected to it as well as a device wrapped firmly around its cock with tubes and wires coming out of it. He looked closer at the tube and could see that the drone's cum was being pumped out via one of the tubes which led into the side of the pod in an almost steady stream. He stepped a little closer and noticed a few more tubes running around the pod. One led to the end of the mask which he assumed was to control breathing and the others snaked around and connected to the various parts of the drone's body. A larger tube fed through a hole in the metal collar and looked to be injecting something directly into its neck.

Although he was concerned, he found himself becoming aroused by the sight. He realized that with his current disguise, that could be him up there and no one would know. He rubbed his throbbing member through the rubber suit and fantasized about being suspended and milked for all he was worth. He didn't realize that the tingling sensation from the mask was had spread down his neck and over his chest.

He rubbed a hand across his chest and passively noted how he felt like he could feel through the rubber as though it was his own skin. It tingled pleasantly but he paid it no mind. He kept passing pod after pod, most occupied but some empty. He found himself gazing longingly at the empty pods as he passed them, part of him was incredibly curious about how it worked. A loud shouting drew his attention from the pods and he moved in closer to investigate.

The shouting was coming from the reporter from earlier and Scott crouched down to see what was going on. He saw the man, now wearing a rubber suit identical to the other drones, being restrained by two large rubber men, one on each side and a smaller man in a suit standing in front of him. He couldn't hear what the man was saying but heard the reporter yell back.

"You can't fucking do this! Let me go! Do you have any idea who I am!?"

Neither the man nor the drones seemed to care what he was saying and the man pulled out gasmask identical to those of all the workers...and Scott...and unceremoniously forced it over the struggling man's head. His cries of protest quickly muffled by the thick rubber. Scott passively rubbed his hand along his throbbing erection as he watched as the man then pulled out a small device and pressed one of the buttons on it. Scott felt a small electric jolt, like he had a static shock in his ears but was too engrossed by what was happening to the man to take notice.

As if on command the trapped man's cock sprung to life, going from flaccid to full mast in an instant. His muffled protests quickly turned to lusty moans. The well dressed man displayed a devilish grin and pressed another button the device. Scott watched as two vacant pods opened up next to the man. The man's smile quickly turned to confusion as he looked at the two pods, clearly he was only expecting one. With a shrug he stepped aside and gestured for the drones to escort the now pleasure stricken man into the pod.

With mechanical efficiency the drones positioned the man into the harness. He was too far wrapped in his own pleasure to process much of what was going on and once he was positioned correctly, the pod activated and all the clamps closed with a snap. The man had a moment of shock and tried to move but only the slightest wriggle was possible against the restraints.

A tube crept down from the roof the pod. It snaked its way down and through a hole in the back of the harness' collar and lanced itself directly into the man's neck. He noticed the man seemed to cease what little struggling he could offer, seeming to become completely rigid in the harness.

Scott then watched as mechanical arms descended and started spraying a black liquid all over the man. Within a matter of seconds he was completely coated in it. The pod lit up a warm red color as Scott could see the liquid quickly solidify and smooth out on the man. In no time the man was now completely sealed in a rubber suit identical to all the others.

The man in the suit looked back at the man now trapped in the pod and smirked before turning to walk away. Scott could tell he was more than confident the problem had been resolved. The drones, however, remained where they were to monitor the process.

A strange whirring sound emanated from the pod now and he saw movement from behind the man. A pleasure filled moan echoed loudly and Scott could only assume that the plug he saw in the drone earlier was now nestled firmly in his rear. He continued rubbing his own aching dick through the rubber while he watched the event unfolding in front of him. The pleasurable tingle reaching over his arms and down his abdomen now.

He couldn't believe how horny he was getting. He was having a hard time focusing on anything but the throbbing, almost painful, need burning in his dick. He looked down at his body, noting how the rubber felt like it was gripping his body more, almost adhering to it. Where before the rubber smoothed out his muscular frame, now it seemed to almost accentuate it.

Distracted by his own lust, he didn't notice the tubes snaking down from the roof of the pod and attaching themselves to the man in various places. He did hear another faint whir which drew his attention back to the pod. He glanced back at the last moment to see a tube connect itself to the mask, presumably to control airflow of the inhabitant.

A silver metallic cylindrical tube rose up from the floor of the pod and expertly guided itself over the man's throbbing rubber erection. He heard the man scream in ecstasy as various tubes and wires worked inserted themselves into the shaft. About a minute passed by and the euphoric screaming had died down into a almost mindless moan then silence. The final touch signaling the completion of the process was when a screen on top of the pod flickered to display "WT-4885". The man was now nothing more than just another drone being milked in a pod.

Scott knew he had discovered the evidence he needed and should leave but as he was getting ready to make a break for it he spotted the open pod next to the now finished drone.

...enter the pod...

He heard the idea flicker in his head and felt a strange compulsion to obey it. He knew that was completely out of the question though. He needed to leave and report his findings to bring this shady company down.

...enter the pod...obey...

new droneskin analysis

it acquired a 2nd hand droneskin this week. the neoprene is quite thick, and, unlike more recent droneskins which are soft and sticky, the surface is firm and slick. this skin is almost the quintessence of what this unit considers a slick, firm, unyielding droneskin. It is sufficiently thick that it wears the unit installed, rather than the unit wearing the skin.

the logo imprint inside the skin is visible beneath the holiday tie.

mustache included.

the tie tip points to the chastity bulge.

it is more than chastity, though. part of one of unit's mantras is: SEALED... SECURED... CONTROLLED...

DRONE ARMOR IS SEALED

ARMOR IS SEALED AND SECURED

SEALED AND SECURED FOR CONTROL

SECURED AND CONTROLLED FOR PROGRAMMING

CONTROL PROGRAM ENABLED

PROGRAMMING ENABLES DRONING

ENABLED DRONE IS ARMORED

DRONE ARMOR IS SEALED

ARMORED SEALED SECURED

SEALED SECURED CONTROLLED

SECURED CONTROLLED PROGRAMMED

CONTROLLED PROGRAMMED ENABLED

PROGRAMMED ENABLED DRONED

ENABLED DRONED ARMORED

DRONED ARMORED SEALED

the steel tube has been modified/customized so that it fits unit's organic valve core perfectly. it can be worn permanently. it is removed only for damage inspection and maintenance. as a consequence of unit's current/ongoing programming, unit cannot orgasm/cum when it stimulates the organic component to physically reinforce its programming.

This droneskin is now in high-priority rotation for drone installation

Hypnosis - Everything can work

It's the combination of the desire to be hypnotized and the understanding that you can be hypnotized that combines together to make someone susceptible to trance. If you know how easy it is to go under, but you don't want to, you won't. Vice versa, if you want really bad to drop, but feel that it's impossible to do so, you won't fall.

Some people are in the second boat- quite a few, actually. If you want to be hypnotized, but think that your mentality or a certain mental illness prevents you from being hypnotized, you misunderstand. Everyone can experience trance. Many frequently have and didn't attribute the state they were in as hypnosis. It doesn't even require the ability to picture something in your head, or the ability to focus. Hypnosis can be brief, it can be long, but it is accessible by everyone. You need only notice that you're being hypnotized, and recognize that it can happen, in order for it to happen.

Take for example, right now. You've been reading down this informative post, your curiosity piqued by the knowledge I have to offer. And thusly, you have locked your attention on my words, here. Eager to learn, happy to recognize the hypnotic nature of a good monologue. Even if you don't picture a comfortable place like your back porch on a cool day or a beanbag when it's raining outside, you can still find it possible to recognize how my words affect you.

Even if they affect you minimally, it's possible that you still notice something as small as a change in your breathing. You see, small changes, however noticeable, tend to occur when you take note of the fact that someone is trying to hypnotize you. You can find it easy or difficult to follow what I'm saying, but ultimately you will be able to recognize that I am indeed trying to hypnotize you in this moment.

For some, the mere mention that someone may be actively hypnotizing them could lead to the familiar fuzzy feelings of trance to overtake them. Maybe you can already feel the sensations you recognize as trance. Maybe you don't know what hypnosis feels like! Maybe you've never been hypnotized (or you feel like you haven't) and you're just curious enough to keep reading. Either way, you are reading, and I am hypnotizing you, which means you are feeling at least somewhat different.

Considering that many experience trance in different ways from others, it's not entirely possible to say exactly how my words are making you feel. It could be any number of sensations or ideas. As long as you're capable of receiving sensory input or holding onto imaginative thoughts in some capacity, you are likely feeling open or even following along so closely that the world around you is no longer important.

Because you've read this far, I can imagine that I've successfully managed to at least entertain you. If you're feeling hypnotized, that's great! Keep feeling those sensations and keep allowing your behavior to adjust according to my words. If not, that's fine too! I've entertained you enough to provide you with some useful information that may assist you in any number of hypnotic endeavors.

Of course, all trances must end, and so must every Tumblr post. Finite and measurable, this little script and informative text must now draw to a close. You'll be able to awaken from any trance you may be in- as everyone is fully in control of their own hypnosis experience. Don't let anyone trick you into thinking that you can't resist, or that you absolutely must stay entranced. This is a sign that you're either doing a discussed CNC scene, which is fine, or you're being approached by an abusive dominant, which is less fine. (Very important distinction!)

Either way, thank you for reading my post! I hope it provided at least a modicum of entertainment.

Farewell, and don't forget to stay hydrated!