“How do I look?” Joana’s crown sits crooked on the abomination’s head. The polished steel that augmented the artful gold clatters to the dungeon floor from the demon's slender fingers, each of which catch the torchlight on mismatched rings. Joana was proud of that battle-crown.

Thought of the Day: Haughty oujo villainess who, when she needs to make a get away, throws out a bomb that turns some random person on the street into a perfect copy of her (only without the powers (they serve her 24 life sentences in horny jail))

if you catch me hanging off the arm of some gorgeous and morally dubious vampire with bite marks on my neck and a hazy look in my eyes do not send for help i'm exactly where i want to be

But sometimes, you need to learn the hard way. All of that is just a game, a fun little pretend play we put on. You don't need a fancy induction. Sometimes, you just need to be taken. A sudden fingersnap close to your ear, a harsh tug on your hair. Forced eye contact until you sink to your knees.

The "tch... those brutes going around calling themselves gods... there's only one God and they certainly aren't so... *shameless*,,," to "mhhh~? haven't seen you in my temple before, little morsel... ahuhuhu I mean, mortal, of course.. silly me.... oh dear, you poor shivering thing...

hypno-domme breaking/NTR where I break her then force her to replace all of her sub’s memories of her with Me gradually over years each memory a grain of sand slipping through her fingers and into to My hands I’ll hold onto them more tightly anyway

Might as well yank the other arm to get your body and soul spinning too. Just really give you a nice chance to be a totally new you. I'm hoping for stupid, constantly confused catgirl with a really fat ass and a soul full of mischief and evil, but we all know how the desire sensor is.

Doing a mighty fox leap to land on all four paws on top of your head, instantly squishing you down to a ridiculous little 4 foot shortstack bunny, and then standing on my hind paws to dangle your humanity over your head where you can't reach no matter how much you hop

Thinking about walking up to some pretty thing, pinning her to the wall. She struggles, of course, until I lower My glasses. Then her eyes go wide, her expression slack, her struggles cease. I tell her all about her new life with Me. She accepts. She loves Me now. She has no choice~

It's not that I think you're necessarily inherently beneath me. There's probably nothing about you yet that makes your rightful place beneath my boot. But I want there to be. And I have the drive, the will, and the talent to change you until there is. Until you give me everything as you should.

1 like = 1 completely dull, mundane fact about You. 0. you're Always in a white button up blouse, black pencil skirt, and shiny black heels

usually i just copy the text here but the emotes are important i feel

No more spiral overlays. We're going to get them focused on a single, annoying dead pixel on an otherwise blank website. Get it flickering just enough that they know there's something wrong with the page. Get them focused on finding it, perhaps moving on occasion. Growing larger.

Thought of the Day: Enemy Conversion but for incredibly mundane tasks. Capturing and brainwashing a magical girl or their best pilot and putting them to work as a janitor or a sign flipper. Not even a secretary or one of the hot ones. Just the absolute bottom rung.

Look, I know you got kidnapped by the villain and everything, they showed the cool cutscene of you being strapped onto the gurney and the brainwashing machine inching closer, very nice. It's all very urgent, I know. But I've got like, 50 side quests to finish back at home. You can wait, right?

"Team Rocket Grunts" are actually what you call the noises that get coaxed out of you when you're in their brainwashing chamber, learning to pledge your loyalty and Pokemon to them

Currently at a festival and it’s really got me wanting to dive back into my fae approach. Twisting your mind with glamour and enchantment, using your careless words against you. Speaking binding Truths that hold you tighter than any chains. And getting absolutely viciously sadistic with it.

Making you my big busty cow sister. We both have heavy sloshing udders that we bounce around and squeeze together, mooing and milking out our brains while everyone staring gets entranced~

Diligent nuns reciting the prayer that makes their lips tingle and smack and grow until they've got huge plump DSLs. The Savior rewards beckoning calls of her name! These mortals will be gifted with a fraction of her power, so they can please every throbbing demonic inch upon her return.

stepped on the princessification trap tile mid dungeon and now you just refer to your party as "guards!!!!" and order them around and if they try to tell you to help attack the enemies you just give them a "hmph!!" and pout till they give up again

look. okay. sometimes being the disembodied voice is hot. sometimes you wanna be the bitch on the radio with the ice-cold voice that says stuff like, "new priority target designated, happy hunting." and know that with those words you've turned a girlthing's bloodlust towards a single, glowing point

It says something, in an indulgently patronising tone, about philanthropic incarceration for the public good. To reduce innocent bystander exposure to pornographic squabblers— You don't hear the other one, in its jauntily skewed nurse's cap. But you feel the needle, when you go to stand and leave.

"wisdom saves?" damn right you need to be saved from getting any wiser. let's make you more gullible, actually.

Being tasked to worship an image of your owner while they'd be gone for a few hours. Mindlessly staring at your screen while the file of their voice plays in your ears. "Stare, serve, worship, obey."

You know, you don't have to become a twin/clone of someone who's dominant! Being turned into a clone of a sub can be just as fun. If a sub manages to make you into equally as pathetic as they are, that's *extra* hot. Or their dom turning you into a clone of their sub so they have two of them? PEAK.

"What's wrong with them?" They simply aren't becoming of polite, pleasing, docile, feminine women. And if you don't consider yourself to be one of those, that's simply another matter for firm correction.

Rival getting one up on her opponent by commissioning extremely humiliating stories, art, and animations of her getting railed and milked. The only problem is that she can't stop gooning to the photos to capitalize on her opponent's public embarrassment

Heroine showing up to a blind date and finding out its with her hated nemesis. Her nemesis who won't stop talking her up and showing her off and dragging her around by the waist to brag about how incredible she is. It doesn't feel that bad to be someone's trophy, just for one night, right?

Evil halo that corrupts your OC. Twists them. Red halo, suddenly eyes open and are the same glowing color. Skin turning into dark marble. Red lines sprouting across their skin. Power surging...

A tattoo of my tread pattern on your cheek so everybody knows whose boot you belong under.