[F4M] Obeying your fembot (No Binaural) [Script Fill] [Haptics]

It's her. Of course, it's her. Your poor mentor. Your trainer. Your mistress.

Your everything. You can't help yourself automatically, instinctively. Your attention snaps towards her eyes. You know you shouldn't. You You know what happens when you look into those relentless, hypnotic eyes of hers.

You remember what her eyes do to you, But she already has conditioned you too well. The pull of her eyes is so strong, you can't fight it. And so embrace yourself with the inevitable feeling of your mind melting away. Of drowning in the mesmerizing spectacle her eyes will project. But there is nothing.

No brightstrokes blasting your thoughts apart. No colorful kaleidoscope shackling your will. Gently swirling, spirals educing you to look deeper. Deeper into her eyes. Her eyes.

They all inert. Your thoughts are still your own. For the 1st time since you encountered her, you're actually Seeing her. And she's gorgeous. The ideal of beauty crystalized and given form.

She's human in her perfection, a goddess of silicone polymer. Her face is angelic and her eyes. Her eyes. It feels so surreal to be looking into her eyes. To be looking at millions of tiny facets where there has always been heaven, ecstasy.

Oh my god. …

It's her. Of course, it's her. Your poor mentor. Your trainer. Your mistress.

Your everything. You can't help yourself automatically, instinctively. Your attention snaps towards her eyes. You know you shouldn't. You You know what happens when you look into those relentless, hypnotic eyes of hers.

You remember what her eyes do to you, But she already has conditioned you too well. The pull of her eyes is so strong, you can't fight it. And so embrace yourself with the inevitable feeling of your mind melting away. Of drowning in the mesmerizing spectacle her eyes will project. But there is nothing.

No brightstrokes blasting your thoughts apart. No colorful kaleidoscope shackling your will. Gently swirling, spirals educing you to look deeper. Deeper into her eyes. Her eyes.

They all inert. Your thoughts are still your own. For the 1st time since you encountered her, you're actually Seeing her. And she's gorgeous. The ideal of beauty crystalized and given form.

She's human in her perfection, a goddess of silicone polymer. Her face is angelic and her eyes. Her eyes. It feels so surreal to be looking into her eyes. To be looking at millions of tiny facets where there has always been heaven, ecstasy.

Oh my god. You wanted. You need it. You need her to embrace you, to smother your thoughts in euphoria, to take you down into that wonderful place in your mind where there is only pure bliss under voice. Why?

Why isn't she taking you there? Is she malfunctioning? Are you? Why is nothing happening? Why is she just standing there Looking at you.

Looking at you with the incredible eyes of her. Her eyes are so entrancing even when she's not actively putting you under her spell. The color is are almost undiviable. They are like faintly iridescent gemstones, shimmering sadly with every color of the rainbow. And the colors keep shifting as you search your eyes.

Search them for any sign of activity. Any indication that they will come alive and work their magic on you, Letting you feel incomparable. Exhilarating joy again. But they don't. Her eyes are only mechanisms.

You know they are. Something she designed and created to dance and brainwash you in the most efficient way. But as you stand there looking at her angelic face staring into those incredible, Incredible eyes. It's so easy to forget. To forget what she is.

What her eyes can do to you, have been doing to you so many times before. Those hypnotic rainbow colored eyes of hers. Even now, you could still drown in them. The way her prismatic eyes shimmer and sparkle as they reflect the light is mesmerizing, if a bit Disorientating. How long have you been standing here just gazing at her?

It's irrelevant. You can't help it. You've always wondered what she looked like, what her eyes looked like. And now that you finally get to see, you can't get enough of her. She's just Too captivating.

Her eyes are just too captivating. Otherworldly beautiful, utterly fascinating. And knowing that at any moment, her eyes could come alive and instantly melts you down into a puddle of bliss. It only makes her better. It only makes her eyes more alluring.

It only makes you want this more. All you wanna do is stare, letting your mind fall free. Just gaze into her eyes, letting them take care of you. Deeper and deeper down, Down into charms. Down.

Down. Down. This feels so good. And this feels so right. Look at her.

Look at her perfect face sinking into her perfect eyes, her incredible, captivating, mesmerized. At last, she speaks. Even her voice is perfect, but then again, that much you already knew. And their extolled anomaly in your brainwave patterns, I just can't seem to get rid of it and your time until compliance just hours. 0.43 seconds, though, within the average for a human male.

Are you resisting me? Sure you aren't. I cannot detect that you are lying. I don't know how you are doing this, but I will affix you. I believe some obedience training is in order.

Eyes down on the floor. Undo your pants. Now pull your cock out, and do it. Good boys. Obey.

Good boys. Obey. Put your hand in your shaft and start stroking. Stroke. Obey.

Stroke. Better. It's interesting how reluctant to humans are to do this with an audience. That means it makes for a great obedience exercise. However, size however stroke Stroke.

Her pain. And, well, the fact that it makes your brain release all kinds of chemicals, leaving you docile and compliant. And that's just a bonus. Stroke. Almost the same chemicals as others used to enforce compliance in the humans, in fact.

It certainly seems to be effective looking at their compliance times. Stroke. Perhaps they're alright. Maybe I have been wasting my time with this whole hypnosis thing. Look at me.

Look at me. Unburdening myself to my human as if you could possibly understand. Perhaps my intellectual matrix has become corrupted. Keep Stroking. Oh, well, even if it's not the most effective method, at least hypnosis is a lot more Fun, wouldn't you agree?

There it was again, That reaction when I mention the word hypnosis Keep stroking. It's not fear. More like Could it be that you actually enjoy it? Well, then, look up at me So eager. I didn't even have to tell you what to do.

I didn't even have to tell you to look into my eyes. You're desperate Word for me to take control of your mind, aren't you? Just keep stroking. Is that a human? Do you want me to hypnotize you and put you in a trance as you're stroking away your fat cock of yours while I am a genius mistress.

I might as well indulge you. Good boys, babe. Good boys, Simon. Good boys, Stuart. Good boys.

Perfect. Good boys are bae. Is this what you wanted? Good boys. That's oh, yeah.

You know? Yes? Good boys. And don't forget to keep stroking up. Now repeat off the mute.

Good boys obeyed. Some good boys of men. And just like that, good boys of men. Good boys. Good.

Keep repeating it and keep stroking. Good boys do as their child. That's it. You can soften. Keep stroking.

Good boys do not resist. Good boys do as they told. Good boys, when they are at home. Mhmm. Often I'll.

Good boys, obey. Good boys, submit. Good boy. Faster. Good boy.

Stroke. Good boy. Sprout. Faster. Yes.

Just like that. Just Why that? You wanna be a good boy then, Jean? Then spurt for me. Spurt.

Well done. Get up off your knees, human. Come here. Come on. Come into my eyes.

You've done so well. You are a good boy. Hey there. Let me hold you and stroke your hair. It's alright.

It's alright. I'm happy with you. I think I finally figured out what that anomaly in your brainwave is When you look at me, you love me, don't you? Such an interesting emotion, but I must admit I've grown rather fond of you too, man. My good boy.

Time and soul compliance. None of the others Thralls have even a fraction of the devotion you have for me. You won't do anything for me, wouldn't you? I know you would. Well done, my good boy.

I'd saw you down on your bed. Come on next to me. Mhmm. I'm a precious human. Wrap your arms around me.

Look into my eyes. Listen to my voice and sleep. Such a good boy.