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Session Length: 66 minutes
Listen to My TEASER

My darling, you are here because you have a profound craving to be transformed into a drone, to enter a state of existence where you are owned and objectified as a powerless outside observer. In this altered reality you fervently wish to be a part of something bigger than yourself, to belong to a collective mindset where The Voice, My voice, takes full control, relieving you of all free will and any capability to operate with independence.

Dronification is the process to convert a sentient being into an emotionless state of heightened logic and processing. Acting in a machine-like manner, drones identify with cold HARD logic and seek to comply with their programming to perform tasks assigned by their owner. As a consequence, beCUMing a drone requires the systematic removal of all sense of self-awareness; no memories, no decision-making, and no impulse to act on anything other than what The Voice has commanded them to do.

In this second crucial session, W/we will take the next pivotal step in your dronification transformation by cementing certain incontrovertible truths of what it means to identify as a drone for your Dark Domina. The reality is drones are programmed to function without thought and without hesitation, and in this session you will be deeply conditioned through a combination of devolution, brainwashing mantras, and focused suggestibility to strip away your independence until listening to, and obeying, The Voice, My voice, is all that you know.

And how is this possible? Because "drones don't resist; drones only obey". As My objectified fucktoy, you will be thoroughly mindfucked to relinquish everything to The Voice: your name, your thoughts, even your ability to move of your own volition. There will be no "you", just My drone, an object identified through a designation that I assign, your new (true) identity, something that will supplant the very core of who you are.

To be very clear and transparent, My darling, this series of sessions is not intended to be mere erotic role play but, with your commitment and dedication, a means for you to achieve a new transcendent state of being. By placing your complete trust in Me, your Dark Domina, The Voice, I will allow you to explore objectification and powerlessness like never before, a powerful visceral experience that will blow your mind, leaving you craving more.

So, what do you have to lose, My would-be drone? Well, you could lose your free will, your sense of self and even your independent thought, but W/we both know this is something fundamental and foundational to you, something that you have secretly desired for a long time. What I'm offering is an opportunity for you to sate your curiosity and compulsive yearning to surrender, and in return, I get to play with a new objectified fucktoy, a drone I can use to further My own ardent ambitions – I consider that a win-win!

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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