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(Women only)
You have a maladjusted personality on the run from justice. I am the overzealous head of a mental institution that likes to take his work home with him.
Finally, you feel the dragnet is closing. Just when you think you are about to escape, you are apprehended. Your hands are cuffed behind your back. It all seems normal until you are blindfolded and a ball gag is put in your mouth. Once fastened, pills are slipped into your mouth around the ball. Once inside, there is no way for you to remove them. You don't know what they do, but you try to avoid letting them dissolve as long as possible. You are handled roughly as you are guided into a vehicle. You hear locks clicking, securing you inside.
As you start moving, you begin to feel drowsy. You realize they were sleeping pills. All you want to do is sleep. You can barely sit up now. You lean against the door and a few minutes later, you're out like a light.
Some time later, you begin to wake up feeling groggy. You realize that it wasn't a dream. You really are bound and gagged. In a panic, you try to escape, but it is useless. You notice that the vehicle is slowing down. Several turns are taken before you come to a stop. More pills are forced into your system and soon you are powerless against the desire to sleep.
You don't know how long you've been out. It has to be a couple hours, but it could be days. Your restraints are gone and you realize that you are in an austere prison cell. You are naked, but an inmate uniform has been provided. The walls are painted cinderblocks. There are no windows except on the steel door. Looking out, all you see is a hallway. There is a light overhead and a speaker, but no music playing. You have no control over your environment and the only response seems to be from another inmate in a neighboring cell. You could be anywhere.
A few hours pass. You think it's a few hours, but it's hard to tell. It could be minutes or days. Finally, you are told that it is time to see the counselor. You are told to put your hands through a slot in the door. When you pull them back, you are wearing a set of handcuffs. When the door opens and you are lead down a short hallway to a special room. There seem to be only three cells and it occurs to you that this is not a real prison. You get the feeling that this is somebody's basement.
Inside the room, you are made to sit down in what looks like a normal reclining chair. You soon discover that it is anything but normal as first your hands then your feet are restrained, and the chair is reclined. Electrical pads with wire leads are attached to your temples, and what appears to be a remote controlled vibrator is inserted into your vagina. You aren't sure what comes next, but you have a few educated guesses.
The questions begin. At first they are easy. After completing the background information, they start to get a bit more difficult. You answer the first three correctly and with each answer, you feel the pleasure between your legs. The next question is a little harder. You hesitate before answering, and your answer is a lie. Your examiner can tell. This time, you feel the sting in your temples. All the pleasure is gone. The next question comes and you tell the truth and the pleasure starts again. With each question, you are being trained to associate truth with pleasure and lies with pain. Each time you lie, the shocks get longer and more intense.
After nearly an hour, your examiner says you've done good and tells you that you will be rewarded. The vibrator comes on. You felt vulnerable before, but now he's just watching you and you feel helpless. If feels so good, but you still can't move. You want to resist, because if you have an orgasm, it's like you're giving in. He increases the speed making it harder to resist. The pleasure builds and builds. You're like a lab rat, and you're being watched. You don't want to, but you can't help it. You feel the intensity increased yet again. You keep resisting until until it finally overwhelms you. You give yourself the mental okay, then it happens.
When it is over, you are lead back to your cell and locked in. There is music playing in the background. There has not been a single opportunity to escape.
Later, a tray with your meal is passed through the door, but you refuse to eat it. The music continues to play, and with the passage of time you grow hungry. It does not occur to you that there are subliminal instructions hidden in the music.
Over the days and weeks that come, you are molded and rebuilt. Your will is systematically broken down as you are changed into a whole new person. You want to hate your jailer, but he has also become your protector. Pleasing him means comfort and happiness.
Part of your therapy includes hypnosis. At first, you had to be broken. It took weeks until your mind was finally ready. You resisted as long as you could but finally your mind was taken against your will.
You no longer question the pills you are take or the shots you receive. Your captor knows what is best. You can barely remember your old life and have no desire to return to it. You feel like a whole new person. A better person... How did that happen?
When you realize that you'll be released soon, it makes you sad. You never want to leave. There is no place for you in the rest of the world. You belong here with the captor who understands you like nobody else. You can only be happy as a prisoner in a cell. You'll do anything to stay!
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In my basement, I have constructed a small prison. I need inmates. You will live as a prisoner and be used for psychological experiments in behavior modification and mind control.
We can either do this by contract, or for life.
Your imprisonment will be very real. You will not be able to escape or contact the outside world while you are being held. If you do this on a contract basis, I will release you on schedule, though I prefer that there is no contract.
If you are a lesbian or bisexual, there will be opportunities for play time with the other inmates.
All pharmaceuticals are legal, safe and only given under specified circumstances or by self-administration. Before your imprisonment, it is recommended that you are get Implanon to avoid complications down the road.
Drug and disease free, never married, no children, no serious medical or mental health issues please. (drug addictions are okay as long as all other conditions are met -- you will detox in my custody).
If interested, send photos and biographical information along with any reasonable questions.
No tire kickers, please.
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How you can tell an "owned" female slave is actually a guy: "She" doesn't hide her profile.
A lot of guys will do this sort of thing to lend credibility to the "owner" of the non-existent female slave. The idea is that it will make it seem less threatening to other females if there is already a female in the mix. When they arrive, it's a whole different matter.
If you are "owned" then just hide your profile. People you've been talking to can still send you messages, they just won't see you. |
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How you can tell an "owned" female slave is actually a guy: "She" doesn't hide her profile.
A lot of guys will do this sort of thing to lend credibility to the "owner" of the non-existent female slave. The idea is that it will make it seem less threatening to other females if there is already a female in the mix. When they arrive, it's a whole different matter.
If you are "owned" then just hide your profile. People you've been talking to can still send you messages, they just won't see you. |
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So far a typical interaction for me is when I am contacted by a female profile that seems almost too willing to be thrown in a dungeon and locked away from the world.
"She" will want me to describe the things that will happen and play along. To protect myself, I want to start gathering appropriate documentation specifically including a video of her consenting to what we have planned.
When "she" finds out I'm actually serious about keeping her as a captive with no chance of escape, the messages abruptly stop.
If you're not serious, don't waste my time. |
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| Age: 24 |
| Brooklyn Park,
Minnesota |
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