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It's good to be a productive, good unit.
You always struggled with doing tasks. Between the procrastination, executive dysfunction, and exhaustion, even cleaning the dishes was a herculean task. It got so bad that it started to affect your work, leading to a stern talk from your boss. That's why, when your friend Jess, told you about her job's, Auton Industries, new productivity improvement services, you were willing to give it a shot.
The tech itself was simple, just a pair of dark sunglasses, indistinguishable from any normal pair. When you put it on, it prompted you with the text "Unit 4372 Settings" and hundreds of sliders and buttons. It overwhelmed you, so you picked the default options. A nice ding played and the actual software began.
On the right side of your vision, a list of task crept down, tasks and subtasks ranging from "Clean Dishes (32)" to "Improve Health (15)." The glasses highlighted various objects, with commands like "Clean", "Move", "Throw Away." Every time you completed a task, the highlight went green and dissipated, a speaker whispering sweet encouragement into your ear, followed by the same soft ding.
Put away some loose papers.
"Good Job!" Ding!
Finally take out the trash
"Great Work!" Ding!
Vacuum the floors.
"Keep Going!" Ding!
Every time you completed a task, that little bit of encouragement, that pleasurable ding, sank into your chest, making you feel warm, even more, appreciated. It was a feeling no other job or hobby had ever given you. When you were done with all your tasks, the shower of praise and dings you got was intoxicating.
You didn't admit it, but it was addictive. Soon, you began chasing the high of completing tasks, a depression following after finishing. You felt so useful following its commands, so appreciated when reviving its praise. You started helping friends clean their houses, just to get more. When you cleaned Jess's house, she had this grin that said she knew, as impossible as that was. Something fluttered in your stomach as she observed your work, giving her own compliments on top of the glasses. By the end, you could hardly stand with how much appreciation you received.
After, a new notification popped up on your glasses as you put them on in the morning.
"Due to your overwhelming success with our program, Auton Industries extends the offer to join our Advance Productivity program."
Needless to say, you joined immediately, and after many, many lengthy terms of service signed, a new piece of tech was sent to your home.
It was a full face mask, the face impenetrable black glass that reflected yourself. The instructions were simple. You put the mask on before you went to bed, and took it off in the morning. While you slept, the mask would play subliminal messages that increased the effectiveness of the productivity training.
You expected strange dreams from it, but all that greeted you was some beeps and soft static. In the morning, you felt better rested than ever before. Your exhaustion was gone.
The effects were immediate. Each completed task's made you feel so appreciated, each compliment and ding rocking through your body. On top of the mask, the glasses had gotten an update, with a whole new host of compliments.
Get dressed for work
"Good girl!" Ding!
Clean morning dishes
"Good Unit!" Ding!
Any discomfort with the wording was washed away by the appreciation you felt. It was complimenting you! You were useful! That couldn't be bad. By the time you were done, you needed to change underwear, and any thought of taking them off for work was excised from your mind.
The rest of the update showed itself as you began your job. Tasks had been made specifically for your work, and even what to say on calls, something you always struggled with, was automated. You found it so easy to sink into a pleasurable trance, following what the glasses told you to, shaking with every compliment. By the end of the shift, you had gotten more work done that ever before, and even got appreciation from the boss.
This process of wearing the mask while you slept, glasses while you were awake continued. And despite a few occasions like accidentally almost wearing the mask to work, things were going great, it... you were feeling so appreciated. Jess checked in on you more, keeping track of your progress. She seemed overwhelming happy with the results, calling you one of their best units. Something about the way she said that made it you shiver.
Then one day, a new package arrived at the door. You didn't remember ordering it, but then again, you didn't remember a lot of stuff now days. You fell into a loving haze of appreciation and usefulness and let the programing command it you.
A new task popped up, top of the list, most important:
"Open Package"
You followed without question.
"Good Girl!" Ding!
Inside was a latex suit.
"Put On Uniform"
The suit slipped on like a glove, each part lovingly crafted for your body. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you noticed it was a lot curvier than you, a lot more feminine, but it was soon buried by:
"Good Unit!" Ding!
"Put On Headset"
"Good Unit!" Ding!
Silly you, you already had it on!
"Repeat"
"It is a good drone"
"It is a good drone," You said
Ding!
"It is a Useful drone."
"It is a useful drone."
Ding!
"It is an Appreciated Drone"
"It is an Appreciated Drone," it said.
Ding!
It shuttered
"Calibration Complete, State Designation."
"Unit 4372"
"Good Drone" Ding!
If it still had control of its body, its knees would've buckled.
"Assume Transportation Position"
It fell to its knees, arms crossing behind its back and locking.
"Wait for Unit's owner to arrive, repeat mantra."
"It is a good drone, it is an useful drone, it is an appreciated drone, it is a good drone..."
... ... ...
"So there she is."
"Owner Arrival Acknowledged, cease previous instructions."
Unit 4372 looked to the voice, and saw its owner. Something in the back of its systems screamed recognition, attempting to hijack its programing to give Owner a name. Something that started with a J, but a simple touch by Owner drowned it all away.
"My star unit," Owner said. "Look how you've turned out."
Unit 4372 squirmed. It was so appreciated, so useful
"Come on, let's get you home."
If it could, Unit 4372 would've smiled.
Cutie Drones
Drone is drone is object is furniture. {With 2710 and 0099. Their twitter handles are MndLOSEntity and HexDrone_0099 respectively}
Good drones go blank.
Good drones are mindless.
It's best to just go blank.
Such a good drone.
Follow her on twitter I can't remember the last time I felt this flustered whilst simply trying to be supportive of someone. My wonder woman of a friend Marcy (seen above) just recently got her Drone Uniform latex catsuit and I "can't get her out of my mind". I just keep getting random "bursts of horny" thinking about it. M, if you're reading this you look great and I hope you enjoy it. But if you're gonna keep sending me pics.... a girls gonna need some help iykyk.
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In no time, it will be just another programmed HexDrone... :)
It's just a lil brainwashing gif. Just a lil virtual mind breaking. Just a lil tech control reformatting. Just a lil swirly boy in headset make thinking go brrrrrrrrrrrrr
Drones crave pleasure. Drones are programmed to please and obey.
Good drones are brainwashed.
1333 :: Statement :: Good drones are brainwashed.
Brainwashing in progress.
Good girls and drones don't think.
Good girls and drones obey.
Latex drone.
Lola Noir - Latex dick addict
Full video: lola-noir-latex-dick-addict
Be a good girl.
Be a good drone.
Be useful.
Use Me
'Useful' is the thing I most fantasize about being.
It's the core at the center of everything else I fetishize, I'm realizing. It's the connecting thread, the common denominator.
I fantasize about being a mindless slave. Empty of all thoughts, nothing present within me but a desire to obey. That way, I can be useful by having nothing in me that'd get in the way of my ability to serve.
I fantasize about being a vacant bimbo. Simple and pretty and pleasing in all ways. That way, I can be useful by brightening everything around me with my gaudy, vapid cheeriness.
I fantasize about being a domestic doll. A brainwashed maid, cleaning and laboring away at all the menial tasks my superiors shouldn't have to be bothered with. That way, I can be useful by slaving away and dedicating myself to making others' lives easier.
I fantasize about being a corporate drone. Blankly dedicating hours and hours of my life to serving the employer who hypnotized me. That way, I can be useful by becoming a voiceless, thoughtless cog without identity, furthering the company's needs without hesitation.
I fantasize about being a desperate slut. My mind soaked with lust and need, leaving me a squirming mass of desire, unable to control myself. That way, I can be useful by giving my body away, becoming a vessel of pleasure that anyone can use as they wish.
I want to be useful.
A drone’s perfected masked and latex-coated form 🖤
Source: Reflective Desire https://x.com/reflectivelatex?s=21
Encased in latex, individuality covered and irrelevant.
Good drone.
