iiinova — where your digital self keeps evolving

Plo! @placeoplo.bsky.social · 14/08/2025

In my defense!! I would have noticed if I weren’t getting tranced out by it before I noticed the similarity. So really, if you think about it, I am blameless and also very cool and resistant, sooo yeah!

Plo! @placeoplo.bsky.social · 14/08/2025

ok, so slightly embarrassing- I didn’t realize I was dropping to the same thing twice until I got to the bottom and saw my own comment being a subby mess from last time. On that note: sjdjfjfudush

Plo! @placeoplo.bsky.social · 12/08/2025

aaaaand just like that, thrall’s a good deal higher on the list of my favorite things to be called. The rhythm to that was so… aaaaaaa!!

Plo! @placeoplo.bsky.social · 08/08/2025

And just like that, I’m all out of reasons to watch. How am I supposed to get those sorts of instructions now??

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Plo! @placeoplo.bsky.social · 04/08/2025

This is perfect! With a newly empowered princess, she and the knight will be unbeatable! He’ll be so much stronger once she imbues him with empowering magic, and so much faster without all those extra thoughts between command and action. He should really be thanking her! (and before long, he will)

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Plo! @placeoplo.bsky.social · 03/07/2025

Just imagining them gradually become more comfortable using me- first they’re really careful and plot things out. But as they realize how quick I start huffing, they get way less calculated. Swiping me and slipping a hand under my pants as we pass each other in the hall eve cause they can.

Plo! @placeoplo.bsky.social · 03/07/2025

Well of course it’s normal to get brainwashed into a better version of me! It’s good to be useful and easy to play with or take advantage of, and anything that helps me do what I’m meant to do is good and helpful!

Plo! @placeoplo.bsky.social · 03/07/2025

Imagining a roommate (and/or person who’s convinced me they’re my roommate) wandering into my room, informing me they’re reeeeally pent up and just need to take it out on someone, and before I can even process what that means, the underwear’s over my nose and I’m already moaning and hazy.

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My brain’s been doing interesting (negative) stuff today, and I’m very much feeling the want for someone to decide I can’t be trusted with thinking and turn that off- I obviously shouldn’t be thinking. And obviously, anything they have me to for them while I’m like that is just repayment.

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My brain’s caught on the idea of a dom giving their sub a relatively simple task, then trancing and flustering them so relentlessly that the poor thing’s completely unable to do it. More and more evidence that the increasingly fuzzy plaything just wasn’t meant to think.

“Ohhh yes- you’re exactly what I’ve been looking for…” she says with a growl that makes me desperate for her touch all over again. The click of the collar barely registers, nor does the feeling of my legs moving beneath me, stumbling along behind Mistress.

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As my head lolls in a dopey nod, she takes hold of my face and pulls me into a kiss. I feel fireworks going off in what’s left of my mind as the almost orgasmic pleasure crashes through me like a tidal wave. Pulled back to arms-length, I lose myself in her steel-grey eyes.

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Mistress is so generous- when I tell her I’m lost, she offers to take me home with her. Of course I agree- it was silly of me to wander off all on my own, and she’s so sweet for bringing me home.

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I don’t know how long I stayed there, taking in the smoothness of her silky voice, the softness of her skin, the woodsy citrus blend in her perfume, or the taste of the sweet melty tablet she slid into my pliant mouth, but I can’t find it in me to care anymore.

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I’m trying to figure out what exactly to ask without sounding weird, but those thoughts come to a halt as the stranger leans closer, and whispers in my ear… “Surprise~” With a snap, I slump forward into my owner’s grasp, head cradled in her arms as she whispers to me.

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She tells me how good I’ve been for her, and tells me to hang up the call. I’m reluctant to let her go, but rules are rules. I hang up the phone, and try to get my bearings. Luckily, someone’s walking past, so I ask them for directions. The stranger smiles and sits on the bench.

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Suddenly, the pulsing hums come to a stop. I blink, only realizing now that the sun is down. Wait, when did I move? I don’t think I recognize this street. My concerns melt away, though, as my guide tells me not to worry- the surprise is almost ready.

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I don’t quite know what this surprise is, but I know I want it if she wants me to have it. We keep talking, though it’s not much of a conversation at this point. With how tired I am, she offers to do most of the talking- she’s so generous.

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I concede, and she’s clearly pleased. “Good boy~” she purrs into the phone, “Now, just stay with me a little while longer- I’ve got a surprise just for you.” I can’t help but shiver at her luscious voice- at this point, I’m pretty sure hers is the best I’ve ever heard.

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I mention that I have to get going soon, but she implores me to stay on the line. I’d like to say I really weighed my options, but it’s just too hard to say no to her! I mean, if she really wanted me here that bad, who am I to deny her that?

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I realize we’ve been talking for a while, and I feel a bit guilty since I don’t think I was paying much attention to her. Even zoned out, though, I can tell this woman’s something special. Everything she says just… sounds right. Whatever she’s selling, I honestly might buy.

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She asks me some questions, and I answer casually- there’s a quality to her cadence that’s just… easy. Whoever hired this lady, they made a great call. That being said, I think they might’ve botched the hold-system, since I can still hear the music- they’re lucky this stuff works as ambience.

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With a sudden ringing noise like the ones from those meditation bowls, the call actually connects! I’d hoped to hear from a representative, but it seemed far fetched. The voice on the other end sounds feminine, with this low velvety texture to it. Something about her tone just makes me shudder.

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Credit where it’s due, their music is on point- it’s this low droning sound that feels like it’s rumbling my eardrums accompanied by occasional synthesized bloops that set off some part of my lizard brain. That stuff is shockingly high-quality, so I decide to keep listening.

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My flat’s out of the question- I’m still a few blocks out, and this is too juicy to risk a hang-up. I settle for a bench on a relatively quiet street and listen back in to this soon-to-be spectacle.

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“please wait while we prepare your calling experience…” …They actually answered. YES! Oh and I can already tell this is gonna be some weird cult shit. The voice sounded real enough, but it was so… sterile. Anyways, I figure I might was well find somewhere to take the call.

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When I got that call on the way home from work, I just started rambling- I even gave them some fake contact info. I just needed them to respond, if simply so I could get upset at something real. But when I’d tired myself out and was about to hang up…

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Worse than those, though, are the ones where there’s just… nothing. At least with the usual calls I can laugh at how obvious they’re being, but when it’s silent it’s just wasted time. I know I’m not supposed to take the bait, but I was having a bad day and this was my limit.

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Reposting a story I wrote for another account a few years ago- hope you enjoy! Spam calls suck. Not exactly a hot take, I know, but seriously, it makes it so difficult to know when I’m getting a call back from an interview and when I’m about to hear about the 3 100% real warrants for my arrest.

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See? You can tell it’s good because each of them had the same idea! One hero wanting to let any villain play with their body and mind is a sign that they’ve been influenced, but they all agree this is the best idea, which means it’s obviously true!

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But you see, it’s all part of the plan. If we get the villains horny from kissing sloppy style, then they’ll wanna kiss sloppy style and touch us and play with our minds and bodies and and and uh Well, they’ll be too busy having fun with us to do crime! All part of the plan!

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Oh right! Forgot the tags. uhhh #hypnokink #scentplay I think that’s it??

My owner smiles oh so sweetly at their new plaything, guiding me to my knees and pressing my face between their legs. Finally at the source of the intoxicating scent, I cum the last bits of my mind out taking a deeeeep breath… and another… and another… and another…

I hadn’t taken note before, but there were used bits of clothing piled up around every point of ventilation in the room. No air goes untainted. The pervasive scent surrounds me and envelops me and with every deep breath of their heady intoxicating scent…

At some point, I recognized that the increasingly strong smell was theirs, but I’m not thinking about that anymore. They close the door behind them, replacing the used laundry they’d put in front of the crack in the door…

By the time my friend comes back, I’m staring blankly off into space, legs spread and idly playing with myself- no thoughts behind it, of course. No thoughts at all but breathing deep and letting that dazed docile headspace take hold. I whine and moan, but don’t say anything as I hear them approach…

I keep trying to focus on what I was doing, but I keep zoning ou- wait, why am I turned on?? I squirm at the sudden realization that my cock has been straining against my pants, but try my best to not think about it. I try not to think about it, and take nice deep breaths and my thoughts go fuzzy…

It’s not at all level where I can consciously recognize it, but something’s making me feel a bit sluggish. More time passes, and I’m feeling more dazed by the second. There’s something familiar in the air, but I can’t really place it, so I don’t think about it. I don’t really think about it…

I’m thinking about more subtle forms of a scentplay induction: hanging out at a friend’s place when they mention they have to go do something, so I’ll be on my own for a bit. I don’t really mind and keep going about my business. As the time goes by, though, something feels kinda… weird…