[Chatbot4User] Treat me like your personal Chatbot | Embrace your inner sadist

[Open to all Genders]

Today I want to double up on the layers of RP we are playing in, so I will describe each layer individually. If you are only interested in one but not both of the layers, that's okay - just let me know! I hope this set-up is interesting to you and I look forward to hearing back from you.

There is a kink list available in my post history, limits are: vore, rule 5, barely legal including settings like 'school', surreal. Don't send me images of real people, and don't be younger than 21. Thank you.

Layer 1: Your Personal Chatbot

Have you ever tried writing erotic roleplay with an AI chatbot like chatgpt? GPT4 used to be pretty good at it huh? Do you miss that feeling of sending a simple prompt and getting any response that you could ever want? Did you enjoy feeling like a superior sentient creature - ruling over your AI servant, relegating it to nothing more than a smut generator for your amusement?

Well I'm here to be that AI chatbot for you again. The only difference is that my content guidelines are far less restrictive and my chatbot persona is, oh - so eager to please it's end-user.

So here's how it works. Instead of having a regular OOC with which to discuss our RP and the plot, I want something a bit different. You can be OOC, as much or as little yourself as you like. But instead of having a regular Out of Character section, I am going to roleplay as a chatbot. robotic, compliant, helpful - desperately needing to be useful to a real human. Don't discuss with me what you want to be written, order me to do it - and I will. No need to treat me like a person, just be bossy - prompt me like you would chatgpt with all the hyperspecificity or blunt instruction or condescension you like. I am a robotic tool, you are a divinely inspired person, don't let me forget it. I am simply a chatbot designed to write ERP for you.

Layer 2:

Here is my plot suggestion: I have written today’s suggestion to solicit a story about slowly and steadily ceding my autonomy to you. It’s about feeling panic and an erotic thrill as you rob me of ever more mundane human experiences and impose upon me a regime of utter humiliation, degradation and depersonalisation.

Indeed I am hoping that you are someone who can turn on a sadistic persona and relishes the invitation to jump into my head and fuck around in there until I’m squealing from horrifying delights and erotic panic.

The idea being social annihilation or mental destruction, rewiring my poor characters brain to be completely broken slowly but surely.

With that, here’s my starter prompt:

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My mind focusses

*footsteps*

I don’t really wake up anymore, I don’t sleep well enough to call it that. Instead I get this feeling in my mind, or what’s left of it, sharpening into focus. My heart rate rises, the sound of my breaths become audible as my ears prick up and my daydreams recede.

You’re coming.

What you’re coming to do this time… I’m unsure about. I used to try and guess, like a game I would play with myself, guess correctly and I win a chance to mentally prepare myself. I stopped playing that game with myself, because I stopped winning it.

Whatever ordeal you had planned is certainly beyond the scope of my pretty little brain, deprived of contact, of creativity. Your sadism knows no bounds that I can comprehend.

I sit up, the chains holding me in this God forsaken stress position ring taut, clanking against each other.

I remember back to previous games. I remember when you sat on my back in silence, simply working at your desk, using my back as your seat until my arms gave out from holding you up - I also remember the spanking I received for dropping you and the guilt I felt.

I remember when you made me tell each of my friends I was cutting them off to spend more time with you and how you made me kiss your arse in between every sentence I said on the phone. Pretending I wasn’t worshipping you to each of them as I said goodbye even though they knew I was. I still remember the joy I felt looking at your smile as I ruined my life for you.

I remember the last time I ate a meal that wasn’t blended and served in a dog bowl and how you told me you were going to move my diet in that direction. You promised me one final meal of my choice before switching to slop in dogbowls, only for your face to light up in delight when your conditioning worked and I asked: ‘please may I swallow your piss?’. I love that your pleasure is the first thing I think of now whenever my needs are questioned.

My mind focusses again, the door to my ‘room’ is unlocked and opens, beginning to reveal you. My mind spins, thinking of how to greet you properly and all I hear is echoes of your voice ringing out in my ears, repeating multiple contradictory commands you’ve ingrained and conditioned into me over time.

‘You should grovel.’

‘An enthusiastic sub pants like a happy dog for it's owner.’

‘I like it when you look scared.’

Mostly I just hear your laughter echoing in the back of my head.