[M4F] You walk into the dean’s office a hardcore feminist. You walk out as a his brainwashed, obedient, harem slut

This prompt is purely means as fantasy and contains only 18+ characters. Feel free to message me about it as long as it is up.

You fidget with nervousness as you sit in the waiting room outside the dean’s office, the anticipation palpable. The only other person in the room with you is his secretary, a remarkably attractive brunette woman who is dolled-up in girly makeup and dressed about a provocatively as someone at her station could possibly get away with. This strikes you as odd, coupled with the fact that she can’t possibly be older than 25 and doesn’t seem to be doing much of anything while sitting at that desk with a vacant, smiling expression. In fact, it makes your blood boil. You’ve never met this dean “Justin Andrews” in person before, but this alone tells you he’s definitely a misogynistic prick.

“Dad- uh... Mr. Andrews will just be another minute. Make yourself comfortable!” She says with an empty-headed glee, needing to correct herself at the beginning for some strange reason. You hate stupid bimbo women like her who hold back progress for women everywhere, but you’ve gotten in enough trouble today for speaking your mind. All you can do now is sit and wait.

Behind the closed door of my office, I look over the filed complaint that got you sent here- a scathing report about how argumentative you are with certain male professors. This causes me to lick my lips absentmindedly as I think about you, the young, feminist spitfire I now know is waiting to see me in the other room. I stand up from my comfortable leather chair and stretch my upper body, my hard, bulging muscles straining against the fabric of my tight, collared shirt as they always do. My oversized cock already begins to get hard beneath my slack pants, my mind filling with thoughts of your pretty face and body, as well as the plans I have in store for you when I have you under my control.

Now in my forties, I’ve enjoyed a cushy job as the dean of Emerson College for several years. I’ve gained a reputation in that time as a man who’s always been able to inspire rowdy, troubled youth and make them turn their lives towards a better path. Within the last year this has most noticeably become the case with attractive female students, all of them leaving my office so much happier and more obedient to authority that when they arrived. I keep close tabs on these students afterwards, who are always looking for excuses to spend more time with me. While some have found this odd, few have ever complained, and those that have complained seemed to quickly change their mind after a long, private discussion with me.

The reason for all this is a dark and well-kept secret of mine. I carefully remove a painting from my office wall, revealing a safe hidden behind it. After punching in the twelve-digit combination, it opens, but only three small items are contained within. The first looks like a small wireless speaker small enough to fit in the palm of my hand and hide almost anywhere. The other two are thin flesh-toned devices, designed and shaped to fit behind a person’s ears.

I purchased this device on the black market just before being promoted to dean. It emits a sound frequency designed to infiltrate the subconscious of whomever listens to it. The sound blocks thought processes to particular parts of the brain, making the victim dumber, happier and more obedient as well as insatiably horny. By placing two nearly invisible devices behind my ears to block the signal from affecting myself, given enough time I can essentially turn any woman who walks into my office into a braindead whore eager to pleasure my hard, massive cock in whatever way I see fit, for as long as I like. And the best part? Once the process is complete, every order I give is obeyed without question, even after the device is turned off or out of range. For example, when I tell each attractive, young college student who comes to my office to not tell a soul about how I ruined each one of their slutty fuck holes and pounded their little brains away with my hard, Daddy cock, they obey me. Their subconscious won’t allow them to disobey.

I put the two small devices behind my ears and take the speaker, turning it on and placing it inside of my desk drawer for easy access. After putting the painting back in order and sitting back in my chair, I reach towards my office phone and press the button to call my secretary.

“Alright, Amber. Send her in.” I say, a sinister smile on my lips as I eagerly await the newest addition to my college-girl harem.

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There are a lot of fun directions I think we can go with this, but I’d like to begin with you walking into my office where you with be slowly, methodically brainwashed from a combative, hardcore feminist into an obedient slut who worships the cock of a man twice her age while calling him “Daddy.” I’d also greatly enjoy if we could transition this into a harem-building roleplay it which I’ve conditioned you into joyfully rounding up even more of the hottest girls on campus for me to use and break.

I prefer to write in first person and appreciate strong, eloquent writing. I don’t ask for perfection, but please try to somewhat match the effort in my writing style or I simply won’t respond. I’m also happy to answer any questions about the role-play, but please make sure that you’ve read the entire thing first.

My kinks include: good writing, harems, bimbofication, hypnosis, corruption, misogyny, ahegao, casual nudity, BDSM, choking, cucking, cunnilingus, Dd/Lg, dirty talk, hair pulling, outfit control, praise, rough sex, size difference, sloppy blowjobs, spanking, toys, group sex, much more! (Though not all are required and can be up for discussion)

My limits are beast, blood, feet, piss, pregnancy, underage, scat, rimming, and vomit.