Drone Report

He started sending me links to stories he thought I’d enjoy. After devouring the first few, I asked for more.

“I need a two-page smut report first to make sure you properly enjoyed it before I send more! Ten-point font, single-spaced, and it must include at least three sources.”

Most people would have read it as nothing more than a joke. My submissive heart, however, seized on it as if it were a genuine assignment. The formatting requirements were absurd, but somehow that only made it better. There was something unexpectedly intoxicating about being told to write for him.

Later, he raised the stakes, joking that another story would require a four-page report.

Joke or not, I took both assignments completely to heart.

At some point he messaged me”tell me you didn’t actually write another. I immediately felt silly having almost finished my final edits. Being given assignments just turned me on so much I ran with it!

What follows is the final result of my first report

A good drone submits. A good drone conforms. A good drone obeys. A good drone reads what she’s told to read. And as she reads, she finds herself growing more captivated, wanting to submit, conform, and obey just a little more.

The more I read Blood and Velvet, the more I understood the appeal of drone smut. The fantasy of surrendering complete control, quieting the constant chatter of the mind, and letting someone else take the control is a powerful turn-on.

I probably should not have started reading it at work in between phone calls and inputting vaccine records but I was already feeling worked up and figured I would get the slower-character building out of the way, the parts I usually just skip when reading erotica. My plan was to finish the rest later at home but the shift was slow so I kept reading till I was a horny mess by lunch.

It turned out to be exactly my kind of story: just enough setup to establish the mood and characters without an all in depth description before diving into the action. A playful fishing date suddenly giving way to drugging and abduction, and it immediately tapped into a lot of my CNC fantasies. I was hooked instantly.

When Ember initially mistakes the warm haze creeping through her body for a bug bite, I caught myself wishing I could experience that same woozy feeling. It became even more compelling when it was revealed she’d actually been injected, turning that intoxicating sensation into something that could be replicated on repeat again and again.

Then came the patch. “A slow release sedative, it'll keep you at a relative level of calm throughout the day. It should open you up a little too, your body will confuse the steady drug for natural process and begin to imitate it by itself after a week”

The idea of a substance that gradually quiets the mind, softens resistance, and makes surrender feel natural fits perfectly with the psychological side of the fantasy that I enjoy most.

Not that I need much convincing to submit, conform, and obey, but add in the idea of a drug that leaves you feeling blissfully calm, mentally quiet, and deliciously empty, and you’ve created one very happy drone.

The daily training is probably the hottest part of the whole story for me. There’s just something about the routine of it. Putting on the catsuit, having the bracelets locked to the desk, the helmet sliding down with the visor showing images while the earphones keep repeating the same mantras. It all feels so immersive.

The idea that every part of the experience is designed to pull you deeper into a different headspace. There’s something comforting about not having to think, just following the routine and letting yourself get lost in it for a while. It’s such a controlled environment that provides no option but to submit.

Submit

"Ssubmmmit!" The pleasure makes you giddy and then the sparks wipe the slate clean, over and over you reach ecstasy and bliss only for it to be removed. The process is likely to repeat until you feel nothing but the word being imprinted into your mind so forcefully. Submit.”

I like the way the story repeats the word over and over until it starts to lose its meaning as a word and becomes a feeling instead. With each repetition, it becomes easier to relax, stop fighting, and sink deeper into the experience. There’s something incredibly appealing about the fantasy of setting aside control, trusting the process, and simply submitting without having to overthink every moment.

There is something hot about the mantra submit because it represents the moment right before surrender. It is the invitation to stop fighting, to let go of the need to control every thought and outcome, and to willingly give yourself over to the experience.

‘“Obey”

Well that mantra is already hot because of Saturday night at the Sanctury. The past few nights when I want to orgasm I have repeated to myself “good girls obey”. After a few repetitions it is enough to send me over the edge.

The word obey is a turn-on because it feels so final. Submit still sounds like you’re making a choice, but obey means the choice is already made. There’s no overthinking, no questioning, the only option is just listening and following.

I love the idea of hearing that one word over and over until it starts to feel natural. It becomes less about giving something up and more about finding comfort in not having to think for a while. That’s what makes the mantra so hot. It creates the fantasy of letting go completely and simply obeying.

“Empty”

‘“Every other desire has been emptied out of your head. It's all you want anymore. Your body begs for it too, that final straggling emotion of uninhibited excitement, oozing lust that pools between your legs even now. Overdosing heavenly bliss that is sure to give you enough pleasure to last a lifetime. So when you've finally had your fill you can give it up without any regrets.”

This hits me differently. It’s not about following commands anymore—it’s about letting everything else fade away. The worries, the stress, the overthinking, even the emotions that make life feel heavy all begin to disappear.

“Drone”

“The moment you speak the word, those sparks in your eyes take away the excitement in an instant and replace it with a well earned nothing.”

I am a drone. Just a vessel without thought or emotion.

I did not expect “that idea to resonate with me as much as it did. Going into the story, I didn’t think the fantasy of becoming a drone would be my thing. But as the conditioning progressed, I found myself understanding the appeal. It wasn’t the loss of identity that drew me in—it was the emotional blank state that came with it.

The idea of setting down the constant mental chatter, letting go of anxiety, self-doubt, and the endless stream of decisions is incredibly seductive. There’s something comforting about imagining a mind so quiet that it no longer feels weighed down. No overthinking. No second-guessing. Just existing in a state of calm nothingness.

In the end, I connected with the drone fantasy. The combination of the psychological elements, the mantras, the rituals, and the idea of surrendering control created something incredibly captivating.