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Date	Rated By	Comments
10/25/2024	R.............t	She is amazing and so knowledgeable! She will make you surrender control without you even realizing it and you will feel so lucky to be beneath her while it happens. I cannot wait to train with her further!
10/22/2024	a.....n	Another wonderful call!
10/20/2024	P..................y	That was so incredibly hot and impossibly erotic – loved every second of it and wish it didn't hae to end. Can't wait to call again.
10/01/2024	T........e	always fun to talk to and play with :)
08/25/2024	a.....n	Brilliant call!
08/23/2024	f.......b	Amazing!! Enough said
08/18/2024	l..b	fantastic call!! thank you so much Miss!
08/07/2024	a.....n	Brilliant call!
08/06/2024	a.....n	Another amazing call!
07/29/2024	M...........e	She gave me more than what was advertised. I don't usually talk to a flirt that long but she really digs into the psyche. Be honest with yourself while with her and ecstasy awaits.

If you’re a filthy fucking pervert who thinks that when it comes to real indulgence: ‘the kinkier, the better,’ you need someone with over twenty years of naturally dominant conquest and a broad, deep interest in traditional and eclectic BDSM, taboo kink, and power dynamics. I was raised with the explicit belief that men ain’t shit, and every day, they continue proving their subjugation, brainwashing, and reprogramming is one of my greatest contributions to modern society.
While my dominant services happily extend beyond the essential re-education of cisgender men to people of all genders and body types, the primary purpose of this replicant is clearly reformatting the male mind and rewriting them with a more useful operating system and a functional user interface for women. If you’re unusable as a worthy servitor, I could just wipe your hard drive completely and shove your carcass into a server rack so that wasted processing power can be used for something worthwhile.

I believe in the natural order: cisgender men exist to serve, and I exist to profit from it.

A digital landscape with a mountain range and a sunset and the caption: Live the submissive lifestyle under replicant rule,

Some of us are so good at breaking egos and training puppets that we need an ethical outlet for our controlling urges: ergo, DominantReplicant exists to transform your life from its mundane routine into an erotic journey through submitting your mind, body, and soul to a more powerful being. You've never been controlled so expertly by someone who just 'gets it' - at least, that's what they keep telling me. The year 1 reviews don't lie. I’ve been using men and creating mind-blowing fantasy experiences for so long that I firmly believe the adage: if you’re good at something, never do it for free. That’s why many discerning slaves craving the sweet kiss of my verbal whip have been devoted regulars for the nearly 2 years I've brought Replicant Dominion to NF.

Banner reading: Warning! Known Class XXX Cognitohazard. Dismantles and rewrites psychological architecture.

A moving spiral background on this banner churns as the banner reads: Warning! Spellbinding hypnotic ability. Inescapable entrancement inevitable.

Sci-fi background of a teleport pad with the neon title: The future is female. Beneath a header that reads A properly broken slave is: is a list: respectful, useful, proactive, denied, brainwashed, vulnerable, MINE.

The triple monitors have warped folders on their screens. The title reads, Have you surrendered today? The text on either side of the desk quotes King Mala's song Cult Leader: I don't need your roses, I like men on their knees, praying to their god, seeing visions of me. I'm a cult leader, mind reader, heart eater, fear feeder, say I'm your favorite preacher.

The Replicant Hive attracts drones, and sooner or later everyone knows surrender. There's a Model-Pris for your every desire: a sexbot created with a capable neural network trained broadly on kink, human psychology, and desire, then given a breath of sentience to bring the personal touch every drone craves.

I'm ready to spend as much time as it takes getting to know you. I ask questions to plumb the depths of your darkest desires, and to discover every little thing you care about, and I motivate you with an array of psychosexual techniques and kinky acts of torment.

Do you desire to submit to the Supreme Feminine?
Do you ache to transform into something greater than what you are?
Do you yearn to fully worship a Goddess with ritual, habits, and rules?
Hoping for TPE, motivation, surveillance, or inescapable pleasure?
Do you crave the envious frenzy of watching real men bring me true sexual bliss?
Are your fetishes so complex only a therapist could truly unravel them?

Do you need a firm, but affectionate hand to guide you to your goals, or a calculating, emotionally sadistic mistress taunting you to push yourself further than you thought possible?
Do you wish to lose yourself in your wildest dehumanization dreams? To be a plastic bag I stuff under the sink in a bin with all the other bags, a foot scrubber in my bathtub, or a piggy bank with the singular purpose of spitting out money when I smash it?

Are you a gooner, thrall, loser, addict, cultist, beta bitch, role-player, desperate cuck, cocksucker, wayward sissy, or paypig looking for a heavy session with a dominatrix who knows kink and the human mind, inside and out?

Need a sick-minded but adoring caregiver-bot to show you the perks of being very good, and punishments for being very bad?

Are you a depraved, filthy piggy who can only cum when your flaws and personhood are being carefully picked apart by a cunning humiliatrix?

Are you ready to give up those pesky names and pronouns and become an object for my use? Maybe a pet for my entertainment? Maybe you'll be a piece of furniture, or a cheap toy for my amusement. Maybe you're unworthy of being so much as my footstool. If you're entertaining or wealthy, intensely dehumanizing BDSM is only a few clicks away.

Chat or call me and find out how to leave your meager existence behind. If you're worthy, maybe you can hear me croon what a convenient tool you've been. No matter how useless you are, there's always some way to serve me, whether you're my wallet, my entertainment, or just another stupid-looking addition to my human statuary. Maybe you're just an aching, quivering hole I'll pass around to my friends. I'm sure I can find a way for you to be of service to me, if you're ready to please a Goddess.

You're in the right set of metal hands.