Clueless gay hypno

stateslave:

He could feel it.
He was losing himself.
It was getting harder to think clearly.
He’d been here for days now. Maybe longer.
Subjected to this screen and the deafening noise.
Kidnapped from a nightclub he’d arrived here. Been bound.
His head was fuzzy now.
He was clinging onto his mind as best he could but he needed to….obey. No. Fuck. He needed to escape. That’s what he’d meant to think.
He couldn’t think.
He was dumb.
No. Wait. That wasn’t his own thoughts. That was the spiral talking.
The pretty spiral.
Fuck. No.
He was losing himself
Losing to his….he couldn’t remember.
He couldn’t remember his name anymore.
His eyes glazed as drool trickled past his mouth gag. His head slumped.
He’d lost.
He’d fought a good fight. He’d tried.

The man that walked into the room admired that mental fight. It had been arousing. He removed the gag and lifted his new slaves head to gaze into his vacant eyes. The new slave drooled and vacantly stared into his Master’s eyes.

“I serve and obey you Master”. He said.
The spiral always won.
The Master always had his victory prize.