I sit down in my seat, I was supposed to have come with a friend, it was even their idea, but they had to cancel suddenly. Not wanting to waste the money spent on the ticket I came anyway, not that I believe in hypnosis, it's all just showmanship and trickery, not to mention that after some research on the topic it turns out that you can only hypnosis someone to do things they want to do.
The lights go out and a spotlight illuminates the stage as in a cloud of smoke the hypnotist appears. The show progresses as you'd expect, he made someone pretend to be a chicken and a few other tricks but suddenly he calls me from the audience, I'm not sure why, but sure I'll give it a go, what harm could it do.
I'm suddenly standing in a strange room that I've never seen before, yet I feel like I know exactly where everything is. Sunlight shines through a window, which is weird as it was the evening when I entered the show. I suddenly feel a breeze against my body, I look down to see that I'm naked and clean shaven, the only thing covered is my cock, which is trapped in a small metal chastity cage. Coming to my senses I also feel the weight of a metal collar around my neck and the feeling of something filling my ass, I also find that for some reason my body refuses any instruction to touch the collar, chastity or anal intruder. What the fuck is going on? Scared I slowly walk around the room looking for any clues as to what has happened or where I am, each step moving what I'm guessing is a buttplug, causing my cock to try and harden in its prison.
I freeze as I hear the door to the room open, for some reason I straighten my back, spread my legs slightly and fold my arms behind my back as the hypnotist walks in.
"Ah, I see that you're finally fully awake." I try to ask questions and yell at him about how this whole thing is messed up and that I'm going to have him arrested but none of that came out.
"Yes master." The hypnotist smiles in response.
"I see that the conditioning is still holding, that's good. I'm guessing that you want to say some rather rude and nasty things to me or to alart people about what is going on but you can't." I begin to panic, neither my body nor my mouth will do as I tell them, I can't fight back, I can't speak what I want to say, I'm just standing here fully exposed in front of this stranger and anyone else who happens to walk in.
"Let's see if the rest of the conditioning is still working. Who are you?" Without thinking my body responds.
"I'm your loyal and loving slave."
"What is your name?"
"I'm a slave, I have no name other than what you give me sir."
"What is your purpose?"
"To serve and obey and to please you master." Inside I'm screaming, I try with all my might to reach out and punch him and run away but my body just stays still and silent, my face staring blankly straight ahead.
"Get me a glass of water." Without a pause my body gives a slight bow and I begin walking out of the room and along the corridor as if I know where I'm going. I try to shake the thought of getting master a drink out of my head, it seems to be the only thought in my mind, similar to being overfixated on finding, cleaning or organising something, drowning out any thoughts of escape, I just really need to get master a drink and not doing so was beginning to frustrate me. Entering the kitchen I somehow know where the glasses are and fill it with water and carrying the drink with a steady hand i walk back and hand the hypnotist the glass.
"Your drink master." For some reason I feel very happy, pleased and satisfied with myself for completing the simple task of getting master a drink, not to mention slightly relieved to nolonger have the overwhelming thought in my head. As he takes it I return to my standing position, for some reason it feels comfortable to stand like this, natural even.
The hypnotist smiles as if very pleased with the results, which gives me a feeling of joy.
"I was a bit worried that the conditioning wouldn't stick once you regained awareness, there are a few more tests but those don't fully matter, it seems that after a year of reprogramming your mind you have become totally obedient." Did he just say a year? Have I been hypnotised for a whole year?
"You probably want to know what's happened over the last year. Well, it started when I noticed that you were alone that evening, I tried a basic bit of hypnosis to make you my slave, you easily submitted to me and followed every instruction, kneeled, bowed, did a few simple tasks, the audience loved it. Then I pretended to snap you out of it and instructed you to return to your seat and jokingly said that if you were still under my control to come see me after the show. I was happy to see you afterwards, the fact that my hypnosis hadn't worn off was a good sign. The thing about hypnotism is that I can't make you do something that deep down you don't want to do, you were clearly the submissive type and open to being dominated and wanted to be. So I put you in a deeper trance and then got to work on making you my slave." For some reason being addressed as his slave made me feel happy, peaceful and fulfilled and my mouth smiles uncontrollably.
"Over the next month I had you living your normal life but reporting to me every evening, I'd test your obedience with simple domestic tasks and increase you conditioning, then on the second month I had you preform oral sex, which you did without hesitation, after which I began your sexual conditioning and got you addicted to the taste of cum." He made me do what? Wait, did he say cum? My mind starts to feel the need for cum, I imagine the taste in my mouth and my cock strains against its cage as I begin to crave the delicious taste of cum. Although I can't move, every muscle in my body wanted to drop in front of master, get his cock out and suck in it, to taste his cock, to smell his scent, to have his cum fill my mouth.
"Slave listen." My mind snaps out of its current state, I must listen to master, focus on master's words.
"Yes that part of your conditioning worked really well, even saying the word makes you super horny." Seeing my still twitching cage he holds my swollen balls in his hand.
"This, that was all you. I was surprised one day around three months into your conditioning. You said that you did it for me, as a symbol of your devotion, submission and loyalty. The thing is though because you did it I have no idea what you did with the key, you never did tell me and any questioning had you confused as to why I'd want to unlock it, so I just went with it. For all I know you hid it somewhere or throw it away or gave it to someone to look after, unfortunately since coming out of that trance you have no memory of what you did with it either. So I'm afraid that says on. It doesn't bother me though, I might have played with your cock a bit but oh well." What? I did that to myself without prompting? Why would I do that? And I'm stuck in it forever? No I must remember where the key is. I try to think but all I can think of is the night and the show and then here today, the whole year in between is a complete empty void. I try really hard, I manage to get a hazey memory, one of locking the device onto myself and feeling confident in what I'd done, happy and pleased with myself and looking forward to showing my master and how pleased he'd be with me. Those feelings overwhelmed the memory and I have no idea what I did with the key and try as I can no other memories surface. I'm trapped with this thing crushing my cock for the rest of my life.
"Anyway about four months in you were fully conditioned and I made you begin preparations for moving in with me. It didn't take long, you'd already distanced yourself from the few friends and family in your life and had stopped meeting other people, spending all your time either working or training. You sold all of your possessions and home and quit your job. Once you arrived you handed me all your documents of identification, striped and throw your clothes onto a bonfire in the garden. Then you knelt and swore your life to me as my obedient slave and I placed your collar on you." Just like with the hazey memory of locking myself in chastity I vaguely remember kneeling down in front of my master and pledging myself to him as his, loving, loyal and obedient slave and the feeling of the cold metal collar closing around my neck and a huge wave of joy and pleasure and an overwhelming sense of belonging as it clicked shut. It was strangely a very pleasant memory.
"After that I spent the rest of the year reinforcing your conditioning and testing your mind. Turns out that you were far more submissive than I'd initially thought, so it took a while to find the depths of your unconscious desires. Anyway I've caught you up on the events you need to know. Time for you to have a reward for listening so well." At this he begins to undo his belt. My heart starts racing as he does and I'm fixated on his crotch, barely noticing my body kneeling down on the floor with a mind of its own. As he pulls his cock out I begin to crawl towards it imagining the taste of his cum in my mouth. The whole world ceased to exist as his scent fills my senses and my hand pulls back his foreskin and begins to playfully stroke his cock before sliding my mouth over it, waves of pleasure wash over me as my tongue explores master's cock and his taste fills my senses along with his scent. I close my eyes lost in heavenly bless as the first drops of precum almost overwhelm me and I begin to greedily take his cock deeper, pushing it down my throat, my nose burying itself into his crotch and his balls slapping against my chin. Soon my work is rewarded with master's warm cum filling my mouth. Instead of recoiling in disgust I'm lost in ecstacy and lust, the taste of his cum filling my senses with delight, the world around me is nonexistent, time slowing to a holt, completely lost in desire and joy as I clean his cock despite for every last drop of cum.
"Slave listen." I'm brought back from my trance, my cock painfully crushing against the cage that I had apparently locked on myself. Fully focusing on my master I look longingly in his eyes, my mind eagerly awaiting his instructions, my ears ready to take in his every word.
"Very good slave." Those words fill me with pride, fulfilment and joy.
"Now then, I'm sure that you have chores to." Again like when getting him his drink, my mind is filled woth overwhelming thoughts to clean all the rooms, change master's sheets, wash the dishes, clean the bathroom, and several other tasks and my body starts moving as if compelled by those thoughts. With each task completed the maddening desires fade with a smile and are replaced with peaceful happiness and satisfaction at a job well done and hoping that master will be pleased with how well I did. At first I find these thoughts after finishing tasks horrible, why do I care if he is pleased but as I continue with my work I find myself caring more and more about what he thinks and that I should take pride in my work and do it well. By the end of my tasks I find that I actually care about my work and am proud of doing it well, not just subconsciously, these were my own conscious thoughts and feelings.
Finally finished I suddenly feel a building pressure inside and my body responds and walks to a small bathroom, I'd passed several larger and nicer ones on the way, I'd even cleaned them earlier, but this one seems to be the one designated for my use. As I close the door my right hand reaches behind me and down to my ass, gently removing my buttplug I let put a small moan as it stretches my ass and pops out. I watch as my hand brings it back round and into view, the shiny plug glinting in the light but some of its shine is dulled by small pieces of shit. My arm keeps moving, to my horror it moves toward my face and my mouth opens inviringly. I try with all my strength to take back some level of control but as much as my mind strains I can't stop it as the plug enters my mouth and my tongue begins to methodically clean it, the horrible taste of my shit and ass entering my senses as I sit down on the toilet and relieve myself. If my body was under my conttol I'm sure I'd throw up but as I sit there all it does is constantly lick every tiny speck of waste off the plug. Finished I clean myself and remove the now sparkling clean and well lubed plug from my mouth and slide it back inside my ass with a moan, my cock twitching as I feel it fill my ass. Before leaving I quickly clean my teeth and rinse my mouth with mouthwash, it must be clean for master, that's what the overwhelming thought in my head keeps saying but I'm just happy to remove the taste from my mouth.
With no more tasks to complete I walk into an office where my master is sitting. I stand straight as i did when I first regained awareness. Master doesn't notice me for a while or if he does I'm of no concern. Without looking at me he looks at hus watch.
"I'm starting to get hungry, go prepare dinner." At that the uncontrollable thoughts flood my mind 0nce again as I walk to the kitchen. Somehow knowing where everything is my body gets out ingredients and items and begins making g his meal. The smell of the food makes my own stomach rumble and more than ever I notice how trapped I am inside my own body as I stare hungrily at the food only to not be able to touch it or eat it, only dish it up and place it on the dining table. I walk back into master's office.
"Dinner is ready sir." He gets up and without acknowledging me he walks past and out of the room. I turn and follow him as he sits I stand at his side.
"Would you like a drink sir?" I'm strangely getting used to my mouth speaking on it's own, even if it is weird and creepy, not having control over my own voice.
"Wine." I turn and pour him a drink. I again stand unable to move as I watch him eat. My own stomach complaining.
"Go make yourself something to eat and then prepare yourself for my bedroom." At this I turn, my steps towards the kitchen are painfully slow as I finally make myself a meal, not as nice as master's, I seem to have a separate selection of food but still I'm happy to quiet my stomach.
After cleaning up the kitchen I move to what I'm guessing is my room, not much is in it, just a bed, bedside table and and a desk. Contected to the room is a bathroom where I shower and shave my body, making sure that every inch of it is perfect and presentable. I then remove my buttplug, once again placing it in my mouth, and insert a plug connected to a device turn it on, warm water flows into my ass, and fills my insides, cleaning it out. After holding it for several minutes I sigh with relief as I remove the plug and flush out my insides. Satisfied that I'm clean enough for master to use I place my buttplug back inside and wash my mouth and head to his bedroom. Once there I kneel beside his bed, unmoving, staring at the wall, waiting for him to come to bed.
I don't know how long it has been but I'm going crazy, I'm like a living statue, unable to move. I'm actually starting to want my captor, the man who hypnotised me and trapped me in my own body, to enter and use me, at least then I'll be doing something. The deafening silence is finally broken as the door opens and my master walks in and immediately begins undressing. The sight of his naked body and cock makes my mind go crazy with desire, needing his cock, needing his cum, needing to bring him pleasure, if I could control my body I'd already be on my knees in front of him sucking his cock. He lays down on the bed.
"You want to suck my cock?"
"Yes sir. Please let me suck it sir?" My voice is surprisingly calm considering the uncontrollable craving and desires racing in my mind.
"Come and get what you want." My body slowly climbs into the bed and crawls towards his cock, slowly lowering my mouth over it, it's taste and smell overwhelming my senses as my tongue runs over it. My mind is lost in lustful ecstacy as I hungrily suck on his cock, feeling it grow in my mouth and push deeper down my throat. Suddenly I feel his hand pull my head back, his cock falling out of my mouth leaving me feeling unsatisfied and craving more.
"Turn around." My body does as it's told and I turn to face away from my master.
"Ass up." I move onto all fours and lower my arms and raise up my ass. I feel my buttplug roughly pulled out and I willingly take it into my mouth before his cock suddenly slams into my ass. I moan and move my hips in time with his thrusts, as he continues to fuck me. My caged cock straining against its prison and my mind lost in desire as my master pushes deeper and deeper inside of me. As he continues to fuck me I'm quickly brought to the edge as my cock crushes itself inside its cage, only I can't seem to cum.
"You want to cum slave? You have permission." At those words I let out a loud moan as I continue to suck on my buttplug, my body shaking as cum shoots out of my cage. My mind goes hazey overwhelmed by pleasure as my master cums deep inside my ass.
"Clean." Feeling his cock pull out I take my buttplug out of my mouth and slide it into my well used ass, sealing his precious cum inside me. I then turn and take his cock into my mouth once again and suck and lick it clean, as I do my cock begins to strain in its cage again as desire and lust take over my mind.
"That's enough." At this I pull my head back, I take one last longing look at his cock before I begin to lick up my own cum off the sheets.
Master slides under the covers and I climb in with him. He holds me and quickly falls asleep, his warm breath against my neck as he rests. Tired and strangely happy and content I close my eyes and drift off the a deep sleep, held in a comforting embrace of my master.
Epilogue:
Several years have past and I've learnt to love my life. It took a while to get used to not controlling my own body, I do get rare moments where I can control my own movements, but only when I have spare time and only in my room, which I only go to to rest or when I need to be hidden, once I leave it my body returns to its normal state. If anything those moments of complete freedom are the worst, there isn't much to do in my room, I have a few books and a TV but that's it. It's not entirely free movement either, I still can't touch my collar or chastity cage, as for the buttplug, I can only touch that when I need the toilet, I still hate putting it in my mouth. I prefer the nights spent in master's bed, in the morning I'd immediately have something to do as I wake him with a blowjob and drink his piss.
I've gotten used to always being naked, even in frint of master and even his guests, which took some getting used to, at first I found it humiliating standing completely naked in fr9nt of others but now I don't care, if anything I enjoy the opportunity to show off for my master. He doesn't let others use me, I wouldn't mind if he did, I'd gladly pleasure others if master tells me to and he knows that, but at least for now he seems to want to keep me for himself. I'm his and his alone. Something that makes me feel sad whenever he's away doing his show and I'm left alone to clean the empty house and sit in my room, just wishing for him to return. When he does return though he normally has tons of energy and spend hours with him bringing him orgasm after orgasm.
I enjoy my life, I enjoy making the house perfect for my master, who I've grown to truely love, I enjoy making his meals and I really enjoy pleasuring him. I feel like I'm where I belong, maybe this was what I always wanted but just needed a push towards it, maybe the hypnosis was just playing off of desires I had deep inside me. If I had control over my voice I'd thank my master for making me live the life I secretly desired and that I love him and will serve him always.