Wet Pride 💦

“Yes, Master”.

He doesn’t even know why he’s saying it. His mind doesn’t register the question, all it registers is an overwhelming presence that takes over his thoughts, his brain and his existence.

He doesn’t feel anything, he’s too deep in, too far gone to feel. The cloud in his mind gets thicker and thicker and he stops thinking and he doesn’t realize he’s stopped thinking. All he knows is the fog and a presence in the fog and that’s all he can think of.

He doesn’t notice he’s kneeling and flexing, his body listens and obeys and his mind doesn’t even know it. Obedience is not a choice, it’s just his existence. He listens and obeys, and that’s all.

He can’t see.

His eyes are open, but he’s not seeing, not hearing, he’s just a puppet that obeys blindly and automatically. His arms, his legs, all his body follows the commands of the voice in the fog, and his mind doesn’t even registers the orders.

Blank. Down. Controlled. Gone.

This is him now, a beautiful empty body with his mind erased by fog. A puppet, a slave, a mannequin. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, and he will spend the rest of his life not knowing it.

This is more than control, it’s a complete takeover and erasure of his mind, reduced to a mindless object for the pleasure of the man standing in front of him. He can’t have emotions or desires, he can’t want or need.

He’s gone.

He will suck and fuck, get sucked and fucked, serve and obey with the absolute perfection of a blank automaton, and there is nothing he can do about it, because he no longer exists, he just left as a hot body, an empty shell that will be programmed to do anything his owner wants.

And when that voice calls, when he receives his orders, when there is a new command to follow, and another one, and another one, there is just one thing he knows how to say.

“Yes, Master.”

(I’m writing a full hypno-themed novel called Matt and the Hunters, you can find it in Sponsus and Gumroad, and you can also find daily short captions on my Twitter!)

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