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Donovan had his doubts. “Coach, I don’t think I’d feel comfortable showing off in front of all those people. It’s cool to flex for you, Coach, but that’s a whole ‘nother vibe.”
Just be a good boy and put on the mask, Don.
As Donovan complied, all his inhibitions suddenly were released. He began to feel pumped up as he suddenly began flexing for Me.
What Donovan couldn’t remember in his conscious mind is that I had already placed the masked on him during some of our sessions.
He’d already bulked up and become such a meathead for Me, and now he would love showing off that muscle to everyone whenever he wore that mask. It was as if the mask would ‘mask’ his inhibitions in such a way that they simply didn’t exist. Every stroke helped him to absorb that deep into his subconscious.
Since he was already used to My hypnosis, it didn’t take him long to feel comfortable relaxing completely for Me.
It just felt so good for him to focus instead on all the pleasure. Muscle gave him so much pleasure. He loved to build it. He loved to flex it. He loved to show it off for Coach. More and more, he was feeling like a musclehead – not so dumb he couldn’t do his work, and yet it was so easy to just simply focus on muscle and not worry about anything else.
His shirt might have said Fitch, but deep down, Caleb wanted to fetch. He was often way too serious and plagued with anxiety, and he yearned for nothing more to let go.
Nothing symbolized that to him more than the growing pup scene he had so far only seen in online videos. He was envious of those that could let go so much that they could forget all about their human life, even if just for a bit. It was a state of mind he had trouble getting to on his own, so he turned to Me for help.
I began to relax him, though he was reluctant to close his eyes. Those big eyes simply remained so focused on Me as I spoke, even as his mind began to let go to my voice. He did begin to respond to light suggestions, stripping away inhibitions as he began to strip off his clothes.
It was as he began to move the last item of clothing that all the suggestions finally began to truly sink in. His face first went completely blank – even more blank than before.
Then that blank susceptibility turned into a true trance as he drifted into a deep relaxation, closing his eyes even as his underwear remained half-on.
Being a pup can be instantaneous for some, but some need a bit of groundwork laid out. With the time it took just to get him into trance, Caleb would be a pup that needed that basic desire to grow inside of him first.
I sent him off with some pup files so condition his mind ahead of our next session.