Imagine being that lucky submissive into hypnosis whose interests align with the interests of a hypnotic Master or Coach. You don’t even really care what he looks like or how experienced or not he is with other areas, so long as he can get into that mind of yours. You are eager to find out, so you did what you could to prove your photos were indeed yours, and you are so grateful your potential Superior finds you attractive. You long to be molded by hypnosis, and He has sent you special recordings that do just that. You have downloaded the training recordings onto your phone and get comfortable in bed before pressing place. Soon you are drifting deeper and deeper into a nice peaceful trance. The words of your new potential Dominant begin to sink into your subconscious.
His words describe all the ways you to be such a good boy for Him. A lot of it aligns with what you already want, such as being encouraged to build muscle for Him. Some of it you are not as sure about, but the more you listen to the recording, the more it begins to feel right for you. You end up listening again and again because it feels so good whenever you hear him call you a good boy. The more you begin to feel like you are His good boy, the more aroused that thought makes you. His recordings allow for some individuality yet also encourage the pleasure of obedience. You begin to feel like this Superior could keep you in chastity if He so desired, but he hasn’t asked that of you yet. Instead, you find yourself beginning to stroke more and more this voice and to the idea of belong to Him.
Elliott had not paid attention to the weather when he went jogging. It was unusually warm for this time of year, but a cold front was coming in and creating the potential for storms not normally seen in the fall. When his phone alerted him to the weather watches, he decided not to chance being caught in bad weather as he ordered up a ride-share. “Out for a run, huh, bud?” the young, handsome driver asked, which Elliott politely yet quickly confirmed. “Not much of a talker, huh? No worries. If you want, you can just watch the entertainment here on this screen.”
Soon Elliott was zoning out, the visuals and music combining to take him into a suggestible state of trance. It was becoming harder and harder for Elliott to think as he simple started to become a mindless goon focused only on his growing arousal. Without thought, he soon had slipped his hard dick out of his shorts and began to stroke it.With every stroke, Elliott was getting dumber and dumber, his brains draining down to his cock as subliminals molded his mind into the mind of a FitDimWit that loved to think with his dick. He almost had a brief awareness of what was happening as he squeezed his dick. “Brains?”
Yet soon the lustful pleasure again overwhelmed him as he continued to further stroke to the programming. As the programming removed his inhibitions, his clothes further slipped off until he was completely naked in the vehicle.