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Reblog if you want to be a goodboy for a hypnomaster

It began with a late night click. Hours of scrolling through photos of hot young bucks in black leather, shiny rubber, steel chains and intricately knotted ropes had left Jamie itching for release. He slumped back against the loose grey cushions of the sofa fondling his junk through the dark denim of his jeans. One hand slowly stroking and teasing, the other swiping the trackpad of his laptop. In the background the latest mindless Netflix movie played on forgotten.

Alone, horny and fed up after months of isolation Jamie envied the tightly bound boys. He yearned to kneel before a strong man, to feel the bite of steel restraints cutting into the flesh at wrist and ankle. Cornflower blue eyes fluttered as he stroked, imagining himself submitting to a muscled master. Naked, down on his knees, hands bound behind him and a chain leash tightening around his throat. His pulse raced. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. Harder, faster he rubbed until a dribble of precum leaked out.

Jamie’s hand slowed to hold back from release. He worked his meat with the practiced precision of a horny boy who had by now spent months in forced pandemic chastity. He had taught himself how to edge to maximise his pleasure. He kept on scrolling through the pictures and stories of masters and their boy toys, pausing now and again when something particular grabbed his attention. One such post from his favourite kinkster really caught his eye. A single sentence “Reblog if you want to be a goodboy for a hypnomaster”. Jamie read and re-read the line, a faint smile touching his lips.

He thought of the cheesy stage show he’d gone to when he was in college where the hypnotist had had his mates Pete and Angus clucking like chickens. Pete had even taken off his shoe and used it as a phone. He’d taken this piss out of them for weeks after.

He’d always thought hypnosis was a load of bullshit but it had worked on the two rugger buggers. 6,742 notes, 4,322 likes and 12,420 reblogs. He scrolled through the comments “yes… please”, “go on try me”, “I want to be a goodboy”, “I wish to serve”… Jamie remembered how hot Angus had looked when he was tranced. His cock throbbed as he thought of the big ginger fullback stood on stage, eyes tight shut and head bowed. Of course he’d had an enormous crush on his friend but back then he was so deep in the closest he had hidden his feelings. Instead he’d passed many a lonely hour guiltily masturbating thinking about Angus brutally fucking his face and still virgin hole

Now though he pictured himself up on stage. Deep in trance, head bowed in hypnotic submission. His cock jerked in renewed excitement. Jamie pulled and tugged. Harder, faster. Then he came, spewing jis over his navy t-shirt. With a groan he grabbed for the tissues and cleaned himself up. He looked at the screen and quickly wiped away a stray milky blob. “Reblog if you want to be a goodboy for a hypnomaster”. With a shrug Jamie hit the reblog button. Then he slammed the laptop shut and headed for bed.

The next day passed as so many others had during lockdown. He got up early and went for a run. Tall and lean, despite all his efforts in the gym he had never been able to fill out his lean frame, he’d always been a runner. It had been nearly ten years since graduation but he was every bit as fast as we had been back then. His usual playlist was pumping through his airpods as he ran. It was all so repetitive. Same routine, same circuit round the park, the same techno music filling his ears, the same chalky protein shake waiting for him when he got home.

Jamie pulled up by a bench in a quiet corner of the park where the grass was left to grow wild under the limes and oaks. He checked his phone, opening up the app. A part of him yearned for a message from a hypnomaster but unsurprisingly there was nothing. With a sigh he tucked his phone back in his pocket and resumed his run.

Zoom meetings, coffee, more meetings, a late lunch, then a couple of hours to get on with some actual work. Jamie loved his job. At least when he got to do it. He worked for a marketing and communications consultancy and was one of their best designers. He looked the part too. He always looked sharp for clients even if off screen under his desk he was wearing sweat shorts. The oversized spectacles, cleanly shaven cheeks and carefully sculpted quiff were all part of his own brand. Nerdy cool. He liked expensive clothes. He always had to look his best, even when the only audience was digital.

Finally the day was over. Dinnertime. He sighed at the lack of any excitement. He flicked through the channels on the tv, eventually settling on the same shit movie he’d put on the night before. Slumped once more on the sofa he pulled open his laptop. After reading the news headlines and checking up on Facebook he returned to his favourite NSFW site and started to scroll. An hour, then two passed. He wasn’t sure when it had appeared but suddenly he noticed he had a message. He hesitated a nanosecond before opening it.

“So you wish to submit.” The name on the account was hypnomaster8739. Jamie stared at the words. It was not a question, it was a statement. A fact. And at that moment he knew more than anything that yes he wanted to submit. He realised just how trapped and sick he felt, how much he wanted to change, to be someone, no, something else. But for all his horny frustration he was cautious. He’d never heard of hypnomaster8739 before. He clicked on the link to their blog page but it was blank.

He paused. Should he respond? What should he say? He didn’t know if hypnomaster8739 was a man or a woman. He had no idea who or what he was getting into. But that in itself added to his excitement. “Yes sir, I wish to submit”. Minutes passed. Five, ten. Jamie waited nervously, licking his lips.

“Send me your name and a picture. I only accept boys who are young and fit, aged 18-30.”

Jamie had turned thirty during lockdown. Worst birthday party ever. Beers with the boys on Zoom were just so sad. He was still young and fitter than ever. He told himself he was a good looking guy that just happened to have had the bad luck to have been single when the pandemic hit. He took off his glasses and popped open the top buttons of his white poplin shirt. Careful to avoid showing his full face he took a picture. He captioned it with “Jamie Dee wants to be a goodboy for hypnomaster8739”. He flushed with a mix of excitement and shame. It was so stupid. What was he even thinking? Regretting his eagerness he moved to close the app just as another message popped up.

“Very nice boy, very nice indeed. You may just have what it takes to be a goodboy.” Reading the words sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. “It’s so good to meet you Jamie. Jamie wants to be a goodboy, don’t you Jamie? Jamie wants to be a goodboy for a hypnomaster, Don’t you boy? Jamie likes to follow and obey.”

“I want to be a goodboy for a hypnomaster”. The words seemed to type themselves. “I like to follow and obey. I need to obey.” He was getting seriously turned on. It wasn’t hypnosis though, not yet. They were roleplaying as master and subject. And Jamie was loving every second of it.

“Goodboy Jamie. I see you are eager to obey but before Jamie Dee can become my goodboy I must know more about you. Are you single? Where do you live?”

Jamie hesitated but his excitement drove him on, “Yes sir, I am single. I live alone in Edinburgh in Scotland.” Again cursing himself for sharing details to a complete stranger he waited for a response.

Five minutes passed then, “Mmmm I love a Scottish accent. And a man in a skirt.” Jamie was waiting for hypnomaster8739 to share something of himself but instead the next message continued to tease Jamie to share more, “I need to see you. All of you. Send me a full body shot. And a head shot. I want to see that beautiful face of yours Jamie.”

Jamie sighed but complied, even flexing to show off his narrow waist and toned limbs. Really where was the harm in a little online flirtation when the guy was probably on the other side of the world. He needed this, he needed to feel again.

“Goodboy Jamie. Such a beautiful boy. So smart and perfectly turned out too. You’re finding it so easy to follow my words aren’t you Jamie? Such a goodboy. What are you packing in those tight jeans of yours I wonder?”

Jamie fondled his semi-hard cock through the dark denim. He wondered if he should send a dick pic. It had been a question right, not a command? He was confused but the thrill of the game gave him courage. He snapped a picture of his semi-hard six inch rod and sent it with a message, “My cock belongs to hypnomaster8739.”

He waited for a reply. Ten, twenty, thirty minutes. Frustrated he tapped out another message, “Jamie wants to be a goodboy for hypnomaster8739.” and then another, “Goodboy Jamie wants to follow sir’s words. Goodboy Jamie wants to obey. Goodboy needs to obey.”

Had he pushed too hard? Jamie chided himself, the sub didn’t make the running. He turned back to his usual photos and stories of bondage. He lingered over a tale of a bank manager turned into a rubber drone. A search for gay hypno slave turned up a slew of new images and kinky scenarios. He wondered what his own picture would look like with spiral eyes. He jerked off at the idea of being hypnotised into being a musclebound himbro.

Two hours later and he was ready to retire. The role play had been cool even if it had left him feeling a bit dirty and used. It had been stupid to send the pics and share even the little information he did with an unknown blogger. Still he’d gotten off and had found a whole new set of blogs to follow. It was then that a new message from hypnomaster8739 popped up.

“Still up boy?” Jamie had already decided he didn’t like the questions. Should he answer? Luckily before he could think about it further another message followed. “Goodboy Jamie. I want you to grab that delicious dick of yours and I want you to pump it.”

This was an unexpected but far from unwelcome turn and Jamie eagerly followed the words.

“Harder boy, harder. I want you to keep going till you cum. Message me when you are done with a picture of your smart clothes covered in your beautiful cum.”

These were easy orders for the horny stud and soon enough he was hitting send, with a caption, “Jamie is a goodboy. Jamie cums on command for hypnomaster8739.” The response this time was swift.

“Nice, very nice. Goodboy. But you must be tired. What time is it there? Goodboys need their beauty sleep.” Jamie looked at the clock. It was past 1am but despite his exertions he couldn’t sleep. He was too excited, too drawn into the fantasy. “You like to follow my words, don’t you boy? You want to follow my words. You want to be a goodboy for Master? Goodboys follow and obey Master’s words. Jamie wants to be a goodboy. Goodboys need to follow and obey. But following makes you tired. Sleepyboy Jamie. Yes I think Jamie could be one of Master’s goodboys. You’d like that wouldn’t you sleepyboy? Following Master’s words feels so good. It feels so good to be a sleepyboy. Feeling so relaxed, simply following along. Taking in every word like a goodboy should. Goodboy. Sleepyboy. Following. Obeying. My goodboy. My good sleepyboy.”

Jamie absorbed every word. Each letter a tingling sensation that tickled his deepest fantasies. For the first time in a long time he felt alive. He wanted nothing more than for it to be real. He was desperate to be one of hypnomaster8739’s goodboys. Dully he wondered how many goodboys he had already. He realised he really was tired. He yawned. “Good sleepyboy” he said, the monotone sound of his own voice surprising him. He giggled to himself. He imagined himself becoming more tired and sleepy as he slipped deeper under hypnomaster8739’s hypnotic control. “Good sleepyboy” he repeated. His head bobbed. Sleepyboy. He jolted upright.

Another message, “goodboy sleepyboy. It’s time for goodboy Jamie to go to bed. Good sleepyboy. Sleepytime for goodboy Jamie. Goodnight sleepyboy. Sweet dreams.”

Jamie tapped out a quick response, “sleepytime for goodboy Jamie. Good night Master.” He didn’t know why but it just felt right. Then he shut down the laptop and hastened to brush his teeth and jump into bed. He fell asleep the instant his head hit the pillow.

A few hours later Jamie was roused by the alarm on his iPhone. Despite the lack of sleep, he was full of energy and was soon out for his daily run. His day passed like so many others and yet today the relentless monotony wasn’t there. He felt renewed. He thought back on his role play session with hypnomaster8793. Had he been hypnotised? No he was sure he hadn’t but being a goodboy had felt so right. And just maybe there had been a moment, a teasing hint of trance. Hypnotised or not it had been exciting, dangerous even. Throughout the day he kept an eye out for a message from his hypnomaster8793. He wondered if they’d continue their sexy chat. He got hard with the anticipation.

Once he’d had his dinner and there still wasn’t anything from hypnomaster 8739 he plucked up the courage and sent a photo of himself kneeling with the message, “goodboy Jamie wishes to submit.” Then with a shrug he said to himself, “and now goodboy Jamie will sit and wait for Master.” He realised that it was probably still early in the States. Somehow he imagined hypnomaster8739 must be an American. A powerful, older alpha male. A daddy bear who would show him his place. He could almost smell the heavy black leather and cigar smoke.

To fill the time while he hoped and waited for a response, he flicked through a host of manips of beautiful boys with spirals for eyes. Some were bound, forced to watch multi-coloured spirals on giant screens while an evil scientist smirked in the background. Pop stars, footballers, teens, bears, no one escaped the swinging watches and spinning spirals. Mind and body bound. Jamie scrolled through reading the stories of kidnappings, brainwashing and slavery. “I want to obey. I need to obey. Obedience is pleasure and pleasure is obedience. Just follow my words. Follow and obey.” Soon enough he was aroused and stroking his swelling package as he pictured himself in the manips, bound and kneeling before his imagined master with his blue eyes replaced with black and white spirals.

An hour passed and at last a message appeared from hypnomaster 8739,”goodboy Jamie. Such a goodboy. You want to submit. Say it out loud boy, ‘goodboy Jamie wants to submit’. Say it three times then message me to say ‘I submit’”.

“Goodboy Jamie wants to submit. Goodboy Jamie wants to submit. Goodboy Jamie wants to submit.” And it was true. He knew it with every fibre of his being. There was no thought behind the fingers as they typed, “I submit.”

The messages came fast now, one after another. “You want to submit. You need to submit. Goodboy. Sleepyboy. It feels so good to follow my words. Goodboys follow. Follow and obey. Such a goodboy. Such a good sleepyboy. Following my words. Following and obeying. So sleepy. So obedient. Submitting more and more with every word you read. Goodboy. Sleepyboy. So sleepy. Going deeper. Good sleepyboy. Deeper and deeper. So sleepy. So obedient. Goodboy Jamie.”

“My goodboy. It feels so good to follow my words. You feel so safe, so aroused. It’s so easy to just follow. Follow and obey. Now I need you to do something for me Jamie. I need to be able to see you. I need to see my beautiful sleepyboy. You want to be my goodboy don’t you Jamie? I need to see you to better understand how you react to my words. Only with the camera on can I know for certain you have fully submitted.You have Skype. You will contact me now. My username is hypnomaster8739.”

It was so fucking hot. Jamie could feel the gentle but insistent tug of trance. Could this be real after all? He had to know. The words had lulled his senses, he did feel safe. He searched and found the account and called it. He almost fainted when the video came up but all he saw was himself.

Another message popped up in the app. “Nice, very nice. Such a goodboy, such a beautiful, perfect boy. You have done so well Jamie. Goodboy Jamie. See how my words make you smile. It feels so good to follow my words. To follow and obey.” Jamie watched a dopey grin spread across his face. “Such a perfect, beautiful boy.” He’d never felt this good before.

“Now Jamie you must follow my words. Following, obeying and absorbing each and every word. Watch yourself. See what a goodboy looks like as he sinks down into perfect obedience.”

“From now on every time I say the word goodboy you will feel a jolt of pleasure. Every time I say goodboy Jamie, you will feel this electricity. Feel it, see it. Watch your body twitch with pleasure. The pleasure of obedience. Goodboy.”

“And everytime I say sleepyboy you will feel a pleasant haziness and know that all you need to do is relax. Hazy, lazy, relaxed and following my words. You are feeling more relaxed with every word now. Goodboy. Feeling that electricity, the pleasure of obedience.”

“Sleepyboy. Falling deeper into relaxation, hazy, lazy and relaxed. Sleepy and obedient. Such a goodboy, such a sleepyboy. Aroused, obedient, feeling wave upon wave of pleasure building with every word. Feeling so deeply relaxed. So sleepy, so relaxed. Hazy, lazy. Submitting more and more. Following, obeying, submitting to Master. Goodboy Jamie, see yourself on the screen. Sinking, submitting. It feels so good. Such a goodboy.”

The words flowed one into another. Jamie felt every spark of pleasure, his body tingling under a relentless assault. He followed each word, hazy, lazy, accepting, powerless to resist. He let the words carry him off into a deep state of relaxation. He hadn’t noticed the night before where the role play had ended and the trance began. The border between the two had become a blurred space of deepening shadows and treacherous pitfalls. It was into one such trap that Jamie now cast himself. Sinking down, down, deeper and deeper into a state of hypnotic subjugation. He lost all track of time. His conscious mind slowed, while his unconscious opened up, absorbing everything he read. Hazy, lazy, no doubts, no fears, no thoughts at all. He watched himself mindlessly obeying every command, his body slumped on the sofa. His lips parted slightly, murmuring as he repeated the triggers and deepeners. A dribble of drool formed in the corner of his mouth.

Letters were replaced with numbers that he had to read out. It was a countdown, “100, 99, 98, 97, 96…” each number was a stone step on a spiral staircase that descended deeper and deeper taking him down into a Master’s hypnotic control. He could see the marble flight stretching away into the darkness. Down he went, counting, “…67,66, 65, 65…”.

“Goodboy Jamie, keep counting.” Hypnomaster 8739 had stopped typing the digits somewhere in the 80s but captivated by trance Jamie continued counting his steps anyway.

“41,40, 39, 38…”

“Such a goodboy, such a sleepyboy.”

“22, 21, 20, 19… 10, 9, 8…. 3, 2 and 1.” Jamie paused there, suspended in trance. No words, no thoughts, his eyes open as he waited for his next instruction.

“Goodboy, sleepyboy. You are now deeply hypnotised. You love this feeling. So relaxed, so deep and so very, very obedient. My goodboy. Yes I accept you as one of my goodboys. Feel the pleasure, feel the power. Feels so good. Feels so good to obey. Good sleepyboy. You will send me a picture of yourself. You love to kneel for Master, that’s plain. Before you take the picture you will strip and you will find a pen and write ‘GOODBOY’ on your chest. You will kneel and you will take a picture and send it to me now”

Mechanically Jamie set aside the laptop and went to his desk. He shrugged off his t-shirt and in one motion pulled down his jeans and white Calvins. His Argyll socks followed fast behind. Clothes cast aside, he picked up a marker pen from his desk and wrote on himself as commanded.

Picture sent he remained knelt on the carpet dumbly staring at himself on the screen until the next message popped up. “Goodboy Jamie. Slaveboy Jamie. It feels so good to submit. To obey. Following my words brings you enormous pleasure. Feel the pleasure, the lightning spreading through your being. From the tips of your toes to the top of your head. Feel the crackling, roaring power of obedience taking over. Feel it in your arms and legs. Your shoulders, your chest, your waist, your fingers.”

“Now gather that energy in your hands. Bring it to your cock and stroke. Feel the heat, pulsing, filling you. Goodboy. Such a good obedient boy. Yes Jamie, you are my goodboy. Feel my power. Submit, obey. Stroke, rub. Feel my control taking you over. Harder, harder. Keep going until you cum and when you cum, tell Master ‘goodboy Jamie thanks Master for allowing me to cum.’ And when you cum know that the pleasure you feel is the pleasure of obeying. Only through obedience can you find release. You cum at your Master’s pleasure.”

“Goodboy Jamie thanks Master for allowing me to cum,” the thrill was real, the explosion of pleasure overpowering, unlike anything he’d ever dared to imagine. He knew it was true, only through obedience could he find release. He didn’t just want to be a goodboy, he needed to be a goodboy. It was his everything. Goodboy, sleepyboy, slaveboy. The triggers had sunk deep into his subconscious, anchors that held him in thrall to an unknown master.

“You will message me with your email address. I am going to send you a file that you will download and play on loop when you go to sleep tonight. Reading my words brings you enormous pleasure but now you will hear my voice. Master’s voice. You will reach a whole new level of pleasure goodboy Jamie. Hearing my voice will take you further, deeper. Sleepyboy Jamie. You are mine. My slaveboy. My toy. Your body, your mind. They are mine now. Submit to me. Submit to me. You are my goodboy. My good sleepyboy. Goodboy Jamie.”

He typed in his gmail address, his mind clouded by trance.

“You have the file? Answer me slaveboy Jamie.”

“Yes Master, I have the file. Thank you Master” he answered.

“Goodboy. Such a sleepyboy. My slaveboy, my toy. You are tired sleepyboy. So tired. On the count of five you will shut down your computer and go to bed. Tonight while you sleep you will listen to my voice and go deeper still into trance, you will sink further into submission. This is your reality now slaveboy Jamie. Now I will count down from five to one and you will shut down your computer and go to bed. Five, four, goodboy. Three. You are mine. My goodboy. Two. Now it is time to say good night slaveboy Jamie. And one. Sweet dreams sleepyboy.”

Still tightly cocooned in the hypnotic power of his Master’s words, Jamie slipped in his airpods and lay down face up on top of his bed. His breathing slowed and those big blue eyes closed tight. Everything melted away. The track played. Over and over. His Master’s voice. It was all he could have imagined and more. The sweetest honey, the iron fist, the devil’s scourge. Had he been cognisant he might have picked out a hint of a Northern accent and realised his Master might be a good deal closer than he had suspected. Instead he just sank deeper into sleepy oblivion. The voice repeated “Goodboy. Slaveboy. Sleepyboy. My toy, my plaything. The pleasure of obedience. Deeper. Deeper and deeper. Feel the lightning pleasure of obedience. Sink into relaxation. Hazy, lazy. Surrender. Submit. Obey.” Beneath the voice subliminals whispered of empty, mindless, obedience. They fogged and calmed the mind offering the joy of forgetfulness. Jamie crumbled before the relentless assault as it looped around again and again. Thoughts, memories, all he knew and was just a day past was blasted into nothingness. There was only submission. Total devotion. This was his new reality. The life of a goodboy, a sleepyboy, a slaveboy.

But the file carried more than his new god’s mind melting chants and mantras. Interspersed between the deepeners and triggers, Jamie’s new Master offered profound instruction on what was needed of a goodboy. “Goodboys look after themselves. They eat the healthiest foods and they exercise daily. Goodboys perfect their bodies. Goodboys are beautiful, obedient toys that exist only to serve. They are empty vessels for Master’s words. Beautiful and decorative, made sacred as they are filled with Master’s wisdom. Their bodies and minds belong to Master but goodboys must still carry on with their normal lives, they must earn enough to pay the bills and buy themselves the best food and clothes. My goodboys do everything they can to look their best for Master. Goodboys are clean shaven. They remove all hair below the eyebrows. Hair and eyebrows are shaped and perfected.” This last would not present much of a problem for Jamie. His Master had claimed him at least in part for his clean cut, good looks and waxed, milky chest. He’d need to shave his armpits, legs and thick bushy pubic hair but his own vanity would make this transition an easy one.

But of course it was the fact that he lived only a hundred miles away that had secured Jamie a place in Master’s stable of goodboys. This opened new opportunities. He had picked out many a goodboy that had been hooked by the reblog trap, including Jamie’s own favourite blogger. Most he only toyed with them for an hour or two. He tested their resistance, teasing, finding out how receptive and eager they were to submit to his control. If they were pretty and open to his suggestion they might pique his interest. He’d check their blogs, skimming through their posts, their likes and reblogs. Some would attract him purely for their own online reach, he could use them to lay out more traps for unsuspecting souls like Jamie. Jamie’s own feed had intrigued him. It was full of bound boys bent over in submission. There were videos of pretty bleach blonde twinks being used by superior men but there were also hunky jocks struggling while tightly bound with ropes and leather restraints. He’d smiled at a few photos of rugby players in kilts. He really did love a Scottish accent and a man in a skirt. But what excited him most were the number of collared slaves. Jamie clearly wanted a steel collar and a heavy chain leash. He wanted to be a goodboy for a hypnomaster but he needed to be a slaveboy. The desperate urge to submit, the pretty boy looks coupled with the possibilities afforded by geographic proximity made Jamie a real prize. One that his new Master fully intended to make his own.

Jamie was awoken by his alarm. He needed to train. His earbuds were still playing Master’s looped track but he didn’t notice. He just pulled on his UA running tights and compression shirt, tucked his toes into his trainers and headed out. He needed to be perfect. He pushed himself harder than ever before to knock a half second off his personal best. He came home, chugged down his protein shake and, still sweating, took out his airpods, threw off his running gear and trotted into the bathroom.

He stopped to admire himself in the mirror. His pale skin glistened with sweat. He stared at the word written on his chest. Goodboy. He was awake now, well as awake as he would ever be now he had fallen under hypnomaster 8739’s thrall. Gazing at his reflection he felt the power of that word. Goodboy. Tickles of pleasure crackled through his being. He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the wax he used to leave his chest smooth to the touch. Everything below the eyes had to go. He paused to pout at himself like one of the mindless twinks he had seen in his feed. He plucked out a rogue eyebrow hair then all but danced into the shower. He would be perfect.

Another day of zoom meetings and design briefs glided by. He seemed attentive and engaged. He was the normal Jamie Dee as far as his colleagues were concerned. Only when he logged off his work computer and turned to his laptop did the new submissive slaveboy emerge from its professional chrysalis. He opened the app and instantly felt crushed. No new messages. He then checked his gmail. Yes! An email from hypnomaster8739.

“Goodboy Jamie. You are doing so well. You will read this message and the instructions set out below from beginning to end three times. You will read it aloud, listening to every word. You will then follow each and every instruction. Then and only then you will message me to say you have completed your instructions. You will include a picture of yourself naked and kneeling with your slave mark clear for me to see what a goodboy you are. And then you will sit and wait for Master. No matter how long it takes for me to respond”

Jamie read out the words that sent him tumbling back down into a deep trance state. He followed the instructions. He bought recording gear and a bottle of peroxide. He already carefully pomaded his hair just how Master liked it but the mousy colour needed to go. He followed the words to a website he’d never visited before. He didn’t hesitate. He ordered every toy and sex aid on Master’s shopping list. He signed up to the livecam site, creating an account under the username slaveboyjimmydee. Each new link took him deeper into submission, leaving him in deeper jeopardy. He would do everything the words ordered. He would be perfected. With proper training he would be remade as a blonde, himbo cam slut performing kinky sex acts on demand for perverts around the world. All to enrich his Master.

Jamie messaged hypnomaster8739 to confirm he had completed all his instructions and then crouched and waited facing the screen. An hour passed leaving his limbs aching in discomfort. The weight of his submission pressed down on him. He felt his Master’s control. Fear stirred deep within. Did he really want this? Did he even have a choice? But then he heard the alert, someone was calling him on Skype. He could see the username. Hypnomaster8739. He accepted the call without hesitation. Once more he was confronted by the view from his own cam. He should be furious, terrified. He didn’t know anything about hypnomaster8739. Instead he watched himself wait attentively. He was calm. He was submissive and open. His reward was Master’s voice.

“Goodboy Jamie. Goodboy. Sleepyboy. I see you have marked yourself with a pen just as I commanded. Just as I knew you would. There is no alternative. There’s no choice. You read my words and hear my voice and all you can do is follow and obey. From now on you will always wear your mark but you will only allow yourself to be seen with it when I permit it. Such a good slaveboy. You understand now what it means to be a goodboy for a hypnomaster. You love how it feels. You want to obey. You need to obey. You submit. And you sink down, down, deeper and deeper. Goodboy.”

“Put on your headphones and listen. Listen to Master’s words. Follow my voice. Follow and obey as a good slaveboy must. Goodboy. Sleepyboy. Feeling the electricity building. Sinking down into relaxation. Hazy, lazy. Time to put on the collar slaveboy Jamie. Time to become what you’ve always wanted to be. Master’s perfect, mindless slaveboy.”

The voice. There was only the voice. Jamie submitted completely. He had wanted to explore being a goodboy for a hypnomaster but now he had found what he had needed all this time. “I am Master’s perfect, mindless slaveboy.”