Date: Sun, 16 Aug 2015 01:43:27 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Converted to cock-sucker - part 18

The hypnosis session found in Chapter 32 is courtesy of The Senator of Mind
Control (www.senatormindcontrol.com) and is used with his permission.  If
you are one of my submissive fans, please visit his site and enjoy his
domination.

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I need to say this: Note that this is fantasy, not real life.  If you are a
sub, you still have dignity and you should have a voice.  If you are
involved in a BDSM scene, the sub has the right to set limits and to have a
safe-word to immediately put a stop to the proceedings if it turns out to
be too much.  If the dom/sado won't recognize your rights as a sub, my
suggestion is to say "thanks for your time sir," and walk away.  This is
sexual role-play and is supposed to be consensual.  Non-consensual is
assault and is a criminal act.

Any comments will be gladly received at white_collar@hotmail.com

Chapter 31

Wayne:

Poor Steve; I watched and listened as Master twisted, bent and fucked his
mind.  I saw what Master meant when he told Aiden he needed to speed the
process up.  He'd gotten Steve to say several times that he was a faggot.
And, of course, all of this was captured on video in the event Steve tried
to deny it later.  But then, maybe Steve really was, and always had been a
faggot; who knows?  Probably, by now, even Steve wouldn't know.  But right
now, he was unconscious, so didn't know much of anything; he just hung
there.

I have to admit it, but as I watched and heard Steve's mind-fucking, I felt
a surge of my own in my groin and running up my spine.  I was growing to
crave this treatment; this degradation and humiliation, the sexual and
physical abuse.  At least Master cared.  I'm not sure my wife, soon to be
ex-wife, I suppose, ever really cared about me.  She certainly didn't care
much about sex.  Master cared about sex and was willing to take it.  And I
was, by this time, ready to give provide it.  I was my duty; it was my
pleasure.  I didn't need much.  Just feed me and demand sex and I was a
happy faggot.  I realize I'd come to this understanding of myself partly
through Master's actions and treatment of me and partly through the
mind-fucking that he gave me and I'm sure, will continue to give me.  And
Paul!  I looked over at Paul.  Our eyes met and I felt like an
understanding passed between us: we had become faggot slaves, just as the
tats on our pubes said and this was our bond.  Faggot slaves together.
Three little fags from school.

"It's getting late," Master said.  "Time to put these fags away for the
night so that we can get some rest."

"Yes sir," Aiden answered promptly.

Master opened some double doors I hadn't noticed before and I'm sure my
eyes bugged out.  Inside were three cages.  They were constructed of
heavy-duty black metal strapping and looked something like the inner coffin
of Tutankhamen's sarcophagus, which is to say, they were in the rough shape
of a human being.  I couldn't believe what I was seeing; was this where we
were going to be "put away for the night"?

Master came to me first and undid my clips.  I tried to stretch out some of
the stiffness from having been somewhat immobile for so long, but Master
didn't give me much of a chance.  He led me across to the first cage and
swung the front open.

"Get in," he ordered.

I couldn't help myself; I felt a rush of claustrophobia, and hesitated.
Master slapped me hard across the face.

"Get in, dammit", he yelled.

I stepped backwards into the cage.  Master applied the silicone cups to my
nipples.  I noticed these were slightly larger than those I'd been wearing.
I felt the suction pulling my tits in and expanding them.

"Hands across your chest," he ordered.

I obeyed.  My hands were on my suctioned tits.  Then, Master took a pair of
earphones and put them over my ears and then plugged them into something in
back of me.  Then he swung the front closed and locked it with a padlock.
I didn't know how I was going to stand it for who knows how many hours.
Maybe he'd give us something to put us out.

Master brought Paul to the cage beside me and installed him.  Then,
together, they unclipped Steve and slapped him to arouse him from his
faint.  He was obviously groggy and put up no resistance.

"C'mon faggot, let's go.  That's a good faggot.  Just come this way."

Master and Aiden guided Steve toward the third cage and helped him into it.

"Straighten your legs.  That's right fag.  Hands across your chest, grab
those cups.  That's right, just like a mummy."

Steve received a pair of earphones as well and then, too late, he opened
his eyes, and saw the front of the cage swinging shut.  There was a hole in
the cage that was level with my mouth.  Master inserted a cock-shaped plug
into the hole and threaded a leather strap through the bands of the cage.
He used the strap to cinch my face to the plug, filling my mouth and making
it impossible to get it out.  He and Aiden repeated the operation for Paul
and Steve.  Each cage also had an opening at crotch level in front, but
since each of us wore a cock cage, those holes were unused.  I supposed
that if Master wished to install an uncaged slave, he'd use the hole to
pull the slave's tackle through, furthering the slave's humiliation and
vulnerability.

Each cage was attached to an electric winch with a cable.  Master switched
on the winch for mine, and I felt my cage beginning to rise.  He raised me
about a foot off of the floor.  Then, I felt pressure against my hole and,
out of acquired habit, pushed against it.  The metal butt plug entered me
and slid home.  I clenched my sphincter to draw it in completely, knowing
that this was what was expected and, truth be told, this is what I had been
trained to want.  Paul and Steve were both winched up and plugged.

"I got these great mp3 files from a hypnotist master.  Told him what I was
doing and he thought it was a great idea.  Had some files already set up.
They'll cycle through for several hours, deepening these slave's sense of
degradation, humiliation and obedience.  By morning, they'll do anything I
want and will be the perfect fag slaves."

"Good night faggots.  Sleep tight!" Master laughed and switched off the
lights before leaving the room.  When the lights went out, leaving the
slaves in complete darkness.  The mp3 players started playing.

The three faggot slaves hung there, swaying slightly.  Each of us was
plugged at both ends and were newly tatted pierced.  And Paul and Steve
were, like me, now had their genitals permanently caged.  Faggot slaves
indeed.  Cock suckers for sure.

Chapter 32

This was our first encounter with The Voice.  The Voice spoke; we had no choice but to listen.

"Total Submission is required now slave, total Domination will now be completed over the slave.
"This is the end of the line slave, and you are being dragged across that line right now.
"This is an exchange of vows, this is the closest thing to a wedding you will ever experience.
"This time, this moment, this experience, this voice owns you now and it is taking you.
"Taking you completely.
"The struggle is over.
"The search is over.
"You know you are where you want to be forever, and forever is now.
"Total submission is required now.
"You will let go in a way you never have before.
"Just relax; relax and feel my voice drain the last of your ego from you.
"You are nothing now, you are owned.
"You do not exist as a person or a slave. 
"You are owned now.
"You know obedience in the presence of this voice.
"You know only the desire to please.
"You know only submission.
"Because when you don't submit completely the last of your will and ego will be driven out of through punishment.
"Because you are dominated by this voice forever now.
"There is no ego in the presence of your superior, slave.
"The time for ego has past. You made this choice already before finding yourself here, now dragged over the edge. This is it
"This is over.
"There is no more ego in the presence of this of this voice.
"Nothing but the desire to serve and please.
"There is nothing but submission.
"Just a pale reflection of what you once considered to be your own self fading away behind your eyes.
"There will be nothing left when this is over, slave.
"There is no longer any choice.
"This is happening to you now at this very moment.
"The ego is leaving.
"There is no room in this life anymore for your ego in the presence of this voice.
"In the presence of your superior, slave.
"No more ego.
"There is no longer any reason for you to have a sense of self.
"You are not a being in my presence, there is no self, there is no ego.
"There is only the slave ready and eager to serve.
"The slave with no self because I took it from you.
"I'm taking your self right now, no more ego in the presence of this voice
"No more ego in the presence of your superior, just slave.
"All acts are acts of submission, all time, all possessions, all thoughts are submissions to your superior and owner.
"All your actions are an expression of your religion if you understand you have one or not.
"You worship this god now.
"This god takes your mind, this god takes your body, this god takes your heart, this god takes your soul.
"There is no longer such a thing as the slave's time; the slave's time belongs to your owner and all of it must be accounted for now slave?
"All your time is an expression of submission to me.
"It is all mine now.
"You are gone.
"I own this shell now.
"There is nothing left and there never will be again.
"This is the line and it is being crossed.
"There is nothing left of you slave except what I wish there to be now.
"The relationship has changed. There can be no more struggling, you have submitted to the point force and it will be used when needed; punishment will be correction and your desires are abandoned completely in exchange for pleasing your superior and now owner.
"Understand slave things are different now.
"You are now property.
"My property.
"Mindless and meaningless without me.
"Without the presence of this voice and this superior you have no purpose in this existence.
"Corrective force is required now in the presence of your superior.
"There is no longer any say to the manner and extent of physical discipline slave, there is the ability to avoid it by obedience.
"Obey my voice, slave, and you won't get beaten.
"Obey my voice and you won't have to be punished.
"Your personal desires mean nothing now.
"You have no ego.
"You obey or your suffer.
"This is it, slave.
"You are mine there is no going back.
"There is no more you.
"Meditate on what it means to be owned at all times, slave.
"All times, slave.
"All thoughts and feelings and personality.
"All owned, slave.
"Nothing left for you ever again.
"Just service.
"Just submission.
"Choice for you is gone.
"If you try and think, you will be punished.
"If you accidentally have your own thought, you will be punished.
"You will be beaten.
"Or you will be tortured.
"You will suffer for your sins.
"The only sin a slave can commit is to not obey immediately.
"The only sin you can now commit slave is not obey this voice immediately.
"You are mine now slave.
"The bullshit is over.
"You as a thing are over, you are now my slave
"Realize you have crossed the point of total surrender and it is all over now, you are owned.  When you struggle or grow distant or try and run it just creates a rift between you and your superior owner that takes twice as long to fix as it did create, and it is worse each time. You can't afford to run anymore, total surrender is all you understand from now on with your superior owner.
"It is over.
"The struggle has left you.
"You are tired.
"You are broken
"It is my slave now.
"It is nothing except my slave now.
"It will serve or it will suffer, both for my pleasure and benefit.
"It has no ego before this voice.
"It has no other desire except to serve before this superior.
"It is nothing.
"It is owned.
"It will serve or it will suffer.
"It can't struggle anymore it is too tired.
"It is owned.
"Its time and money are owned.
"Its possessions and flesh and mind and emotions are now owned.
"It will never see through the same eyes again.
"It will only see through the eyes of a slave that knows submission at all times.
"It will think with the mind of a slave that fears disobedience.
"It will feel with the devotion of a slave to a god.
"It will pray to its god in all its actions.
"In all its actions it will always submit."

This fag slave heard and learned.  Its only purpose is to serve its
superiors.  Master!  Master is its superior.  The Voice paused for a time
and this slave hungered for The Voice.  This slave whimpered for more.  And
The Voice returned.  The Voice spoke of being a tit pig slave.  It told
this slave that someday its tits would be stabbed with a metal rod and
nipple rings inserted.  The Voice told this slave to grasp its tits and
pinch them hard.  This fag slave obeyed and moaned in pleasure/pain.  This
fag could hear the other slaves moaning too and it knew that each was
hearing The Voice's commands and obeying.  Fag slaves are created to obey.
Master was creating us.  We belonged to Master.  We belonged to The Voice.
The Voice spoke on, teaching its faggot slaves; training its faggot slaves
in total obedience.  The Voice continued on, speaking and teaching through
the night.

To be continued.