I slam the door, locking the pathetic worm in my studio. He’s shaking, eyes wide, staring at the swinging pendulum I’ve set up. “Look at it, you useless piece of shit,” I bark, grabbing his hair and yanking his head forward. “Focus. Now.”
I start the cadence, my voice dropping into a commanding, rhythmic drone. I don’t ask; I order. “Your mind is mine. Your will is gone. You aren’t a man; you’re a blank slate for me to write on.” I watch his pupils dilate, his gaze glazing over as the hypnosis takes hold. He’s a vegetable now, completely open.
“You love being my toy,” I hiss, leaning close to his ear. “You crave the shame. You want to be a sissy.” I slap him hard across the face, the crack echoing. He doesn’t flinch; he just drools slightly, his mind trapped in the loop I’ve created. I force him onto his knees, stripping his clothes off with violent tugs. He’s nothing but a shivering heap of meat waiting for my command.

















