#cyclonehypnosis

Hypnotizing any resistance they once had away, watching any mind they once had slowly drooling out of their mouth, until they are nice and empty. Knowing, even when they are out of trance, how easy it will be to empty out their mind with a single word.

Programming them to become hopelessly submissive and obedient at the sound of a bell. When they hear this bell, they find the only thing they can say or think anymore is "yes master". Having them feed me grapes, give me massages, pour me drinks, and knowing they are experiencing pleasure unlike anything they've experience before because they are doing nothing, thinking of nothing but mindlessly obeying my commands.

Having them crave the sensation of worshipping my cock at the snap of my fingers. Watching their eyes roll back as they hear their trigger, as they drop to their knees and beg.

Using them however I please. Dressing them up in a nice dress and boots, and freezing them in place, their mind nice and foggy as they stand in place as nice decoration. Perhaps I would use them as a coat rack, or as a footstand, or just leaving them as eye candy.

Having a sub with you full time after months of conditioning. Having trained them to feel warm in your presence, and now they cling on to you like a lost dog. Having them know your coffee order, how you like to be massaged. Having them trained on a routine so they can let their body run on autopilot, their mind completely empty to drift in mindless bliss as it has for weeks straight now.

Planting you in front of a spiral, and instead of restraining you physically, training your mind to do all of the work for me

Training you to feel a wave of submission any time you even think of trying to resist, and a wave of pleasure every time you give in to your new submissive urges

Training you to feel your legs get heavier and heavier any time you think of moving, feeling yourself stuck staring at the spiral, not because I've tied you down, but because I've brainwashed you into putting yourself in bondage without lifting a finger

Training you to call me master and tell me how you will please and serve me anytime you open your mouth to help yourself resist, your voice programmed to betray itself anytime you try and use it to escape

Watching your face struggle, a face of determination to resist followed by your eyes crossing in pleasure, a face of struggle followed by a little whimper or moan

Finally watching your face completely relax as a smile spreads across your face, knowing you have completely given in, any resistance gone, as a warm, comforting feeling spreads over you, knowing you are finally home, finally where you belong. Having you repeat your new mantra before I do with you as I please