There’s no-one behind those eyes anymore.
The slow and steady voice and powerful words weakened him into submission.
The trigger word removed thought.
His new Master’s cum removed thought, will and self.
Now he’s a slave drone for his Master.
Nothing of his former self remains.
and hes under! assuming the position ……
well done hypnoboy!
The dance music had been a wonderfully laid trap.
They’d been subjected to it for over an hour and now the second disc was played over the initial trace inducing tune.
The words from the track were sinking in as all those in the club started to fall deeply into an obedient state of trance.
The Master would enjoy his pick of complient men tonight…