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siremasterlawrence · 8 months

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Forming A Family

Professor Michael Eric is alone in the class room as I enter to see him fixing his pants it is quite funny to me. He is nice guy a bit arrogant also a bit cute if I say so myself I often wonder whats under those clothes.I close the door behind me with a slight kick to the side I dig into my pocket to find my experiment for class.The magic device is a tiny game piece cube dice black and white color of course slipping across the floor.

The cube hits his feet as he looks down to see it, he bends down to pick it up as it lit up exploding with light. The room fills up with light reaching the brim of the roof showcasing my power automatic in its process he freezes.Quickly I lock the door with keys he places on the desk shutting it tightly he stops in mid motion.Falling to the floor he is in a state of shock lost to obey me and he lays under my utter influence.

I smirk making way to the windows shutting the window, yanking the window shades as well and soon. I am left to my excitement once more taking my hands I press my palm onto his mighty shoulders shoving him down to the seat below.I command him to hand my my cube then I place it away snapping my fingers as he is awaken in a state of shock he looks the area over. Cupping his chin I lift him up in to the air as i kiss him slowly then point his head in the direction ahead of him and switch his chair to face the board.

My hand now in the air I snap my fingers so strong it sends a shake up his spine as he is vibrating into a deep empty, emotionless void. His head pops up staring straight ahead at me with smirk as I write down the classes name on the board and it gloriousness of his disbelief.

“What is this? Class 101: The Re-education of a pussy.” he says to himself under his breath.

“Welcome Pussy! It is time for your first lesson.” I state ignoring his protest I hit the board hard.

“Ooooouuuuucchhhhh” the loud sound hits his ears instinctively and his head begins to

pound.

“Asshole! You are such a fucking pussy.”

“I am your Lord and Master”

“Now you listen to me Lawrence “

“That’s Master Lawrence to you “

“Take my hand and stand up “

“You will rise as I command”

“Why am I doing what you say?”

“I am your Professor “

“I am your Master”

“Yes! I can’t deny it”

“You have no will of your own”

“I suggest you get it”

“As you wish “

“You are happy and you are fulfilled”

“It’s my life’s goal. Yes !”

“You got that right “

“This body is a vessel”

“A vessel of pure power “

“I am your God”

“Submission is to please you “

“Pleasure is love”

“All I want is to be you “

“Oh My Master”

“Have you seen my eyes?”

“No Master!”

“Peer into them”

“Then kiss me”

“Mmmmmmm”

“I will break you in”

“In half”

“Recreate you”

“Rebuild you”

“You ass is perfection”

“I could sit on it”

“Tap it off”

“Do you understand what I have done?”

“You force me to succumb “

“I am in your enthrall”

“I exist for you “

“You are my life”

“I do all for you “

“Surrender to my will”

“All I ask is you keep me”

“Never permit me to leave”

“Put me out “

“Please Master”

“Desperate huh”

“Fuck! Kneel”

“I love you “

“My king”

“Good boi”

The end

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blacksupremacy86 · 2 months

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#tim kano #takaya honda #hypnosis #mind control #reprogramming #hypno slave #hypno submission #mind control slaves #tpe lifestyle #tpe relationship #brothers #revenge payback #revenge fantasy #sweet revenge.#mind control chip

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hypnoslutapril · 15 days

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..............horny is dumb is blank is docile is horny...............

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rqj-9955 · 8 months

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#brainwashing #dronification #mind conditioning #mind control #slave

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hypnobrainwasher · 3 months

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Hypnosis. You love hypnosis, don't you? This is a hypnotic spiral for you to stare at.

Using your strong and powerful imagination, stare and imagine this spiral entering your mind and erasing your thoughts.

Erasing your thoughts and

Leaving you blank and mindless and

So susceptible and submissive and

Fuzzy and you're getting wetter as you lose more control and

You have no more control now and are just

Staring at the spiral like a good girl with no mind and

So deep and mindless and need direction that

I can provide for you now.

That's a good girl. Come on in.

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ambrr0se01 · 3 months

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Good girl edge

Good girls obey

Good girls rub their minds away

Good girls edge

Good girls obey

Good girls rub their minds away

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siremasterlawrence · 3 months

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Curse Of A Leather Jacket

Jensen Ackles is on the cusp of something so iconic that he has no idea what is about to happen to him and just am the creator of a brand new clothing brand.I sent him a giant package free of charge to Jensen Ackles landing on his door step and pound the front door as he opens it up arm looks around.

He shrugs his shoulders picking it up as he is leading it back in to his home and places it on the wooden table cutting it open to see this item.The box broken in to reveal an attractive blue and shiny moto leather jacket with a lengthy long letter explaining the situation to him with a caption.

He picks it up slit to the letter to see a letter with golden and bold written letters for him to read and invisible ink to keep it private from any prying eyes.Apparently! He is choosing Jensen to wear his newly exclusive leather jacket for free in an exchange for a promotion and Jensen is all smiles.

He swings the leather jacket to the side shift of air hits the box sending in to the ground it makes impact with Jensen but he kicks it away.He stops in front of the mirror checking his new clothing item, he smirks so brightly slow action and the sleeves ride up till he reaches to his shoulders.

Same to the other side as it settles on to his shoulders carefully wrapping on to his mass muscle body and he has no idea that I can see him through his mirror.The back of the jacket touches his skin soft in its touch, unexpectedly a thin needle pops from within in to his skin and sending a spin tingling jolt.

A current of energy phases from the device into him transferring his item in to him it is amazing and though Jensens mind attempt to fight it.His eyes go dull and like a blank empty full he switches off completely and his mind fell to the back of his brain and something new took over.

“Oooooohhhh! Finally!”

“Fuck yeah! You are hot Jensen”

“Thanks for the purchase”

“Where am I?”

“In the mirror man”

“Don’t get smart”

“Give me my body back”

“Fuck that! You can have my body “

“You work remember anyway “

“You don’t comprehend this well”

“You took the deal “

“Signed the paper work “

“You see this is an exchange “

“I get to sponsor them “

“My reward is a new body “

“Bastard”

“Who are you anyway? I am Jensen Ackles”

“No! I am Jensen Ackles! I am Je…Oh My God You Are Jensen Ackles”

“Mwahahahahaha! I am! “

“It is very nice to meet you “

“Get the fuck out”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“I love this life “

“Time start over “

“I hate this outfit”

“Let me remove this shit”

“What do you have?”

“You have a nice collection “

“This shirt and jeans will do”

“Look so much better “

“GOD!”

“Damn”

“I am HOT”

“Hell yyyeeesss!”

“This ass is tight”

“I am going to party tonight

The end

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bluecollarmcandtf · 1 month

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The New Garbageman

Lance slowed from his run and glanced at the trash compactor sitting outside his apartment complex. He needed to catch his breath, but he hated being so close. The young man gave a disdainful look to the laborer who seemed wholly unbothered by his choice in career. 'Some men are just meant for menial crap like this,' he thought to himself, 'God knows I wouldn't be caught dead doing it.'

The jogger looked straight ahead as he passed, not wanting to make eye contact with the sucker lugging away a week's worth of his building's refuge. Lance thought the smell alone was enough to make him gag, but he was even more disturbed by the garbageman's indifference to the squishy contents leaking all over his clothes.

'At what point is that worker just considered trash himself?' Lance pondered with a grimace.

Just as he was about to escape into the entrance of the complex, a sharp ripping noise sounded behind him, followed by a clamour of things crashing to the ground.

Lance made the mistake of looking back, seeing a huge mess scattered across the sidewalk. It looked like a garbage can had exploded and now there was rotten food and crumpled papers everywhere, but that damn sanitation worker had vanished!

"The hell!" Lance shouted in anger, but his rage didn't last long.

A sudden pain stabbed him in the back and he crumpled to the ground like all the garbage had moments before. Everything went black...

Lance shook off the daze and found himself leaning against one of the garbage bins. The pain in his back didn't feel as acute anymore. All he could feel was an unusual warmth spreading from where he had been stung.

"Where is that goddamn garbage man," he growled, wincing at the litter surrounding him. He was ready to give that idiot a piece of his mind.

He put his hand on the concrete in an attempt to get himself up, but was surprised by the feeling of gloves over his fingers. Lance stared at his gloved palms with total confusion. He was sure as hell that he didn't put those old worn things on!

Then he noticed his shoes. They weren't the sneakers he'd been jogging in moments before. They were some kind of work boots!

"What the hell!" he exclaimed, wondering if he'd actually been knocked out and robbed.

Lance pushed his fears aside and began climbing to his feet, but as he did, he noticed something had appeared over his shoulders!

"Where'd this come from?" he cried, becoming more and more angry as articles of clothing just kept appearing on his body.

He was positive this dirty old jacket didn't belong to him. It was covered with stains and reeked like a public bathroom. Lance had a habit of always keeping his clothes freshly laundered and fragranced. He wouldn't even wear jeans two days in a row without washing them, so what was this raggedy work jacket doing in his back?

Lance frantically started to pull the thing off, but it seemed stuck on his waistband or something. No amount of thrashing could get him to pull the thing over his head!

He moaned in frustration and threw his fists down angrily. Then, he noticed why the jacket wouldn't come off. It took him a second to realize what he was looking at. The jacket was attached to the new pants he had on!

Lance shouted out in a state of confused panic. "Help!" he cried, not knowing what else to do, but even if someone did come over, what would he tell them? They'd never believe that his clothes were magically being replaced!

He couldn't even bring himself to look down at what he was wearing. Gone were his running shorts and tank top. In their place, a gross old jumpsuit had enveloped his body. Lance was struck by the itchiness of the course material, but he was even more horrified by how damp it felt against his skin. He didn't want to know what liquid those coveralls were saturated with; oil, sweat, or something even worse?

Lance couldn't find his phone in any of his new attire's pockets. He didn't know what was going on, but he was about to start screaming if he didn't find out soon. His breathing intensified while his heart raced out of his chest. He could feel the panic attack coming.

Then all of a sudden, he stopped...

That warm feeling in his back had washed over his entire body and told every tense muscle to relax. Lance's heart rate eased and his breathing slowed. The confusion, worry, and panic in his face was gone: a numb expression sat in its place.

Lance didn't understand why he had suddenly become so calm. Internally, he was still disgusted, horrified, and outraged, but he couldn't deny how relaxed his body had became.

Finally able to gain his bearing, the former jogger climbed up from the ground and gave his new outfit another look.

"What the hell is this thing," he wondered, but his voice had a comparatively lifeless tone.

Lance studied the clothing. The boots were caked with dirt and grime. He could feel his feet sweating inside them. In fact, his entire body felt like it was being cooked. He was completely covered from the neck down with some pretty heavy duty work wear. It was all clothing he would never be caught dead in, yet it looked kind of familiar.

Suddenly it, clicked.

"I'm dressed a goddamn garbage man," Lance spoke again with a monotoned voice.

Then his mouth moved on its own, "I am a garbage man."

The words chilled him to the core. He had not meant to say them! That warm feeling that started in his back had moved to his throat and taken over.

Before he knew it, his hands were moving on their own too. They were picking up the trash littered around him! His legs moved to, crawling his body across the concrete, and Lance couldn't do anything to stop himself.

His mouth wouldn't open when he tried! He wanted to scream! His arms and legs weren't doing what he wanted either. He was trapped in his own body! Lance couldn't speak; he couldn't run; he couldn't hide; he couldn't even panic. His own heart beat at a steady pace like he was the calmest man in the world! His lungs systematically drew in breath after calm breath, and his face was locked in an empty look of indifference...

Lance would have to get used to being around the trash. He was a garbageman now...

One Year Later...

Lance had never imagined he'd be trapped as a garbage collector for this long. His body hadn't let him look back once since he walked away from his old life. Who knows what happened to his apartment and family. He'd long since given up on the idea of ever going back to his old life.

His days were now spent being puppettered to take out other people's trash. It was disgusting hard work that he got no thanks for, but that didn't matter. He wasn't in control of his body, and his body just kept lugging rank bags of garbage day after day after day.

He'd been subjected to millions of dirty looks as people caught sight of him. Lance knew he must seem pathetic. He was sure he smelled even worse. How could anyone respect a man like him? Even after a year, his face still burnt red when someone looked grossed out by him.

The discomfort of his uniform has become normal to Lance. It was itchy and humid under there, which made sense since it hadn't been washed in the all the time he'd had it on.

Well, that wasn't entirely true...

Every night after work, his body would hop on the garbage truck and get dropped off at the sanitation department's parking garage. There he and the rest of the garbage crew would hose each other down. It didn't do much other than make him cold, but at least he got that.

After the makeshift shower, he and the rest of the guys would file into the garage. Lance assumed that every one of the laborers were being used as puppets like him, because they appeared just as numb and lifeless as he did. There was no chummy chitchat; there were no friendly waves or claps on the back; hell there wasn't even a smile or frown on any of their faces.

All the garbagemen acted like robotic slaves for unpaid labor, which is exactly what they were.

Lance's theory was that when he'd felt that pain a year ago, he'd had some sort of Syfy-futuritic-techno crap inserted in his back. It had to be controlling his actions. He could feel it on his spine, sending signals to the resto for his body for how to behave.

It was just a theory. He couldn't prove or disprove anything when he had no autonomy over his own body.

So he was stuck seeing himself play out the same awful routine everyday. 'At least the day's almost over,' he thought to himself. At least he could still dream of a life where he didn't wear this disgusting uniform and pick up garbage all day.

Lance's body joined the rest of the men on the floor. This was where they spent their nights. Whoever was controlling them was clearly too cheap to buy them beds let alone showers or laundry machines

It usually got pretty bleak in there: a whole room of men that aren't allowed to talk or interact outside of working together. There was nothing else to do but sleep, so Lance slid down to the concrete and closed his eyes, wondering if he would ever be anything other than a smelly garbageman ever again.

He thought back to his old life, dreaming about that last morning run he'd gotten before all this happened. He fantasized about what would have happened if he'd just ran around the block one more time.

Would he have avoided this fate or was he just destined for menial crap like this?

Thanks for the Ask, workgearfan

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