Got offered to test out this toy. Currently charging and will definitely provide an update later.

Sometimes all it takes is a firm hand to guide you. To change you into what you're meant to be. That's all it took for you to finally be what you were meant to be. Master dressed you in leather. He washed your mind of anything except obedience. Now you kneel, your Master needs to be serviced.

Your roommate had been putting something in the coffee, something to make you a little more open to suggestion. Work out more. Walk around the flat naked. Get on your knees for your roommate. You were glad to obey all of these suggestions. Now a muscled toy for your new Master.

The himbo virus kept spreading. All it took was a single simple touch and you'd be infected by the himbo sweat. When you met up with your best friend, you didn't know he'd been infected. But as soon as he bounced his new pecs against yours, you were too. Good sweaty himbos.

All it took was a simple spiral for him to lose his mind and start stroking his cock. The spirals kept melting away his mind and he was completely enthralled. The closer he got to orgasm, the closer his IQ got to zero. In the end, only a mindless gooner remained.

I've decided I either want to be hypnotised into becoming a chav lad or a himbo boy. Anyone who knows something or someone who can help me with either, please let me know.

As the host started his monologue, his eyes began to swirl & the audience at home found their eyes were too. Earlier that day a man had stopped the host on the street & taken over his mind. He was no longer interested in a fun show, all he wanted to do was hypnotise the masses. 1/2

You want to obey. You don't want to think anymore. You need to obey. You don't need to think anymore. You have to obey. You don't have to think anymore. Just watch the spirals, button your shirt, and listen to the Master. Show others the spirals. They need to obey. Good boy.

The cap kept your thoughts quiet. So you keep the cap on. The tie kept your body leashed. So you keep the tie on. Your master knows what's best for you. So you kept listening to your master. Your master wants thanks for keeping you obedient. So you kept getting on your knees.

He didn't know why he put on the shirt, it was like it had called out to him. As each button was fastened, he felt more of himself slip away. He was just a body to wear the shirt. As the final button was fastened, his mind turned off. He was an obedient vessel. Obey the shirt.

He wasn't too sure about this modelling gig, but the cash was worth it. He put on the shorts and struck a pose. *FLASH* He felt lightheaded. Asked to take a break. *FLASH* He couldn't think straight, the camera was doing something to his mind. *OBEY* His mind emptied. He was his master's toy.

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Could you do my koala as a drone?

He was waiting for you at the top of the stairs, foot right in front of your face as you stopped. "Go on bruv, you know you wanna sniff em, lick em". Your roommate now the image of a chav, but it didn't shock you. You were too busy pressing your face to his sneakers. Good lad.

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You wouldn't know it now. But these three were hardened criminals before being sent for reeducation. Now they're perfectly well behaved members of society. Making sure their former criminal friends are properly reeducated too. Don't worry, they'll also teach you soon enough.

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A little artwork I commissioned from @pingedboysx.bsky.social ---- Nick and Charlie having a bit more fun they expected from agreeing to be hypnotised. And of course, the ties stayed on. 👔

You were doing the washing when you picked up your roommates sweaty wrestler singlet. As you did, you got what you thought was a static shock, but it was not. Your next thought was about putting the singlet on. You did & you were transformed into a wrestler. Ready to obey him.

You could have sworn your friend was wearing a different outfit - a tracksuit - before he sat down on the couch he found on the curb. "Hey, come take a seat" He slurred seductively. You hesitated, but when you got close enough he pulled you down. Your clothes transformed. (1/2)

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Even though he'd never laid eyes on those brain rotting videos his jock roommate watched all the time, it seems hearing them was enough to start rotting his own mind. Soon enough, he was helping his roommate film videos, once he'd swapped the class for the gym. He did his own.

A knock on a door and a flash in his face as he answered were the last things Max here remembers. All that came afterwards were orders from his master and a compulsion to obey him. Whether it be to cook for him, clean for him, or suck his cock. If master orders, he obeys.

The hypno-glasses were fake, or so you thought before putting them on. The spirals on the lenses destroyed and reworked your mind. No free will. No thoughts or worries. No identity. Just obedience to your new Master. And more glasses for your friends, the perfect gifts.

"Kneel". "Yes Sir". You used to think hypnosis was fake. That there was no way that someone could have complete control over your mind. But now you know that it's real. You know because Master has told you so. And whatever Master says must be true. He knows best after all.

Lex was desperate to defeat the man of steel, but none of his attempts to beat him worked. But then he realised he didn't need to beat him, not if he could control him. Superman fell quickly. His mind was weak, ready to be rebuilt by Luthor. But first, it was time for pleasure.

@spacepupsilver.com I saw this and my first thought was you. Lol.