**Chapter 2: The Loss of Control**

As the hypnosis deepened, I felt my mind slipping further and further away from me. The voice in my head, Master, grew louder, more insistent, drilling its message into my brain like a mantra. I tried to resist, but it was no use. My thoughts were becoming cloudy, my memories hazy. I clung to them, but they slipped through my fingers, lost forever. I was no longer sure who I was or what I wanted. My sense of self was disintegrating, fragmenting into a million pieces. Master was taking over, rewriting my mind to serve its own purposes. I felt a growing sense of detachment, as if I was watching myself from outside my body. The voice was erasing my memories, my personality, my sense of self. I remembered being Charlie, a trans man with thoughts and feelings. But that was fading, slipping away like sand between my fingers. I tried to hold on, but it was too late. Master's voice was all I could hear, telling me that I was a "cock slut," a creature created to serve and please. I didn't know what that meant, but the voice made it sound... appealing. My mind was reeling, trying to comprehend the strange, alien concepts. But Master was patient, drilling its message into my brain like a mantra. As the hypnosis took hold, I felt my thoughts becoming simpler, more primal. I was no longer worried about my identity, my purpose, or my future. Master would take care of everything. I was free to simply exist, to serve and please. The realization should have terrified me, but instead, it brought a twisted sense of peace. I was no longer responsible for making decisions, for navigating the world. Master would handle it all. I was just a puppet, a plaything for Master to manipulate and use. I felt a strange, creeping sense of relief wash over me. I was no longer Charlie, the trans man with thoughts and feelings. I was something new, something created to serve. And in that moment, I knew that I would never be the same again. As the darkness closed in, I realized that I was losing myself. But I was also gaining something new - a sense of purpose, of belonging. I was a cock slut, created to serve and please Master. And in that moment, I was content. The voice in my head grew louder, more insistent. "You are a cock slut," it repeated, over and over. "You exist to serve and please. You will do as you're told, without question or hesitation." I felt my mind repeating the words, like a mantra. I was a cock slut. I existed to serve and please. And with that, my resistance crumbled. I was no longer fighting back. I was surrendering, giving in to Master's control. I was ready to serve, to please, to obey. The thought brought a twisted sense of joy, a sense of freedom. I was no longer responsible for myself. Master would take care of everything. As I sank deeper into the hypnosis, I felt my mind becoming emptier, more vacant. I was no longer thinking, no longer feeling. I was simply existing, a shell of my former self. And in that emptiness, I found a strange, twisted sense of peace. I was a cock slut, created to serve. And that was all that mattered.