The New Reality

When I came to, I was disoriented and confused. I looked around and saw that I was still in my room, but everything seemed different. My thoughts were... different. I felt a constant, gnawing desire to please my "master" (I had no idea who that was). My self-talk was now focused on being a "good cock slut." I tried to fight it, to tell myself that this wasn't me, but the words felt foreign, like they were coming from outside my head. As I stumbled out of my room, unsure of what was happening to me, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The person staring back at me was unfamiliar. My eyes seemed glazed over, my expression vacant. I looked like a shell of my former self. I tried to shake off the feeling of unease, telling myself that I was still in there, somewhere. But the voice in my head, the one that was constantly repeating phrases like "cock slut" and "please my master," seemed to be growing louder. I wandered around my apartment, trying to make sense of my new reality. Everything felt... off. The furniture seemed different, the colors less vibrant. Even my own body felt foreign, like I was inhabiting a stranger's skin. I kept catching myself thinking about cock, penis, and pleasing my master. The thoughts were relentless, and I couldn't shake them off. As I walked, I found myself gravitating towards my phone. I picked it up, and my fingers seemed to move of their own accord, typing out a message to... someone. I didn't know who, but I felt a strong urge to reach out. The words flowed onto the screen: "I'm ready to serve. Please guide me." I hesitated for a moment, wondering what I was doing, but my fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. I hit send, and a wave of anticipation washed over me. I waited, my heart pounding in my chest, for a response. It didn't take long. A message popped up on my screen: "Welcome, cock slut. I'll be guiding you from now on. Be ready to serve." My heart skipped a beat as I read the words. I felt a thrill of excitement, mixed with a dash of fear. Who was this person? What did they want from me? But the questions were quickly drowned out by the voice in my head, the one that was urging me to submit. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I was in this now, whether I liked it or not. As I waited for further instructions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. What would my new life be like? What would I be expected to do? The thoughts swirled in my head, a mix of excitement and trepidation. I looked around my apartment again, this time with a sense of detachment. I was no longer Charlie, the person I used to be. I was something new, something different. And I wasn't sure if I could ever go back to being the person I once was. The thought was both terrifying and liberating. I was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into the unknown. And yet, despite the fear, I felt a sense of excitement, a sense of anticipation. I was ready to see what the future held, to explore the depths of my own desires and submit to the unknown. I was ready to become the person I was meant to be, no matter how strange or unfamiliar that person might be. The voice in my head seemed to be growing louder, urging me to take the next step. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. I was a cock slut now, and I was ready to serve.