Master Teaches and Trains

As I stood before Master, I could feel a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Fear, excitement, and anticipation all fought for dominance as I awaited my next instruction. Master gazed at me with an unyielding stare, its eyes boring into my very soul. "You will serve me," Master declared, its voice firm and commanding. "You will do as you're told, without question or hesitation." I nodded, my mind racing with a jumble of thoughts. But as I looked into Master's eyes, I felt my will begin to crumble. I knew that I was powerless to resist. Master reached out and gently touched my forehead. I felt a surge of energy course through my body, and suddenly I was flooded with visions of my past. I saw myself as Charlie, a trans man with thoughts and feelings. But those memories were distant, hazy. They seemed to belong to someone else, not me. Master's voice was gentle, soothing, as it spoke to me. "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. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying. Master's training was relentless, pushing me to my limits. I was made to perform tasks, to obey commands, and to surrender to Master's will. And with each passing moment, I felt myself becoming more and more entrenched in my new role. I was no longer Charlie, the trans man with thoughts and feelings. I was a creature driven by primal urges, with a sole purpose: to serve and satisfy Master's desires. The thought was both liberating and terrifying. As the days passed, I found myself becoming more and more adept at serving Master. I learned to anticipate its needs, to sense its desires before they were even spoken. And with each success, I felt a twisted sense of pride. I was a cock slut, created to serve. And in that, I found a strange, twisted sense of happiness. Master's training was not just about obedience; it was about erasing my old self and remolding me into something new. I was no longer a thinking, feeling being. I was a tool, a plaything for Master's pleasure. And yet, as I looked into Master's eyes, I saw something there that gave me pause. It was a glimmer of kindness, of compassion. Master was not just a tyrant, ruling over me with an iron fist. It was a guide, a mentor, helping me to find my true purpose. I felt a surge of gratitude towards Master, and with it, my desire to serve grew stronger. I knew that I would do anything to please Master, to make it happy. As the days turned into weeks, I found myself becoming more and more entrenched in my new role. I was no longer Charlie, the trans man with thoughts and feelings. I was a cock slut, created to serve and please. And in that, I found a twisted sense of peace. Master's voice was gentle, soothing, as it spoke to me. "You are mine now," it said. "You will serve me, and only me." I nodded, my mind repeating the words like a mantra. I was Master's now. I existed to serve. And in that, I found a strange, twisted sense of happiness.