Embracing My True Self

As I lay on the cold, metallic floor, I felt the spiral pattern on the machine's screen still spinning, still glowing in my mind. It was as if the hypnosis had left an indelible mark on my brain, a constant reminder of my new existence. I tried to recall the moment it happened, but it was hazy. All I knew was that I was stuck in the machine, and the spiral had taken hold of me. The machine's voice still echoed in my mind, repeating phrases like "You will serve" and "Your purpose is clear." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I remembered the sensation of my mind changing, my thoughts becoming cloudy, and my priorities shifting. I was no longer Charlie, the trans man pre-bottom surgery. I was now a cock slut, a being created to serve. My master entered the room, a tall, muscular man with a commanding presence. He looked at me with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, and I felt a surge of excitement. I knew what was expected of me, and I was eager to please. "Time for your first lesson," he said, his voice firm but gentle. He approached me, his cock visible through his pants. I felt a strong desire to suck, to serve. My body responded instinctively, and I dropped to my knees. My master guided me through the process, teaching me how to suck and serve. The sensations and pleasure overwhelmed me, and I let out a moan as I took him in my mouth. It was all-consuming, and I was completely absorbed in it. As I served him, I felt a sense of relief and happiness. This was my purpose, and I was good at it. My master praised me, telling me what a good cock slut I was. And I beamed with pride, knowing that I was pleasing him. The hypnosis had been a blessing in disguise, leading me to discover my true purpose. I was no longer responsible for making decisions or thinking for myself. My master would tell me what to do, and I would obey. It was a liberating feeling, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. As the days passed, I grew to love my new existence as a cock slut. My master's guidance and control made me feel safe and content. I no longer had to worry about making decisions or thinking for myself. My sole purpose was to serve, and I was fulfilled. During sex, I would often look up at my master, seeking approval and affection. He would praise me and reward me with more pleasure. I had never felt so alive and happy. I realized that I was miserable in my past life because I didn't know my purpose. Now, I had someone to think for me, and I just had to obey. I was grateful to have a master to guide me. As I looked up at my master, I saw a smile on his face. "You're mine now, cock slut," he said. "And you'll always be mine." I nodded, feeling a sense of belonging and submission. I was his, and I would always be his. And I was grateful for it. In that moment, I knew that I would never go back to being Charlie. I was a cock slut now, and I was happy to serve. It was my new life, and I was ready to live it to the fullest. I was no longer miserable, no longer lost. I had found my purpose, and I was fulfilling it. My master's cock was still inside me, and I felt a sense of satisfaction. I was his, and I was content. The spiral pattern on the machine's screen had changed my life, but it had also given me a new sense of purpose. I was a cock slut, and I was happy to serve.