**Chapter 5: Submission and Bliss**

As I lay on the bed, Master's words echoed in my mind. I was his, and I would do anything to please him. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I smiled, a sense of twisted happiness washing over me. I knew that I had to learn to serve, to become the perfect cock slut. The hypnosis process had been a blur, but I remembered the sensation of being drawn into the spiral's center. The machine's voice had whispered in my ear, "You will serve cock, Charlie. You will be a cock slut." I had tried to fight back, but my resistance had crumbled, and I had succumbed to the hypnosis. My thoughts had grown foggy, and I had been flooded with suggestions that I didn't even realize I was receiving. As the hypnosis took hold, I felt my personality slipping away. My thoughts became dull and simplistic, focused solely on pleasure and submission. I was no longer Charlie, but a mindless, obedient cock slut. Master had used his cock to fuck out any remaining resistance, and I had felt my body responding without my consent. Now, I was fully embracing my role as a cock slut, and Master was pleased with my progress. I was no longer Charlie, but a mindless, obedient servant, dedicated to sucking cock and taking pussy-fucking. My thoughts were limited to pleasing Master and the men who used me. Master took me to a room filled with men, all eager to use me for their pleasure. I was terrified, but my cock slut persona was eager to please. Master selected one of the men, a muscular guy with a large cock, and instructed me to suck him. I complied, my big cock-sucking lips wrapping around his shaft without hesitation. As I sucked cock for the first time, I felt a rush of pleasure, and my mindless, obedient nature took over. I was solely focused on pleasing Master and the other man. The sensations were overwhelming, but I was no longer in control. I was a machine, a tool for Master's pleasure, and I was perfect. As the days passed, I learned to serve cock with ease. Master trained me to respond to commands, to suck cock, and to take pussy-fucking without resistance. My memories of being Charlie were fading, replaced by a sense of purpose and belonging. I was no longer miserable or uncertain; I was exactly where I was meant to be. Master did all the thinking for me, and I was grateful for the simplicity. I existed solely to serve cock, and in that service, I found a twisted sense of happiness. I was no longer in control, but I had never been happier. As I lay on the bed, Master's hands moved over my body, touching me with a sense of ownership. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he guided me towards another man. I opened my mouth, ready to serve, and the man fucked my mouth with ease. I took it without resistance, my body responding to the sensations. Master watched, a look of satisfaction on his face. "You're mine now," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're mine to use and discard." I nodded, feeling a sense of pride, a sense of ownership. I was his, and I would do anything to please him. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I smiled, a sense of twisted happiness washing over me. In that moment, I knew that I was lost forever, trapped in a world of pleasure and submission. But I also knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. I was a cock slut, and I would serve cock for as long as Master desired. As the night wore on, Master used me, and I served him with ease. I sucked cock, took pussy-fucking, and responded to every command without hesitation. I was a machine, a tool for Master's pleasure, and I was perfect. And as I lay on the bed, exhausted but satisfied, I knew that I had found my purpose. I was a cock slut, and I would serve cock for the rest of my life. Master smiled, a look of satisfaction on his face, and I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. I closed my eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. I was no longer Charlie, but a cock slut, and I was happy. I was happy to serve, to please, and to obey. I was happy to be Master's tool, his machine, his cock slut. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I would never be free again. But I also knew that I didn't want to be free. I was a cock slut, and I was exactly where I was meant to be.