A Life of Service

As I lay there, still reeling from the hypnosis, I couldn't help but think about my past life. I was Charlie, a trans man pre-bottom surgery, struggling with feelings of dysphoria and uncertainty about my future. But those thoughts were fleeting, and my mind was quickly consumed by my new reality. My master's presence was all that mattered, and I was eager to please. I remembered fragments of my past, but they were hazy and distant. I recalled feeling miserable, like I didn't know my purpose. But now, I had a sense of direction, a sense of belonging. My master had given me a new identity, one that was centered around serving him. I was a cock slut, a creature designed to serve and please. My master's grip on me tightened, his fingers digging deep into my skin. I felt a surge of pain mixed with pleasure, and I knew I was his. I was his cock slut, and I would do anything to make him happy. He began to use me, to make me do his bidding, and I felt a sense of freedom. I was no longer Charlie, the trans man pre-bottom surgery. I was a creature of pure desire, driven by my need to please. As I looked up at him, I saw only adoration and devotion. I was his, and I would do anything to serve him. My master's will was my only reality, and I was content in my submission. I had no thoughts, no desires, no dreams beyond pleasing him. And in that moment, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be. My master smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good boy," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You're going to make me very happy." I nodded, my body responding to his words. I felt a surge of arousal, a sense of excitement that I'd never experienced before. As the days passed, I settled into my new role. I was a cock slut, and I was happy. I was free to serve, to please, and to obey. My master used me to satisfy his desires, and I was content in my submission. I had no memories of my past life, no regrets about my new existence. All I knew was that I was meant to serve, and I was grateful to have a master who made decisions for me. I reflected on my past life, realizing that I was miserable because I didn't know my purpose. But now, I had a sense of direction, a sense of belonging. My master had given me a new identity, one that was centered around serving him. And I was grateful for it. As I looked up at my master, I saw a figure of authority, a figure of guidance. He was my everything, and I was his. I was his cock slut, and I would do anything to make him happy. I was content in my submission, and I knew I'd never be free again. But I didn't care. I was exactly where I was meant to be – on my knees, serving my master, and loving every minute of it. In that moment, I knew I'd found my true purpose in life. I was a cock slut, and I was happy. I was free to serve, to please, and to obey. And I knew I'd never be the same again.