## Chapter 3: The Master’s Will

As I lay there, my mind still reeling from the hypnosis, I felt my master's presence looming over me. He stood tall, his eyes gleaming with a knowing intensity that made my skin crawl. I tried to look away, but I was drawn back to him, my gaze locked on his like a shipwrecked sailor on a guiding star. He reached out a hand and gently stroked my face, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You're going to do exactly as I say, and you're going to love every minute of it." I felt a surge of fear mixed with excitement as he spoke. My mind was foggy, but I knew I was in trouble. I was no longer in control; my master was calling the shots now. He seemed to sense my fear, and his touch grew gentler, more soothing. "Don't be afraid," he whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll show you what it means to be truly alive." As he spoke, he began to guide me, teaching me how to respond to his every command. I felt a sense of submission wash over me, and I knew I was lost. I was his now, body and soul. My master's will was my reality now. I was a cock slut, a creature designed to serve and please. 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. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin. "You're going to suck my cock," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire. "You're going to take it all, and you're going to love every minute of it." I nodded, my body responding to his words. I felt a surge of arousal, a sense of excitement that I'd never experienced before. I was a cock slut, and I was ready to serve. 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." As he began to use me, to make me do his bidding, 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. And in that moment, 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. 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. 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. In that moment, I knew I'd never be the same again. 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 free again.