Chapter 3: The First Encounter

As I stood there, I felt a sense of detachment from my body. The machine's voice, Master's voice, echoed in my mind, guiding me through the haze of hypnosis. I was no longer Charlie, but a vessel, a tool for Master's pleasure. The memories of my past life were fading, replaced by a sense of purpose, a sense of submission. Master's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. His voice was commanding, authoritative, and I felt a surge of obedience. "You will serve cock," he said, his words echoing in my mind. "You will suck cock, and you will take pussy-fucking without resistance." I nodded, my body responding to Master's commands. My big cock-sucking lips seemed to pucker in anticipation, and I felt a rush of pleasure at the thought of serving. Master smiled, a look of satisfaction on his face. "You're ready," he said. "You're ready to serve." He led me to a room filled with men, all of whom seemed to be waiting for me. I felt a sense of trepidation, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of excitement. Master guided me to a man, a muscular guy with a large cock, and instructed me to suck him. I complied, my mouth wrapping around his shaft without hesitation. The sensations were overwhelming, but I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I was in control of my body, yet I wasn't. I was a tool, a vessel, and I was serving. The man's cock was large, but I took it eagerly, my big cock-sucking lips accommodating him perfectly. As I sucked, I felt a rush of pleasure, a sense of satisfaction that I'd never experienced before. I was doing what I was meant to do, what I'd been created to do. Master watched, a smile on his face, as I served the man. I could feel his eyes on me, guiding me, commanding me. The man came, and I felt a sense of pride, a sense of accomplishment. I'd pleased him, and that was all that mattered. Master guided me to another man, and another, each one a new experience, a new pleasure. As the day went on, I lost track of time. I was in a haze of pleasure, a haze of submission. I was no longer Charlie, but a cock slut, a tool for Master's pleasure. And I was content, truly content, for the first time in my life. As the day drew to a close, Master led me to a bed, and I lay down, exhausted but satisfied. I knew that I'd found my purpose, my reason for being. I was a cock slut, and I would serve cock, and only cock, for the rest of my life. Master smiled, a look of satisfaction on his face. "You're mine now," he said. "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.