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“…And wake up!” The dalmatian and the tiger both blinked, waking up, returning to full consciousness after their trance. The fox who was sat near them watched them with a sly grin, observing their reactions and behaviour with interest. “How do you feel, Duncan?” “Very good.” The dalmatian replied, stretching his lithe body a little where he was sat in a chair He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of jeans and some boots. “Refreshed. You were right, a spot of hypnosis really helped deal with all that stress.” He reached down and patted the head of the heavily muscled tiger kneeling submissively beside his chair, wearing only a leather hood, with a spiked collar around his neck. “How about you, slave?” “I also feel very good. Thank you for asking, Master.” The tiger said, nuzzling the dalmatian’s paw affectionately. The fox watched the tiger closely, catching the hint of something in the feline’s eyes. “Perhaps your slave might enjoy worshipping your boots for a bit?” The fox suggested. He noticed the slave tiger’s eyes widening slightly. “Good idea!” Master Duncan said. “Slave, worship my boots. Give them a good cleaning with your tongue!” “Yes, Master!” The tiger said, enthusiastically. “It will be an honour, Master!” The tiger got to work, crawling to the dalmatian’s big black leather boots. Without hesitation he got to work, running his tongue over them, long tail wagging behind him as he worked. Master Duncan left him to it, jovially talking to the fox, once again thanking him for his hypnotic help in dispelling the large amount of stress he’d been under. But the fox wasn’t really listening, keeping most of his attention focused on the tiger. The feline showed no signs of slowing down, slobbering over his Master’s footwear with gusto. Eventually, the fox was satisfied enough with what he was seeing. He looked up at Duncan and said. “Master Duncan: Sleep.” Immediately, the dalmatian slumped in his chair, falling into a deep trance. The fox looked to the tiger, still engrossed in his task. “And you can stop that, slave Tyrone. Look at me.” The tiger obeyed, leaving his Master’s boots only half cleaned, and returning to a kneeling position, paws behind his back, “You are doubtless wondering what the hell is happening here.” The fox said, looking the tiger in the eye. “Who I am, how you ended up hypnotized, why you can’t disobey any commands or say anything you’d like, or why your slave is now suddenly your Master.” He vaguely gestured to the dalmatian. “Who I am, is not really too important.” The fox explained, smile vanishing as he adopted a serious tone of voice. “Suffice to say I am a very talented hypnotist, with a variety of effective techniques at my disposal. I am also a good friend of one of your former slaves, one of the many you have used, horribly abused, and then discarded over the years. And I have come to see to it that you suffer some punishment for your past actions.” The fox glared at Tyrone. “Put simply, for the foreseeable future, you are going to be a slave. And Duncan here is going to be your Master. And in case you’re wondering, he doesn’t know me. While he was hypnotized, I just put the suggestion in his head that I am an old friend who offered to use some hypnosis to help him relieve some stress. Once I leave, he will forget I exist. At least until I come back to check up on you two.” Relaxing in his chair, the fox continued to explain. “I have also played with his memories a little. As far as he knows, the relationship between you two has always been this way. All his memories of his time with you now involve him as Master, and you as the slave. Should anyone the two of you know ask about the change in your relationship, He will say that you are trying something different, and of course, you will agree. And then he will go back to believing he has always been the Master.” “As for you, I have done some extensive work on your mind. You will find you are unable to disobey any commands Master Duncan gives you, and will only be able to agree with him and tell him how much you love being his slutty submissive slave. You will always be eager to serve and obey him and his every whim. And I have made sure he will treat you very roughly, and your body will act like you enjoy every second of it.” “But deep down, you will remain the old you, trapped in your own head, unable to do or say anything, forced to experience life as a devoted slave. And I am very sure you will hate every second of it.” The fox let out a chuckle. “But don’t worry, I won’t forget about you. I will be back to check on you now and again. If I feel like you might have learned your lesson and suffered enough, I might even set you free. But for now… Slave Tyrone: Sleep!” Consciousness faded for the tiger… … “Slave!” Tyrone snapped awake, glancing about. Duncan was standing over him, glaring down at him, not looking happy. There was no sign of the mysterious hypnotist fox. “I gave you an order to lick my boots clean, and you fall asleep before finishing the job?” The dalmatian snarled. Unable to stop himself, the tiger bowed his head, ears flattening, tail between his legs. He wanted to tell Duncan how he hadn’t fallen asleep, he’d been put in a trance by a fox that the dalmatian now didn’t remember. Instead, he found himself saying. “I’m so sorry, Master! Please forgive me!” Master Duncan clipped a leash to his collar and started leading him towards the door to the basement. The tiger had no choice but to follow after him on all fours, unable to do anything else, no matter how much he might want to. “Let’s get you down to the dungeon!” Duncan said, sternly. “I think you need some punishment. Harsh punishment!” Whatever the enslaved tiger might have wanted to say, he could only whimper. “Yes, Master, whatever you say. This lowly slave deserves punishment…” A Master's Mind Master Carson felt like he should be resisting, fighting what was happening, but the spiralling patterns dancing before his eyes and the whispering sounds in his ears seemed to drain away such feelings almost instantly when they arose. The big stocky badger had resisted quite a lot at first, when he’d been jumped by several burly muscular guys at the new fetish night club he’d been checking out and looking for a slave to hook up with. But they’d overpowered him and dragged into a room and strapped him into this chair. But then the visor with its enchanting spirals had been slipped over his eyes, earbuds playing odd whispering sounds shoved in his ears, and it had become more and more difficult to even think of resistance. How long had he been here, restrained and looking at the hypnotic patterns? Minutes? Hours? Days? He couldn’t tell. The spiral patterns of the visor strapped to his head seemed to absorb all sense of time. He tried once again to pull himself together. He was a Master, damn it, he had a strong will and could fight off whatever was happening to him! But the thought felt oddly hollow and meaningless. Was he really a Master? He found he couldn’t be sure. After all, he had no memories of being a Master. But then, he was having trouble remembering anything before arriving at the night club, memories being washed away from his mind by the ever-dancing spiral patterns filling his vision and the whispers filling his ears. He had to be a Master! He thought of himself as ‘Master Carson’, didn’t he? He was a Master and he had often… what? He couldn’t be sure what he had often done, the only memories that would come were now garbled and fuzzy… It was something to do with slaves, wasn’t it? He was certain of that. Or at least as certain as he could be in his current state of mind. Slaves, that word danced through his mind. Had he dominated slaves? Or had he been a slave? The badger’s whole body suddenly shuddered with pleasure at that thought, his cock instantly hardening and straining against his underwear. It felt fantastic to think of himself as an obedient slave… Another bolt of pleasure lanced through him and a moan escaped his muzzle. Damn, that felt so good… No! he wasn’t a slave! He thought of himself as ‘Carson’ didn’t he? He was a… something? A what? He felt like some part of his name was missing. But he couldn’t quite remember what it was, the idea slipping through his mental grasp. Something was happening to his mind, thinking was becoming so difficult, remembering anything becoming an exercise in futility. He had to resist… But he suddenly realized he didn’t know why he should resist. Maybe what was happening to him was a good thing? Maybe he should just let it happen… Even just thinking that, his whole body seemed to relax, tension draining away, taking all his pesky remaining resistance with it. Let it happen. Yes, that seemed to be the right thing to do now. It felt relaxing to let it happen, to not think for himself like a good mindless slave… Wait! He wasn’t a slave! He thought of himself as ‘Slave Carson’ didn’t he? He couldn’t be... Huh. Maybe he was a slave. Why else would he think of himself as ‘Slave Carson’? That had to be who he was. And that felt certain and true, a rock that his addled mind now clung to and accepted without question. He was a slave. He repeated that thought again and again and again. Each time, he was rewarded with another jolt of pleasure running through his body. The more he let that thought into his mind, the more certain he became that it was true. It was joined by further certainties, seemingly burned into his mind by the spirals and the whispers. He belonged to the Master, mind and body. He existed solely to serve and obey the Master. He was one of many slaves brainwashed and owned by the Master. Brainwashed? The badger now understood that was what had been happening to him this whole time, but was far past the point of caring. All he cared about now was serving his Master. The thoughts of being a slave continued running through his head, resulting in a stream of pleasure wracking his body until he couldn’t hold back any longer and orgasmed, cock twitching and pulsing and filling his underwear with hot sticky wetness, his entire body shuddering. The orgasm was one final burst of intense bliss, causing an uncontrolled roar of delight to burst from his muzzle. And then he sagged in his chair, breathing heavily. And in his head, he immediately knew what he had to say now. “Brainwashing complete. Slave Carson is ready to serve the Master.” The visor switched off, the whispers falling silent. He blinked as the visor was pulled from his face. Standing around him were several burly muscular guys of various species, a lion, a rabbit, two foxes and a bear. They wore a variety of leather and rubber fetish gear, although each had a thick leather collar around their necks. He recognized them, somehow just knowing they were fellow slaves in the Master’s service. The bear and one of the foxes unbuckled his straps, releasing him from the chair. As he stood up. the rabbit slave handed him a collar. Without thought or hesitation, the badger wrapped it around his neck, buckling it securely in place. The lion slave spoke. “We have two other targets to capture and brainwash for Master tonight.” Slave Carson nodded his understanding and followed the other slaves out of the room, eager to begin serving his Master… Friend and Master “Wait, hold on for a sec, would you?” Murphy paused where he crouched, key in paw halfway to the padlock securing the leather collar around his friend’s neck. “What is it? What’s wrong?” The raccoon asked. Laurence was looking thoughtful. “No problem, it’s just… well there’s no rush in getting back to normal.” The big bear said. Murphy stood up again, glaring down at his kneeling friend. Laurence was naked except for the collar around his neck and skimpy leather jockstrap that bulged lewdly, barely containing what lay within. “Seriously?” He said. “After how much you dragged your feet and tried to delay getting hypnotized and enslaved in the first place?” The kneeling bear shot his friend an odd look, half apologetic, half uncertain. “Yeah…” The raccoon shook his head, not knowing what to think. He was fully expecting Laurence to want to get out of any slave gear and back to his old self as quickly as possible once their time was up. After all, he’d only gone along with it as he’d lost their bet, so Murphy got to be the one in control of his friend for a weekend, have him as his deeply hypnotized plaything. He knew that if things had gone the other way, and he’d been the one in a trance at Laurence’s mercy, he’d want to get back to normal as quickly as possible once it was over. “So, what’s going on?” He demanded of the bear. Laurence let out a long sigh. “The thing is… I had no idea how fucking fantastic being a hypno-slave would be…” There was silence as Murphy tried to process this. After a few seconds, he managed to speak again. “Seriously? You… one of the most dominant guys I’ve ever met… who had hypnotized and dommed more subs and slaves that I can count… you enjoyed being my slave this weekend?” “Well, yeah…” The big bear shrugged. “I mean, I’d never tried it before, had I? I didn’t know it could feel so good giving up control, submitting to a Master and losing myself in the bliss of mindless obedience…” he drifted off, smiling broadly, remembering the events of the past few days. The raccoon was shocked. Master Laurence, who had quite a reputation around the local fetish scene, who often had hot subs falling over each other to submit to him whenever he visited a club… he had actually enjoyed the things he’d put him through. “You liked getting hypnotized?” Murphy stammered, still not quite believing it. “The extensive bondage? The cock milking? Getting roughly fucked multiple times?” “I liked…” Laurence began, then paused. “No, I think I loved it. All of it. On fact, can we do some more?” “More?” Murphy said, unable to stop his tail wagging at the very possibility. “Yeah.” The big bear grinned, vaguely groping at his crotch. “I want to do more. I want to be controlled and enslaved again, experience that again. We still have time left in the weekend, and we can do this again next weekend. Maybe make this a regular thing…” His voice grew more and more eager as he went on. He stopped and stared pleadingly up at his raccoon friend. “So, please put me back under, make me yours again and do whatever you want with me. It’s what I want.” “I don’t know…” Murphy was still shocked at this development. “Please… Master?” The bear added. That grabbed his attention. Laurence calling him Master of his own free will, not under any hypnotic compulsion to do so… Well , it was damn arousing. He felt his cock hardening. The raccoon smiled, doubts fading. It was what his friend wanted, and he always tried to be a good and helpful friend. “Very well… slave.” He noticed the twitch of the bear’s cock as he called him that. Eager as he was, the bear slipped back into a deep hypnotic trance extraordinarily easily and was soon wrapped in heavy leather restraints, begging for more as he was ruthlessly fucked senseless by his friend. His Master. |
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