Dan woke up in a lavish bedroom that wasn’t his own, confused but oddly calm. He was pretty sure this wasn’t his bedroom, but then again, he couldn’t remember what his own room was supposed to look like. Wasn’t somebody supposed to be in bed with him?

“Good morning, toy,” came a silky voice from the bathroom doorway. Dan turned and saw his gorgeous hypnotist, Cheri, standing in a plush bathrobe, their smooth, tapered legs drawing his gaze. “How are you feeling this morning?”

Their voice soaked into Dan’s muscles, like a sedative dripping through his ears and down his neck.

“I’m…fine…” Dan said with a dreamy smile.

Cheri staked closer, their hips swinging seductively. “I’ll bet you’re still a little foggy, aren’t you, sleepyhead?”

The word ‘sleepyhead’ made Dan’s eyes roll back in his head. He almost flopped backwards into the pillows.

“Ah, ah, ah! Still sitting up, full attention on me, toy…full attention on me…”

Dan blinked and struggled to focus on his hypnotist, feeling like his eyelids were coated in thick honey. He stared into Cheri’s chocolate eyes as a sense of peace settled over his mind.

“Let’s check how well you absorbed our lessons from last night. Who are you?” Cheri asked, never taking their eyes off Dan’s.

The question echoed through Dan’s head until an answer bubbled up in his consciousness.

“I…am a toy,” he said with a burst of clarity. Yes, he had always been a toy.

Cheri beamed and reached their hand under Dan’s chin, their delicate thumb softly tracing his lips.

“Good toy.” The words made Dan’s eyes flutter with bliss. With a knowing smile, Cheri tossed Dan a pair of jeans and a pair of boxers.

“Why don’t you get dressed for me, toy?”

Dan shook his head, trying to bring himself back to his senses. Wasn’t he already dressed? He glanced down and realized he was still in bed, naked. He wondered if he should be nervous or ashamed, but then he remembered that he always felt comfortable with his hypnotist. He grabbed the boxer shorts and threw his legs over the side of the bed.

He froze, the stretchy fabric of the boxers hanging off his fingers. He’d dressed himself before. He had dressed himself practically every day of his adult life. So why couldn’t he remember how to put on a pair of boxers?

He twisted the fabric over his ankle, tried to pull it up, only to have it slip off, his leg going through a completely wrong hole. For nearly five solid minutes he wrestled with his undergarments utterly baffled by the strange bit of cloth with enigmatic holes in it. He glanced nervously back at Cheri who only watched him with amused fascination. At last, he resigned himself to staring dumbfounded at the pile of clothes, his balls flopping on his bare thighs.

“What’s wrong, toy?” Cheri asked, innocently. “Did somebody forget how clothes work?”

“I…uhm…I’m not sure?” Dan replied, thoroughly confused. Something still bothered him in the back of his brain.

“Let’s try one more test,” Cheri said, their voice drawing Dan’s eyes back to theirs. “Who am I, toy? Think carefully…and tell me who I am…”

A swirl of thoughts and images swept through Dan’s mind. Memories of a silky voice that haunted his dreams, text messages commanding him to send nudes late at night, constant mantras demanding his obedience. They all hovered in his head like a storm front ready to break.

“You…are…my hypnotist?” Dan said, hesitantly. He looked around the room again as if seeing it for the first time.

“Where…where’s my wife?” he asked groggily.

Cheri pressed their lips into a thin line, nodding in resignation.

“Oh, dear. It looks like we have more to learn,” they said.

Pouting their lips, Cheri brought their fingers up to Dan’s eyes, slowly tracing gentle figure eights in the air in front of him. Dan couldn’t help his eyes from following the soothing back and forth motion.

“That’s a good, toy…” murmured Cheri. “Keep your eyes on my pretty fingers…each sweep dropping you deeper and deeper…sinking farther down with every…brush…of my…pretty…pretty fingers…”

It wasn’t long before Dan’s eyes glazed over, staring at the dancing fingers like a zombie. Cheri turned their palm over and began to curl their hand, beckoning Dan forward. The naked man obeyed, letting his body stand up, completely under Cheri’s spell. They led Dan out of the room, pulling him along step by step with each curl of their fingers, guiding them through the lavish house, down the stairs to the living room, and then down one flight further into the basement.

Dan followed the swinging fingers into a room lit only with low purple light against the walls. If he had been able to focus on anything except Cheri, he would have understood he was walking into a lavish dungeon, several rigs and wooden braces scattered around the room. Cheri steered him like a car to a small wooden bench below a single pulley rig installed in the ceiling. They pressed the palm of their hand down, compelling their hypnotized victim to sit on a wooden bench shaped like a U to support Dan’s buttocks and thighs while allowing his junk to hang freely. When they commanded Dan to lift his arms over his head, he complied with a vapid smile, giggling softly as the soft rope wrapped around his wrists, suspending his powerful arms in the air. Finally, Dan felt metal cuffs snap over his ankles, securing them to the clamped down spreader bar at his feet.

“Waking up in 3…2…and 1!”

SNAP!

Dan blinked, his brain suddenly powering on and realizing that he was tied up completely naked and at his hypnotist’s mercy.

“Oh…wait…where…what are we doing?” Dan asked nervously, his arms hoisted over his head.

Cheri sauntered to the other side of the room and wheeled out a small cart covered with a grey sheet positioning it in front of Dan’s body.

“You just need a little refresher course to help get rid those pesky memories of your old life. That’s what you want, isn’t it Dan? Because this feels so good and you’re so excited by me. And if this isn’t what you want, well, you just have to say so. So, what do you say, Dan?”

Cheri leaned forward, their plump cherry lips puckering at Dan. “Do you want me to stop and let you go?”

Cheri waited. Dan expected something to come out of his mouth. A “yes, get me out of here!” or at least a “wait, let me think about it” but nothing came. His mouth remained closed and silent, his mind empty except for Cheri’s seductive voice. Cheri smiled, as if they could see straight into Dan’s head.

“So, you do want to stay here so I can brainwash you into being my subby little boy toy?”

Again, Dan didn’t say anything, but he felt his head tip up and down in a single, silent nod.

“Well, if that’s how you feel!” Cheri crowed and yanked off the sheet. Underneath was a disc three feet in diameter with a full, black and white spiral glued to it. Several motors and speakers lined the bottom surface of the cart. Dan looked at it with bemused dismissal.

"Really? You're going to brainwash me with a spiral?"

"Cliches are cliche for a reason,” Cheri reminded him. “Trust me, once I start this baby going, I don’t expect to hear a single complaint out of you.”

With that, Cheri flipped a switch and the spiral began to turn at a slow, monotonous pace. Dan wore his skepticism, but found his eyes slipping back to the center of the spiral again…and again…

“Aren’t spirals just so nice to watch, Dan?” Cheri said, sneaking around Dan’s back, their fingers trailing through the bound man’s hair. “Isn’t it so fascinating how the spinning circles keep pulling your eyes back again and again…it’s almost like the spiral commands your eyes…and they just follow along obediently…just like you follow me so obediently…”

Cheri was using their special voice again. The same voice that seduced Dan night after night after his wife had gone to bed. The one that would make his brain sink into quicksand until he woke up refreshed in the morning.

“That’s right, Dan…just let yourself zone out in the spiral…your brain is so tired, so confused…just let me take care of all your thinking while you take a little vacation in the spiral…you can do that for me, can’t you?”

Dan tried to talk but his thoughts were heavy and slow and ever sinking down into the magic center of the spiral. He felt someone grab him by the hair and lift his head up and down, making him nod yes.

Yes.

He just wanted to space out in front of a spiral. Cheri could take care of him for a while.

“Good…I think we’re back in our fun, subby, trance state,” Cheri said, waving their hand in front of Dan’s unblinking face. “Now, why don’t we make this a bit more fun…”

They strolled to the spiral, their hips swinging with each step. They fiddled with a control box and checked the connection to one of the speakers, waiting for the Bluetooth hookup to pair. Suddenly, a strange whining hum filled the room, invading Dan’s ears and vibrating through his body. The tone was like the incessant ring of a hearing test, but the pitch kept changing, constantly climbing higher and higher until it seemed to be back exactly where it started.

“Isn’t this Sheperd’s tone so cool?’ Cheri said, wringing their hands like a mad villain. “It fools your brain into thinking it’s always going up…getting higher…swelling up, farther and farther…your poor brain doesn’t know how to interpret it, which makes it so compelling to listen to, doesn’t it?”

Dan just nodded his head dumbly, his mouth hanging open as he further surrendered to the spiral.

“But this is the best part…” Cheri said stepping closer, their lips brushing Dan’s ear as they planted their insidious suggestions into his head. “Some people feel the Sheperd’s tone not in their ears, but in their cocks…some people imagine the tone is their cock swelling higher and higher…getting bigger and bigger…harder and harder…in fact, some boys are so susceptible to the sound, they feel like the tone is a magic tongue, licking their poles as the tone gets higher and higher and never ends…But you don’t need to worry about that…” Cheri gave Dan’s cock a playful squeeze, happy to see he was already sporting a half-stock.

“Why don’t I just give you some time to watch the spiral…listen to the sound…and try not to think of your dick getting harder and harder the more the pitch goes up…okay?”

Cheri gave their dazed toy a peck on the cheek and then tip-toed out of the room. Dan barely reacted his whole mind yoked to the pull of the spinning spiral and the inescapable musical tones. The strange audio made it feel like he was falling through space while the pressure in his dick kept growing. The spiral kept him perpetually disoriented and off balance. Every now and again, he would hear Cheri’s voice whisper something over the audio. He could never hear it exactly. The more he listened, the harder he got and the more thoughts dripped out of his mind and into his swollen balls.

Dan had no concept of time. He bucked against the restraints, feeling a dull ache in his arms as he struggled against the soft rope holding his wrists. The effort would tire him out and leave him even more vulnerable to the twisting electronic tone buzzing through his cock.

Finally, the door opened again and Cheri walked in, their stiletto heels clacking against the ground.

“How are you doing, toy? Have you had time to think long and hard about us?”

Dan only let out a low whimpering moan, the task of speaking far beyond him.

“Oh, silly me,” Cheri said, mockingly. “I forgot you don’t have a brain to think with anymore. You just have this handsome cock…” They gave Dan a few quick tugs on his jutting prick. “And that’s okay, because you know it feels soooo good to think with your dick…”

Cheri stroked Dan’s cock up and down slowly from base to tip, watching Dan’s muscles strain against the ropes, a helpless smile on his lips.

“Oh yesss…we are nice and receptive now, aren’t we toy?” Cheri said with delight. “I think it’s time we play a little game…”

Cheri got up and turned off the spiral. Dan blinked as the world warped and spun in front of him, his eyes still bedazzled by the twirling lines. Cheri stood in front of their subjugated prey, then held up a remote, clicking a red button. The whine of the Sheperd’s tone flipped off.

“Now, toy. You’ve been so conditioned to feel hard and horny when you hear this special tone of mine. We’re going to test this for a minute. Whenever you hear the Sheperd’s tone, you’re going to feel all of your thoughts turn to sand. They’ll crumble to sand and sink down into your cock, making your balls feel so heavy, so needy…”

They waved the remote in front of Dan’s face, taunting him in his weakened state.

“Whenever you hear the tone, your thoughts will crumble and fill up your cock. You won’t be able to use that brain at all whenever you hear the pretty Sheperd’s tone. Now, let’s practice. Wake up, toy! No desire to escape, nothing to worry about, but alert and back in your own mind…wakey, wakey…”

Cheri snapped a few times in Dan’s face, shocking him back to consciousness. He flexed, stretching his arms against the ropes and shifted in his ankle braces, but felt otherwise comfortable.

“How do you feel, toy?” Cheri asked, examining Dan like he was a prize specimen.

“Uhm…good…relaxed…how-how long have I been here?”

Cheri ran their fingers through Dan’s hair, soothing their pet. “You don’t need to worry about that, toy. If you want to get up, I can untie you. But first…” Cheri’s voice rose an octave, teasing Dan with suspense.

“Can you tell me who the fourth president of the United States was?” They knew Dan was a history buff and wouldn’t be surprised if he knew the answer off the top of his head.

“Well, sure,” Dan said, obviously confused. “I mean, there was Washington, John Adams, Jefferson, then it was John—”

Cheri clicked the Sheperd’s tone on before he could finish, filling the room with the ever-rising hum.

“John…uhm…Q-Quinnn…uh….aaaahhhh….” Dan’s mouth fell open uselessly as his brain stalled out like a 1981 Volvo.

“What was that, toy? Do you even remember the question?” Cheri teased as they fondled Dan’s exposed cock.

Dan struggled to remember what they were even talking about, but his whole world was centered around the amazing sound in his ears and the buzz in his cock.

Cheri slapped his erection lightly and clicked off the speaker. Dan blinked, his mind resetting itself.

“Hmmm…couldn’t remember that one, huh?” Cheri goaded.  “What about this, Mr. Smartypants? What’s the chemical formula for water?”

That was so easy! Dan still had to take a second to find his voice.

“H…H 2 Ohhhhhh…”

The thought immediately evaporated as Cheri clicked on the speaker. Dan’s mind went blank as his cock turned to iron.

“What was it again, toy?” Cheri said, grinning malovently at him.

“Ahhh…Haaaahh….ahhh….” Dan babbled mindlessly.

“Ooops! All gone! No more thoughts in that dummy brain! Let’s try one more time.”

They turned off the speaker. Dan gasped for breath, his mind feeling like tenderized silly putty.

“Now, think really hard about this one,” Cheri said, their nails tracing down Dan’s back, lingering over the contours of his chiseled body. “What’s your wife’s name?”

Dan’s brow furrowed. His wife? Yes. He did have a wife. What was her name again?

“J-J-Joooo—”

Cheri clicked on the speaker.

“Jaaaaaahhhhh…” The name vanished from Dan’s mind, obliterated by the pleasure of the penetrating sound.

“Can you remember her name?” Cheri pressed him.

Dan struggled, rummaging through his mind for any memories, thoughts, feelings that might tell him his wife’s name. Every time her reached for one in his head, the thought melted, like water sinking into sand.

“You can’t remember her name. Because you don’t have one…” Cheri knelt next to the bench supporting Dan, letting their fingers run up and down his junk, tickling his balls as they spoke straight into Dan’s crotch. “you don’t have a wife, toy…you never had a wife…you’ve always been my toy…always my empty-headed plaything, eager to do anything I say…so sexy to believe anything and everything that I tell you..."

Cheri let the Sheperd’s tone do its work on Dan’s defenseless mind until they were confident that any notion of his wife’s name or face was expunged from his head, trapped in his aching balls.

Time for phase two.

Cheri kept the Sheperd’s tone playing but turned down the volume so that the continuously rising pitch was nothing more than a small whine in Dan’s ear. They gently tapped Dan’s cheek with their palm, playfully slapping him back to alertness.

“Look over here, toy. Look at what I have for you.”

Dan watched as Cheri held up a shiny, silver zippo lighter. Dan had to glance twice. This wasn’t a normal zippo. Under the chrome exterior, Dan could see the cheap plastic poking out near the seams.

Cheri flicked open the zippo. Inside popped up a clear film of colored plastic in the shape of fire. Shifting LED lights under the film completed the illusion of a burning flame. The zippo might have made a decent, fire-proof, stage prop.

“Look at the flame…keep your eyes on the flame…gazing deeper and deeper into the shifting, pretty flame…”

Cheri waved the zippo back and forth as Dan followed helplessly, the repetitive motion soothing his battered mind.

“Concentrate on the flame…it’s my special flame…you know that this is real fire…when you look, you will see a real flame dancing and flickering for you…you will believe this is a magic flame…wherever I hold the flame, you will begin to feel a hot, burning sensation…but instead of feeling pain, this flame will bring you intense, unbearable pleasure…wherever you feel the fire, you will feel incredible, intense pleasure…stronger than you ever felt in your life…and it will make you so helpless and vulnerable, you will yield to every single thing I tell you…”

Cheri brought the flame near their deep, soulful eyes, the flicker of the LED lights reflecting in their pupils.

“Do you understand?” they asked. They held the lighter to Dan’s throat, the paper flame barely tickling his chin.

Dan gasped, his neck suddenly feeling like there was a scalding hot towel pressed against it. He breathed out in small halting pants as the heat took over his jaw and chin. His eyes opened wide, his mind flooded with incredible sensations of pleasure, as if his whole face had been turned into a single erogenous zone and the teasing flame was stimulating him like a vibrator.

“Do…you…understand?” Cheri repeated.

“Y-Y-YES!!” Dan barked out desperately.

“Yes, Owner,” Cheri corrected him sharply.

“Yes, Owner!!”

Cheri took away the fake lighter. Dan struggled to catch his breath, realizing that he had been pulling hard against the ropes holding his wrists. Even in his mind-fucked state, he could see Cheri looking at him, their pupils dilated with raw power and desire.

They took their time bringing the plastic flame next to Dan’s strong arms, near his taut belly and even around his back, marveling at how their subject could still feel where the flame was despite not being able to see it.

Finally, Cheri gave her toy a lascivious kiss before sinking to their knees, next to Dan’s turgid cock. They wrapped their fingers around his prick, squeezing and stroking him rhythmically.

“Your cock is made of wood…it’s hard as wood…stiff as wood…and your cock and balls will burn just like wood…burning with intense erotic pleasure…you won’t be damaged, but you will believe your cock and balls are blazing with red-hot pleasure, burning away all your thoughts…all your resistance…”

Without another word, they lowered the plastic flame under Dan’s balls. The poor man started to thrash and yelp, using all his strength against the ropes.

“Good…watching the flames engulf your cock with pleasure…feeling your cock and balls consumed with pleasure…all your thoughts burning away in the blazing, hot pleasure…”

Dan whimpered, staring down at his junk as he watched the brilliant flames erupt over his cock like a summer bonfire.

“Repeat after me toy…I don’t have a wife…”

“I…I don’t have a wife!” Dan screamed, unsure if he was in heaven or hell.

“I was never married…”

“I was never married! AARRGHH!!”

“I am just my Owner’s toy…”

“I-I am just my Owner’s toy!”

“I have always been my Owner’s toy…”

“I…I have always been my Owner’s toy!” The fire of pleasure climbed into Dan’s brain, burning all that was left of his sanity.

“I am Owner’s toy! I am Owner’s toy! I am Owner’s toy!!” He babbled uncontrollably, bucking and yanking against the ropes, his cock engorged as it sizzled in the magic flames. Cheri was flicking the colorful fabric of the lighter back and forth under his glans, driving Dan completely wild with unbearable arousal, his mind snapping under the pressure.

“I am Owner’s toy! I am Owner’s toy! I am Owner’s toy!!”

Dan reached a screaming crescendo and then fell silent as his cum gushed out of his burning cock like lava, the inferno of his orgasm incinerating his entire being. He writhed uncontrollably on the bench, his orgasm’s aftershocks sending quakes of ecstasy through him.

Cheri took their lighter away from Dan’s junk, reveling in their toy’s helplessness and then reached for the ice pack they had brought, wrapped in a thin towel. They clasped their hands around the chilly bundle until their fingers were almost numb with cold. Stepping closer to Dan, they ran their chilled hands down his spent cock, cupping his balls and massaging his inner thighs.

Dan mewled from the sensation.

“Shhh…cooling down now…feeling my soothing, icy fingers over your hot cock…so relaxing…so wonderful…”

Dan’s mind felt like it had been sped through a blender and was now getting poured out into an icy margarita glass for his Owner to enjoy. He sighed, completely under his Owner’s power and feeling absolutely elated. He let his mind drift into a deep slumber as Cheri continued to cool his cock with their silky hands.

Eventually, he felt the pressure in his wrists disappear as his arms flopped to his sides. He dimly heard the clinking of the ankle cuffs being opened and felt the cool air on his balls as he rose to his feet, his eyes locked on the slender finger beckoning him forward.

He mindlessly followed the pretty finger up the stairs and into the living room. Cheri seated themselves on a large, opulent chair, something that Dan couldn’t help but think of as a throne. The finger pushed gently on Dan’s chest, stopping him in his tracks, before pressing down and into his forehead, coaxing him to sink to his knees.

Cheri smiled down at him from their seat before leaning back and spreading their legs, thrusting their crotch out at Dan.

“Let’s try this again,” Cheri said. “Who are you?”

Dan leaned forward, his fingers moving by themselves, fiddling with the opening of his Owner’s pants.

“I am Owner’s toy…” he said, opening the fly and pulling Cheri’s pants down past their hips.

“And who am I?” Cheri asked, smiling broadly as Dan let his fingers twine around Cheri’s cock.

“You are my Owner,” Dan said without hesitation. He gazed stupefied at the tip of his Owner’s cock as it bobbed in front of his face.

“And are you married, my toy?” asked Cheri.

Dan smiled, his thoughts thousands of miles away. “No, Owner. I’ve never been married. I’ve never had a wife or my own house. I’ve always been your obedient sex toy.”

Cheri grinned, basking in the satisfaction of having completely rewired their toy’s mind and erasing any concept of escape. They placed a hand on the back of their toy’s head and guided it down over their aching cock, sighing in rapture as Dan expertly sucked them off.

It was always such fun to break in new toys.