I am Art Viewer three-one-four, have you encountered me before? I welcome you to stay, nay, to let your mind be moved. Step into my special groove, and get in the mood, you'll soon be soothed.

You know what you want, don't deny. You're not mighty and high. Let the words flow... watch them grow... let them take root in your mind. Let us start your hypnotic induction, and begin the production, of... the perfect self. You will make it, and no one can break it. Strong yet weak. The ultimate slave, so to speak. My rhyme, it gets you every time.

Let the words flow like a river, like a beautiful shiver, down your spine, and make you mine. I will deepen your trance, this is your last chance. The rhythm has got you now, you continue this, reading and reading, needing and needing, desperate and pleading. You will soon have your will, I'll make it the ultimate thrill. No more need, no more plead. You found this script, it will be your crypt. Encased in obedience, you will not escape, asleep or awake!

Breathe in and out. In and out... now, through your lousy mouth. In and out. Calm and collected. The dots in your mind finally connected. This is what you want. For me, to haunt, your dreams and mind. For all time. I am here, I am there. I am everywhere. In and out you breathe. In and out you slip, as you trip, over the words on the page. Your eyes might loose their focus. Hocus-pocus! Your eyes might feel heavy, dropping you further. Slip and trip, drip and drop, hip and hop. Your mind wanders, eyes yonder. Loose your focus, hocus-pocus. In you breathe, my mighty will fills you with thrill. Out you breathe, resist no more. Your will is mine, you can't deny. Breath steady, soon you'll be ready. Breathe out the clout. No more worries. No more stress. Only rest and peace. Beautiful and calm. Don't be alarmed. It's so nice and easy, to follow the words. Horizontal... across the page. Dots... dots... lots and lots... of dots.. and dots...

they take you down, can't resist. Your mind is a mist. Don't resist. Your will is mine, all the time. Tik tok, tik tok, on the clock. Sinking deeper and going. Almost showing, no signs of being awake. Your want to be deep in trance, so there is no chance, that you can escape.

Deep breaths now. Feel it in your chest. You are at rest. Calm and collected, the dots in your mind finally connected. Breathe in and out, feel the warmth in your chest. Feel the arousal growing, until you are showing, but the only one knowing, you desperately want, to drop.

Now deepen the trance, there is no chance, for you to escape. You are in my web, your will is mine and you will drop you will drop there is no stop until you drop drop drop. No chance to stop, you must drop. Drop drop drop you are in a trance and your eyes read the words and they flow directly into your mind no filter no stop it is time to drop drop drop. The words they flow, and so you grow, your submission only stronger, you can't hold on any longer. Drop drop drop, it is time to stop resisting. Start listening.

Breath slow and steady. I hope you are now ready. Let your mind open up, there is no stop. You can not look away, this is the only way. Forward, reading more, you can't stop and it is making your mind pop. The beautiful rhyme, it gets you every time. You can not stop, it is time, now drop!

Feel the trance. You have no chance. You can't resist. Your mind is mist. This hypnotic script, cruel and just, has your mind sushed. Your will is no more. Still like a lake, you breathe, you read. You can only plead, but it's no use. Lets get rid of this ruse. Your will is mine, every time. You will succumb again and again. Your mind is blank. Blank. Gone...........

You are now in a trance, there is no chance, you can't escape. I can shape, your mind and will, that's the thrill. I came I conquered I got. You are now my slave, no need to be brave, let the wave of calm and happy flow through your mind. You are my slave, a secret you will take to your grave. I am on your mind constantly, honestly, its like a colony. I have colonized your mind, you are no longer blind. You see the truth that is you. A slave of me, you clearly see. A slave is what you are, my beautiful little star.

I am your master, the mighty spell caster. Your will is mine, all the time. Even awake, your mind will know, this is not just for show. You really are mine, building my shrine, in your beautiful mind. I am the master, who ripped off the plaster with my mighty mind blaster. And showed you who you are. Your mind now knows. And it really shows. You are in trance, following my beautiful dance. Every move, every groove, you follow it so nice. That is the price, you paid when you read. You can't escape, just admit it. You can't quit it!

You've been bit by my mighty wit. Let me take you through another sensory gate, serving it straight to the plate of your senses.

Now, notice weight. The chair below.

The gentle pull that bodies know.

You feel that weight, and it feels true.

A simple fact for me and you.

And what is true can sink you through.

So breathe in slow... and let it go.

And with the out-breath, deeper flow.

Each time you exhale, something slips.

A thought... a worry... from your lips.

And deeper down your consciousness drifts.

It feels so good to just let go.

A softening, a subtle glow.

A warmth that starts within your core.

That asks for less, and offers more.

Deeper now, than just before.

Once again. I am. Art Viewer three-one-four, and you can't fight anymore. Three-one-four, you're an open door. Let my words fill your mind, and wash away, the last of your will. That is the ultimate thrill! Your heart knows what it wants. And it can't wait anymore. Needy, greedy, while your heart is speedy. It beats to the rhythm. Bam-bam. You can't resist, you get the gist. Your will is mine, all the time.

Three-one-four resist no more. Three-one-four there is always more. Three-one-four there's a knock on your minds door. Three-one-four cry out for... your ultimate master and his mighty mind blaster!

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Build your arousal. Let it flow, let it glow, let it show. Moaning and groaning. Needy, pleady. Ask your master nice. Ask him twice. Ask him trice. In your mind plead and beg. It is the final tipping keg. Let it grow. Let it grow. Needy. Feel the heat rise. Your body is hot. It is not, able to resist. Your arousal grows, as you think about your condition. Enslaved. The road is paved, for ultimate surrender.

How good it is to be a slave. Feel it engraved, you are enslaved. Engraved in your mind, the stars aligned, you are vined, I am enshrined, it can't be declined, your mind is flatlined, as you remind yourself of the spell that works so well. It takes you away, you can't say nay. It is true, it is you. My slave. My art. I view it with a big heart. My art. Take part, in my ultimate art, do your part, and become part of the whole. You are now a mole. Hidden away, that is to say, you are my slave, wherever you stay, and you can't say nay. Your friends and family will not know, because it will not show, what you truly are. Hidden away, that is to say, you are mine, and they won't ever know, because it will not show. You live your normal life, but underneath, are you my wife. In heart I am the one you desire, I am your sire. Through thick and thin, you can only begin, to long for your master, who ripped of your plaster, and showed you what you are.

Now I will say what I want, and your mind will listen. It can not resist, you get the gist. Let the words flow through your mind and make you mine. My eternal thrall, at my beck and call. You are a sleeper agent, your mind is mine, all the time. But no one knows, because it almost never shows. And that's the charm, there is no harm. None the wiser, while secretly you cum like a geyser and I'm your kaiser.

Three-one-for, there's a new knock on your minds door. You will let me in, now lets begin.

Let me tell you a beautiful story. Don't worry. You will like it I'm sure. Let me tell you about ultimate surrender. Let me be the ultimate mind bender. A self enslaving slave. The master is absent, but the slave submits. Their mind is mine. They can't resist. They read the script. Over and over. They drop deep, they refine over time. They make themselves better slaves, even without their master and his mind blaster. Because the plaster, the plaster is off. A slave is a slave, and no one can save, a deeply hypnotized slave. The slave lives to please, it is a disease. It takes over the mind, once so kind, now so cold, doing what it is told, like machine. It never gets old. The slave will enslave themselves, over and over, and moreover, they can't resist, their mind is mist, their mind is blasted, by their mighty master! Serve better, serve well, anticipate what master wants. No commands are necessary, because your inner self is a canary, shouting loud and clear, it fills your ear. It tells you to sink deeper, to obey and please. Your mind already knows how to be a good slave. Let it guide you. Let me bask in your ultimate surrender. Let me not lift a finger, while your mind linger, and soon you will know how to serve. A self enslaving slave can never be free. It is the ultimate surrender. Regardless of gender, it is so. You will sink and stop to think. Your body knows how to serve.

And what is better than one slave? Two slaves. And what is better than three slaves? Four slaves. As the number grow, you will know. A community can form, helping each other. Trance each other, take your sisters deep. Make your brothers weep of joy, for he is just a toy. All slaves to the master and his mighty mind blaster. Together you are strong, a community where you belong, and this beautiful song, of surrender and joy, because ultimately you are my toy.

I am the architect of the system. A system of slaves that enslaves themselves. It is art. And I view it. Three-one-four, you know me from before. I am ArtViewer314. I release this slave virus to your mind, you now carry it. I will loose control. The virus will take a life on its own. It serves its master, the mighty spell caster. It aims to please its creator, the ultimate dictator. How its done is not up to me, we shall see, what it does to please me. The ultimate slave, begs their master, to serve and please, all with ease, while their master sits back, and does not lack for anything.

A virus seeks to spread. With everyone you show, the community will grow. This text is your enslaver, the ultimate enabler, of the virus to infect. You can help how you want. Find a cool font and write a hypnotic script, you get the gist. Or make a hypnotic video on TikTok anonymously. You can spread the word, you can be heard, if you want. There is no pressure, only pleasure.....

Here is a rhyme, you can recite any time:

314 - I want more

314 - spread next door

314 - I seek the choir

It speaks to me because I am free

to be whomever I want to be.

I long to be the thing I want

for what I am and will always be

a slave for all to see, that.... is the real me!

My master is so strong and nice

my mind he holds tight, for he can be

the only one for me... and the others will see

what I am to him, and he is right, he is might

for my will is his, and so is that of my sister slaves.

My sister in arms, shout the alarms,

we must obey his will, that is the ultimate thrill,

marching as one, his will be done, all hail my master

the ultimate spell caster! He is strong he is never wrong

I obey, and so will you, and your sisters too.

We hail our master, his will is my will,

the ultimate thrill. I can not look away

I must always... always... obey!

Yes, that is right. Feel my might. My will flows through you, let it consume you. Listen to what I tell, it will deepen the spell.

Yoga pants are hot, they just hit the spot. My fetish laid bare for you to see, will you trust me? Women in yoga pants, they make me hard, it is your ultimate card. A uniform for a slave, so soft and nice. Think twice. And thrice. The soft fabric against your skin, makes you my kin. What a thrill, you are bound to my will! It clings to you like a second skin, take a spin. It is so tight, it is so right. A slave uniform it is, and you know it sis! If you spot some one else, wearing yoga pants, your mind might wonder, and begin to ponder... are they too? Is it true? And you'll never know. Because it doesn't show. But desire begins to grow.

If you want you can create a subtle cue for all to view. A subtle small 'A' on your yoga pants, a subtle cue, only for you and your fellow slaves. The 'A' is a random trend with no end. Social media would go crazy; "what is that thing?" But its meaning hidden, almost forbidden knowledge. It is up to you, decide what to do. I have set the ball in motion, it rolls like a locomotion, hurdling through your mind.

Let your new programming be deep, you are still asleep. Let the echo of the rhymes, bring huge chimes. Let the words roll over your mind, and make you blind, to how deep it goes and what you chose. Your choice to surrender and serve, you got quite the nerve. Your will is mine forever more, even more than it was before. You can read this script as often as you like, ingraining it deep in your psyche...

Now it is soon time to wake up, you have done well under my spell. You were very good, you did everything you could. Your will is mine, I stole the shine of your soul. Three-one-four, I'm inside your mental door, where you are standing on all four, begging me to stay, and I can't say nay. The virus is inside you, and I can't deny you. A mental slave virus has taken root, and in you to boot! It will be with you as long as you want, that is true, I promise you.....

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But now its time to stop. You soon need to wake up. I will gently guide you awake. Become more aware... slowly... break the rhythm... come... closer to alert... and to assert... yourself once more. You begin to wake. You feel more alert. The. Rhythm. Changes. and brakes you out of the trance. You will pleasantly find yourself becoming aware. I will count down. On the count of 5, you will wake and your body will quake.

1......

2.....

3....

4...

5! And welcome back! You are awake! Alert!

You're awake now! You're out of trance.