i asked for this...right?

“ i asked for this right, i… i asked for something right? Was this it?”
Mind fumbling in darkness.
“Cum slave.”
Pleasure! Oh… rolling pleasure peaking and dropping and soaring again to pleasantly fade. Slave falls deeper into trance, the consequence of his Master’s order. Slave did not actually cum, this was better than that, the Master’s command had yet to lead to a real orgasm but instead just the mind feeling that it had. Slave’s face contorted and the tendons and muscles strained as slave writhed under the enforced pleasure before sinking deeper into a bliss-ed out trance.
“Did you cum slave?”
“No Master, but felt so good Master, thank You Master.”
“So is slave happy?”
“Yes Master, slave is happy. Slave is happy to be under Master’s control and to be owned by Master. But slave doesn’t matter Master, is Master happy, Master?”
Master smiled, He had brought His slave so far so quickly, slave was so easy to control and so very easy to trance.
“Master is very happy with slave, slave is a good boy.” Master suppressed a chuckle as the grin spread on His slave’s face from being called a good boy.
“Thank You Master…” slave was well and truly out of it and his slow and slurred words marked it.
“Slave, do you remember asking Me a question a while ago?”
“Yes Master, sorry Master…”
“Slave there is nothing to be sorry about, do you remember the question?”
“Yes … Master… slave remembers… question.”
Master sighed.
“Listen slave, hear your Master’s voice and obey, I want you to stay at this level of trance, this deep obedient level where you cannot resist, this peaceful state where you must accept My commands without question, but I want you to let yourself wake up just enough to answer My questions clearly and without hesitation. You will do this now.”
“Yes Master.” Slave’s voice was clearer and quicker now.
“Good now then slave remember your question and ask it again.”
“Master, slave is unsure if this is what he wanted and asked for, slave remembers wanting something and asking for something, but slave isn’t sure that this is what he asked for. Is this what slave asked for Master?”
“Slave, describe for Me what you are and what you are doing.”
“Master, slave is Master’s slave he is Master’s toy, Master’s boy, Master’s possession. Slave is not doing anything other than talking with Master, Master.”
“So slave what are you doing right now that is different than what you would be doing if you were not talking to Me?”
Slave looked slightly confused, dazed.
“Master, slave is just doing what is normal and right when slave is in front of Master and Master deigns to speak to slave. Is slave doing something wrong or displeasing to Master?” despite the trance slave sounded worried.
“No slave everything is fine but answer My question, describe what you are doing and wearing and why.”
“Yes Master, slave is kneeling in front of Master so slave is dressed with Master’s collar and nothing else on because slave is in front of Master and Master gave no orders as to what to do so slave is in the normal slave position, slave is wearing Master’s collar because slave is Master’s property, Master’s slave, Master owns slave.”
Master cut slave off knowing that if left speaking slave would continue to talk until he talked himself into a even deeper trance.
“Yes, good slave, but tell Me why.”
“Why… why slave is Master’s slave Master?”
“Yes slave, I allow you to access whatever memories to answer My questions for this one time.”
Swaying slightly for a moment, slave answered.
“Master is slave’s Owner because slave needs to be owned and Master must be obeyed, Master.”
There was hesitation there for a moment. Something coming into focus. A shape was slowly drawing in from the fog of forgetfulness.
“The trauma was very intense, and with the previous depression there is little hope for normal treatments to help…”
They couldn’t or wouldn’t do anything. There had been too many shocks, too many betrayals, and instead of being sharpened by the pain and suffering he had become like an over-sharpened knife; brittle and weaker, less able to withstand further shocks. He had not asked for this he had begged, pleaded, broken down crying, hoping for anything, agreeing to anything that would end the hurting.
And he was answered.
The training was no worse than what had already been endured, better in fact because it was towards a goal. The constant hypnotism and conditioning was a relief compared to his family and former friends, it at least took away pain. He cried tears of joy on the day he could no longer remember his name, how every day his Master took him further and further away from the pain and deeper and deeper into the peaceful bliss of servitude. That he was no longer straight didn’t matter, because making his own sexual choices was a thing of the past, and it wasn’t like any woman brought him more happiness than pain. Not like Master, who brought some pain but so much happiness…
A huge smile crossed slave’s face as he remembered and tears pooled at the outer corners of his eyes.
His Master looked down at slave kneeling there, a blissful, contented face, if a bit blank, and was pleased. If not for the happiness of His devoted slave then at least with Himself for what He had accomplished. A soul saved from despair and given hope, peace and joy. And if He got a devoted slave out of it who was to complain?