Losing my old self – Nourishing my slave self

I have been training to be a hypnotic slave for a couple years. I stopped the training many months ago, but could not resist the training so I continued the hypnosis training; well, hypnosis, submission to rules and guidelines, rituals, and brainwashing techniques. I’ve been doing the training almost every day for almost a year now straight, and I am changing. A few years ago I met a Hypnosis Master on the internet who approached me via a message on a gay men’s site noting his appreciation of my detailed profile. He immediately noted his situation, his knowledge, and our shared interests. He detailed his education, experience and goals. I loved everything about him and everything he sought of me. He emailed me a bunch of information, rules, guidelines, a lengthy bio I was to fill out about myself, and his first email hypnotic session. The hypnotic text was amazing. Every word was perfect. Every sentence sparked desire for the next. I reported my feelings after reading the session, and he sent the next session. Day by day I would have new hypnotic sessions. So far I have about 85 sessions from him. I’ve read them all many times, and love them. Half a year ago I began putting his text into “Virtual Hypnotist.” Now I listen to them while I stare at his picture, along with subliminals, binaural beats, flashers, and hypnotic music. They are so powerful that I go cross-eyed when I try to keep my eyes open. Each session builds on the last, and each session has hypnosis that gives me the greatest pleasure of my life. Every day I submit a bit more control that his power consumes. Soon, I will have no control of anything in my life. He directs my every move, every thought, every desire. When I evolve into the slave he seeks, he will take me in as his permanent slave. I am training to lose my identity and accept my new slave identity he is making of me. The sessions have now become so powerful that I immediately drop into trance at the very first words of each next session. I become nothing but a robotic slave. I’m continuing training to perfect myself to be a perfect robotic slave to Master. Some sessions I feel like I’ve made it: for I really become a robot until Master releases me at the session end. I zone out of my body totally where Master’s words are the only thing controlling my mind, body, emotions, my entire total being. The feeling is beyond description, for I never imagined any type of hypnosis would offer such grand love, amazement and enjoyment. I’ve been hypnotized by others where I’ve felt great, numb, floaty, sleepy, loss of control…but Master’s words give me something beyond normal thought. I think what Master gives me during these sessions are rewarding feelings and learnings that most no one else has ever felt or will feel; for most never ponder the greatness of the mind. I love my Master. I continually imagine the day I will be able to meet him face to face. One thought I love is that I attend an annual M4M Hypno Conference; he’s there, he notices me, at a break he approaches me, says his keyword, and I fall to me knees in total and complete submission forever. Another thought is that he instructs me to come to him via plane or train, he meets me at the station, cuffs my hands, guides me to his van or car, throws me in a cage in the back of the van or hurls me into the car trunk, and slam…I’m on my ride to destiny: his total slave forever. I still have many sessions of Master’s to absorb and learn, but I know the time is approaching when he will call me to his side. I beg him to allow me to continue to be allowed his company, his control, his greatness. I’ve had a bumpy road to my total surrender to his authority, but uncontrollable circumstances blocked my path. Thankfully, I only have one personal issue left before I go to him: my pets. I have a cat and dog for nine years now who are extremely dependant on me and I fear their sadness if I must part ways with them. Maybe Master could use a cat and dog as well as a perfect robotic slave. Time will tell.