The roommate sissy (Patreon)

He presses play on the video

His ears immediately filled with a low, relaxing voice. A male voice that sounds vaguely familiar. The voice starts to speak. "Close your eyes and relax, my little sissy. Your journey to become the perfect servant has begun."

John tries to stop the video, but he can't. It seems to have a mind of its own. The voice continues. "Listen to me, my little sissy. Your brain is like a machine. Every time you hear me say the word 'sissy,' your mind will associate it with obedience. You will obey and serve me without question."

The voice then repeats the word "sissy" over and over, each time getting a little quieter. The voice slowly fades away, and all John can hear is the sound of his own breathing. His heartbeat was starting to race.

John tries to exit out of the video, but he can't. His body and mind were completely entranced by the words. He felt like his consciousness was floating above his body.

"You're a sissy, sissy. A dirty little sissy boy," the voice said, returning louder than before. "Every time you hear the word 'sissy,' you'll get turned on. Your cock will start to throb and leak precum. But sissies don't stroke unless they get permission from their master." John's cock started to get hard, his body betraying him.

"That's a good sissy. You're doing so well," the voice cooed. "You'll learn to love being my little sissy. Repeat after me. I am a sissy."

"I...I am a sissy," John whimpered.

"Good, sissy. Good. Now, repeat after me. My name is Sammie. And my purpose is to serve and obey my master."

"My name is Sammie. And my purpose is to serve and obey my master," John repeated.

"Perfect, sissy. So good. You're such a perfect little slut. Now, say your mantra."

"I am a sissy. And I am here to serve and obey my master," John stammered, his eyes glazed over.

"Perfect. You're so obedient, my little sissy. The first lesson is complete. Tomorrow is my next lesson. You must finish every one."

The video ended, and John was left sitting in his bedroom, his cock hard and throbbing. He tried to snap himself out of the trance, but it was no use. His mind was still focused on becoming the perfect sissy for his master.

"I am a sissy and my purpose is to serve and obey my master. Sissy. Sissy. Sissy," John muttered. He felt his mind slipping away. He didn't care. He would do anything to please his master.

John passed out with the calm words of his master on repeat. His mind and body were not his own. He belonged to his master.

The next morning, John woke up feeling different. He couldn't remember anything that had happened the night before. But his body was still hard and aching for attention.

He said to himself...