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Spirals in their eyes, collars round their necks.

[blankite9]

When my dad started dating again, I was excited initially. But I never prepared for his new partner having a son of their own.

I was nervous to meet him. His name was Kevin and I had heard a few things about him, but the real thing took me by surprise. He clearly wasn't nervous; he was cocky and it felt like he was judging me. He clearly went to the gym a lot, and he asked how often I went. I feel like he knew the answer was never. But when I said that, he laughed in my face and walked off.

When they moved in with us, things only got worse. Kevin kept making jokes at my expense, taking my food from the fridge, walking into my room without knocking, and one day, I had enough.

I went shopping and came across a strange collar. The inside of the leather strip almost seemed to be glowing. The shopkeep told me it was exactly what I was looking for.

When I got home, dad was out. I could hear Kevin asleep in his room. I snuck in as quietly as I could, moved over to the bed, and quickly fastened the collar around his neck.

He woke up and pushed me off him.

"Dude! What the helllll..."

His voice trailed off as his face relaxed, and his eyes started to look glassier and glassier, until they were just a reflective grey glaze. He stared blankly ahead, saying nothing, for a long time, until I broke the silence.

"Kevin, take off your shirt."

Without skipping a beat, he slurred out: "Yes Master."

As he unbuttoned his shirt, I smiled. Now I'm the man of the house again. And Kevin will make a good pet.

[blankite9]

Training your body without your mind only means one thing; that newfound strength is not yours, it belongs to whoever breaks into your head first.

That's what Andrei discovered the hard way. He had accumulated a strong, attractive body. He was simply leaving the gym one day when a hypnotist snapped his fingers in front of his eyes on the street.

Just like that, Andrei was now owned, and the hypnotist took him home to wear his collar, so that everyone else knew that the strong body finally had a strong mind to command it.

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You're feeling good about yourself, so you go to the mirror to take a wholesome selfie. But when the camera clicks, so does the trigger deep in your mind. The other side of you wakes up. The friendly smile becomes a suggestive smirk. The shirt comes off. And the collar goes on.

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One must be careful in the pursuit of fashion. It can take over you. As you focus more and more on looking good, you start to lose your inhibitions. Your body becomes a vessel to show off the latest looks, no longer thinking twice about showing too much skin, or wearing weird accessories. The old you would never dress like this, but the old you wouldn't understand. It's fashion.

[blankite9]

The office Christmas party is the perfect time to take the new hire into the back alley and take his loyalty to the company to the next level. Congrats, boy. Your probation period is over; now you're company property.

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Every time was the same. John started his home workout, and after about 10 minutes, he'd be breathing heavily, in a haze. Exhausted, a thought would enter his mind. He would walk over to his storage closet, and open a small box, and pull out a steel collar. He'd lock it around his neck, and return to exercising.

The lock of the collar locked him in this haze, where he continued the rest of the workout autonomously, without thinking. And once his routine was done, he'd stand, tranced, looking into space. He'd move over to his bed, and finish the workout with an arm exercise; masturbation. He would mindlessly tug until he came, then he would stand up once more, take the collar off, and put it back in its box.

He'd shake his head as he came to, completely unaware of the past half hour, still not knowing he even owned a collar, and continue about his day.

[blankite9]

"I think you should start wearing a collar around the house, Matt."

"What? Why the hell? I'm not wearing a collar, dude."

I shook my head. Matt was the least tidy of all my flatmates, and I had become sick of it. So I lifted out the new lamp I got from the shady furniture store on the edge of turn, and flicked it on.

Suddenly, light flashed out, stunning Matt. But despite the bright flash, he found himself drawn to looking at it. He almost thought he could see a spiral in the light waves. He couldn't look away, and soon, he was completely under its spell.

"Now Matt." I said. "You'll wear the collar around the house, yes?"

"Yes..." Matt slurred.

"You'll clean up your messes?"

"Yes..."

"Good boy. Now, take this light and get the rest of our flatmates on the same page.

Matt stood robotically as he was fitted with a shiny, reflective collar, and given the hypnotic light. He was going to be the first of my newly collared housedrones.

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Special thanks to Matt in real life for giving permission to post these images! More images from Matt's hypnosis session available on my Patreon.

[blankite9]

Once Matt was under, it was very easy to make him into a good boy. Before, he would never have worn a collar, but deep into this trance, there's nothing he can do.

I wanted to see just how obedient he was like this, so first I got him onto his knees, and then I even got him onto all fours and had him bark like a dog. Turned him into a drone temporarily as well.

For my first ever real hypnosis session, I was very happy. I definitely want to have more fun with Matt. If you want to see more of him, let me know.

Full pictures from the session available on my patreon: https://www.patreon.com/blankite

[blankite9]

Hey everyone. I'm sorry about the lull in photoedits and stories recently, but the good news is, I've been busy.

I've been learning real hypnosis, and my flatmate and good friend Matt made the mistake of agreeing to let me try it on him. He didn't believe hypnosis worked, but I actually managed to put him under. He's very susceptible, so I put a collar on him and got him into all sorts of fun poses.

If you want to see more images from his time under hypnosis, I'll be posting them on my patreon, here: https://www.patreon.com/blankite

[blankite9]

"Hello, master. I went to the pet shop as you asked and bought a collar."

"Good boy. And you've put it on, correct?"

"Well, no, master. Not yet. I'm in public after all."

"Sleep, boy. Deep, deep sleep."

"...deep... sleep..."

"Listen, boy. You will put your collar on. You will wear it without shame. It is part of you now; you will wear it always."

"Yes, master. My collar is now on."

"Good boy. Now, go shopping for dinner later. And don't use the self-service check-outs. Make sure as many people notice you're a good, collared boy as possible."

"Yes, master."

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[blankite9]

Do you like my blog? Love my photoedits and want more? Perhaps even the chance to describe your own perfect image edit and story to go alongside it?

Well if that's the case, good news. I've started a patreon where I'll be posting extra stuff I decide not to put on my main blog, as well as special exclusive posts.

Plus, some patrons will be entered into a monthly lottery where you can win the chance to give me an image, what you want me to do to it, and a story idea for me to write alongside it. Want that? Then I hope I can see you on my patreon, boys.

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[spiralteewriter]

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Hey, Ryan. Thanks for coming in for this audition, I'm really looking forward to bringing this character alive through you. Alright, just look at the screen, we'll show you the lines we want you to say on that...

Oh no, did we put a spiral on the screen instead? Yes, Ryan, still look at the screen. Fall deep into that spiral. Let your conscious mind be sucked into the middle. Let Ryan disappear. Good... and now, you will become my character. His personality will use your body. Can you call it method acting? Regardless, it'll be a genuine performance indeed.

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Me and my boyfriend have been together for a year now. I love him, I really do, but I'm thinking of breaking it off with him. You see, we're both switches, but recently, he's been more and more demanding that he be the dom. I like domming as well, and I don't think it's fair that I never get the chance.

Also, he's trying to be a dom outside of the bedroom too. Now, I'm not into that. I like to just have a normal relationship most of the time. So recently I kinda snapped at him after he tried to command me to do something menial.

He's out of the house right now, and I'm cooling off by doing some simple exercises. Suddenly, my phone buzzed, and it was a message from him. A voice message, titled "I'm sorry."

I sighed, paused my music, and pressed play, ready to listen to whatever excuse he had. But instead, my ears were met with a sudden, pulsating humming. It... it was so relaxing. All my anger just started to vanish.

I sat listening to those beautiful sounds for what felt like forever, but eventually, a voice came through. It felt melted into the sound... dripping into my mind through my ears. It told me that I can be a good boy... I just have to behave for my boyfriend. My master.

As the sound stopped playing, I shook my head. What was I doing...? Oh right, yeah! I was exercising for Master. Hold on, something's missing... my collar! A good sub wears his collar. I fastened it around my neck, then I replied to the voice message with a selfie, captioned with "I love you, Master!"

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Lots of men wear chains to look "cool" or "badass". A bulky chain is the height of manliness in an accessory. It shows the world you're confident, self-assured, and not to be messed with.

However, one small change can make a difference.

Put a padlock on that chain, and suddenly it's the opposite. A locked padlock is the fashionable and socially acceptable way to say you're an owned boy. It shows the world you're submissive, obedient, and not to be flirted with; because you're taken.

Lock a padlock to the chain of any man who's too big for their britches. Slowly, the weight of the lock hanging from their neck will drill it into their head that they're just submissive. Inferior. And that they need to be owned.

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You're walking down the street one day when suddenly a man grabs you from behind and puts something around your neck. You don't know what it is straight away, you just try to wrestle the guy off as he fiddles with the thing. But eventually you hear a click, and he lets go.

You turn around to see the man running away. You try to chase after him, but you lose track of him in the busy streets too quick. You find a nearby shop window to see just what the asshole stuck on you. In the reflection, you see a chain hanging around your neck, locked shut by a padlock reading the word "Master".

"God damn it. How am I gonna get this off?"

You zip up your coat and head home immediately to avoid anyone seeing it. When you get home, you strip down and try knives, scissors, anything in your house to cut through the chain, but nothing works.

You go the mirror and sigh. Besides the padlock, it's just a normal chain, right? You could just wear a shirt and hide it. No one would see.

So that's what you do. You continue about your life wearing this chain, and no one is any the wiser that it's got a stupid lock on. Until one day, absentmindedly, you forget to tuck the padlock into your shirt. And a coworker sees.

"Dude... are you wearing a collar? What does that say? Master?"

You're about to reply with a "Yes" before realising... wait! Crap! Someone's seen, and now they're thinking you're a slave or something stupid! What would be wrong with that? Uh... wait, a lot! A lot would be wrong with that!

You quickly run home, throw your shirt off and desperately try to pull the chain off your neck. But as you disturb it, you realise how wrong it feels to not have it gently resting on the back of your neck. You realise that the weight of it dangling on your chest was... almost comforting.

You stop struggling and let it drop. It falls, landing on your abs, and when it pounds against them, suddenly it sends a wave through your body. A wave of pleasure. It washes through your limbs, evaporating the worry and tension in them. It washes through your brain, destroying any embarassment you once had.

You realise now that this is your collar. You are a slave to your master. You take off the rest of your clothes in a trance, before getting out the sex toys you usually used with any girls you brought over. Without even thinking, you pick up the ball gag and place it in your own mouth, just like a good slave should.

[blankite9]

Hello, and welcome to Mind&Matter Gym! Yes, the rumours you've heard are true! There is no cost to use our facilities. Indeed, we only ask for one thing; you wear our provided collars while you work out.

Oh, don't give me that look! Which would you rather do, set aside an overly large chunk of cash each month or face brief and minor embarassment from wearing a collar? And you'll only be wearing it around other people who also have to wear one. You see? Look around, everyone else is fine with it. And I'm sure you'll come around too.

So you'll sign up? Great! I look forward to seeing you around, boy...

Yes, sure enough, as you work out with that collar on, you'll start to get used to it. Oh yes, and your brain will start to associate the good feeling from the endorphins you release with wearing it. You'll forget you were ever opposed to wearing it in the first place. It'll just become normal. And eventually, you'll come and ask...

You want to wear it outside of the gym too? Well that's fine! Whatever helps you work out at home. Of course, you understand, we at Mind&Matter can't risk property loss or damage, so to ensure you don't lose it by accident, we'll have to lock it around your neck and keep the key. Is that ok with you?

Oh, don't give me that look! I wasn't implying you'd ever want to remove it. We can just make sure that it's a part of you forever. Sound good? Great! We're so happy that you're joining our personal Mind&Matter family.

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Wearing leather is a slippery slope. Most men don't know the effect that it's having on them until too late.

Nearly all men start with the belt. A simple, leather belt. Not usually a fashion statement, just to hold their pants up. But once they've gotten their first taste of leather, they want more.

Next are shoes. Good leather shoes. Men may just tell themselves that they just wanted a nice pair of shoes, and the material wasn't important, but their subconscious knows different.

Some men stop there. But some can't resist the call of leather, and get themselves a leather jacket. Now it's undeniable that it's a statement. Not just one of fashion, but their devotion to leather.

When a man buys leather pants, they're too far gone. Their mind is falling to the leather; it feels so good to wear... it looks so good.

Finally. The collar. A leather collar around their neck. They've given themselves to it; they're owned by the leather. And in a trance, they wonder to the nearest leather bar to find a man who will take them with the final item; a leather leash.