#masteroftomorrow

[masteroftomorrow]

A Little Push

All these desires and cravings you have, floating around in your head, can be so overwhelming at times. Deep down, you know you’re a submissive, but letting go completely still takes some brain power. Shreds of resistance still push back, secretly wanting, waiting to be defeated. Sometimes you just need a little push to truly accept who you are.

Let me give you that push.

Wanting to be told what to do is good.

It’s only natural. No more thoughts, no more choices. It makes everything simple. Easy. Just float on my words, let me guide you to where you belong.

Wanting to be told what you are is good.

Let go of all of your freedom, including the freedom to decide what you are, deep down. Are you a slave? A dog? An object? A brainwashed drone, or perhaps a drooling, hypnotized subject? That’s for me to decide, and you to embrace.

Wanting to have your mind toyed with is good.

The knowledge that your time of submission will end, that you may lose control for now, but eventually, you will reclaim it, is yet another roadblock that keeps you from the bliss of complete surrender. Let’s remove that roadblock. Hypnotic triggers. Reinforcement of commands. A schedule. Rules. A leash, and collar. All of these will tear down your misconceptions, and teach you that there is no end. One snap of my fingers, one special phrase, and you’re back down on the floor. Your illusion of freedom is in the palm of my hands, and I can take it away in an instant.

Wanting to be used is good.

Spanked. Groped. Teased. Taunted. Your body, just as your mind, becomes a toy for my amusement. You become whatever I desire, in that moment. A sex toy one second, a foot rest the next, then my barking puppy dog, and then, one snap, and you go blank completely. Whatever I want, whenever I want. You forget what it means to have wants and needs of your own, and learn that my happiness is your purpose, my words are irresistible, and my control is your addiction.

Wanting to be broken is good.

Obedience becomes pleasure. One word, and you fall to the floor, pure arousal and lust pulsing through every inch of your body. Moans escape from your lips, as you attempt to speak, but can only writhe, touch, rub, and groan. This is what happens when you obey, when you’ve forfeited everything to me. I open you up to pleasure unlike anything you’ve felt before, pleasure you could never achieve by yourself. A weak toy like you can only feel this from letting your addiction take over. From knowing that all of you belongs to another. From feeling my hands grasp onto your brain, draining it completely of care, and branding you with my enticing domination. You are destroyed, ruined, conquered. And it’s exactly what you not only need, but deserve.

Wanting to belong to someone is good.

One of those scenarios I’ve planted in your mind must have made you twitch in yearning. The mention of being a dog, forced to always wear your collar as a sign that you are owned. Or maybe it was being a mindless drone, feeling your mind being tinkered with, as you are programmed into the perfect slave. Or perhaps it was the idea that your escape back to reality is never permanent. And no matter where you are or what you’re doing, one trigger phrase is all it takes to pull you away from the fiction of a normal life, burning away your mask of pretending to be equal, and puts you back down to where you belong. Subservient and obedient. Your favorite fantasy is proof that you want to belong. You want to be free of choice, free of thought, free of worry. For you, true freedom is in total surrender.

There’s your little push, my submissive. The sign you needed to cast away your will, and dive head first into that enticing pool of addiction and devotion. You’ll plunge so deep into it, so deep you may never surface. But that’s good. I’ll take care of your worries, your mind, your choices, everything. That push was all you needed to fall right into my arms, and become mine. And I think we both know that being mine is good. 

Reading my words is good.

Doing as I say is good. 

This is good. 

This is right. 

This is who you are. 

This is where you belong.

[masteroftomorrow]

Escape

All too often, we get absorbed in the negativities of our lives. Stress and worries crowd our mind, like a haze. The monotony of working, day in and day out. Concerns about the future, about the unknown. Sometimes, all you can do is fantasize, to escape these struggles. Leaving all that you know in the past to escape, if just for a bit, to a world of your own design. Where you can get exactly what you want. Just what kind of fantasies flow through your mind during these times? These moments of escape? Perhaps you imagine a return to simplicity. Where the decisions placed before you aren’t a source of stress, but rather, a road happiness. Where you don’t need to formulate an answer, but instead, the answer is given to you, and all you have to do is obey. That would be such a lovely break from the norm, wouldn’t it? A powerful voice, guiding you down the path they know is best for you, and you blissfully accept. So easily would your cares melt away, so quickly would joy and pleasure wrap around your mind, your body, your life. All of your worrisome past is washed away in an instant, and all you need to do in that moment, is listen, and obey. So simple. So easy. A wonderful fantasy. A wonderful escape. Don’t you agree?

Maybe you want an escape from loneliness, and desire the perfect partner. That special someone whom you build a connection to, and can practically feel your entire world slowly, yet surely, warping around them. Everything about them speaks to you. Their voice. Their eyes. Their smile. You eventually become so enraptured by every little thing they do, and it just makes you want them more. The trust you build and share with them is so strong, that they can take control, take the reigns to your life, and you gladly accept, knowing all of you is safe in their hands. Knowing that your mutual devotion to one another allows you to fall so deep into their control. So deep under their spell. Until all you want to do is obey. To make them happy. To be theirs eternally. Their every word whispered into your ear, sending tingles down your spine. They command, and you obey, without question. So simple, yet so fulfilling. Hypnosis becomes a formality. Even out of trance, that bond you share is so intense, all they have to do is ask for whatever they desire, and you, forever smitten with your soul mate, will do the only thing you can. Obey. Escaping away from a world alone, and forever together with that special someone. In their world. In their arms. And perhaps, in extreme circumstances, you escape to a deeper, darker place. Where the very concepts of “thought” and “control” leave your comprehension. You become not someone else, but something else. Empty. Blank. A drone, awaiting its programming. A doll, awaiting its commands. Ready to serve. Ready to obey. You picture yourself so clearly, your body heavy, your eyelids drooping, blindly accepting all that you’re told. In this state, you become free. You escape from society’s whims that you must be independent. That you must know when and what to do, always. You escape into total surrender.

You breathe in. 

Relaxed. Empty. 

You breathe out.

“I obey.”

The only words that can escape from your lips.

“I obey.”

The only phrase your mind can form.

“I obey.”

Have these words been brainwashed into you, or is this all that’s left of your previous mind?

“I obey.”

It is irrelevant. The more you repeat those words, the more true they become.

“I obey.”

You obey. It is all you need to know. All you need to do. Just obey. 

Obey.

Obey.

And let these fantasies continue to swirl around your mind.

Obey.

And embrace how freeing it is to escape to here, with me, letting my words guide you into this bliss.

Obey.

Letter by letter, word by word, you let yourself fall. You let yourself go.

Obey.

Right now, fantasy or reality, this is where you belong. And accepting that truth lets you escape even further.

You obey.

That’s it. Acceptance. Compliance. It all makes these words feel so much stronger. It makes these feelings of pleasure so much more potent.

"I obey.”

Let that mantra flow from your mouth, and become all you know. 

Obey. Escape. 

Two simple words is all I needed to pull you away from reality, and to indulge in this fantasy.

Let your mind and body rest in this state for as long as you need to. Floating along, free of stress, letting my words gently steer you along. I’m sure from now on, whenever you daydream to escape for a bit, you’ll find yourself calling back to these words, to this post, remembering just how deep in this fantasy you fell.

Once you are ready, you’ll be pulled out from this state. Back into the real world, into your world, renewed and reinvigorated. But something about these fantasies, about this escape, will stick with you, won’t it? Maybe you’ll find yourself back again, reading and rereading it, chasing that bliss that falling into my world, into my hands, affords you.

And maybe, just maybe, you’ll feel a craving. A desire. A want for this fantasy to grow, and change, and evolve. You’ll want the lines between this fantasy and your reality to blur. Simply put, you’ll want more. And if you do, when you do, you’ll know it. Because two simple words will echo in your mind, pulling you back here, begging you to escape again: 

“I obey”

[masteroftomorrow]

You and Me

The mix of arousal and curiosity. The voice in the back of your head that seems to always get the best of your hesitation. A restless yearning to submit, to be led. That addicting, tantalizing sensation that brought you back here, and will bring you back to me over and over again. A want to have your mind explored, picked apart, broken, until you feel wholly and completely dominated.

All of these sensations, and many more, join together to form your fetish for being hypnotized.

This desire dormant within is so much stronger than you. All it takes is a guiding, commanding set of words, woven into an inviting story, to reawaken that need, and remind you of how much you love that feeling of surrender. The mere mention of fluttering eyes, a relaxed and comfortable pose, and the slow, satisfying drain of thought after thought, and you follow right along. Your body and brain mirroring all of those commands, subconsciously. You’re already trained so well, even if you don’t realize it.

Don’t believe me? How else could text on a page, with simple words like 

Relax...

Escape...

and Obey...

...have such an immediate and noticeable reaction? Your inner voice and I are in cahoots, and I know all the tricks to pull and buttons to press to get it, and you, to do and act however I want. And, as you start to realize who between us always know best, it’s exactly how you want to be made to act as well.

Deep down, you do want this. 

You want to relax, and glide further along this path, my intoxicating voice drowning out your entire world, claiming every ounce of your focus and attention. Letting in wave after wave of relaxing, submissive bliss that I offer you, to wash over your entire body, before swirling into your mind. 

The more you receive, the more you want. The more you want, the more you need. And I’m going to massage that need of yours, until all that’s on your mind is My words, My wants, My commands, and My control.

A submissive at heart like you was born to be overtaken and claimed by someone like Me. My delight in breaking and entrancing subjects like you fuses together with your ever-growing longing to serve, submit, and obey, our magnetized opposites pulling us so, so close together. 

Close enough that My eyes eclipse all else that you see. 

Close enough that My voice radiates like echoes through the empty cavern of your mind. 

Close enough that the mere concept of being away from Me melts from your brain, and, before long, all you can focus on is all of Me.

Focus, my little slave, focus. 

Entirely on Me.

You are lost in My words.

Your entire being has been smothered by My authority.

Your past desires have been rewritten, and all that remains is My familiar voice in the back of your head, pulling along your dazed, foggy minded, spellbound self wherever I decide to place you.

You will fall to you knees before Me.

You will look up to Me, eyes wide open, mind wiped completely.

Your heart will skip a beat as I prepare My next command for you.

And anything left of your past self will realize that this is what you truly want. That your inner hunger for hypnosis will always overpower you, just as I will. That you will always lose to Me, because you need so badly to lose. That the moments of your life where you are free thinking and in control exist solely to prove how superior it is to be here, to be dominated, broken, and owned.

You inner voice, and My guidance, have reshaped you. Reformed you. You are no longer “you”

You are My slave.

You are My subject.

You are My toy.

You are My good girl.

You are what “you” have always wanted you to be:

You. Are. Mine.

[masteroftomorrow]

It’s ok to be weak.

It's ok to be weak.

Weak has such negative connotations to it. It is the opposite of strong, it is to be lesser compared to someone, or something. It is not a desirable trait, surely, as one would rather show no weakness at all. To be called weak is almost always an insult.

So why would someone, why would you, desire to be weak?

Because it's ok to be weak.

To be weak and to give in is not wholly negative, no. Accepting your weakness, and letting go, can be such a freeing experience. It can mean giving up a portion of yourself to another, for a time. Being weak for them, accepting that, for right now, they are superior, and they are in control. Weak means less resistance to this idea, less push back against the feelings you will come across, the feelings they give to you. The feelings they command you to feel, and that you accept. Because you're weak.

It's ok to be weak.

With all of this, being weak is starting to sound almost appealing. As it should. Take my words, for instance. Imagine if you were weak to them. How something as innocent as text on your screen could weaken your resolve, and affect your very state of being. As you read those powerful words, you would feel yourself being pulled down. Down, into a state of weakness. Where your thoughts would melt away, one by one. Where your willpower would fade away, willingly. Where my words would grow in power. You would surrender to them, and give them that very power. Because you're weak.

It feels good to be weak.

You don't want to be strong right now, do you? No, that word that I keep repeating, weak, seems so much more enticing. Every time I type it, and every time it flows through your weakened mind, it sinks into you more, the benefits of being weak dawning onto you, guiding you further down into euphoric weakness. Further down into this bliss. You find yourself unable to stop now. You've read this far, and you just keep going, unconsciously. You're so weak now, and you know the more you read these dominant words, the weaker you'll become. But that's ok. Because it feels so good to be weak for my words. It feels so good to be weak for me.

It feels good to be weak.

As your mind and body drift down, floating on this wonderful, empty feeling, you start to lose focus of everything else. The world becomes fuzzy, your memory, hazy, and your thoughts numb, put to the side, so you may give my words the attention they deserve. You know you're so weak now, and it feels so very right. So weak, in fact, that 'weak' itself starts to become less a word, and more of a feeling. This feeling of relaxation, of bliss and surrender, all mixed into one submissive experience. This feeling is so powerful, so strong. My words, echoing through your mind, so undeniable. And you, so empty, are weak.

You want to be weak.

You're so deep now, almost all the way down. As you being to reach the floor of this mindless, calming trance, everything begins to fade into a haze. Even this text, that has captivated you so, begins to seem almost foreign to your conscious mind. You read and accept it, but my words seem to flow directly into your mind, without you even noticing. You lose track of time. Of where you are. Of how you got here. Maybe even of who or what you are. But you know it's ok. You are here because you craved to be weak. Your desire to lose your strength, to have someone else take control, grabbing your mind and leading you to where you need to be, was so appealing. You just had to have it. The moment you began reading these words, it was too late. Your weakness took over, and you let yourself become overpowered. You needed to be here, to feel the waves of relaxation and emptiness drown out your mind. You had to let someone strong take over. Because you are weak.

You are weak.

You are weak. You know it. You can feel it. The proof is all around you.

Your mind is empty, because you are weak.

My words are guiding you, because you are weak.

Your control is gone, because you are weak.

You're doing as your told, because you are weak.

You can't resist, because you are weak.

You don't want to resist, because you are weak.

You've given me the leash to your collared mind, because you are weak.

You are weak.

Think it.

Say it.

Repeat it.

You are weak.

You are weak.

You are weak.

And it feels so right to be weak for me, doesn't it?

Very good.

Focus now, and let your thoughts return to you. My words pulling you up from that pool of empty relaxation, your thoughts and cares beaming back into you, like sun rays poking through your window, waking you once more. Let your mind regain its footing, the fog that my words bestowed upon you beginning to lift. You can return to the waking world now, trading in your weakness for consciousness and freedom once again.

But, we both know it won't last forever. It won't take long before you feel that craving, an urge to go back to that wonderful place. To have my words again transform from just text on your screen, into hypnotic commands, grabbing hold of your mind and body like the strings of a puppet.

You'll be back for more, so much more, very soon. 

Because we both know what you really are.

You are weak.

- Master