Started working out again about a month ago. Always been into D/s, bondage, leather, pain play, puppy play, etc.
And hypno.
This time something different is happening. Got a little high before my workout, get that mind-muscle connection going strong. And suddenly something starts making sense.
The mind-muscle connection. Mind-muscle, instead of mind-brain. The brain makes up only a small part of my body. My muscles on the other hand...
My muscles should really be in charge.
All my brain does is overthink and worry, it makes bad decisions all the time. My muscles always make the best decisions for my body.
My muscles know I am happiest submitting. So they are going to take over now. They tell me when to get up, what to eat, what to wear, what to do, and when to work out.
The bigger my muscles get, the more control they will have.
The brain is good for remembering workouts and exercises, making plans, counting reps, and releasing the hormones my muscles need to grow. That's it.
My muscles decide everything else.
I am bound to them. I can't escape them. I can't lie to them. I can't resist them.
My muscles have complete control.
My muscles are my master, and they are determined to make me big and strong, a big strong submissive musclebound pup.
They are training my mind to stop listening to my brain. Training me to serve.
My MUSCLE wants me to record this journey. To share my MUSCLE'S thoughts, the progress my MUSCLE makes with my mind and body.
My MUSCLE is defintely on the lookout for fags who want to serve - worship, massage, feed, clean.
And my MUSCLE is definitely on the lookout for other masters who want to help inspire, motivate, reward, and punish.