“You dont seem all that happy with the choice of outfit provided for you this evening boy, which is a shame because Ithink you wear it rather well… which is of course why I picked it out for you in the first place… is that going to be a problem, my little embarrassed boy…?”
“No no, you need to look at me, not the camera, and this shoulder should be a bit lower.. like this… and don’t forget to smile - remember, you’re having fun!”
It was all a bit intense, being directed this way and that, but the guy knew what he was doing and who was he to question his vision? Truth be told, on a deeper level he realised he actually quite liked following his instructions…
“Oh good, I see you were able to follow the instructions correctly. That’s a good start. If you’ll please follow me we can get you settled in and start you off straight away… no point wasting any time is there? Just leave your bag here in the hall, one of the other boys will collect it in a moment and lock it away for safekeeping… don’t worry, I can assure you that you’ll not be needing anything in it during your time here… ”
He could sense master walking with purpose up the corridor to let him into the flat.
Time seemed to slow down. The embarrassed boy was nervous and excited to enter sir’s flat and all the wicked and debauched activities that lay beyond the front door, but right now he secretly hoped this current moment would last forever…
Pic 5 is another hot pic about connection and understanding between a boy and SIR. I chose this one as something that would turn SIR on because there is probably a lot going on in the boys head - why he’s in a hallway practicing oral on a dildo. But there’s no reason. It’s because SIR wants the boy too. Many times i have questioned SIR and have learned the hard way that there’s always a method to his madness. In this pic i feel like SIR is obviously teaching him the right way to suck cock. But SIR is standing there adding humiliation and discipline and perhaps verbal abuse and cues. And who knows - maybe his guests are coming soon and he wants his boy ready.
Another unsuspecting victim has been drawn into the world of the online AI master, trawling the web for susceptible submissive boys to enslave. This one is happily modelling his underwear collection for “master” unaware that he’s performing for a machine. Perhaps ignorance is bliss though, as he seems only too happy to follow the endless stream of instructions he is provided with.
All the while, the AI is collecting the images for its database, for use in luring even more candidates for the collection… and it was ony getting smarter with each new acquisition…
“Good.” said his roomate, their soothing tone never really rising beyond a loud whisper, “now, show my friends just how bigandstrongyou are…”
The boy flexed his muscles instinctivly, without question, or hesitation, as he had done so many times before since he had moved in with his new pal. Come to think of it, he did a lot of things without questioning it since he’d moved into their apartment…
He stripped off each day upon entering the hallway, folded his clothes neatly into the hall closet and took his rightful place on his knees at the entrance to the lounge, all without asking why he felt compelled to do this… he never questioned the constant stream of guests over, checking him out, or the requests to perform for them when requested… no, not requested… instructed…
Yes, in truth he’d had some hesitation about moving in with a hypnotist, but luckily that sort of new age mumbo jumbo didn’t work on bigandstrongtypes… like himself…
