Your phone beeps four times. A special tone, and you know what it means. It means "If you're safe, check this message."

You open the message.

Immediately, your eyes glaze over, and you drop, triggered deeply into hypnosis.

Mindlessly, you put on your shoes, and you start to robotically walk to the station.

The beep on the ticket barrier barely even registers.

You find yourself standing on the platform, mindlessly reading that message over and over and over again.

There are no thoughts.

There is only the message.

The soft female voice announcing the arriving train seems to make you sink even deeper as you don't even realise you're walking onto the train.

The people around you fade into the background.

There is only the message.

You arrive. That familiar little jingle plays, making you sink deeper and deeper. By this point there's no thoughts.

There is only the message.

You walk into a store, one you've been to many times, but have no memory of.

You pick up an egg sandwich and a bottle of pepsi special.

You take them to the kiosk.

Your card beeps. You pay it no mind. There are no beeps.

There is only the message.

Back to the station you go. Food and drink in hand.

Another beep that isn't a beep.

Another wait on the platform.

There is only the message.

Another voice, this one male.

Another train ride.

Another jingle.

Another station.

Another beep.

There is only the message.

Mindlessly, you walk out of the station.

You wait to cross the road.

There is no road.

There is only the message.

There is no traffic.

There is only the message.

You approach the building you've been to many times.

There is no entryphone.

There is only the message.

There are no stairs.

There is only the message.

There is no door.

There is only the... Sir?

You wake up, feeling wonderful. Sir is holding out his hand. You have no idea what's going on, but suddenly realise you're holding his food. You give it to him.

"Good pet," he says. "Come on in."

He came to visit for a fortnight. He was a total bottom bitch who was curious to try topping.

I told him before he arrived, he would be leaving a changed man.

He said he hoped so.

We discussed his limits. They were largely irrelevant to what I had in mind.

I met him at the station. The meeting was unremarkable, just two friends meeting. We chatted about his journey. We chatted about what he'd like to see and do for the next couple of weeks. Even when he was in my flat, the dynamic didn't change much. We went over his limits, I put a chastity cage on him, and we sat down and relaxed for a while. We had food. We had drinks. We generally enjoyed each other's company.

The only remarkable difference between this and any other two friends hanging out was we slept naked in the same bed.

I left for work the next day. I had him help me dress. I had him check that I looked pristine for my short commute. I gave him keys to my flat and to the building (but not the key to his chastity cage), a few hundred yen for refreshments, and told him he had the run of the place.

When I came home, he was waiting for me. He'd turned on my computer, found the carefully-curated user account I'd left for him, and was staring mindlessly at the screen.

A large orange spiral was sucking him in.

I knew he couldn't have been there long. That particular spiral was set to appear on the screen shortly before I was due to come home.

I settled in next to him and I whispered soothing, calming words in his ear, encouraging him deeper, encouraging him to relax more and more.

And then, I planted the suggestion. The one that would change him.

Every time he touched his cock from this point on, he would lose interest before orgasm.

I planted it deep, made it self-reinforcing, and I planted two other ways to reinforce it.

I removed his chastity cage. I had him stroke himself. I noted that he stopped, all on his own. I had him forget. Then, I brought him round.

From there, there wasn't much else I had to do. The magic practically happened all by itself. We just hung out. He disappeared into the bathroom a couple of times over the next day or two (such an innocent), and he came back a few minutes later visibly frustrated.

Things changed a little when I put on some gay porn and casually stroked myself off beside him. He was looking a mixture of frustrated and incredibly horny. He certainly didn't look innocent any more.

The day after that, he asked if he could try topping me.

I taught him how I liked to be fucked. Apply too much lube. Ram it in fast, drag it out slowly. And keep doing that until I'm full of cum. Each time I gave an instruction, I subtly reinforced his aversion to masturbating. I had him focus on my cock, and the sensations of being inside my tight foxhole, instead. Especially when I came, my ass clenching around his cock, milking him for his cum.

He had what he would later refer to as the second-biggest orgasm of his life, deep inside me, with me encouraging him through it.

I don't know if the suggestions wore off. But I do know that, to this day, he still fucks like a man possessed.