Voting is Hard

Master had just come home when my phone rang. I myself had arrived half an hour prior, barely having the time to undress completely, shower for Master, and put on my leather collar and nothing else before sitting in the kitchen to wait for his arrival.

A few people from my work were getting together in the evening and asked if I wanted to join in.

“Wait a sec”, I told Anya, putting the call on hold.

I hated to burden Master with questions when he came back from work. As he came into the kitchen, I knelt as was the rule to ask permission for something. I waited for him to acknowledge my request. He walked to the sink, washed his hands and then came in front of me. I kept my gaze down the whole time. I had been living with Master for a full year now, and he was proud of the progress I was making. Becoming more and more of an obedient mindless slave for Master was fulfilling me beyond belief. Every time he was telling me he was pleased with me, my life was making sense, my world a little bit brighter.

“What is it, slave ?”, Master asked while petting my bowed head.

“Master, Anya called and she was asking if your slave would be available in the evening to go out”, I simply stated.

“Tell Anya that you are not. I have a heavy training session prepared for you tonight”, he said before turning around and getting something out of the fridge.

“Yes, Master”, I replied respectfully, feeling deeply thankful that Master spent so much time training me. I did not giving a second thought to going out. Between Master and them, the choice was easy.

Without standing back up, as Master had not given me permission to do so, I pressed the ‘Hold’ button.

“Anya, it is not possible for me tonight”, I said because obeying Master was everything.

“Come on, Kath, it is Friday ! Come have some fun with us !”, Anya sounded tipsy already.

Kath… that name felt so foreign to me. No one knew about Master and me even though I never hid my obedience and my submission when it public. I was just more… subtle. I would act as requested, whether in private or in public. The fact that our relationship remained private was solely because Master wanted it that way. For now.

“No, Anya. We have other plans. Have fun !”, I answered and then promptly hung up.

I placed the phone in my hands and then put my hands up at forehead a level. It was a ritual, a routine. Every evening, when Master would come home, I would offer him my cellphone. It was my idea, and that suggestion had pleased him very much. A way to show him my utmost devotion, a way to show that from that moment on, my entire focus was on him. Master had been so kind as to reward me handsomely that night, to show how pleased he was with my willingness to devote myself entirely to him, but also because, he said, I had made him proud. He had said the fact I took it upon myself to make that suggestion showed how much of his training I was absorbing. I had been elated as was always the case when making Master happy.

I closed my eyes and waited for him to come and take the phone from my hands which he did. As always, he checked what I had done on it during the day. I had nothing to hide from Master. I was his, and I had no personal belongings per se. This phone was called mine, but really, I owned nothing.

“You may stand, slave”, he started as I slowly stood up. “I am pleased to see how you did not hesitate or whine to go out with the girls”, he continued.

During my first months being trained by Master, I would have replied right away something of the likes of “Of course not, Master”, and feeling offended by the remark. Little did I know then that this was not true submission. True submission is to accept what Master says, to never speak before being spoken to unless it is to thank Master, and to never, ever let my own emotions lash out or raise my voice to him. I had learned so much self-control, and I had Master to thank for that. He had literally changed my life and made me a better person.

“Thank you, Master”, I said, now standing up but my head still bowed down.

“Very well. Prepare dinner and serve it in the dining room. I will get everything ready for tonight. As I told you, I have quite a lot to do with you before the night is over”.

“Right away, Master. Thank you for your time, Master”, I added. I always added “Thank you for your time, Master” because I truly felt he was taking so much of his precious time to train an inferior slave like me. And I was humbled by that. I was simply making sure to voice it every chance I was getting. 

For the last years, Master had trained me so well using not only hypnosis but rewards and punishments. I had learned my place. I was not only obedient and submissive but also very, very good at focussing on one task at a time. My level of concentration on a single task was unmatched. I was making Master so pleased each time I would do something without realizing anything going on around. Almost like I had been in a trance… Master had taught me that more than one tasks at a time was too much for me. So I only paid attention to what I was preparing without noticing at all what he was doing. As I was going back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room, I saw him, of course I saw him (how could I not ?), but what he was doing did not register in my brain. It wasn’t important. It was above me.

When the table was set and the food was on the table, my attention snapped completely on him. I was in the position he had taught me when I had no more tasks and I was meant to wait patiently for my next instructions. I was standing, hands behind my back, legs spread apart, my eyes fixated on Master waiting eagerly for his words. I was staring at him but did not even try to make sense of what he was doing. It was not my place to think about such things. I was simply admiring, worshipping him, how he moved. He was the most handsome person I had ever met. Everything about him was seducing me every time I was looking at him.

“Come and sit now”, Master said pulling my plastic chair, one of those chairs with curved seats, giving you the feeling you were sitting in the chair.

I moved as instructed. As soon as I sat down, I felt an oily texture under my thighs and my ass cheeks. I had a little gasp, but so subtle Master did not correct me for it. Master knew me well… he knew that when my skin was oily, and in contact with something just as oily, my arousal was skyrocketing. Never knew why, but was always like that. The moment my skin touched the sleekness of the oil on the plastic and my skin, my libido hit me like a ton of bricks. Master knew this. He knew me more than I knew myself.

“I know… feels good, doesn’t it, little slut ?”, he said as he was pushing the chair under the table.

“Yes… yes, Master”, I whispered.

“Hands flat on the table. They will remain there. Spread your legs as wide as you can”.

I refrained from moaning - the oily contact was so good. I spread my legs as wide as I could, looking straight in front of me. Without a word, Master placed some type of large cuff around my right thigh, and then cuffed me to the leg table right next to it. He did the same to my left thigh. That put me into a position where I was spread as wide as possible, my ass, my anus and the entrance of my vagina being in constant contact with the oiled plastic which made me see stars.

“Now… you will not move from this position”, Master ordered as he was walking to his side of the table. “I am so hungry”, he said as he sat down at his seat, a luscious red velvet throne right in front of me (I always loved the fact that Master had placed his throne slightly higher than my plastic chair.) It felt so good to look up to him at all times.

Master started eating the meal I had served him. I looked at him, feeling hungry but not caring about it as he was allowed to treat me any way he wished. I had been ordered not to move, I wasn’t going to. He stared at me, probably examining that I wasn’t moving. I kept my body completely still, although sometimes my anus and my pussy would quiver without my say-so. The oil felt so amazing… I was so aroused, so turned on. I focussed on Master eating his food. He was pleased, I could tell, and that filled me with joy. I did not care about my hunger. It was his pleasure that mattered.

When he was about half way done, he told me to eat using one hand, keeping the other one flat on the table. I did as instructed, keeping the rest of my body completely still. It was a true exercise of will not to move anything else as I was afraid to drop something on me. But Master was getting what Master ordered. My anxieties were irrelevant.

When he was done eating, and as was the rule, I put down my own fork. I had not eaten as much as I usually did, but it was the way it was. I wasn’t allowed to eat when Master was done. I placed my hand back on the table, trying to forget how turned on I was by the oil on my skin.

Master stood up, went in the kitchen, came back with a little flask and came next to me.

“Swallow this for me, slave, I need you to be extra open for me tonight. This is a little something with a name too complicated for you to understand, but that will make you easier to play with. And playing with you pleases me so much”, Master said as he grabbed my hair with his fist to pull my head a bit backwards.

“Yes, Master”, I said, feeling even more aroused knowing he would please himself with me tonight.

After such intense training and conditioning, I wasn’t questioning anything Master did. I trusted him so I simply opened my mouth as he poured a liquid in. I was used to swallowing what he gave me to drink without closing my mouth. Master was insistent on that to show that I was swallowing it all like a good little slut. So I did just that. And I stuck my tongue as was procedure to show there was nothing left.

As soon as I swallowed the liquid, Master's hand released my hair and gently closed my eyes. "Relax, slave, let the drink penetrate you… relax your body, you don’t have to remain completely immobile anymore," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "What is important now is to just listen to my words."

“Yes, Master”, I nodded, my mind already starting to fog up from the effects of the liquid. 

Master's fingers began to play around my clit, softly circling it in a gentle, teasing motion. I felt a surge of arousal, my body responding to his touch despite my growing dizziness. I did not have much liberty of movement so I was grinding my anus on the oily surface while Master toyed around my clit without ever touching it. I was slowly going out of my mind.

"You're a slut, ready to serve," Master whispered, his voice low and hypnotic. "You only think of how you can please me. You can only focus on what I do to you at the moment."

I felt my mind starting to blank out, my thoughts growing cloudy and disjointed. The sensations were too good. Master's words were the only thing that made sense, the only thing that I could focus on. That and his fingers… and the oil on my anus…

"You're a vessel for my pleasure," Master continued, his fingers still stroking around my clit. "You're a tool for me to use, a means to an end. You're just a slut, a slave, a thing."

I felt myself becoming more and more aroused, my body responding to Master's words and touch. I was dripping wet, my pussy throbbing with need.

"Repeat it, little slut," Master whispered, his voice low and commanding. "Repeat what I just said."

I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a vessel for your pleasure, a tool for you to use, a means to an end. I'm just a slut, a slave, a thing”, I repeated, some words sounding more like moans than words.

Master's fingers continued to play with my pussy, keeping me on the edge of arousal but not stimulating me enough to give pleasure. I was completely focused on his touch, his words, my mind blank and open to his suggestions.

"Good girl," Master whispered, his voice full of approval. "You're such a little slut, aren’t you ? Tell me what you are thinking about right now”, Master ordered.

I tried to think… thinking was so hard. I… I did not know… was I thinking ? Fingers… so good… my pussy… my anus… everything felt so good.

“Mmm… Pleasure, Master”, I simply answered.

“A slut doesn’t think, does she ? She feels… she obeys and she feels…”

“Yes… Master…”, I whispered.

“Now, just relax and let me take control. Let me do what I want to you, and you just focus on pleasing me. You can do that can’t you ?”, Master asked.

“Yes… Master”, I nodded. I was completely open to Master's suggestions, ready to do whatever he wanted me to do… whatever it would be.

"Now, little slut," Master whispered, his voice low and hypnotic. "I want you to listen to me carefully. I want you to focus on my words, and only on my words. Can you do that for me?"

I nodded, my mind foggy from the effects of the liquid and Master’s ministrations. But I was determined to please Master, to do whatever he wanted me to do.

"Good girl," Master said, his voice full of approval. "Now, I want you to imagine that you're a vessel, a container for my words and my desires. I want you to open yourself up to me, to let me fill you with my thoughts and my wishes."

I felt myself becoming more and more open, more and more receptive to Master's words, visualizing Master’s words penetrating me and flowing through me. Master's fingers continued to play with my pussy. I was completely focused on his touch, my mind blank and open to his suggestions.

"Good girl," Master said, his voice full of approval. "You're doing great. Now, let's move on to the next step of tonight’s training”, he said as he looked down to my pussy. Then he exclaimed, “Well, well, well… look what a mess you made of your chair…”, his tone disapproving.

I looked down, feeling confused and a little bit foggy, like under a slight trance, and I saw that my chair was soaking wet. I seemed to remember this was there before… or was it ? I wasn’t sure now…

“You are so wet about tonight’s training, aren’t you, dirty slut ?”, he said laughing at me.

“I… Yes, Master”, feeling shame washing over me as I noticed the chair was full of my juices. I had never been so wet in my life… I had never soiled a chair so badly… 

“Do you understand why you only can be entrusted with a plastic chair ? You are such a dirty little bitch… I will have to clean you before we proceed. You certainly cannot be trusted”, Master added, making me feel so badly for having disappointed him.

“No, Master”, I said bowing my head.

He untied my thighs and then he told me to remain in that position. He left the room, and when he came back, he had my spray bottle (he always had it ready for when I soiled myself like now), a brush and a towel.

“Look at you… stand up slowly to not put your juices everywhere…”, he ordered, and as I obeyed, he came behind me to slowly pull the chair backwards.

“Now keep those hands flat on the table, bend over and spread those legs while I spray you. I am not touching your filthy cunt until you are cleaned up and ready to use again. Toys should always be cleaned, especially for training purposes, don’t you think, slave ?”

“Yes, Master”, I said, hands flat on the table and slightly bent forward.

I felt the cold spray hit me but I did not react. I had learned to be quiet especially when I had made a mess Master needed to clean by himself. I was so humiliated. This was no job for a Master. It was my fault… and I felt so confused about it all. The spray hit me over and over and over again. I felt something brushing me hard. Then Master threw a towel on the floor next to me. 

“Dry yourself, and then come join me in the living room for the second part of your training”, Master ordered.

“Yes, Master”, I replied bowing my head as he was leaving for the living room. 

I bent down and retrieved the towel. I wasn’t remembering the evening in details so far. I was trying to focus on the task at hand. I was good at that. I dried myself. Then I put the towel away. I would normally have cleaned the mess I had made and the table along with the dishes, but Master had not told me to do that. So I joined him in the living room. He was sitting on the couch, as usual. He spread his legs and told me to sit on the floor his back to him, facing the TV, which I did. When asked to sit down between his legs like that, my required position was to have my legs straight in front of me, flat on the ground, not bent at the knee, and closed together with my hands holding Master’s legs on each side of my body. He called it the “attention pose”, or the “learning pose”. In that position, I was to focus on nothing else but content that would be presented to me, to listen to it carefully as I might be quizzed about it later on.

“Tonight”, Master began, “we're going to watch some TED talks together about the importance of voting," he said, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "I want you to pay close attention and learn as much as you can. This is a VERY serious matter."

“Yes, Master”, I said and I felt deep to my core that I was eager to please Master and learn from the talks. I felt much more… what ?, awake maybe (?) than earlier. Master was asking me to focus, I was good at focussing.

Master took the remote and opened an application. Then he opened a video and closed the lights in the living room. The lights of the giant TV screen in the darkness hurt my eyes for a second but I knew it would help me focus on nothing else. The TED talk logo appeared, and I stared at the TV as I was expected to.

The first talk began, and I listened intently as the speaker discussed the history of voting rights in the United States. I found it fascinating, and I was able to follow along easily. The speaker's words were like a gentle stream, flowing smoothly and making sense. 

“Such a good girl…”, I heard those words as if coming from everywhere while I kept on watching the talk. I felt at peace and so aroused at feeling I was doing well.

As the first talk ended, the screen went dark. Then a notification for a commercial came on. Suddenly, I was seeing some kind of flashing lights and then a publicity for a porn site. I could hear the words “cum slut”, “cock sucker”, “Master’s cum dump” repeated over and over a gain as I saw woman after woman sucking cocks hungrily. I couldn’t look away. The images were turning me on so much, i couldn’t think of anything else.

“Focus…”, came the voice again.

The commercial ended and the second talk began. It was similar to the first one, and I found myself nodding along as the speaker discussed the impact of voter suppression and voter ID laws on marginalized communities. I couldn’t get the images I had just seen out of my head but I was still able to focus enough to feel a surge of outrage and empathy for the victims, and I knew that I was understanding the topic.

“Such a good girl…”, the voice told me again, and again I felt so good.

The same commercial came on once again. The lights seemed even brighter to me. And the words seemed to come from closer, like a voice in my head. All I could see were these women sucking cocks like their lives depended on it.

“Such a dirty cum slut”, said the voice.

“I am such a dirty cum slut”, I repeated without thinking, unable to help myself

The third talk began right after. And something shifted. The speaker's words started to sound like a jumbled mess, a cacophony of sounds that didn't make sense. I felt my mind struggling to keep up, but it was like trying to grasp a handful of sand - the more I tried to hold on, the more it slipped away.

"...and so, the dichotomy between the haves and have-nots is exacerbated by the systemic inequalities that perpetuate the status quo," the speaker said, their words blurring together into a meaningless jumble. "This is further complicated by the intersectionality of oppression, which creates a matrix of domination that is both invisible and insidious."

I felt my eyes glazing over, my mind numb and unresponsive. I was hearing the words, but they weren't making sense. It was like listening to a foreign language, one that I couldn't understand.

"...the hegemony of neoliberalism has created a culture of consent, in which the oppressed are complicit in their own oppression," the speaker continued. "This is a classic example of the Stockholm syndrome, in which the captive identifies with their captor and begins to see their own oppression as a form of liberation."

I felt my mind reeling, my thoughts melting. I couldn’t understand those words…

Then the commercial return… and women sucking and sucking…

“Such a dirty slut…”, I heard the voice telling me as I was staring at the women sucking cock.

“I am such a dirty slut”, I heard myself say dreamily, thinking that those words were so easy to understand. So simple…

My focus during the fourth talk was even worse, the speaker's words blurring together into a maddening jumble of sounds. I felt my mind getting blank, unable to comprehend such hard, hard words.

"...the hyperreality of modern politics has created a simulacrum of democracy, in which the appearance of freedom and choice masks the reality of oppression and control," the speaker said, their words like a distant hum in my ear. "This is a classic example of the spectacle, in which the masses are distracted from the reality of their oppression by a dazzling display of images and ideologies."

I felt myself slipping further and further away from reality, my mind lost in a sea of confusion. Maybe that was too much for my brain. I couldn’t understand that, could I ? I started feeling so nervous at disappointing Master.

The commercial came back, to my relief. I felt so at home looking at a woman worshiping her Master’s cock. Because that is what I was seeing, wasn’t it ? There were differences in that commercial… oh ! Masters were coming on their slaves who opened their mouths to swallow respectfully.

“Master’s little cum dumpster”, I heard the voice say.

“I am Master’s little cum dumpster”, I said to no one in particular. It felt so good to understand that. 

The fifth talk was the worst of all, the speaker's words like a meaningless drone in my ear. Master was going to be disappointed in me. I was trying… but I just wasn’t intelligent enough, maybe ?

"...the rhizomatic structure of modern society has created a network of interconnected nodes, in which the individual is reduced to a mere cipher or commodity," the speaker said, their words like a distant hum in my ear. "This is a classic example of the alienation of the individual, in which the self is reduced to a mere abstraction or concept."

I felt myself detach completely from the rest of the talk. I couldn’t comprehend anything. I was trying, I really was trying. 

As the talks came to a close, I felt a sense of exhaustion wash over me. I had tried my best to follow along, but I knew that I had failed. 

Master shut the TV and turned the lights back on. 

"Now, slave, let's take a break and discuss what you’ve learned."

“Yes, Master”, I bowed my head in shame, feeling I was probably going to disappoint him.

I knew that I hadn't learned anything, that I had been lost and confused. I was hoping Master would help me understand what I had missed. I was so ashamed… all I could remember vividly were women worshipping their Masters’ cocks. I was such a slut…

“These talks were about the importance of voting, slave”, Master began, his voice low and serious. My entire focus was on him as I did not want to miss one word coming out of his mouth. “They were about how every vote matters, and how every voice should be heard. I wanted you to understanding the significance of voting, and why it is so crucial to make an informed decision. Do you understand ?”, Master asked.

“Yes, Master”, I said, but feeling unsure of what exactly Master was asking.

“It is not just about casting a ballot, slave”, Master said, his voice low and authoritative. “It is about being part of something bigger than yourself. It is not just about voting for a candidate, it is about voting for a vision of the future. The best future possible. Do you understand ?”

“I… I…”, I began but tears were coming to my eyes. I felt confused and unsure of myself now. I was feeling so horny, and I found it hard to focus. “I… I… don’t… Master”, as tears rolled down my cheeks.

Master tapped my shoulder and told me to sit next to him which I did. His eyes gleaming with intensity, he took my hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring.

"Relax, slave," he said, his voice low and soothing. "Let yourself drift down, down, down. Let go of all your thoughts and worries. Just relax and let yourself go."

I felt my body respond to his words, my muscles relaxing and my mind growing calm. I took a deep breath, feeling myself sink deeper, feeling my worries washing away at Master’s words as I was exhaling.

"Down, down, down," Master repeated, his voice a gentle whisper in my ear. "Let yourself go, slave. Let yourself drift down into the depths of your own mind."

I felt myself sinking, sinking, sinking. My mind was growing foggy and unclear, my thoughts disjointed and fragmented. I was a slave, and I was Master’s. He knew what was best for me.

"Now, slave, you feel calmer" Master said, his voice still low and soothing, his words a statement and not a question that instantly made me feel more at ease with the topic. “I want you to think about what you've learned today. I want you to think about the talks we watched, and the ideas that were presented. Thinking about it is making you anxious, I can see it. But I will help you. You want to tell me the truth… you want to tell me exactly what you have understood. I will use simple words, ok ?", his tone gentle.

“Yes, Master”, I replied, feeling much calmer than before. I knew I could admit my lack of comprehension to Master. He would help me. If he judged me or laughed at me, it would be to teach me something. I trusted him.

He paused, his eyes locked on mine. "Remember the first talk, slave? It was about voting. People vote to choose leaders. Leaders make decisions for everyone."

I nodded, feeling a sense of simple understanding. I remembered the talk, and Master's words made sense. I felt so relieved. I smiled. Yes, it finally made sense.

"Relax, slave," Master said, his voice a gentle whisper in my ear. "Let yourself go. Don't worry about remembering every detail. Just let the ideas wash over you."

I took a deep breath, feeling myself relax further.

"The second talk was about people who can't vote," Master continued. "Some people are not allowed to vote. This is not fair. Everyone should be able to vote."

Master’s words were a gentle caress on my mind. Yes, I did remember ! It was so not fair. If I was allowed to vote, everyone should be allowed to vote.

"Down, down, down, slave," Master said, his voice a gentle whisper in my ear. "Let yourself go. Don't try to think too much. Just relax and let the ideas sink in."

I nodded, feeling myself sink deeper into relaxation. Master’s words were like a soft jingle, a poetic mantra I heard over and over resonating in my mind.

"The third talk was about money," Master said, his voice a little slower now. "Money is very, very important. People need money to live… But money can also be bad… It can make people do bad things, very, very bad things."

Master’s words were making sense. Now I understood what they said. Money made people do bad things. I just needed Master. I always needed Master’s guidance. Master understood everything so much better than me.

"Relax, slave," Master said, his voice a gentle whisper in my ear. "Let yourself go. Don't worry about understanding every detail. Just let the ideas wash over you."

I nodded, feeling myself relax further. That jingle again, dancing in my mind.

"The fourth talk was about social media," Master continued. "Social media is like a big, big book. People write things in the book, you see… and other people read them… like your picture books… But sometimes, people write bad things in the book… We have to be careful what we read… we don’t want to read bad things. They come from bad, bad people."

I understood what he said… but I couldn’t make sense of why people would write bad things. Why were some people bad ? Master understood everything so much better than me…

"Down, down, down, slave," Master said, his voice a gentle whisper in my ear. "Let yourself go. Don't try to think too much. Just relax and let the ideas sink in."

I nodded, feeling myself sink deeper and deeper, finally feeling I was able to relax. And that jingle always present…

"The fifth talk was about thinking," Master said very slowly. "Thinking is important… We have to think about what we do… We have to think about what we say… We have to think about what we believe…"

I felt my eyes start to glaze over, my mind numb and unresponsive. Master's words were simple, but this time their meaning was making me feel so tired. I heard the word “think” repeated over and over and over… and I could feel a wave of exhaustion crashing over me over and over again. I wasn’t able to think as much as Master…

Master leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "Voting is important, slave," he said, his voice low and serious. "It's a way for people to choose their leaders and make decisions about their country."

I nodded, feeling a sense of vague understanding. "What do you understand, slave?" Master asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

I hesitated, trying to gather my thoughts. "Voting... is important," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Master nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "That's right, slave… Voting is important… But it's not just about voting… It's about making an informed decision… People should think carefully about who they want to vote for… and why."

I nodded again, feeling a sense of confusion. "What do you understand, slave?" Master asked again.

I hesitated, trying to think. "People... should think... before voting," I said, my voice slow and uncertain.

Master nodded. "That's right, slave… People should think carefully before voting… And if they don’t know who to vote for, they should ask for help… They should ask someone they trust for guidance."

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief. "What do you understand, slave?" Master asked once more.

This answer came more easily to me."If... people don't know... who to vote for... they should ask… ask help," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Master nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "That's right, slave… And if someone can't think for themselves… someone else should think for them…. Someone who cares about them and wants to help them make good decisions. Do you agree, slave?" Master asked, his eyes locked on mine.

I hesitated, trying to think. “I… don’t know, Master”, I answered honestly, feeling anxiety surge again.

“That’s ok, slave. Relax… let yourself go… down, down, down you go… feel yourself letting go… no worries… letting go… so good to go down, down, down…”.

I felt myself drifting off… all traces of worries washing away once more… so good to go down, down, down…

“You will remain relax as I keep talking to you… so relaxed…”

“So relaxed”, I said without meaning to.

“Very good, slave… now let me ask you… If someone doesn’t know how to make little decisions, should they vote without help ?”, Master rephrased to help me.

That question was easier to me. “No, Master”, I said with confidence, feeling calm this time with no trace of worry.

“Now tell me slave, do you decide what to wear in the morning ?”, Master asked.

“No, Master”, I answered slowly. “You do”.

“Very good… and do you decide when, where and with whom you go out ?”, Master asked.

“No, Master”, I answered slowly. “You do”.

“Very good… and do you decide when you can come or go to the bathroom ?”, Master asked.

“No, Master”, I answered slowly. “You do”.

“That is right… I decide what you wear, what outing you are allowed to do and when you can feel any type of release”, Master summarized.

“Yes, Master”, I answered slowly. “You do”. I felt a deep understanding of Master’s words despite feeling so, so, so deeply relaxed.

Master leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "Then let me ask you another question… do you, in good conscience, think you're ready to vote, slave?" he asked, looking at me with an intensity I had rarely seen in his eyes.

I shook my head, feeling ashamed, undeserving and inferior. "No… Master," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t think… I know… I am not ready to vote."

Master nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I agree, slave," he said. "You’ve come to the right conclusion”, he said and his words filled me with happiness. “You're not ready to vote. But that's okay. At least you admit it. You don’t understand the important issues at hand. How could you make an important decision like that…? Well, I am sure you will find a solution."

I nodded, "Thank you, Master," I said. But then my foggy mind felt confused and I said, "I don't know what to do though… You… you are so much better at finding solutions… Can you help me?… Please, Master ?", I said sleepily.

Master nodded, his expression serious. "Of course, slave. But first, let's think about who might be able to help you make a decision. Do you have any friends or family members who are knowledgeable about politics?"

I thought for a moment… it was so hard to think… feeling so relaxed and sleepy… trying to come up with a name. But my mind was a blank. "I... I don't know anyone in my family or my friends that know politics, no," I said.

Master nodded. "That's okay, slave. What about a teacher or a mentor who understand the importance of voting? Someone who might be able to guide you in making a decision?"

I shook my head, feeling a sense of certainty. "Well… There is only you, Master. You are a teacher… a mentor… a guide… and I trust you… to make all decisions for me… all of them… Especially the hard ones… You are my light… my light… in the darkness… of my confusion, Master”.

Master smiled."I'm glad you trust me, slave," he said. "And I'll do my best to help you make a decision. I need to know how deeply you trust me. Who do you think is best suited to tell you who to vote for?"

I didn't hesitate. "You, Master," I said, my voice firm albeit sleepy. "I need you… need you to tell me… who to vote for. ..I know you'll make the right decision… for me."

Master nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Very well, slave," he said. "I'll tell you who to vote for”.

“Thank you, Master," I said, feeling relief wash over me once again. “Thank you…”.

“You will need to do something for me, though" he said. “Can you do a little mental effort for me, slave ?”, he asked.

“Yes, Master”, feeling I could do anything for Master despite feeling so relaxed.

“If you want me to help you, if you want me to tell you who to vote for, you will have to learn a list of names by heart. Can you do that for me?"

I nodded, my mind foggy and unclear. But I was eager to please Master, and I knew that I could do anything he asked me to do.

"Yes, Master," I said, my voice barely audible. "I can learn the names."

"I knew I could count on you," Master said. "You will now stare at the list in front of you, taking in each name.”

He handed me a piece of paper with a list of 7 names on it. I took it, my hands shaking slightly at the importance of the gesture. Master was trusting me with so much.

“Feel each name printing inside your mind, one by one… See them inside your head… look at the first one… do you see it printed inside your mind now, slave ?”

At first all I could see was fog… and then I saw the first name on the list inside my head as clear as day.

“Yes, Master”, I answered sleepily despite my inner excitement at finally succeeding at helping Master helping me making tough decisions.

“That’s good… very good… now do the same for all the other 6 names. I know you can do it. You are doing so well… Just focus and concentrate a little bit more”.

I heard Master’s encouraging words. I felt so much pleasure all over my body at pleasing him. I redoubled effort for the rest of the names… in my relaxed state, I knew it was taking me a long time, but Master did not seem to mind. I was so lucky.

When I felt ready and sure of myself, I simply said to Master, “I know them, Master”.

"Repeat the names to me then," Master said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Repeat them to me, and every time you get the entire list correctly, I'll make you cum."

I nodded, my voice barely audible. I took a deep breath and began to repeat the names on the list.

As I spoke, Master listened intently, his eyes gleaming with excitement. 

"You're a good little slut. You can learn anything I teach you."

As he spoke, he made me cum, his fingers dancing across my clitoris and sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I moaned, my voice barely audible, as the pleasure washed over me. He made me repeat the list over and over and over again… each time, I could feel pure pleasure coursing through my veins.

When I finally came down from the high, Master was smiling at me, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Such a slut," he said, his voice low and husky. “Now, slave, I need to bring you back to full consciousness as you know how deeply hypnotized you are right now…”.

“Yes… Master”, I said.

“I cannot in good conscience let you vote hypnotized. That would not be right. You need to be fully awake to vote. When you will wake up, you will need to focus your mind completely on the importance of making an informed decision. You will remember how I helped you understand the issues with the TED talks. You will remember writing down the list as you watched and deciding on who to vote for. Remember writing it in your mind, one name after the other, to make sure to remember them properly. You did that. I helped you and you printed the names in your mind… now I will count to 5, and when I reach 5, you will be fully awake and ready to cast your vote. 1… feeling yourself slowly emerging from the fog… 2… slowly feeling your arms and legs again… 3… you are remembering how pleased Master is with your training session tonight… 5… awake, open your eyes”.

As I slowly came back to consciousness, I felt a sense of clarity and confidence that I hadn't felt before. Master was smiling at me, his eyes gleaming with approval.

"Welcome back, slave," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'm glad to see you're feeling more confident."

I nodded, my mind still a bit foggy from the hypnosis. But as I looked at Master, I felt a sense of trust and reliance on him. I knew that he had helped me, and that I could count on him to guide me.

"Do you feel more confident about voting now?" Master asked, his eyes locked on mine.

I nodded, feeling a sense of certainty. "Yes, Master," I said, my voice clear and confident. "I know who I'm going to vote for. I'm going to make the right choice."

Master smiled, his eyes gleaming with approval. "I'm glad to hear that, slave" he said. "You should feel confident. You've been educated, and you know what's important."

I knew that Master had helped me, and that I could trust him to guide me.

As I looked back on our conversation, not everything was clearly coming back to me. But I knew that Master had helped me remembering what was important. The rest he was there to help me with. I know I had finally understood who I was going to vote for after being educated by Master.

"Thank you, Master," I said, my voice sincere and grateful. "Thank you for helping me."

Master smiled, his eyes gleaming with approval. "You're welcome, slave," he said. "I'm always happy to help you. Now, let's get ready to vote."

Confusion washed over me. It probably showed in my face. I mean, it was the evening on Friday night, and election night was not today, was it ? Master looked at me with a smile, handing me a ballot which I took, feeling a sudden sense of trepidation. Were we supposed to vote… at home ?

"This is an absentee ballot, slave," Master explained. “I am letting you make your own decisions, but you do understand I need to make sure that you vote, don’t you ? Voting is very important. You know that now, don’t you ?”.

“Yes, Master”, I said with a renewed sense of purpose and responsibility. 

I looked down at the ballot, and saw a list of names and offices. At first, I was overwhelmed with all the names there were on the ballot.

“I have faith in you, slave”, Master said reassuringly, “trust yourself. You can do it”.

“Thank you, Master.”

As I scanned the list more calmly this time, I realized that I knew some of the names. I didn't know why I knew them, or how I had learned them, but they seemed familiar to me. Oh yes, they were the ones I had decided to vote for while being trained.

Master smiled, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Go ahead, slave," he said. "Vote with your conscience. Vote with your heart."

“Yes, Master”.

I began to scan the list again, this time more slowly. As I came to each office, I felt a sense of clarity and conviction. I knew which candidate to vote for. I wasn’t entirely sure why I knew this, but I knew I was making the right decision.

I marked the first candidate, and as soon as I did, Master reached out and touched my clit. I felt a surge of pleasure, and suddenly I was cuming. I gasped, my body shuddering with release.

Master smiled, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Good job, little slut," he said. "You're doing great. Keep going."

I nodded, feeling a sense of confidence and conviction. I continued to mark the ballot, each time feeling certain to make the right decision. And each time I marked a correct candidate, Master gave me an orgasm.

It was as if my body was responding to some deep, unconscious cue. I didn't know why I was voting for these candidates, but I knew that it was right. And with each orgasm, I felt a sense of release and satisfaction.

As I finished casting my ballot, Master took it from me and sealed the envelope along with his, a smile on his face. "Well done, slave," he said. "You've made your voice heard. You've done what's right. You are making me proud"

“Thank you, Master”, I said feeling tears coming up, feeling so overwhelmed at making Master proud. That was my life’s purpose.

I had voted, and I had done it with confidence and conviction. And even though I didn't know why I had voted for those candidates, I knew that it was what Master wanted me to do.

"Thank you, Master," I said again, feeling gratitude and relief. "I couldn't have done it without your help."

Master nodded, his smile growing wider. "You're welcome, slave," he said. "I'm glad I could help you. Now, come into the bedroom with me."

I followed him into the bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation.

“It was so hard for you to make such a decision… it’s time for you to relax and serve. It is so much easier to serve and obey, isn’t it ?”, Master asked me.

“Yes, Master”, I said as I felt to my core the exhaustion of all the thinking of the evening while serving Master was so much easier.

“You would never have been able to if it weren’t for me. And now I will reward myself … Three hole position now, slut ! At the foot of the bed”, Master ordered authoritatively.

“Yes, Master”, and I knew those were the last words I would say until Master would allow me to move from that position.

Master had taught me that position early on. He had made it up and was proud of it. I had to place myself on all fours where he would say (so the foot of the bed now) and on my elbow so that my anus and my pussy were completely exposed at the back. And I had to hold my head as high as possible, open my mouth, stick my tongue out slightly and keep still until told to move. I had learned to swallow with my mouth opened practicing that position for Master. I was to stare in front of me, in the mirror Master had hung at the head of the bed. I was to look into my own eyes and see how inferior I was, reduced to being a mindless fucktoy for Master. My pleasure was never important, but in that position, I had been trained to feel none. What was important was Master using me for his pleasure and being able to do everything he asked of me. I was to remain perfectly still unless manoeuvred in a different position by Master or told to move in a different way.

Master sat down in front of me. I had trained myself to keep looking ahead even when my Master’s cock was erected and distracting me. He kneeled and then shoved his cock in my mouth. He moved the tip of his cock around my tongue, then gently pressured my chin upward which gave me the command to slowly close my mouth and suck him. I had the urge to suck him off right then and there, but I had to move only at the pace he was setting. It was really an exercise of self-control. 

He pushed his cock forward slowly, very slowly. I was to suck while staring forward without moving my body. He withdrew slowly… I was feeling already the sleekness of the precum in my mouth. Then he pushed again forward… so very slowly… and pushing deeper, and deeper… 

“Deeper, slut… take it… just like that…”, Master said as he was pushing so slow my gag reflex started and my eyes watered.

Right away, I heard buzzing in my head and the pleasure through my pussy made the gag so pleasurable, just like it always was…

“That’s it, slut, that’s it… deeper…”, Master moaned.

I kept feeling the buzzing in my pussy even though I was choking and gagging. So good to gag… such a slut… so good to choke… such a slut… With every movement in… and out… and in… and out… I heard words in my head and the buzzing still… telling me how good it felt.

“Mmm… I have trained you well… you are getting good, slave”, Master said and I was filled with such pride although I did not demonstrate it physically.

I felt saliva leaking from my mouth mixed with tears as I kept gagging… the noises I was making were so arousing… it felt so good to gag on Master’s cock.

He pressed my chin downwards and I right away opened my mouth and left it open along with my tongue out. I was out of breath from all the choking but I was so happy to be Master’s fucktoy.

Master moved behind me. I felt him put his hand in my pussy to use my juices for lubricant on my anus.

“I want to feel I am tearing you open tonight. You better squeeze my cock with all your might, little slutty fucktoy”, Master said.

In that position, I had been taught that I wasn’t to respond, obviously.

I felt Master’s big cock at my pussy entrance.

“Let’s get my cock ready first…”, and then I felt Master’s cock entering me in one stride, deeply, I was so wet. “Squeeze harder than that, you ungrateful little slut !”, Master said.

As he kept fucking my dripping cunt, I squeezed my walls around him.

“And keep that mouth wide open with that tongue sticking out like the ridiculous little fucktoy you are”, Master said, looking at me in the mirror.

My jaw was getting tired, but i couldn’t have cared less. I stuck my tongue out more.

Master was fucking me hard and deep. I was keeping my mouth wide open and my tongue out… I was feeling absolutely no physical pleasure from the good fuck I was getting. Mentally though, I was so happy Master was using me as a vessel to be filled by his cock. I was only there for HIS pleasure. Mine wasn’t important.

I felt him coming out of my pussy.

“Get ready, slut, I am going to hurt you tonight, you little dirty bitch”, Master said as he was placing the tip of his cock against my well-lubricated anus.

In that position, I was to feel no physical pleasure, but I could feel pain. That was one way Master enjoyed his fucktoy.

“I don’t want you to breathe or relax, fucktoys don’t. Just squeeze. Just do as you are told, slut !”, Master ordered.

So I did as I was told. I squeezed my anus as much as possible.

“Oh yes… look at that…”, Master said before very very slowly pushing his cock forward. “Such a good fucktoy ready for use…”.

With that, he thrusted his cock into my anus, the pain shooting through me like a knife. Master had taught me to be silent, to endure whatever pain he inflicted on me without complaint. But as he was looking at me in the mirror, he was smiling as he knew I was in pain. As I kept my mouth opened, I shook a little bit. That was the only indication.

“Keep squeezing… yes that’s it… I want to feel I am ripping you apart…”

As he thrust deeper, the pain intensified, but I didn't flinch. I was a slave, and it was my duty to serve Master, no matter what.

"You're so tight," Master groaned, his voice filled with pleasure. "So hot and tight. I love fucking your ass."

I felt a surge of pride at his words, knowing that I was pleasing him. But the pain was still there, a constant reminder of my submission to him.

Master's thrusts grew faster, more urgent, and I could feel his pleasure building. Every time he was pushing into me, a shot of pain was crossing my whole body. I knew that he was close to coming, and I steeled myself for the final push.

And then, it was over. Master's cock pulsed inside me, filling me with his hot seed. I felt so good at having been used like the fucktoy I was conditioned to be. 

Master pulled out of me, his cock softening as he stepped back. "Good girl," he said, his voice filled with approval. "You did well."

I nodded, still silent, still obedient. I knew that I had pleased him, and that was all that mattered. I was feeling his cum slowly leaking down my thighs as I kept the position, not having been told to move yet. 

Master left to go to the bathroom. I heard him getting in the shower. I knew it was a test for me. My jaw hurt, my tongue was hurting as well, pain shot from my anus… and I felt my juices and Master’s all over my thighs. But I kept the position. I stared at myself in the mirror, humiliated at the sight before me. Such a slut… such a cum whore… such a mindless obedient fucktoy.

Master came back in the bedroom and dressed for the evening. Then he came towards me to pet my head.

“Go clean yourself up, slave. You are extremely dirty and smell of sex. Once you are presentable again and you smell better, clean up the dining room and the kitchen before coming to bed.”

“Yes, Master”, I said finally allowed to move and talk.

I felt so humiliated and so ashamed of my soiled state. I wasn’t proper for Master, not even to crawl. I would dirty the whole floor. I would go clean. And then I would do everything else he asked me to do. Because it made me so happy. So happy to be his, a slut, a fucktoy, a thing, a slave. I was finally home.