So my exceedingly malleable mind is not something newly acquired. But I think it has become even easier to manipulate, and my Master is a master of taking advantage of that characteristic. He uses it both for the immediate pleasure of demonstrating his power, and for the way the ideas he injects into my mind take root and transform me on a more permanent basis.
Last Monday and Tuesday he amused himself with planting the seeds and then watching how the rich loam of my submissive imagination caused them to germinate and burst into vines that wound round my body, adorning my hair before cutting off the blood from my nipples and the air from my lungs. I moaned at my desk, squirming, melting, gasping as the vines slashed their way between my labia before forcing themselves into my tight brown butt hole.
Proud of his work, he offered me his words to share with you all - in exchange for which he expects me to transmit back your comments. So I do hope you'll comment! Immediate reactions, descriptions of your own little moans, declarations of his insanity, assurances that the cops are on their way... as long as you are honest, he will be amused.
And I do so like to keep him amused!
Here, then is how it began.
Your thought for the day: My ownership of your mouth. Whatever you do with it today, keep in mind that activity is only a secondary purpose, that I have graciously allowed my possession to be temporarily used for eating, talking business, etc, that my cock has pulled out from between your lips only briefly to permit their use for some trivial other thing at the completion of which they will part and your tongue will ease out slightly as your breath moans a pleasant welcome for that which your mouth was created and trained.