New Low

I decided to dedicate a weekend to the Senators voice. Completely submit, and see how far I could get carried away. Listening to his voice had kept me hard in between the day-to-day stuff, but until now I had never given up fully, and I lusted to be completely controlled. The thought of this kept me so hard.

I decided to spend a weekend locked in the closet, to see how long I could last and how much mental torture I could endure. I created a playlist of the Locked in the Closet series, Living in My Voice Series, and some of my favorite Degrading Rewards. Seeking to give myself no out, and keep my mind/body completely submissive I stocked my closet with three 24 packs of beer, and more than a dozen special brownies. For good measure, I also brought in several bottles of piss I had saved and a container to piss and drink out of.

Before I locked myself into the closet, I drew all of the shades, curtains in my room, so no light would peak under the closet door. I disconnected all of my phones, no contact from anybody else. I plugged my iPod in, so there would be no worry of running out of batteries. No voice but the Master's voice would reach me.

I looked at myself, naked and hard in the mirror and consumed my first brownie, and six vodka shots - each chased with piss. With a permanent marker, I wrote SLAVE on my forehead. My cock became so hard thinking about how low I would go this weekend.

My mind was about to be so soft, inhibitions melted away. No hope of sobriety or sanity, only weak and helpless. Ready for the senator to pump my mind endlessly for hours and days, continuously seeding my mind with His will.

As I felt my sobriety slipping away, I glanced at the word SLAVE written on my forehead - the last thing I would see before being consumed by The Darkness. I entered the closet, and started the endlessly looping playlist. From there, it was an endless downward spiral of FEAR, LUST, and INSANITY.