“Light bondage,” he’d said.
“Just a bit of fun,” he’d said.
It was always so much easier to get the new slaves ready for shipping when they thought it was all just a dumb frat initiation prank.
Dude, why the fuck would you want to lock that thing on your dick? The only one who’d get anything out of that would be whoever….actually, hang on a minute. Let me see those keys.
So I bet you thought I was kidding when I said “loser blows winner,” didn’t you?
So now is probably a good time to tell you that I’m not really a film student and you’re not going to be paid for this.
Don’t worry though; you won’t have to stay there very long. Your new master will be stopping by to pick you up this afternoon, and after he pays me, you’ll be off to your new home.
Sure, in reality, it was just a fence in the park. But after months of careful programming, he automatically believed whatever I told him, and as far as he was concerned, that spot was as inescapable as any prison cell.
I’d feel sorry for him, but hell, if a guy doesn’t want his mind completely rewired, he shouldn’t respond to a “Hypnosis test subjects needed” ad on craigslist.