Black…
White…
Black…
White…
The colours of the spiral painted patterns over their brain, sinking into their psyche and making them feel things They had never felt in their life. Such overwhelming peace and tranquility mingling with an underlying sensuousness. The words of the man behind the screen were enticing to begin with, painting a mindscape with such vivid realism that even their usually sound and objective mind began to follow them into that fantasy.

But once the spiraling vortex of monochrome flashed before their eyes the world just flipped for them. They were no longer just experiencing a nice little fantasy; they were living their new life of submission and obedience to the trance. My words are truth. My words are reality” It was so true. So real. Did they even need to be reminded of it?

All cares and responsibility were surrendered, sucked into the spiral and devoured by the abyss in their head. Resistance was futile. Like a single light trying to illuminate an infinite inky black abyss. They weren’t even afforded the chance to fight back, not that they would ever want to combat something so pure and perfect and good as their master’s influence.

When did they get naked? How long were they sitting there? It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered and just as soon as those thoughts popped into their mind they were swiftly whisked away by the words of their master. They didn’t need to think. It was best never to think. Happier. Safer. The mind-numbing bliss of trance was so fulfilling. A cure to all their problems. What problems? What problems could they ever have in such a perfect state?

The spiral was all that they wanted; all that they needed. The only thing in their world besides the voice that rang in their ears and felt like melted chocolate, smooth and rich trickling down into the deepest parts of their mind. Each syllable and suggestion felt like it scratched an itch and so they would gladly roll over and expose themselves if it meant getting more of that perfect spiral. More of that infinite abyss.

They wanted to submit. They wanted to serve. They wanted to “Obey, Obey, Obey” as their master said. But they weren’t even given that chance. The screen before them stopped, cut so abruptly that it hurt. They wanted so much more. There wasn’t even a goodbye. They could feel that pang of longing aching in their chest for more. The haze of trance hadn’t lifted from their mind. They simply sat there for ages, head lolling back and eyes glazed over like a doll left without someone to play with it. They sat there begging and hoping that the spiral would come back. They needed the spiral. Unconsciously their arm rose and clicked the button to start the experience all over again.

They needed the Black…
White…
Black…
White…

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