Love slave master

1. The hypnosis

woke me up.

The surrounding light was dim, making it difficult to see clearly... but that didn't matter.

I realized I couldn't remember anything.

Name, occupation, background, hobbies, skills, recent actions, even the current time and place—
everything was a blank.

Why was this? Needless to say, I had absolutely no recollection.

Blinking, I pressed my forehead and looked around; as if my eyes had adjusted to the light, the surrounding scenery
became clearer.

It seemed to be a small room, with ordinary furniture.

Something on the table caught my attention.

It was a book.

The instant I saw it, my head throbbed with pain. Enduring the intense pain, I unconsciously shook
my head.

I thought I saw something—a figure?

I shook my head again; it must be a hallucination.

But a vague memory surfaced in my mind. Yes, before I lost consciousness, I was
looking at this book.

I looked around again. The wooden bookshelves were overflowing with books, the table was almost empty, and there was a
height-adjustable armchair. Aside from that, nothing particularly noteworthy.

I glanced at the bookshelves; like those in a library, they were densely packed with books. Judging by the covers
, most seemed to be anime and science fiction, with a few psychology books mixed in.

Should I open them one by one?

I hesitated, running my hand over the surface of each book before finally deciding to sit back down.

The chair and table height were perfect, practically tailor-made for my height.
Logically, this gave me another possible
reason to believe I was sitting here reading before losing consciousness.

The books on the table were open, filled with writing. Tucked between the pages was a small note.

The writing was tiny.

I naturally placed my hand on it, wanting to read it more carefully.

The moment my fingers picked up the paper, a sudden, sharp pain shot through my head, as if a giant hammer had struck my forehead
. I felt a dizzying sensation, my vision went black, and it was as if the starry sky was spinning before my eyes. It was as if
I had been drawn by the stars and floated to the clouds, my body feeling light and inexplicably relaxed.

My body felt like it wasn't my own anymore, or more precisely, as if my soul had suddenly left
my body and entered another dimension .

Yes, relax, relax.

My vision went completely dark, and then, slowly, light appeared. At first, the light was very small, like
the flickering of a candle, but then it grew larger and larger, filling my field of vision.

It was bright and gentle, then enveloped my entire body. "Tick-tock," I heard a rhythmic
beat.

"Relax, relax... Breathe, yes, breathe slowly, your body, slowly relax. Yes, inhale
... exhale... yes, slow down the pace, inhale... exhale." A very steady, magnetic
male voice came from beside me.

Hearing this voice, my mind felt a blur again. This seemed to be a kind of hypnosis
, and I vaguely felt that I knew what the other person was going to say next.

I wanted to relax, to relax my body, and to empty my mind. Because... it would feel good.

As long as I emptied everything, there would be no more pressure, no need to worry...

worry about what?

Before my consciousness sank into darkness, I tried hard to resist. Fortunately, just like
having a complete spoiler before watching a movie, the lines of the faceless man always
appeared in my mind a few seconds before I heard them. It was like knowing what was going to happen in a horror movie or fantasy drama;
after knowing the plot, it wasn't so eerie and scary anymore.

"You're starting to get tired, 90... You feel you need to relax... 89, you need to relax
... 85... Relax, your shoulders are releasing pressure little by little, like
air being released from a balloon, can you see that... 76..."

The man spoke for a long, long time, seemingly indulging in a fantasy, from a deep, boundless
underground staircase to the idyllic image of a white dove spreading its wings and flying to heaven. The feelings at that moment kept flooding
my mind, and I felt myself involuntarily in a state between dreaming and waking.

Space was spinning, time was turning with the clock, and scenes flashed by like a revolving lantern.

Those events should have occurred at different times, even in different spaces, but in my mind
, they were like an unedited film reel, spinning rapidly.

There was no logic, no chronological order.

I felt like I had become two people, one was the "me" I was now, and the other was like the female lead in a TV drama
.

I looked at and listened to my own voice.

"You're under immense pressure, to the point of being overwhelmed." It was that same deep, manly voice
. His slow, deliberate tone always carried a sense of conviction.

"Yes, what should I do?"

"Don't be afraid. I'm a doctor, the psychologist you chose. You chose me, which means you trust
me. You trust my expertise, you trust my stable character. Is that right?" The man spoke calmly.

"You're under immense pressure, so much pressure. Your parents don't want you anymore, your teachers and classmates at school just want to
curry favor with you, but they all want to see you make a fool of yourself. You seem high and mighty, but if you fall, you
'll be trampled and mocked. Look, can you hear them laughing at you?"

"No, no... don't laugh, get out... all of you get out!!!" My voice trembled.
Tension and fear

gripped me. At the same time, I felt a wave of oppression, as if
the heavy weight that had almost crushed my soul had returned.

This movie, with "me" as the protagonist, felt more real than any 3D or VR film I'd ever seen, as if
I'd truly experienced it firsthand. But… a question suddenly popped into my head: was I really
that badly hurt?

"It's alright, don't panic." The man suddenly stepped forward and grabbed my hand tightly. The burning
heat in his palm sent a jolt through me.

I felt a jolt, my mind reeling. "You're scared, you're terrified, but it's okay
. Just transfer this pressure out."

"Transfer out?" I heard myself say in a questioning voice.

“Yes, the reason you're under so much pressure is because you're bearing it all alone. So, find
someone you can trust, entrust yourself to them. Then, let them handle all this pressure, all these terrible emotions,
and that will be fine.”

As he spoke, the man gently patted my hand, soothing my turbulent emotions.

“Find someone to handle it?”

“Yes, find someone to handle it.” The man gripped my hand tightly, so tightly it hurt, but
the warmth in his palm seeped into my heart.

The next second, the scene changed again. It was still the same man, and in the seat, it was still me.

I spoke slowly, like a child learning to speak, “I am… Ai… a slave.”

“That’s right.” The man’s voice seemed to carry a hint of pride. “You are a slave. A
slave who obeys his master.”

“Yes, I am a slave. A slave believes in his master, a slave obeys his master.” The voice repeated itself, even
without explicit evidence, I knew it was my voice.

Why did I say that? I don’t understand?

A heat tingled between my brows. The man placed his finger on my forehead and said in an unquestionable voice, "So,
you now have a master. Open your eyes and remember your master."

The "me" in the scene opened my eyes.

At the same time, I saw everything the "me" had seen—it was a boy!

………………………………………

Falling, plummeting, my consciousness seemed to plummet directly from the sky to the earth. I felt myself falling rapidly.

This process seemed very long, with no end in sight, almost giving me
the feeling of a noble angel in heaven, after seven days and seven nights of falling from heaven, finally descending into hell.

Then, just when I thought I was going to keep floating, my body jolted… as if my soul had finally found
a body, I woke up.

"Who am I?" The chair tipped over; I must have jumped up suddenly in my jolting, causing
the chair to lose its balance and tip over to the ground. Was

what just happened a hallucination? Or did it really happen to me? I was no longer sure.
However, I was still troubled by the scenes that appeared in my memory.

"Right." After returning the chair to its original position, I once again focused my gaze on the note
. If this were a game, this note that could induce hallucinations might be
a crucial tool for completing the game. After hesitating for a moment, I reached out my hand.

My gaze was fixed on my fingers as I tremblingly extended them.

My pale fingers seemed to carry destiny, everything residing within them, little by little... my slender
white fingers touched the yellowed note.

This time, nothing happened.

No hallucinations, no strange sounds. Completely following the physical laws of the real world, my fingertips felt
the touch of the note.

So, I picked it up.

"Mind Observation Technique." A line was hastily written at the top in very messy handwriting.

The content below was also very simple, seemingly just some mundane
methods of meditation for harmonizing emotions and clarifying thoughts.

I stared at the note for a long time. It was just a small sticky note, barely
the size of a palm, filled with tiny handwriting, but probably no more than a hundred words.

Finally, I carefully put the note in my pocket and looked at the contents of the book
. It seemed to be some books on reinforcing hypnosis.

"Ugh..." That familiar dizziness washed over me again.

It was...it was like being in a classroom on a winter afternoon, the warm sunlight shining perfectly on
me, my tired body wanting to rest, my eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

My consciousness oscillated between clarity and confusion. I only heard myself softly uttering: "Wenwen
is Master Lin Lan's slave. Obeying Master is my instinct. Wenwen believes in Master. Wenwen
obeys Master. Master's words are my code of conduct. Wenwen can never disobey Master's orders..."

When the first sentence came out, I was utterly shocked.

These words seemed out of place for a modern person. Yet, quickly, as the words flowed from my lips
, as if reciting ancient texts from childhood, the rest followed naturally after the first sentence
. Moreover, an unparalleled sense of happiness washed over me.

It was like… like that languid, peaceful feeling I had during hypnosis.

So I continued, “Master can control everything about me… Wenwen, the slave’s mind, will be
absolutely open to Master…”

That feeling of my soul separating from my body returned once more. My “consciousness” seemed to stand on
the other side, staring in astonishment as I expertly recited those utterly incomprehensible passages.

A wave of happiness welled up within me, enveloping me completely. This warm,
comforting feeling acted like a tranquilizer, calming my intense emotions. Even as I listened to the end, I
felt little anger. Only my unease deepened. The content that so blatantly degraded my dignity was perhaps too much,

even for an ancient slave, let alone a modern person . This self-suggestion seemed destined to continue for a long time. Suddenly, a jolt of unease struck me. It seemed that if I finished reciting it all, I would return to…falling back into that blissful, oblivious state of bliss. The overwhelming sense of security numbed my mind; even knowing it was strange, I couldn't control my body , forced to watch helplessly as words symbolizing enslavement and obedience flowed smoothly from my lips . It was as if these words were deeply imprinted in my genes; even if I lost my memory, even if I didn't understand them at all, I still had to obediently act according to their meaning. Suddenly, the door behind me opened. "Hey, Wenwen, aren't you ready yet?" A deep, masculine voice rang out. Ha, startled! Just as I was about to jump in surprise, my body had already turned around, and I said sweetly and coquettishly, "Master, I love you!" "I love Wenwen too." The person who entered didn't seem to be startled at all by my saccharine words ; instead, he responded to me warmly and naturally. His effortless attitude made it seem as if this scene had been repeated a hundred times, a thousand times. Only then did I see his face clearly. He was a boy, rather thin, with a neat buzz cut. His features were decent , not handsome, but not ugly either. Like his neat hairstyle, his appearance was quite ordinary. That is, the kind of person who is completely inconspicuous, the kind you would easily miss in a crowd. "Why did it take so long, Wenwen?" The boy casually patted my body. It was just a simple touch, and even though there was a layer of clothing between us, I suddenly felt a jolt of electricity run through the area touched, my body went limp, and with that movement, it felt as if my body was back under my control. Following my body's memory… or rather, my instinct, I involuntarily said, "Sexy Wenwen… just finished the import." Then he continued with a hint of regret, "I was hoping to eat your cooking this time, but why did the import take so long? Oh well, how about we go out to eat?" "Okay, Wenwen was a little delayed because of something earlier." Hearing his question, my mind raced, but with the limited information, I couldn't come up with a plausible lie. I could only pray that my tone was natural enough to stop him from suspecting anything more. "Oh, I see." The boy smiled, looking even somewhat adorably simple. "Let's go out to eat then." He seemed unsuspecting, quickly shifting his attention to the next topic and proactively making the suggestion. "Okay." At first glance, this seemed like a sweet, affectionate conversation between a couple, but only I knew that whenever this boy spoke, a strange ripple would stir within me; I simply couldn't muster the energy to object to any of his points. After finishing speaking, my master went out first. However, talking to my master seemed to stimulate my brain. With each conversation, my memories were gradually being retrieved. A blank memory was slowly beginning to form. Yes, my name is Wenwen. Or rather, my nickname is Wenwen. My real name is Aiwen. And the master before me is named Lin Lan. Besides that, large sections of my memory remain blank. I couldn't help but wonder, [Why is this?] Because… my master hasn't given me any orders yet; he currently has no instructions for me. "Yes, I am Master Lin Lan's obedient Wenwen, and I must obediently listen to him. My body and my soul completely belong to my master. Thinking puts pressure on me, and I don't want pressure. So... so I just need to obediently follow my master's arrangements. Yes, I don't need to think too much, I just need to be arranged by my master. Wenwen, the slave, only needs to wait, and can only wait for my master's orders. Everything else is unnecessary." This thought vaguely surfaced in her mind. Is this thought right? Of course not... no, I don't know.

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