Dr. Chris was a bit hesitant to see this next celeb, as he was more of a model than a celeb, and he wasn’t as popular as their own slave, Pietro. However, Mischa and Roscoe didn’t think either of them would be a good fit, so Chris it was. They waited for the hunk, as Celebworld requests had all but dried up.
“Hello! You must be Trevor. Please, come on in.”
“I’ll admit, it is a bit strange seeing you, the hypnotherapist to the stars.”
“Oh, you are a star, Trevor, just not to as many people as Chris Evans, say. But you still came, so what is on your mind today?”
“I have a Ph.D. in molecular biology, but nobody cares about that when you flaunt your nearly nude body weekly to pay for the schooling. So, what I’m saying is I want to become a dumb himbo model so I can focus on what brings in the paychecks, instead of my passion.”
“And are you sure about this?”
“I want you to lie down and relax. Close your eyes, and listen to my voice. You are getting sleepy. You enjoy the sound of my voice. You want to listen to my voice. You want to obey my voice. Trevor, I will now count backwards from 5. When I reach 1, you will be completely under my control, and open your eyes.
“5, you are starting to go under.
“4, you’re getting deeper.
“3, I control you now.
“2, no one else matters but me.
“1, I am your master.”
Trevor opened his eyes, and there was the orange Chris had become accustomed to seeing.
“Trevor, you will now think of yourself as a himbo in your daily life. You will act exactly like one, but still have all the knowledge locked away if you so desire to access it.”
“I’m a himbo who still has their smarts somewhere, Master.”
“Good. Now take off all your clothes for me.” Trevor didn’t have a underwear photo like some other clients did, but considering he was a fucking male model, those photos weren’t hard to find. And as Chris naturally assumed, the muscles were natural, as Trevor’s cock was slightly above average.
“Jerk off for me.”
Chris definitely wanted to have the cameras rolling, but ever since the shake-up, they decided to keep all records to themselves unless the tape was part of their plan. So, they were the only one to enjoy the model’s sex tape, and his cumshot, which rivaled some porn stars. As they cleaned him up, Chris said the ending script.
“When I say ‘wake up’, you will do so, and not have any conscious memory of this session. Your subconscious will remember everything. And you will be fine being nude around me, but only in my office. I lock this in with the phrase, ‘Burnt baby powder’. Wake up.”
Trevor woke up, and because of the drastic shift, took a few seconds to come back to reality. “Like, thank you, Dr. Chris!”
“No problem. Please get dressed before you leave.” Chris saw Trevor really embraced the himbo lifestyle when he started to walk out without any clothes on. He was going to be a doozy out in the real world.