It was not that hard really to be honest because it was black owned farm. I was baiting to see the history of the real cowboys that were actually black. Then I saw this white rancher I assume
he was one of the guides. He was the guide rancher and halfway nice.
I am so amazed by him as he was kind of cute and I decided to play with him. I pulled out my pocket side laser light an lifted it to his face. “What the hell are you doing?” He says before I start to swing back and forth to distract him. He was so fixated on the light he forgot his duties an I laugh so hard.
“Now Luke Anderson is it you are my slave an property’s who shall live with me forever. You are madly in love with me your Master and will do anything for me my slave.
I am your life, your world and your everything to whom you will serve me completely. I own you in every way possible there is to own some one.” I say to him.
I snap my fingers as he looks into my eyes for a slow minute and he kisses me gently. He pulls me into a corner as we make out an I am quite enjoying it. Maybe I can like guys if they are submissive and live for my control I think. I turn him around an pin him to door as we make out more.
I smile as I look into his eyes an all I can see is absolute love and loyal devotion to me in all ways that are possible. He pulls in for another kiss as we make out completely for a longer time. I look at my watch as he begins to get upset
at the idea I will leave. I roll my eyes as I tell him to follow me completely.
We walk out of the barn as I tell him to quit as he rushes in and he packs his bags as we rush off.
He is a country boi an I live in the city I have giving him plenty of time to acclimate with his new life.
I call the trigger as he plops back onto the couch and he falls deep under my control.
“Now listen Luke you are a happy country boi starting a new life in the city. You will be your natural self in the house except when you are outside you will become more like me. He smiles as he looks in my hypnotic eyes and falls deeper under my control.” I say to him as my words influence all he feels and thinks.
He wakes up looking at his awful country boi duds and quickly runs into the closet. He puts his city boi clothes as he winces in a sign of relief. “What was I thinking baby.”
He said to me.
The end.
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