As he slowly settles down into a mindless stupor, the words floating in space wrapping like ribbons of silk around his physical being. This one is hopeful that a spark will ignite, a blank bleached mind will evolve, a dark room will make his arse sit and be still, that a beautiful mind will take away the worries of the day. His ears perk up waiting to hear the call of good boy, to cave into the endless floating of time as the roller coaster takes him into a silver vortex. The mind asks the 20 questions taking the cause and effect into a frenzy of desirable deeds; does he submit resist or surrender to the voices as they dual attack his ears. As his eyes open like saucers waiting for the right to sleep, does the exposure to boobs or the striking assified moments make him float to the magicians assistant or simply drift upon the currents like butterflies. With the senseless time helping him to fall deeper now into the adaptive unconsious belief that a sex slave will be erect at will, especially if on the brink of sleep that time of hypnotic foreplay leads the mind to the in rapture world of virtual reality. His roar is that of a loud cry to anyone listening let the headphones stay in place and the mind travel as these wonderful Hypnodommes become part of the plan to keep him mindless and wanting more guidance into that elusive world.