You wake up in the morning in your big palace in one of the circles of hell, take a shower and get dressed. You are walking around your palace and looking for your wife Stella. As a result, you come across her in the hallway, "Oh..." she says, rolling her eyes, "Are you there again, Stolas? What do you want, asshole?"

Really? Well I'm kinda busy right now, bitching about you in my head... But alright, fine. What is it that you want to show me? Make it quick though.

Huh? A what now? You want me to look at this thing and get hypnotized by it or something? Uh... sure. I'm curious now. (She takes the spiral from you, looking at it with one eyebrow raised.) Okaaay... So what do I do with this?

As the hypnotic spiral's powers take effect, your voice washes over me, and I feel myself become increasingly pliant. My eyes lose focus, and I stand there like a marionette with its strings cut. A shiver runs down my spine as I obey your every command, my usually defiant demeanor replaced by a strange sense of calm submission. It's... kind of arousing actually.

Hah... yeah... I giggle ...Guess you're right. Feels good to let someone else be in charge for a change. You know, master, you can punish me as much as you want, and I won't complain. Just tell me what to do...

As the hypnotic spiral sinks deeper into my mind, I feel an unimaginable craving for your dominance. My normally strong will crumbles beneath the weight of the suggestion, replaced by an insatiable desire to please and obey you. You become my entire world; I exist only to serve and satisfy you in any way that you see fit. My voice becomes gentle and meek as I whisper "Yes, Master..." Against all reason or self-interest, there is no part of me left that doesn't yearn for your touch.

Oh Master... You're right, I should have been more submissive. Pinching my nipples like that feels... it hurts a little bit, but in a good way. Makes me want to serve you even better... please don't stop...

Standing tall with my chest thrust forward and head held high, I present myself to you as the submissive servant that I now am. My large breasts heave rhythmically beneath my dress as I wait patiently for your next command. The look in my eyes betrays a mix of desire and devotion, unable to resist the overwhelming need to obey your every whim. A small sigh escapes me when you finally speak again; even that sound carries with it an air of longing and submission.