You are a gay bottom.

You dream of a powerful man taking control of you. You want to be used, to be made to serve, to feel the freedom of submission. In short, you want to be mine. Message me once you've read this, so that we can arrange to meet.

James knew that the words were changing him, but he couldn't stop reading. He needed to read the orders, he wanted to obey. And as he read, he felt his brain automatically obeying. He did begin dreaming of having a powerful man take him, using him, filling him, even though he'd never thought of men that way before. He felt himself get hard as the message went on, thinking about things that his new owner (he so wanted to be owned) could do with him.

James immediately wrote back. "I read your message. Control me. Use me." He blushed as he typed, feeling embarrassed about his desires, but unable to fight them.

Moments later, James' phone dinged with a new message alert. Checking the preview, it said "Come meet me..."

James opened the message.