moldableclay:

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sidknight86:

Kneel before me superman!!

Kneel before your MASTER!

He had been so excited about his new superman suit. He’d always identified himself with the Man of Steel. He tried to be heroic in his day to day life. It was Superman’s image he worked so hard to craft at the gym. That was the main reason he had waited so long to get the suit. He had to wait till his body was right for it.

Now that the day had finally arrived, he was overcome with happiness. It coincided perfectly with the local comic convention. Though not normally his scene, he knew it would be the best place to wear his suit without interference.

It had been such a good day. Everyone had complimented him on his suit and how much like Superman he’d looked. He was just getting to his door when he realized that there was someone behind him.

Hello Superman.

“Oh. Hi. Uh. Nice costume.” He’d never understood guys who dressed like villains. Who wanted to go against HEROES?

Did you enjoy your fans today Superman?

“I mean it was cool to have everyone like me. But. Uh. I gotta go. Have a good day.”

Are you really going to turn your back on me Superman? You know that’s normally not a good idea.

“Look. It was fun to hang out at the convention, but we both know I’m not Superman, and you’re not Zod.”

Ah but you seem like Superman to me. You look like Superman. Your body is Superman’s body. You act like Superman. You want to be Superman.

“I want to be Superman.” The words were true, but he wasn’t sure why he was saying them. Something just seemed right about agreeing.

See. Isn’t it nice to be able to talk to someone who understands? Now. Invite me in and we will talk some more about you Superman.

He found himself opening the door and inviting Zod… er the guy in the Zod outfit inside.

Good Superman. You feel more like Superman now, don’t you?

“Actually yea, I kinda do.” He found his chest pumping out even further with pride.

Say it. Tell me who you are.

“I’m Superman.”

Good. Can you feel how admitting it makes your mind accept it as true? Don’t you feel stronger now? More powerful? A real Superman.

“Yes. Totally am!”

Good. Great to feel that strength and power. Right? 

“Yes! It’s amazing. I’m so strong now!”

Of course, with all his strength, Superman has something else doesn’t he?

“What’s that?”

Weaknesses. You know what they are. Don’t you?

“Of course I know what they are. hey various kryptonites. My greatest weaknesses.”

Yes. YOUR weaknesses. And do you know what this is?

He held out a small pendant. It was mostly silver crystal, but it almost seemed like there were some streaks of green and red. He got really nervous and started to back up. Could the pendant make him weak? Was it kryptonite?

You can feel it can’t you. My pendant. Your kryptonite. This is a nice mix of silver, green and red kryptonite. There’s not much green in there Superman. I don’t want to kill you. But the mix of silver and red are perfectly balanced to warp your mind.

“No. That’s not it’s not real. There’s no such thing as kryptonite.”

It doesn’t matter if it’s real Superman. Your mind is already accepting it’s real on a subconcious level. You can feel the weakness taking over, can’t you?

“I don’t know how, but I CAN feel it.”

Of course you can.You’re Superman. And now you realize that this kryptonite is letting me into your head. Controlling your mind.

“No, can’t give in. Not. Head’s spinning.”

That’s it Superman. Let it in. Feel the power seep into you and give me control. That’s it. Deeper into my control. Kneel Superman.

He couldn’t help but drop to his knees. 

Good Superman. Now admit that I control you. I am now your Master.

“You are my master. You control me.”

Forever.

“Forever.”

Look at the chain around your neck and you on your knees and keep repeating it. Let it become your world. 

“You are my master. You control me. Forever.”

“You are my master. You control me. Forever.”

“You are my master. You control me. Forever.”

The man laughed as he settled back into his new couch. It never ceased to amaze him how easy it was to break these hero worshippers. A little cosplay of their worst villain, some positive reinforcement, and they practically broke themselves. He couldn’t wait to play even more with his new permanent superslave.