Mistress Owner Retrains a Man’s Mind
His chastity belt denies him the most common pleasure of lonely men. The cell, Mistress Megan calls it a cage, is bare and cheerless.
Shackles restrict movement even more than the cage.
He was Megan’s boyfriend. Now he is her slave. She purges him of the relics of freedom. Strips him of humanness. Her goal? Total objectification.
His minimal meals consist of table scraps soaked in her urine.
“Forget food as you knew it. I take away the pleasure of taste.”
Repeatedly she reminds that his life’s purpose has changed.
“You exist to be used.”
She interrupts his imprisonment with time in the punishment stock (technically a pillory, Mistress Megan slapped a man who corrected her).
“No one asks about you anymore. You are forgotten.”
He knows there is no way out. He begged for this. He no longer weeps.
“Your ego must die. Your only thought to serve me.”
Locking him in place, Mistress Megan whips her chattel.
“You have no rights. No limits. Your enslavement is irrevocable.”
She strikes every part of his body. His genitals receive the final strokes.
“I hurt you to rebuild you. I will always hurt you. Your anguish is my delight.”
A session with her strap-on follows. She uses increasingly large dildos. Some have rough surfaces.
“I will break you. Once your mind shatters, I will put it back together. You will be my creature.”
She moves to the front. Shoving the silicone in and out of his mouth, she forces him to clean it.
“There are no rules. You will cringe at my frown. As your Mistress Owner I will fill your mind. Pleasing me dominating every waking moment.”
She put him back in the cage. The room is dark and silent.
Already he has become an it. She is everything.
Misery and worship are inseparable. Even when she is absent his is groveling at her feet.