Chapter 10
Debbie might have lived out the rest of her life if it hadn't been for
some events, which started back at Mistress' mansion. Several years
after selling Debbie, Mistress Helen Chamberlain still ran her ruthless
slaving operation. Giselle was still her favorite slave, constantly
restrained and regularly punished as she performed many of the daily
duties at the mansion.
Bryce was still in her employ and although Shawna was formally Mistress'
slave, she was in effect Bryce's partner. The two were a couple,
genuinely in love. Both of them enjoyed their master and mistress roles,
Bryce in the slave training operation and Shawna both in the slave
training operation and as a professional domina.
As time went by one thing began to annoy them, however. Shawna had long
since shed all of her submissive tendencies except when together with
Bryce. He was the only one she occasionally enjoyed being dominated by.
But once in a while Mistress demanded what she saw as her right, the
right to dominate and punish Shawna. Bryce and Shawna became more and
more annoyed at this, to the point that Bryce suggested that they run
away and start over somewhere else. Neither liked this solution, as they
in all other respects loved their work and their life together.
Before they had the chance to carry out this desperate plan, however,
another solution presented itself. Master Farrell lived across the
country in another city, from where he ran his own slaving operation. An
operation that was much larger than Mistress'. But he had wanted to
spread into Mistress' turf for a long time. So when he one night
overheard Bryce and Shawna talking about their problems, he seized the
opportunity. He was in town on other business and was just out checking
the scene at a local S&M-club where Bryce and Shawna where hanging out.
They had seen him at Mistress' house and when he introduced himself,
they instantly knew who he was. He suggested that they all go somewhere
more private and so a meeting was set up in his hotel room. Here he laid
out a plan that would solve their problems, while at the same time
giving him what he wanted. Bryce and Shawna needed no time for
consideration and instantly agreed to his plan. Master Farrell's pockets
where deep and Bryce had no problems convincing the deciding few among
the masters and mistresses in Helen Chamberlain's employ of how much
they would benefit from the scheme.
So one day as Mistress Helen Chamberlain came back from the city she
found an unfamiliar limo waiting by her house. As she opened the door
she most surprised not to find Giselle there. Giselle was always right
inside the door waiting for her mistress. She went into the living room
and here she found Giselle. She had been bound and gagged in her white
maid's uniform and she lay across a table while Shawna stood behind her,
fucking her up the ass. Shawna was dressed in a short dress made of
black leather, which clung to her every curve, accentuating her
beautiful body. It was pulled up to her hips now to make room for her
cock as she pumped it in and out of Giselle's ass. On Shawna's feet were
black stilettos 6 inches high. Shawna was giving Giselle a reach-around
and Giselle looked like she was about to cum. As Helen watched Giselle
came, writhing in ecstasy, her sperm spraying on the otherwise
immaculate carpet. On the couch sat Master Farrell and Bryce, their feet
on the coffee table as they drank beers and talked.
Helen was far from stupid. She instantly knew that this was not an
ordinary case of insulting behavior; this was a takeover. She turned to
call for her security man only to find him and 2 of his men standing
right behind her. She instantly saw that they had not come to save her.
The carried an array of chains and ropes obviously not meant for Master
Farrell or any of the others. Helen began to fear that she might not
make it out all right. Her fears came true as the men pounced on her,
ripping off her red silk dress and her panties, cuffing her hands behind
her back and gagging her with a large ball-gag. The men threw her on the
floor in front of Master Farrell and Bryce. Landing on the floor she saw
that Giselle had also landed on the floor. Giselle looked completely
exhausted, bleary-eyed and covered in sweat. Had she seen the puddle of
semen on the carpet she would have understood. Shawna had been fucking
Giselle for hours, giving her one fabulous orgasm after the other and in
effect convincing her to change sides. Not that this was strictly
necessary since she was a slave, but Master Farrell had a plan to
humiliate Helen that required some cooperation from Giselle. After the
fucking she had just received and the torture she was about to witness,
her cooperation was insured. Master Farrell nudged Helene with his foot
and said: "Helen. Your time as the queen-bitch of this town is over. You
are about to assume your proper station in life: that of a slave-bitch."
Helen began to fear the worst as he continued: "In a short while you are
going to sign over all of your property to me and my subsidiaries. When
this little formality has been taken care of you are going to be given a
small taste of what awaits you. I suggest that you sign the papers now,"
he signaled at a pile of papers held Master Farrell's lawyer, a sharp
looking young woman who had just entered the room, "since refusing will
only increase the amount of pain you are subjected to. Of course one
might argue that since you are going to spend the rest more of less in
constant pain, what difference does a little extra make? But I'll leave
that up to you, since it is the last real decision you are going to make
in your life." As he removed Helen's gag, she wanted to scream
profanities at him, but instead tested the water to see how deep she was
in: "Is no one on my side?" she asked looking around. She could see
almost all of the security people, all of the masters and mistresses in
her employ and a good deal of the legal people standing around her in
the room. The room was almost full, but no one came forward. Her stomach
sank as Shawna came forward and knelt beside her. Shawna grabbed Helen's
right nipple and said: "No sweetie. No one is on your side. You are
about to go down, bitch." Helen lost it and began to cry. She had a
pretty good idea of what awaited her. The people around her chuckled as
Bryce threw Helen over her shoulder and carried her down into the
dungeon. The flock of people followed and after a little while only
Shawna and Giselle were left. Without a word Shawna slowly began to
remove all of Giselle's clothes until only her shoes were left. Shawna
had left the gag in but had changed Giselle's bindings so that she was
now tied up in an arm-binder. The undressing had been
uncharacteristically gentle and Giselle looked at Shawna with both fear
and longing. Giselle felt pleasantly relaxed after the cascade of
orgasms Shawna had given her. She was nervous about the future, but she
had been a slave for years now. Of course things could always change for
the worse, but she had found that as a slave it was best not to think
about the future, which you had no control over. As a slave all that
mattered was obeying now so as to avoid punishment. As Giselle lay naked
wearing only heels, arm-binder and gag, Shawna began caressing her and
after kissing Giselle's nipples she even removed Giselle's gag and
kissed her deep and long. It had been years since anyone had kissed
Giselle like that and she enjoyed it in full, giving herself up to
Shawna. When Shawna broke off the kiss her eyes sparkled and Giselle saw
that Shawna's cock was fully erect under the short, leather dress.
Giselle's own member was also ready, unrestrained as it was. Shawna held
Giselle's member gently causing Giselle to draw a sharp breath of
pleasurable anticipation. Before she did anything to Giselle, Shawna
spoke: "You are going to follow Helen as she goes into slavery in Master
Farrell's dungeon." Giselle was not especially surprised, but quite
nervous. Master Farrell had a reputation as a particularly brutal man.
Shawna continued: "Helen will of course be broken and turned into the
lowest slave in Master Farrell's hierarchy, but his plans for you
constitutes a step up in life for you." Shawna had Giselle's undivided
attention now. "You will of course be his slave for the rest of your
life, but he wants to use you to humiliate Helen completely and that
means that you are going to do some dominating. How would you like that,
Giselle?" As Giselle answered, her voice was soft and full of gratitude:
"Mistress, please, Mistress. Mistress, I would love that, Mistress.
Mistress, thank you, Mistress." Shawna smiled at Giselle's answer, which
was of course expected. She then turned her attention to Giselle's cock.
Shawna positioned herself with her crotch over Giselle's face and as she
inserted her cock into Giselle's mouth, she began to suck Giselle's
erect member. For Giselle it was the best fuck she could remember. She
screamed with Shawna's cock in her mouth as she thrashed in ecstasy,
spurting her cum into Shawna's mouth. Seconds later she was swallowing
Shawna's cum.
When they had both calmed down Shawna helped Giselle to stand. "Come
on," she told Giselle, "they are breaking Helen and I don't want to miss
it. Of course you are going to have to provide some service, but I
should think that you will rather enjoy it all things considered."
Giselle answered with her head bowed in submission and gratitude:
"Mistress, please, Mistress. Mistress, I would love to, Mistress." She
took the courage to look up at Shawna. Giselle had never really had much
to do with Shawna, but she was rapidly falling for her and looked at her
with abject admiration. Shawna smiled at the sissy before leashing her
and leading her to the dungeon.
When they arrived Helen had just signed the documents transferring her
possessions to Master Farrell. She was tied to a cross, her body already
covered in welts, and with electrodes attached to all the sensitive
areas of her body. She was emitting small screams as electricity was
continually administered to her. Once the signing away had been taken
care of the festivities began. Everyone wanted to torture Helen and
everyone wanted to fuck her. Helen descended into the nightmare of her
beginning slavery. As not everyone could fuck Helen at the same time the
ones waiting took advantage of Giselle, who eagerly sucked and fucked
everyone who wanted it.
As night turned into morning Helen's strength ebbed out and Master
Farrell called an end to the torture. Helen was lying limply on the
floor, her hands tied in a back prayer, he whole body bruised and
battered and semen running out of all of her orifices. Giselle also had
sperm running out of her ass and down her legs, but unlike Helen she
seemed to enjoy herself even though she was very tired after a long
night of fucking. As Bryce gagged and hooded Helen before wrapping her
up in a leather bag, ready for shipment to Master Farrell's dungeon,
Master Farrell himself came over to Giselle. She had been instructed by
Shawna in how to behave and knelt in front of him, her face touching the
ground. He crouched down and lifted her head up by the hair, bringing
her face close to his. He looked her straight into the eyes as he spoke:
"You are my property now, slave. Shawna has told me that you are
enthusiastic about my plans for you. This is good. Opposition to my
plans causes great pain." Giselle listened with rapt attention as he
continued: "If you follow my commands properly, I will install you as a
slave handler in my dungeon, with Helen as your personal... assistant.
After she has been properly broken, of course. You will also have to go
through a phase of breaking in, but it will be easier for you. You know
that you will live out your life as a slave. She doesn't... yet. You may
thank me." Giselle thanked Master Farrell profusely, pouring her genuine
gratitude on him as he laughed derisively. Before she had finished, he
rose and signaled to Bryce. Bryce then came over and made Giselle ready
for transport. First he reattached Giselle's chastity device, then he
gagged and hooded her before stowing her away in a wooden crate. Giselle
offered no resistance, but rather enjoyed the attention and the thought
of her new status.
While his limo was being packed Master Farrell said goodbye to Bryce and
Shawna. He left them in charge of Helen's empire, which was of course
his empire now and invited then to visit him when Helen's "education"
was complete. Then he left for home. Bryce and Shawna celebrated their
new status with a spate of furious lovemaking as the sun rose.
At Master Farrell's mansion the training began for Helen and Giselle.
The first step was the brutal corsets and ballet-toed boots. While Helen
struggled getting punished all the time, Giselle rather enjoyed it. She
saw it all as a necessary bit of training in order to please Master
Farrell and assume her new duties. Master Farrell saw Giselle's
eagerness to please and smiled to himself. Even though he enjoyed
breaking slaves the hard way, indeed that was the reason he had become a
slaver, he was a bit touched by Giselle's behavior. She desperately
wanted to please, as did all his slaves, but now that she had been
promised the possibility of a more elevated state, she gladly submitted
to all the painful training he had in store for her. Helen's plight was
of course not improved by the fact that she was officially declared to
be the lowest of all Master Farrell's slaves. She was also completely
unused to having any kind of pain inflicted on her and unused to being
the exploited one. But Master Farrell knew which buttons to press and
soon she had been reduced to a pleading slave-bitch who would do
anything to please her master. Master Farrell, however, wanted more. He
wanted her to beg him to do anything to her. He wanted her to beg him to
cut her arms off so that she could be made into a proper sextoy. He
accomplished this by training her as a toilet slave. By the time she had
been installed as a toilet for a week, she was completely desperate.
When she wasn't swallowing shit or piss, she was subjected to horrific
torture. She would do anything to not be a toilet slave. When she had
been fully trained as a toilet slave, swallowing everything without the
slightest hesitation, he installed her semi-permanently in the
bathrooms. She hated it completely and would still do everything to get
out, but it was only after 4 months as a toilet that a mistress taking a
dump in her open mouth suggested that offering herself to Master Farrell
as one of his armless freaks with huge tits was the only way for her to
escape the toilet. Helen thought about the prospect of spending the rest
of her life without arms as a pain-/sex-toy and took the decision in
minutes. Better to be without arms than to eat other peoples shit for
the rest of her life. It was, however, several days before she had a
chance to offer herself to Master Farrell as an armless slave. The first
time she offered it he played it cool and ignored her. It wasn't until
the seventh time, several months after she had made the decision that he
took her up on the offer. Helen Chamberlain was shipped off to Dr.
Jacobsen, who was absolutely delighted to see her. Her transformation
took much longer than normal because the evil doctor so delighted in
torturing her. In the end he ran out of excuses to return her and one
day the chubby slave in the shipping office unpacked yet another crate,
this one containing the remade Helen Chamberlain.
Meanwhile Giselle had finished training and was now one of Master
Farrell's assistants in the dungeon. Her years as a helper in Helen's
dungeon was of great value to Master Farrell as she effortlessly handled
the training and selling of different slaves. She was most efficient and
dedicated, completely loyal in a way most of his other assistants
weren't. Giselle was by nature a submissive and loved being dominated by
Master Farrell. And he had allowed her a measure of freedom she hadn't
experienced since meeting Helen; even regularly releasing her imprisoned
cock so she could have orgasms. Giselle felt that she had the best of
both worlds. She was brutally corseted and walked around in the same
ballet-toed boots as the rest of the slaves. To mark her status she was
allowed to dress, after a measure, usually wearing full-body rubber
suits. She submitted willingly to Master Farrell, enjoying his complete
domination immensely. And at the same time he allowed her to get release
and to dominate others. She loved him passionately and one day she fell
to her knees to declare her love for him. Master Farrell smiled at his
new love-slave. Most had been tortured into adoring him, but Giselle had
submitted willingly. He liked that and decided that he had been right in
promoting her above so many others. He patted Giselle's head and moved
on, Debbie following in his footsteps.
Giselle shuddered at the sight of Debbie, as did everyone of the other
slave-handlers in the dungeon. Giselle was the only one who had known
Debbie before and she could hardly recognize her now. She was without a
doubt the most severely bound slave in Master Farrell's possession. On
her feet were the tiny ballet-toed boots; heels higher than any other
worn in the dungeon and her ankles were connected by a ridiculously
short piece of chain. Her corset was the most restrictive of all and her
tits were the largest. They had been cinched at the base by an inch wide
rubber strap and were similarly constricted at 2 inch intervals all the
way out to the tips, making them stand straight out on her chest like
fat sausages. The nipples were pierced and from the rings went a couple
of wires. One connected the tits to each other, while 2 other wires were
connected to a ring on Debbie's brutal neck corset, thus making a weird
bra of sorts. The boots, the corset, the straps and the neck corset were
all black and the thick rubber hood, which covered her head, was also
black. She was gagged with a huge penis-gag and her eyes looked out
through tubes with distorting lenses at the end, giving her a weird
insectile look. Her hair, which had grown long enough to reach her
waist, came out of the top of the hood and cascaded down her back.
Giselle knew that Debbie had been like this for more than three years,
never leaving Master Farrell's side unless stowed away in a box. She
lived only for Master Farrell. He was the only person who occupied her
universe. Apart from him she had nothing but pain to occupy her world.
Her presence scared the wits out of everyone; the mere thought that they
might end up like that being enough to scare most into submission.
Some weeks later Helen arrived back from the evil doctor's clinic. Her
arms had been removed and a pair of truly massive tits hung from her
chest. All of her hair had been removed leaving her completely bald and
on her forehead had been tattooed: "Potty-bitch". She stumbled and fell
when she came out of the box, being unable to stand with the new weight
on her chest. Master Farrell laughed derisively and said to Giselle:
"The useless slave doesn't even know how to stand. Prove yourself
Giselle. Teach her proper behavior. You have a week." With that Master
Farrell left Helen to Giselle. Giselle knew that now was the time if she
was to assume a commanding position in the dungeon and pounced on Helen.
Helen tried desperately to plead her way out of the torture she knew was
coming, Giselle would have none of it. She started immediately.
A week later Helen had been completely broken once again. Not only had
Giselle trained her more brutally than she had imagined possible, Helen
had also found out what was tattooed on her forehead. Although she
wouldn't be installed as a toilet as before, it still meant that she was
going to be used as a toilet on a regular basis. She had been lied to.
She had willingly given up her arms to get out of the position as a
toilet slave, only to find that she had been remade into a
"porta-potty".
Helen did come to terms with her position as a slave in time. Being a
"porta-potty" proved far better than being a full-time toilet and she
was more or less given to Giselle as an almost personal slave. Although
it was meant to humiliate her, which it did, she still found some
pleasure in it. With Giselle she found that she did indeed have a
submissive side and that she did gain some measure of satisfaction from
the humiliating treatment she was subjected to. Helen spent most of her
day following Giselle around on her job in the dungeon. She acted as a
handy sex slave, paintoy, and toilet and carrier of many different
items. Some she carried in her now toothless mouth, while other hung
from the rings in her nipples and labia. In the evening, if neither
Giselle nor Helen was called upon to perform in one way or the other,
they retired to Giselle's room. She had been given a small room with a
bed and an adjoining bathroom and toilet. Not that Giselle ever used the
toilet. She used Helen if she had to use the toilet. Giselle didn't
really torture Helen, but rather enjoyed humiliating her and denying her
sexual release. Giselle's member was often released by Master Farrell
and when it was she wasted no time in fucking Helen. She either fucked
Helen up the ass or cleaned her filthy mouth and fucked that. Although
Helen begged and cried Giselle never let her cum without Master
Farrell's explicit go-ahead, which never came. Giselle didn't know for
sure, but she naturally assumed that cameras were watching them and that
any transgression would be dealt with harshly. As a natural slave she
had no problems obeying all of Master Farrell's rules and this meant
that Helen was never allowed to cum. Master Farrell watched the video
images from Giselle's room and smiled. Even when she had been given the
dominant role, she still excelled in her submissive duties.
As promised Bryce and Shawna were invited to Master Farrell's mansion
when Helen had been broken in. He gave them the grand tour of his
facilities and they marveled at the completeness of his domination. Both
wowed to learn from his ideas and to change the way things were done
back at what was now their place, just as Master Farrell had intended.
During the tour Shawna found it difficult to tear her eyes away from
Debbie. She had been told when they arrived that it was Debbie and for
how long she had been like this. The sight of Debbie filled her with
pity, but that was a subordinate feeling, compared to the lust that
filled her at the thought of owning such a slave. The fact that it was
Debbie, the sissy whom she had once had very warm feelings towards only
added to her desire. Master Farrell was not late in spotting Shawna's
lust towards Debbie. As with all his possessions he was loath to let her
go. Mostly because he loved owning slaves, not because of what she was
or meant to him. In truth he was growing a little tired of her. She
still had the best tongue of all and her blind obedience and total
commitment, even if it was a product of her training, still made her
attractive. But he was a restless man and his primary pleasure would
always be in the breaking of a slave, not in the possession of one.
Besides he had had his eye on a cute little Chinese sissy just back from
his feminization at Dr. Jacobsen's clinic. She had received practically
no slave training as he had caught her in the most old-fashioned way. He
had met the little sissy in a bar one evening. She had been a sweet boy
then, just out of high school, with no family and a who had just come
out of the closet. Master Farrell was up for any challenge and seduced
the boy. After having seduced him Master Farrell had started dominating
him mildly and eventually he had feminized him, forcing him to wear only
women's clothes. A month later the sissy-boy had willingly allowed
Master Farrell to admit him to Dr. Jacobsen's clinic. It wasn't until he
saw the nurses that he realized what he had signed up for and by then it
was far too late. The little sissy now waited anxiously in a cell as
Master Farrell thought about what should be done to him.
Master Farrell made a quick decision: "Shawna," he said grabbing her
attention, "I see that you like my slave Debbie." Shawna nodded and in
her prison Debbie heard Master Farrell's words. The name "Shawna"
stirred a weak but pleasant memory, which she couldn't quite place.
Master Farrell continued: "I propose a deal. I give you Debbie and in
return I have someone in your town I want turned into a slave. Do we
have a deal?" Shawna didn't care who she had to turn into a slave:
"Yes," she answered. Bryce overheard the conversation but didn't step
in. He saw no real problem in it and besides he knew that look on her
face. It was the "I-want"-look and there was no stopping that. The
person Master Farrell wanted captured proved to be nobody special, a
routine kidnapping really, but it provided him with a ready excuse to
get rid of Debbie, while not seeming to give her away for free. He had
decided that he would turn the pretty little Chinese sissy into Debbie's
replacement, only he would make sure that it looked like Debbie had
gotten off lightly by comparison. He had some truly evil ideas about
what he would do to his new personal slave.
So it was that Debbie was stowed away in a crate as Shawna and Bryce
flew home. Bryce knew that Shawna would spend a considerable amount of
time training Debbie to be her personal slave, but it was all right. It
was healthy for a dominant to engage in such hobbies.
At the mansion Shawna isolated Debbie in a small private dungeon, away
from the usual slave training. She tied Debbie to a chair, which had
large dildo protruding from the seat, her legs secured to the chair legs
and her torso strapped to the backrest. Then she removed Debbie's other
bindings. First she removed the chastity device and was not surprised to
see Debbie's member springing to life. Then she removed her gag, her
hood and her neck corset. Finally as Debbie sat blinking in the light,
she removed the straps around Debbie tits.
Debbie was completely disorientated. Where was Master Farrell? She
needed to serve Master Farrell, needed to please him. Debbie whined,
unused to the situation. She thought that she might recognize the woman
in front of her, but wasn't sure. She looked friendly and smiled
invitingly at her, but Debbie's world was dominated by the need to
please Master Farrell. She grew desperate as she saw he wasn't around.
Shawna interrupted Debbie's confused and desperate thought by standing
up and sticking her cock into Debbie's mouth. She had seen that it would
be a while before Debbie calmed down and returned to a more normal
state, if ever. So instead she made Debbie perform an act she was sure
to find reassuringly familiar. It worked. Debbie calmed down as she
focused on sucking Shawna's dick. For Shawna it was almost a shock.
Debbie had always been the best cocksucker around, but her skills had
improved dramatically. She was now nothing short of fantastic and Shawna
exploded into Debbie's mouth before she knew what was happening. After a
short break to catch her breath and recover, Shawna made Debbie blow her
again. Debbie had calmed down a little after sucking Shawna's cock and
now she sat still and waited for Master Farrell. Shawna realized that it
would take some time for Debbie to return something even close to
normal. She gagged and hooded Debbie again, correctly assuming that it
would calm her down and then she got hold of Bryce.
First she demonstrated Debbie's skills as a cocksucker by taking her
man's member and sticking it in Debbie's mouth. Bryce too was shocked at
her skill. Bryce and Shawna decided that it was worth the time and
effort to bring Debbie back to a more normal state of mind. Not only
could she be retrained to respond to them instead of Master Farrell, but
she could also teach others the proper blowjob technique. Slaves trained
to Debbie's skill level would fetch a fortune.
Over the next 2 months Shawna slowly brought Debbie back to a more
normal state of mind. Her conditioning had been complete and some of it
would never leave her, but eventually she recognized both Shawna and
Bryce. She cried with gratitude when she finally realized that Shawna
and Bryce were her owners. She also cried a little when she heard of
Mistress Helen's fate. Debbie had loved Helen Chamberlain, the cruel
woman who had first realized what Debbie was and she hated the idea that
Helen was now an armless toilet slave. Debbie now taught Shawna all
about blowjob technique, but it was a slow process. One of the reasons
she was so good at it, was her elongated tongue. The tongue was so long
that Debbie had great difficulty in being understood. Her speech was
almost completely garbled and only when she demonstrated at the same
time did her gurglings make any sense. Eventually Shawna had learned all
the tricks, if not for herself then well enough to teach a new batch of
slaves without teeth and with very long tongues.
As for Debbie she enjoyed every moment of her new life, even when Shawna
decided to torture her. For Shawna, however, it was a different matter.
She liked Debbie a lot as she was now, but the Debbie that she had loved
and who had filled her with lust had been the strictly controlled figure
she had seen at Master Farrell's dungeon. The present Debbie was too
much vanilla, even if she was treated much worse than the average slave.
There was something about Debbie that brought out the most dominant and
cruel in everyone she met. Shawna decided that Debbie would have to be
transformed back into the brainwashed paintoy she had been before.
So it was that one day Debbie was led into a small private dungeon and
placed on a dildo-pole. Shawna joined her shortly and without a word she
removed Debbie's chastity device. Debbie had not been allowed to cum
since being given to Shawna and Bryce and in the almost 4 years she had
belonged to Master Farrell she had only been emptied of sperm in the
most cruel way. Her cock now stood twitching with need, pre-cum running
in steady stream down her leg. Shawna left the cock free and stood back
a little and said to Debbie: "Debbie, I don't like you as a regular
slave." Debbie's face dropped as she almost began to cry. Shawna
continued: "I've decided that I want you only as you were when you came
from Master Farrell: completely controlled and brainwashed, responding
only to me and to my needs." Debbie began to cry in earnest. She liked
things the way they were, where she a slave to Shawna, but where she was
able to sense the rest of the world as well. It was of course a very
limited world in the dungeons, but it was far larger than the one
experienced only inside her hood. Debbie tried to plead, garbled words
coming from her mouth, but Shawna cut her off: "There is nothing to
discuss. In a moment I'll put your hood back on. It'll be just as
restrictive as the old one, but this time my voice will be the only one
you'll be able to understand. Once the hood goes on, I'll torture and
brainwash you just as mercilessly as Master Farrell did. You'll stay
that way for the rest of your life." Debbie knew it was useless to
object. Instead she just sobbed helplessly. She tried to comfort herself
with the thought that it would be nicer to serve Shawna than Master
Farrell, and it was the same note Shawna struck: "Stop your crying,
useless sissy-slut. I'm a much more gentle being than Master Farrell.
And remember: you have loved me for a long time. Won't it be nice to
sacrifice yourself to someone you love? You'll have the chance to prove
your love for me every day for the rest of your life." Shawna stepped
close to Debbie and kissed her deeply. Debbie thought that maybe Shawna
was right. Maybe it would be far better to be a slave to someone you
loved. Shawna saw the change in Debbie's eyes and said: "Give yourself
up freely. Offer yourself to me and everything will be better. You'll
love your new role and once in a while there's even the chance that I'll
treat you nice." She grabbed Debbie's throbbing cock and whispered
intimately: "Give yourself up Debbie. You know you want to." And so
Debbie resigned herself to her fate and said in low voice, straining to
be understood: "Mistress, please, Mistress. Mistress, I give myself to
you. Make me into what you desire Shawna." Shawna smiled at Debbie's
words, forgiving her transgression. To mark that she accepted Debbie's
offer, she slid to her knees in front of Debbie. And to Debbie's great
delight Shawna sucked her cock. It was beyond a shadow of a doubt the
best orgasm Debbie had ever had. Four years of pent up sexual
frustration spurted out when she came, spilling down Shawna's cheeks.
When it was over and Debbie was completely exhausted and for the first
time in years feeling relaxed, Shawna sealed Debbie's fate. First came
the neck corset, then the hood with the earplugs, which allowed only
Shawna's voice to get through, and the tubes with the distorting lenses,
Allowing Debbie only to see the world in jumbled fragments. Then Shawna
added the cruel penis-gag going far down Debbie's throat and finally her
tits were constricted once again. Shawna stood back and paused a moment
before commencing Debbie's new training regimen.
