Charlie saw her reflection in the mirror and she barely recognized herself.

It was like looking at an stranger, a very hot stranger.

And yet, there was that familiarity, watching the reflection move along with her body.

The way she lifted her breasts with one hand, how she pulled on her nipples, her pierced nipples.

She saw her hand going down her body, spreading lower lips apart, revealing her wet pussy and the shining clit piercing.

It was weird, watching her body, being aware that she did this to herself, that she followed his direction, that all the time, she wanted it.

How he molded her, how he changed her to fit his pleasure, his desires.

And all that time, she wanted it.

She wanted to be the perfect slut, the perfect pet, the perfect whore.

Just for him.

Charlie saw a strand leak from her pussy, it was dripping down.

God, that made her hot.

She pinched on her nipples, on her clit. Watching the stranger in the mirror, the girl with dyed pink hair, mimic her motions.

She saw how her fingers went into her pussy. She saw her mouth twist into an O shape as pleasure took over her.

There was no trace of her former self, the brown haired girl, the one that stumbled upon him, the one that made her confess her desires.

All that time, she wanted it.

She wanted a man, a woman, anyone, to find out how she masturbated to girls losing themselves so much they became someone else.

And he did, he found out, or did she tell him?

She could not remember.

Fuck, maybe he programmed her.

That made her whole body shake. The girl in the mirror looked at her with lust, she smiled and licked her lips.

She could fuck her.

Suddenly, she had a trigger word. A single sentence that would turn off her mind, let him play and shape her however he wanted.

And, oh, did she want it.

Charlie saw her reflection, that was the evidence, the girl on the mirror, a perfect doll.

Trained in pleasure for him.

He would take control of every waking moment of her life. A single text, or a simple call, and he would whisper those sweet words that made everything fade away.

One moment she would be studying, the next one she would have a vibe inside her pussy, teasing her, keeping her on the edge until she was done with the subject.

Next one she would be running on a threadmill, every step making her more and more aroused, until she was holding back a stifled moan in the middle of the gym. Her juices and sweat dripping in the shower as she tried to reach an orgasm that would never cum without his permission.

Then there were the small changes. Eat this, don’t eat that.

She surrendered bits of control every time.

And all the time, she wanted more.

The pleasure grew with each order. Her submission grew as well.

Eventually he no longer needed to say those words. She simply complied. Her will was a thing of the past by the time he ordered her to get her nipples and clit pierced.

And that’s what she wanted.

A perfect, pink-haired doll.

She looked at her reflection. He called her Charlie and she forgot her old name.

The girl in the reflection looked hot, but it wasn’t quite yet there. Something was missing.

Charlie pulled out the three things that came on the mail that morning and placed them in front of her on the counter.

A pink collar, with her name on it. His pet. Charlie, his pet.

Then came the chains, connecting her nipples, she tugged on them feeling a delicious, slightly painful sting.

A moan escaped her lips.

Finally, she pulled out the leash.

She clasped the end of it to the ring on her clit.

Charlie looked at her reflection, the slut on the mirror was perfect. Her tongue hanging from her mouth, drooling and dripping. A mindless, horny doll.

She took out her phone and took a picture, her leash on her hand.

“I’m ready, Master” She sent the picture and waited.

“Wait, kneeling by the door. I’ll be there shortly.”

And she complied.

Time passed slowly, each second felt eternal while her pussy made a puddle on the entrance of her apartment.

The door opened.

She felt a jolt of joy light her whole body, she tried getting up only to fall at his feet, he caught her and pulled her back on her knees.

“Easy there, princess,” He said, softly. He grabbed her by the chin and kissed her.

He pulled on the chain connecting her nipples, breaking the kiss.

She gasped, whimpered.

He continued, fondling her breasts, his property.

“You know you can’t go around walking on your feet anymore, not in front of me, my pet.”

Charlie nodded, tried to search for words but found none, instinctively, she replied, barking, “Woof,” and she let her tongue hang out of her mouth, drooling.

“That’s my girl.” He said and tussled her hair.

Charlie barked again, closing her eyes.

“Come in,” She heard, but she was lost in her own world, being caressed by her Master, her owner.

“Here she is.” He said.

“She is perfect,” Carlie recognized the voice and opened her eyes.

She took a step back, looking up at the man next to her Master.

“Sit,” Her master said, and Charlie stopped, sitting on the floor, her legs spread apart with her hands between them, like a puppy waiting for the next command.

“Now, now, princess, behave, we have a guest.” Her master said, “And he paid good money to buy you.”

Something on the back of her head lit up, danger, anger, anxiety. Everything told her to jump and run.

But she didn’t move. She stood in place, dripping, her arousal growing hot between her legs.

“The past few months have been a lot of fun, Charlie, but the training period is over, it’s time to return you to your Master,” her Master, her owner had a stoic face, but she could see a bit of sadness in his eyes.

Charlie whimpered. She pushed her nose, her nuzzle, against his crotch. She begged him with her eyes.

“Don’t worry, princess, you will be okay, you know your magic words if you need them and you can call me whenever you want, it’s part of the contract.”

Charlie blinked, she didn’t understand.

But then, he said those words again.

“Softly she drops.”

Her eyes fluttered, her mouth sagged. She was empty, ready to be programmed once more.

“Remember, princess, remember how she gave you those words, how you left before the programming was done. How much you wanted this.”

And she remembered, his words, the words of her Master, her former Master, molding her mind.

She remembered his teasing, his programming, making her drift off with a vibe between her legs.

And she remembered how she left, how she found a new Master.

She wanted a new Master.

Someone to train her, someone to make her the perfect doll for him.

She wanted to be his gift.

And he did. He transformed her into the perfect doll, the perfect pet, the perfect whore. Just like she wanted.

Charlie woke up in her own body, and recognized it as her own.

Her Master took her leash, the one between her legs, and pulled on it.

Charlie whimpered, moaned, and she followed him.

Out of the apartment that belonged to a stranger, he tussled her hair before she left.

She barked enthusiastically, thanking him, before getting into the car with her Master.