"Please let me stop.... I beg you." Sarah pleaded. She immediately went back to biting her pillow, trying to suppress her moans as she touched herself. She was completely naked on her bed.  She was face down with her ass in the air.  Her hand was busy in between her legs.

"Please let me stop, who?" The man asked.

"Please let me stop Master? Let me go." Sarah corrected herself. She couldn't remember why she called this man Master. She couldn't remember most of her day. She just knew that she had to obey. She had been told to push her face into a pillow and show off her pussy. So, she did. It didn't matter that she was exposed. It didn't matter that she couldn't see her surroundings. It didn't matter that she had been in darkness for as long as she could remember.

"Let you go? Well, I'm not restraining you, am I?" He asked mockingly. "In fact, the last time I left you with the program, I went out to get dinner. You could have left. Nothing is stopping you. Do you not remember that you invited me in. You agreed to this. I have a recording. So, tell me, why didn't you leave?"

Sarah felt his hand start groping her breasts. She was not allowed to look up. She simply had to accept it as he touched her body. The worst part was that the more she was touched, the more turned on she became, and the faster she pleasured herself. "No...." Sarah felt a rush of pain as her master slapped her ass. 

"No... well maybe you are not ready yet. I might have to return later." The man sounded disappointed.

Sarah felt the man let go of her body and start walking away. "Wait...." She felt so empty now. She needed to be touched. It felt so terrible to not be in the same room as Master. It felt so bad to not be touched by Master. It felt so bad make Master disappointed. "Please stay...."

"Then why can't you leave?" The man started touching Sarah again, a smile appearing on her face for a second.

Sarah swallowed before saying what she had to say. "Because I'm a woman."

"Why does it matter that you are women?" The man asked in a mocking voice once again.

"Women must always obey men." Sarah replied, finally saying it out loud. Those words had been screaming inside her head for hours now.

"Any man?"  He asked as a follow up question.

"The unlucky ones. Yes." Sarah explained. Her mind internalizing what women were meant to be. They were meant to be used by any man. All women were horny sluts who couldn't help themselves.

"Are you unlucky?"

"No." Sarah once again stopped herself. Whatever was left of her brain tried fighting back.

"Why not?" The man asked, understanding that if he pushed his slut too much then she might be able to break free again. It was better if she did it herself.

"Because I have a Master." Sarah once again stopped herself.

"What does that mean?"

"That I'm your property, to use as you please. That I only exist to serve you. My every thought should be about pleasing you. My every action should be the one that pleases you most."  Sarah felt so free. Saying it made it real. The words finally spilled out of her mind, freeing her from the repetition. She was hoping that once the words left her mind, then her old self could come back. She tried to hold on by visualizing the surrounding room. Her doctorate diploma on the wall, the photo of her and her twin daughters, the ring from her now diseased husband. But it was all for nothing.  Her old self was gone. The only thing left was a slut who wanted to obey her master and wanted to please him any way she could.

"Good Girl." The man spanked Sarah. "Now, why do women chose to be property?" He smiled as he looked at his new slut happily touching herself.

Sarah felt waves of pleasure through her body. She didn't know if it was from her Master calling her Good Girl or if it was from the spank, but it felt so good. Not that her pleasure mattered. It was all about his pleasure. She was lucky it felt so good. She took a breath, trying to recover her composure. "Women are meant for pleasure. Women are meant to please. Women hate to have control. It feels good to obey." Master spanked her again. Sarah couldn't help but start fingering herself faster. She could feel her Master watching her, but Master had made her so horny. She started moaning louder and louder as she came closer to climax. She got to the edge but no matter how much she tried, she couldn't finish. She just kept touching herself. Suddenly she heard her Master snap. Finally, she felt her orgasm run through her body. "Thank you Master... thank you Master..." she repeated over and over again as she tried to catch her breath. In a normal night she would have been satisfied, but she felt her Master pass her a dildo. She immediately started fucking herself with it. "Thank you, Master."

The man looked down at her, happy that he had finally broken her.

"Master..." Sarah took a second, scared to be too demanding. "Could you please fuck me.... I want to be used." 

The man laughed. "Master deserves the best doesn't he?"

"Yes Master." Sarah felt her stomach drop. What was happening?

"How old are you?" he asked coldly.

"I'm 42 years old Master." She realized that she had been so stupid. She was too old for Master to fuck. Women were only useful while young. But, why had he broken her if he didn't want to use her? She no longer had a purpose. No reason to live. "Master, but... why.... what is my purpose? What am I supposed to do?" She begged. 

"Well professor. You women have other uses than just sex toys."

When her Master said "professor" Sarah felt a little drop of vomit in her mouth. In the past, she had felt so proud about it. She had worked so hard to get her PhD, but now she understood that it meant nothing. She was a woman, why would she need something like that? It felt wrong. Her Master shouldn't use a title of respect for a mere woman. "Then what else?" She waited in anticipation. There must be an answer. Master always knew best.  Since he had bothered to break her, she must have a purpose.

"Well, you can help me. In many ways, in fact. You are the dean in the local all women's college, aren't you? You teach an Intro to Feminism class, don't you? You are the coach of the volleyball team aren't you?" The man explained. "You are going to help me."

Sarah started imagining her students. Master was right. They were all young, and many were hot, the best. Master deserved the best. They trusted her, so she could help him turn them in slave sluts like her. "But Master, what if they are not like me? What if they don't want to obey? How would I know if they are secretly sluts like me?"

"Don't you remember. Women are meant for pleasure." The man simply said.

Sarah stopped for a second and giggled. "Of course you are right. I forgot. I was just fucking stupid before today. Women are meant for pleasure and any women who doesn't realize that is just fucking stupid like me. They don't have a right to choose. They are just toys for you to take. Toys don't deserve to choose." Sarah started to fuck herself with the dildo faster and faster.  She moaned as she imagined her Master undressing the girls, the "worthless toys". Making the "mindless cum dumps" fuck each other. The "stupid Bimbos" begging their Master to fuck them.  The "twats on legs" sucking his cock.  The"human fleshlights" taking it up the ass.  Sarah kept making the dildo go in and out faster and faster. "Yes Master. You deserve the best. They belong to you."  Sarah wanted to tell her Master how she would make them work out so that they were in fit condition.  She would start admitting only the hottest women so that Master could have the best. She would teach every girl that her true place was worshipping cock, but she couldn't speak.  She could just moan as she fucked away whatever of her self was left. "Thank you master." She finally screamed as she felt another orgasm run through her body. She could feel herself breath heavily as she recovered, the dildo still stuck in her pussy. "Thank you... Thank you..." After a couple of seconds. She could finally focus. "But Master... What about you?  I know I'm too disgusting for you to fuck, but is there anything I can do now?" She spent a second thinking. "What about my twin daughters? I don't know how long I have been here, but they should be back from school, and they are both 18. I hope they are enough for you."

"Oh they arrived a while ago. You forgot, I even got dinner. It's 8 pm" He said condescendingly.

"What..." Sarah suddenly became able to hear the sound of two people slurping something. She finally felt that she could move her head and take her face out of the pillow.  Finally, she was able to see. She turned to her Master. Both of her daughters were on their knees sucking their Master's cock. "Good." She said. "I'm so happy for you Master, you deserve them. I'm sorry that I raised daughters that didn't already know their place."

Master smiled, "Don't worry, their virgin bodies will make up for it."

Sarah felt so proud. "Yes Master, Their bodies are only for you, as long as you want them."

"Now, this is the biggest bed in the house, so I need you to move off it.  Then I can take your daughters' virginities."

Sarah's daughters moved away from his cock and stood up. They looked so happy. "Really Master?" The twins spoke in unison. "Our pussies belong to you. Please fuck us."

Sarah understood. She dragged herself off the bed and laid down on the carpet next to the bed. This way Master didn't have to look at her while he fucked her daughters, but if he needed something, she was available to serve him. She heard Master and her daughters get on the bed. As she started hearing her daughters giggle in excitement, she started fucking herself with the dildo again. She had to be quiet, no moaning. She would hate to disturb Master.