After months of sexy play sessions on discord, we finally meet in person. We’re both so excited, naturally. We’ve talked about it and planned it in detail. But I have plans of my own.

We meet for lunch. You’re wearing a jacket buttoned over an incredibly slutty outfit, with a collar around your neck. I told you my restrictions on what you’re allowed to wear for me and you bought something appropriate–or inappropriate, as the case may be. Your makeup is heavy and slutty, and you know it will be ruined later.

We have a fun, enjoyable lunch. We talk about normal things and sexy things alike. 

Of course, naturally, your cunt is getting wetter by the minute, knowing that the entire time you’re secretly following my orders for what you’re allowed to wear, and knowing that some people will dismiss your collar as a choker for fashion but that there will also be those who know the truth–that you’re expressing the fact that you are owned.. 

Secretly I put something in your drink. Not enough to knock you out or make anyone suspicious of your cognitive state, just something to make you a little woozy and open.

After lunch we head back to my apartment. I open the door and hold it open for you. You step in front of me, but I scold you for not letting me go first. Your brain is slightly addled and confused, so you just accept my scolding and step back to let me go first. I smirk, knowing that you’ve already crossed the threshold and will not be leaving again unless I have a reason for you to do so.

I suggest that you strip so we can prepare. You take off your jacket, revealing an outfit that would easily get you arrested if anyone saw you in it outside. You wear a strapless pink bra covering your tits that’s intentionally translucent so that it's functionally worthless, and you wear equally translucent pink tights with no panties, and a hole you cut out for access to your cunt–meaning it had been drooling on the chair all through lunch. You also wrote degrading terms all over your body for me.

I casually suggest that we watch some porn together to set the mood and get you nice and horny. You don't protest that you’re already horny, your mind is already too soft for that from the drugs.

I sit you down in front of my computer and tell you to put the headphones on. Again, you don’t question why it's not set up for both of us. I tell you to click on a specific file and the video opens. It is, naturally, a brainwashing file. It draws you in with bright pink light and pretty spirals. You never had a chance.

It pumps your already soft mind full of mantras and bimbo programming, and it compels you to edge yourself to it but never cum. And of course, I have it set up to loop. 

As you pathetically whine and melt and chant your mantras, I cum a few times onto you. You are incapable of noticing. While I'm not getting off to your mind being shattered, I'm scrolling through my phone casually, perhaps laughing at some youtube videos. Your old self being erased means nothing to me. It's merely a step in the right direction. 

After several hours of your mind being corrected, I decided to test you out. I pause the video when it ends and take off the headphones around your ears. You look up at me, and your eyes are like an empty void. All that exists in your mind my cock and your servitude. 

Its clear that none of the old you was left. My first order is to clean up the juices from your cunt that now covered my chair, but I want you to start with your tongue before getting to any more effective cleaning measures. Once I'm confident that you’ve cleaned my chair properly, I order you to get on your knees and start sucking my cock. You automatically degrade yourself for me with no prompting, and your blowjob is sloppy and slutty now that your self image has been reshaped by the brainwashing file and my preferences are now embedded deep within your soul as your entire reason for being. I barely have to give you orders anymore, because all that exists in your mind now *are* my orders.

Once i cum down your throat once or twice, we make our way to the bedroom, where I proceed to absolutely rail you as I tell you about how I planned my betrayal of your trust and the reasons I had gotten impatient with you during our play. The fact was, I wanted your obedience full time, and I was tired of having to wait for your life to line up with my orders. 

And as i rape you, you apologize for your disobedience, and thank me for correcting you. And you know that your life as it was is over. You exist now only to serve me. 

And that makes you happy, because you now know thanks to your corrected thoughts that it is the way things should always have been.