Its morning. You're in your cage, where you belong. You wear a collar and nothing else. In front of your cage is a screen that you have been staring at all night as gender traitor porn played, subliminals flashing behind it. You wear earbuds that have the recruitment mantras I wrote whispering in your ears. You've been masturbating to both all night. You're horny and sleep deprived. Vulnerable.

Of course, you believe this is a fate you chose. You think you consented to be my slave but I never let you feel like you were good enough. When I told you I could brainwash you for real, you were so eager. So easy to control.You believe I'd been brainwashing you for a few weeks after months of fully consensual play, and now it was time for me to take proper advantage of your new mindset. 

But in truth, the choice was never yours.

You craved being a gender traitor for me now. You would never be happy until you had secured me a harem of slaves. I told you that you were a good bimbo, and my praise is all that matters to you anymore.

To make you a better slave, you begged me to drain your brain of anything and everything except serving me.  But I decided to go further. 

I made it so that when you’re dumb, you miss being able to think clearly. I made it so that you feel guilty and insecure when you’re dumb. Yet the only way you can access any capacity for real thought is when you are working to make me happy. Forming complete thoughts only seems to happen when you’re serving me and you feel so lost and scared when you can barely talk in full sentences. Serving me is the only way to avoid it.

I walk up to your cage and tell you to sleep. To get some rest and dream the depraved dreams you've been programmed to dream, because you have a big job ahead of you. Of course, you sleep at my command.

—-----

It's night when you wake up. Your mind and body have been programmed to know your new task is about to begin.

I let you out of your cage. You crawl out and look up at me, then beg for my permission to stand up. I tell you that you may and you thank me. You tell me you understand your mission and you’re ready. You already have someone in mind—a barista at a coffee shop you frequent. She's young, maybe 19. She’s new, this is her first job and she’s eager to make a good impression. Even her boss had pegged her for an easy mark–he had her pulling double duty as a janitor. You know she’d be easy to manipulate with the skills i had programmed you with.

—-----

It's been a few days. The girl--Tiffany--comes to your house for cleaning. You offered her the job for extra cash and she could hardly turn it down when she heard how much you said you were willing to pay her. You told her you would be away, and to start in the living room. You gave her a key and she walked in. But the truth is, you're just in your room, in your bed, rubbing your brains out--knowing that you left the TV on running the subliminals and as soon as she enters the living room she wouldn't be able to look away.

After about 30 minutes, you leave your room. You're naked and your cunt is dripping all over the floor--something for Tiffany to clean up when she's ready. You enter the living room and there she is, staring at the TV, drooling all over herself. Her hands are under her shirt and under her jeans, groping and rubbing.

You walk up behind her and put your arms around her, groping her tiny teen tits and pushing your own massive fuckbags into her back. Then you begin whispering in her ear.

"You're such a good girl," you whisper. "Coming here to clean, to watch, to obey. But you're so tired from standing, and your body is so sweaty from playing. Why don't you let me take your clothes off, and then you can kneel. Because kneeling is so much more natural for good girls, and your clothes are feeling so sticky and just getting in your way."

Tiffany nods, her eyes glazed and her mouth open and drooling. You help take her tank top off and she submissively raises her arms to let you. Her top is covered with drool but you don't mind because you know it means you're doing your job well.

You notice she's not wearing a bra and whisper in her ear once more before helping her with her jeans. "I see you're not wearing a bra. That's a good girl. You'll never wear underwear of any kind again unless you're told to by your superiors, okay pretty doll?" 

She nods again, a line of drool swinging slightly as she does so. 

You kiss her neck, softly, then keep kissing her all around her neck, her back, her tits as you make your way around until you're in front of her, then straighten up until you kiss her, cleaning up her drool with your mouth. You're between her and the TV now but she doesn't need the screen anymore. She's far, far too empty. You know she's just waiting for new thoughts. For her Master's thoughts. Thoughts you know intimately, because I've programmed you to live according to them and nothing else.

You kneel down--barely suppressing a moan as your programming reinforces through your pussy that it's your proper place--and take her jeans down to her ankles, then raise her leg one after the other to remove her shoes and get her out of them and her pants until all that's left is her panties, with her arm currently sticking out as she mindlessly rubs her twat. 

You stand back up. and whisper in her ear again. "You want to be a good girl, don't you?" 

Tiffany nods slightly. You sigh dramatically.

"Well to start with, Good Girls are more enthusiastic about their training. Here, I'll show you."

 You put your hand on the back of her head.

"When your superior asks, 'do you want to be a good girl', you nod like this-" You force her head to nod more vigorously, and she  lets you with no resistance.

After 15 seconds or so, you let go. "Now, do you want to be a good girl?"

 Tiffany nods her head vigorously like you taught her.

"There you go! You’ve taken your first step."

You smile viciously. 

"Ready for more?"

You press your tits against her back again and grope hers once more. She moans, having been programmed to be sensitive whenever she is used. “Remember what I told you, pretty doll? You don't wear underwear unless you’re told.” Tiffany nods again and pauses, rubbing herself long enough to take her panties off.

When she tries to go back to rubbing herself, you hold her arm back and put your own hand in her pussy. She moans sluttily, feeling so much more pleasure from being used by her superiors than she ever could from pleasuring herself.

After a few minutes you then remove your hand from her pussy. You put your fingers in front of her mouth and she automatically opens for them, as she humps the air desperately where your fingers just were.

Her mouth open and ready, it's time to train her obedience. "I know you feel so empty", you say, "but you need to understand that you don't decide when you get used. So keep that pretty mouth open for me, and stop trying to cum. You get used when your superiors decide." 

She whimpers, but she's too empty to do anything but obey the thoughts you're putting in her head. She keeps her mouth open ready for when you decide to fill it; and stops humping the air, though her legs tremble with the effort.

"Good girl. Now, suck your cunt juices off my fingers and repeat after me"

Tiffany keeps her mouth open as you stick your fingers in and start fucking her throat, which is incredibly relaxed due to her empty mind. She stumbles over her words as she is consumed with pleasure.

"Your mind is empty when your holes are empty."

"My mind is empty when my holes are empty" Slurp.

"You're always wet and always easy."

"I'm always w-wet and a-always easy" Gluck.

"You are a vessel for your Master's will."

"I am a v-vessel for my M-master's will." Drool.

"You are a toy for your Master's pleasure."

"I am a t-toy for my Master's p-pleasure." Gluck Gluck.

You move your other hand to her cunt and begin to tease and torture her.

"You only have value when you are of use to your Master."

"I only have value when I am of use to my M-master." Moan.

"You crave your own subjugation and abuse."

"I crave my own subjugation and abuse." Slurp. Drool.

"You have no limits, taboos or boundaries."

"I have no limits, t-taboos or b-boundaries". Drool. Slurp.

"Your humanity and identity no longer exist unless it benefits your Master."

"My humanity and identity no longer exist unless i-it b-benefits my Master." Moan. Gluck Gluck."

"Empty. Mindless. Obedient."

"Empty. M-mindless. Obedient." Drool.

"You cannot cum without your Master's permission."

"I cannot c-cum without my Master's permission."

“Now kneel.”

You pull yourself away from her and she takes a kneeling position on one knee.

“Not like that.”

You force her down so she’s on both knees, then pull her hands behind her head and push her back until her tits are being presented properly.

“Now take your left hand and pinch your left nipple. No matter how much pain it causes you, do not let go until you are allowed, and do not make any sounds of distress louder than a quiet, needy whine.” 

Tiffany continues to watch the TV as her left hand moves.

You kneel beside her and take a mirroring position. 

“Now take your right hand, and put it between my legs. Start teasing my cunt with your fingers, but don’t you dare let me cum. I cannot cum without my Master’s permission.”

Tiffany puts her hand on your pussy and begins to rub. You do the same to her.

“I cannot cum without my master’s permission.” Tiffany repeats.

“I cannot cum without my master’s permission.” You say together.

The two of you stay like that. You kneel, rub, watch, and wait.

Wait for me to arrive so that you may fulfill your purpose. Together. 

As it should be.