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Ponification: The Making of A Pony Girl

PONIFICATION: THE MAKING OF A PONYGIRL

It began as did so many previous days. I went about my chores as a maid, cleaning and dusting and generally putting my Mistress’s house in order. I worked steadily and as fast as I could, fearing my Mistress’s displeasure if I was too slow or imperfect in the execution of my duties. Fear of such “displeasure” and the attendant punishments would keep my tummy roiling and burning all day long. After making the beds, I went downstairs to ask my Mistress if she had any additional or special assignments for me today.

“I do have something special for you today,” my Mistress said. “Follow me.”

I followed her into the basement, where she kept most of her “toys”, the bondage gear that was too large to keep upstairs should a more vanilla visitor come to my Mistress’s home and possibly be upset. Going down there held little portent to me as I had to visit the cellar several times each day in performance of my chores.

Mistress stopped in the middle of the room and turned to me. I was expecting to receive orders, but instead Mistress’s had shot out of her pocket like a cobra and touched my shoulder. Before I could move or say anything my body was smashed to the ground by the electrical assault of a stun gun! I dropped heavily to the padded, soundproofed floor, unable to stop twitching or to even think straight.

Mistress dragged my useless body over to a table, lifted me onto it with surprising strength and proceeded to strap me to it using the cuffs attached to it’s perimeter. As I slowly regained the use of my limbs, Mistress took some scissors and began to cut off my maid’s uniform. “Just be silent, Little One. What is about to happen to you will relieve you of all of your worldly worries and pressures,” she crooned in my ear.

After I was completely naked Mistress went to the far side of the room and rolled over a cart piled high with an eclectic array of objects, some familiar, others hidden in the pile or unknown to me.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” she ordered in her usual commanding voice. I had been tongue clamped before and obeyed instantly, not wishing to provoke her ire. She gripped my tongue in a clamp and pulled on the clamp, stretching my tongue to the point of pain. And just as suddenly as she had used the stun gun on me, she plunged a thick needle through the center of my tongue! I shrieked in pain, trying to retract my bleeding organ in vain as she pressed a thick post through the newly placed hole, put super glue into the single threaded hole of two largish steel balls, and screwed the balls onto the threaded ends of the thick post through my tongue, locking the post in place! “You will wear that for the remainder of your life,” she said as she released my throbbing organ and I pulled it into my mouth, tasting the blood and the huge steel fixture for the very first time.

“Bu why Mithtweth?” I screamed as bolts of pain shot through my tongue and tears rolled down my cheeks. I screamed again as I realized that the huge steel fitting in my mouth made my speech almost indecipherable! “Mithweth!!!!! I cank tak!!!!”

“Don’t worry, Little One. I will take care of that awful lisping soon,” she said ominously. “But first I have other things to do.” With that she took a second clamp from the cart and clamped my right nipple! I knew what was going to happen next and screamed again, wiggling desperately to free myself to avoid more pain, but the straps held me fast. Without a word Mistress plunged another needle through my nipple, left to right, and I nearly passed out in shock and pain, my own screams barely able to keep me conscious.

Mistress took a two inch ring with an appropriate sized bell attached to it and held it before my tear filled eyes. “This is so I can always hear where you are,” she said happily. Mistress then bent over and forced the ring through my new nipple piercing and I felt more than heard a heavy snap as the ends of the ring mated, sealing the bell to my breast. I began banging my head against the table in pain and terror, but Mistress merely pulled a strap over my forehead and attached it to the table, immobilized me further.

The second bell quickly joined the first, decorating my left nipple while I thrashed ineffectively in my bonds. “Pweth Mithtweth!!,” I wailed. “No mow pierthingth!”

Mistress didn’t even look at me, ignoring me totally as she pulled a heavy boot from the cart. “You will love these,” she said as she held up the rigid boot before my face. It was only then that I realized what was happening to me. At the end of the boot, where the sole should have been, was a small silver horse shoe! She wanted me to be a pony!!!

Mistress took the outlandish footwear to the far end of the table and carefully worked my foot into the stiff lower part of the boot. She had to work at is as the boot felt at least two sized too small and my foot screamed as she jammed it in and my arch was bent in a highly unusual manner. I had been forced to wear monstrously high heels since I came into Mistress’s service, but they felt nothing like this! “Ah! I see by your eyes that you are wondering about your new footwear. I had these specially made for you. It is a rather unique shoe. As you saw, it is a pony boot. But with this design, your foot is held "en pointe” inside it. It is actually a reinforced ballet boot that has a pony hoof attached at the bottom instead of the two tiny soles and heels! I am SO proud of my invention and you should feel honored as the first to try it!“

My eyes, just about the only part of me that could still move, rolled back into my head as I tried to imagine how difficult and painful it was going to be trying to walk in these boots. Once my foot was imbedded in the boot, I felt a click at my heel. I then felt Mistress releasing my ankle cuff on that leg and I tensed up, planning to show Mistress a new use for the horrid pony boot. But as I tried to lash out, hoping to catch her by surprise with a heavy kick, nothing happened! My foot was still tightly secured to the table! "Yes, Little One, these boots have all sorts of applications. You will discover them as I need them,” she said.

After pulling the boot up nearly to my crotch I again heard and felt a familiar sound, that of locks clicking closed. Mistress reached over to the cart and picked up what looked like a hypodermic needle and held it before my eyes. I thrashed harder but relaxed when she said, “Oh, don’t fret. It’s not drugs. This is filled with quick set epoxy. I’m just going to give a little squirt into each lock so that you will never be able to get the boots off, even if a key existed!” Mistress gave a small squirt from the epoxy filled hypodermic into each boot lock then made short work of installing my leg into the other boot, leaving both boots locked to the table………and onto me.

“One last piece,” she said as she lifted a bundle of straps from the cart and came to my face untangling them. She released the strap over my forehead and, placing one hand behind my head and lifting it gently she began to spread the straps over my skull, buckling each tightly and placing a small padlock through each buckle in turn. “Open,” she said, placing the heavy bit of what I now recognized as a horse halter to my lips. I did as I was bid and she swung the bit between my trembling parted lips and locked it into place. And, of course, she cemented each key hole of the halter permanently closed with the epoxy.

While I trembled trying to foresee my future, I next felt her doing something in my mouth! Three seconds later I felt and heard a heavy click inside my mouth and when she removed her fingers, I could no longer move my tongue! “See what I meant about fixing that horrible lisp? Your tongue is now permanently locked to the bit. You will never again utter an intelligible word. So no lisp!” I screamed again and tried to plead with her, but all that came out of my mouth was gibberish. I again thrashed in my bonds ineffectively, my senses swooning but, as I did so, I heard and felt the buckles and locks of “my” halter clank against the table and I closed my eyes and died a bit inside.

Next, Mistress rummaged about on the cart and retrieved two hard shells, each the size of a softball. “These will make your hands useless, as ponies have no hands,” she said as she slipped one of my still cuffed hands into the shell, then locked it and epoxied the lock. My fingers were curled into a tight ball within the shell and I knew I would never see them again. The procedure was repeated with my other hand.

As my head spun in circles, Mistress locked two steel cuffs to my arms, just above my elbows. And immediately epoxied the locks, sealing them forever.

Mistress attached a chain to my halter at the bit ring and threaded the other end of the chain through a ring at the foot of the table. She then passed another strap from the table around my thighs and locked it. “I’m going to release your arms and sit you up now. And don’t fuss or you will feel what a pony crop feels like much sooner than I intended.”

She first released my head strap and pulled me up and fastened the halter chain at the foot of the table, my cuffed wrists painfully stretched and splayed behind me. She undid the buckle holding one wrist to the table, grabbed my free and now flailing wrist, pulled it hard to the side and fastened a steel cuff around it. She then wrenched that wrist and cuff behind me, attaching the cuff to the upper arm cuff of my opposite arm with yet another lock. She next released my second hand and repeated the procedure, rendering my arms crossed and more than useless behind my back. And, of course, more epoxy in the locks.

“Time to take you to your new quarters.” Mistress said happily. She unthreaded the chain attached to my halter from the ring at the foot of the table and wrapped the chain around her hand a couple of times. Holding my “leash”, she released the strap over my thighs, then the fittings at the heels of my boots and swung my legs off the table. By this time I was too numb to consider any sort of violence or escape. Where would I go? What would I do? With my hands as they were, I couldn’t even use a door knob!

“Now be careful, dear,” she said as she helped me off of the table. “You will need to be vigilant about where you place your feet from now on. These hooves have a much smaller area than your old shoes did, and falling will be easy with your heels so high off of the ground.” I looked down as I placed each of my new “hooves” onto the floor, making certain my ankles were straight. Mistress helped me to stand for the first time as a pony, and my feet and legs screamed in protest at their stringent and unfamiliar position.

“Agrugsht odch ea,” I choked out and, hearing my pleas for mercy reduced to gibberish, stamped my foot in frustration. A loud ‘CRACK!“ reverberated of the walls as my steel shoe smashed into the concrete floor. And I instantly realized my mistake as new waves of pain shot up my foot and leg.

"Yes, it hurts pony. And I can understand your frustration. But don’t you see how much simpler your life will be now? All you need to do is to lounge around the barn and occasionally entertain me with a training session or a cart ride!” My eyes went wide in horror. “And as you have seen, all of this is quite permanent. So you have nothing at all to fret about and that ulcer you were complaining about will be all better soon.

Mistress glanced back at the cart and exclaimed "Oh! I almost forgot one of the most important parts of your new look!” She turned me to the wall and looped my halter chain over a high hook, pulling my halter up until I thought my new hooves would leave the floor, which might have been a blessing as they hurt terribly. “I don’t want you falling over while I do this,” she whispered.

She went back to the accursed cart and brought back a strange object about the size of a small hen’s egg and held over my upturned eyes. It looked exactly like an unopened silver tulip blossom with a thick steel stem sticking out of the bottom. “This is another new device I invented just for you,” she said merrily, a smile of pride spreading over her face. “Here’s how it works. It looks just like a tulip, so I call it a "Tushie Tulip”! I slip it into your tush and after the blossom pops in, I do this!“ He pushed the thick steel stem upwards towards the "blossom” and the “petals” of the flower opened up just as they do on the device’s namesake flower!

As my eyes opened wide in abject horror at what I was being shown, knowing full well what the next act in this personal drama would be, Mistress continued. “I insert this into you, press on the stem and "Voila!” The flower blooms inside you, sealing itself there! But to keep it in place, as the stem pushes into the flower and opens it, you can see where the holes in the stem line up with those in the central core of the device. And when I put a lock through those holes, the flower is locked open inside you forever, thanks to a drop of epoxy in the key hole. And before you panic about your waste disposal, this,“ she pointed to a short rubber hose that had been exposed in the bottom center of the stem as it had been driven into the blossom "gets attached to an enema bag twice a week to clean you out! It saves SO much work not having to muck out your pony stall!”

Mistress snapped the device closed and disappeared from my elevated view. But I felt her hands lubricating my anus and nearly jumped to the ceiling as she quickly pushed the steel blossom into me and popped it open! While I danced on my clattering steel pony shoes and screamed unintelligible curses she calmly passed a lock through the holes in the device sealed within me and epoxied my butt closed forever.

“Now I promise you this is the final piece”, she said holding up a long, luxurious horse tail. “It threads onto the base of the Tushie Tulip so you have just the right look!” She bent down and attached my new “tail”.

She stood, unhooked my halter chain and my full weigh again smashed my tortured feet into their over tight and compressing boots. “Now come along. And be careful. If you fall you will probably hurt yourself as you can’t ever use your arms again and they won’t be there for you to catch yourself. And you’ll need to figure out how to get back on your hooves by yourself or be dragged along by your halter.”

She turned and began to walk slowly to the stairs. And rather than be toppled over when my leash became taught, I took my first steps in my new boots. They hurt, the floor was scarily slippery and I made a horrible clatter as I struggled behind my Mistress. My hooves clip-clopped loudly on the concrete floor as I moved torturously behind her, the bells suspended from my nipples announce my every movement. As I struggled along, jingling, clopping and trying desperately to remain upright, my eyes again filled with tears I could never again wipe, knowing that this was the first day of the rest of my life………as an animal……

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mstr12-slv13 · 22 days

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Danielle had been so keen to get a promotion at work she had offered to take part in additional research from the biochemistry department. She hated her cruel boss Ms. Weaver, but knew if she got a promotion she would no longer be in the malicious bitches department, and would be free to progress her own research, with her own team she could boss around just like Ms. Weaver was doing with her right now.

"So Danielle, you think you're too good to work for me?" Ms. Weaver had asked, when she saw the request forms land on her desk.

"No Ms. Weaver, I just want to progress my career and I know the bio-research division is a great place to show I've got what it takes." Danielle had been so nervous when Ms. Weaver had called her in, but the woman seemed surprisingly calm, eyeing up Danielle as the young ambitious girl fiddled with her dress nervously.

"Well, I shall see to it they work you hard over there, and you'll still be required to do all the work I give you as well, understood?"

Danielle nodded, and was soon dismissed. Surely the hard part was over, she just needed to keep her head down, work hard, and Ms. Weaver would be a blip on her career path she could soon forget.

When Danielle left her office Ms. Weaver picked up her phone and called her friend in the R&D department.

"Hi Pamela, got a little something coming your way, Danielle from my team has signed on to the research credit plan, make sure she's put on Project 'FD-10' will you?"

Pamela grinned, knowing full well the progress they had made on that specific project. "Oh of course, I'll ensure Danielle fully briefs you on how she is getting on with the trials."

Ms. Weaver felt her panties dampen as she signed off approval for Danielle's request, beginning the following week.

The following Monday, Danielle was in a great mood. Her work load was intense, but even that bitch Ms. Weaver couldn't put a dent in how good Danielle was feeling. At 4pm, having finished an exhaustive list of requirements for her boss, she was allowed to head off to the R&D department, situated in a wing with extra security, as it kept the secrets to the corporations continued bio-engineering success. She had heard of many staff members getting a foot up into the career of their choice by helping the staff in R&D with their research, and this filled Danielle with determination. She beamed a smile at Dr. Pamela Benson, who greeted Danielle at the entrance, swiping her keycard to give Danielle access. Next came the boring stuff, more paperwork to sign, NDAs etc. to ensure no secret leaked, and then Danielle got an insight to the juicy stuff: Project FD-10.

Pamela took her time taking Danielle through the presentation on FD-10, highlighting how it unlocks neural pathways and increased serotonin production, - a potential triumph in mental health that could in theory cure depression.

Danielle sat back amazed, this was incredible. Then Pamela took Danielle through yet more security doors, and had her don a lab coat as she was shown the clinical testing area. FD-10 could be delivered in many different ways to a subject, but most effective at controlling dosage had been the spray - using a misting function FD-10 could be delivered safely in doses that would ensure no side effects took place. Pamela had been vague on what those side effects could be, but Danielle was hoping she could better understand once she had spoken to some of the test subjects.

"Danielle, this is Laura, one of our volunteers here. She was suffering from severe depression with no sign of a fix until she came in for clinical trials. Laura how do you feel now?"

Laura, dressed in plain white shorts and a loose fitting matching shirt grinned at the two women who came to check in on her.

"Oh wow, hi! Dr. Pamela I feel so good, I can't even hold on to a bad memory, everything feels so much better. I'd say I'm practically fixed!" Laura looked at Dr. Benson hopefully, as the doctor jotted a few notes on a clip board.

"We will see, if this keeps up Laura we shall have you out of here in no time at all." With that the two women left Laura and visited a couple of other patients, who all seemed equally happy with the results of the trial so far.

Danielle was more than impressed, if she could work for the likes of Dr. Benson then she knew her own career would surely take off. Danielle went hope hopeful and excited for her future.

The next week though Danielle got increasingly frustrated. Danielle had to check on patients for Pamela, while Ms. Weaver seemed to enjoy setting the girl increasingly more stressful work loads, covering multiple colleagues workloads, and ignoring Danielle's pleads that she would be working in the lab until gone 8pm again to finish all the new work she had for Dr. Benson too.

Danielle arrived at the R&D wing at 7pm, apologising as she threw her coat over a chair and picked up the stack of chart print outs from the computer.

"Oh dear, what's wrong Danielle? You seem terribly worried." The doctor walked over, her soothing voice full of concern for her younger understudy.

"Oh Dr. Benson it's just been a tough week with work, I hsve all these new projects to juggle and that b-" Danielle stopped herself "Ms. Weaver has made it incredibly difficult."

Pamela sat beside Danielle, who was trying to focus on the charts, her eyes frantically reading as Pamela leaned in to comfort her. "There there, listen I know Ms. Weaver can be difficult, but she's got your best interests at heart, look why don't you do the rounds tonight, speak to our patients and I'll see if I can sort out a way to help you. Deal? It's an easier run tonight too - Laura has finished her trials, they were a huge success for her."

"Oh my, thank you Dr. Benson, I promise I won't let it affect my work."

"Please dear, call me Pamela, and I know, I see a lot of potential in you."

Danielle needed this, needed someone who cared, and she nodded, focusing herself, she buried her head in the work and by 7:30pm was back in the main lab room, exhausted but content with her own work.

"How are the patients?" asked Pamela Benson, who was wearing a full PPE suit for protection from the chemicals as she walked out of the containment lab with a small canister and a spray unit.

"Oh they all seem to be doing so well, one of them reported feeling a little light headed, maybe too high a dosage?" Danielle offered her own professional advice, filled with confidence.

"Perhaps, good call Danielle, I will take a look at it. And hey listen, I have an idea to help with your work issues - but it's got to stay between just us two OK?"

Danielle nodded as she sat down next to Dr. Benson, watching intently as the experienced doctor screwed the capsule into the misting device.

"Look we have a couple of vials we no longer needed for Laura, you've seen the results, and I think it could help you focus at work, remove all your stress, that nasty Ms. Weaver won't be able to dent your pride with this."

Danielle's mouth opened a little in shock at what the doctor was proposing. "Use FD-10 on... me?"

"I know, I know, it's still in trials, but we can monitor it closely, it will be just a small dose, and if you start feeling unwell or uneasy we can stop." Dr. Benson looked into the eyes of Danielle, watched the girl wrestle with her own mind.

Danielle knew it would probably help, but something nagged her, what if it went wrong? What if she got ill? It was illogical, she had seen the results, the trials all showed FD-10 was a success, but could she really trust Dr. Benson?

Danielle had not spoken but watched as Dr. Benson stood up, apologising. "I'm sorry dear it was a silly suggestion, I'll go return this and try to think of some other way we can help."

Danielle found her voice "No... wait... promise... promise you'll look after me? Make sure it's just a small dose?"

Dr. Benson smiled inwardly as Danielle fell unwittingly into a dangerous trap. "Oh but of course, listen, I won't give you any dosage unless you ask for it, OK?" Danielle nodded, but still felt tense as Pamela sat her down, lifted the misting device, unlocked the nozzle, and sprayed once in to Danielle's face.

Danielle felt the tension in her shoulders release, even managing a soft oh, as the formula reached her nervous system, relaxing her into the chair, the stress, the anxiety, all floating away. She closed her eyes just as Dr. Benson stroked the girl's hair gently with a gloved hand, safe from the effects of FD-10 now working on subject F-83's neural network as she drifted off.

Danielle awoke in her bed to the sound of her alarm, but despite not remembering going to bed she still felt calm, composed, clear headed. She would talk to Dr. Benson about the memory loss from last night, it was probably nothing but worth checking out. She dressed and was in to work 20 minutes early, her brain seemingly on auto-pilot, making all the stressful decisions for her. It felt great. Ms. Weaver was her usual bitchy self, but Danielle found herself carefree and able to deal with all of the difficulties of the morning, Ms. Weaver at first seemed miffed by this, but Danielle was sure by the time 3pm rolled around her boss seemed to even be happy with Danielle's new work ethic.

Danielle made it to R&D in record time, and excitedly told Dr. Benson how well the FD-10 was working. The doctor seemed pleased, and monitored Danielle closely as she completed her tasks, even having time to help Dr. Benson with her own work in the lab as well.

The next day began much the same - albeit without the memory loss of the previous evening. Dr. Benson hadn't seemed worried, apparently it was a small side effect only a few subjects had experienced. By lunch time though Danielle felt the effects of the FD-10 slowing. Anxiety began creeping back in and her confident decision making was fading. Danielle felt the pressures of the work piling on, and Ms. Weaver seemed to be making it worse with her snooty remarks. "What's a matter Danielle, thought you were fine with this work? Do I need to give these projects to someone more competent?"

Fuck that bitch thought Danielle, who stormed off to R&D and the friendly face of Dr. Pamela Benson once she was done with her work.

"What's a matter?" Asked Dr. Benson, putting a hand around her protege's shoulder.

"It's wearing off, I can't do as well as when I had it. I kept fucking up this afternoon. Please Doctor, you gotta help me."

Dr. Benson, feigning a look of concern ran a few tests. The FD-10 was indeed wearing off. Danielle had never been around for the drug's application to subjects, so had no idea that this was exactly how it worked, leaving the subject a little more dependent on it for decision making every time. Danielle had only seen the results on patients freshly administered with the powerful neurological sedative. She had no idea what happened when the sedative was no longer administered, what happened to subjects like Laura (F-76) or Jess (F-68) once FD-10 had altered them beyond repair, once they were moved to the most secure lab in the building, so secret only a handful of employees knew of its existence. and they began to fulfill their new purpose.

"I don't think we have anything to worry about, perhaps a little top up should keep you at peak effectiveness? I'll set something up once you are back from your tasks if you like?" Dr. Benson suggested, and Danielle nodded a little eagerly, scanning over the list of tasks.

"Doctor, do we have a new arrival? It says prepare room for F-83 delivery?"

"Ahh yes, a new volunteer, she should be with us by the end of next week I imagine." Dr. Benson couldn't help but smile, having her victim prepare her own cell.

3 hours later, Danielle was finished. She headed back to the main lab, where again Dr. Benson was dressed in a full protective suit, holding a misting device in one hand. She was keen to get this over with, but had to ensure Danielle still had the illusion that it was all her idea, she was a volunteer after all. "Are you sure you want this Danielle? We have enough proper data on FD-10, and I don't want you to feel pressured."

Danielle found that confident voice of hers all on her own. "I know the risks, but I believe in your work Dr. Benson, and I know it's going to help me. Please, continue."

Dr. Benson leaned forward, and Danielle inhaled the pink mist as it was liberally sprayed across her. Danielle felt herself detach from reality for a moment, before a new tingly feeling sent shivers down her spine, as little jolts of pleasure teased her nipples, before causing a warm sense of arousal between her legs. Danielle let out a moan as she became swept up in an orgasm she had no control over.

Ms. Benson smiled knowingly. Once FD-10 found its host's sexual reproductive organs (usually taking the 3rd or 4th regular dose), it used the stimulus to take further control. Unfortunately for Danielle, Dr. Benson had just given Danielle enough FD-10 to make sure she wouldn't have much of a say of anything any more.

Ms. Benson watched Danielle twitch in her chair, lost in her bodies over stimulation from the drug. Satisfied she decided to see if the FD-10 was in control of subject F-83 before sending her home.

"Wonderful work Danielle, it would please me greatly if you could go over to the sink there, wash your hands for 5 minutes. Then sit on the floor for me for 15 minutes like a good girl. Can you do that for me?"

Danielle, still a little groggy, wandered over to the sink and began washing her hands while Dr. Benson made notes. Danielle then sat on the floor, staring off into space. Yes, there was very little of Danielle in control now. The doctor walked over to Danielle, who barely noticed the woman standing over her. Time to start giving FD-10 something fun. "Danielle, you want to please Ms. Weaver. You want to serve her, to give her pleasure. Making Ms. Weaver happy makes you happy. It makes you wet, and when you are wet you want to obey Ms. Weaver. Understand?" Danielle nodded, and FD-10 began rewiring its hosts mind.

Dr. Benson licked her lips but resisted the urge to make another demand of Danielle before sending the girl home. After all, subject F-83 already had a buyer. She settled for ensuring Danielle would not remember the out of ordinary requests, only that she had a normal relaxing night, going home and heading to bed to pleasantly dream.

Dr. Benson began typing up her notes after subject F-83 left, sending across a copy that arrived in Ms. Weaver's inbox while the woman was watching TV at home.

'Subject F-83 continues to react well to FD-10. The increased dosage immediately showed impact on subject's libido, causing immediate visible sexual pleasure as it discovered and attacked her central nervous system. Typically after this point it is only 4-5 more doses required for full integration of FD-10 into subject.

It is recommended to continue pushing subject's mental strain, in order for FD-10 to better adjust neural pathways and ensure she willingly accepts FD-10 as the right path for her body. Subject will be responsive to suggestive command for estimated 24-48 hours before requiring further FD-10 application. Will move to vaginal and anal suppository application for final phase before F-83 can be moved in to lab for final processing.'

Ms. Weaver slipped a finger between her thighs and smiled. It would be fun messing with what was left of Danielle's mind.

Danielle awoke, again feeling better. She didn't think it was possible, but she felt even more relaxed than the last time. With a spring in her step she jumped in the shower and felt the hot water against her skin. Whatever happened at work today, she would get through it. Fuck Ms. Weaver, nobody was going to get in her way now.

Fuck Ms. Weaver. Why did her nipples go hard when her mind had gone over those words. She shivered. Gross. She didn't mean it like that. But even as she tried to correct herself she felt the tingle of arousal spread through her, flushing her cheeks.

"That old nasty pig of a woman? No thank you." she said aloud, hoping it would help dispel the fog in her brain. She shook her head, deciding to focus her mind elsewhere, as she mentally planned her day... or rather FD-10 did while she was mostly a passenger.

'If I take the route through the park I can save 10 mins off my journey' 'I can get Kelly to run the reports today and save myself even more time to please Ms. Weaver.' 'If I wear my slutty lingerie Ms. Weaver might be pleased.'

Danielle shuddered, what was with her today? Must just have been a hangup from the intrusive shower thoughts. She would talk to Dr. Benson about it later. There wasn't any 'pleasing' she wanted to do with Ms. Weaver, it was strictly for her career. Look good in front of the boss. Secure that promotion. Beg Ms. Weaver like a good girl.

Maybe a trip to see the doctor before work might be in order after all.

Danielle arrived at work early, but Dr. Benson was in a meeting, so Danielle cursed and headed to her own desk, deciding she would keep her head down and use FD-10's productivity boost to get out of work as much as possible. Ms. Weaver didn't come to talk to Danielle, but she sent plenty of e-mails, requesting changes, new plans, throwing Danielle curve ball after curve ball for the girl to try and keep up with. Danielle didn't get angry though, she just let FD-10 take over and everything fell into place, her mind on auto-pilot, firing off requests to her team, adjusting reports, sending confirmation e-mails to her boss: "I have accounting re-examining the budgets so you should save 10% in year 2 Ms. Weaver." Sent. On to next task. "I've redrafted the report on biological research for the university grant Ms. Weaver" Sent. Danielle got stuck in to the next task on her list.

"I've completed all of today's tasks to your impeccable standards and have something to show you Ms. Weaver." Sent. Danielle sat there staring blankly at her screen now. She had no idea how much time passed, but colleagues would walk by and think she was deep in concentration.

An email popped up in her inbox.

From: Ms. Weaver Subject: RE: task list complete

See me in my office at end of day. Wait until everyone else has left.

Danielle quietly stood and walked to the office at the end of the room, not acknowledging anybody else. She knocked and heard Ms. Weaver on the other side say "enter".

Danielle suddenly panicked, why was she here? What had she written in those emails. She had a sudden realisation, a moment of pure dread, that she hadn't been thinking anything for herself today, it was auto-pilot, but she was just a passenger, watching. She found herself walking in the room, and tried to scream but nothing came out. She needed to find Dr. Benson fast, but first she had to regain control of her body. Until then, all she could do was watch, trapped as FD-10 did precisely what it was designed to do.

"Hi Ms. Weaver" Danielle heard herself saying, in a far too happy voice.

"Why hello Danielle. So lovely for you to make time for your boss. You've been such a good worker for me." Ms. Weaver leered at Danielle hungrily. Danielle just sat there, her body seemed to react by pushing her chest out a little. "Thank you Miss." it said, as Danielle inwardly thought the suggestive way she said Miss was disgusting.

"Now" continued Ms. Weaver, leaning forward and ogling the pretty girl before her. What is it you wanted to show me?"

Danielle tried to scream again, her eyes were fixed on Ms. Weaver. She felt her own lips curl into a seductive smile. Then she felt her own hands reach up to the sleeves of her dress, she felt her own fingers begin to roll the fabric off her shoulder. Danielle concentrated and for a moment her body seemed to freeze, as two conflicting commands raced down to her limbs. She tensed. Danielle used every bit of willpower to stop herself, but exhausted she couldn't keep it up, and FD-10 relentlessly powered on. The dress slipped down to the floor, a heap of fabric for Danielle's body to step out of as it bit playfully on the bottom lip. Danielle's hands ran down her body, as Ms. Weaver grinned.

"Well under normal circumstances this would be grounds for a disciplinary Danielle. I would have to punish you. I've never seen such a wanton little whore."

Danielle felt her body defying her, growing in arousal as Ms. Weaver got up and walked over to the half-naked girl.

Get out, move! Danielle tried to will herself to do anything but stand here humiliating herself in front of her boss. But besides brief moments where she stopped rubbing her breasts she could only watch the nightmare unfold.

"Disgusting, is this how you try to please your boss?"

Danielle heard herself whimper as she focused every part of her being on trying to run away. Ms. Weaver brought out her phone and snapped a photo as Danielle plunged two fingers into her soaking wet sex.

"My my, I never knew you were like this Danielle, so hot, so wet,so needy. I'm so glad you are showing me this side of you." Ms. Weaver devoured the sight of this girl masturbating before her.

Danielle was shocked, but her body betrayed her, so she posed, as Ms. Weaver continued to take photos and encourage the girl to humiliate herself further.

Slowly, Danielle felt the effects fade away, and a realisation that the drug had made her do this brought new shame, she needed to get away, she needed help.

She sprang to her feet, taking Ms. Weaver by surprise, grabbing her dress she pulled it on and bolted out the door, worried she might lose control again any moment. Ms. Weaver grinned, before sending a text to Dr. Benson: "Pam, I think she's ready for the next phase."

At first Danielle thought of running home, but she was so close to the lab. Maybe Dr. Benson could help her out, before it was too late.

Pamela Benson hung up the phone just as Danielle barged into the lab, her hair a mess, her dress sleeves all over the place from her scurry to escape. Her plea for help came out in a flurry of words.

"Doctorpleaseyougottahelpme the drugs..I lostcontrol"

Dr. Benson calmly walked over and used that soft reassuring voice she was so good at. "Hey hey, it's ok, you're safe. Tell me what happened."

Danielle proceeded to explain how she had lost all control, and Pamela Benson did her best to pretend this was a shocking revelation, she needed Danielle to trust her.

"It sounds like you had some sort of neurological allergic reaction. I can fix it, but we will need to keep you in overnight OK? We can apply a serum that should negate FD-10 in your body and I can secure you in here so you don't lose control again."

Danielle was thankful Dr. Benson was on her side, and willingly let the woman secure her wrists to the top of a table, before placing the girl's legs in stirrups and securing these too, then she carefully cut away Danielle's lingerie and suddenly Danielle felt very exposed, and very helpless, naked and bound.

Sensing her panic Dr. Benson looked to reassure her, she didn't want the poor girl thrashing about and hurting herself so she calmly talked Danielle through the procedure.

"First we are going to apply this cream to the areas of you that FD-10 seemed to target, it should help." Dr. Benson was back in her protective suit now, and scooped up what looked like pink jelly from a jar before her. She then wiped it over Danielle's exposed sex causing the girl to shudder. The pink jelly tingled, first sending a numb sensation through Danielle before a gentle tingle returned. Danielle gasped at the new feeling, and then realised Dr. Benson was slowly, methodically fucking Danielle with a finger coated in the mysterious jelly.

"There we go, feel better?" cooed the doctor, her fingers buried in the girl up to the knuckle. Danielle couldn't tell, if anything the tingling felt stronger now, but soon that was hard to think about so she just humped the fingers invading her sex. Then more of the pink cream was applied to her nipples, before she felt a digit invade her tight ass, where she moaned loudly.

Dr. Benson then fetched a phallic object on the edge of a hose and carefully pushed it into the mouth of a helpless Danielle. Then she adjusted the nozzle.

Danielle felt the tingling in her pussy first die down, and hope filled her that she would soon be free. But then the tingling intensified, and worse Dr. Benson was ignoring her discomfort, adding more of the jelly now, rubbing some in on Danielle's exposed breasts.

Oh god, thought Danielle, she's not helping me... she's... erasing me. Before Danielle could do anything else she watched as a thick rubber cock attached to a hose was pushed into her mouth, and some form of liquid began dripping from it. The taste was heavenly, like her favourite ice cream, only it became hard to think, and the sensations across her body caused her to twitch and moan until she passed out.

Dr. Benson admired her work. Danielle - what was left of her, was writhing mindlessly as the intense dose of FD-10 obliterated her brain. Danielle's neural network was being severed. Pamela couldn't help but grow aroused knowing the girl would be trapped in her own body, an obedient slave against her own will, and when she woke up from her erotic slumber she would be ready to begin her training. Dr. Benson called Ms. Weaver to give her the good news.

The next day Ms. Weaver informed her team that Danielle had done such excellent work for the R&D department that she would be moving to work in their new laboratory, and that was the last any of them saw of her. Ms. Weaver spent the day distracted, as Pam sent images and videos of her new toy being tested, ensuring she was completely under FD-10's power.

When Ms. Weaver collected her later she felt her pussy soak immediately. "Is she ready Pam? fully?" Ms. Weaver looked at the kneeling slut, her work attire still on but the girl's eyes glassy, a blank stare. Delicious.

"Oh Danielle I did so enjoy your display for me yesterday, but this... it's perfect. That little mind of yours all locked away, just watching as you become my perfect little whore. We're going to have such fun. I have much nicer outfits for you at home, ones more fitting for a slutty little bimbo, now worship me, show me how utterly fucked you are."

Danielle watched herself crawl forward, she didn't want to, but she felt her pussy heat up in arousal, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her dress as she kissed up the legof her Goddess Ms. Weaver, as Dr. Benson handed over the leash. Danielle's transformation was complete.

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Whatever it takes

Hannah was desperate for a promotion at work. She knew it wouldn't be easy, several colleagues were far more experienced, but she was willing to do whatever it takes. That included brown nosing her snooty bitch of a boss Ms. Grayson.

Ms. Grayson had a reputation as a hard ass, and Hannah was a little intimidated whenever she was called into the 40-something year old woman's office.

At 24 Hannah was a bright eyed junior but eager to step up into a management role, so she had pleaded with Ms. Grayson for a meeting, turning on her charm and even flirting a little with the older woman after hearing a rumor the older manager might be gay. Hannah certainly wasn't, with a long term boyfriend, but she was not opposed to wiggling her ass a little to get her way. Still, she was nervous, she didn't want to mess up this chance to give the career a real jump start.

Hannah walked into Ms. Grayson's office at 5:30pm as the rest of the office emptied. She walked past her office friend Lara's desk, who ushered a 'good luck' Hannah's way as the girl walked by.

At 5:31pm Hannah knocked on Ms. Grayson's office door, and heard the curt response.

"Come in."

Hannah slowly opened the door to see the woman at her desk, dressed in a very formal business dress, no cleavage showing, skirt to her lower thigh, hair tied up in a bun. Ms. Grayson was all professional. Hannah opted to wear a floral summer dress, letting her cleavage show a little and the shorter hem revealing her toned thighs (something Hannah was proud of).

"You're late, sit down while I finish this report."

Hannah went to argue that it was only a minute, but thought better of it and sat there, fidgeting as doubt crept in as the woman ignored her. 'Whatever it takes Hannah, you got this' she mentally told herself.

When Ms. Grayson finally looked at her Hannah felt those ice blue eyes penetrating her soul.

"Well, what is it girl? I'm very busy with this hiring for a new team manager."

This was it, Hannah thought, her little speech all prepared.

"I'm... um... here actually about that. I've got great people skills, I'm always getting my work done, I have a track reco-" Hannah was cut off just as she was finding her feet with the conversation.

"Oh please spare me the drivel. Hannah isn't it? Look, I need someone with experience, but not only that, someone who can follow my instructions to the letter. It's vitally important and you couldn't even turn up to this meeting on time."

Hannah held back the tears, she had to be strong, even if this wasn't going how she wanted it to. "I- I can follow instructions... and - what I lack in experience I make up for... in enthusiasm." Hannah was desperate to salvage this, and in a last ditch attempt she pushed her chest out, hoping the woman might at least be bi and find Hannah's breasts appealing enough.

To Hannah's surprise Ms. Grayson's glare softened. Maybe the older bitch was a dyke after all thought the young girl, who put on her best pleading face.

"Hmm. I'm not sure. But, I am willing to give you a chance. I am throwing a party tonight, with myself and a few of the big clients. If you can turn up, follow instructions and show me some of that... enthusiasm, I might be willing to consider you for the role." Ms. Grayson looked Hannah up and down as she said this, seeming to admire the younger woman's body.

Hannah couldn't believe it, had her plan worked? Only a tiny bit of flirting, she could handle a party, wooing clients was second nature, the girl was filled with fresh hope.

"Oh yes, of course, whatever it takes Ms. Grayson"

"We shall see" said Ms. Grayson, with a wicked grin. "Be at my address at 8pm sharp tonight, you can get it from my secretary. Now scurry along girlie, and wear something... enthusiastic." The woman winked at Hannah as she enunciated that last word.

Oh god, thought Hannah, she really is gay, but she was prepared for that. Whatever it takes, that job would be hers, but she gulped at the thought of this woman leering over her.

Hannah rushed home and prepared, wearing a black dress that came down to her thigh, it was incredibly revealing, cutting a low cleavage and leaving plenty of Hannah's leg on show. She would have to be careful bending over so as to not reveal the lace knickers she had on underneath. Touching up her makeup she called a cab and headed to Ms. Grayson's house, determined not to be late.

Hannah pulled up at ten to 8, paying the driver she slipped out the cab, holding on to her dress to avoid it riding up, and knocked on the door.

Ms. Grayson opened it and looked the girl up and down, her stare almost predatory. The woman was dressed incredibly different, her auburn hair down, with a sleek red dress that hugged her figure, and her cleavage on full display. Hannah's jaw almost dropped as she noticed the thigh high red leather boots the woman was wearing and had to compose herself seeing her boss wearing this... overly sexual outfit. Hannah feared she might be getting in above her head.

"Well girl, get in. I did say 8pm sharp, so you're going to have to do better than this start if we are going to consider you for a new role, early is not much better than late, when I expect you to follow precise instructions."

That bitch, thought Hannah - she's clearly on a power trip, but Hannah bit her tongue. "Yes Ms. Grayson, sorry." It was all Hannah could muster as she hurried inside after the host.

The start of the evening went by fairly non-eventful. Hannah was a bit miffed that she was being treated like a servant though, having to fetch Ms. Grayson and her guests (mostly CEOs and directors of her agencies clients) new glasses of wine or champagne, taking coats as they arrived to hang on the rack and generally just stay close to Ms. Grayson as she shmoozed her guests. Ms. Grayson did allow Hannah a few drinks, but was specific about the wine the girl could drink, and would watch intently to ensure the girl finished it quickly to return to her duties. At 10pm, Hannah was at least feeling a buzz from the glasses she had been allowed to consume, but she was permitted (or rather, forced) to drink more as the party settled in the spacious lounge area, many of the guests now seated, with ice buckets of champagne prepared so she no longer had to top up wine every 5 minutes.

Once Hannah had brought out the last of the champagne and checked the guests were happy (why were all the men and women leering at her? Was her dress really that revealing?), Ms. Grayson pulled Hannah aside in the master bedroom upstairs, before leaving for a moment. Hannah heard muffled cheering from downstairs before Ms. Grayson returned.

"You've performed well enough tonight Hannah, but I don't think you are ready for the duties the role requires. So you are free to take your leave for the evening." Ms. Grayson was dismissive, and Hannah felt deflated. How could this woman use her as a servant and then just dismiss her? This bitch, this nasty old woman. Hannah felt her lip tremble. The alcohol now coursing through her veins gave her the confidence to say something, even if she wasn't sure what to say. She needed this promotion, she had come too far now not to leave with it.

"No please, give me a chance, I am ready for the duties I promise. Whatever it takes, please."

Ms. Grayson took a step closer to the girl, her stature towering over the shorter, younger girl.

"Perhaps I do have a role for you. Should you wish to undertake a performance appraisal right now. Should you at any point back out, I will see your resignation from the company on my desk tomorrow morning. I have plenty of reasons NOT to employee a tardy girl like you, let alone promote one. Especially after that mistake on the Gamble & Mason contract that cost us thousands."

For Hannah things were going from bad to worse. Ms. Grayson knew about the mistake, somehow it had been traced back to Hannah, even months afterwards. She couldn't afford to lose the job. The wine made it so hard to think, what could a performance appraisal mean? Right here, in the woman's bedroom, Hannah had a pretty good idea.

If it meant she got to not only keep her job, but also get a new role out of it, could she do it?

Whatever it takes, Hannah silently reminded herself.

"Okay... I'll... do it." Hannah said, her lip trembling.

Ms. Grayson brushed aside the hair from Hannah's cheek, her lips inches from Hannah's face.

"Good, now strip." Ms. Grayson sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze boring into Hannah, who began to slowly undress.

"Make it sexy" said Ms. Grayson in a disappointed tone "Remember this is a performance review"

Hannah took the hint. She closed her eyes, imagining it was her boyfriend on the bed, swaying her hips as she unzipped the dress, peeling it off while bending at the hips.

"Good girl" whispered Ms. Grayson as she admired the curves on the girl as her flesh was exposed, and Hannah could not help but blush.

A wooping cheer from downstairs broke Hannah's concentration, and she looked at the door.

"Don't mind them, I've provided them with their usual entertainment, they won't disturb us" reassured Ms. Grayson.

Hannah's head was buzzing from the wine, she willed herself on, knowing now what was at stake. Ms. Grayson had to remind her she wanted everything gone, and so the bra was unclasped, and Hannah leaned over to allow her boss to ogle her supple breasts. Hannah wasn't sure if it was the wine or just her managing to think of her boyfriend, but she could feel an arousal in her growing, even if it was a performance for her boss. With her knickers left she stepped close to Ms. Grayson, turning her back to the old pervert and bending over - giving the woman a good view of her shapely ass as she jiggled it... letting the lace panties fall to the floor as she stepped out of them.

Hannah turned around and caught a gasp in her throat at the sight of Ms. Grayson, legs now lewdly spread, showing off her own matching red lace underwear, a clear wet patch in the crotch, a well manicured finger deftly rubbing up and down the material. Hannah blushed, brought back to the reality by the sight before her.

"My such a natural, I think we might have a role for you after all Hannah." Ms. Grayson purred this hungrily, as she eyed the young girl up and down. "Now my feet do so ache from these boots. Do be a doll and remove them so you can massage me properly."

Hannah dropped to her knees obediently, glad to be given a less sexual task to perform. One after another she unzipped the boots, and once both were off she began to rub her hands over the sole of Ms. Grayson's left foot, focusing on it in an attempt to ignore the rest of the woman's body that seemed so aroused for her.

"No dear, use that pretty mouth, I want to feel that tongue." The woman wiggled her toes invitingly. Hannah could smell the sweat from hours of being trapped in leather, but the thought of losing her job spurred her on, and for the first time in her life she licked someone else's foot.

Ms. Grayson was now barking orders quickly under her breath, Hannah unable to ignore the woman's hand rubbing at her own crotch as the young girl followed the orders, sucking on toes (with matching red nail polish naturally), licking along the bottom of Ms. Grayson's foot, and kissing, soft sensual kisses all over.

When both feet were worshiped to a satisfactory level Hannah looked up again, and immediately regretted it. The perverted kinky old bitch was holding a phone in one hand, filming the younger woman's submission, while her other hand was occupied rubbing through her panties.

"mmm darling that was wonderful. Don't worry your little appraisal footage is just between us two, so long as you keep up your performance." Ms. Grayson winked at the girl. "Now close your eyes and open wide, I have a present for you."

Hannah obeyed, and felt the slimy digits of the woman enter her mouth, coated in the woman's arousal from her masturbation.

"Suck them clean Hannah, there's a good girl." Hannah blushed, her chest turning bright red at the new commands. Hannah began to mentally prepare herself for what was surely to come, as the woman removed her fingers, wiping them on the submissive girl's cheek.

Hannah went to close her mouth but was quickly chided "ah ah I didn't say to close your mouth silly, that wasn't your present. Eyes closed." Hannah obeyed.

The next thing she felt was the metal being forced into her mouth, and she let out a gargled gasp at the steel instrument now forcing her mouth open, as the ring gag was then secured around her head.

"mmm perfect, now sit on the bed while we finish getting you ready." Ms. Grayson helped Hannah to her feet, before placing her on the bed. The woman then walked to a wardrobe and pulled out a long length of rope, before returning and quickly going to work securing Hannah's hands behind her back and then roping up the girl's body, making a harness that secured the girl so her arms were useless and rope now dug into her exposed pussy, a knotted thread rubbing against her sex with every movement. Hannah let out a soft moan, which caused Ms. Grayson to smile.

"Wonderful, such an obedient little thing aren't you Hannah. I do look forward to seeing how much more enthusiasm you can bring to the team."

Hannah knew what that meant. This was not to be a one off. Could this woman just use her to get off and be done with it already?

As if reading her thoughts Ms. Grayson pushed the girl back off the bed, holding a length of the rope now secured to Hannah's body.

"Of course, I would be a terrible boss if I didn't ensure that anyone applying for a new role got the full approval of the clients she will be... serving." Ms. Grayson let the sentence hang in the air as Hannah's alcohol fuddled brain processed it and a look of fear swept over her. Surely... she couldn't be serious. Hannah was now beginning to panic, trying to think of a way out of this, but there was no reasoning while gagged. Sure she could kick up a fuss, but she knew that would just end in her unemployment, and now this woman had videos too. Hannah did nothing, as she was lead from the relative safety of the room she once feared the most entering, to the stairway, where she could now hear the group of 10 or so clients downstairs apparently still enjoying themselves even without the host.

Hannah was lead to the doorway of the lounge by Ms. Grayson who kept the girl just out of view, pushing a firm hand on the girls head until she knelt on the hard wood floor.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am glad to see you are enjoying the entertainment provided, but I must interrupt for a special announcement" Ms. Grayson seemed to revel in the dramatic, leaving a pause as eyes turned to her from whatever the entertainment inside had been.

"As you know" she continued, content she had the room's attention "my oh so compliant secretary is leaving at the end of the month to join our good friends at Reticule Harmonics" this was met by a chorus of playful boos and jeers.

"Not to worry though, I am sure Ms. Parker will be happy to arrange a few parties of her own for those who miss my dear juicy Lucy's company" with this Hannah recognised the voice of Ms. Parker, global CEO of Reticule Harmonics reply with "but of course" to which the group let out more cheers and applause. Juicy Lucy... is that what Ms. Grayson called her secretary Lucy Mears? Hannah was beginning to panic at what she might see in that room as her head began to put two and two together.

"Fortunately, I've managed to find a wonderful replacement... and I must say she's even dumber, more eager and sluttier than little Juicy down there. So please, give a very warm welcome to my new slave slut secretary, Ms. Hannah Robinson!"

Hannah's world was spinning as she felt the rope tug into her skin. As she hobbled into the room to stop from toppling over, the jeers seemed almost distant as her head felt dizzy. The sight of her boss' secretary Lucy Mears naked save a collar and leash, a toy buried in her bottom, as she serviced Steve Linton, Director of Linton Travel's throbbing cock with eagerness, not even turning to see Hannah enter, no doubt so well trained in her service from years of parties like this one.

Hannah felt Ms. Grayson's scarlet coated lips next to her ear and the whispered commands made her shake.

"See little slut, I found the perfect little role for you, as my secretary and fuck toy. You're going to keep our clients happy tonight, and then, if you do a good job you can keep me happy later. If you're a very lucky girl you'll come in tomorrow morning to see a new contract on your desk for your new role, replacing Lucy when she leaves next month. Who knows, if you manage to keep yourself from being fired I might just keep all your little secrets safe until I sell you on like I did with Lucy, understand?"

Hannah nodded, tears welling in her eyes as hands began to grope her and she fell down next to Lucy, looking up at the woman who she was about to replace, just as the girl coughed and spluttered, gagging on Mr. Linton's cock as he came. Lucy pulled back, trying to swallow as Mr. Linton laughed, watching poor Lucy cough, his cum dripping from her mouth as she gasped for air. A small puddle splattered on the floor next to Hannah's face. Before Hannah could react the bare foot of Ms. Grayson was on the back of her head. "Lick it up bitch, if my floorboards end up stained with dirty old man cum you can pay for the replacements.

By now probing fingers (Hannah wasn't sure who's) had found their way into the girls tight pussy, their sensual touches, combined with the humiliating position ignited something dark within Hannah, and even though it shamed her, she grew wet, much to the pleasure of the crowd now gathered around her.

"She's wet, the little slut is dripping" said someone behind her, as a thick rubber toy was pushed into her needy pussy. Hannah moaned, and stuck her tongue out to lick Ms. Grayson's floor clean of the sticky mess as camera phones flashed in her face.

Whatever it takes, Hannah. Whatever it takes.

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I did not write this article but have kept it with me for a very long time because it means so much to me. I hope you enjoy it and see submission, and why people choose this lifestyle in a whole new light.

Why she wants to be a submissive - The Importance of Submission

In my conversations with submissive women, one thing stands out prominently and that is very few men realize the importance that submission holds for her. It is far more than a physical experience, it is an emotional connection with you so meaningful that it contains her very soul. Though d/s is often very light and spontaneous and sometimes treated as a special sensual playtime, for her it is what is most real in her life. It is NOT a game. To treat it as such is to do her a great injustice for it trivializes her greatest expression of love.

Not all women want to be a 24/7 slavegirl. This manual is written for to the man luckily enough to have found a woman who does. In it I will try and express as many of her submissive feelings as I can and to give you ideas on how to treat her so she feels that being your slave is an intrinsic and natural part of her daily life with you, just as much as it has already been an intrinsic element of her being.

Submission is Erotic

Before I get lost in some of the reasons why being submissive is such a powerful desire, I want to make the point that being submissive is extremely erotic. It touches her sexuality in the most powerful way and when combined with all the mental, emotional and physical aspects of a relationship, it can often be the most sexually intense and emotionally fulfilling experience a woman can ever have. In fact, many women have confided in me that they are afraid of the intensity of their sexual energy. They fear they should they reveal the full extent of their sexual excitement at being a slavegirl they will not be understood. Often, the smallest of looks or commands will leave them drenched with sexual excitement. As her Master, it should be your pleasure to extract each nuance of sexual pleasure from her.

When she gives herself to you completely, she is also giving you the freedom to explore the depths of her sexuality and passion, to take her places she cannot go herself, to have experiences she probably cannot ask for. She is depending on you, her Master, to give her the push to get beyond any resistance you may encounter.

Getting past resistance is where your strength and understanding as a Dom is essential. If you back off instead of encouraging her onward (by spank or by praise) she will not be able to explore the depths of herself. She needs your unconditional love and support to feel safe to go where she cannot go alone. As you sexually open her body to you, you are also opening her heart and soul.

Though changing rapidly, most women have been raised to be ashamed of their sexual feelings. Being with a Dom who treasures a woman’s natural sexuality enough to go far beyond where most stop is an extremely liberating experience for her. It also touches upon her desire to be able to reveal herself as she truly is as you help her by removing her falsely imposed conditioning. Even if she cannot ask, it is important to understand that the sub *wants* to overcome her resistance as much as the Dom wants her to.

As your relationship grows and she becomes more comfortable and trusting in her knowledge that you understand her feelings, she will find it easier to admit certain sexual desires to you. From time to time, have her tell you a “secret” fantasy of hers, or give her the assignment of writing you a short fantasy. It’s often easier to put something in writing than to have to say it verbally…

Another way you can free her sexuality is to have her admit to you how exciting a certain activity is for her. If you are giving her an erotic spanking, have her tell you how much she loves it. “Begging” can also be a way to encourage her to express herself. If you suspect she enjoys anal play more than she can admit, hold the bottom plug against her opening but don’t insert it until she “begs” you to have it slipped inside her. In this way you are “forcing” her to make an admission she probably wants to make, but is too embarrassed to share with you on her own.

Being Taken Care of

“I always found the d/s articles to be the most exciting. I found the men - their strength and command - highly erotic. I thought that being that “taken care of” must have been the most wonderful thing in the world. The Doms I talk to are forever asking me about this, I always tell them it’s not the ritual (though I like the ritual) or the punishment that I’m looking for, it’s the freedom to not have to be in control, to not have responsibility. I guess that’s because, in most of my social circles, I’m the person who’s expected to have all the answers.“

A woman wants a man to be strong and to protect and watch over her. She wants to be able to relax in the safety of his arms and the world that he creates for her. If you can do that for a woman, you will see something inside her blossom and grow, and you will marvel at the treasure you have discovered that was always inside her but which she never felt safe to reveal, so afraid was she that it would not be appreciated for the incredible gift which it is.

Knowing she has your Love and Care and Attention

Part of her feeling of being taken care of by you is knowing that she has certain rules and limits for herself. If she disobeys them, she expects to be disciplined. When you are correcting her behavior by a punishment of some kind, several things are happening. The first is that you care enough for her to correct her. It is proof to her that she has your attention and you are watching over her, making sure she does what is best for herself.

If it was a task or command of your own that she disobeyed, then your punishment leaves no doubt in her mind that she must obey you and that allows her to feel secure in her submission to you. If you set rules for her then never check to see they are followed, your message to her is that she is not worth the effort it takes to see that she has obeyed. You are unconsciously saying she does not deserve your attention. This lack of attention may touch many emotions in her going back to her childhood years…

This is an area where the formality of the d/s roles can enhance a relationship in incredible ways. As the Dom, you want your rules obeyed and she wants to obey them and be recognized for her desire to please you. If she “overlooks” a rule it is often a test to see if you care enough to catch it, and for you it is an opportunity to show her that she will not be allowed to get away with anything. The stricter you are in supervising her, the more she will feel your attention and the happier she will be.

Stripping away the Pretenses

“The real experience, seems to me to be when the Dom and the sub (each in his or her own way) reveal themselves to each other completely with total trust that they will be accepted EXACTLY where they are at. We do not have the right to expect our person to admire every single trait of ours, but we do have a right to unconditional love. “We can find people who are pretending they are someone other than who they are anywhere, the whole point of d/s is to strip away the pretense, the little secrets about ourselves that we are convinced that nobody could ever love us if they knew about.”

The following short exchange that may give you a better idea of how the exchange of power and her trust in you lets you find her true essence:

Me: It’s all an exchange of power. The sub has lots of control, but the thrill is in giving that up in order to go new places inside herself. Her: Honestly… I don’t believe that in good d/s relationship that the sub is in control. My Master taught me that he could make me want things that I swore, initially that I had no interest in wanting. He really did control me, because he found the me I couldn’t always find myself.

A Transition to the other side of Oneself

One marvelous aspect of submission is that it is a wonderful way to escape from yourself. The transition to that other side of your personality can be very exciting and sometimes difficult, but that’s part of the thrill. During the day different aspects of our personality come into the forefront as we move from one role to another. For example, there may be a big difference in one’s personality at work as compared to home. Keeping up these roles requires a large amount of psychic energy which over time can become exhausted. On of the great attractions to d/s is this balancing of energy by experiencing the opposite role.

At work, your sub may be very powerful and dominant and carrying a great deal of responsibility. Being a mother at home is tremendously demanding and requires a great deal of energy in caring for and supervising the children. If she has spent her day instructing and inspecting others, she may crave the transition from that position of authority to one of servitude. When she can become your slavegirl, she gets a relaxing respite from the stresses of her life. She can renew herself by once again becoming a little girl who is loved and looked after. Instead of having to cope with the stress of making decisions she can surrender to you and do exactly as she is told knowing she is safe in your care.

Being a Master

If you truly want to be a Master, you will do everything in your power to enable your woman to be who she really is, and that is a woman full of love and sensuality and passion and who wants nothing more than to be free and safe enough to show you the full extent of it. Few men deserve the title of Master and part of what it takes is a true love of women and an appreciation of their intelligence, sensuality and passion for life, and then to have the strength and confidence to bring out the best in her. Please, if you love her, make her life as your slave as complete and as real as you can.

She cannot be Submissive if you are not Dominant

One thing of PARAMOUNT importance is that your slavegirl feel that she is truly being controlled and is acting on *your* commands, and is subject to *your* whims. If she feels your actions are for her alone, she will feel in control of the situation and this is exactly what she does NOT want to feel. In order for her to be submissive, YOU must be in charge of her in a very real and definite way. Remember that this manual is written for the sub who wants her submission to be a daily part of her life and the more she feels she is under your control and care, the happier a slavegirl she will be. It is very confusing for her if your control is just within the context of a scene and does not carry over into the rest of your relationship. It will help if you think of your control as being an integral part of your relationship rather than an “imposition” on her. The more you see her enthusiasm and gratitude in response to your actions, the easier it will become for you.

Never forget that her desire to please her Master is an essential element of her submission. Though you both know she loves to have the experiences you are giving her, she MUST feel that it’s for your pleasure equally, if not more than her own. Being submissive is her gift to you, a way of pleasing you as completely as possible. If she thinks your control of her is only for *her*, it just doesn’t work. She wants to be your slave, to feel she has no choice in what she is subjected to and this REALITY regarding her submission is tremendously thrilling for her.

Recognizing her efforts to Please

“The most “protected and cared for” I ever felt was when my Dom called me “princess” (I wonder if that is something going back to childhood…)“ If there is one single-most favorite phrase a submissive woman wants to hear, it is “Good Girl”. She wants and needs to have her efforts to please you acknowledged. It is very difficult for men to understand that pleasing the man she loves is to her one of the greatest pleasures in her life. It is an emotional fulfillment so deep that it goes far beyond any sexual expression. By giving her your praise as frequently as possible you are confirming that you recognize and appreciate her for who she is and for the love she has to give you.

Difficulty in Asking

You must take the initiative with her. If she has to “ask” you to control her, it once again puts her in charge and does not allow her to feel submissive. As a Master, you get to indulge yourself in what *you* want! Give yourself permission to act on your whim of the moment. Believe me, to a sub, this is when it all becomes very real and meaningful to her. There will be no doubt in her mind that you want her for *yourself* and whether or not she enjoys it is secondary. Only in this way can she feel that she truly belongs to you and is there to serve you. If you are going to experiment in taking charge, err on the side of being more controlling than less. I can’t tell you how many women I have complained that their Masters don’t give them the control and supervision they crave. Remember, your control is a demonstration of taking care of her and your discipline is proof that you are paying attention and will insist she does what is best for herself.

How to make her feel Owned

The feeling of being owned is one of the most secure and desired feelings a sub can have. She wants to be reminded at all times that you are in control of her and that she is safe and watched over under your command. She *wants* you to be strong for her, so she can grow under your care and guidance. Think for a moment of the potential your relationship with a woman who loves and trusts you so much that she wants to be *owned* by you… What closer bond can you have?

There are many ways to make her feel that she belongs to you and I will share with you some of my favorites. Ask her often, “Who do you belong to?” Not only does this strengthen the depth of your relationship but many women have told me it is very erotic for them to be told to touch and name different parts of their body and then tell you it belongs to you.

Here’s a quote that will make this clearer: “Personally I *love* it when various parts of my anatomy are called upon. For example, during a spanking, I like to be reminded that this is Master’s bottom and he can do as he wishes with it.”

How you address each other can also be confirmation of your roles. For example, calling her by a pet name can indicate your position of authority while requiring her refer to you with some title of respect such as Sir or Master further emphasizes her submission. Being “owned” is a total experience. It means she is subject to your whims at any time and no reason is necessary beyond the fact it is something you want. For her, there is great excitement and anticipation in being used for your pleasure and never knowing what your next command or task may be. She may be fully clothed and busy one moment and naked and kneeling before you the next….

The importance of Ritual in Creating a Submissive State of Mind

A submissive state of mind is very much an altered state of awareness. Listen to the quality of her voice change the moment she knows you are actively controlling her. You may find it grows softer and quieter as she lets slip away the more assertive aspects of her personality, showing you that vulnerable young girl within. It is often a dramatic transformation and one that at times may leave her very non-verbal. This state of deep submission is sometimes refereed to as subspace. It is *the* place where she wants to be and the deeper you can take her, the more intense everything becomes for her. You can make it easier for her to go into subspace by the use of ritual. Keeping a certain formality and pattern when leading her into a scene makes it easy for her to recall past events and more easily slip back into a previous deep submissive state.

Building her anticipation for an event is a wonderful way to give her time to get into her submissive head space. It let’s her imagination come into play and builds up her sexual arousal as she tries to envision what you have in mind for her. Try telling her firmly to be in your study at a certain time without saying why. In the meantime, she can indulge in her submissive feelings by wondering what she may or may not have done and she’ll be imagining herself being subjected to all kinds of marvelous things. Or, in great detail tell her *exactly* what will happen to her at a point in the near future then forbid her to mention it. See how this works?

There are an almost infinite number of ways to make her feel submissive. Position and symbology play a great part. Perhaps the most effective is to place her in a collar. A collar is a very powerful symbol of ownership, love and commitment and should be treated with great respect. When she wears your collar she is telling you that she is yours completely and will try as hard as she can to please you in whatever you may ask of her. It will always be in her mind that she wears her collar for *you*.

Having her assume certain standard slave positions is a way to both signal her that you are now moving into a more formal role with each other and also allow her to return to quickly enter a submissive state of mind.

I like to enhance her state of submission by the use of a unique perfume. Have her wear it each time you have a special scene with her. In this way, the scent becomes identified with her submission and the next time she smells it, she will be more easily transported back into the depths that she had reached during your previous scenes.

Attention to Detail

Your attention to detail is important. You know what you want her to do and it’s important that you communicate that clearly to her. Beyond that, it has several other purposes. Not only does it focus her attention on you, but it lets her every day thoughts and stresses in her life fall away, and this is a wonderful escape for her. As her Master, you want to give her tasks that draw out her submission and if she does allow herself to be distracted, her attention needs to be brought back to you with a few quick swats. This also allows her to feel that she has *your* attention as much as she has yours.

Limits and Rules

The Desire for Structure A submissive woman often craves more “structure” in her life and there can be many reasons for this. If her parents acted inconsistently with her, it can often created the longing to know where she stands in relation to them and what is expected from her. Never knowing what is acceptable and what is not can be a very confusing situation for a child. By giving your sub very clear limits and rules on her behavior, you are now creating an environment for her where she can relax and be secure in the knowledge of what is expected of her and how she can best please you.

Testing Limits

Setting rules and limits for your slavegirl is extremely important for it is within these boundaries she feels most cared for. As part of her feeling secure within the relationship, she needs – even unconsciously – to test her limits. This is an extremely important point. If she breaks a rule and you let it slide without bringing it to her attention, you are not allowing her to feel safe within your care. She can’t feel safe within your limits, if the limits are not there or are vague. This testing process is something that never really stops though at first she will feel the need to test you often until she learns that you will follow through. The sooner you do that, the quicker she will feel the reality of your concern for her.

A submissive woman *wants* a strong Master, one who sets guidelines on her behavior that are for her own good and then who has the strength and authority to be sure they are followed. It’s almost impossible for me to emphasize how important a point this is. The most common and biggest complaint I am told by submissive women is that their Masters are not “strict” enough. Inconsistency on your part is see by her as a sign of weakness, and she cannot feel submissive to a weak man.

Be Consistent

Remember that her greatest desire is to feel that she has lost control to you and must do as she is told. If she does not do exactly as instructed she wants to know there will be a consequence, for if there is not, she will not feel your control of her is real. If you let her down by allowing her to get away with breaking her rules, she will feel that your control over her is not real. It’s like saying you don’t care for her enough to watch over her and she will feel a very definite lack of attention from you.

Some Examples of Rules and Limits

The kinds of rules and limits you set for your slavegirl depend on your wishes and insight as to what you feel is best for her, taking into great consideration her goals for herself. I would suggest that in the beginning, the fewer rules you have for her the better. This way she can be very clear on what is expected of her and it will make it easier for you to enforce them. Sit down with her and discuss the rules you feel she needs. I think you’ll find she knows exactly what they are and will welcome your help in “assisting” her to accomplish them.

Household chores are a good starting point. Make a list of daily chores for her and see that they are done such as making the bed, all kitchen dishes put away, etc. Hold frequent inspections. Remember, she will need to test you very much at first and only when she feels sure she’ll be disciplined for not doing them will she be able to get them done knowing she has no choice about it – which will be a tremendous relief to her.

Here is a quote that shows the subs desire for having rules: “I am very good at “rules”… I like to feel like the man has control in many ways. Not in my work life or who I can talk to and such but in our personal relationship. Little things like what I am to wear when with him… or certain behaviors I am supposed to follow… my Dom used to have me kneel as soon as we were alone together, and riding in the car I was to always have my skirt hiked up. “

Spankings and Discipline

It is very thrilling for your sub to know she is subject to your discipline. She wants rules and limits set for her and knows that there will be consequences for not obeying them. If there are no consequence then she cannot feel the control that she longs for. Accepting a spanking where the focus is on correcting her behavior rather than for her own pleasure is proof of her submission to you. It makes your control of her very real. There is a big distinction between a spanking given for the pure enjoyment of it and one given as punishment. Though many pleasure spankings are given under the guise of a punishment for misbehaving, it’s clear that the focus is on its eroticism and the “punishment” aspect is just a pretense.

Some submissive women would never want a spanking they thought was given as a punishment. For them, it is a completely pleasurable experience and they don’t want them to be associated with a punishment” in any form.

However, there are some submissive women who *love* to be spanked as a punishment and there are several reasons for this. We all grew up knowing that spankings were given as a punishment and though now as adults we find them pleasurable, the connection between spankings and punishment still remains and can be a very hot erotic trigger for the sub. If she started having spanking fantasies at a young age when having your bottom paddled and being punished are one in the same, they will often revolve around the idea of being punished for some reason, whether real or imagined.

Due to societies generally negative view of d/s and s/m, many women who crave a spanking or whipping often have great conflicts about it, wondering how they could possibly be so “strange” or “weird”. It is often not an easy admission to make, so it’s much easier to rationalize the desire for a spanking by connecting it to a wrong doing in order to “earn” a spanking rather than having the freedom to simply ask their lover for one.

The Desire to be Perfect

There is a tendency in some submissive women to be “perfect”. Though this can be an admirable goal, it can often be taken to extremes and that’s something to be aware of. I am now talking about the desire to strive to improve, to make an effort to do the best job possible, and as we know, that takes a great deal of energy. Here is a quote that illustrates this point: “I started thinking about why punishment appealed to me and I wasn’t sure if it was just another way to test limits… or the thought of the luxury of having something to “make” me do the things I really want to do anyway… but, instead, I allow life (work, fatigue) get in the way. “I have very high expectations for myself… I am lucky in the fact that I am intelligent and beautiful… but I think given these “gifts” that they should be utilized to the fullest extent…“

A submissive woman like this wants to be “pushed” into making a greater effort with herself. She knows what she is capable of achieving and wants help in making it a reality. To me, this is one of the most positive aspects of spankings treated as a punishment. As her Master, your responsibility is to take care of her and to see she does what is best for her. You need to work with her to be sure her rules and limits are for her own benefit and help her to meet her own personal goals. If structured this way, the focus of the spanking is not because she was “bad”, but rather she is being spanked to help her improve herself. In this way, your discipline of her is another way you can show her you love and care.

Here is a quote from a woman who loves the thought of being punished for not meeting her own standards of behavior for herself.

“One of my fantasies is to have someone in my life just for the purpose of correcting my faults. He would make me keep a list of all my misbehaviors. Being lazy at work, or late. Eating junk food, or not going to the gym. Being rude to people unnecessarily. I would have to keep a list, and once a week he would come and read the list. Or more. And he would make me describe each incident, he would lecture me about it, he would establish a separate punishment for each offense on the list. And I would be told over and over what I’m being punished for, or would be required to recite it to him. Twelve swats of the paddle for this. Six strokes of the cane for that, you know. He would read them off the list in random order, call me out of the corner at any moment to take my next licking, send me back to the corner afterwards.”

This is one of my favorite quotes because it so clearly illustrates the connection between behavior and its punishment. There is no doubt in her mind on why she is being punished and she accepts her punishment knowing how much it will help her to improve her behavior in the future.

For a sub, it is quite a luxury to have a disciplinarian in their life and to not have to rely solely on their own will-power. We all have chores to do that are not particularly enjoyable and if left undone it weighs on our minds and becomes a burden. As her Master, you can provide the “incentive” she needs to get what needs to be done finished and out of the way so it does not hang over her and drain her energy.

The thought and anticipation of being punished for not doing something is often extremely exciting and this enables the sub to tap into her sexual energy to complete her chores. For example, scrubbing the kitchen floor is not much fun but the knowledge that she’s in for a good spanking if it’s not completed can add tremendous sexual energy to her task.

You can also assist her in this by telling her that her work will be “inspected” and if not found adequate she’ll be disciplined. By the way, the word “inspection” is a very *hot* trigger for most subs. Knowing her work will be reviewed helps her to focus on the task at hand to do the kind of quality job she really wants to do but has to struggle with finding sufficient energy.

Punishment as a way of Absolution and Forgiveness

Another aspect of being “punished” is that it allows her to let go of any self-imposed “guilt” over her behavior. This is especially important for those women who strive to be perfect and have the tendency to be self-critical. This can be compounded if she was raised in an environment where past mistakes were never forgotten but were continually brought to her attention. When she is punished, she can face her mistake, accept her punishment as a motivation to improve (not for being “bad”), be completely forgiven and then to happily move on.

Some Cautions over Punishment Spankings

Since a punishment spanking is going to be harder for her to endure than one given for pleasure, you want to be sure she is in the right mental head space for taking one. In other words, she must feel the spanking is deserved, so my advice here is never punish her for something left unclear. Make your rules very clear and specific so she knows *exactly* when she is breaking them. If it helps, set time deadlines so she can’t claim she was “just going to do it.” Another caution here about being consistent. If you punished her one week for breaking a rule and let the same infraction go the next, you are giving her very mixed and confusing signals which will make it difficult for her to take your control seriously, and this will have very negative consequences to both your roles. She will need to test you until she feels secure you are going to follow through so *be consistent* – this is extremely important.

Preparing her for Punishment

A punishment spanking is often more filled with ritual than most any other scene and draws very much on her anticipation of an event that she knows will be a test and challenge to her. Sending to her room to await you should excite her greatly even though she knows the spanking may not be that enjoyable. Making *her* fetch the implement used in her correction is an added erotic embarrassment. You may want to have her strip in advance and go to the corner to reflect upon her infraction and what steps she is going to take in the future to avoid a similar lapse. Or, you may want to have her place herself face down on the bed with a pillow under her hips and paddle beside her. If you want to see just how exciting the anticipation of a punishment can be, have her wait at least 10 minutes before you come into the room and then check her for wetness.

You may want to lecture her on her behavior, emphasizing *exactly* what she did to earn this correction, and during the spanking itself, pause several times and give her the chance to promise better behavior in the future. This is important as it keep the emphasis on the punishment as motivation to improve her behavior and not because she was “bad” or displeased you for not getting it done.

The focus of a punishment spanking is less on her pleasure (even though it will at least initially be very exciting) so you may want to give her less of a warm up than usual before increasing the intensity of the spanking. If you tell her in advance how many strokes she is to be given it may help her to endure the spanking knowing when the end will come. If this is the second spanking for the same offense, be sure to increase the number of spanks so she gets the idea that a future lapse will be met with more severity.

As further confirmation of your roles, after the spanking she should thank you for taking the time and effort to discipline her, and then it’s up to you if you want to ravish her or send her to the corner! The point I’m making here is that even though this is “punishment” there’s no reason it can’t end in pleasure for her. After all, she has been “punished” and all is forgiven.

Some alternate punishments may be requiring her to write a certain number of punishment lines. This is more of a childhood punishment but is very effective as it has less eroticism connected with it than a spanking.

How to enjoy your slave (in ways she or she’ll love)

Here are some suggestions on how to enjoy your slavegirl, get your way, and at the same time emphasize the depths of her submission.

Exploring Embarrassment

One wonderful aspect of d/s is that it lets you explore so many emotions in safety. When done with love and care, embarrassing your slavegirl can be an extremely intense experience for her and one that will make her feel very controlled. When you give her an embarrassing task and she obeys, it is a way you can both feel the strength of your respective roles. Her obedience in being embarrassed proves to you both that she is your slavegirl and will do whatever you ask of her. As her Master, you want to think of as many ways as possible to demonstrate this and you will feel that your control of her is as complete as possible. Many ideas for increasing the depths of her submission utilize embarrassment in one form or another. One point to keep in mind is not to intrude upon the privacy of other people who do not understand the kinds of exploration that goes on in a d/s relationship. Be creative and you will find many ways she can be thoroughly embarrassed in front of others while being the only one that knows the real reason she is acting as she is.

Positions

There is a direct connection between your subs physical position and her mental/emotional state. Kneeling before you will instantly put her in a submissive state. Have fun exploring positions and be sure she maintains the proper position and keeps good posture at all times. If you are relaxing on the couch reading or watching TV, call her over to you, perhaps you will use a “pet” name for her as a signal that she is now your slavegirl and has no choice but to obey. Tell her to kneel at your feet for awhile and that she is not to move or speak until given permission. Have her pay attention to her posture, and if she slouches give her a correction of some kind. Perhaps putting her over your lap for a few quick spanks before having her resume her position or by simply giving her nipples a few pinches. Of course, the next time she gets careless with her posture, the correction will be a bit stronger. In this way, she will know that she is there just for you and that though you don’t feel it necessary to be actively engaged with her, she also knows that you are paying attention to her and are enjoying her company.

Another suggestion would be to put her on shoulders and knees in front of you and bare her bottom. She is your slavegirl and if you want to enjoy her feminine charms you may at any time. You might also tell her to reach back and spread her cheeks so you can better enjoy the sight of your little pleasure slave. If you wish, tease her a little with some caresses and then go back to your book or television program.

One of my favorite activities is to have a crop handy and on occasion to give her a few nice swats for no reason other than you enjoy seeing a few stripes on her cheeks. She will LOVE this and it makes clear that you enjoy giving her these sensations as much as she loves receiving them. I’m sure you will notice an instant sexual reaction to being subject to your control in this way. Crops are wonderful because not only can you redden her bottom with them, you can also use them to tease and caress her pussy. Alternate a few more strokes with pleasuring her and then as a wonderful embarrassment, moisten the tip of the crop with her wetness and gently press it against her lips and have her lick it clean. In this way, she has to admit to herself how excited she is by what you are doing to her. You are reminding both her and yourself of how much she loves being your slavegirl and she no longer has to “hide” the intensity of her sexual reactions to being your slave.

Focusing her Attention

To send her even deeper in her submission, focus her attention. For example, while she is still on shoulders and knees, balance the crop across her hips and tell her she is to not let it fall. So now, not only is she in this sexual and submissive position, but she must concentrate on obeying *your* command and this lets her focus on you and allows her to demonstrate just how important obeying you is to her. Of course, I don’t need to tell you what should happen if she does squirm and let’s the crop fall, do I? The only question here is does she get just six strokes or twelve? A very erotic example of focusing her attention is to instruct her to keep her nipples hard for you during a specific playtime.

Focusing her attention on you is very important for it let’s her draw on her real desire to please you by being a good slavegirl. This is both a challenge to her and also something she very much wants to do. Much of the formality of d/s is to find ways you can both very clearly express your care for each other.

A Sweet Torment

Another very exciting idea is to place her in this shoulders and knees position and to play with her sexually. Enjoy her slight moans of pleasure for awhile and then firmly tell her she is not to make any sound at all as you continue to tease and caress her. Be very clear that if she breaks your rule, there will be a consequence… Such a sweet torment, isn’t it? If she reaches the level of excitement where she does let a moan of pleasure escape her, you have the choice of going back to your book for a time leaving her to await your touch or to “punish” her with a nice spanking before resuming. This is the kind of spanking that I personally love the most. It is a “punishment” for moaning, but it is also for her pleasure and yours. Of course, the spanking will only excite her all the more and make it even more difficult to keep silent as you instructed – but that’s the whole idea!

Ice

Since I like this image so much, I’ll continue a bit further! The next time she moans, have her bring you some ice cubes and then get back in position. If her bottom is sufficiently warm at this point slowly rub the ice cube over her reddened cheeks. For many women, this is an exquisite sensation. Just a quick aside here… this is a good example of something she may *want* to experience but cannot ask for. This is where your strength, initiative and creativity as a Master all come into play. Don’t be afraid to experiment with giving her new sensations.

As the ice becomes smoother, rub it slowly over her inner lips and pussy. You may chose to insert it into her vagina or if it is sufficiently small and smooth slide it slowly into her tight little bottom.

Asking Permission

Another way you can constantly remind her that she is under your control is by having her ask your permission. The more of her own independent action is restricted, the more her submission will increase. One example that emphasizes this as well as serving as a subtle embarrassment is to have her ask your permission to visit the bathroom. This touches upon the idea of her losing certain personal privacies which can increase the intimate bond between you both. If she blushes, it’s a good sign!

If you take her out to a restaurant take away her menu and decide on her meal yourself. This will not only increase her submission to you, but also relieves her of having to make a decision for herself.

Another very romantic and even more embarrassing experience for her would be to order nothing for her and then feed her from your own plate. From time to time, place a tasty morsel on your fork and have her lean forward to take it from your hand. I think this is a very sweet way for her to feel close and dependent upon you.

It’s very common not to allow a sub to climax without first being given permission. She is “allowed” pleasure only upon your command which will emphasize your control over her. It also increases the anticipation of finally being given permission which can hold her on the edge of a climax for an extended period which will build its intensity.

Not only may she not climax without permission, but she may not even be allowed to touch herself without permission. By setting this rule for her, you are making her admit her desire to touch herself by asking for your permission which is also a way for you to know how excited she has become by your commands.

You may want to try holding her right at the edge of a climax and then order her to come for you in a commanding tone of voice. You may find this has a remarkable effect. Some women have the ability to be trained to climax on command and there are various techniques that can be used to accomplish this though I won’t go into them in this document.

Pulling her Hair

One very *hot* erotic trigger for many subs is having their hair pulled. Not in a hurtful way, but as a very sensual experience. For many women, this can be an extremely powerful turn on and you may be surprised by her reaction. Call her over to you and caress her hair for a moment before gathering it up in your hands before firmly pulling her face toward you for a passionate kiss – she will melt in a puddle on the floor!

Treating her as a Cherished Pet

Many submissive women love being treated as a pet. We all know how much love and attention our pets receive and it should be thrillingly embarrassing and sweet – not at all degrading. Pet’s are often kept on a collar and leash too, aren’t they? Try this on a special evening together. Have her undress and kneel before you. Tell her she is to be your pet for the evening and lovingly place her collar upon her and attach her leash to it. Tell her she is to be your sweet little kitty and is not allowed to speak unless given permission. Instead, she must meow and purr to you.

One very erotic idea is to have her purr and meow for you as you caress her. Perhaps, if your loved pet is in “heat”, have her rub her little pussy against your leg as a way of begging for more attention. Be sure to bring her to a climax while allowing only mews of pleasure…

It is an incredible feeling to have a woman you love and who loves you napping at your feet while you hold her leash in your hand. Make a little nest of pillows and blankets in a corner and make that her special place. As a pet, she is not allowed to stand or to use the furniture. Perhaps you’ll put out a little saucer of milk for her to lap…

A theme such is this gets very much into role-play which can be a wonderful escape from the stress of your lives. It is a unique time when you can forget about being adults and return to the innocent and creative play of children.

Like all my writings, this is more for myself than anyone else. Dominance and submission (D/s) has always been a part of my life, both my greatest torment when not understood by either myself and those I shared my thoughts with, and finally the source of greatest contentment and pride when I finally realized how beautiful and loving an exchange it is. In a way, it is impossible to describe or explain it to another unless that person has the creativity and capacity to see its full potential to draw two people so close together that *everything* they have inside of them can be revealed and that is when they can be loved unconditionally and completely.

The only rule to d/s is that there are no rules. What each sub wants is different and takes varying forms. I am writing this with a particular sub in mind, and that is the kind of woman who is so full of love that she longs to give herself unreservedly to her Master. It is written for those women who want to be a full-time slavegirl, who enjoy the sensual pleasures of being spanked (and more!) and who want to be disciplined when they do not meet their own personal goals and the guidelines for behaviour set by their Master.

I don’t know the submissive that wrote this but when I find her I will credit her and thank her for sharing her insights with us all at Beautifully Bound.

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A major part of many kinky dynamics is a focus on discipline. While “discipline” can be a fun part of your everyday activities, it can also mean something more specific in terms of punishment. “Punishment” differs from the general sense of discipline in that it has a specific goal to focus on that changes a submissive’s behaviour.

Many people engage in what can be called “funishment,”–punishment-type activities, like regular spankings or other forms of play, that are not meant to alter the behaviour of the submissive but rather to provide enjoyment to either/both/all parties. However, it is important to distinguish the difference between playful discipline and serious punishments. Punishments are consequences of negative actions, whether this is based on officially-written regulations or unspoken general behaviours like brattiness, defiance, or dangerous behaviours.

The idea of punishment is based largely on psychological research in the area of behaviourism. It consists of techniques that are supported by science to effectively alter the behaviour of an individual. (If you want to learn more about the research behind punishments, look up B. F. Skinner’s work in this area.)

Two types of punishments exist: positive punishments, which add undesired consequences to the behaviour, and negative punishments, which take away desired privileges.

Now, before I get into some specific ideas for punishments, there are some important key points I’d like to make. Please be sure to read all of these before deciding on a specific punishment.

Punishments do NOT negate the right to a safeword. Some people are mislead into dangerous situations by being told they cannot safeword during a punishment. This is completely untrue. All parties have a right to safeword at any time during any kind of play or punishment. Taking away the right to safeword equates to abuse, plain and simple. Don’t ever tell your partner they cannot safeword or ignore their safeword for the sake of punishment. This is not effective and is extremely harmful to your partner’s mental and/or physical well-being.

NEVER punish out of anger. Anger is never a healthy motivation for punishment. Punishments are meant for the submissive’s benefit, at the core. If the submissive’s behaviour has made the Dominant angry, they should have a cooling-off period where they can calm down, think about an appropriate punishment, and resolve the matter at a later time, after healthy discussion about what happened.

Limits are NOT to be used as punishments. Many people have activities they don’t particularly enjoy that aren’t on their limits list. Some people have specific ideas for punishments that suit them best. However, regardless of you or your partner’s experience with punishments, it needs to be understood that hard limits are not punishments. Hard limits are never to be used for punishment’s sake because “hard limit” means “I do not want to do this under any circumstance.” Using a hard limit as a punishment would be an abusive act, as hard limits come with an automatic safeword attached, since they are specificly stated as things the person does not feel comfortable with. Never, ever, threaten or use hard limits to punish a submissive.

Use healthy discretion. This one should seem obvious, but don’t follow through with punishments if rule-breaking was out of the submissive’s control. Say the submissive has a 11PM bedtime, but they recently suffered a trauma or loss and can’t sleep. Let them engage in healthy coping skills instead of punishing them for something they aren’t doing on purpose. Above all else, make safety and well-being a priority.

Make the punishment fit the crime. Punishments that are relative to the defiance are much more effective at changing the behaviour than random punishments. For example, if the submissive cums without permission, try a punishment from the “orgasm control” section. This will better reinforce the reasoning in the submissive and more effectively guide them to make better choices in the future. There are also punishments that work best for specific dynamics like for littles or pets, so be sure to read into those, below.

Aftercare is absolutely required. Like any kind of play, aftercare is required at the end of the scene. This is especially important during punishments because often times, the submissive is consumed with feelings of guilt and disappointment. After a punishment, Dominants need to give their submissives aftercare that includes a conversation about why they were punished, how proud the Dominant is for them taking the punishment so well, and that there are no negative feelings between them. The submissive should leave the punishment scene feeling forgiven for their mistakes and proud of themselves for making things right with their Dominant. Do not leave your submissive alone after a punishment without aftercare, ever! This is highly abusive and can seriously harm your partner.

Humiliation

A great way to get a submissive to stay in line is to humiliate them when they’ve done something wrong. There are several ways to go about this, depending on your dynamic and kinks, but it’s an effective and amusing way to get the message across.

Clothing Restriction

Clothing restriction can be done both domestically and in public. Restriction can be as much as not allowing any clothing (in legal or private settings), ordering a certain amount of skin be showing, or choosing a specific outfit or collar for the submissive. For shy submissives, clothing restriction can be intense. This is an especially good punishment for submissives who have said negative comments about their bodies.

Diapering

For ABDL or little submissives, this can either be a reward or a punishment. Depending on the comfort level with diapers, they can be used as a punishment that ties into humiliation. Making them relieve themselves in only the diaper for a set amount of time or wearing it around the house as their only clothing can be very humiliating for some people.

Sissification

Sissification is a kink that is most common in submissive men. It’s the act of dolling a man up like a girl and humiliating him based on his presentation as such. This can be very effective for some people but can be very problematic to others. Be careful not to use this kink as punishment with trans or gender non-conforming subs without their explicit consent, as it can very easily trigger dysphoria and cause severe emotional problems.

Public Humiliation

Public humiliation can be done in any subtle way that embarrasses a submissive without breaking any obvious laws. Some examples include making them wear an anal plug or remote-controlled vibrator to dinner, public leashing, or making them kneel at social gatherings. Work this idea into the submissive’s specific kinks and limits to be sure it’s just enough to embarrass them, without making them unbearably uncomfortable.

Orgasm Control

Orgasm control is simply that–controlling the submissive’s orgasms. Most of these types of punishments are used for submissives who break rules about orgasms, be it without permission or when they were told not to touch themselves. Controlling orgasms is an amusing way to teach the submissive who their orgasms belong to.

Edging

Edging is the act of getting your partner right to the edge of orgasm, then denying them release. This can be done multiple times, even in short amounts of time. It’s a little psychological torture, best for those who cum without permission.

Toy Restriction

For a submissive, like myself, who is accustomed to using toys during masturbation or play, toy restriction is a very effective punishment. This is especially good for submissives who have a difficult time reaching orgasm without toys, as it makes things very frustrating very quickly. An evil punishment may even combine toy restrictions with a quota of orgasms for the day that they must reach in order to get off restriction. Desperation will sink in very quickly and this lesson will be easily learned.

Forced Orgasms

Forced orgasm is another great punishment for submissives who cum without permission. It turns a great sensation into a torturous experience very quickly. This is especially great with toys like the Hitachi or a Sybian. Focus on a goal–either for number of orgasms, or a specific amount of time. An hour spent riding a Hitachi can really be the most agonizing thing for some people due to heightened sensitivity after each orgasm.

Denial

Denial is the complete opposite of forced orgasms. It’s like edging, but there is no orgasm at the end of the scene. This can be doing while using toys and not allowing the person to orgasm or it can be done by restriction orgasms or even touching oneself for a longer period of time.

Chastity

Chastity, much like denial, is the refusal of orgasms. However, with chastity, the submissive is completely unable to touch themselves, even if they wanted to. Devices for people with penises and vaginas are available to purchase online to assure your submissive is following orders properly.

Domestic Discipline

Domestic discipline includes things that can be done within the home. Some of these include behaviour modifications or restrictions. While some of these can be done outside the home, these are good examples of things for couples who live together can do for punishments.

Chores

Chores not only benefit the entire household, but they can also be an effective punishment for unruly subs. Added chores can be especially fun if you make her clean the bathroom with a toothbrush or make him do dishes with nipple clamps on. Combine with other punishments for your amusement!

Furniture Restriction

Especially fun for people into pet-play, furniture restriction involves limiting where the submissive can sit or lie down. Require that they sit on the ground instead of the couches or sleep on the floor next to the bed if they’ve been defiant.

Caging

Another good one for pets, especially. Caging can be used to make the submissive reflect on their reasons for being punished. Be sure to use a cage small enough to confine them, but still large enough so they aren’t going to hurt themselves by spending too much time in the cage.

Bedtime

A great one for littles! Bedtimes are good for college students who don’t do their homework, or easily distracted adults with work to do. Set up rules that require all obligations get done and enforce an early bedtime to be sure they are well-rested (and easily frustrated) when they don’t follow these rules.

Time-Out

Another punishment for reflection. Time-outs are good for brats and littles because it makes them analyze what they did wrong. Put them in a corner or a special “time-out chair” so they know they are being punished. Increase the time or add in other punishments if they break rules more than once.

Sensory Deprivation

Sensory deprivation is a lot like time-out, but can be used for added psychological torment. Plug the submissive’s ears or use headphones, blindfold them, bind them to a bed or chair, and completely ignore them for a set about of time. This desensitizes them and not only makes them reflect on their reasons for punishment, but makes it very uncomfortable, assuring they won’t want to end up in isolation again.

Objectification

Objectification is fun for Dominants who like their submissives in service to them during punishment. Make them kneel and become your footstool or coffee table while you watch TV or catch up on work. This is even better when you make them do it completely naked and/or in front of guests.

Dietary Restriction

If a submissive has done something against the rules, you can make them follow a strict diet. This is especially useful for those using behaviour modification to lose or gain weight. However, be careful to ensure the submissive is still getting enough nutrition. For littles, see how much they want to be a brat after you take away their dessert privilege. For pets, try making them eat out of a bowl on the floor for each meal.

Speech Restriction

For disrespectful submissives, punish them by taking away their right to a personal pronoun, making them refer to themselves as “this girl,” “Your slut,” “Master’s puppy boy,” or anything else you want to use. You can also make it a rule that they must refer to you by your Dominant title at all times, even in public. Having to remember their restrictions on speech will keep them thinking about their punishment all day.

Corporal Punishment

Corporal punishment is enforcement by physical contact. These types of punishments involve pain, which is a tricky subject for punishing. Typically, pain punishments don’t work as well to change behaviour, especially if the submissive is also a masochist. Be sure to carefully choose what kind of pain if you’re going with one of these methods.

Impact

If your submissive likes thuddy pain, use stingy pain. If they like stingy pain, use thuddy. Push their limits carefully, but make it clear this is a punishment and not for fun. Have them apologize as you strike them. Tell them why they are being punished and make it clear that they are to be good and learn from their mistakes.

Rice Kneeling

Kneeling on uncooked rice is an age-old technique that leaves painful marks. Be careful with time, as this can scar if done for long periods of time or used constantly. Be present during this to be sure the submissive can take it and listen carefully for safewords. Use this as a time out or have them recite an apology to you as you do this.

Figging

Figging is done by carving a plug out of ginger and inserting into the anus. This causes a stinging pain that ranges in intensity depending on the person. Frozen ginger is a milder form of this punishment.

Writing Assignments

Writing assignments are usually meant to bore a submissive into obedience. Whether it’s writing lines or a random homework assignment, the punishment focuses on making it undesirable for the submissive to misbehave.

Lines

Writing lines is effective if you use it reflectively. For example, for a submissive who is disrespectful, you can have him write, “I will always be polite around my Sir,” a hundred times. For a submissive who cums without permission, you can order, “I will ask permission from Mistress before I cum,” until they fill up five pages. What’s even more fun is making them be stuffed with a toy or on their knees with nipple clamps on while they write.

Apology Letter

An apology letter is a simple task meant to make the submissive think about what they have done, analyze why it was wrong, and have them apologize formally by writing it down. Have them read their letter to you our loud or crumple it up and put in their their underwear for that added perk of remembering all day that they were punished.

Essay

An essay is a good assignment for submissives who don’t seem to understand their rules. Make them come up with reasons as to why these rules are in place and write a formal essay about the reasoning and purpose of these rules. Making them analyze the fact that this is for their benefit will remind them that rules are not just there to be mean, but to guide them to healthier behaviour.

Homework

Especially fun for people with school girl or teacher fantasies, assign a random homework assignment. Ever wonder about a certain subject but never have time to actually research it? Assign a paper to your submissive about a subject of your choosing and have them report back to you–because knowledge is power! Grade their paper and reward/punish again as necessary for the quality of their work.

It’s important to remember that reinforcements are also important in addition to punishments. When your submissive follows directions, reward them. Give them a treat or praise them and thank them for being so good. If you mix positive reinforcement with punishments when necessary, they’re sure to be trained in no time!

xx SF

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mstr12-slv13 · 5 months

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Becoming a pony girl

(all events are fictional, this is just a fantasy, any coincidences are accidental. All interactions between people should occur only with mutual consent. And they must adhere to the principles of safety, conscientiousness and consent. The images is used only for illustration purposes, you can contact me if you have rights on them and you would like to remove them or add credits. All characters here are over 21 years old)

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Later, Alice will remember the moment. For her, the moment was like a second birth. But then she didn’t realize it.

The collar was secured on her neck. “Click!”, the lock clicked and Lady Elena, Alice’s new owner petted her head. “Good girl”, Lady Elena said with a calm and quiet voice. Alice’s knees were trembling.

“What will you make me do?”, Alice asked suddenly. And at the moment she realised how silly her question sounded. She already signed the contract, she already dropped on her knees and rejected her ticket to freedom. Lady Elena didn’t even show her surprise.

“You will be my best pet. Cute and obedient.”, she smiled kindly. “And very strong.” “But I am not sure I can…”, Alice worried. “Don’t be afraid”, Lady Elena assured her. She walked to the wall where the bridles hung. And took off one of them.

“You will follow rules”, she continued “and you will be obedient ponygirl”. While talking, she did something with bridles, but Alice couldn’t see what exactly. “But I’ve never done anything like this”, held out Alice.

For some reason, only now she began to realize what kind of story she got into, and therefore tried to distract Lady Elena, to delay the moment when the inevitable would happen. A door creak was heard behind, and Alice jumped off her knees as the earth turned to lava. She didn’t want to show that she was standing in such a humiliating position. Then she remembered that she was naked, and was even more embarrassed. A girl entered the barn, Alice had not seen her before. Unlike the maid, she was not naked. She wore a comfortable jacket, pants that fit tightly to the body. She wore leather boots on her feet. It wasn’t particularly hot that afternoon, but Alice was still surprised that this girl was dressed like that.

“She is ready”, the Lady Elena turned to the girl. “Good”, said the girl. She clearly was not one of the Lady’s maids.

“Who is she”? Alice asked defiantly. She was scared. The newly arrived girl inspired her with genuine fear. There was strength in her. Not the same as Lady Elena’s - she had kind and rather wise strength, this girl radiated something more aggressive. Lady Elena walked towards Alice, with some piece of clothes that Alice didn’t recognize. Some kind of bondage?

Her instinct was too strong - she started backing away but unexpectedly ran into something. Into someone. The girl with heavy boots (how did she move so fast and soundless?) grabbed her by both hands, twisted them, and forced Alice to sink to the ground. Alice cried out in sudden pain, but her face rested on the floor, and several straws fell into her mouth. The unknown girl piled on top of her, pressing with one of her boots. Alice tried, but couldn’t resist. Through her fuss, she heard that Lady Elena approached her and in the next moment the girl made her arch her arms back even more. The girl grabbed her grip, lifted Alice, and clamped Alice’s head between her legs while holding her hands behind Alice’s back.

Alice’s hands were brought together, and Alice felt Lady Elena begin to pull something large and leather over her hands. In seconds, her arms were fused into something tight. Few more minutes, and it was fully secured. The armbinder - and it was it - held Alice’s hands snugly. It allowed the girl to loosen her grip slightly. Alice whined softly, but every time she turned up the volume, the unfamiliar girl began to press on her harder and it hurt so much, that Alice was seeing the stars.

“Here we go”, Lady Elena said with satisfaction and walked back to the wall.

She returned with the bridles in her hand and she sank to Alice’s head level.

“You see, the first rule is the simple rule”, she said grinning.

“Ponygirls don’t talk”.

Alice instantly knew what was about to happen and tried to clench her teeth and lips as tightly as possible. But the girl on top of her still was there and pressed hard on her. In pain, Alice sighed sharply and opened her mouth for a second. It was enough for Lady Elena to have time to insert the bit between Alice’s teeth. But it was not just a bit - the tongue port was attached to it, and it pushed her tongue down in the mouth. She tried to resist the bit with her tongue, but it was not possible. The worst thing was that when she tried to push the port with her tongue, the port started to touch her throat, and she felt light gag reflex.

She tried to shake her head to prevent Lady Elena from fixing the bridles, but the girl just squeezed her legs, and Alice calmed down, realizing the futility of her attempts. After securing the bridles, Lady Elena smiled and touched Alice’s cheek.

“You will get used to it”, Lady Elena said calmly, and this calmness passed on to Alice. Alice tried to say something, but she could not make any sound, even remotely similar to human speech. With her tongue pushed down in her mouth, it was hard to swallow and she started drooling, and it made the situation even more embarrassing. Lady Elena smiled again.

The girl, who was still holding Alice with her hips, grabbed her from behind by the collar and loosened her grip with her legs. A second later, she stepped over it, continuing to hold the collar. Alice tried to flinch, but the girl tugged hard on the collar, and Alice lost her breath. Leading her by the collar, the girl took her to a corner where there was a frame, similar to the one that Alice saw in the cowbarn. She fixated Alice’s body in the frame. As a result, Alice found herself in position on the knees with her legs attached to the frame. Her torso was attached to the struts and it made it impossible for her to move. Her head was firmly gripped by something like a vice. Lady Elena and the girl appeared in Alice’s field of vision.

“Now with pleasure, I would like to introduce to you your new bereiter, your trainer - Sarah”, with the words, the girl bowed her head a little bit and giggled.

“Sarah is our neighbour, and she is very experienced horse trainer”, continued Lady Elena. “So you are in right hands”. “But I digress. We need to finish your transformation.”

And at that moment, Alice realized that she had surrendered. She couldn’t do anything, she couldn’t move an inch. She just realised that it is her reality now. The inability to speak, to move at will, to be naked - all this was her new normal. But she couldn’t imagine where the transformation will lead her. Sarah started her job - the transformation was not completed yet.

At first, she gathered Alice’s hair and tied it tightly in a ponytail.

Secondly, she continued to work on Alice’s torso. Alice couldn’t see what happens, she felt light touches, she felt something was put on her. Some ropes, reins, harness - all of this flashed in Sarah’s hands, and after it was attached and secured on Alice’s torso. At the moment she felt that armbinder and the harness on her body become connected - it fixed her in a position with her chest bulging forward and her shoulders slightly back.

Apparently, the armbinder was comfortable - it was tight, but not too much, and her arms were not pinched too much, they kept normal blood circulation. But they were useless, of course. Something touched her chin and her neck - some other bondage and it was secured here. Something went through her crotch to her back.

Alice understood that she will never be freed without help. When everything with her torso and head was done, Sarah switched to her legs. Alice felt that something slipped on her legs, her first thought was leather boots, but then she realised that her ankles and foot is fixed in an unnatural position. But as her legs were hanging out in the air, she didn’t felt any discomfort for the moment.

After her legs, Sarah returned to Alice’s face. Alice could imagine that her face looked very stupid - she still had problems with swallowing, she was drooling, her tongue was pushed down and she bet that there was a saliva’s puddle under her. Sarah suddenly pressed cotton wool to Alice’s nose. Alice smelled a pungent smell - cotton wool was soaked in some kind of strong disinfectant. Eyes started to water and she felt that Sarah diligently wiped the bottom of her nasal septum. Alice didn’t understand why would Sarah do that.

Sarah walked away, and a few seconds later returned, holding something shiny and sharp. In a second Alice realised what it is and tried to get out of her pose, started yelling and howling.

Well, she tried. She was too well fixed, and the bit drowned out all her sounds. At the moment, when the needle pierced her septum, she literally started to see stars, it hurt her so much. Tears ran down her cheeks. The pain was throbbing, Alice would moan, but the bit prevented it.

“Easy girl, easy”, Sarah whispered, she was focused on her job.

Another flash of pain and Sarah moved away again. Through the pain, Alice felt something on her upper lip, something cold, metallic. The ring. This moment turned everything upside down. Alice was enslaved and completely dehumanized. Her old life vanished, her new reality came true. Her dreams come true. “You have a high pain threshold”, praised her Sarah. “You didn’t even make a peep”, she smiled and gently stroked Alice’s head.

“You are lucky you already have nipple piercing”, Sarah noticed. She walked away and returned with two tinkling bells. She hung one for each nipple. “One more thing…”, Sarah put something over Alice’s eyes, and Alice plunged into almost total darkness. Not complete, she could look down - with her eyes, not her head, and see about the next meter.

“Yeah, I think you are ready.” Alice’s mind was foggy. The piercing broke her, she could not think straight. Sarah detached Alice from the frame. Sarah kept the reins in her hands and helped Alice to stand up on her feet. Well… When her feet touched the ground, Alice detachedly noticed something wrong. Her feet were in an unnatural position and she would have fallen instantly if she had not been supported by Sarah. Alice had to lean forward slightly to keep her balance. But her armbinder made her push her chest out. Her feet were almost upright. She jerked with one leg, almost lost her balance again, jerked with the other… “Click-clack”, clicked Alice’s hooves and loud metal sound cut the air. Yes, she stood on the floor with her hooves.

“Easy, easy”, repeated Sarah. She stood to the left, the reins from Alice’s bridle stretched to her arms.

Alice couldn’t see Sarah’s face, she only saw the lower part of her body and the floor. Sara pulled on the reins a little and slowly pulled Alice forward. Alice took her first step…

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