Dark-Eyed Soul pt 2

I made this profile about a month ago when I thought I'd been deleted... Remarkably, I was able to use Patriarchal-Control again a few days later.

This afternoon, I tried logging in to find the account had been completely deleted.

Leave your confidence, your self-esteem, pride and ego at the door with your clothing. I have no use for any of them.

Anything short of complete obedience, submission and humility will be trained out of you.

I don't need or want a strong, capable woman. That is why you came to Me in the first place is it not? To have the weight of the world around you lifted from your shoulders and your tiny brain?

Ego, self-worth, dignity, arrogance and pride are among the qualities that make every woman unattractive.

They will be stripped of you over time, and you will come to know the kind of peace that can only come with serving a Superior Man.

The sooner you accept and embrace your place, the easier your training will go.

I will train you to see your new life as normally as you saw your old one. That nudity is natural and should be maintained... That every humiliating task I give you now is helping to shape you into something better.... that degrading yourself for My pleasure should make your cunt wet and needy... that craving a Man's cock is completely normal for any female.

I will teach you that your brain pales in comparison to the usefulness of your holes and tits. I will teach you how a true submissive is supposed to behave, not only around Me, but all Men.

I will teach you proper etiquette in and outside of My home so you don't embarrass or disrespect Me in front of others.

I will teach you how to sit, how to stand and how to behave as you should.

you will be taught that My pleasure comes before yours. you will be taught that I always cum first.

you'll be shown how to suck My cock to My satisfaction. you will be taught that masturbating for My pleasure is natural.

you'll be shown how to crawl on a leash, to spread your legs and to show off your body on command no matter where you are.

Rights

While there is no legal way to sign over a person's rights, legal or otherwise, to another, I'm curious how many females would contemplate it if it were possible.

Imagine signing over all rights.... freedom, independence, free thought, opinions and even the ability to say no to the one you signed your life over to...

Could you live as an object or a pet, completely owned with no say in your life going forward?

Truly think about that for a few minutes in silence. Try to comprehend what your life would be like as little more than property to another to do with as they pleased.

Could you?

you're a professional woman visiting a Man's house on business. you knock on the door and, seconds later, you are shocked to be greeted by Him naked with a naked young woman crawling next to Him.

you stammer, trying to adjust to the sight before you. His large hard cock dripping with cum is impossible to miss as is the adoring young female staring up at you.

you state your business and He invites you in but only under one condition. He has a strict no clothing policy for females inside His home. He says he'll give you 10 minutes inside to discuss business. After that however, you are either to leave or strip like the female at His feet.

The female I seek could be described as broken, damaged and traumatized... as broken perhaps as I am. she knows what she wants but doubt it exists anywhere in the world. she needs to get lost and disappear from the vanilla world completely to live the life she wants and needs... to disappear into the life of a Dominant Man completely. her trauma has ruined her for the vanilla world and any normal relationship for a long time. Normal sex has no appeal and she can only feel useful when she is humiliated, degraded and objectified. she hides this from the world and her friends but desperately needs a Man who understands her and will help train and lead her into a deeper and more fulfilling life.

By now, she is desperate and lonely. her life as it is is hollow and empty. she knows she needs to serve and finally be her true self. It feels however like she is the only one of her kind.

she is not.

I exist as well.... Searching for that one female to guide, train and control. you need not hide yourself from Me for I will treasure the female you are underneath it all. Don't continue to hide.

To Me, female subservience should be taught from a young age by the parents. The female should be taught the basics of how to please a Man, first domestically and then sexually. Manners and the correct behavior for a slave should be ingrained into the female. No education outside of home school should be taught in order to keep the female out of the professional world.

I believe slavery should be for life. The slave has no say in how long it serves one Owner, only that its place is to serve indefinitely.

In this life and through this type of training, the slave would never know much of the world around it. it would own no property, have no freedom and never know the type of distraction and uncertainty free will can bring.

Instead, it will know the joy of pleasing its Owner in any and every way He tells it. it grows accustomed to His needs and lives to obey without question.

it owed Him its life. By taking control of it and its old life, He'd accomplished more in a year than it ever could have in a lifetime. He chose its friends, made all of its decisions and never allowed it to think on its own. In doing so, He'd cleared its mind of everything but Him and His pleasure.

Without its cell phone, there were no more calls to take, no more distractions and no more technology to understand.

Without its car, it no longer needed to worry about getting gas or taking it to the garage to be repaired.

Without its credit cards and bank accounts, it no longer had to worry about budgeting its money and paying its own bills. it had always been terrible at math in general.

Without its clothing, it never had to worry about choosing what outfit to wear for Him. He preferred it nude anyway for obvious reasons.

Without a home of its own, it no longer had to worry about cleaning its and His homes which made life even simpler.

By now, as a result of the missing things in its life it often tried to remember the little things like keeping a checkbook or remembering how to drive. it often wondered how much technology had changed or if it would even be able to navigate a cell phone on its own.

Perhaps I'm Old School....

I don't believe you put a collar around a female's neck until it is significantly broken and remade better than it once was. A collar should be a sign of ownership, not merely kink or play. A collar should be a sub or slave's ultimate goal from the right Man and, once it's achieved that goal, it should do whatever it takes to keep it around its neck for as long as He allows. I am one who believes that a collar and a wedding ring mean the same thing, just to different worlds. Only the most special females wear a ring AND a collar, signifying that it owned in every conceivable way.

This isn't a game....it's not something you deserve. A collar is something you, as a female have to earn and be worthy of. Some of you will never be worthy. It's not a status symbol, a fashion statement or a play collar that you show off to friends.

It is designed to mean something.

Do not disappoint or disrespect the Man who one day will lock one around your neck by making light of it.

Those of you who've sat rubbing yourselves to My writings know the kind of female I need. you know My motivations and desires. I need to humiliate and degrade….lowering dignity, self esteem and pride until there is nothing left of the vanilla woman you used to be…. What you might not know is that you're going to help… aiding in your own destruction. Long distances are very difficult to maintain chemistry or cohesion in a relationship so you're going to do everything in your power to keep this exciting…. with My help of course. I want you to keep a daily journal. In it, I want you to write down the specifics in detail of each time you humiliate yourself for Me.

Role Reversal - Revised -

Pt 1 The Characters

To say that Camilla Roth was a bitch was an understatement. She had very few friends save for her assistant Rachel, who she often even treated like an imbecile. Since inheriting her father’s successful business at 25, she’d gone from wholesome and pleasant to a tyrant who seemingly enjoyed making her employees’ lives a living hell.

This morning, all was normal in the office. Dressed always conservatively, Camilla wore her typical pants suit and matching handbag. She always looked sophisticated as she believed that entitled her to everyone’s respect.

Good morning Miss Roth

Good morning Rachel.

Your morning cappuccino is waiting on your desk and your events have all been planned for the day.

Very good Rachel. Are the documents for the Davis acquisition waiting as well?

W….what Miss Roth? I…I thought that was next week.

As usual then Rachel you are mistaken. I’ll need them prepared by the end of the day.

Yes Miss Roth. I’m sorry.

What the apologetic young brunette didn’t realized was that the acquisition was the following Monday. Camilla often either played horrible practical jokes on her young assistant for her own amusement or simply would forget appointments or meetings and blame it on Rachel.

Miss Roth?

Yes Rachel?

Should I pencil you in for the office Christmas Party tomorrow night? Everyone has contributed and we’ve even booked a hypnotist.

As usual Rachel, No. I have too much other things to do to attend a boring party.

In actuality, Camilla had made no plans and simply didn’t want to be around who she often referred to as the grunts.

I…if I may Miss Roth, it might do you some good to socialize with the employees. Morale is down 48% from last year and still decreasing and profits are declining as well.

I’ll think about it for now. I’ll be out of the office most of the day today but you will need to stay until the documents I need are finished. Understood?

Y…yes Miss Roth.

As she did on most days Camilla Roth enjoyed her free time. “Out of the office” usually meant a spa visit or some other variant of pampering. Still, as the masseuse finished her massage hours later, the words her assistant spoke to her still resonated in her mind. Productivity and morale were down. If that continued, her company would cease to be the standard it was in her father’s care….. and more importantly, money would eventually dry up. As she climbed off the table, Camilla now called her assistant to confirm her appearance the next night at the party.

The next morning, as if by merely rsvp’ing for the party, the company spirits seemed to be better. Instead of the usual cringes and wayward nervous looks, Camilla was greeted with smiling faces which almost unnerved her.

Good morning Miss Roth.

Good morning Rachel.

Your cappuccino is on your desk with the paperwork for the Davis Acquisition as you requested.

Thank you Rachel.

Rachel had been truly the reason Camilla was so successful. Without her the office would be a shambles and nothing would get accomplished. Camilla knew that but never gave Rachel the credit she deserved, thinking it would only go to her head.

Shall I confirm your appearance tonight Miss Roth? It will nice for the employees to see you there.

Yes Rachel.

There is no dress code tonight Miss Roth although I doubt you’ll surprise us with something casual. You always dress so elegant.

Thank you Rachel. What will you be wearing?

Not that she cared…… As her assistant answered her question, Camilla now toned her out once more, a tactic Rachel had learned to spot long ago.

As the day wore on, the two women barely spoke as usual. Camilla tolerated people and those around her knew it…. The fake condescending smiles no longer fooled anyone.

Another few hours later and another agonizing day had finally passed. The two exchanged the address and time for the party and went each others’ separate ways.

Once home, Camilla did as she always did. Showered while her young maid, Rosa fixed her a healthy meal and then let herself out for the evening. As she dried off, Camilla gazed down at the blonde triangle of hair above her vagina. She’d contemplated shaving it often but never thought it was dignified or woman like. It would more or less scream slut. Deciding on something less formal for the party, Camilla chose a faded pair of jeans she rarely wore and a button down top that she thought might liken her more to her employees. Rounding out the ensemble were a matching pink pair of bra and panties, sensible earrings, a necklace and a pair of black leather boots.

Looking at the clock as the time neared closer and closer to leave, she contemplated cancelling but decided against it. After all, what could attending one party possibly hurt.

Pt. 2. A Night to Forget

Camilla arrived fashionably late, thinking she would most likely be the guest of honor. She was not wrong. Upon entering the club they’d all booked for the night, she was first noticed by Rachel. Wearing a short black dress and heels, she definitely cleaned up well…almost to the point Camilla didn’t recognize her.

Glad you could come Miss Roth. Everyone!!!! She’s here!

The warm greeting from most everyone almost made her smile.

Hello all. Glad to be here tonight.

Would you like anything from the bar Miss Roth? It’s been fully stocked.

Errr…..a rum and coke will be fine. Thank you Rachel.

You’re just in time for the hypnotist!

A few minutes later, the lights dimmed and she saw him for the first time…..

A handsome, bearded man in a tuxedo billed on the sign on stage as Drake slowly made his entrance.

Ladies and gentleman. My name is Drake. I’ve been brought here tonight to amaze and astound you…and I promise I’m worth every penny you paid for tonight’s lesson.

Camilla had always been skeptical of hypnotists, always assuming that the hypnotist and the “hypnotized” were somehow in it together to make a name for themselves.

For My first feat I’ll need a member of the audience to volunteer.

You should try it Miss Roth.

I don’t think so Rachel. They’re all fakes.

Hearing her words, the dark haired hypnotist looked directly at Camilla.

Did I hear you mock me young lady?

Yes you did “Drake.” I’ve never believed in hypnotism and I’m not about to start now.

Well then Miss……

Roth.

Miss Roth…..there is nothing to be afraid of then now is there?

With that the chants began…Miss Roth Miss Roth Miss Roth….

Whether it was because of them or the certainty that nothing could happen anyway, Camilla finished her drink and got up on stage, sitting in the chair facing the mysterious man in black.

Ladies and gentleman be prepared to get your money’s worth.

His gaze met hers for the first time.

Now then Camilla, let’s get started……….

Pt 3. The Morning After

Camilla’s eyes fluttered open slowly against the brightness of the sun filled room. Her head pounded as she groggily turned over. What had happened? Her whole body ached. The last thing she remembered was his gaze. His handsome face…those gorgeous blue eyes…. Wait…what was she thinking? She didn’t see anything gorgeous about him the night before. Possibly just the effects of the alcohol. Struggling, the young blonde tried to remember the rest of the night. How did she get home? It was now that she suddenly realized she was laying naked in her own bed. If that wasn’t enough, it was nearly 10:30 am.

She’d never overslept a day in her life.

Tossing the covers aside, Camilla quickly ran to the bathroom and got into the shower. What would people think? Quickly soaping her body, her mind returned to his stare….his eyes….the way he smelled….

For the first time in a long time, her cun…..vagina…..no….cunt….was soaked. Her nipples hardened as she pinched each one. Almost instinctively, her fingers slid into her cunt…..VAGINA…..CUNT and she began to finger herself rapidly….unable to think or stop masturbating until the first wave of her orgasm hit her. Moaning against the glass, her plans to stop after the first one were in vain as she continued, now trying to picture Drake naked in front of her….God she wanted to suck that cock…she needed that cock. The second orgasm rocked her now as her knees buckled, sinking to the floor of the shower.

"ONE MORE" in His voice echoed in her mind as she continued, spreading her legs to sit spread on the shower floor, her fingers continuing to plunge in and out of her aching little cunt….. yes…. cunt. Cunt did now sound better than vagina. For the first time ever, the horny naked blonde now slid her fingers from her cunt to her lips, tasting her juices until her fingers were licked clean.

Her mind finally clearing, the naked young blonde stood once more, the shock of what she’d just done hitting her like a brick. Not only had she never tasted her cunt juice before….she now found she loved the taste. As if on its own, her mind once more drifted to a foreign plane…..wondering if all cunts tasted this delicious… She wanted…needed to masturbate more….to cum again to taste herself over and over but…..NO….she had a job to get to!

Stepping out of the shower, Camilla not towed off. God even her nipples were sensitive… The slightest touch…from her fingers or even the towel made her want to play with herself. Trying desperately to think of something….ANYTHING besides her body or Drake, the horny young blonde began looking for clothes for the day ahead. This also brought up other questions….like where were the clothes she’d worn to the party. Neither her blouse, her jeans, her boots, her bra or her panties were anywhere to be found….. and how had she gotten home without them?

As her search continued for suitable clothes for the day ahead, Camilla now called the only person she could count on.

Hello?

Rachel? It’s me, Camilla.

Ohhhh Miss Roth….how are you feeling today?

I’m soooo horny…… I can’t stop playing with my cunt and all I can think about is Drake’s cock……. OH MY GOD! WHY DID I JUST TELL YOU THAT????

Ummmm…..I have no idea but it’s very inappropriate Miss Roth. What can I do for you this morning? You’ve never been late. I hope everything is ok.

It’s not Rachel….I have a huge blank spot from last night. How did I get home and where are my clothes from the party?

Well…..Miss Roth….I’m afraid things got …. interesting last night. I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen you that drunk…

What happened Rachel?

Well Miss Roth …… this is a bit embarrassing…but you got up on stage and started stripping for us….I think your clothes are still at the club.

OH MY GOD RACHEL!!!!

I will say though Miss Roth, Morale is definitely up today.

How did I get home naked?

You insisted on driving home Miss Roth. I followed you to make sure you made it safely and then put you to bed. You don’t remember any of this?

NO….I’m so embarrassed!!

You shouldn’t be embarrassed Miss Roth….can I call you cami?

Camilla always hated cami….it made her sound like a stripper.

Her mind recoiled at the thought of her assistant calling her such a disgusting name but her nipples and cunt now told a different story….

After all she did strip for the whole room last night……

Yes Rachel…cami is fine.

Thank you cami. You have such an amazing body. Once you were finally naked on stage, you were like a different person. you definitely seemed more comfortable. The Men in the office are still talking about your performance and that you definitely missed your calling as a stripper.

The thought of being lowered to a sexual object and called no better than a whore by her inferiors should have enraged cami but now, as her fingers once more slid into her soaking wet cunt, the only thing she could muster was…

Thank you.

Oh you’re very welcome cami. To be honest, most of us wondered last night while you were stripping, why you cover your body with so many clothes. A gorgeous set of tits and an ass like yours should be shown off, don’t you think?

The combination of Rachael’s words and the feeling of her fingers as they played with her soaking wet little cunt continuing to chip away at her resistance, cami now responded honestly….

I…..mmmmmmmmm…. I guess so.

Just something to think about today I guess cami…..

I…. ahhhhhhhhhhhh…. I will Rachael

Will you be joining us today at work cami?

I’m… oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh…. not sure Rachel….I’m playing with my cunt again and I can’t seem to stop. I’ll try to make it in in a bit.

Take all the time you need cami. Things will be fine here without you. I hope you’ll be back to normal soon.

Yes Rachael. I hope so.

It was odd but the overwhelming desire to play with her cunt was now subsiding….enough for cami to remove her fingers from her aching cunt for the first time in nearly two hours.

Her newfound love for the taste of her own cunt still ever present, the naked young blonde at least now had control of her body….at least to a degree.

Sliding her sticky fingers into her mouth, cami now began to wonder about her state as she hungrily licked them clean once more.

What had come over her and why did it suddenly stop? Those questions paled in comparison to the unnerving visions beginning to go through her mind as she imagined herself stripping of all things in front of all of her employees like a common whore.

Standing there naked, cami now tried to imagine herself on stage in front of them..... she’d have taken off her shirt first, then her boots and then her jeans…..dancing around in her bra and panties until the chants came from the audience to remove those as well. No doubt she’d have licked her own nipples seductively before reaching down to spread the lips of her cunt apart and finally turning to bend over to show them all her tight little asshole…….

Looking down at her naked body the horny young blonde watched as her fingers once more slid into her little cunt, fingering her clit until she once more was on the verge of orgasm.

This was crazy she thought…the more she thought of herself as a whore the hornier she became. her nipples hardened and her cunt gripped her fingers tightly as she came once more with a combination of a moan and a scream.

With all her strength now, the weakened naked blonde attempted to make the conscious decision to start her day. Now without even conscious of doing it, her cum soaked fingers once more darted into her open mouth as she sucked away while looking for something to wear.

The first outfit, a black pants suit with a conservative white button up blouse, seemed wrong even though she’d worn it many times before.

cami pictured it on herself and almost instantly the words Rachael said earlier echoed in her mind.

“A gorgeous set of tits and an ass like yours should be shown off, don’t you think?“

Would everything going forward be this hard? It was almost as if she now questioned every decision she’d made before.

Perhaps if she first started with something smaller…her bra and panties for the day.... her decisions would get easier as the morning progressed...

cami had accumulated a vast selection of lingerie over the years so she was sure it wouldn't be that difficult to find something.

As she opened the top drawer of her dresser however, Rachael’s words once more flooded her brain.

"Once you were finally naked on stage, you were like a different person. you definitely seemed more comfortable. The Men in the office are still talking about your performance and that you definitely missed your calling as a stripper." Did she mean stripper or whore?

Both words now echoed in her brain, followed by others she couldn't shut out any longer.... stripper, whore, cunt, slut, skank... until her cunt was sloppy and soaked once more.

Attempting to shake the feeling of being nothing but a nasty little slut, the naked young blonde now grabbed her favorite black bra and panties and put them on.

The sensation was almost immediate. Discomfort! her hard, sensitive nipples ground against the lace material of her bra and her panties felt constricting and tight….. and now also kept her fingers from freely sliding inside her cunt.

her mind swimming in a sea of contractions, cami now could only stand there using new rationale to determine her next step.

she imagined she'd now been called a whore and a slut by most if not all of her Male staff by now. The closest thing she had to a best friend said she not only looked more comfortable naked but also that her tits and ass should be shown off more. Then there was the intense unpleasantness of both her bra and panties…..Perhaps today, at least for now, she should try going without either to work. What could it hurt?

As predicted, once both were now shed, the newfound normalcy of her hard, uncovered nipples and wet cunt returned….but now what?

It had proven difficult to keep her fingers out of her cunt so her pants suit idea was not going to work. Perhaps one of her conservative dresses would hide the fact that she would be naked underneath….. but then she wouldn’t be showing off like she should…. If she was going to continue this way, she definitely was going to need different clothes.

One thing Rachael had been right about….she definitely was more comfortable naked now. In fact she actually found she wanted …. needed to be naked … but how drastically would that alone impact her life? Surely she couldn’t live this way. she obviously needed to dress for work. she had meetings to go to and a business to run.

Decisions like this were now somehow so confusing. she knew Rachael would know what to do.... she was always so smart and dependable....maybe smarter than she ever was.

The realization hit her hard but cami immediately found herself accepting it. Rachael would surely know what to do.

Dialing her office number once more frantically, cami felt more dependent on her assistant than ever before.

Hello?

Rachael?

cami?

Yes Rachael.... I need you to come over quickly. I feel like I'm losing my mind. Every decision is so hard and I can't even seem to decide what to wear. I'm so horny and I can't keep my fingers out of my aching little cunt.

Very well cami but this doesn't fall into My job requirements. I'm afraid I'll have to charge you extra for My help today and going forward if you need it.

Anything you need Rachael.... just hurry please. I don't know what to do.

Hanging up the phone, a Rachael grinned coyly. Drake's hypnosis had worked like a charm on the newly confused young blonde. It was time to accelerate her conditioning.

Pt 4 The Help

It had been nearly an hour since their phone conversation.... long enough that, by the time Rachael knocked on the door of the Roth estate, cami was even more of a mess.

Minutes before, the horny young blonde had already greeted and dismissed her shocked maid at the door naked with her fingers plunging in and out of her cunt. her own embarrassment and humiliation at the hands of her own maid had only made her hornier and more desperate.

By the time Rachael had arrived, cami opened the door to reveal the sweaty, naked slut she'd become. she smelled of her own cunt and had obviously squirted all over the floor to foyer waiting for her.

Pleading for help, she desperately tugged at Rachael's coat to pull her inside.

Let's get you back to normal cami.

Listen.

As if a switch once more flipped in her mind, the horny young blonde again retook control of herself.

W...what's happening to me Rachael? I feel like a whore.

Removing her coat, Rachael replied however with something very uncharacteristic in the time cami had known her.

Maybe you are a whore. Maybe finally letting your guard down helped you be what you've always meant to be. After all, when is the last time you had a cock in any of your holes?

How dare she! thought cami.

A year and a half.

Do you enjoy being fucked?

y...yes very much.

you need it don't you.

God yes Rachael!

I'm sure at this point you'd even beg your gardener to fuck you wouldn't you?

Theodore was older black man His 50's that her father had hired years ago. she'd never given Him a second glance but suddenly she felt herself wanting.... needing to see and be fucked by His big black cock.

y...yes Rachael I would. should I though?

Absolutely. I think you should even beg Him to cum in your ass.

cami had never been with a black Man much less any cock in her asshole and she’d never had to beg anyone to fuck her. Everything her assistant told her to do disgusted her to her core. There was no way she'd ever agree to any of it!

ok Rachael.... if you think so.

cami's home was secluded and out of the way from the city but she'd never been out of the house naked before, much less around her servants.....yet here she was running toward her gardener naked and soaked begging to be fucked.

P... please Theodore Sir.... would you please fuck Me in the ass?

Surprised and shocked but immediately smiling and hard, Theodore answered the naked blonde cunt's prayers and said yes.

As she tore open His pants to haul out His hard cock, cami felt sick to her stomach. her tits and her soaked little cunt were overriding her brain and her ability to control herself. As she began licking, sucking and adoring Theodore's cock, Rachael's words echoed in her tiny brain.

"Maybe you are a whore."

Forcing her lips further and further down onto His cock, the sex starved little whore gagged before turning around, bending over and spreading her ass cheeks.

Please Sir.... please fuck My ass and cum inside me.....

From the house window, Rachael watched as a Man cami would never so much as think about being naked around, let alone beg to fuck her shoved His cock deep into her tight little asshole.

Capturing everything on her phone....all the grunts and moans and finally Theodore's release into cami's asshole, the devious young brunette smiled once more.

Yelling from the window to thank Him for fucking her, Rachael added insult to injury as her naked young boss turned once more to thank Him before painfully making the walk back to the house with cum leaking from her asshole.

As she entered her home once more, cami's mind continued the unwinnable fight against her leaking cunt.

Every fiber of her being wanted to scream at her assistant for making her beg Theodore to fuck her but did she really need to? After all, she was a whore and that's what whores did, right.

How did that feel cami?

her brain screamed TERRIBLE but all that came out was...

AMAZING!

you took His cock like a good little whore though cami. I was impressed.

her mind screamed in defiance at Rachael for calling her a whore but that word triggered the intense need to slide her fingers inside her soaked little cunt once more.

ughhhhh thank you Rachael.

you're welcome whore. Do you think you're a good little whore cami?

With each time she heard whore, cami felt a new orgasm building. If she said it too, would she cum just from the word?

Yes Rachael, I'm a good little whorrrrrrrr......UHGGHGGHGGHGH!!!!

Knees buckling, the naked young cunt fell to the floor convulsing while her gardener's cum continued to ooze out of her gaping asshole.

Looking up at Rachael, the desperate young blonde pleaded and begged her for help.

Please Rachael, I can't stop...cccc...cummminggggg

Smiling down at her, Rachael now thought of a new way to humiliate her boss.

Perhaps you should call yourself cummy then from now on.

It makes perfect sense after all since you're no longer a LADY

With a jolt, her orgasm was over. The horniness, the lust and desperation were gone. For the first time in hours, cam.....cummy now felt in control again.

Yes Rachael. Of course. cummy does fit me better than cami or camilla ever did.

Of course you can't just adopt it as a nickname, especially not only for me. I and everyone who knows you would expect you to go all out like you do everything at work and change it legally.

ARE YOU INSANE? screamed her brain! No one would ever take her seriously again with a name like cummy Roth.

As if anticipating her thoughts, Rachael now seemed to anticipate her last thought....

Then again, cummy roth still sounds too professional for a naked little cunt that spent her whole morning masturbating and getting fucked by one of her servants... What about cummy froth?

No GOD please NO

Yes Rachael. I'll do it as soon as I can.

Well there is no time like the present cummy. We need to get you some new clothes anyway.... lets just make a day of it and kill two birds with one stone.

The thought of her new name being posted in the only major newspaper in the city sent chills down her spine. her brain screamed once again in defiance.... but her brain was no longer running the show. Rachael was.

Pt 5 A Dress for Success

cummy, be a good little whore and go up and get your birth certificate, your social security card and drivers license. We'll need them all at the courthouse for your name change.

Yes Rachael.

With that word, cummy's cunt began to drip once more. As her fingers slid inside her wet little slit, she tried to keep her composure enough to climb the stairs and focus on the task at hand.

Rachael was really going to make her change her name and thereby ruin her reputation and her family's legacy.

As she walked into the bedroom, she caught a glimps of herself in the mirror. Horrified, she was a mess. her blonde hair was matted and sweaty, her nipples were still so hard they ached and her inner thighs were a dripping wet mess made up of her own cunt juice and Theodore's thick cum.

Grabbing the documents needed to ruin her, cummy now slowly descended the stairs with her fingers still in her aching cunt.

Rachael.... I'm a mess. Shouldn't I shower before we leave?

And give the people at the courthouse and the shop I'm taking to the idea you're not just a dirty little whore?

Ughhhggnnnnnngg

No, you'll go like you are. I'll put a towel down on My seat though so the juice and the cum leaking from your nasty little fuck holes don't ruin My upholstery..

T...thank you Rachael.

For the first time, cummy found herself comparing the words referring to her asshole and cunt. Rachael had called them fuck holes and, for the first time that morning, there was no resistance from her brain whatsoever. Accepting the new addition to her vocabulary, cummy now decided Rachael was once more right.

M...my fuck holes are nasty today aren't they?

Yes cummy... but you'll get used to that over time. Now go grab your long coat from the hallway and we'll get going.

N...no clothes under it?

I am Toxic

To the rest of the world, I am toxic.

I am sexist, condescending, misogynistic and, at times, cruel. I believe that females.... ALL females... were meant to serve Man. I am a humiliator and a degrader. In a perfect world, females would be born without rights of any kind and there would be no point in their lives where they would have any say or input on which direction their lives would take. Home schooled to keep them out of any work force that would position them over Men, they would be taught obedience and manners first and foremost, followed by the importance of serving Men domestically and sexually. They would never have access to money or possessions, keeping them completely dependent, first on their Fathers and then to their Husbands. they would grow up and continue through life, never leading but always following the commands of their Owners. Lives of complete subservience to the Men that Owned them.

I do not and have not ever apologized for My opinions of females.

I want people to whisper around us when we're out in public.... wondering what the story is behind our relationship. I'll want them to talk to their friends when they get back home about what you're wearing. I want them to text their coworkers or take pictures of us in disbelief at the way you behave for Me despite the growing audience watching us.....

Are you being abused? Mentally or physically? Are you hiding bruises that keep you in line? Do you stay silent because I slap you when you speak? To you never let go of My hand because I beat you if you do? Why are you so strikingly different than the other women around you and how they behave with their own Men? So quiet and well mannered.... there has to be some reason why...

I'll want there to be no mistaking the fact that there is something very different about our dynamic and I do not care who notices or who wonders.

My World

The life and world I have to offer the right female will not be easy. In fact, I can promise you it will be much more difficult to adjust to and live in than the vanilla world you live in now.

you take your freedom for granted. you can do what you want, when you want and have no one to answer to. As much as you may fantasize that you want to lose your rights and your freedom, you are not at all prepared for that I assure you.

Many females also see this as merely a sexual fantasy world where kink and sex are all there is.

I demand more.

A connection. Complete servitude. Not only sexually or even domestically. Truly becoming one mind and body with Me. A need to surrender and serve Me with no exceptions or limitations. I'd need you to surrender everything you hold dear to Me in exchange for a new life.

There will be days where you are not feeling like a slave. There will be days when your cunt is too sore from use to want to be fucked or days when you won't feel like doing chores for the betterment of the household or My pleasure.

I can assure you, that would need to change in your mind.

I need a female that not only wants this life but needs it.... needs to have everything taken away for it to feel the peace and quiet in its head needed to give everything it has for My happiness.

In exchange, I offer a home in the country, a quiet setting, a purpose and a life free of the judgement, guilt and shame you fear from anyone you've ever tried to confide in about your needs. I offer you a life of dependence and service... one where you can finally be yourself and live as you should.

I will not stifle your needs or be anything but honest with you. I will however expect complete and utter subservience.

If this is any more than a sexual kink to you, you may respond to My offer. If, however you see this as fantasy, an online kink or merely a part time roleplay scenario, move on.

Privacy

Like everyone, you take your privacy for granted.... but what if you suddenly had no privacy. Imagine if you had eyes on you all the time.... when you use the bathroom, when you masturbated... when you did all the things no one knew anything about...

Now imagine every deed broadcasted for a fan base.... your fan base... controlled by Me...

Never able to see or know who is or has watched you play with your cunt or simply walk around naked in your home...

Never knowing who has masturbated to your image.

That privacy... your privacy.... like all of your other rights.... would be a thing of the past.

Imagine that guy on the street who smiles at you as you walk past or the older woman who looks at you like you're a delicious meal at the store...