Green London

You nodded slightly. Your mind was still stuck. Your thoughts felt so hazy. “Then stop thinking. Just follow my words, and do as you’re told.” They pointed downwards. “Kneel.” You sank to your knees, eagerly, quickly. They laughed at you, which made you blush.

“That’s it. Doesn’t it feel good to just follow along?” It did. Your mind felt so hazy, so foggy. “To be good, and blank, and obedient?” Their hand, still in your hair, nodded your head up and down. “Yeah, that’s it.” They released your hair, and pointed downwards again.

“Now, prostrate yourself before me.” You lowered yourself fully to the floor, arms stretched out before you, in a position of worship. Their laughter flooded your ears again, and it made you feel so good. So weak. “Such a good pet. Feel yourself sink deeper, the lower you go.”

Your brain felt completely blank. All you knew was that you wanted to obey. To be theirs. “And you can’t get up, not when I…” They placed their foot on your back, holding you down. “That’s it. You’re stuck down here. Beneath me, both mentally and physically.”

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'oh god, I'm your slut, yeah, please- fuck I'm your dirty whore'

His cock was right there!

He’d had her kneel right between his legs and had her get in as close as she could, and normally that meant she’d be taking him in her throat by now. But not today. Today, he’d said to look up at him, and not to look away.

It had been maybe two seconds before the throbbing, pounding rush of need inside her got almost too much to bear. She’d fidgeted, squirmed, and her eyes had darted down. That had made him tut, which had given her butterflies, and he’d put a finger under her chin to keep her head up.

“Focus,” he’d said, his eyes on hers.

At once her desperation mellowed. She still wanted to suck his cock, obviously - oh, how badly she wanted to - but the selfish need to go over what he’d told her drained away. This wasn’t about her, this wasn’t for her. She was focused. Focused on him. It got easier.

But it didn’t get easy.

He could tell she was trying though, and he smiled.

“Good girl,” he said. “I just want to watch your eyes empty. They’re so busy right now. Good girls don’t think, but sometimes they have a lot buzzing in their heads. We can stop that. You can be blank. Blank feels good.”

That pressed a button. Another happy, fluffy wave of quiet contentment washed through her, and some of that buzzing he’d talked about just winked away. She even sighed.

“Feels good…” she said, more like an exhale than actually speaking.

“There you go. Focus. Good girl. I can already see your eyes going quieter. That’s it. Don’t look away, just focus. You’re safe. Good girls don’t think.”

“Good… girls… don’t think…”

Repeating wasn’t a conscious choice. She didn’t have much consciousness left.

“So easy for me. Perfect. Thoughts just go. It’s like wiping dust from a screen. Swipe and gone. Don’t look away. Focus. Blank and empty. Good girl. Aww, look at you.”

Too many words to repeat. Just fluff in her head. She couldn’t look away. His eyes. Words.

Blank. Safe. Empty.

Focus.

He used his free hand to take his cock out and let it rest - hot, heavy, and hard - on her bottom lip. A tiny fraction of her brain worked enough to notice this but she didn’t whine. The whining had stopped. Needy, selfish. She wasn’t selfish. She was a good girl. She was his. She was for him. Instead she just opened her mouth, just enough, and kept her eyes on his.

“That took a lot less than I thought it would,” he said, grinning now. She just waited.

Removing the finger from under her chin he moved it up and gave her a tap right between the eyes. The contact sent a shiver through her and the tiniest of moans escaped.

“Focus on what’s in front of you,” he said, sitting back.

Her eyes swam down, going crosseyed a little. Cock.

Two, she thought. One she didn't recognise. The other she did.

Master.

"-just in here because this is where the cage lives."

Master's voice. Instantly she was up and on her knees, in position like she'd been trained. It was automatic, and she also knew it was what he wanted, so even if it hadn't been automatic she would have done it anyway.

When the door opened she was ready, and she smiled at her, which was everything.

Another man she didn't recognise was with him. Men mattered more, she knew, but Master mattered most, and he was right there, so it was him all her attention was on.

"Must have heard us coming," the other man said.

"She knows the sound I make when I walk," Master said, clearly proud. A big bubble of happiness built inside her. Master was proud of her! "She's coming along very well."

"No more talking back?" The other man asked.

"Heh, well. I couldn't get rid of that completely, but she's certainly much better behaved now. And at least now she isn't talking back with words. Pups don't have people words, do they?"

This last part was a question, and so she knew she was expected to answer. She yipped, frowning. She hadn't meant to do that, she'd meant to actually say something, but the words hadn't come. They couldn't. They hit something and came out like that. Something he'd put there. Knowing that made her whimper.

"Very cute. And being locked in the cage is part of that?"

"Oh, it's not locked."

"No?"

"No. Doesn't need to be. I put her in and shut it, she comes out when I let her. Why would I need to lock it?"

What he'd built in her head was much stronger than bars, anyway.

The other man had noticed and picked up something that had been hanging on the outside of the cage. He was squinting at it. When this didn't make it any clearer, he held it towards Master for an explanation. Master chuckled.

"Little hard to read. I had her write that. Pen between her teeth. It's meant to say 'I am a good girl I do what I am told and I make Master's cock cum lots' but, well, I mean..."

Master took the sign and turned it so she could see. Squiggles and smears.

"Pups don't have people words, do they?" He said again.

She felt so small when Master used that tone on her. She felt herself drip onto the bottom of the cage, making the wet patch that had already started between her legs just that little bit bigger. Her lip was wobbling. Master noticed.

"I think we should let her out," he said, taking the leash from where it was hanging. "Let her stretch her legs. And maybe show you a few of the other tricks I've got her to learn."

Master opened the cage and motioned for her and she bounded out, holding still for him to clip the leash to her collar, the only people word she could really hold onto just ringing over and over in her head:

His cock was right there!

He’d had her kneel right between his legs and had her get in as close as she could, and normally that meant she’d be taking him in her throat by now. But not today. Today, he’d said to look up at him, and not to look away.

It had been maybe two seconds before the throbbing, pounding rush of need inside her got almost too much to bear. She’d fidgeted, squirmed, and her eyes had darted down. That had made him tut, which had given her butterflies, and he’d put a finger under her chin to keep her head up.

“Focus,” he’d said, his eyes on hers.

At once her desperation mellowed. She still wanted to suck his cock, obviously - oh, how badly she wanted to - but the selfish need to go over what he’d told her drained away. This wasn’t about her, this wasn’t for her. She was focused. Focused on him. It got easier.

But it didn’t get easy.

He could tell she was trying though, and he smiled.

“Good girl,” he said. “I just want to watch your eyes empty. They’re so busy right now. Good girls don’t think, but sometimes they have a lot buzzing in their heads. We can stop that. You can be blank. Blank feels good.”

That pressed a button. Another happy, fluffy wave of quiet contentment washed through her, and some of that buzzing he’d talked about just winked away. She even sighed.

“Feels good…” she said, more like an exhale than actually speaking.

“There you go. Focus. Good girl. I can already see your eyes going quieter. That’s it. Don’t look away, just focus. You’re safe. Good girls don’t think.”

“Good… girls… don’t think…”

Repeating wasn’t a conscious choice. She didn’t have much consciousness left.

“So easy for me. Perfect. Thoughts just go. It’s like wiping dust from a screen. Swipe and gone. Don’t look away. Focus. Blank and empty. Good girl. Aww, look at you.”

Too many words to repeat. Just fluff in her head. She couldn’t look away. His eyes. Words.

Blank. Safe. Empty.

Focus.

He used his free hand to take his cock out and let it rest - hot, heavy, and hard - on her bottom lip. A tiny fraction of her brain worked enough to notice this but she didn’t whine. The whining had stopped. Needy, selfish. She wasn’t selfish. She was a good girl. She was his. She was for him. Instead she just opened her mouth, just enough, and kept her eyes on his.

“That took a lot less than I thought it would,” he said, grinning now. She just waited.

Removing the finger from under her chin he moved it up and gave her a tap right between the eyes. The contact sent a shiver through her and the tiniest of moans escaped.

“Focus on what’s in front of you,” he said, sitting back.

Her eyes swam down, going crosseyed a little. Cock.

The middle is where it’s most interesting. Right now. This version of you, the one reading this, who is visibly and measurably different from who you were a month ago and still has so far to go. You’re not so innocent anymore. You can’t claim that. You’ve read too much and thought about it too deeply. But you’re also not gone. You’re not blank. You’re not mindlessly drooling on anything. You’re right here, fully aware, watching yourself change in real time and choosing to keep reading anyway.

I want you to appreciate the tension of being mid-corruption. Still smart enough to see what’s happening. Still articulate enough to describe it. Still self-aware enough to be slightly alarmed by how wet you get when I tell you what you’re becoming. Do you understand how rare and beautiful that is? The you at the beginning couldn’t feel it because you didn’t know it was happening. The you at the end won’t feel it because you won’t remember how to care. You’re the only version of yourself who gets to experience this with full clarity.

Don’t try to to rush past it.

The mindless bliss will come. I promise. One day you’ll be bouncing on my cock with your eyes glazed and your tongue out and a head empty of everything except how good it feels to be full of me. That day is coming and it’s going to be everything you fantasize about. But today you’re something better. Today you’re someone who just caught yourself getting wet reading about your future and you felt a little scared and a little thrilled and kept going. Today you know exactly what I’m doing to you and you have every tool you need to stop it and you’re choosing this paragraph over your own self-preservation.

Slow down. Stop skipping to the ending. You’ll never be this version of yourself again. The one who still has the ability to resist and is choosing not to. The one who can feel the ground shifting under your feet and finds the vertigo erotic. You’re going to miss you when you’re gone. I’m going to miss you too honestly. The finished version will be fun and obedient and perfect and I’ll enjoy every second of it. But it won’t look at me the way you’re looking at me right now. It won’t feel this specific combination of fear and arousal and curiosity and surrender that you’re sitting in at this exact moment.

Then I'll take your friends, why would you need anyone but me darling?

Next I'll take your tastes, music, books, movies, I'll control them all, you'll watch, read, listen to, whatever I want and only what I want

Then your body, I'll control what goes in any of your holes at any time, I'll control when you eat and when you go to the bathroom, how you style your hair and make up and what you wear

Lastly I'll take your mind, your sense of self, because after all of that, all you will be is what I've made you, my ideas will become your thoughts