Seeking the Impossible

Everything you do will remind you of what you are... How you sit, how you stand, how you walk... what you wear, how you wear it and what you don't wear... what you say, if you say anything at all... How you interact with Men and other females...

Most of all, how you behave around Me.

I will have to break you and retrain you from scratch to erase all of the bullshit you've learned since you were a child.

bambi stared up at the newly hung panting above His mantle from its cage by the door. it remembered posing for it for the hours needed for the Artist to finish it. it remembered the uneasy feeling of being naked and exposed to a Stranger. it remembered its Owner's reassuring words telling it that it would need to get used to the feelings of inferiority, weakness and obedience, even in the presence of strangers like the Artist.

it knew what its Owner intended to do with it, but reality was just soaking in.

While not overly vulgar, the picture was graphic, showing every part of its body from the front... its face, tits and cunt while kneeling on the floor with its legs spread.

What the Artist didn't know was that it had kept the pose showing in the painting that whole afternoon with its Owner's cum in its mouth and with a plug in its ass.

Both things had kept its nipples hard and its cunt wet... both of which were now shown in great detail down to the hint of wetness on her smooth, pink cunt lips.

it remembered the feeling of its collar as it sat in front of Him that day... the heavy rings that hung from its nipples and cunt lips... the shackles on her wrists and ankles... the chains connecting each.

The light reflecting off of the silver collar, the rings, chains and shackles added a necessary flair to the painting.

Until the day of the sitting, it had not been naked in front of anyone else but Him since its collaring. The feeling of helplessness added to its feeling of inferiority as well as the growing wetness depicted so accurately up on the wall.

it had no doubt that the painting was in place to stay, no matter who came to visit...

Surely, there would be some who were startled by such a stark picture but it had no doubt of His resolve.

it also had no doubt that being naked in front of others in the future would eventually become normal.

The jolting picture of itself naked, ringed, collared, shackled and chained like an animal... a pet... an object... a slave... would remind it of its natural place from its cage while He was away.

It would envelope it like a warm blanket in His absence and eventually help it to understand and embrace its new destiny as the cunt of the house.

Humiliating the cunt wasn't enough for Him. He needed it to crave it just as much as He did.... to be so desperate for His approval that nothing was off limits.

This life has to be a higher calling for you

Not simply sexual. Not simply kink.

It has to be a duty, a purpose and a new beginning.... Freeing your mind, body and soul from a world you live in every day

Trading the shackles of your current lonely existence for literal ones under a Man's rule.

you may have an inkling of what that will be like, but fear always keeps you from committing.

Only once you do so, will you know the joy of submission, subjugation, obedience and loyalty to the Man who will one day release you from the responsibilities of being strong, capable and independent.

The Order

mandi picked out the outfit, the 6" black heels and even the earrings and pressed the order button.

It wasn't what she wanted... It's not the outfit she would ever have picked for herself...

she chose it because it would make Him happy.

Once, a consummate professional in all areas of her life, she had met Him online and slowly had dropped down a rabbit hole of desperation, objectification, disgusting urges and an overwhelming need to be humiliated by her own undoing.

her tits had come first.

Once a B cup that fit more with her small frame, she was swayed by His dominance and the Patriarchal ideals he had.

Within the first few months, her tits had grown to 3 times their size and she found that the Men around her who once had valued her for her insight and intelligence now focused on her tits before anything else.

she found, through His training and guidance, that she enjoyed feeling small around Men in general and that her cunt often leaked through her panties whenever she was objectified or sexualized.

mandi's panties disappeared next.

Without them, there was nothing to stop her cunt from drooling down her inner thighs and letting anyone who got close enough to smell her arousal how horny she actually was.

Once her tits healed fully, her bras disappeared as well. He enjoyed seeing how hard her nipples were against the clothes she wore. There would be no hiding her body from anyone going forward.

Now, nearly a month later, the package arrived. While her disgusting desire to be humiliated pulsated through her brain now nearly non-stop, she had never dressed like this in public.

Quickly texting Him, she told Him of the delivery and waited for His response.

Seconds later, the response made her gasp but His order was clear...

Showering before coming out and putting on the tiny, revealing outfit that exposed every part of her, mandi gazed at herself in the mirror.

her nipples were already hard and spiked out against the top that clearly showed off her best asset.

So low cut that it only barely covered the areolas around her hard nipples, the top would eventually fail to hide them as her tits bounced that day...

The red and black plaid pleated micro skirt also did nothing to hide her body sitting where most of her skirts naturally rode at her waist. Tugging the tiny skirt down lower, the horny young slut found that it naturally kept riding up as she walked to expose the soaked wet lips of her newly waxed cunt.

The earrings came next, making a statement that had already been made.

As she sat down on the sofa, to put on her new heels, mandi felt the material against her aching cunt and felt a moan exit her lips.

Although He wasn't there to force her to go through with the task He'd set for her, it was too late for her to back out now.

Glancing back at the sofa as she stood and wobbled unsteadily on her heels, mandi gazed at the wet, slimy trail she'd left behind.

As she turned to go, the horny young cunt stopped as her phone vibrated once more.

There was one thing she had forgotten.

Replying to Him, she sat the phone on the table and walked clumsily toward her bedroom.

Opening the drawer, she pulled out the large silver plug with the red jewel and the lube beside it.

Lubing the plug as well as her tight little asshole, mandi bent over the bed and slowly coaxed the large silver plug into place with a grunt.

While turning a career woman into a worthless, stupid little cunt is My ultimate goal, I've learned that doing so through force often causes the fear addled mind of a female to run or disappear. you all know from experience. The first sign of fear or stress and the female retreats back to the safety of its home, its job or its friends.

Instead, I offer the safety any cunt really needs... A haven for it to confess everything with no judgement or shame... but at a price. Explaining My needs to it so there are no miscommunications, I allow it to confess things... fantasies so deep and dark... the ones that scare or confuse it and make it ashamed of its own disgusting needs. I allow it to touch its cunt and masturbate as it tells Me everything in detail. I make it ask if it is truly as disgusting as it feels until it begs to cum from its own humiliation.

I tell it that it's perfectly normal for a cunt to feel this way... reassuring it that it will be better once it tells Me every sordid detail of its past... degrading it while making it feel safe with Me.

Eventually, it will come to need to humiliate itself for Me at its own expense. its cunt will leak in anticipation of our talks and it will begin to fantasize about serving freely instead of being forced to.

From skipping panties once in a while to all the time...

Then its bras.

Shorter skirts came next and lower cut tops that both accentuated its natural form.

Masturbation at work came next... once a week... to once a day to several times a day....

Then at its desk.

Then in its car to and from work.... finally naked at all times in the car.

Over that time, it had grown more and more sexual.

He'd denied it the right to cum since they'd met which kept its cunt a sloppy wet mess without its panties to absorb the wetness or hide the smell of its arousal.

By now, it got horny at even the slightest thing and it stayed that way.

she could not think. she could not focus on anything but the assault on her senses and her body.

By now her humiliation grew exponentially by the minute as the saliva dripping of her chin matched the sloppiness of her cunt and inner thighs.

Across the room, her Owner sat on a chair stroking His cock as she continued to moan.

He was helping her not to think. He was helping her to see only what was important.

she knew the rules. " Completely naked while pleasuring the Owner."

Whether He would be kind enough to stop the elevator while she sucked His cock naked or not, she did as she was commanded, quickly pulling her dress up and over her head to kneel between His legs, unzip His fly and slide her lips down His cock to the base.

He'd exposed her so many times in the past that it no longer even mattered. All that did matter was His pleasure.

Perfectly trained and conditioned, the naked young blonde spread her legs as her own juices began to flow at her own humiliation.

As He watched her fuck herself in front of Him, He marveled and smiled at how such an intelligent woman could be turned into such a stupid, drooling cunt before His eyes.

Power

I dislike anything that gives a female the feeling of power in the world. I believe that feeling gives females the false sense of equality when there should be none.

Items such as lingerie, high heels, nylons, bras and panties and even clothing itself are all designed to make a female feel classy, equal and sexy. I do not want you to feel sexy. I want you to feel useful.

Higher education, access to finances and even the right to own property itself give a female a feeling of self-importance and even confidence in today's world when they really don't deserve it.

Careers that put females in charge of the Men around them give them a false sense of security and entitlement that they should never have been given in the first place.

Independence and the right to make choices of their own often backfire and show the female it should never have been in charge of its own life, almost from the start.

A female's right to vote has most likely cost at least one possible present His job due to the overly emotional nature of cunts in general and their habit of voting with their emotions instead of their brains.

A female's right to free speech is another failure of society to allow cunts the ability to speak out on subjects they do not understand. Once more, females have swayed and impacted world events when they should never have been involved.

This is your collar. Locked, unyielding and permanent. It provides safety, comfort and control. It is not only a reminder of your inferiority but of your true place in the world. It is a symbol of submission, belonging and the need to be dominated to all who see you wearing it.

There will be no removing it once it's locked on.

There will be no going back to the world you once knew.

My ultimate goal is not simply to train you to be the cunt we both know is inside you waiting to be freed.... but to turn you into a role model for other cunts as well. Helping you to learn to help others by behaving correctly, sitting, standing and even staying silent in public as you were meant to.

Teaching you to teach others through your actions while in My care.

Nervously, she undressed at the fence at the end of His driveway. It was a road on which not many homes stood but there was still traffic. Per His instructions, she left her clothes lay in the grass in the order they were removed and began the slow walk toward his home. she would likely be seen and He preferred it. He didn't care who knew what He wanted or preferred in a female. In time, she would become accustomed to His rules if He was who she really wanted.

There's nothing wrong with being weaker than a Man.

Nothing is more natural than a female under a Man's rule and control.

The world has told you all your life that you were meant to be His equal but, deep down, you know that is wrong.

Each time you attempt to do something on your own, you feel it. Each time you try to be strong, independent and responsible, you know it.

you belong beneath Him. you need to feel His control, His guidance and His leadership.

The safety He provides is like a warm blanket on a cold, winter day.

Accept that.

The natural place for every female is naked and beneath every Man in the room. Clothing should be loose and easily discarded. No pants or shorts, ever and never a bra or panties.