A submissive's identity is taken away by verbal and physical training techniques.
Sarah didn’t sleep that well, as she struggled to get comfortable. If she laid on her back, her new tattoo tried to stick to her nightshirt, and if she slept on her front, her new piercings pulled. Eventually she found a position on her side which was a compromise. Fortunately the long day had whacked Pete, and he slept through it all.
Again, she waited until he had gone down for breakfast before getting up and pulling on her robe. He again raised an eyebrow when she only took juice and coffee.
“Still feeling queasy? He asked.
She walked through the door into the training suite. It was unlocked, so they were clearly expecting her. No-one to be seen, so she walked across to the door to the cleansing room and knocked softly, kind of half kidding herself that no reply would mean the nightmare was over.
I checked in with the staff when I arrived in the dormitory. Most of our
pets were sleeping, including my favourite. Several were writhing in
their restraints as they were stimulated according to their training
schedule. My favourite was finishing her second two hour sleep cycle.
Chapter Eight
Once her arms were released, Wendy sat up and stretched to ease the tightness in her shoulders. As she looked toward the rest of the room, she noticed the young man who'd given her the ride locked in the torrid embrace with a young Chinese girl. One of his hands was clutching her full tit and the other was massaging her cunt, while she was stroking off his stiff cock. Near them, a middle-aged man was sucking the tit of an older woman as they caressed each other's groin.
Aura and Cassidy take a long shower, where Aura gets the chance to play more with Cassidy’s body—and her mind.
Cassidy’s new Owner toys with her a little, testing her limits and her capabilities as a submissive. It’s a bit too much for Cassidy.
Aura finds herself bound to a certain Cassidy Smith—now her Owner, by the rules of destiny. Her system isn’t thrilled.
Four
A few hours later the lawn was filled with their friends. A couple of
the women, feminists, started arguing about how sexist society was,
and how women were perceived as mens' playthings.
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