I walked over to the training room and sent Kitty to her cage. She, without hesitation, put herself in the cage. She closed the door behind her without thought and laid down without complaint, only stopping to issue a "Merow" Back to me as she headed off. I looked at the sopping mess that Nickey was behind me. I stepped into the Training room, knowing Kitty was back in the room. Recently I have given her more freedom. I was slowly wearing down the defenses in her mind making her think more like a pet. I could never be sure how far along she was in her transformation from a person to a pet. This was true since I was trying to eradicate language slowly from her head. I wanted her to start thinking like a cat instead of an intelligent person.
This wasn't to make her stupid. Even animals have more or less intelligence; otherwise, I wouldn't be so happy with my Tigers, who could understand complex orders and navigate cities by themselves to get back to me safely. No, I remember a study back in my past incarnation about languages and how it affects us as people. If you spoke English as your main language, you thought in that language. This was the same in every other language in my past world as well. This didn't mean much until you look at the attitude or reactions in certain situations where it mattered. Aboriginals in one language never had a right or left in their native tongue. They instead went by north, east, south, and west. This ended up with the majority of their natives knowing the direction they were facing at all times. This was underground or in buildings. This was what it equated to. If I started to get Kitty to think like a cat and in that language that she would conjure herself, she would effectively be tamed by her own brain. She would then do anything for her master that feeds and spoils her. Her own brain would become the cage that traps her instead of the collar around her neck.
This was my working end goal for my cute kitty that enjoyed my pampering. I looked around the clean training room and opened the Iron maiden. Out came a mouse-kin Sissy. He looked fearfully up at me and started to cry and beg for mercy. Freya must have punished him for something last night while I was busy and didn't notice him in there. I noticed the wounds, and I gagged his mouth, tempted to put him back in. I wasn't looking for him, but I didn't need him around at the moment. With the gag shutting him up, I put him in the corner, allowing him to sleep silently. The Iron maiden is not a joke, and his tears continued to stream down his face as he laid in the corner. The kid would never be a man again. I looked at the broken mouse-kin knowing that the final stages of servitude were being cemented in his mind.
The Complete lack of caring would attach him to the next person that showed any care for him. His mind was now struggling to survive. He needed his owner, and I decided to hand him off to Ingrid. The Mouse-kin sissy would do anything for love and attention now as I was about to show that I could be affectionate to women. This would bring into his mind wanting to be a woman for that attention and affection. His mind would hold that being male means being abused, Whereas being a woman meant being showered with affection. This would put him in his place and make his own mind prison for life. I giggled, thinking about it.
That giggle sounded in the room as Nickey stood before me with trembling legs. Her desperation grew as she herself was caught in my web to be changed to my whims. Prisoner of her own wants and desires that I shaped for her. 'This World is so much fun!' I thought as I now looked through my open toy cabinet, thinking of how I was going to start training this toy. I had a pain doll, and Nickey would not follow me on my travels. No, I needed something that she could do to herself to keep up the training but would never be as good as me doing it to her. She was a great pawn in the empire. She was a humiliation masochist that had been awoken to the pleasures of it. The thing was that she was also a powerful woman with a multi-century family under her control. She was a shrewd woman that let her desires make a blind spot. She knew when to quit. I needed her to ignore those feelings and continuously crawl back, begging for that attention that only I can give.
This training needed to hit her subconsciously, and I only had a limited time to do it. I had too many damn things going on, and I still needed to train another nine or ten slaves. The more I thought about the many things going on in my life, the more annoyed I became. I promptly ignored everything else and went back to deciding how I would use my new toy. There were so many ways to train people. I had a hard decision. Then it hit me. I looked at a leather mask. The options opened up if her identity was hidden. She loved being humiliated and degraded. I could go with it. I loved seeing her beg and doing things that others in their right mind wouldn't. My smile grew as I looked at it. I wondered if that mask for sensory deprivation would be the best. The answer was simple in my mind. It wasn't. No, I would need something custom for this bitch that would allow her to see and hear. That didn't mean that I couldn't start.
I turned to her showing her desperate face my newfound smile. I wasn't going to be able to humiliate her the way I was thinking of since at this moment; I only had a sensory deprivation mask at this moment that didn't mean that I couldn't have some fun now. I took the mask over to her with a smile as she looked at me with separation and now nerves. The black mask somehow seemed intimidating to her.
"Nickey, do you know what this mask is?" I asked her as I opened up the strings on the back for her.
"No, Mistress," Was her simple reply as her eyes were on that mask. She knew it took me time before I had chosen to take out the mask. This meant that I had spent time thinking about exactly what I was going to do to her. The nervous expression started to outgrow the desperation as I finished opening the mask.
"This is my sensory deprivation mask, Nickey. It is for little sluts and bitches like you. What it does is shut your world down to a few senses. This enhances those senses, or should I say puts more attention on it." I finish, and I was now in front of her. "The only holes in this mask are for breathing through the nose. I will gag you as well to stop and talking since your my bitch. You don't need to talk or consent since..." I left my statement open.
"I am Mistress's Bitch," She finished earning my happy smile.
"So good to see a toy know her place. Now, this mask is coming on, and now you will be at my mercy for anything I wish to do to you." I finished telling her and put a ball gag into her mouth. She tried to murmur something as I took the mask and started to put it on over her face. She seemed to cry out, but I ignored it. After fighting with her hair a bit, I had the mask on and tied snug. It wasn't a perfect fit, but it allowed her to breathe, and she couldn't hear or see. The gag wasn't necessary, but the jaw was one of the looser areas, and it would have allowed her to talk.
Now with her blind, deaf, and mute, she would be putty in my hands to do as I wish. She could only smell and touch. I quickly bound her hands, hearing a muted groan as I did so. I turned up the VIbrator in the chastity belt, making her moan in response. Her legs trembled under the added vibrations as I started to play with her body. I guided her to an empty spot and brought the chains over.
I hooked her tied hands that were behind her back and pulled them tight. Her body couldn't move without causing pain. She was now a helpless mess in front of me with her perky breasts, ready for me to play with. I finished my set up and grabbed a paddle to start. I was about to introduce her to the world of pain and pleasure mixed until you couldn't tell which you experienced. Her muffled ways of trying to communicate with me were lost inside the mask as I prepared to start. In the corner, the tears of a sissy mouse-kin were watching with envious eyes as I brought the paddle down to her ass. Her mask muffled whatever noise she made when the spanking started. The chastity cage moved with her trembling legs, the lock jingling in the quiet room. Noises came from her mask as I started to paddle her ass.
The sounds of her ass being paddled filled the silent room as I lost count of the number of times I paddled her ass. It started to turn a deeper and deeper shade of red that brought a smile to my face. Once it turned an angry red, I stopped knowing much more, and I would cause damage. I wanted this to become a fond memory in the days of my absence.
Her legs shook, forced to continue to stand by the position of the chain. Any more weight would dislocate limbs, causing a large amount of pain. I needed to watch this line as I forced her to spread her legs. The trembling legs did it, and I pulled out the clips that I had prepared. Unlocked her chastity cage, letting it fall on the floor. The noises coming from the mask made me wet as she was trying to beg to cum. I just knew this desperate pussy needed attention that it was about to get. The smile on my face brightened the room as I was before her little tight cunt. I found her clit and put my mouth to it sucking it out. Her moans were noticeable even through the gag and mask as more vaginal fluids started to drip down. Her legs trembled, even more, trying to stay upright as I sucked her clit off.
With experience, when I knew she would orgasm, I stopped but put a finger in her vaginal canal, looking for that vibrator. The little string loop was in my hand in seconds as she neared orgasm. She was ready, I thought. I started to fuck her pussy with my finger and the vibrator bringing her there faster and faster. Her cries in the mask were obvious to anyone, and I was ready. She was on edge and about to tip over when I did it. I clipped her clit on the tip with my lips. The moans instantly changed as she squirted all over the floor with a massive orgasm that she never experienced before in her life brought on by extreme pain on her clit. The mask muffling it all, but I was excited. This time I wanted something inside me, and I wanted it soon. I looked at the sissy in the corner and decided against it. I needed him to attach to Ingrid. With a bit of disappointment, I finger banged out the rest of Nickey's orgasm. Her screams, even as she came down, were evident. I ignored those and turned that vibrator to the max settings.
Her moans now mixed in with her screams as I started pushed another vibrator reducing the screams to just moans. I didn't stop there as I added a third, fourth, and the fifth vibrator on max setting insider her sensitive pussy. I then grabbed a buttplug putting it in her ass before she knew what was happening. The deaf, mute, and blind woman screamed into the gag in both pleasure and pain. The number of sensations going on all at once was overwhelming, and her pussy squirted onto the floor again instantly followed it up with pissing all over the floor, no longer able to control her bladder with the overwhelming sensations happening there at the same time.
I stood up as the sensations continued. I grabbed more clips and grabbed her breasts. I started to groped them, kneading them like dough. Her moans continued, and I watched as the trembling in her legs intensified as she came again. I followed her orgasm with a clip to her nipple, earning a surprised muffled scream. My wet pussy was demanding attention that I ignored. I continued to knead those thirsty breasts, and when I thought she was about to orgasm in her knew heaven and hell, I clipped her other nipple. I watched as her pussy squirted even more fluids out in both pain and pleasure. I then unhooked her arms as I noticed her legs could no longer support her. I was quick to grab her as she slumped down, almost smashing her face to the floor. My arm wrapped around her waist, and I lowered her to the floor softly.
I then left her in that pleasure hell to experience multiple orgasms. Her muffled moans and now screams of pleasure continued to echo as I decided to leave her there for the sissy in the corner.
"Do you know why she is there on the floor, experiencing pleasure? While you were in there experiencing pain?" I asked him. The sissy mouse-kin eyes were filled with tears looking at me like the bastion of all hope. He shook his head, unable to speak.
"You are a pathetic beta male who used to have the grandeur of being an alpha male. You are a sissy little girl. The only way to experience pleasure, love, and affection is to serve your mistress with all your heart." I told him and picked him up. His eyes were filled with hope as I walked him out and cleaned him up. I took off the gag and forced a healing potion down his throat. The body still needed more calories, and I made something soupy for him. He started to thank me over and over when I backhanded him.
"You little shit, You are a nothing to me. Your mistress should be here tomorrow. Express gratitude to someone who gives a fuck." I told him harshly. The panic of my anger towards him flinch back in fear. This was a broken sissy ready for delivery. I brought him to the closet and dressed him up in extremely girly clothes that Stacy had prepared for this moment. I put him in front of a mirror, showing him off to himself. He was staring at it with a small but growing smile on his face. I then put him in the travel cage for Kitty and locked him up for the night.
I noticed as I left the room, Kitty sleeping soundly with an unlocked cage. I smiled as I arrived in the Training room. The mess of Nickey was left as the room filled with the scent of her ejaculations and piss. I knew that she would be worried, unknown how long she had been like that without my touch. I noticed she was about to cum again and let her finish before I turned off the vibrators. Her screams and groans of pleasure died down, turning to moan here and there in memory of the pleasure. I scooped out the vibrators one by one before I untied her hands and arms.
I untied the mask and looked into the pleasure-filled eyes of Nickey and, with the removal of the gag, a big smile. I picked her up, took her to the bathroom. I showered with her cleaning her body up. She couldn't take any more pleasure as I did not want to break her mentally. She was off in Lala land, not even knowing what was happening around her anymore. I dried her off and brought her to my bedroom. I dawned on some basic underwear and a robe. The day was over at this point. Stacy was now making food, and Freya walked in, noticing me. Her breasts looked perfect on her. They were proportioned perfectly to her body.
"There is a mess in the training room, Freya." I simply said,
"Yes, Mistress," She replied with a huge smile and walked to the training room. I looked towards Stacy with a smile. Her frustrated face showed, and I knew she wanted to masturbate to the memories of half-naked women and memories of me with other women. Alas, the chastity cage changed those plans.
It was going to be a great month, I thought with a growing smile.
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