You always thought of yourself as the kind of person who, if you ever achieved some sort of success, wealth, power, you'd hold on to your basic humanity.
And yet here you are, suddenly you have power over this pretty little slut and all you can think of is horrible things to do to her. You walk over and grab her by her long blonde hair, pulling her over to you.
She yelps initially then giggles as her body slides across the wet floor. She rights herself onto her knees and looks up at you. She wants your approval. She wants your domination.
"You're mine now." you say. She smiles. "And your name is 'slut' do you understand?"
"Yes" She whispers.
"From now on" you feel all humanity and decency flee from your mind "you will not speak until spoken to. You will not do... anything unless ordered to. And you will always answer 'yes' Do you understand?"
"Yes."
And you take her home. As you sit across from her in the car, glancing at her face, trying to put together how the girl you originally meant has turned into this makeup covered fuck doll, you try to think of things you could make her do. You could stop at any street corner and make her suck every dick that walks by. And you have no doubt she would. But you think that might be a little too gentle for her.
Your mind goes to strange places. Some of them you're almost afraid to recognize. You have complete power over another human. What could you do?
You get home. Not your home. Not where your wife lives. But one of Mr. Milton's seven houses. And it's empty ready for an eternity of depravity. You stare at your new bride, your new slave.
And you wonder just how far into the dark recesses of your mind you should allow this to take hold. How bad can you be?
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