Master's Identity

“Good girl, you obeying so perfectly. Now I just need to ask you a few questions.” From there Futaba asked Ichiko all sorts of personal questions. Such as the password to her e-mail address, her home address, her banking information, and even her waist and cup sizes.

“Very good girl! I think you ready to learn your new Master’s name.” Ichiko’s eyes lit up all over again. She was ecstatic, she would finally learn the name of the person who completed her life. It suddenly dawned on her though, that this girl could be talking to her from any corner from the world. Yet, in that instant she knew that she would find him. As soon as she knew his name, she would use every investigative reporting skill she accumulated over the years.

She had already revealed so much about herself to a stranger, all for a man she didn’t even know, but this man made her life worth living. So, she would chase down every lead, track him to the ends of the earth until she found her Lord and Master so she could kiss his feet, and lick his cock, and be a cum dumpster for her master! “Please! Please! I need to submit to Him. I need to obey someone, ANYONE” “Anyone? Are you sure Ichiko? You still don’t actually know anything about my Master. What if it’s your old corrupt boss, looking for a sadistic and ultimate way of controlling you?”

Ohya paused for just a moment. It was suddenly hitting her the true weight of the consequences of what she was partaking in. “Well, I um… I don’t know if… Of course I can always… Always uh…”

“You don’t sound so sure any more. Go ahead take a moment or two to think it over, Master will understand no matter your choice.” Futaba said despite knowing there was zero chance of her saying no. Not with a subliminal messages the program was umping into her brain.

That video had made her twat more soaked than any porn site she had visited in her life. But was it really worth giving up her ability to choose, her ability to think for herself, her right to have her own life?

Yes.

She didn’t entirely understand everything that just happened in the last few hours, but there was one thing she understood clear as day. That she needed a Master. That the only thing better than having sex was being told when to have sex and exactly how. The only thing that felt better than touching herself was not touching herself until she was told she was allowed to, and for exactly how long and in what way.

She realized by now that the Master the girl in her speakers was speaking of, probably brainwashed her to feel this way. But that no longer mattered. What kind of person her Master was? What did that matter? As long as he would command her and she could obey him, she would kneel and suck off Mayoshi Shido if she had to.

It was like with the girl in the video. Sure, it did seem like she was kidnapped and brainwashed against her will, but so what? She just didn’t understand what was being done to her. Done for her. Ohya herself didn’t really understand what was happening in her own mind at first either. But now she realizes that anyone who would fulfill her desire to be dominated and controlled would HAVE to be benevolent.

And if he had to brainwash her in order to make her see that. That was only because he knew better than she did what she really needed. She was much too stubborn to admit on her own that she needed the life of a Slavegirl.

She would make excuses about how she needed her job, and to have friends, and to live her own life. But really there was no reason why she couldn’t continue with all those things while being a ****. That is, unless of course, her master objected to her having a job, friends or a life for whatever reason. In which case she would quit her job, and disown her friends without a second thought.

She might think having them is good for her, bit she’s just a stupid Slavegirl. What does she know? Her Master will always know better than her, so anything he says she should do, anything she COMMANDS her to do, she’ll do.

But what if his commands aren’t about giving herself pleasure? Nonsense, they’re commands. As an obedience loving Slavegirl, following any order coming from her Master gives her will bring her pleasure automatically!

Now that Ohya thought about it, obedience and pleasure seem to go hand in hand. Obeying gives pleasure, and feeling pleasure makes her want to obey. Maybe obedience itself IS pleasure. And if obedience is pleasure, how could slavery be bad?

At the end of her internal monologue, Ohya had only one response.

“Tell me his name, so I can obey him!”

“His name is Akira Kurusu”

Ohya’s train of thought stopped dead in it’s tracks. Really it’d be more accurate to say that her train of thought ran off the tracks and rolled over into a train wreck at the weight of this revelation. It didn’t help that her thoughts were already foggy and fuzzy from the program pounding her brain into malleable putty.

Akira Kurusu, the man she had spent years confiding in, who she had known since he was a teenager. He was the harem controlling Master who was the man of her dreams! She couldn’t possibly think of someone she trusted more to have complete control over her mind!

She considered, and ultimately disregarded, the possibility of Her master being an, subjectively, evil man. But it turns out that train of thought was totally irrelevant.

See! This was exactly why she needed someone to think for her. When left to think for herself, she thinks stupid things, like that the mysterious person who hacked in to her computer and turned her into a sex **** might be bad!

That was wasted Brainpower that would have been better spent thinking of ways to please her Master. Her mind is always casting off her thoughts in weird directions. It was a good thing she had Akira to control her mind from now on.

“So Ohya, are you willing to be a good girl for Master Akira?” Futaba finally asked.

“Oh yes! Yes please! I need to be a ****! I need to be Akira’s ****!”

“Very Good! Your Master is pleased to have your obedience.”

Ohya pulled on her makeshift nipple clamps. Closing her eyes and hissing out her words in ecstasy. “Yesss. I will obey. I need Akira to keep a leash around my brain.” Then an idea suddenly popped into her head.

“Oh,” her eyes shot open, “I’ll also be needing a leash for my throat as well, can I have the two be connected?”

Futaba thought it over. “I see, so whenever someone pulls on your collar, it tightens the collar on our mind and you stop thinking.”

“And then I’ll only ever think as much as Master Akira wants me to think!” Ohya exclaims while caressing her throat in anticipation of her eventual collar.

“I’ll of course need Master’s approval first, but I think it’s a wonderful idea Ichiko! T’s a great way for Master to show off his power over you, and he can easily shut you off if he doesn’t need you! I’d be like you’re a robot for his pleasure! Oh God! So hot!” Futaba said as her hands couldn’t help but tease her pussy and nipples.

Ichiko was delighted to hear that she was already her silly **** brain to find better ways to be of service to her Master, ironically but shutting her **** brain off. And it sounds like she came up with an idea not even the more experienced **** who recruited her had thought of!

And of course, she didn’t bat an eye at the girl casually using her first name. Of course they should be on a first name basis. Sure, she didn’t even know this girl’s name a few hours ago, and still doesn’t come to think of it. But they’re family now. After all, they’re sisters. **** sisters.