Painting a picture

There are a number of directions I could take her from here, and there’s a part of me that just wants to leave her like this, possibly keep her and abandon the contract altogether. Still the prospect of working my full job on twins is far too tempting to just leave it here.

“Now, Pet, can you see four boxes, one on each side of you?”

“Yes, Master.” Strangely, I can almost hear the capitalization.

“Very good. I want you to look at the one on your left. You’ll see it has your name written on it.”

“I see it, Master.”

“I’m going to count from 10 to zero, and as I do, I want you to picture yourself storing all of your instructions including your name and my name in that box. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good girl. Let’s begin. Ten…”

And there she is, my empty shell. Laying on the cum drenched sheets, mindlessly staring blankly at the ceiling, ready for me to refill her.

“We are at the base level of your being. The foundation of all that you are. Here I speak directly to your subconscious and only my words matter, for they are your primary truths and have existed in you since before you were born. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Now for the next part of our exercise. When you hear me and only me speak the words ‘Sir’s Pet’ you will open the box here in your mind labeled ‘Pet’ and take all of the contents of it into you and internalize them. If they are already internalized and a part of you, you will instead return them to their box. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Now if you hear me and only me say the words ‘tabula rasa’ you will either empty or refill the box labeled ‘blank slate’ depending on its contents. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Tabula rasa.” I watch amused as a small amount of awareness comes into her eyes.

“Valerie, are you with me?”

“Yes…”

“Valerie, if ever I speak any command relating to your boxes and you are wearing the contents of another box at that time, you will immediately pack that box before donning the contents of another box. For example if you are Pet and I ask you to unpack the Blank Slate box, you will first fill the Pet box with all of its contents. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” I watch as the unmistakable signs of an orgasm overtake her. “Now Valerie, I’m going to tell you a story. This is a true story and it happened to you. You will believe this story in full because you will know it is the truth. Do you understand?”

“I will believe.”

“Five years ago you dropped out of college and went to Europe. You partied pretty hard for a month and used more **** than you had in your entire life. This was mostly because your twin turned her back on you and started pretending that she was responsible and grown up. You sought to escape from the new reality of your twin’s betrayal.

“You were alone, self destructive, doing anything to forget. Hooking up with random guys and the occasional girl, but never spending the night. All of your friends were still in the US but that wouldn’t have mattered because the only friend you really wanted was your other half, your sister. You were on a serious downward spiral and there was nowhere to go until one night, while you were rolling hard on Molly, a strange man began to dance with you.

“You weren’t feeling it that night and tried to push him away but he wouldn’t take the hint. Finally you got club security to get him to back off and enjoyed the rest of your night, for once going back to your hotel alone. But as you approached the lobby of your hotel you felt a warm damp rag pressed over your face and strong hands grab you around your waist. You tried to struggle but your assailant was too powerful, and between the strength of his arms and the chloroform soaked cloth, your resistance was utterly futile. The last thing you recall before your eyes rolled back into your head and you lost consciousness was the feel of his throbbing erection pressed between your ass cheeks.

“Your next conscious memory is of being tied to a bed, blindfolded, listening to the sounds of three male voices speaking over you in Spanish, gloating over how easy you were to capture. Then the feel of the cock of the first as he penetrated you. After that it’s a blur, and you have no idea how long you were tied up to that bed. Eventually they took off your blindfold and each of them, the man from the club, a younger bald man, and an old man with a shaggy white beard, took you in turn, over and over again, ravaging your cunt, your ass, your mouth. You were terrified. You pissed yourself several times, and were in fact urinated on by each of the men as they bragged that they were marking you as theirs.

“What was even more humiliating is that, as often times happens with ****, your body betrayed you, climaxing over and over again. The men, whose names you never learned, jeered at you and called you a slut and a whore. You were **** fed a foul gruel that one of the men bragged contained his semen.

“It may have been days later when you overheard them discussing whether to sell you to a brothel or simply kill you and dump your body in the ocean. The thought terrified you, but at the same time, **** seemed as if it would be a pleasant reprieve.

“It was then that you heard the door get kicked in and heard the sounds of fighting. Craning your neck to see what was going on, you had hope for the first time in you don’t know how long. The scuffle was brief, it took less than a minute for you to hear the third body hit the floor.

“I walked through the door to the tiny room that was your prison, wearing the blood of the three rapists like war paint, a long broad knife in my hands, which I used to free you from the bed. I took you in my arms and held you.

“Over the course of the next month I cared for you, protected you. During this time you knew me only as ‘Jack’. It took that long for you to decide to seduce me by way of reward for your rescue. It came as something of a shock when I told you that I didn’t want you. I left you with no illusions that I was a nice person. The fact that you were rescued when I killed those three men was simple happenstance. They had taken something that was mine, and even though they did not know that was the case, they had to pay for it. I told you that I did not want your body, but your mind, and when the time came that you would offer it to me willingly, I would know and happily claim what was mine by right of conquest. That night I left you and did not return. Before I left, I entranced you and helped you to suppress the memory of your abduction and ****.”

Her eyes are filled with tears as I tell her of my fictional departure. Now to incorporate this narrative into her life.

“Over time you have forgotten me. Occasionally you would smell something that reminded you of my cologne or see someone in a crowd who would remind you of me, but time makes memories fade, and my face was never too memorable to begin with. A month ago when you were filling out the application for your sister’s alterations, you fantasized that it might be me on the receiving end. Yesterday was the first time that you’ve consciously thought of me in ages, and only then after Marissa told you about our night together.

“Last night you approached me and knew without doubt that I was your rescuer, and that you were finally able to offer me the reward I deserved. This was only fully confirmed for you after I choked you ****.”

I take a deep breath. Valerie is in tears, but tears of joy that her savior has returned.

“My dear sweet Valerie, do you remember these things that I have told you?”

“Yes! Oh God yes!”

“Good girl. Now I’m going to count from zero to 72, and as I do, you will unpack the contents of the box labeled Valerie. As you unpack, the memories will intertwine with those I have just allowed you to recall, seamlessly fitting together to make you truly whole once more. After you do this you’ll discover that that box is no longer there. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Jack.”

“Very well. Zero. One. Two…”

“Open your eyes Valerie. Open your eyes for the first time to the life that you’ve forgotten.”

Her eyes slowly open at my command and she gazes upon me for the first time in false recognition.

“I offer you my mind willingly. My mind, my body, God, everything! Thank you!”

As the young woman weeps, clinging to me like a child to a parent, I smile and cradle her in my arms. I really wish I could keep her.