What do Daya?

Daya felt strange. She had gone to James' room but can't remember what she did there, and her ass and cunt hurt like she had two cocks in her at once. All of a sudden she woke up in her bed again without knowing what had happened that day, but one thing was strange and that was that she felt extremely horny. She felt like she was about to come all the time and her underwear was literally soaked as if she had walked through rain. But even weirder are the daydreams, she dreamt of being bound and gagged on a chair and a vibrator making her come again and again, or walking through the flat in latex and receiving commands from Jane.

She went into the kitchen and saw Jane sitting there with a cup of coffee.

"Hey Jane, how are you?" She asks Jane. She hasn't seen her for days and now she is just sitting here.

"I'm fine, thanks." She smiles at her quizzically as if laughing at a joke only she understands. Seeing her like this made her even wetter. She would love to throw herself on the floor in front of her and beg for an orgasm.

"That's nice. So we can go back to old habits." As she talked she sat down opposite Jane at the kitchen table. "I know I sound like an ass but could you take over the household chores for the next few days?" Jane doesn't answer, instead she gets up and stands in front of her.

"You want me to take over your chores?" With that question, her hand lightly strokes her cheek. Her pussy wanted to explode at that touch alone.

"N-n-no?" She stammers. My God she never felt so horny.

She lightly smacked her cheek and asked "was that a question or a statement?"

"I-I'll take over your duties." She has no idea why she was willing to do this but something inside her urged her to obey Jane she never felt so dominated and in control. She didn't want to know what her pussy looked like at the moment, surely it was a wet and drooling mess.

"Good ****. Stand up and undress then bend over the table." She tells her. She knew she should hit her and go to her room but she couldn't. She had to and wanted to obey. Jane left the kitchen as she undressed and bent over the table, her ass fully visible to her.

At that moment Jane comes back. She has her ass facing the door and is about to turn to look at Jane but she puts a hand on her ass and says "don't turn around."

"Yes mistress." She didn't know why she said that nor why she obeyed. But three sentences came to her mind.

I am a ****.

I will obey.

Obedience is pleasure.

It was as if these three sentences were now her new rules that she had to obey. She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice June standing behind her or what she was wearing. Then she feels something begin to push her lips apart and into her. She moans as the toy enters her and goes deeper and deeper, she should scream because it was so thick she feels it would split her. Then when it seemed to be completely inside her she heard the voice of her new mistress.

"Listen to me ****. What is inside you is a strap-one. You know what that means

YOU

GET

FUCKED

BY

ME." She punctuates each of her words with a deep thrust into her which makes her shudder and spasm.

"But that's not all. You are now my **** and you will love being a **** to me. The spiral you saw in my room has washed your brain and from now on you will be a faithful **** for me." She should be horrified or angry but instead she feels only boundless devotion to her Mistress. Jane is her Mistress and she can order her to do whatever she wants, she will carry it out. Never before has she felt such a level of satisfaction. This is her place as it should always have been and obedience to her provides her own pleasure.

Now the mistress begins to fuck her in earnest. Her thrusts were deep and powerful, her walls trembling under this level of pleasure. "Never again will you go against my wishes 6081 and every command I give you you will carry out with the greatest pleasure."

She is right. Her mistress is always right. She could not and would not act against her; the pleasure was too great. Obedience is pleasure and she was her mistress' ****.

"Yes mistress, you are the right mistress."

"Beta-6081." This command triggers something. Her own consciousness fades into the background, it was as if she was being bonded out of her own body.

"6081 connects to Daya." Now something was different. She was no longer an outcast. She was 6081 a drone, an object good only for pleasure and obedience. Her subconscious responses to her Mistress' thrusts ceased as she had not been instructed to make them. Then her mistress stops. Her mistress gave her no command to continue or anything else. So she lay there naked bent over her own kitchen table, dripping with her own fluids and in absolute immobility.

Her Mistress withdrew from her, but she felt no twinge of regret or betrayal. Her mistress wanted her to be wet and aroused and it was a pleasure for her to fulfill those wishes. Obedience is pleasure and she will obey her mistress.

"And now you will put on your uniform and lick up the juices you have spread. Afterwards you will watch the spiral video on your computer again. You will neither come nor touch."

"Yes mistress." Was the only logical response to that command.

With that she left, leaving them with clear orders. Her jet black uniform was picked up and put on. As the vibrators went into her ass and pussy she suppressed any movement or other reaction, the arousal however was gathered into a kind of bottomless hole. When everything was ready she moved, she felt the vibrators moving and everything was collected in this hole. The mistress has not ordered her to come so she will not. She will just keep gathering her arousal.

She got on her knees and began to clean the floor of her fluid with her tongue. The pleasure of this simple task was indescribable and when she was done she wanted to explode with arousal, but she just kept moving into her room in between putting on her helmet and sitting in front of her computer. Opens the video her mistress sent her and after a while sinks into oblivion.