Mandy’s Punishment - A Long Time Coming (Epilogue & POV shift)

You live for your Mistress. Mistress is the source of all that is good and bright in the world. Making Mistress happy brings you joy. Even when Mistress makes you do things that you don’t enjoy or are painful it doesn’t matter because you adore your Mistress. Sometimes Mistress commands that you bring her to orgasm with your mouth and fingers. Those are the best times. You live to bring her ecstasy. Sometimes her command is to sexually satisfy others. Often that is not as enjoyable but knowing you are serving Mistress makes it worthwhile. She owns you; she commands you; you obey, you are happy. You vaguely remember a time when Mistress didn’t own you. You remember a time of something called “choice”; it is hazy but there was a lot of anxiety and anger then. Everything was brighter and made less sense. For some reason you didn’t like Mistress then. In fact, you hated her. The thought makes you shudder and ashamed. How could you possibly hate Mistress? She is the imperative, without her you cannot be happy…..

Or at least that is what you thought, it is hazy but Mistress has gone away for a bit and it is…Master? That’s right Master, that brings you happiness. He also wants you to service him. A lot. And often his friends. How many you don’t know. Time passes strangely. Memories seem irrelevant unless they help you please Master. You live only for the moment, the present, the command that Master is setting now. This makes you happy. You do know that sucking his cock is the best thing in the world and his cum like sugar candy. And it is so funny when he laughs at you sucking the others in the frat house. Master is so fun. You think he might just be the funniest guy on campus and the sexiest. One time you helped him get a good grade by sucking his tutor’s cock. And then later there was a big party and a lot of the professors were there. You can’t remember the last time you saw that many erections. You helped your Master get not just a grade, but a whole degree! Your Master must have been very proud of you he gave you a collar with your achievement on it.

Because he is so smart one thing you can’t believe is that Master is not very good at poker. He is pretending to be angry and seems to be losing all his PRIZE TOKENS but he is so intelligent and sexy and adorable. How can he be losing? You sometimes wonder why other people don’t just do what Master wants. Master doesn’t have any PRIZE TOKENS now. He is looking at you. Your heart is thrilled there is something you can do for Master!....

…..Master is very good at poker. He often wins. He introduces you to his harem. Not all of them are completely obedient like you are but they all do what he says in the end…Why do they bother resisting? Don’t they know that Master will make them happy? You briefly wonder what it is like outside. It occurs to you that it has been a while since you’ve seen the blue sky. But that doesn’t matter if Master wants you in this room then that’s the best thing. You love your Master's huge round frame. Some call him a whale or a parade float and that is so mean and untrue. His girth is cuddly and adorable. You love nestling in his rolls of flesh. You don’t know why he likes hurting you with the cane but your pain makes you happy if it makes him happy…Master is so mad, apparently Mistress beat him at poker…..

Master? No Mistress there is only Mistress…..

Mistress and Master and Master and Mistress and Mistress and Master and so it goes on.

Anal, bondage, bukkake, canings, cleaning, cooking, cuddling, data entry, DPing, edging, escorting, eating pussy, fisting, fucking, folding laundry, gangbangs, grocery shopping, kissing, licking, orgies, spankings, sucking cock (so much sucking cock), washing dishes, waiting tables, waiting in rooms for hours on end for your owner to return. A haze of faded memories. Every sexual act imaginable, every menial task completed without hesitation, willingly and enthusiastically. Completely obedient and completely devoted. Looking at the entrance to Shoubu train station waving goodbye to Master’s train it seems so…so….

So out of character.

What? WHAT?

What has happened? Who are you?

“Who am I?” you think. “Mandy. My name is Mandy. I am not a ****. I am me”

The last thing you really remember before the haze of degrading sex was Cindy looking down at you fucking you senseless. You remember the panic of knowing she was going to cum, that she was going to win. And then after that, you’re not sure. Just work and sex. Sex and work.

It’s like you’ve been drunk for..

“For how long? How long have I been a ****?” You look about your person. You are wearing short blue jeans and a short halter top that displays your ample cleavage, but also your not inconsiderable muffin top. “Muffin top?! Since when have I been anything but toned?!” you think in pure shock and panic.

You look at your hands, they seem different and your legs also. Your thighs are thicker, fleshier. Your skin is still tanned, not wrinkly but still somehow, older. A pit opens up in your stomach as you try and put your jumbled memories together.

You realise you are catching your reflection in a nearby shop window. You turn and peer at yourself. You nearly faint. Staring back at you is not a sexy twenty-year-old alpha cheerleader but some trailer trash housewife pushing middle age. Your mouth simply gapes wide like a fish for a few seconds. You hate the sight and turn away. You can feel a headache coming on, your heart is constricted. Tears are welling up inside you but you fight them back. You need answers.