The day after

The next evening Emily messaged me again. “Come alone tonight. We’re going to build on yesterday. Wear something easy to remove.”

I felt a flutter of nervous excitement. The previous night’s session had left me feeling more docile and constantly aroused. I chose a simple sundress with nothing underneath and told Alex I was going out for a “girls night.” He didn’t ask too many questions.

When I arrived at the same secluded house, only Emily and two other women from the inner circle were waiting. They led me to the same softly lit room. Emily handed me another glass of wine.

“Drink,” she said gently. “It helps the suggestions settle.”

As the warmth spread through me, they began the session. They had me kneel in the center of the room while they circled me, whispering commands.

“Repeat after me,” Emily said. “I belong to the group. My body is for others to use.”

I repeated the words, my voice soft and obedient. They praised me and touched me lightly, rewarding every affirmation. Over the next hour they made me practice poses, crawling, and speaking in a more submissive tone. Every time I obeyed well they would stroke my hair or tease my nipples and clit, reinforcing the pleasure.

“You’re becoming so good at this,” one of the women murmured. “Soon you’ll crave being owned completely.”

I felt myself changing. Simple things like making eye contact felt harder. I wanted to look down. I wanted to please. When they told me to touch myself while repeating “I am a whore,” I did it without hesitation and came harder than I had in days.

Before I left, Emily gave me a new, longer audio file. “Listen to this every night from now on. It will prepare you for what’s coming.”

On the drive home I felt different. More quiet. More eager to obey. When I got back Alex asked how my night was. I just smiled and said it was nice, then went straight to bed to listen to the new file.

The group was reshaping me step by step.