Whispering to a broken Diana

Sarah was laying next to Diana, groping her tits and whispering. “Wasn’t that good Slut. Think of all that pleasure I can give your hungry little cunt.”

Diana answered as if in a trance. “Yes, princess.”

Sarah Thought that the training was complete. She was the horny little sex slave that would do anything for her. She was ready to be let out into the house to do whatever she wanted. Of course, locked up in chastity and a vibrator in her pussy. Not so much to tease her but as a reminder of who gives her pleasure. Diana was now forever horny, and the only person who could provide her release was Sarah.

“Diana, clean up this mess you made.” No response. Diana was a name foreign to her by now. Slut had taken over, and a tingling ran down her spine every time Sarah said it.

“Slut, clean up the mess you made.” At this, Diana crawled over to the big wet spot where Diana’s juices had puddled and started licking. Sarah walked out of the room, leaving her to her own devices.