You're going to finally break her.

Without explaining anything, I grab Shannon by the wrist and pull her out of the classroom and down the hall. As expected by this point, she follows along without any resistance. A few steps behind is Violet, who seems to be eager to find out where we're going. Man, if you told me a few weeks ago what I was about to do, there is no way I would believe you. And yet, here I am. Say what you will about some of the things that have happened since I got the Random Remote, but I don't think anyone will argue that my life hasn't gotten more interesting.

I take out my phone and check where Helen told me she had the instillation put it. Luckily, it's not too far away from where we are now, so it's not too long of a walk. As we make our way over there, no one says a single word. I occasionally look back at Shannon to find a strange mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes. Cleary she knows that this experience is going to be intense, but a part of her gets off on that idea. Well, hopefully this will live up to both of our expectations.

Eventually, we arrive at our destination. From the outside, it looks like any ordinary janitor's closet. When Shannon and Violet see the door, they both look somewhat confused. I look around to make sure no one is nearby before opening the door and leading them inside.

Once we all step in, it immediately becomes clear that this isn't a janitor's closet. Or at least it isn't anymore. I asked Helen to specifically find a room that wasn't being used anymore, and according to her, no one has stepped foot in this place in years. No one even has a key to this place. Except for me now, since I find one sitting by the door once I walk in.

I slip the key in my pocket and take in the sight in front of me. What was once an old storage room (at best) has now been transformed into a makeshift dungeon. Because of the limited space, it's not anything too special, but it should be more than serviceable for what I want to use it for today. If anything, the small size might be even more helpful, given Shannon's new love for tight spaces. There are a few places to restrain someone such as a wall mount and a table, a small cabinet full of different BDSM equipment, and most importantly, a little caged-off area at the back.

I'm pretty impressed with how much stuff Helen managed to get into such a limited space, but I know better than to doubt her abilities. And assuming she did her job properly (which she always does), there should be no record of any of these renovations anywhere. The only people who will know about the existence of this room are Helen, me, and anyone I bring here.

"Oh my god! This is amazing! How long has this been here?!" Violet says excitedly.

"Just a few days. It was installed over the weekend, and as far as I'm aware, everything is brand new," I explain. I then turn to my professor. "So, what do you think, slut?"

Shannon seems too shocked to say anything. She tried to form some kind of response, but can't seem to. In her defense, this is certainly an overwhelming sight. Especially because she knows that she's about to be the guinea pig to test some of this stuff. Since she can't seem to speak, I move over to the cabinet, pull out a few items, and throw them at her. She just barely catches them as they nearly hit her in the face.

"Here. This is what I want you in while we do this. Go ahead and get changed," I command.

Shannon looks down at the items to realize they are a set of clothes. It consists mainly of a small black top and a pair of red pants. She holds up the top to see that it's full of holes.

"You... I... I can't wear this. It's... indecent."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize that I gave you a choice. Now, you know how much I hate to repeat myself. Get. Changed," I say sternly. It takes a full minute of stuttering from Shannon before she answers.

"Yes... Owner..."

Violet and I step back and give Shannon a moment to prepare herself. Not to give her privacy, but rather to discuss what exactly we want to do. Violet spends most of the time gushing about how much she loves this place. Nothing too surprising there. She runs through potential ideas quickly, which involve both her dominating others and being dominated herself. I try to make it clear that we're only going to use this room for special occasions, but it's hard to tell how much she processes through her excitement.

I turn to see Shannon pull down her top to complete her new outfit. She tries to readjust it slightly so it can cover more, but there's no point. She's gone from looking like a professional business woman to nothing more than a trashy slut. Maybe one day I'll make her start wearing this type of stuff all the time.

I walk over to her and put on one last accessory: a leather collar. I snap it onto her neck, along with a short leash. The second she feels it constrict on her neck, she moans. If there was any semblance of her being a free woman before, that should be gone now.

"Wow. You look disgusting. Perfect for someone like you. How do you feel, Shannon?" I ask.

"Pl... please... don't call me that..." she mumbles. That wasn't what I was expecting.

"What? You miss being 'Dr. Powell' or something? Do you think you still deserve to be called that?"

"N-no, Owner. It's not that. I..." She pauses for a moment, as if debating if she really wants to say whatever she has on her mind. "I... don't think I deserve any name. An object like me shouldn't be called anything. Proper names like 'Shannon' don't fit a worthless possession like me, don't you think?"

I... I'm honestly stunned. I knew Shannon was starting to like being degraded, but I had no idea it had gotten this bad. I look over my shoulder to see that Violet is just as caught off guard. So she doesn't want to be treated like a person at all anymore? Well, if she insists...

"You know what? For once in your miserable life, you might be right. You don't deserve a name. From now on, I'll just call you whatever I want. How does that sound, bitch?" Shannon shivers when I call her a bitch. A shiver of pure, unadulterated bliss.

"I would like that, Owner."

"God, she's pathetic," Violet says from behind me.

"I know. I think it's finally time to teach her just how pathetic she really is," I agree.

I grab Shannon by the leash and yank her forward. I lead her over to the caged-off area, and swing open the door. I then tug the leash one more time as I look her in the eye.

"Inside," is all I say.

Shannon quickly moves into the cage without hesitation. Honestly, she looks thrilled. And that feeling is only magnified when I close and lock the door behind her. Before I get to the main attraction, I take a step back and look at my handiwork.

"Matt, you've really outdone yourself this time," Violet comments.

"Thanks, V. Not gonna lie, I'm pretty proud. Now, you think I should stress test our new toy?" I ask.

"Oh, without a doubt."

I walk over to the bars and drop my pants. Without having to say a word, Shannon drops onto her knees. There's clearly not enough room, as she ends up pressed up against the cage, but she doesn't seem to care. She eyes my cock hungrily as I keep it just out of reach. Alright, let's see just how much practice this little whore did in the past week.

"Come on, cumdump. Get to work. I don't want to have to lift a finger," I say as I push my dick through one of the holes in the bars.

Shannon immediately inhales my member as it enters the cage. She doesn't bother with any form of foreplay. No licking, no kissing, no teasing of any kind. Within seconds, I feel the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. I have to grab onto the cage to keep myself from falling over.

I can't say I was expecting this. This girl is like a machine. I know we were just calling her a toy or whatever, but it legitimately feels like I'm fucking a human fleshlight right now. She keeps taking my entire length in her mouth with seemingly no trouble at all. She hasn't gaged or coughed once. How is she so good at this? Surly she wasn't always so good at giving blowjobs. Not with how ice cold she used to be. But did she really learn all of this in a week?

Despite the insane pleasure I'm feeling right now, I do my best to hold back. I want Shannon to have to work for this. Although, the be fair, she's clearly up to the task. At no point during this blowjob does she ever seem to slow down. I look down at her face to see that her eyes have glazed over. It almost makes it seem like she's in some kind of cock-sucking trance. As much as I would love to drag this out even further, I just can't. It feels too good. But that doesn't mean I can't mess with her a little more.

"Stop. I'm about to cum, and I want to make you look like the cum dumpster you are," I instruct her.

Just like before, the reaction is instant. Shannon pulls off on my dick and positions her face directly in front of me. A second later, I start to orgasm, shooting my hot load all over her. Once I'm done, I give her one more look. I have to admit, it was hard to say back when she was so uptight, but Shannon really is a hot piece of ass. And seeing her face dripping with my seed only helps cement that fact in my mind. I'll certainly enjoy using her more in the future. That being said, while she did a fantastic job, I know my toy doesn't get off on praise.

"That was okay for a first attempt," I tell her. "At least for a piece of garbage like you. Maybe with enough training, you might be worth keeping around. Emphasis on 'might' though."

"Yes, Owner. Thank you, Owner." She responds, still somewhat in her trance.

I feel a tap on the shoulder. I turn around to see Violet, who has a hand down her skirt, clearly masturbating.

"I take it you liked that display," I laugh.

"Oh yeah. But now that you've had your fun, I have an idea of my own..." Violet replies.

"Oh? Do tell."

"Well, if you really want to train that thing, why don't you leave her here with me for the rest of the day? With my stamina attribute, we shouldn't have any trouble keeping things going for quite some time. It could really help her understand her place as our sex toy."

Hmm. That's not a bad idea. Plus, I do know how much Violet has wanted to get someone to lick her pussy. I turn to Shannon, who clearly has something on her mind.

"What do you think, slut?" I ask.

"Well... um.... I have more classes today..." She says quietly.

"I'm sure you won't have any problem cancelling them, will you?" I respond.

"But... no, Owner," she finally relents.

Then it's settled. I rummage through Shannon's stuff until I find her phone. Luckily, Violet had the forethought to bring it with us. I open the cage just enough to hand it to her before relocking it. As Shannon starts sending emails, Violet and I decide to go get lunch before Violet comes back. No reason for her to miss lunch with her boyfriend and roommate just because of some dirty human cumrag. We even agree to bring Shannon back something to eat. Aren't we just the nicest owners?

As we start to head out, I take one last look at Shannon, cum still dripping down her face. As weird as it is to say, she actually looks happier than I've ever seen her before. I'm not going to argue that her life is better than it used to be, but I do find it interesting that this is the only situation I've ever seen her show any kind of enjoyment during. The remote must have really messed with her head for her to get so much fulfillment out of an activity like this. Fortunately for her, I have no intension of easing up anytime soon. But for now, I'm just ready for some food.