Humiliation

“Well you know the standard punishment is pretty harsh, so I’ll go easy on you.” Ryan had to fight a snicker as he filled her head with lies. “Stand in the center of the room, spread your legs. You’re going to slap your face and your tits, hard, until I tell you to stop. While you do, you have to say degrading things about yourself. The more degrading, the sooner I can stop. You know that’s way better than the usual punishment of a spanking. And I know you get off on this kind of stuff since you’re such a submissive slut, but try to remember that this is a punishment.”

Veronica’s mind shifted, memories of lab-mandated punishments being implemented. Her perceptions shifted, a simple spanking becoming the most **** punishment she could imagine, while her ordered self-degradation was tamer in comparison. Finally, while she had already been extremely submissive, the situation was reinforced for her by his comment about her submissiveness.

“Thank you Master, you’re so kind to go easy on me.”

She stood in the room as ordered, legs spread, and delivered a sharp smack to her right breast. “I’m a stupid fuckpig!” she said, loud enough that if a neighbor were listening closely, they’d be able to hear.

She delivered another smack to her left cheek, her head turning briefly and her hair whirling behind her. “I’m a worthless ****!”

Another, her left tit this time. “I’m a pathetic cumdump that deserves to be used and abused!”

She continued in this fashion for nearly 15 minutes before he stopped her, her face and tits red. She’d called herself things that even Ryan hadn’t thought of, such as “piss drinking gutter whore,” “stuck up piece of fuckmeat,” and “disposable bimbo rapetoy.”

“That’s enough,” he said, taking out his phone to take a picture. “Have to document the punishment. Anyway, since you’re here, Veronica I need to remind you that you’re actually an airheaded valley girl named Ditzy and your biggest desire is to be an **** BDSM pornstar.”

Veronica’s world shifted wildly, her head emptying and the new personality filling her mind. She pouted at the camera, holding up her battered tits. “Like, omg make sure you send those to me! They’ll look sooooo good when I start my OnlyFans! But, um… I like soo don’t know how to do that! Could you help me Master?”