Breaking Sabra down.

On Thursday I send a message to Sabra telling her to add phrases like “I want Greg to fuck me all the time” and “I'll do anything for Greg” to her masturbation phrases.

On Friday I order her to say “Greg is so hot”, “Greg is above us”, and “We are nothing compared to Greg” as she fingers her pussy.

At this point it has been three days since she started her training. Brooke started to crack at this point, but the religious virgin was probably a best case scenario. I need to wait a little longer. However, I've only got one more week before the contest ends.

I check Sabra's social media sites. She posted a couple of things about being on a trip the first day. There was only one post yesterday and nothing today, which is a little strange for a high profile influencer like her. However, there are posts about her. A lot of guys have posted pictures of her at the bookstore and restaurant. Some people are wondering why she's spending all her time in those two places. Mostly, they're just sending out the word that if any guys want to see a super hot girl in person, this is their shot.

On Saturday her new masturbation phrases are “Greg's cock is incredible” and “Greg should fuck every woman he wants, but I'm better than all of them”.

On Sunday the new phrases are simple. “I love you” and “I am yours”.

It's Monday. It's been six days since I started Sabra's training. That's how long it took to break Savannah, but is it enough for a super model whose ego has been boosted constantly not just by men around her, but by adoring fans? I don't have time to reinforce this anymore, I need to push her to the next stage.

Right before lunchtime I go to the bookstore. The place is packed with guys. I push my way through them until I find Sabra sitting against a bookshelf in the back. There's literally a line of guys waiting to hit on her. She's looking around nervously, and when she sees me she shouts, “Greg!”, hops up and runs towards me, shoving the guy who was currently talking to her out of the way.

She's wearing a tight green top that shows off her big tits much better than what she was wearing the last time I saw her. I suspect she dressed up because she was hoping to see me.

“Greg, what a coincidence bumping into you again!” she says, a little too rehearsed.

“Yeah, it's nice to see you again... uh... Sabra, right? Wow, this place is really busy today.” I look around at all the guys watching us.

“Yeah, it's weird. So random.” She puts her hand on my arm. “Hey, you hungry? Do you want to get lunch?”

I shake my head. “Sabra, I told you, I'm very selective about who I date.”

The crowd of guys around us look gobsmacked. They look at me, then at her, and they can't understand how I could be turning her down.

Sabra bites her thick bottom lip. “Please? Please, I really want to talk to you. To spend time with you. Oh god, please?!”

“Well... alright.”

Sabra looks like she's going to cry with joy. She links arms with me, pushing the side of her huge breast against my arm, and leads me past the horde of slobbering guys out of the shop.

We walk down the street as Sabra talks about how much she likes this town and how she's thinking of moving here. We find a nice restaurant and sit at a table. The restaurant was almost empty when we entered, but within a minute of us arriving every seat is full of horny Sabra fans who followed us in here.

Sabra and I order, then talk. She laughs at everything I say that is even close to a joke. She flirts constantly and touches my hands and arms often. I'm harder than I've ever been for the whole meal, and it's a struggle to act cool and disinterested.

“Oh, I'll get that!” says Sabra when the waitress puts the check in front of us.

“You don't have to, we can split it,” I say.

“No, don't be ridiculous! Let me treat you!”

Sabra just smiles at me and stares into my eyes while we wait for the waitress to bring back her credit card. She looks completely love struck. It's definitely time for the next step.

I lean across the table and say, “Look, you're clearly into me. So I need to clarify what I want from a woman.”

She nods, instantly paying more attention to me than I've ever paid to a teacher.

“When I said the other day that all my girls know their place? That wasn't even a little bit of a joke. Every single one of my girls begged for my cock. On their knees. They know that they have no value except what serving me gives them. I own them.”

“Own... them?” says Sabra quietly.

“I told you I'm looking for a queen and that's true. But being a queen doesn't mean a girl has value. She's still just a bitch who does whatever I say. A worthless cunt who knows she's a worthless cunt. The only difference is that she's a worthless cunt whose job is to keep the other worthless cunts in line.”

I take out a pen and write my address on the back of a napkin. I slide it across the table. “When you think you can handle that, when you're 100% ready to give up all your rights as a person and everything you have, then come to me and beg like a proper slut.”

I get up and walk away, leaving Sabra staring at me with her mouth hanging open.