Session One: Getting to Know You

Good evening, Kylie. I am pleased to see you are able to follow basic instructions and show up in a timely manner. You should be aware that I am recording all of our sessions in full, including this one. I can assure you they will only be used for my own viewing pleasure. Do you understand?

"Yes" Kylie answered, saying no more than she had to.

Kylie, from now on you will always refer to me as master during our conversations here. If you happen to run into me in real life, you will not use that term. I don't want to give my identity away to you.

"Yes Master" Kylie answered blankly. She wanted to scream. She wanted to tell this creep to go fuck himself. People did NOT get to order her about like this. But she had seen first hand what the curse could be made to do by those wielding it, and for once she didn't give voice to her anger. She tried not to roll her eyes as the next wall of text hit them.

This is not all bad, Kylie. I promise I will never hurt or harm you. In fact I will put a number if safety commands in place to ensure nobody else can either. You are my possession now, and I look after my things well. I will never physically touch you, and you can be rewarded just as easily as you can be punished, should your behaviour warrant it. You will also be allowed to live a full and autonomous life outside of our sessions, which will take place daily. Though, I suppose, if you are serving a punishment it could have an effect on your life outside of our interactions, for as long as it lasts.

There was a pause as Kylie stared at her camera, trying to take this all in. She didn't want to say the wrong thing, so didn't speak at all. It was as if she had been instantly transformed from a cocksure teenager to an obedient child.

Since this is our first session, and we have so many more to explore the fun stuff in, I am going to go very lightly on you today and just make this an introductory conversation. A getting to know each other session. I will ask you a question and Kylie, you will answer all of my questions this evening with complete honesty. Then you will ask me a question, and I will answer it however I wish. Does that sound fair to you?"

"No Master" Kylie answered, already bound by honesty.

Good. Then we are ready to begin. Kylie, how does me being your Master now, and for the rest of your life, make you feel?

"I obviously hate it, what a fucking stupid question, Master" Kylie huffed, the strength of thehonesty command removing any diplomatic skills she may have had, despite the apparent danger of offending someone who held so much power over her "It makes me angry and upset and scared"

That is a good and truthful answer, Kylie. You are doing well. Now you get to ask me a question.

Kylie thought about this for a moment.

"Why me, master? Do I know you?"

You have asked two questions. That is okay, I will ask two in the next round. To answer your first question, you are absolutely perfect for what I want. You do not need to know any more than that.

Kylie continued to stare at the screen in silence.

And yes you know me. I won't give you any clues to how though.

That sent a shiver down Kylie's spine. She knew an awful lot of guys, and many of them had been given plenty of reasons to dislike her. But there was also the possibility it might not be someone she had dated or prick teased for presents. It could have been an old class mate or even teacher. Or a family friend way older than her. Or basically any male she had ever met. She would almost prefer for it to be a complete stranger. This felt creepier, somehow. She could be interacting with this person in her day to day life and not even know they were her secret master. The kind of person who would do this would probably get a real kick out of that. In fact, it was probably the whole reason they were allowing her to continue to lead a normal life outside of the live sessions. She also realised she now had to be extra nice to every male she spoke to in case they were her master and made her pay for any rudeness later. That was going to be seriously annoying. The next lines were appearing on the screen.

Now I get to ask you two questions. The first, does any element of being dominated and controlled by an anonymous pervert make you feel aroused. And secondly, are you feeling ashamed?

"I suppose a little of yes to both" Kylie blushed "But I'm also disgusted. And I know none of this is my fault so I don't have any reason to be ashamed."

Those are excellent answers, Kylie. I knew I had chosen perfectly. Now you get another question.

"What are you going to do to me, master?" Kylie really didn't want to know, but couldn't help but ask.

Surprising you and seeing your natural reaction to what happens during our sessions will be part of the fun, and some of your experiences will be determined by how I feel and how you behave at any given time, so I can't answer your question fully. But I have always had a fascination with mind control, so there will likely be a lot of that. And it will be fun to experiment with transformation as well. And maybe a few other things. I think we can do just about anything with this curse, and I'm keen to explore. I'm giving us one more question each. Then I will let you get on with your day.

Kylie braced herself. The last couple of questions had been utterly humiliating for her to have to answer.

Which would you dislike losing control of more - your mind or your physical form?

Kylie thought for a moment.

"I would hate losing either. How I look and how I think are basically who I am. If I had to pick one, I guess I am happier with my appearance than my personality. So losing control of that would probably be worse"

I am loving all of your answers Kylie, and that one might be my favourite yet. I will keep it in mind for our future sessions. Now, what is your final question for me. And I would choose it carefully. I can't promise you will ever get another one.

Kylie thought for a moment. Part of her didn't even want to play this game. But there were things she needed to know to give her at least some chance to prepare herself for what might be coming. There was one question that seemed the most pressing.

"Will this ever end?"

Only if I get bored of you. And honestly, just from today's session, I can't ever imagine that happening. But I would remind you that you are getting twenty three hours a day to live your life however you wish, unless I decide I would like to keep playing with you for longer at any given time, which is always my prerogative. You only need to look online to see what some masters are doing with their girls. It could have been an awful lot worse for you.

"Am I supposed to be grateful, Master?"

Kylie took a deep breath as she nervously watched the bubbles on the screen that indicated her master was responding to this. She knew she shouldn't have said it, but it had slipped out as her frustration boiled over.

No you are not, Kylie. But since you have given yourself an extra question, I shall have one too. And it is this...

Kylie's eyes remained glued to the screen, dreading what might be coming next.

Why are you always such a bitch to everyone?

"Not everyone" Kylie pouted defensively. She thought the answer to that question was because most people were annoying, but it turned out the truth was buried deeper, and some part of her must have been aware of it "Because when I was nine years old I had to watch my asshole, deadbeat biological father use this curse to horrifically **** my kind and selfless Mom. He had the time of his life and ruined hers, all the while telling me he cared for and wanted the best for me. There was nothing I could do to stop it. That experience made me angry with the world, and I no longer saw the value in being a good person"

That was an extremely thoughtful and perceptive answer Kylie, I'm proud of you. Now, since you have done so well today, I am going to end this session early and give you some of your time back. Kylie, you will start our next session tomorrow at 7pm Eastern Time on the dot. And you will wear something cute.

"Okay. Bye Master"

It was with huge relief that Kylie was able to shut down not just her window but her entire laptop, as if to be sure. The ordeal was over for now. But there would be more of it tomorrow and every day after. As humiliating and unsettling as the last twenty minutes had been for her, Kylie knew this had barely started.