Your training continues

You wake up in your cage just like any other day. You keep thinking about the past, how easy this would have been to avoid. Of course, Rebecca tapped into it a long time ago. She keeps taunting you with it. "You said that you want in. You are in." "What did you expect when you knew I was a professional **** trainer?"

Sadly it is true. Something inside you wanted this life. Perhaps you should bring this side closer, as Rebecca says, or perhaps you should try to distance yourself from it. You are not really sure. Either way you got here is a consequence of your actions. And now you are getting it.

You shudder as you can hear the door open, and you can see Rebecca walk down the stairs.

"Good morning, pet," she says. You mutter "Good morning, Mistress!" through your ballgag, then you wait until she lets you out of the cage and gives you your breakfast.

You have to eat and drink from bowl usual. This is something you already got accustomed to. But you notice that your water bowl this time has urine in it.

"Drink it, pet," Rebecca says firmly.

You take a look at her pleading. But you quickly remind yourself of your place. You say "Thank you, Mistress!" out loud, and you quickly drink up every drop.

"Now lick my feet, pet," she says.

You crawl up to her as instructed, kissing and licking her beautiful feet.

You think about resisting her physically. After all your are a trained agent. But by now you've been through so much torment that any thought that's about resistance gets instantly thrown into the trash can. And that means... Being a **** forever? You try to dodge this question over and over again. But if you can't escape and can't beat her up, then what else is possible?

"Time for today's session," Rebecca says after you've been worshiping her feet for a good fifteen minutes.

"Come on, try to escape! I will give you one hour," she says after you were dressed into your full encasement suit. The only extra is a mask that restricts the amount of air you could take in. "If you are able to get out, you can choose what to eat for a month."

Of course you are unable to get out, and you have to eat the crap as usual.