Complete and Total Degradation

"What would you do to me?" Caroline asks.

She sits on the floor before you, almost nude, sweat-covered, anxious, her thick c-cup breasts heaving, nipples hard. She wears only a pair of white panties, pulled to the side, revealing her pussy, wildly wet, soaked, beads of juice in the triangle of dirty blonde pubic hair above it. Her fingers begin to play at her clit, and slide into her hole.

"What would I do?" You answer. "It would be complete and total degradation. You would be totally destroyed, transformed, reborn as the ultimate submissive whore." You've told her this before. Many times before.

Caroline is your neighbor. She's a gorgeous woman, a successful woman, mid 40's, wonderful curves, shoulder length dirty blonde hair, a face that seems to have only gotten more beautiful with age, capable of big joyous smiles and intense seriousness. Right now her eyes stare deeply into yours as her fingers rub furiously at yourself.

"What would you do to my body?" She asks.

"Your body would be put to complete use." You begin, "Every hole would be filled, fully and frequently, by myself and anyone else who I deem worthy. A whore as perfect as you deserves as many possible takers. You'll be abused, slapped, poked, shocked, pierced, it will all become normal to you. Your body will accept it. Your body will embrace it. And when you look in the mirror, the body you see staring back at you will seem different, but not new. It will seem like the slut who's been hiding all these years has finally emerged."

"Mmmm" Caroline enjoys this answer. Her fingers flicker at her crotch. She's been divorced for a while now, a single mother of three, a professional. She tried dating, meeting men her own age, but every one of them was an asshole, not even remotely able to make her climax. So she found her way to you, ten years her junior, young enough to be a treat, but old enough to be experienced enough to know how to make her cum. Although it took a few liaisons before you realized that this type of dirty talk was what it took to make her cum. "What would you do to my mind?" She asks.

You answer. "Your mind will come to understand your purpose in life, pleasure. That person you see in the mirror, will no longer be a person. It will be a fuck pig, a cum rag, a pet, a toilet, an object to be displayed and used. Your mind will not only accept this, it will embrace it. It will seek out ways to become a bigger, better, more fully used whore." You smile.

Caroline doesn't notice. She's too busy rubbing at herself. She slides two fingers in and out of her slit. "What would you do to my spirit?" She takes a deep breath. This is her favorite question.

"Your spirit will not be broken. Oh no, your spirit will be raised. How could it not be? To know that you're fulfilling your potential in life completely. You will be in a constant state of joy. You will be in a constant state of climax. All worries and stresses will melt away. All that will remain is the cocks and cunts that you serve."

"Oh god, fuck yes!" You know she's getting close when she starts to curse.

"All you have to do is crawl over here, beg me to spit on you and slap you, and then it will begin. I will claim you. And there's no turning back." You say, your hard cock more than evident, pointing up at the ceiling through your boxers.

And this is usually the part where she lets out a loud scream and cums, juices spraying over her thighs and the floor.

But today she doesn't. Instead she asks another question. A new question.

"But honestly, how would it work? How would you keep my job from finding out?"

You have to think of a quick answer. Easy. "I wouldn't. Your purpose as a whore will not be hidden from the world. A video will be posted online, almost immediately, of you declaring your new self to the world. If your boss finds out, you will do what's necessary to keep your job. You will lick his balls, you will suck his cock, you will eat his asshole, you will convince him how true it is that your purpose is to please others. If this doesn't work, you'll find a new job. Not because you need a job. You could stay home all day cleaning the house with your tongue. But you should always be surrounded by people who could find you out, and who could use and delight in you."

From the look she gives you, you sense that was an acceptable answer. You wonder if it will be enough to get her off. Her bottom lip trembles. Her breath shivers. Her fingers attack her clit, harder and harder.

"How..." she now has to speak between panting breaths. "...would you keep my new... path in life... secret from my... kids."

You lean forward. You feel as if you're on a roll. "I wouldn't. Let's be clear about what we're talking about here. Not some temporary or partial fling. We're talking about your complete personal armageddon. Your kids will know. They will be part of the process. You will so come to understand the joy of worshiping cock, that if your son wants to put his in you, you will agree. If he wants his friends to join him, you will acquiesce. Your daughters will join you as submissives. You will train them. You will want to share with them the joy of being a pure fuck pig."

Caroline stares at you, her teeth gritted, her fingers destroying her own cunt. You're not sure if you've gone too far. But it only seems logical.

"If you choose this path." you say, "I'm telling you about things that will happen, not things that may happen. You will feel your son's cock in your asshole. You will tell your daughter to suck his cum from your asshole, and share it with your other girl. They will do so. They will make you proud."

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME!" Caroline screams. You know what that means. She's coming. Juices squirt from her wet, swollen pussy. Her eyes roll back in her head.

When she's finished she stares at you panting. You stare back smiling. Slowly her expression turns from intensity to exhaustion to just the smallest naughty smirk.

This is usually when she gathers her clothes and goes back home next door.

But today she doesn't do that. Today something unexpected happens.