You finally wake up, feeling like you have slept for an eternity.  The VR headset still playing dimly, the mantras still humming in your ears. As the fog clears you realize your arms are still tied behind you. And just like that, you feel the wave building again, your clit sore and swollen, the feeling of being full. You start to panick, trying to stand, you don't know who you are, where you are or what is happening.

As I watch through the monitors I begin to chuckle at the panicked movements I see. Laugh at you falling over, stumbing around trying to regain your balance, knowing you have no idea what is happening.  A few keystrokes later and your VR headset is turned off. I see you freeze, than slowly tilting your head, trying to hear any possible sounds.

You hear a metallic click and then the sound of a door opening.  Fear grips your body, you unable to move. You feel a hand softly touch your shoulder followed by a firm voice, "Hold still, do not move and I will take this all off of you. The second you move, you will regret it.". You feel the lock click and the modified chastity belt slowly being removed, you feel the large dildos sliding out of your cunt and ass. You breathe a sigh of relief as they come out, your pussy and ass never being filled that long before. You feel the ropes loosen around your wrists, your arms burning as the fall to your sides. Next comes the headset, your eyes squinting against the bright light. As you your eyes adjust, you see someone standing there, vaguely familiar, but you can't place him. Definitely taller than you, salt and pepper hair with a fairly athletic build.

I see your eyes darting around, looking at me, then noticing the open door behind me. "I wouldn't suggest it. It would quite painful if you tried." I state. "Not to mention, where would you? Do you even know who or what you are?".

Fear passes across your face. "Who am I?" You ask yourself. You know you had a name, you had a life, you know something happened. But what was it? You try to remember,  but can't,  growing more frustrated by the moment until a voice rips you out of your thoughts.

"You've been asleep for almost two days. You are dehydrated and on the verge of starvation.  Here, drink this. It has protein and some calories in it." I say as I extend the bottle to you. I watch as you hesitantly grab it and begin to dream, peering at me cautiously over the bottle.

As you slowly drink the thick mixture, you feel some strength returning. You eye the man in front of you and the door behind him. A plan forms in your mind. You may not who or what you are, but you're going to get out of here. You tense your muscles, preparing to escape.

As I stand there watching you, I see something in your eyes, I know I have at least partly succeeded, but the reprogramming needs some work. Out of the corner of my eye, I see your muscles tense. "Great. She's really going to try me?" I think to myself. Just then, the bottle is in the flying towards me, you lunging for the door.

You see me duck, thinking now's my chance you lunge with all your might, the door just now inches away! But then, you wonder why you're in the air and falling backwards. You hear part of a dull thud, then the world goes black.

I catch you by the neck as you pass me, knowing you weren't going to make it. Your momentum easily carried you off your own feet making it easy to knock your head off the cement floor. I stand and shake my head. "Looks like I'll have to train this one the old fashioned way." I reach down grabbing your hair and drag you through the doorway.

Your head feels like it is splitting in two, throbbing, your mind racing trying to remember what happened.  Something else isn't right,  what is it you wonder. You try to move your arm, then your legs, but they won't move. Am I paralyzed you begin to wonder. No, you can feel something cutting into your skin, holding you tight, what is it?

I stand off to the side as I see you return to consciousness. I admire your ass, bent over and exposed on the bench. Your arms and legs firmly bound. I move in front of you and squat, pulling your chin up and look you square in the eyes. "Welcome to the second part of your reprogramming. This is where we establish the rules, your role in this harem, punishments and rewards. The first fact you will come to understand is this is your home. Your name is "it". You will never leave this home. Do you understand?" You look at me, your eyes begin to tear up as you slowly nod yes. "You tried to leave your home earlier "it", you will be punished for that. Now, tell me why you're being punished "it"?"

Your mind races, you know why, he just said it, so why is he asking me? You slowly open your mouth, beginning to speak carefully, "I am...." Your head flings sideways, your cheek burning, your eyes blur as tears fill your eyes. "You are "it", not her, not she, not I. You are an object. Do I make myself clear?" You hear the firm, raspy voice state. You nod your head yes frantically.  "It tried to leave the house, that is why it is being punished" you manage to utter.

"Good" I say as I stand up and walk behind you. Looking at the belts along the wall determining which one I should use. I pick out a worn, black leather belt about two inches wide. A nice, thick leather belt that leaves wonderful marks. I double the belt over, picking out a target on your exposed ass, than swing. I hear you scream as the belt makes contact, a deep red welt forming quickly on your exposed skin. "One" I say out loud, winding up to strike again...