It was approx 4 weeks from today that a 33 year old feminist reached out. She is reading this story and I will only divulge details about her that we agreed on. She was an Indian girl living in Canada and wanted just a small dom session. She was sure it won't be addictive even though I told her clearly she will come back for more.

We started talking, established safewords, discussed kinks and limits. I started some of the basic mental associations, breaking the morals in her head slowly. As an example, she thought her books were a big sign of her intelligence. For the next 1 hour she was only allowed to rub her pussy with a book and nothing else.

After edging for an hour she had to go out. I made her do a small hidden sign that she is owned and she went out shopping. I knew she was hooked when 1.5 hours into shopping she couldn't help give me updates.

We picked out clothes for her, something she was used to doing independently since a very young age. They were sluttier than her usual choice.

She made her way over to the make up store and I chose every color I liked.

She came home after a few hours. We talked after a few hours as she wrapped up other things. She dressed up to the T how I told her. I then made her edge herself for 2 hours discussing every nasty kink she had. How her views of the world conflicted with the kinks, as she went deeper into her pussy.

I left her an option to wake up to. Wear a red bra in the morning as a sign of your first submission or just imagine yesterday night as one time game.

In the morning I saw her in a red bra. From there, it was no turning back.

She will read this story I believe in a couple of hours and she has had her plug in for about 2 hours. This will be a sweet reminder what she wanted and what she became.