Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Day 15 of keeping the slave under wraps. He’s wriggling a lot more with his new plug. It’s not quite as long, but is a bit wider, which seems to press against his prostate more, if the amount of stickies in his diaper is any indication. He’s learning to control his gag reflex with the larger penis gag. After a few more days of bedrest and hypnosis, he should be ready to be pimped. Let’s go ahead and get the waitlist set up.

When I took the job as her personal assistant, I knew she had a reputation as being difficult to work for.

She had told me herself that there would be long hours and that she expected a high level of attention.

And slowly, things started to change. While she was constantly demanding, constantly pushing, there was the occasional bit of praise.

Oddly, instead of being upset, I found myself hunting for those bits. Pushing myself more and more to please her. Until I found myself needing to.

And that was how she slowly worked her way into my mind.

She has made me so much more than her personal assistant, now. And so much less.

I work from home now.

Her home.

I am at her beck and call. The hours are long. Including nights. Including weekends. In fact, 24/7.

But I don't mind. She does the thinking for me, now. I no longer need to dress for work. In fact, I no longer need to dress at all.

And the rewards are endless.

On my knees.

At her feet.

Spiraling into the Void...