Published: Dec 22, 2023
My sixty-eighth caption. This one has some really heavy themes (this is becoming a running thing lately) so consider this a warning. Has themes of mind break, possible identity death, and self harm, and does not have a happy ending.
I also admit, I was partially inspired by DangerousASMR's "Stolen Away by a Sadistic Socialite" roleplay. I highly encourage anyone reading to check out all her stuff, it's some of the best ASMR roleplay on the internet. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n1J8OzrkDEE&ab_channel=DangerousASMR
A guy things he's getting lucky when a beautiful woman notices him in a club and takes him home. Little does he know, she has much bigger plans for him.
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It had all started off seemingly innocent at first. I met her in one of the city’s clubs on night while I was burning away my paycheck for that week. She immediately caught my eye, wearing a long, flowing white dress that made her stick out from the rest of the crowd. While all eyes in the club were drawn to her, she focused on one person and one person alone the whole night. Me. Even though I knew I was way out of my league with a girl like her, she continued to devote all her interest in me and no one else. I even tried being modest, telling her I was just some working-class guy with no future outside of warehouse work and nothing else. She seemed offended by this, instead telling me that I was far too good-looking to be working in some dusty warehouse. She put her hand under my chin as she spoke, putting me into some kind of intense trance with her enchanting, pretty eyes.
Before I knew it, I was in her expensive apartment, not entirely sure how I got there to begin with. She continued to give me drinks which I happily accepted, unable to believe my luck. I had never imagined in a million years I’d get noticed my a woman like this. She sat down across from me, asking me all sorts of questions about myself, what I did, where I grew up, everything. Even as the questions grew increasingly more personal and somewhat invasive, I couldn’t stop myself from answering everything she asked me. Finally, an hour or so later, she put down her champagne glass and sat next to me, looking deep into my eyes. It was then she explained that she wanted me to stay here with her. I blindly accepted, too drunk to say no.
Thinking this was the moment I’d get a once-in-a-lifetime score with a total babe, I was shocked as she suddenly secured a thick collar around my neck with a short, red leash attached to it. I had a brief moment of hesitation before she put her hand under my neck again, looking deeply into my eyes. “I’m so happy you accepted my offer, pet.” She spoke in a melodic voice as smooth as velvet as she continued to focus on my eyes. “You’re going to love your new life here with me. I’ll shelter you, feed you, wash you, and care for you always. You will be my docile little puppy… with a little time.”
Thus began my new life as my Mistress’s loyal pet, a new permanent addition to her lavish apartment. Things started off poorly as I tried and failed several times to refuse Mistress’s commands and even escape, but I always ended up back in my little room, hidden behind a bookshelf in her bedroom, the moment she met my eyes. I made Mistress so sad those first few months. I think Mistress had a degree in… behavioral therapy or something, and she used her skills to slowly break down my old barriers, slowly making me more docile, agreeable, and dependent on her for everything. After most of my mind had been broken down, my “Time of Transformation” finally arrived. The first, and last time, Mistress took me out of the apartment, she brought me to some hospital where I was surrounded by doctors who did all sorts of things to me. I was there for so long, my body being cut and operated on, giving me more feminine features as chemicals and drugs were pumped into my body the whole duration.
My Mistress was there the whole time, watching my Transformation with the same fascination a little girl would express seeing her broken doll be stitched back together. By the time I returned home with my Mistress, she put a mirror in front of me, telling me how perfect, cute, and loveable I was. I was unrecognizable from my former self. I looked like a small, petite woman now, and based on the pains I felt below that eventually faded away, I was woman in more than looks alone. This moment caused a brief break in my conditioning, causing me to scream as I attempted to bash my head on a nearby wall. This genuinely seemed to surprise Mistress, and as she tried to stop me from harming myself, I tried to bite her due to my newfound, animalistic conditioning. I wish so much that I could go back and stop my former self from doing what I did, but that time had come and gone long ago.
Mistress didn’t take any chances with me after that point, having me put into restrictive gear and even going so far as to have a custom-made muzzle built just for me. Whenever Mistress wasn’t around, she kept me secured to the walls of my little room, unable to hurt myself or escape from my new, perfect home. My conditioning was increased and paired with the use of various drugs, most of them psychedelics, and after a few more months, my personality had been broken down and reduced to such a point that I couldn’t even remember my old name anymore. I was just Mistress’s pet. My puppy-like persona had completely overshadowed anything I once was, leaving me as a panting, drooling mess whenever she was simply near me.
“Its good to see you, my pet.” She welcomed, hanging her coat up on the wall as she walked over, putting her hand under my muzzle. “I have some news! Today marks the one-year anniversary of you joining me here! I have a lovely meal planned out. Would you like some, my pretty puppy?”
“Yes Mistress!” I nodded dramatically, panting like a dog as I felt my heart soar. Her eyes meeting my own were like pure ecstasy to my heart.
Without any further delay, she unhooked me from the wall, leading me into her dining room. It was quite rare that I ever got to sit next to my Mistress, and I felt like I was floating on a cloud just thinking of getting to eat alongside her. I was surprised as she removed the muzzle from my face.
“Can I trust you to behave for me, my pet?” She asked as I suddenly felt slightly scared. After all this time, my muzzle had become an item of safety, something that I wore because Mistress knew what was best for me. “Don’t be afraid, puppy. You are in no danger. You’re safe with Mistress.”
I sat down in the chair next to Mistress, still a little nervous as she brought out what she called “Beef Tenderloin Tartare with Anchovy-Cornichon Vinaigrette”. I had no idea what it was, but it tasted scrumptious as Mistress fed me bites off of my own plate between eating her own. Even when doing something as simple as eating food, Mistress was absolutely breathtaking. I couldn’t believe I was so lucky to be her one and only pet.
“I see you enjoyed that little dish, puppy.” Mistress said, putting her hand under my chin again and looking deeper into my eyes. “I do have a… confession to make, my pretty pet. I lied earlier when I said this was the only surprise. This was only one-half of what I have tonight… if you want it.”
“Yes, please Mistress! I want it!” I begged, doing my best to keep still in the chair despite how badly I wanted to roll around on the floor in excitement.
“Quite the greedy thing, aren’t you? Heheh…” She remarked, sounding rather amused. “Very well. First a bath, then to my bedroom, my little pet.”
After a nice, hot bath free of my usual restraints, we quickly returned to Mistress’s bedroom. I was shocked as she began removing her clothes in front of me, sending my heart into overdrive as she revealed herself to me in full as I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with my puppydog eyes. Like something out of my wildest dreams, she began to pleasure me in ways I never could have imagined, cementing me as her loyal pet forever and ever.