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Maybe one day, I'll be know as the destroyer of the order, but most likely the destroyer of my own life. I'll put it in a more narrative form, so it's easier to follow.
The master, I'm looking for will follow this despite all my please, despite all my objections. Will sign a legal contract, that puts all my assets to you upon completion, not that you won't want to complete it.
I want to be in the next order of evolution. That which takes women to a natural state that makes us happier, and men more able.
After signing the contract, I resign my job and end all things and wait. I know I'll see you again by the end of the month, but not when. I've sold my car and put in escrow for you when I'm walking to the grocery store. That's when I realize it's happening. A white cargo van drives up aside me and you pull me in, you masked, and putting a bag over my head and in a duffel bag. A camera's filming as you put a o ring in my mouth that will stay for the next month, and force a cup of vodka down my throat. As nausea takes over, I arrive at your place or the seedy motel you chose where a body artist is waiting.
He tattoos a tramp stamp over my ass that says Your Name'S Bitch. Then three piercings in my tounge so that if I ever try to talk it will be stilted, nipple extenders, and my clit where you insert a vibrating egg. Finally, with gaudy whore make-up, dark eyeshadow, rouge, red lips, and overdone lip and eyeliner.
I pass out.
The next morning, when I wake up, you hose me off. I haven't eaten, and I won't for a few days. But being dehydrated from the alcohol, I notice there is only one play to get any water and the one place I get all water and my all liquid diet from now on. Two 12'' dildos that when I suck on, one gives water, and the other gives liquid food. As I try to walk over there, I notice it's a bit difficult. padlocked to my feet are 6'' heels so that I'll never run away and than when finally taken off a few months later, it'll hurt to walk without heels, and weights hanging from my nipple extenders.
Around my neck is a shock collar. These are the only clothes I'll wear for the rest of my life. The only exception is when I go outside in public where you'll permit me to wear a too small white tank top, and a mini skirt.
However, my job is not to look sexy. I'm not a whore, I'm not a slut. I'm a bitch. That's an animal. To my surprise, you let me look revolting with the permanent make up and big saggy tits as you never let me cut my hair, but also never shave. I'm never allowed to speak, as you shock me if I do.
With hypnotism, physically punishment, and brainwashing, my only job is to go into heat which I do automatically everytime I see a man, looking for his crotch. His glorious crotch. And just like a bitch in heat, it will be impossible to stop my thoughts, unable to voice them, and painful when you don't let me. Any children brought in, will be provided to those good unfortuntate families who aren't able to conceive, while I walk around nothing more than a saggy heifer, being milked hourly, as I'm stuck as your bitch for the rest of my life.

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 Age: 18
 Newport Beach, California