Story
Brainwashing
Leather
BDSM
Financial ruin/gold digging
Homewrecking
Watersports/peeing
Religious removal/ ex-christian
Femdom, Female domination
Manipulation
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his new girlfriend.
She was perfect, yet all his friends were down on her.
They all kept saying how happy he’d been with his ex-fiancée. How much they had loved each other.
Why couldn’t they see how perfect Victoria was?
They kept asking him why he’d quit his band, right when they signed a record deal.
Wasn’t it obvious? To spend more time with Victoria.
They kept asking him why he sold the family home.
Because Victoria didn’t like it. Wasn’t that reason enough?
Even his best friend had had the gall to call Victoria a gold-digger.
Well, if his friends couldn’t see how awesome Victoria was, then he didn’t need friends.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his new girlfriend.
She was perfect, yet his family were all down on her.
Why couldn’t they see how perfect Victoria was?
They just kept harping on about his ex-fiancée. How it had been a week before the wedding when he met Victoria, and instantly knew she was perfect.
Heck, he didn’t remember his ex-fiancée’s name most of the time.
She didn’t matter, not like Victoria mattered.
She wasn’t perfect, not like Victoria.
Even his parents said he was spending his money too quickly.
But he had to please Victoria.
Why couldn’t they see that?
Well, if his family couldn’t see how awesome Victoria was, then he didn’t need family.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his new girlfriend.
She was perfect, yet his financial advisor was down on her.
He kept saying he shouldn’t be emptying his trust fund and selling his stocks.
He kept saying, at the rate he was going, he wouldn’t be rich much longer.
But he had to please Victoria.
Why couldn’t he see that?
Well, if his advisor couldn’t see how awesome Victoria was, then he didn’t need an advisor.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his new girlfriend.
She was perfect, yet his therapist was down on her.
She kept saying the craziest things.
That he was acting out of character.
That he was acting recklessly.
That he seemed almost, brainwashed, in how loyal and obedient he had become to his precious Victoria.
But Victoria was perfect.
Victoria was smarter than him.
Victoria knew what was best for him.
Victoria was his everything.
Why couldn’t his therapist see that?
Well, if his therapist couldn’t see how awesome Victoria was, then he didn’t need therapy.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his new girlfriend.
She was perfect, yet his family doctor was down on her.
Doc kept saying the whip marks, bruises, and chaffing from the chains were signs of excessive BDSM play.
But Victoria loved to abuse him.
And Victoria was so far above him, how could he think of resisting?
Why couldn’t his doctor see that?
Well, if his doctor couldn’t see how awesome Victoria was, then he didn’t need doctors.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his new girlfriend.
She was perfect, but he kept having weird dreams.
Dreams of spirals, and a swinging watch, and a faint voice, just beneath the edge of hearing.
But Victoria told him to ignore it.
And Victoria was so powerful, how could he question her?
Well, if his dreams didn’t worship Victoria, then he didn’t need dreams.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his new girlfriend.
Something about their threesomes.
He had always dreamed of threesomes, but with another woman, not a man.
He also ended up just watching sometimes, and was that technically a threesome?
But Victoria told him it was perfectly normal.
And Victoria was so superior, how could he think of questioning her?
Well, if his idea of a threesome didn’t match Victoria’s, then he didn’t need ideas.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his new outfits.
Leather had never been his thing. Yet now he was wearing all kinds of it.
Not just any old leather, fetishwear, which he’d never been into at all.
But Victoria liked it.
Well, if his sexual fantasies differed from hers, then he didn’t need fantasies.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his new mantra.
He’s never really thought that ‘obedience is pleasure.’
‘Submission is bliss,’ was not really his vibe.
And ‘service is divine’ felt off somehow.
But Victoria decreed it.
Well, if his old mantras differed from those she gave him, then he didn’t need his own mantras.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his new Mistress.
He’d always been too proud to call a woman something like that.
But Mistress insisted.
Well, if his pride went against his Mistress’s wishes, then he didn’t need pride.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his new Mistress.
He’d never even heard of poppers before he met her.
Now he was hooked on them, and he hated the idea of being an addict.
He’d always been clean of any manner of substances.
Well, if his abstinence defied his Mistress, then he didn’t need abstinence.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his new Mistress.
He’s always considered his ass off limits.
But now, he was wearing a butt plug and getting pegged by his Mistress’s strap-on.
Well, if his limits on his ass displeased his Mistress, then he didn’t need limits on his ass.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his new Mistress.
Something about the strange music she made him listen to.
He’d always hated techno.
And the lyrics were too soft to even understand.
But now, he was listening to her mix through headphones, for hours at a time.
Well, if his taste in music was unworthy of Mistress Victoria, then he didn’t need taste in music.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his amazing Mistress.
He’d always consider himself too normal to wear a leather collar and chain.
Even when ordered he had hesitated, and been slapped repeated for his obstinance.
For a moment, it had felt wrong. Then he realized he felt wrong because he had failed his Mistress.
It would take a while to get used to.
Well, if his normalcy angered Mistress Victoria, then he didn’t need normalcy.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his Mistress’s threesomes.
He’s always considered himself a pure heterosexual.
But now, their threesomes were involving him sucking cock and getting fucked.
But sometimes, Mistress also ended up just watching and giving orders, and was that technically a threesome?
Well, if his heterosexuality went counter to Mistress Victoria, then he didn’t need to be straight.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about being a human toilet.
He’s always been disgusted with the idea of being pissed on.
Now it was an almost daily occurrence.
But Mistress Victoria needed to pee, and she liked peeing on her sub, even if it disgusted him.
Well, if his disgust made him question his Mistress, then he didn’t need disgust.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his Goddess.
He was raised a devout Protestant.
To venerate anyone but God or Jesus equally to him was a sin.
And Christianity told him he would go to Hell.
Well, if Christ opposed Goddess Victoria, then he didn’t need Christ.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about his finances.
Signing over a power of attorney to someone else seemed… risky.
He’d always been risk averse with money.
Well, if Goddess wanted more power over him, then he didn’t need to be risk averse.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about being a slave.
Something about the term seemed, debasing.
He’d never thought of himself as a slave.
His sense of identity was something entirely different.
Well, if Goddess wanted a new slave, then he didn’t need a sense of identity.
Something was nagging at him.
Something about things nagging at him.
His Goddess had decreed he would no longer think for himself.
That he would surrender his free will forever.
Well, if Goddess wanted her slave to be her obedient toy forever, then he didn’t need free will.
Just like I planned.
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