The Things Done to Me

Author's Note: The following story contains themes of mind control, incest (cousin, non-blood related), and nonconsent. All characters are above the age of 18. I want to thank my wife for editing and my friend Ann for her encouragement.

Persephone listened at Vince's door in the bathroom. She only heard the soft sounds of his breathing and the gentle tick of his old windup alarm clock. A small smile raised the corners of her mouth as if she feared a full grin might wake him. She crept back over to her side of the jack and jill bathroom and carefully closed the door.

It was just last night that he had knocked at the start of one of her sessions. She had scrambled to turn off the video and cover herself, despite remembering a moment later that he would never enter her room unless invited. She wanted to make sure that he was fast asleep before she began.

Her heart raced, and her sex dampened her panties as she lept into her bed and used the remote control to turn on the television. She slapped herself in between her legs and savored the sting before reaching for the tablet. Persephone slapped her sex again before bringing the tablet to life with a touch of her finger. Then, she opened Master Krysolov's latest email.

Submissive Persephone,

"Submissive Persephone?!" she scoffed. Even as she said the words aloud, a part of her noted how easy those words rolled off her tongue and how appropriate it felt. "Okay. I guess I'm Submissive Persephone," she said with a smile.

The link below is a new downloadable video crafted just for you. You will watch the whole video at least once per day, yes? You will use either your vibrator wand or your dildo while masturbating to this video, and you will alternate between the two. You may choose to use both at the same time. You will also use nipple clamps and a well-lubed butt plug while masturbating. You will start with the lowest tension on the nipple clamps and the smallest-sized butt plug. As you get used to the tension on the nipple clamps and the size of the butt plug, you will increase the tension and the size of the butt plug you are using.

Every morning when you shower, you will use the anal beads three times on yourself, inserting as many as is comfortable before pulling them out. Every day after your shower, you will insert the ben wa balls into your pussy. You will keep them there until you masturbate to the video in the evening, yes?

'Wow,' she thought to herself, 'that's a lot of toys to use all at once. I've never used any of them.' Persephone bit her lip and sighed. 'Maybe there's a how-to section on Sluttube...'

You will record yourself watching the video at least once and send it to me. We will not publicly share this video. This video will be used as proof that you are following my instructions; confirmation that your mind is open, your body is willing, and your heart is obedient.

Persephone's eyes bulged at the thought of doing this, but then she read the last line: "...your mind is open, your body is willing, and your heart is obedient." Something in her clicked in her mind and, instead of fear, her sex twinged with excitement.

You will let me know if any instruction is unclear, yes?

Master Krysolov.

"Yes," she mumbled.

She clicked the download link to her new video then opened the Sluttube website. Persephone sighed in response to the new message that was waiting and opened the message.

Dear SkardGRL2020,

Based on your lack of reply, I suspect I hit a sore spot in my last message. If so, I apologize. I am honest in my concern for the safety of those new to the BDSM community. However, I respect that you have the right to make your own decisions and won't reach out to you again unless you contact me first. My offer to help you in any way is still on the table.

Sincerely,

Wolfheart.

'He's so polite and respectful,' she thought. For a moment, Persephone wondered if he was even capable of being a Dom because he seemed so accommodating. She shook her head; this wasn't why she had come to the website.

She spent the next hour watching women masturbate using sex toys and how-to videos on sex toys. The how-to videos seemed straightforward enough, but the porn always made Persephone's eyes bulge in sympathetic pain as women used the toys and seemingly enjoyed them. Of course, they used consistently more massive, more powerful, and more brutal versions of the toys she had at her disposal. She had found the idea of being flogged with a cat-o-nine-tails more pleasant.

She tried the vibrator wand on herself at the lowest setting and found that the lowest setting was almost intolerably strong. At ten inches, the dildo looked longer and thicker than any man she had seen in person. It was intimidating, so she decided to save it for later. The nipple clamps painfully crushed her large nipples even though they were on the lowest setting. The first anal plug was the least threatening and, once lubed, popped into her without problems. The other anal plugs, however, were increasingly frightening.

Persephone positioned herself in the middle of her bed and checked the downloading video. Only a few minutes left. She wondered what was taking so long, as the previous video was so quick. She put on her headphones, sat the wand in her lap, and waited, staring at the television screen displaying her computer desktop. The stainless steel butt plug felt heavy inside her, and her nipples ached as the clamps pinched them. Finally, she heard the chime that indicated the download finished, and she opened the video and brought it up to full-screen.

When I cum, I accept this truth

Only the background static and a gentle thumping in her head accompanied the

phrase she echoed. The vibrator wand buzzed happily between her legs. She already felt an orgasm rising within her like a flooding river against a dam.

I do this to myself

A wave of sound crashed against her ears as a chorus of voices, her voice, filled her consciousness. Persephone's first thought was to the last words she heard her ex-husband speak to her; 'You did it to yourself, Sephie.' She felt like her soul was crushed by the sadness and anger she felt upon hearing those words. She felt a pang of pain in the center of her heart as emotional wounds that not yet healed ripped back open. And yet, the video did not relent.

I do this to myself

the voices repeated, and Persephone dutifully echoed them as tears rolled down her cheek. And again, she repeats

I do this to myself

as her heart breaks just a little more.

When I cum, I accept this truth

I do this to myself... I do this to myself... I do this to myself...

When I cum, I accept this truth

Her eyes locked on the screen. The letters shifted through a rainbow of colors, and faint images of bound women flogged, struck with a riding crop, or hit with a switch played behind the words in the black background. Persephone flinched with each strike. Her chest tightened just a little with each repetition of that phrase.

When I cum, I accept this truth

I do this to myself... I do this to myself... I do this to myself...

CUM

The bold letters on the screen flashed through contrasting colors, and her amplified voice collided with her consciousness, breaking the dam that held back her orgasm. It crashed down on her and caused her whole body to vibrate in time with her wand. Her ass gripped then released the butt plug repeatedly, creating waves of pleasure that only strengthened the tidal wave that rocked her body. As she lurched forward, the nipple clamps reminded her of their presence, causing a slight ache to ripple across her breast.

Something in her mind cracked. Persephone repeated in her mind, 'I did this to myself,' as moments from the last three months replayed like a bad movie. 'I deserve this,' she thought. 'All of this is my fault. Please punish me.'

It stopped. A new phrase replaced the flashing word. Persephone struggled to catch her breath and continued to stare at the screen. The wand continued to vibrate between her legs, and her mind went blank.

Obedience is Easy. Discipline is Simple.

Persephone panted while mumbling the words. Each syllable was emphasized by the swelling sound of voices - her voice. She saw new sex scenes come into focus as colors bled through the black background. A woman was tied up and choked while she was fucked relentlessly, while another had a vibrator wand, like the one she had, pressed against her sex while being flogged. Her heart races as she identified with the women in the videos.

Obedience is Peace. Discipline is Harmony.

She felt her sexual arousal intermixed with a peaceful urge to obey. Any discipline would bring her into harmony with her master. It sunk into her mind as a feeling of bliss washed over her. The light thumping in the center of her head served to calm and focus her. The words seeped into her consciousness. It

was

peaceful to just obey. Accepting the discipline of others

was

harmony. No thought was needed.

Obedience is Pleasure. Discipline is Love.

Her whole body seemed to relax. Her nipples radiated a delicious pain, and her sex was sore from the relentless vibrations of the wand. The pain and soreness helped her focus on the pleasure overwhelming her body as she drifted into euphoria. The steel butt plug felt strangely delicious in her ass. She was still shuddering from her last orgasm as the next one was building.

Obedience is Easy. Discipline is Simple.

Obedience is Peace. Discipline is Harmony.

Obedience is Pleasure. Discipline is Love.

These phrases were Truth. So easy. So simple. Obedience led to pleasure, while discipline was an act of love. Her heart swelled with love - a much-needed love that she hadn't felt for a long time. She felt like she was on the precipice of understanding, just as she was reaching the precipice of orgasm.

Obedience is Easy. Discipline is Simple.

Obedience is Peace. Discipline is Harmony.

Obedience is Pleasure. Discipline is Love.

These ideas were being ground into her consciousness, pushed deep within her very identity. They would be her reality long after this video had ended. She had fully accepted her role as a submissive - embraced it fully.

Master owns this mind. Master owns this body. Master owns this heart.

The new words hit her mind like a sledgehammer. As they did, light poured around the seams of the bathroom door. Her mind was too blank to respond. The video utterly consumed her.

I do this to myself. When I cum, I accept this truth.

CUM

_____________

Persephone's eyes fluttered open. She looked around and caught a glimpse of her clock, which glowed an angry red. 11:11 am. The television was still turned on and displayed her desktop. Blue light shone from a single dot on her webcam, perched on the sofa table under her wall-mounted flat-screen TV.

"Huh. I didn't turn you on..." Persephone muttered. She picked up her tablet and opened the controls to her webcam, then turned it off. She then looked to see if anything was recorded but found nothing. She struggled to remember what happened last night.

With a deep breath, she pushed herself out of bed and groaned as her legs rubbed against her sore over-used sex. An embarrassing amount of her cum soaked into the sheets, leaving a large wet spot in the center of her bed. Her sex was tender. She reached around to feel if the butt plug was still embedded in her, but it had been removed, as had the nipple clamps. Still, her nipples ached, and her ass felt highly sensitive.

She grabbed her stainless steel anal beads and lube from across the room then went into the bathroom. "I'm using the bathroom and taking a shower," she yelled towards Vince's door.

"Okay," he responded.

She placed the beads into the sink and ran hot water over them to warm them. Then she locked the three bathroom doors. "I think we're alone now," she sang, "There doesn't seem to be anyone around. I think we're alone now. The beating of our hearts is the only sound..."

Persephone stopped and realized that she was singing her and Mark's song. Her heart dropped into her stomach as a pang of sadness. She shook her head and pushed through the heartache.

She turned off the water, took the anal bead from the sink, and slathered them with lubricant. With one leg propped on a bench, she inserted the beads one by one. Each was a little larger than the first and entered her with a gentle press against the bead. Her ass enveloped them, causing a strange fullness inside of her. With each bead that her ass accepted, she could feel the other beads shift around it.

She reached the fifth bead and found that she barely accepted it. Her ass was spasming, ready to push that bead out of her body. It felt strangely good being so full. Slowly, Persephone pulled the beads out, savoring the sensation of each bead being gripped and then let go by her ass. She whimpered as her sex dampened with slick fluid.

She repeated this twice more, each time becoming more aroused. By the last bead, her juices were trickling down her leg. Her ass felt opened and empty. With a sigh, she started her shower.

"Obedience is Easy. Discipline is Simple," Persephone said as the water poured over her body. "Obedience is Peace. Discipline is Harmony. Obedience is Pleasure. Discipline is Love. I do this to myself."

With those last five words, a new depth of sadness hit her. She didn't know why she needed to say them or what prompted her to say them. The first six statements were pleasurable to speak aloud, but the last one was like a punch to the gut.

She finished her shower, dried off, and inserted the two steel ben wah balls. The instant

clink

of the balls inside of her seemed to create a vibration throughout her sex. Persephone tried to keep them inside herself, and they clinked together again.

"I'm going to need a panty liner," she sighed.

_____________

Vince watched as Persephone left her bedroom wearing pajama bottoms and a matching top. He immediately turned off the television and watched as she gingerly walked towards the kitchen. "We need to talk," he said.

"Can I make some coffee first?" she asked.

"It's almost noon," he pointed out.

"Well, I don't have work, so -"

"Neither do I on a Sunday," Vince said, "it's still not normal to sleep almost until noon."

"Well, you're just going to have to wait until I make some coffee," she insisted as she opened the refrigerator door.

Vince got up and walked over to the kitchen. "I'm worried about you."

"I slept in. What's the big deal?" Persephone deflected. She took out a container of coffee and her vanilla-flavored cream, then turned to the coffee maker.

"Besides that and the fact that you've worn nothing but pajamas for the past week?"

"You should see what I sleep wearing! Or rather what I don't wear..." she said with a smirk as she tried to separate one filter from the others.

"I'm trying to be serious," Vince said. "I've heard your voice at night every day for the past week. At first, I thought it was phone sex -"

Her eyes flashed with anger as she turned to him. "Yes," she interrupted. "Not that it's any of your business, but it was phone sex."

"Last night, I heard what you were chanting," he continued. He clenched his jaw as she stared at him defiantly and said nothing. Then she turned away.

"That's none of your business..." she muttered.

"No? You were saying some pretty strange things, Sephie. Seriously - tell me what's going on. Help me understand. I promise not to judge you!"

"NO! Just leave me alone, Vince!" she yelled. Persephone turned away from him, ran back into her bedroom, and slammed the door.

"You're acting like a teenager," he said to the space where she had stood, "and you're walking funny."

Vince turned and walked to his bedroom and sat in front of his work computer. He opened up an email and hit the 'Respond' button.

Dear Master Krysolov,

As I've stated before, I use VPN and route all of my communications through a secure email server. But seeing as you are insistent on iron-clad security, I have added additional encryption software to my systems. Also, I am ready to provide you with an offshore bank account number if I should choose to purchase from you.

I'm eager to see your inventory, and I'm prepared to meet with you as soon as this evening, if possible. I am particularly interested in any unique stock. I have a fetish for the strange and different - particularly facial scars and burns. I'm even willing to wait for such a rarity, should one strike my fancy. I'm just excited to get the process started.

Sincerely,

Master Wolf Heart.

Vince pressed 'Send,' and clicked over to his work email box. He had a new email:

From:

Teleigence International Security Division

To:

Lopez, Vince Caleb

Subject:

Highly Classified Electronic Communication

He sighed and opened the email.

_____________

Persephone frowned as she heard a knock on her bedroom door. "I don't want to talk to you!" she hollered.

"I don't want to talk to you either. I want to give you something," Vince said through the door.

She turned over and looked at the clock. 6:21 pm. Had she slept so much today? Persephone had cried herself asleep but didn't think she would end up sleeping all day. Then she looked up and realized that her television was on, displaying her desktop. Minimized in the taskbar was an instance of the training video. She didn't remember opening it, but she figured she might have done it.

"Well, Sephie? Do you want me to walk in, or are you going to answer your door?" Vince yelled.

"Fuck you," she said.

"I just want to give you one thing - then I'll leave you alone," he said.

"Slide it under the door if it's that important!" she shouted back.

She saw the light coming from under the door darken for a moment before she heard Vince walk away. She pushed herself out of bed and looked at what he had pushed under the door - a generic-looking memory stick. She turned it over in her hand, puzzling over it.

"Fuck it," she said. Persephone took the memory stick and sat down in front of her computer. She opened the memory stick's drive to see a single file - a video. She sighed and double-clicked on the file, then sat back and watched. On the right side of the screen was a blue column, and the left side was black. In the blue column, the following text appeared:

Master_Krysolov:

Greetings Master Wolf-Heart.

Wolf_Heart:

I take it that the funds were all received?

Master_Krysolov:

I'm surprised you managed to arrange the money transfer so quickly. This sum is difficult to move on such short notice.

Wolf_Heart:

I pulled a few strings to get it to happen. I figure the sooner we can get started, the sooner I can have the goods.

Master_Krysolov:

That's absolutely true. Now, I understand you prefer the women that are scarred in some way. We don't normally traffic in damaged goods, but I have one woman we may procure within the next two to three weeks. I think you Americans would say she's a "Butterface." She's lovely from the neck down, but her face was subject to severe burns on one side. Would you like to see her?

Wolf_Heart:

Absolutely. She sounds like exactly what I'm looking for.

Persephone gasped. Her heart felt like it was about to explode, and she couldn't breathe. The blank space to the right was filled with a still image of her, kneeling on her bed, legs open, headphones on, nipple clamps hanging off of her breast, and the vibrator wand between her legs.