Sasha Pt 02

SIX WEEKS LATER

"Slave, recite Mantra One."

"Yes Sasha."

As I had been taught, I placed my right hand with my palm open over my heart to show my love - and my left hand with my fist closed over my locked cock to obscure my irrelevant manhood.

"I am unworthy. My only value is in service. I love and serve Sasha. I show my love for Sasha through my service. Service arouses me, however my cage keeps me chaste and yielding..."

I breathed harder, feeling the stifled arousal burn deep within in me. I felt the hard wood of Sasha's floor under my naked knees. I'd spent far more nights here than my own apartment in the last month, and I was never allowed clothing in here.

"Go on slave..." I heard.

"...my cock is broken. It will never again get hard for pussy. If I am offered pussy, I will become scared and uncomfortable. Only service arouses me."

"Good." I heard

The sound of Sasha's footsteps could be heard clicking as she approached.

She knelt down next to me. I kept looking forward resolutely until told otherwise.

I felt her breath on my ear.

"The cage around your cock keeps you chaste, but it's the chains I have locked around your heart that bind you hardest."

"...yes Sasha." I agreed emphatically.

"Do you love me slave?"

"With all my heart Sasha." I replied, breathing harder still.

"Why?"

"You made it impossible not to." I responded.

I heard Sasha laugh softly.

The last six weeks flashed through my mind. Conditioning and brainwashing sessions where she spoke for hours, programming my responses as she used her body, smell and taste as tools weapons.

"If you'd just been a normal person and shown me respect, and treated me like a human and not something to wank over I wouldn't have turned you into this."

I remained still. I hadn't been told to move and I hadn't been asked a question.

"It usually takes me a lot longer to do this to someone, and it's usually indirect and they don't know I'm even doing it until it's too late."

I felt my cock stir slightly.

"Haha...it took my University Professor an entire academic year before he realised his penis no longer worked for sex."

I shivered again. I still hadn't been told to move.

"All those conversations we had about respect and service, it didn't take long before he was on my social media masturbating over me too."

Sasha moved in front of me and took out her hard penis, toying with it absentmindedly.

"He wasn't a bad man, but it didn't take me long to find out he had cheated on his wife in the past. At that point I decided to destroy his life."

She knelt down again in front of me and locked eyes.

"Years later and he still serves me. Still pays me. And most importantly, he doesn't fuck anymore. He'll never fuck again."

I held my pose.

She smiled.

"Limp dicks stay faithful."

Tears welled in my eyes as her's darkened.

"Mantra Four. Now."

I began speaking, the words flowed out like water.

After six weeks of daily reinforcement I had learned all ten mantras by heart. Sasha was clearly an expert at manipulation, anytime I'd become difficult she'd held a sweaty sock or her cum soaked panties to my face to tranquilize me and get me back on track. The few times early on I'd told her to fuck off the threat of blackmail had brought me back.

I remembered one night licking her armpit as she placed headphones on me.

"Would you like to fuck me slave?"

Her question snapped me out of my recitation. I had been asked a question I must answer.

"No Sasha. Slaves do not fuck."

After six weeks of near-constant chastity I doubted I could perform even without her incessant gaslighting. Other than a weekly supervised cleaning session, I hadn't been out of the cage since the day of my enslavement. My cock was a constant uncomfortable, leaky mess.

"Correct." she replied. "Now I have a new task I wa..."

KNOCK KNOCK.

"Ah." she said looking at the door and then to her watch. "I sometimes lose track of time when I'm fixing someone. Excuse me slave, stay kneeling with your eyes closed until told otherwise."

"Yes Sasha." my eyes closed automatically. I felt how tightly they were shut. I knew I could open them, but I was certain I wouldn't. I loved Sasha too much to disobey.

My mind was quiet and warm, but the surprise of what I heard next brought me out of my trance-like state.

"Well hello Emma, come in."

"Yes Sasha." I heard a charmingly posh female voice reply. As rich as it sounded, it was also felt somwehat muted.

"Face the corner."

"Yes Sasha." the girl replied.

"David, open your eyes and stand and turn to face me."

"Yes Sasha." I replied.

Even in my mindfucked haze, I was surprised to see Sasha stood next to a petite sandy haired girl who stood at attention facing into the corner of Sasha's apartment.

"David, this slave is called Emma. Emma here was not the first woman I ever enslaved, but she is the one I enjoyed breaking the most."

I saw Emma shiver but hold her position.

"Emma here was a raging transphobe, talking shit on social media about how trans people are disgusting and shouldn't be allowed near children and yadda yadda." Sasha continued, placing her hand gently on Emma's pert bumcheek.

Emma mewed softly.

"...built up quite the following on Twitter, didn't you slut?"

"Yes Sasha." Emma cried, arching her back as Sasha ran her finger under the girls' t-shirt.

"Emma of course, like all repressed transphobes had a secret desire to suck t-girl dick. Something she's become quite good at."

I watched dumbly. This was so fucking hot. How had Sasha gotten this much power over this girl? I could only see Emma from behind but she was clearly an attractive young woman.

"Emma, whilst facing the wall explain to David how you came to be here."

"Yes Sasha." Emma replied. "Through my Twitter I promoted my blog on the need to keep trans activists from holding positions in schools. I'm a teacher myself. About 18 months ago, Sasha contacted me and asked if she could help me. As a Trasnwoman herself, she explained how she feared the way activists behaved in indoctrination of children."

I was fascinated, even my aching knees couldn't distract from this.

"We arranged a meeting at a cafe round the corner to interview Sasha for my blog. It went really well, Sasha had a very sensible position on trans rights, and why we should let activists teach in school. I still disagreed with her on some things though, so we came back here after the interview for some drinks."

Emma still faced completely into the wall, allowing Sasha to handle her ass and stroke her back without issue. A tamed animal.

"But it was all a trick. She had lied to me to get me in this position. I was really attracted to Sasha, and when she opened a bottle of wine and we'd had a few glasses I started to relax."

I swallowed, listening intently.

"After four glasses, Sasha stood up over me as I sprawled on the couch and pulled down her skirt. I saw her dick, bobbing in the air. I wanted it. I wanted her."

Sasha smiled, gently rubbing Emma's

back.

"Sasha fucked my face. She made me

beg for it." Emma continued, breathing a little harder. "She dominated me and I just melted. I fell in love that day."

"Good girl." Sasha said. "Stay there."

Sasha walked slowly over to me.

"That was 18 months ago. Since then, Emma comes to see me several times a week to continue her re-education."

Sasha reached me and stood next to me.

"Her fall was much slower, she didn't know she was being programmed at first. She just thought she was getting into a naughty relationship."

I was fixated on Emma, staring into the corner.

"She learned to see my position on everything eventually, especially on why she must never have sex with a man again. Why a man must never touch her."

Sasha looked back at Emma.

"Oh and what was your other life rule now Emma, remind me?"

"Yes Sasha. I...I must never breed. I am a service animal now, not a woman."

"Correct. Animals don't wear clothes Emma."

"Yes Sasha." Emma replied.

Emma began to strip.

Sasha reached out and gently brushed the side of my face, turning my head to face her.

"She's a good pet now. When she's not working for me, earning me money she sucks my dick and every now and then I cum inside her before sending her out to run errands."

I breathed faster, but held my position staring into Sasha's gorgeous brown eyes.

"Now, this brings me back to the new task I want you to help me with." she continued.

"You might enjoy this task as it involves someone I know you find attractive, not that your dick responds that way anymore." she laughted. "Are you ready to hear you new task?"

"Yes Sasha."

The words were automatic.

"Our boss Rachel. It turns out her husband is a transphobe too."

I blinked.

"At first, I thought about doing to him what's been done to you. But then I thought, Rachel's tolerated his views long enough so I'm going to take her instead."

I listened intently as she spoke.

"I have a plan that involves both you and Emma."

I swallowed again. I liked Rachel, I'd masturbated over her before. I had a thing for tall dark haired Scottish women, and even in her mid-40s she was still hot.

That being said, I'd betray her in an instant for Sasha.

"Emma come here and stand beside David." Sasha shouted, not even bothering to look behind her.

"Yes Sasha."

The pretty naked girl arrived next to me. My cock didn't twitch at all. I was completely limpdicked.

"Good." said Sasha, moving to stand in front of us.

"Now, here's what we're going to do."