"Please let me stop.... I beg you." Sarah pleaded. She immediately went back to biting her pillow, trying to suppress her moans as she touched herself. She was completely naked on her bed. She was face down with her ass in the air. Her hand was busy in between her legs.
"Please let me stop, who?" The man asked.
"Please let me stop Master? Let me go." Sarah corrected herself. She couldn't remember why she called this man Master. She couldn't remember most of her day. She just knew that she had to obey. She had been told to push her face into a pillow and show off her pussy. So, she did. It didn't matter that she was exposed. It didn't matter that she couldn't see her surroundings. It didn't matter that she had been in darkness for as long as she could remember.
"Let you go? Well, I'm not restraining you, am I?" He asked mockingly. "In fact, the last time I left you with the program, I went out to get dinner. You could have left. Nothing is stopping you. Do you not remember that you invited me in. You agreed to this. I have a recording. So, tell me, why didn't you leave?"
Sarah felt his hand start groping her breasts. She was not allowed to look up. She simply had to accept it as he touched her body. The worst part was that the more she was touched, the more turned on she became, and the faster she pleasured herself. "No...." Sarah felt a rush of pain as her master slapped her ass.
"No... well maybe you are not ready yet. I might have to return later." The man sounded disappointed.
Sarah felt the man let go of her body and start walking away. "Wait...." She felt so empty now. She needed to be touched. It felt so terrible to not be in the same room as Master. It felt so bad to not be touched by Master. It felt so bad make Master disappointed. "Please stay...."
"Then why can't you leave?" The man started touching Sarah again, a smile appearing on her face for a second.
Sarah swallowed before saying what she had to say. "Because I'm a woman."
"Why does it matter that you are women?" The man asked in a mocking voice once again.
"Women must always obey men." Sarah replied, finally saying it out loud. Those words had been screaming inside her head for hours now.
"Any man?" He asked as a follow up question.
"The unlucky ones. Yes." Sarah explained. Her mind internalizing what women were meant to be. They were meant to be used by any man. All women were horny sluts who couldn't help themselves.
"Are you unlucky?"
"No." Sarah once again stopped herself. Whatever was left of her brain tried fighting back.
"Why not?" The man asked, understanding that if he pushed his slut too much then she might be able to break free again. It was better if she did it herself.
"Because I have a Master." Sarah once again stopped herself.
"What does that mean?"
"That I'm your property, to use as you please. That I only exist to serve you. My every thought should be about pleasing you. My every action should be the one that pleases you most." Sarah felt so free. Saying it made it real. The words finally spilled out of her mind, freeing her from the repetition. She was hoping that once the words left her mind, then her old self could come back. She tried to hold on by visualizing the surrounding room. Her doctorate diploma on the wall, the photo of her and her twin daughters, the ring from her now diseased husband. But it was all for nothing. Her old self was gone. The only thing left was a slut who wanted to obey her master and wanted to please him any way she could.
"Good Girl." The man spanked Sarah. "Now, why do women chose to be property?" He smiled as he looked at his new slut happily touching herself.