Time passed.
The process of changing a person takes a while. Often people will
seem
to show changes after just a few days, but these changes are usually short-term, and will revert if treatment is stopped at that point. To really change a person long-term requires constant environmental stimuli which persist for years. The brain starts to rewire itself after about four months of environmental change, but to make those changes permanent takes a lot longer. Fortunately for her cause, Liz was persistent, and Roger no longer had a way to resist her as his will became sublimated to hers. Every hour of every day, he was subjected to constant, overpowering conditioning and brainwashing that would destroy any mental ability of his to resist her will while heightening his physical and emotional dependency on her controlling and using him. Twice every day, every single morning and night, she would use his face to bring her innumerable orgasms. When she had reached the point where she couldn't orgasm anymore, he would beg her to do something humiliating, abusive, and degrading to him, and after he'd begged her hard enough to convince her that he really wanted it, she would gladly oblige. Meanwhile, Roger never experienced a full orgasm; at times, she would jerk him off to the point of orgasm, but she would always stop all stimulation as soon as the cum started to pour out, leaving Roger frustrated and not much more empty than he'd been before.
This state of affairs persisted. It did not stop, and would not stop. Roger lost count of time forever. He had become too stupid to remember or understand much, so much so that Liz finally stopped putting the intelligence-destroying powder in Roger's food. In theory, she could have kept adding it to his food and drink until he reached the point of being mentally handicapped, but that would have been no fun. She wanted him to retain his faculties, to be able to function as a human being; she certainly didn't want a vegetable for a slave. In the time they'd known each other, she'd brought his intelligence down to well below her level. He was still smart enough to function and talk normally, but not nearly as intelligent as her. That was the important thing: for him to recognize that he was always beneath her and would always be beneath her. As long as he remained in that position where she could always defeat him physically, mentally, and emotionally, then there was no need to bring him down any further. Her next step now was not to make him any stupider, but to make sure that what mental capacity he did have left was completely devoted to her. To that end, it was time to make the shift from dumbing down to plain old brainwashing.
It was classical enough in its form. One day, Liz tied Roger to the bed and slipped a pair of headphones over his ears. She'd created an audio file which consisted of her voice, but it wasn't just once instance of her voice; it was a whole cacophony of them, speaking simultaneously until they seemed to blend into one. Liz had recorded herself speaking, whispering, and shouting several different things, including single words like "submit" and "pussy," phrases like "kneel before me" and "destroy your will," and whole sentences like "You are only worthy to be my asslicker" and "I own every thought you have and every action you perform." She had then remixed these sound samples using a computer into a continuous loop that consisted of nothing but different layers of her voice saying these things all on top of each other. It was impossible to listen to them all at once. If Roger ever tried to focus on one instance of her voice saying something, several other voices of Liz would slip into his subconscious without his awareness. Liz kept the computer playing this sound loop 24 hours a day, and Roger never slept without the headphones on, but even when he was awake, whenever Liz wasn't actively doing something with him, Roger would lie on the bed with his limbs tied so that he was unable to move, and the headphones would be on his head, steadily breaking down his concentration and filling his mind full of the thoughts that Liz wanted to fill it with.
Liz wanted to dominate Roger's other senses as well, so she took to putting a pair of her worn underwear over his head when he slept, making sure that the crotch of the underwear was resting on his nose, so that he would be unable to get away from the smell of her vagina and ass. She also pasted several photographs of herself on the ceiling over the bed, so that when Roger would lie in bed, the only thing he would be able to see were the different photos of her. Most of the photos were of her wearing low-cut tops that showed her cleavage, but none of them were sexually explicit. Although Roger was obsessed with her crotch, he was only allowed to see it when it was actually in front of him. These moments when she pressed her vagina or butt to his face became the highlights of his life, the moments he lived for, and the only thing he looked forward to. Most of the rest of his life was spent lying on the bed in full-body brainwashing that took over all of his senses: all he could see were the photographs of his owner, all he could hear was her voices in his ears and in his head, all he could smell was her scent that had been left on the underwear over his face, all he could taste-if he stuck his tongue out-was the residue she had left on that underwear, and all he could feel was the deep-buried reservoir of semen that he had been born with which told him with every throb of his arousal that he would obey Liz. His five senses all ensured that every moment of his life, he would no longer be able to think about anything but her.
Occasionally they would do different things together. For example, a few days after she moved in, Liz showed Roger the camera which she'd hidden behind the dresser. It was actually the camcorder, not a webcam. When Liz had gone upstairs to retrieve her suitcase, she'd removed the webcam and swapped it for a plain old camcorder, which took much higher-quality video but had no ability to stream the video over the Internet. She'd also made the placing of the camcorder a little more visible than the webcam had been, so that Roger would notice it when he was on the bed with his head turned to the side. She had done this to prove to Roger that she knew what he would be doing while she was gone even though she couldn't see him. When she revealed that she'd known he would be showing off his self-degradation on the bed even though she wasn't actually able to watch him on the Internet, she asked triumphantly: "who knows you, bitch?"
"You do, Queen Liz," Roger said in humble submission. "You know me better than I know myself."
"That's right. Don't ever forget it. I decide what you will do and what you will think."
"Of course, Queen Liz. Please do; I need you to do it, since I can't do it for myself."
"Very good. Since you agree, I'd like to take some more time to look through your e-mails."
"My e-mails?"
"Yes, or more specifically, the e-mails which
used
to be yours but are now mine. I noticed you have a lot of history in your account, slave. The mails go back several years."
"Yes, Queen Liz, that's true."
"Why did you keep all of those mails for so long? Some of them are more than ten years old."
"I didn't have any reason to delete them. I guess they just kind of piled up over the years."
"That's good, because now they give me the perfect opportunity to take your past away from you," she said with a smile. "Come with me to my computer. It's time to get some work done."
When they got to the computer, Liz said "Kneel." When Roger obeyed, she led him in front of the computer chair so that he was between the chair and the desk, facing the computer. Then she pulled his hands behind his back and handcuffed them around the base of the chair so that he couldn't move his arms and couldn't get away from the chair behind him. Then she pushed his head backwards so that it rested on the seat of the chair, and sat on his face.
