Total Submission

The silence was almost deafening as Charlie waited for their owner to arrive. The voice in their head had fallen silent, leaving them with a sense of anticipation and expectation. They had been transformed, reshaped into a being driven by a singular desire: to serve. As they sat in their room, surrounded by the trappings of their former life, Charlie couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment. The clothes, the books, the photos – it all seemed so distant, so irrelevant. The only thing that mattered now was the person who would soon walk through the door. Charlie's eyes were fixed on the entrance, their heart pounding in their chest. They could feel their libido coursing through their veins, a constant reminder of their newfound purpose. They were a sex slave, a being created for one purpose: to please. The door creaked open, and Charlie's eyes locked onto the figure standing in the entrance. They were tall, imposing, and exuded an aura of confidence and control. Charlie's heart skipped a beat as they took a step forward, their body trembling with anticipation. "Hello, Charlie," the figure said, their voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for you." Charlie's response was immediate. They fell to their knees, their head bowed in submission. "I'm ready, owner," they whispered, their voice barely audible. The figure chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "I can see that," they said, their eyes scanning Charlie's body. "You're eager, aren't you?" Charlie nodded, their body trembling with desire. "Yes, owner," they whispered. "I want to serve." The figure took a step forward, their eyes locked onto Charlie's. "I can see that," they repeated. "And you will. Oh, you will serve me well." As the figure reached out and touched Charlie's face, a jolt of electricity ran through their body. They felt a surge of pleasure, a sense of submission wash over them. They knew, in that moment, that they were exactly where they were meant to be. The figure's hand moved down Charlie's face, tracing the line of their jaw. "You're mine now," they said, their voice low and husky. "You'll do as I say, whenever I say it." Charlie nodded, their body trembling with desire. "Yes, owner," they whispered. "I'll do anything." The figure smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "I know you will," they said. "You're mine now. My little sex slave." As the figure's words washed over Charlie, they felt a sense of peace settle over them. They knew that they had found their purpose, their reason for being. They were a sex slave, a being created to serve and obey. And with that knowledge, Charlie felt a sense of freedom. They were no longer in control, no longer responsible for their own actions. They were free to surrender, to give themselves over to the whims of their owner. The figure's hand moved down Charlie's body, tracing the line of their spine. "Let's get started," they said, their voice low and husky. "I have a lot of plans for you." Charlie's response was immediate. They arched their back, their body trembling with desire. "Yes, owner," they whispered. "I'm ready." As the figure's hands moved over their body, Charlie felt a sense of submission wash over them. They were no longer Charlie, no longer a person with thoughts and feelings. They were a sex slave, a being created for one purpose: to serve. And with that knowledge, Charlie felt a sense of peace settle over them. They were exactly where they were meant to be, doing exactly what they were meant to do. They were in a state of total submission, and they knew that they would never be free again.