I wrote this in my journal recently and Master ordered me to..

I wrote this in my journal recently and Master ordered me to post it, so here goes 😅 Erotic fiction story referenced throughout (Warning: VERY disturbing content): https://mcstories.com/AdventuresOfRania/index.html

I read The Adventures of Rania. I started it last night before bed while masturbating. I kept going, in spite of the inc-st and the f-rced enslavement/brainwashing, and climaxed shortly after her brother was killed. I kept reading until I was finished and it was past midnight. I couldn't get rid of the squicky feeling in my gut, and I could't get the images out of my head. I resolved to sleep in and skip a shower/enem@ for the first time in over a week.

At precisely 5:30 I blinked softly awake in the pre-dawn darkness, same as always. I made my way to the bathroom and sat down to relieve myself. As I sat there, the urge to clean my butt in the shower for my own pleasure grew. I was up anyway, after all. Without much else thought, I got into the shower and performed my daily ritual of ablution and enem@.

I put the dildo all the way up my asshole again, almost all 9 inches, just like last time. I fucked myself standing for a moment, then dropped to all fours succumbed by lust. Ass up in the air, head down, right forearm supporting my upper body on the water warmed enameled metal. My left arm worked the dildo in and out, in and out. My ass feels so much fuller in that position. Not tighter, exactly, but more like I feel every inch of the dildo, the head and all the way up and down the shaft, as it slips through. I fucked myself harder, surprised to find no twinges of pain or discomfort. I felt the slow tensing buildup and release of an anal orgasm. Proud of myself, I stepped out of the shower to complete my morning ritual. I didn't skip after all. In the back of my mind, the entire time, Rania was there. I kept going over and over everything that happened to her, every sordid degrading thing, and how helplessly horny she was ALL the time. The squicky feeling was still there though. I went downstairs, without really thinking, to put the laundry in the dryer. I'd fallen behind yesterday.

When Master had time to speak to me, He explained why He liked the story so much. Still skeptical for myself, despite the obvious reaction from my cunt, I accepted. I got high and we went about our day. At about 10:30 I had time to myself. All throughout the morning my thoughts drifted back to poor Rania. I thought about what Master said in His explanation: How so many people try to do what we've done [with brainwashing] and fail, how many people desperately wish they could have what we have. I felt my cunt grow wet and swollen. I felt tingling heat in my lips, a flush spreading across my cheeks and down to my décolletage. The knot of squickiness in my gut began to unwind, and a new sensation blossomed in its place, moving tingling unfurling warmth down into my sacral chakra. My cunt ached with pleasure. The laundry popped into my mind and I thought of Rania, doing menial chores because her body can't help but obey. I rose without thought and glided towards the laundry, the light warm feeling spreading throughout my body in waves from my cunt. My breathing grew heavy. My mind clouded. I could feel the blush staining my cheeks a deeper pink, and my hands moved without my command, pulling laundry from the dryer, transferring more from the washer. The cloud grew thick and luminous, a hazy warm pink drug, and I heard Master's voice echo in my head, clear as day, "That's right. Do the laundry like a good girl."