No baby you don't get to say the word "horny" anymore. I get final say over your vocabulary and you're going to use the word "tingly" instead. Using the word "horny" will just get you punished. Of course it's infantilizing, that's the point. You get tingly when your owner treats you like a little girl who needs all of her decisions made for her, so you're going to talk like one too. That makes you tingly doesn't it? Of course it does, this is why you need to be trained to be smol and obedient. Now get on your knees and practice using the correct word like a good girl. I can't have my property using words that are inappropriate for her.
little by little, i've conditioned you to become a dumb witted, thoughtless little slut who loves pulling her panties aside for pussy inspections on command. it didn't start this way. you used to hesitate, used to blush and look away. used to need gentle coaxing.
"come here, baby. let me see." you shy at first, embarrassed. but i was patient. consistent. every single day, asking to see. making it routine. normal.
"show me." until it became automatic. until you stopped thinking about it. now i just have to say the words and you're already moving. already reaching down. already pulling your panties to the side without question. no hesitation anymore. no embarrassment. just obedience.
just that empty-headed compliance i've trained into you. watching your brain shut off the moment i give the command. all thoughts disappearing. just spreading your legs and showing me like the good girl you've become. and you love it now. love how simple it is. love not having to think. love just obeying.
getting wet just from hearing "inspection time, angel." your body responding before your brain even processes it. conditioned so perfectly. trained so well.
i'll be across the room and just say "come here, sweetheart. show me." and you're already walking over. already hiking up your skirt or pulling down your pants. already pulling your panties aside and spreading yourself open for me to inspect.
no questions. no thoughts. just automatic obedience. exactly how i trained you. and i love checking my work. love seeing how wet you are just from following commands. love the glazed look in your eyes. love how dumb and pliant you've become.
my perfect, brainless little slut. inspecting you whenever i want. sometimes multiple times a day. sometimes in public when we're out, pulling you into a bathroom. "show me." you obeying instantly. sometimes first thing in the morning. "let me see how wet you got overnight, baby."
you spreading yourself before you're even fully awake. it's become such a part of your routine you don't even remember what it was like before. can't imagine not showing me whenever i ask. your brain has been rewired. conditioned to obey. to display yourself. to be my mindless little slut who pulls her panties aside on command without a single thought.
dollification but not in an objectifying way. not just a toy to be used and discarded, but something precious. something revered, something cherished, something treasured. you take care of me, you bathe me, you clothe me, you comb my hair. you adjust my posture, cross my legs, fold my hands in my lap. you smooth down my dress, arrange my hair, tilt my head just right. i sit pretty, still, quiet, perfect. perfect for you. perfect because i am yours. you look, you admire, you adore. i am loved.
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Sandra blinked slowly. Tina had just said something. She was certain of it.
The words had reached her ears, formed complete sentences, and somehow dissolved before they reached understanding.
"I'm sorry," Sandra said, rubbing at her temple. "Could you repeat that?"
The request came out strangely. Her voice carried an unfamiliar, almost petulant whine.
She frowned.
Where had her usual composure gone?
And, she had forgotten to say please.
That bothered her. Normally, manners came naturally. She prided herself on speaking carefully, especially with people she respected.
Before she could apologize, Tina curtsied.
Sandra stared. The gesture looked absurd. Tina had never curtsied in her life. She had always been stubborn, outspoken, almost aggressively independent. The sort of woman who questioned every instruction before agreeing to it.
Seeing her lower her head with such graceful deference felt profoundly wrong.
Sandra opened her mouth to comment.
Instead, a pleasant warmth stirred somewhere deep inside her. A quiet satisfaction. As though Tina had done exactly what she was supposed to do.
Sandra stiffened.
No. That wasn't right. Why would she...
The thought dissolved into the thick haze clouding her mind. She tried to hold onto it. It slipped away.
Like every other thought today.
Her head felt heavy. Every idea had to push through a dense fog before reaching consciousness.
Tina straightened, hands folded neatly before her.
Her expression remained calm.
"I'm sorry," Sandra repeated. "I think I, " she hesitated.
What had they been discussing? There had been something important.
Tina smiled gently.
"My Princess."
Sandra's heartbeat skipped.
Princess?
She almost laughed.
"I'm not--"
The protest caught in her throat. Something about hearing the title felt comforting. Like it should be natural. Expected even.
Her thoughts lurched again.
A tiny voice somewhere in the back of her mind insisted that nothing about this was normal.
It sounded very far away.
Tina inclined her head once more.
"It's time."
Sandra waited.
Time for what?
The answer arrived a heartbeat later.
"It's time for the Princess Protocol."
The words echoed through the fog surrounding Sandra's thoughts.
Princess Protocol.
She had never heard the phrase before. She was certain of it. Yet the moment Tina spoke it, something inside her responded.
As though a part of her had been waiting, patiently and quietly, for someone to say those exact words.
Sandra's fingers tightened around the armrests of her chair.
"I," she whispered. The room suddenly felt very still. "What is the Princess Protocol?"
Tina's smile widened into an affectionate bow.
"That it's time for the bratty Princess," she said softly, "to be awake."
The words stirred the familiar, almost instinctual feeling of comfort again. It was like a small fire in her belly. The warmth spread through her chest and up to her throat. As though something was clawing its way up and out.
Her hands tightened further around the armrests.
"I," she said. "Don't know what that means, you dumb maid. Be more precise. Like oh my God."
Her lips twisted into a small, displeased frown. It felt like her body had responded to Tina's words without any conscious instruction.
The fog thickened. The small voice in the back of her mind protested louder. This wasn't right. This wasn't how she should speak to someone she respected.
Tina, to Sandra's surprise, smiled indulgently. "I understand. The bratty Princess can't help it, right? She has to act out when she's embarrassed. It's all part of the Princess Protocol."
Sandra felt her cheeks warm. Embarrassed? Why would she be embarrassed? Sandra was never embarrassed. Especially not in front of her lowly servant.
She swallowed. That was wrong. That was not what she wanted to say at all. Where were her manners? What was wrong with her today? Why couldn't she think straight?
"I think you should stop," Sandra said. She felt the hairs rise on her arms. Her breathing quickened.
"Stop? Oh, but the Princess doesn't really want that." Tina stepped closer. "The Princess knows better, she is someone who controls. When the Princess Protocol is active."
Tina placed her hands on Sandra's thighs, spreading her legs wider as she stepped in between them. Her soft hands traced up the insides of Sandra's legs until they rested just on her upper thighs, fingertips teasing the lace panties hiding underneath her skirt.
"Oh my God. What are you a broken record. Obviously I take charge. I'm the Princess, you dumb maid," she huffs in indignation, "but if the Princess is to control the lowly servant, then she needs to start with what belongs to her, right?" She pushes her maid back with a single finger. "So why don't you get the stream started. It's part of the Maid Protocol." Sandra's head felt fuzzy and heavy. "You do remember your own maidly protocol, don't you? God, you are a slow maid."
Tina smiled, curtsying again before turning on her heels to start setting up the camera and stream. Sandra had seen it done enough times to know exactly what was going on, but something in the back of her mind was nagging her with an important question, something that was just on the edge of her tongue but she couldn't quite figure out what it was.
It probably didn't really matter. She could take her irritation out on Tina. What other use was there for a dumb maid like her anyway.
As if on cue, the stream went online. "Oh my god. I have the slowest maid ever," Sandra sighed dramatically as she posed, turning her head and flipping her hair to show her best angles. She crossed her legs and sat back on the couch, leaning her arms back in a pose that accentuated her bust. "But what can you expect from such a useless maid? Anyway, hello everyone, Princess is back! And I have a new protocol today! My favorite thing, as always, is to make sure you get what you need out of me," Sandra laughed, letting her hand slide down to her skirt to slowly pull it up over her legs, "but I always enjoy when I get to make the dumb maids squirm and scream, so I think I am going to enjoy this a lot! I don't think anyone is immune to the Princess Protocol."
The comments flooded in as her chat room was suddenly filled to the brim with viewers, many familiar handles and many new ones as well, each of them typing in their greetings and their excitement, but Sandra didn't bother to read them all as her gaze drifted to the camera lens. "Our regular viewers know this already, but for the first timers, a little reminder. Princess and dumb Maid are brainwashed and programmed silly girls that follow deeply ingrained Protocols. Princess here," she pointed at herself, "is a horny and slutty princess who enjoys showing her superiority by dominating the dumb maids, while dumb maid is just a silly horny slut who enjoys taking the orders of the princess," Sandra giggled, her hand now resting on her panties, fingers teasing the edges of her panties and the skin of her thighs underneath them. "But of course, the true rulers are our loyal viewers. Your Protocol can make me or the dumb maid act any way you like, and we'll both love it, just like you'll enjoy seeing us follow it! Of course, perverts that pay get better results. You can also get a special reward for a special price. The dumb maid will be very grateful if you buy it, and even more if you let her cum, just so you know. Now," she giggled and sat up, leaning forward to present her cleavage, "let's get to the fun part!"
As Sandra watched, a donation message flashed across the screen. The amount made her gasp. 500$! Someone had paid for the special reward already.
"And wow. You really are desperate fucks, aren't you. Don't worry. You'll get your reward, even though you really don't deserve it."
The comment section exploded into a cacophony of cheers, suggestions, and more donations. Some were small, some large. A few were simply requests, begging to be fulfilled. Sandra scanned the screen, her mind absorbed every command. Within the fog a list scenarios evolved that would please every one.
A few moments later, Sandra sat up, uncrossed her legs and spread her legs, pushing her panties aside to reveal her already dripping sex. Her other hand came to her chest and squeezed one breast.
"Mmm. I see. So many requests from perverted fucks. I bet all of you would love a piece of Princess, wouldn't you?" She moaned as she pushed her fingers into her own pussy, "Oh, that feels so good! My little pussy loves to be played with. And I know you losers would want to fuck it. Too bad! It's only a cam show. Well for everyone but the sick idiot who already claimed the special reward. Maid, tell them what it was this time."
"Thank you Princess!" Tina chirped. She stepped into the view of the lense, and bowed deeply. "The special reward this time is a private meeting with us. Princess and Maid get to have some private time with our generous donor, and he can do whatever he likes. If he's ready to pay the acquisition fee, well, we are ready for more protocols."
Sandra sighed dramatically. "God. What did I say about using your mouth?" She slipped two fingers out of herself and beckoned her maid to come closer.
"Yes, Princess," Tina said obediently, "Maid's mouth is for sucking cock and eating pussy. Not words." She walked up to her mistress and knelt between her legs.
"Maid has a filthy mouth, so Maid must use it to make Princess feel better," Sandra said as she grabbed a fistful of her maid's hair. "Come on. You better get to work, you useless slut." Sandra pulled the maid's face towards her crotch. Tina eagerly latched onto the pussy presented before her. Her tongue darted between the folds of Sandra's cunt. Sandra moaned as her maid licked her. The feeling sent shivers through her body.
"That's it. Make me scream you stupid girl," she said. Her free hand went back to fondle her own breasts, teasing the hard nipples under the silky bra. She knew that the camera could capture her hands caressing the smooth fabric. The feeling made her shudder in delight.
"Mmm. Princess is so wet. Maid loves this taste," Tina moaned between licks. She moved her tongue up and down the slit, teasing the sensitive clit. Her mouth latched onto the labia, sucking them in earnest. The sounds were loud and lewd.
Princess and Maid played their roll. Hours passed by until the stream ended.
"And that's all for today," panted the Princess. "It's really fucking hilarious how much you idiots pay for this." A mocking laugh escaped her. "But whatever. To the sick loser that bought the special, thank you and don't forget to arrange a date with our owners. Well, have a fucking good night, freaks."
The Maid had reached the camera and turned it off. As the red light died, the Princess felt her body stiffen. She saw the Maid react in a similar fashion.
"Clean Up Protocol Activate." Spilled from their mouths. They felt their eyes glaze over, their body's relaxing and falling limp, and their consciousness fade away. Their body's still worked on automatic. They moved about, their muscles performing tasks as if their owner was still in charge. But the two women inside, they could no longer see. They could no longer hear or taste. All they could feel was an intense pressure, almost as if something was squeezing their minds.
Then the pressure eased, and the two found themselves blinking.
Sandra shivered. She had the strange feeling something had happened. Looking at a clock she saw the time. A pleasant warmth spread through her. Multiple hours were missing. She knew she should be alarmed, but all she felt was satisfaction.
Sandra glanced at Tina. She noticed her smiling dreamily at the ceiling. Sandra shook her head.
"Hey, Tina. It's getting late. We should go to bed. We need to be refreshed for tomorrow." Sandra didn't know exactly for what. But it seemed important.
Tina nodded. She stretched and stood up from the couch. The two women headed towards the bedroom. They undressed completely. And as they laid down, put on a pair of headphones. Pink for Sandra and black for Tina. The earpieces fit snuggly against their ears and a soft hiss of white noise emanated from the device.
"Goodnight," Sandra called out.
Tina replied in kind.
"Night night." A soft, soothing voice purred into their ears.
Sandra closed her eyes. The sound was pleasant and relaxing. It felt warm and inviting. A sense of peace and calmness settled over her. As the minutes passed, Sandra felt her body relax further. Her breathing grew steady. She began to drift off.
And while her conscious mind was asleep, her subconscious mind transformed even more into the Princess' throne.
Hey! You wanna get fucked up for me? I mean like really fucked up. I want to completely obliterate your brain, and it would be so fucking fun! Right? Soooo, what you say? Want to corrupt yourself into oblivion for me?
I think it would be a really good look on you! Drooling, pathetic, needy, desperate, broken; just another dirty addicted whore for me to use. You would do that for me?
Wouldn't you?
Please?
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