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english-bounder

I sat back in the chair. My new study in my new house was exactly as I wanted it. The proceeds and ongoing ‘royalties’ from my Mistress training had helped me back on my feet. Months had passed since her departure to @sup3rf34k and her new life. I once again watched the recent video of my former Domme, dressed in the latex catsuit and hood. The vision of her swaying in the suspended bondage, her vacant eyes blinking under the strain. No doubt she was being worked beneath the suit, her tit implants and tight corset now modifying her body shape. She was becoming a real life doll, a drone. The months of conditioning and captivity had finally broken her, with her only purpose to serve as an object. Hired and leased to the highest bidders, before she would be packed away until the next time.

I still felt a twinge of guilt, my sense of respect and integrity had been overcome by a desperate need for vengeance. I surprised myself at the lengths I was prepared to go to, willing to treat a fellow human like a commodity. But every time that nagging question of conscience entered my head, I recalled her callous treatment and abuse of power…..not just with me, but the hundreds of others she delighted in breaking. I couldn’t deny the feeling of strength it gave me either, the intoxicating surge of adrenaline and invincibility……giving me a warped feeling of heroism. I felt like this was a mission now, the need to find others like her and break them down too. I shook my head and switched the video off…..I tried to put the thought out of my head. My life was returned to me, there was still a lot of work to do, but I was on the right track. It was all I wanted.

Before I got up to get a drink, my laptop pinged at me….an email from @sup3rf34k came through. It seemed as if he was reading my mind…….an offer of a an ongoing professional partnership. The business proposal asked if wanted to continue my work?

Maybe. Who’s next?

sup3rf34k

After having collected my new doll, it was easy to continue breaking her in and getting her used to her new life. No longer was she called "mistress". That title would mean nothing to her now. Instead, she's now known as Toy. Even by those who use her. Some of these are repeat paying customers that used to be abused by her. But nowadays, her old mistress life is just a bad legend. A cautionary tale against greedy femdoms.

Her new outfit was a good deal different as well. Even though it hid some of the more prominent features of her body, like her nipples. She was now capable of feeling everything done to her as if she were constantly naked. On that note she also had a zippered away latex insert for her vaginal hole and hollow butt plug that never left her back door. As far as anyone would be concerned she was a sex doll from her actions to her mannerisms. The fact she rarely spoke was a plus to pretty much everyone using her.

Finally, the gear added onto her was state of the art and even a tad experimental. Firstly, her eyes now had experimental augmented reality lenses. These tiny things could do a lot. Change her vision from clear to blackout, add a hud with instructions/objectives, and even had a nifty function to keep her from seeing anyone's face but mine. The last one there meant she wouldn't go talking to anyone, but me, for fear of who they might be. For all she knew, everyone else was a mere dream, while time with me was the only reality. Second was the corset. That bad boy is designed to keep her waist cinched down tight and go as far as could still be considered somewhat healthy for her. This meant that until it fully tightened, she would end up feeling her waist shrink bit by tiny bit. Lastly was her new heels. Ballet heels that had a nifty option. One could remove the heel and either replace it or leave it heel less. This was due to a fun little magnetically locking pad one could slide the heel in or out of. The way it worked was like childproof cubords. If one wanted to take the current heel off, all one had to do was hold a magnet near it to lift a small but extremely durable piece out of the locked position. The only thing to note about her outfit was that there were no seams or zippers to let her out. I had long since sealed the entering zipper with flextape. Making it impossible to remove. Lucky me, I could still clean her thanks to micro-pores through the suit itself.

After a while, I had an idea. I'd offer @the-english-bounder a chance to not only head the shell company but also repeat the work he'd done with other women. Not all would be prominent dommes, of course. But all paid jobs. Wonder if they'll accept it.