A Cup of Sugar Part 6 (Final)
( Link to part 5: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/625104871054508032/a-cup-of-sugar-part-5
Link to part 4: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624930403387670528/a-cup-of-sugar-part-4
Link to part 3: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624738938039533568/a-cup-of-sugar-part-3
And parts 1 &2 https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624650236299821056/a-cup-of-sugar-parts-1-and-2
This should be the final part of the story but it’s still a little open ended, probably won’t revisit it in a while, as this part ended up a little disjointed, still well worth a read though!)
Sophie awoke even earlier than usual, her dreams were plagued with strange, exciting new thoughts. Thoughts of submission, of servitude, of accepting a new type of bliss into her mind. She chalked it up to her new job, as Mark’s assistant she didn’t really know precisely what she’d be doing, just that she’d have to serve him to the best of her abilities, always. She was naked, because well, that’s how she always slept. Sophie rolled out of bed, ready to do her exercises and yoga. She didn’t know exactly when he’d mentioned them yesterday, but Mark had given her some affirmations, something she could say throughout her exercises to help the time pass. To help get her in the mindset for her new role.
‘I must keep my body in shape,’ she spoke aloud, quite quietly first.
It was a little embarrassing to her, even after speaking the first one, she could feel how pleasant it was.
‘Keeping my body in shape, makes me a better assistant,’ Sophie said.
They were just so easy to say as she stretched herself out and worked her body.
‘Being a better assistant, is what matters most to me,’
She started to speak a little louder now, finding the words came to her easier.
‘Being a good assistant is about serving,’
The words flowed from her lips, she barely thought about them.
‘Serving brings me pleasure,’
Yes, serving brought Sophie pleasure.
‘Pleasure keeps me docile,’
As if on cue, a pleasurable fog started to fill Sophie’s mind. She’d never felt so good doing her exercises before.
‘Being docile makes me happy,’
Yes, it did, a smile spreading across her face, a little bit of a giggle working its way into her affirmations. Some passed out of her mouth without her realising, others really stuck in her mind.
‘Love to please, live to serve,’
It was so easy now, she didn’t care if her words were louder, if her tone became a monotone, if the affirmations were making her so horny, so wet.
‘My mind and body belong to him now,’
Who was he? The person who they belonged to now? Sophie hoped to find out soon.
‘My mind has been cleaned of imperfections,’
Yes, it felt so squeaky clean these days, not so many old complicated thoughts cluttering it up.
‘I am perfectly brainwashed,’
The pleasure increased tenfold, it overwhelmed her senses, she couldn’t exercise through it. Instead she kneeled before her mirror.
‘I am mindlessly obedient and under his control,’
Her hands explored her body, just like how his did. Her breasts, her mouth, every inch of her. All on display. All for him.
‘I am his…his…slave!’ Sophie moaned out the final word as an orgasm rocked her body, rocked her mind, made the world disappear for a moment.
Wow! That was her best session of exercises yet, she’d be sure to keep up with the affirmations. Sophie thought all this as she showered afterwards, not really aware of what happened or what she said, but not caring either way. Caring about stuff like that wasn’t her job, it was her bosses, and she was just his assistant. Sophie came out of the shower and laid out her outfit for her first day of work. She decided against underwear and a bra, they would just get in her way, be far too warm. Instead she went with a tie up pink crop top, it tied up in the front, just barely covering her breasts, her nipples of course were still noticeable under it. Then, she went with a microskirt, the word “princess” written across the butt in glitter. It rode so high on her, but Sophie didn’t mind, this was all who she was. She’d never worn much makeup but decided to put some on for her new job. Lipstick, a little eyeliner, just something to make her look cuter, ditzier, sexier. Sophie giggled, she was getting so dolled up for this, she hoped Mark would approve. She also put her hair up into two cute little pigtails, the perfect style for a silly girl like her.
He’d told her yesterday to let herself in, so she did so, knowing she had plenty to do. The gathering he’d talked about was later that day, and Sophie couldn’t wait to meet all of Mas…Mark’s friends, to show how good of a girl she was. The first order of business was to prepare Mark’s breakfast, which she did with a surprising efficiency. It was like she just knew where everything was, but still, Sophie knew she could do it better. Mark mentioned he’d be training her a lot in her role, something that filled her with good, yummy feelings. She needed to be trained. Sophie, with breakfast complete, placed it on a tray, then brought it into Mark’s bedroom. He was still asleep, so Sophie fell to her knees beside the bed, raising the tray up into the air ready for him. She would kneel there until he awoke, no thought would pass through her mind.
‘Ah good morning princess, good job on bringing me breakfast,’ Mark said.
Sophie blinked; a wave of pleasure ran through her from his praise.
‘Thank you sir! I’m eager to please!’ she said.
Sophie placed the tray across Mark’s lap, then returned to her kneeling position. One thing she was finding tough about the job was anticipating Mark’s needs, but now he was awake she could simply let him tell her what to do.
‘Good girl, you have quite the day ahead of you, but not to worry I’ll help you through it. Now, recite affirmations ten through twenty as I eat my breakfast,’ he said.
Sophie’s mouth was moving before her mind could finish processing what he’d said. She chanted out her affirmations, getting wrapped up in them as they flowed through her mind and body. Mark looked over from his breakfast time to time at Sophie, she’d certainly changed a lot over the last few days. Sophie six days ago wore so much clothing, would die before going to her knees, and didn’t let anyone else influence how she thought. Now here she was, as close to naked as she could get, legs spread as she kneeled, hands placed upon them palms up. Another’s words chanted from her drooling, smiley lips, eyes wide and glazed. She was almost her true self now.
‘Stop, good girl, now it’s time to properly get to work,’ Mark said.
Sophie stopped, closing her mouth and nodding. While he was going to get ready for the day, Sophie was to give the apartment a good, final cleaning. She hummed to herself Mark’s music from yesterday, occasionally an affirmation slipping from her lips as she did so. The work was quite tiring, it seemed a good while before he was finished getting ready. As he once more emerged from his bedroom, his suit on ready for later, Sophie looked up at him with, filled with a newfound lust. In doing so, she’d knocked herself against a small table, causing a small vase to fall to the floor and crack. Alarm bells rang in her head, she’d just done something bad. Sophie instantly threw herself into a bow.
‘I’m so sorry sir! It was an accident I didn’t mean to, please don’t let me go I need you!’
It wasn’t a valuable vase, Mark knew that, but Sophie didn’t.
‘That’s perfectly alright my pet, mistakes do happen, although there will be some degree of punishment for this. Just so you understand to not make such a mistake again in the future,’ he said.
Sophie looked up at him, her boss who stood over her and looked so very tall, so commanding. She gulped, knowing she needed to be punished but hoping it wouldn’t be too awful. Mark went and took a seat on his black leather chair, then instructed Sophie to come over to him. She began to stand up, when he told her to stop.
‘On your hands and knees please, this is a punishment after all dear,’ he said.
Of course! How could she be so stupid! This was why she left the big decisions to him, Sophie crawled over on her hands and knees, head bowed in shame.
‘Now lay yourself on your front across my lap like a good girl,’
She did as she was told, now lying over her boss’s lap. He moved her body into position with his hands, making it so her butt was raised and vulnerable, as her head sagged over the side. Then, he brought down a firm smack on her cheeks. Sophie gasped, half from pain, half from pleasure.
‘We’re going to do a few more of these, after each you will repeat after me, understood princess?’
Sophie nodded her head. Another smack came down.
‘You are a naughty girl,’ Mark said.
Smack. Another gasp of pleasure.
‘You deserve to be punished,’
‘I deserve to be punished,’
Smack, it felt so good for her.
‘By being punished, you’ll learn to be better,’
‘By being punished, I’ll learn to be better,’ Sophie gasped out.
‘Your body must be punished, so your mind can learn,’
‘My body must be punished, so your mind can learn,’
This time, there wasn’t a smack. Sophie awaited it, but nothing came. She went to turn and see why one wasn’t coming when it hit her. This time afterwards, Mark’s hand lingered, squeezing the cheek.
‘Your mind must be empty, so your body can serve,’
‘My mind must be empty, so my body can serve,’
With that smack, it was like the thoughts were smacked straight out of her head.
‘You live to serve, and love to obey,’
‘I live to serve, and love to obey,’
The smack came down this time, bringing no pain, but only pleasure.
‘You give your body and mind to me now,’
‘I give my body and mind to you now,’
One last smack that brought waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
‘Good girl, you may stop repeating, but don’t get up just yet,’ Mark said.
She wouldn’t dream of it, not without his permission. Sophie lay in place as Mark’s hands now ran up and down her body. His touch was electric, it was fire, it was bliss. One hand settled by her breasts, the other soothed her sore cheeks.
‘There is one more piece of punishment I’m afraid Sophie, a slight demotion. Nothing to worry about, just a role I think fits better for you. From now on, you’ll be my servant. And I’m no longer your boss, but your master, is that understood?’
It was perfectly understood, perfectly clear. Sophie would need to work her way up from the bottom, serving as a servant first, before she could dream of being an assistant. Master. The word bounced about her head, feeling so good to think.
‘Yes Master, thank you Master,’ she said.
She lay there for a while longer, letting Master’s hands explore her body like a good servant should. Mark groped at her, he played with her nipples while telling her how she was now such a good girl for him. She couldn’t help but agree, she was a good girl for him now. Her old life was seeming so foggy, so fuzzy these days. When did she become her Master’s servant? What did she do before this? The questions only lingered in her mind for moments, her thoughts being replaced by affirmations, by his words, by whatever Master wanted. She’d reach orgasm just from those words alone, just from letting them now permeate in her mind.
‘Looks like you made a mess of yourself princess, go clean yourself up, then it’s time to get things ready for our gathering,’
Sophies face and body were covered in drool. She crawled down off of Master’s lap, then went to the bathroom on all fours. It was natural for her to be low down, to act so inferior to her Master. Sophie cleaned herself up in the bathroom, her hands exploring her body as she did. She felt so sexy being Master’s servant, she knew she was only meant to touch with his permission but it just felt so good! Sophie giggled at herself in the mirror, noticing just how slutty and silly she looked. Some part of her deep down had an issue with this, but she was quickly learning to ignore it. Before she could bring herself to orgasm again though, she’d leave the bathroom, as per Master’s orders.
‘Today servant, I’m going to teach you something very important, it’s how to make Master’s special punch,’ Mark said, as Sophie returned from the bathroom, still so hot and bothered.
She crawled over to Master, who on the kitchen counter had before him a large punch bowl. The bowl to Sophie looked already full, as she kneeled by the counter, kneeled next to her Master. Looking up at him made her feel so weak, so powerless, and she couldn’t help but notice just how sexy he was. She’d always found him sexy and irresistible, right? Sophie remembered something about how she’d purposely ordered a delivery to go to his place, just to have an excuse to introduce herself.
Master explained to Sophie exactly how his punch was made, how he used a special combination of chemicals to stimulate arousal, to weaken the will of the person who drank it. Sophie of course would drink plenty up throughout the day, as Master explained to her the importance of regular taste testing. She’d slurp it down hungrily, greedily, becoming addicted to the sweetness of the substance. She’d often feel too weak or dizzy to drink anymore, but Master would be so kind to hold her head and pour it down her throat. Any excess she sucked off his fingers. He’d explain a little more about the job as she did this, as she felt the core of her being changing to fit his whims. It made her so wet. After such a long day, Master let her have a short nap, on the pink couch.
‘Wake up servant, I need you at least lucid for your final task today. Our guests will be arriving shortly,’
Sophie was snapped out of her grogginess when she felt a tug at her neck. She looked down to see something new, a pink collar around her neck. Attached to it was a chain, being held by her Master. The collar felt so tight around her neck, she’d always feel its presence around her neck now. The tug was enough to cause her to roll onto the floor, where she remained on her hands and knees. When she tried to ask about the collar, Sophie felt the ballgag in her mouth. Not only that, but she was entirely naked with her clothes nowhere in sight.
‘I took the liberty of removing your clothes, they’d only get in the way for what’s to come. You’ll also notice something else happening to you shortly. Don’t try to fight it, it’s going to help finish my work,’
His work? What was Master…Mark talking about? Sophie was trying to realise what he’d done, when she truly realised all that he’d done. The last few days came to her all at once, and for the first time in almost a week, she was well and truly awake. A panic overtook her, over what she’d become, over what he’d done to her. Her eyes went wide, she attempted to crawl away but couldn’t escape the collar and chain.
‘This is the most important phase, I may have had you brainwashed before, but there was always the risk of you snapping out of it, and returning to, this,’ Mark said, the disdain on his face clear.
‘When the guests arrive, we’re going to overwhelm this version of you, until you willingly give yourself to me,’
Sophie wouldn’t let it happen, she wasn’t going to let herself be beaten like this, let Mark and his friends, these other guys do stuff to her. What could she do though? Collared and gagged, she could just try to run at Mark, but still found herself too weak, too groggy from all that he’d done. There was a knock on the apartment door, Sophie felt a lump in the back of her throat. This was it, the last few moments for her if she wasn’t able to resist. The possible end of her independence.
‘Come in, she’s ready for you!’ Mark called out.
So, they did, these friends of Mark that Sophie feared. At least, she did until they entered the room. They weren’t a bunch of guys looking to use her, but rather women, beautiful, blonde women who all looked to be interchangeable. There were a whole crowd of them, and in Sophie’s disorientated state it was hard to tell how many, or even to tell them from each other. They all wore the same, low cut pink dress, the same gem studded open toe high heels. They all wore the same vacuous smile on their faces.
‘She’s so cute Master! Excellent choice!” one of them said.
‘I can’t wait until she joins us, ooh I call dibs on her ass training,’ said another, who leered over her.
Ass training? Join them? Sophie shook her head, attempting to crawl away, yet this human sea of pink simply walked closer. One of them reached down and…. they stroked her. Like some sort of pet they stroked her. Sophie turned bright red, unsure what to do in retaliation.
‘Aww honey, you must be feeling scared but there’s no need to worry. He’s done this to all of us and we’re much happier,’
‘Yeah, like you get to be his slave for a bit and that’s fun, but then he sets you up with a job, a life, and introduces you to like, the best people!’
Their words were backed up by their soft caresses. Sophie couldn’t help quiver and moan over their soft, delicate touch. No doubt Mark’s drugs were still in her system, or he’d put something in her head to make their touch feel so good. Hands, breasts, bodies were starting to surround her. She felt herself being lifted onto that pink couch, laid down on the cold pleasurable leather. They held down her ankles, her wrists, but she couldn’t fight even if she wanted to.
‘It’s bliss when Master finally breaks you, don’t worry we’ll leave you on the edge for a while,’
‘Master does the final breaking anyways, you’ll finally get to experience his cock, well, experience it while lucid,’ one giggled.
The slaves became more erotic in their touch, groping at Sophies breasts, running their tongues up and down her body. This white hot pleasure shot through her system. She moaned and groaned into her gag. Leaning into their touches, their caresses. It all felt too good, it was all too much, she couldn’t, she couldn’t….resist….
‘That’s disappointing, it looks like she’s already breaking. Well girls step aside, I’ll finish her off,’ Sophie heard Mark saying, he sounded a world away.
Sophie’s eyes flickered, her senses melted by pleasure, her brain rattling about unable to focus on anything for more than a second. One moment she wanted to resist, another she felt fear, but on most moments she felt a calm bliss. The calm bliss was winning out, and it was when she felt her legs be spread, and something placed between them it took over. Mark made his first thrust into her, and once more became Master in her mind. Sophie saw the light. Her independence, her resistance, it was all for nothing. For now, she was a slave, a slave who now rode her Master’s cock. It was if he was fucking the will straight out of her, as a new baseline of slavery compounded on that he’d brainwashed into her. Even if she snapped out of her state, there was no going back now. Sophie was a slave. Mark was her Master. This was how it was. When he finally came, he removed her ball gag, to see that same vacuous smile worn upon her face as his other conquests.
‘Thank you for showing me the truth Master, this slave is yours now,’ she droned.
‘Very good, girls, you may enjoy her now,’
Once more slave-Sophie was met with a sea of hands, and she experienced her mind breaking all over again. The bliss overwhelmed her, she didn’t know when she’d been carried back into Master’s bedroom, or when she’d ended up in a huddle of slave girls, who fed her more punch, who played with her whole body. It didn’t matter now, she could rest, so she’d awake tomorrow, as her Master’s forever slave.
Life in the city was tough, there was no denying it. It was proving easy though for Sophie, a 19-year-old mindless slave, who only ever needed to do as her Master asked.