Debbie Part 1

Someone is always watching" she pointed to the cameras in the ceiling, "and you will be punished for all failures". With that she set Debbie/John in motion along the rail once again. Debbie/John cried with exhaustion but she/he didn't stop and she/he didn't falter. She/he had learned that lesson well. Mistress stood watching for few minutes to make sure that the slave had understood. Then she leashed Giselle and led her mincing with tiny steps, always fighting to keep up, out of the room. Debbie/John was left alone. She/he dared not fail, so she/he concentrated on walking in the required manner but that wasn't so hard. It was practically already second nature.

But her/his mind was reeling with confusion and lust. Not even twelve hours ago she/he had been insecure John going to see his aunt and now she/he was almost the slave girl Debbie, an utterly submissive creature who was aroused at the very thought of being dominated and punished by Mistress. Her/his old life had slipped from her/his hands and been flushed down the drain. After a while she accepted this fully, giving in to Mistress. It occurred to her that the beating she/he had taken in her/his crotch had been a factor. The fact that she/he was getting aroused thinking about it had to mean that she/he was giving in to Mistress, becoming more and more a slave GIRL. Just like Mistress had said. Once the thought had popped up it couldn't be banished; she knew it to be true and she accepted it. She(he) had accepted her status as a sissy slave, and that acceptance had come shockingly fast, blowing her(him) away. Now there was nothing left for her(him) to do but keep on walking. Walking precisely in the manner Mistress had described, every movement following Mistress instructions to the letter. All night long.