Fantasy to Reality Chapter 2

There was a hatch at the bottom of the door where food would be passed through a couple of times per day, most likely infused with various chemicals and pills. For several hours per day the screen walls displayed images and videos of subservient sluts worshipping cocks which I would sit and stare at. There was a small door in the corner which lead to bathroom where I could relive myself (which felt very strange to begin with) and ensure that my makeup was perfect, I quickly learned how to apply mascara and small amounts of foundation/blusher. The truth was I didn't need much makeup, I eventually settled on black mascara, a bit of dark eye shadow to make my eyes look inviting and sexy. I settled on a small amount of blusher and bright red/pink lipstick, It fitted my slutty look perfectly. On the fourth day the door opened and Carl came striding into the room.

"Hello my slut," he said.

"Hello, master," I had no idea how but my voice was high pitched and almost moany, it sounded like how a pornstar would talk during the interview before a scene, sexy and suggestive but with very subservient tones. I was sitting on the side of the bed and he was standing in front of me causing my to look up towards him, It felt right to be beneath my male master.

"I see your voice has developed nicely my little slut, I must tell you that you will never again worship my cock, I have your ex-wife to do that for me, it is time for you to start earning the money for this transformation, you are going to make me and Hannah very rich."

I felt dismay at never being able to taste my masters' cock again but excited at the prospect of starting to earn my way as a slut.

"For the first few weeks you will never leave this room, let's call it a training period, after which I can start to earn some real money by renting you out. Just to be sure, you will do exactly as you are told by every person who enters this room without question; I know you won't let me down."