"Well then," said Eric, "lets start with you prancing around chanting 'I am a fucktoy a dirty, dirty fucktoy' as though you had just won the lottery. Each time you finish a verse, you will remove an article of clothing until you have no more."
"Yes, master." said Natalie
"But you won't stop dancing just because you are naked. In fact, being free of your clothes will only serve to energize you."
"I understand, master."
"Leading up to your second session tomorrow, you will be very excited and horny, eagerly awaiting when I will be able to erase the last of who you were and enable you to serve me fully. You will spend tomorrow acquiring sex toys, bondage material, slutty costumes and sluttier lingerie to your heart's desire."
"Yes, master."
"It goes without saying that you will need to act normal when in the presence of those not under my control."
"Of course, master."
"Good. Now dance for my amusement."
Natalie began to chant and dance. Fortunately, with the rest of the family still in the house, the house they lived in had belonged to a talented musician. Eric's room used to be the recording studio, hence, it was completely soundproofed.
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