Story: My fully exploited life part 2

Part 1

I estimated my first transformation to have taken around three months. Right from the start my master enjoyed taking pictures and recording videos of me in all my stages, and frequently present me my former looks and the whole way of my physical and behavioral change. He decided to dye my hair platinum blonde and get me a permanent fake tan. Through several sessions all my body hair was permanently removed including my eyebrows. He personally turned my boobs into huge balloon fake boobs including an internal bra to hold them up tight and firm forever. Master had also used the operation time to remove the two lower ribs and give me new face with bog dolly lips. In fact as he showed my the pictures of my new appearance, I looked much more like a manufactured high quality sex puppet than like a human individual.

Soon enough my master enjoyed my nervousness and pain when I got a slutty permanent make-u and all the piercings of his wishes: a ornament of small ear rings all along my ear frames, one in my belly button, horizontal stud piercings through my nipples, three ring piercings through my lower lip which made me involuntarily lisp, a dozen stud piercings in my tongue, a septum piercing and worst of all lug piercings in rows through my labia and a deep strong ring piercing through my clit. Still shocked by the procedures, I was scared when a specialist made all my new piercings permanent by melting the lose metal connection. Fortunately my master had fixed me properly onto the furniture, so I could struggle and power me out without any effective resistance. He pulled a leather string through my labia lugs and bound my pussy shut.

Finally he decided for a small branding of his personal sign and name right over my pussy, as well as a tramp stamp reading "Slut Slave". But that was only the physical part. During this first transformation process he didn't even use me once. Neither a grope, kiss or a target for his cum. He didn't even get naked or jerk off to my view, though he was at my side a lot, guiding me into the proper behavior that suited his desires. His strong will reflected in his patience and perfectionism. At least I frequently got glimpse of his happiness and joy with every step I completed.

I hadn't considered it before, but the mental changes were much more grave then what he had done to my body. In the beginning I recognized several methods Master used to condition my behavior. The most simple ones were attention and appreciation. He only gave me those once in a while, and only after I had obeyed many times, peaked in overcoming a hesitation or a left limit of mine. Also he gave me substances he didn't tell me anything about, some oral, some injected and a few one even as suppository. Another thing were hypnotic files he made me listen to, some with obvious content, some with subliminal once. At least I guests, since he made some effort that I relaxed while listening. On another occasion Master fixed me into a setup with a program. A voice told me what to say or do. I quickly learned to obey, even in the absence of Master, since the punishments were surprisingly discomfortable and ugly painful.

Often he established triggers to make me think, feel or do certain things, as well as rules I followed in general. For example, I wasn't not allowed to dress or undress myself without any command, rule or trigger. In fact, as with the other rules, I noticed I was unable to break it. Same went for drinking, eating, going to the toilet and sleeping. Another rule was not to speak until allowed, and even if, only use single words. Worst of all, I dumbed down to an incredible low level thinking except for one hour a day. Master left me that hour of being as intelligent as I originally had been just for the feeling of total humiliation and regret. I know because he told me several times, enjoyed my internal suffer about my decision, about what I had accepted to be done to me. I am not sure though if he had enhanced or implanted these thoughts and feelings, because that was one of the great things he had made himself capable of doing with me, just by his words and triggers.

Master could say "Pee", and I suddenly had the most urgent feeling of having to pee. He could say "Wet" and I would immediately let it go, no matter where I was and what I wore. He didn't need the word to control my pussy, because he had made it constantly wet. When he said "Hump", I would always hump any objects next to me. "Bump" and I crashed myself into the next object with full force. "Open" and I would open my mouth as much as possible, until he said "Close". "Pinch" and I would frequently pinch my nippes as hard as possible, until he said "Stop Pinch". He could even order me to "Edge" and "Cum" without any touch. Master had turned me into his robot puppet, and as he still showed me with the pictures and videos starting with my former self and ending with my present condition, in the hour of my full brain capacity, a very sexy and shameless one. Unless he told me "Shame". Only very rarely he told me how proud and happy he was to own me, "such a fine mindless, obedient bimbo slut slave" as he said.

Now that Master considered the transformation to be done and perfect, he started to use me. First he dressed me in a very short dress and high heels, no underwear. We went into a high class restaurant, where he ordered for both of us. When the waitress brought the bill, he said "Hump". Most people turned their heads when I started to hump the table unabashed. He added "Shame", and only then I felt embarrassed by the crowd and what I did without thinking. Master paid and ordered me to follow him outside. He didn't take long until he triggered "Kneel" and "Open", and in the middle of the sidewalk, with strangers walking by, he facefucked my throat. When he came, he remained in me and emptied his bladder right into my stomach. I haven't seen him anytime happier than this.

In fact from now on he used me frequently, whenever he wanted. "Dance", "Tease" or "Dance" were words he seldom needed or used. I moaned the many times he roughly groped me, kissed and bit me the way and places he wanted, probed me with his fingers. At the start he fucked my pussy and ass, went ass to mouth, but most often Master preferred a boob job, let me blow him training my tongue, or roughly facefucking me. This way he denied me any pleasure besides serving him. I learned to be happy about his relieve and ecstasy. Master made me worship him and his cock with my full thinking capability left over. I felt the deepest devotion and desire for him and his cock, not only wishing to meet and service both of them, devouring myself for his rare attention. In lack of that even his presence delighted me. But most of all I wanted the best for him, wanted to know him happy and fully satisfied, no matter the costs. He was the utterly most important person in my life, while I was the lowest.

It was a happy time, a sunny time. I cared for my body as ordered, and he used me at his will, happily and very frequent. That included going out with me showing off my hot body, but also my absence of will and obedience to him. I wasn't his trophy wife, I was his trophy fuckdoll bimbo slut slave. I only knew it was a year later that he started to share me with his friends and acquaintances, because of the photo album with the dates he still frequently showed me with joy. I became the center of attention in orgies, the main object to be used and abused in private intimate rounds of friends. I was used as often and roughly that my holes started to hurt beyond the small pain Master had given me with his use. But even that was accompanied by the great satisfaction to serve him, to have him made cum and happy. Except for some exception who enjoyed me doing the work with my pierced tongue my throat was fucked like never before. His acquaintances came right into my stomach, in my mouth or anywhere on me, just how they wanted. Master set up a rule that I had to lick and pick the cum up wherever I could, play with it and finally swallow and show off as long as I wasn't too busy with the volume of it, in which case I had to gulp and swallow until I met with the input. It didn't take Master long to have me view and treat other peoples piss as just more liquid cum.

Meanwhile my pelvis holes where penetrated with fingers, cocks and objects alike, leaving me constantly dripping cum out of it. At the end of such parties my whole body was usually smeared over with it. And I still longed for more use and abuse, more cocks. Master enjoyed telling me "Shame" in the middle or at the end of it all, making me look at myself and thinking what I had done and let others do to me. He started to go absent more and more, so I was alone in the situation, still triggered by the people surrounding and fucking me with the trigger words Master had revealed to them. While I longed for Master's presence, I felt more and more like an object, as his property to be used, and now lent.

Part 3