(Continued from this post)

In the middle of stripping for her Master, she paused to pose for him. “Like this, Master? Do you like my new clothes, my contacts?”

“Very much, Daphne. Continue.”

She froze, torn between the urge to obey and confusion. “I’m… I’m not…”

“Shh,” said Master. “Daphne is a good girl who obeys. You want to be a good girl, don’t you? You want to obey.”

“…I… I want…”

“You want to be Daphne.”

“I… want to be…”

“You are Daphne.”

“I’m… Daphne…”

(To be continued)

Reblog with the actual caption.