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“And what do you say when I give you an order?” the trainer barked.

She didn’t want to answer, but she knew the dull ache would grow, become a throbbing, maddening pain, until she said the words–and eventually,  when it grew too much to bear, she would say them. She’d come to learn that the hard way Why not avoid all that and say them now? “Yes, Master,” she said dully, reluctantly.

“Good girl,” he said.

The gem on her collar flared with light and pleasure stormed through her, incredible, orgasmic bliss. She fell to the carpet, gasping.

“See how simple it is?” he said. “Defy me before you obey, and there is pain until you do. Obey me immediately, and there is pleasure.”

“Yes…” she sighed from the floor, which earned her another brief burst of pleasure.

Already, her defiant glare was replaced by a mix of dull hatred and pleading–whether to be freed or to receive more pleasure, she wasn’t sure. But increasingly she obeyed, and even as the orders became harder, more complex, more sexual, the reward for immediate obedience became greater.

In time, the last of her defiance dissolved away into the pleasure of obedience. The desire for freedom followed it swiftly, and soon after, the hatred. Soon, she wouldn’t even need the collar to feel the pleasure of obeying her Master. It would be a part of her, a collar in her mind that bound her more thoroughly than the one around her neck ever could.

When that day came, she would truly be a slave–forever.

Model: Josefine Forsberg