Lauren still remembered her old life, a little. When she had a will of her own, and the man who now controlled her every waking moment had just been some guy around the office. She’d worked in an office, she was pretty sure of that, though she couldn’t remember what she did there.

And then one day he was… different. Commanding. Powerful. Alluring. He’d looked into her eyes, said something, and next thing she knew she was inviting him back to her place.

He’d shown her vistas of pleasure and passion she’d never imagined. Overwhelming pleasure, mind-shattering, will-breaking. And when the pleasure broke her, he molded what was left. Shaped it, rebuilt it, into a new Lauren, one that existed for pleasure–his pleasure. A plaything, a toy, a living fantasy for him to use however he wanted.

And every time he used her, her memory of the old Lauren got a little farther away, and she became a little bit more his.

As she kissed and licked and stroked his cock before their morning fuck, Lauren knew that this might be the last time, the time he fucked her brains out completely and there was nothing left but his adoring slave.

She hoped so.