The final step (real)(4. One month)

It has been a month. I can't believe it. Nothing has been easy. Nothing is easy. Centuries of social conditioning aren't easily broken. The MASTER has told me that he hasn't even started with me yet. In contrast, I feel completely transformed, not only by the physical changes in my body but by my own perception of myself. I no longer recognize myself in the mirror when I am naked. The bruises, of course, but above all the piercings, the chastity cage that has practically made my clit disappear, and especially the two tattoos: "slave" in front and "whore" in the back.

I meet with my lawyer friends to play football every Thursday. It's a feat to make them not realize what I am. I also know that my friends see my changes. In my way of speaking, walking, or my gestures. The MASTER has forbidden me to return to the extremely masculine ways I had. I already feel ridiculous speaking or moving like a man. But still, I try to tone it down and conceal it. It doesn't make me feel good to pretend to be something I'm not. "I am a slave, a cheap whore, a piece of meat the MASTER uses at will." I am chained, fucked, peed on, beaten, and made to suck cocks and swallow cum for hours. And here I am playing football?

In those moments is when I miss being the cheap whore of the MASTER the most and drinking my Cheap Whore Elixir. Who would have thought a month ago that I would like it. Who would have thought a month ago that my food would never be that of a normal person again. Never again a beer, a coke, or a pizza. "Your only delicacy is cum and piss, whore," the MASTER likes to say. But I also have to eat vegetables and drink water. Eggs still raw, I'm still struggling. Meat only once a week, and on all fours like the bitch that I am. I've slimmed down a lot. When they fuck me, sometimes they lift me up as if I were a bag.

The MASTER makes me serve HIS Dominant Friends, even in their homes. This month, they have used me a lot. "Don't let me receive a complaint, whore, or you'll regret it." I don't think they complain. I try to be extremely accommodating. And it's not just for my MASTER, it's because I genuinely enjoy pleasing them. It's never easy, of course. They all call me "whore," but no real whore would accept to do what they make me do. They are sadistic. It's not just fucking me and using my throat as if there's no tomorrow, it's something else... In general, my MASTER's Friends have their own partners. The sex between them is completely different from what they do to me (to the pig and me). "Never forget, slut, you have no sexuality, no sex; you're a sack, a bag, two holes to fill with cum, you're flesh to release tension, bruise upon bruise." What they do to me isn't fucking. It's not sex. It's pure power. They do what they do to me because they can. Sometimes even I didn't know I could do that, or that they would go so far.

Obeying immediately has been one of the most difficult things. "Forget about thinking, whore!" I...