UNFINISHED STORY CHAPTER 2 BY JASON

AS YOU REMEMBER FROM CHAPTER ONE SHELLE WAS A 20 YEAR OLD. HER GIRLISH GOOD LOOKS AND KNOWING SMILE CAUGHT THE EYE OF HER PROFESSOR, WHO FELL UNDER HER CHARM AND PERSUASION WHICH SHE USED TO ENSLAVE HIM INTO A LIFE OF SERVITUDE. AS THE PROFESSOR WAS ALREADY GETTING A DIVORCE, SHELLE WAS ABLE TO MANIPULATE THE SITUATION COMPLETELY TO HER BENEFIT….WHICH INCLUDED USING THE PROFESSOR TO ENHANCE HER RELATIONSHIP WITH OTHER “SUGAR DADDIES” SHE HAD CULTIVATED. AND NOW CHAPTER 2.

                               Chapter 2 ENSLAVEMENT

Shelle sipped the margarita the Professor had just brought on a tray as she relaxed languidly in a deck chair next to the pool in back of the Professor’s house, well she thought and giggled, what used to be the Professor’s house. Shelle had not remained in the apartment long. He didn’t need all that space in the house he told Her. So he moved into the apartment and She took the house, though he came over frequently to handle all the cooking, cleaning and to wait on Her hand and foot.

Relaxing as the warm summer sun kissed her perfect bronzed, toned, and sexy body, the professor brought Her a second margarita.— She had sent the first back scornfully complaining the rim had too little salt and the Professor had sheepishly and apologetically went off to make another one. Crawled off would be more accurate.

Shelle had conditioned the Professor in so many ways and given him so many fetishes to tease and torment him with. One of the changes that amused Shelle the most was the fact that when alone with Her he had such trouble keeping his balance and walking up right that he immediately was forced to drop to his knees and crawl rather than walk. Walking was just too difficult for him, now. In public, or when others were around, he could walk or run perfectly. When alone with Her however, he crawled. He did not mind this as he preferred to crawl now, thinking of himself in Her collar and on Her leash. Like the dozens of other fetishes and behavior modifications Shelle had given him, crawling aroused him and his only desire was to kneel at Shelle’s feet. Like an obedient puppy. He accepted this as his proper place without question, as he accepted whatever Shelle told him now. To him it seemed completely normal and natural.

Shelle giggled a bit as she thought of all that had happened in T/their relationship during the past two years. Hypnosis had dramatically increased his already submissive desires and his desire to remain completely chaste. He trusted Her completely now and accepted everything She told him as Absolute Authority. So deep was his trust that he has given her power of attorney over all his assets and affairs. She had thought about having his assets all transferred to Her name but ultimately decided there was no reason to have her name on the mortgage. He was paying all the bills anyway. He had agreed that She would manage all his financial affairs. He accepted that She could manage them better than he could, that he would just waste it, and that he must make sure she was well taken care of. Under hypnosis, his findom fetish had developed into an obsession, while his chief source of pleasure was obedience and devotion to Her. The pleasure of sacrificing and supporting Her filled him with pleasure and arousal. She had him on a strict budget, but he insisted that she pamper herself, indulged with massages, having her nails and hair done and filling out her wardrobe. His credit card balances rose each month satisfying Her desires. But most satisfying to him was the fact that he was funding Her entire retirement program and paying off all Her debts.

Now, She decided he needed to be more attentive to Her, to his duties as Her slave. She told him he could not afford the apartment on his budget and he was wasting money better spent on Her. So she told him, he would live in a large closet in the basement of the house. He had a roomy cage and dog bed he slept in every night wearing his collar. Pictures of her feet, breasts, legs, eyes, hair, lips and ass were pinned to the wall above a small altar so that he could edge and say his mantras while looking at them.
In his cage he would Mantra when he touched himself:
i am on my knees and worship my MISTRESS Shelle
When i Mantra i fall deeper and deeper under Her control
i dedicate myself to obey and serve SHELLE
i live to be Her financial slave and pay Her bills.
i need to please Her and make Her happy
She owns me, my cock and all i have
Being Her money slave makes hard and happy
She lets me stroke and edge when i am Her good boy
Serving as Her money slaves gives me purpose
i crave Her ownership, training and control

Shelle giggled as She thought about how much She had conditioned him and now controlled all his thoughts and desires now. So powerful was her control that She had even been able to hypnotize him to forget that he had ever owned the house or lived anywhere other than the closet.

The pool had been Shelle’s idea. In fact, the Professor had never swam in it. He cleaned and maintained it, but begged that it should be for Her and not to be allowed to use it. He had also built a dungeon in the basement for punishment, body worship, and for Her to train him how to act appropriately. Some of Her Sugar Daddies also visited to learn to OBEY properly and he would watch through a camera and allowed to edge.

There had been problems at first, as in any relationship. He was a little heavier than he should be and so she had trained him to eat only out of Her hand or off Her feet. An elliptical exercise machine in the dungeon allowed Her to provide “special” motivation for his new exercise regime.

He could be haughty playing the “Professor” sometimes. In general, he was now conditioned to accept everything She told Him as absolute authority and to defer to Her and to think and desire only what She had taught him to think and desire. But there were times when she needed a fuller explanation for something with class or school. He would often “mansplain” or assume a disdainful attitude in his explanations. She had dealt with this decisively through two steps.

She started a new hypnotic programming program to lower his intelligence. Frankly, except when he was working at School or doing Her classwork, an IQ of 80 was all he really needed to do the menial tasks She required of him and be fully content. And She reminded him She had friends and Sugar Daddies for more intelligent conversation. For most of the time he was kept as a low grade submissive, able to handle most simple tasks. She has programmed him to believe that his life was stressful when he made his own decisions or had to think for himself. His intelligence made him unhappy and he made bad decisions anyway. Being his own man was just too much for him. His life would be so much happier if Shelle did all the thinking and made all the decisions for him and his would be easier if he were not so smart. After all, he trusted Her to know what was best, didn’t he? And She took care of all his submissive needs. After a few sessions, he begged Her desperately to make him Her stupid slave. But She didn’t do so right away. She saw a way to reinforce his Chastity as well. He already had been conditioned to release only on Her command. Now when he did so, he would lose 10 IQ points each time he released.

She also deeply hypnotized Him and ordered him to research and teach Her everything about Gaslighting. She made him forget She had done this. She slowly started to undermine his self-confidence and world views to absorb everything She taught him. He became completely dependent on Her for all his beliefs and self-validation. In spite of this he loved her desperately and She was the sole focus of his world. He loved his life now, constantly desperately aroused and wanting to cum but craving chastity. He had to hear Her voice or listen to a session. He begged for her commands and to be punished if She were not satisfied. He said he was happier than he had ever been. And in fact he was.

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