Complete conversion

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Complete conversionFor those of you who read the stories i posted some time ago about my Masters will know the kind of treatment I received at their hands. Perhaps anyone could see the path they put me on. I have to admit I had a vague idea but I never saw the full scope. Until I was set down by both my Masters and the explained just what they expected of me.For years they had been searching for a sub they could own, someone who would willingly go along with their plans for his own benefit as well as that of them. As it turns out I was the sub that eventually met their standards. However they desired more, their plan for me was something different all together. You could call it TPE, 24/7 or even complete surrender. In any case it turned into a complete subversion of me, a transformation into a perfect sub and masochist who will suffer for them. A sub that doesn’t fear the torment but has complete and blind faith in it’s Masters. A specimen of perfect obedience. They had a plan that would destroy me, break me down into pieces and from that build me up again into this twisted embodiment of a sub. As I sat there I considered their offer and I accepted. I will share with you how some of the methods they used. There was no waiting to get ready, my Masters had been planning this for years before I even showed up and they knew exactly what they had to do. They took my phone from me and stripped me naked. After that they shaved away all the hair on my body. With a permanent marker they wrote my çorum escort new designation on my forehead; “PIG”Soon after I was forced on my knees in front of a mirror and was forced to suck my Masters cock and my Mistress’ Strap-on. Randomly they would turn my head so I could see my own face. “What is your name?” They’d ask. If I didn’t answer PIG fast or loud enough my Master would lock his arms around my shoulders and neck and my Mistress punched and kicked me all over. Believe me, I learned. But i learned the wrong lesson. I thought I could fake it until this day would be done and things would go back to normal. I thought I could act to be this perfect sub they had in mind. But I was wrong.After some time and a lot of bruising I was bend over a table. I received a rough assfucking and I was only allowed to make pig noises. Anything else would result in receiving a few k**neypunches. And I received a few of those. By the end I received my Masters cum on my face. I was set down in front of the mirror again and made to hold my slave pose. I had to shout “My name is pig! I am a worthless slut!” over and over again as I watched the cum slide down over my face.After a long time I was ordered to clean-up. I spend my evenings in what they called visual reprogramming. I had to stand in front of a computer screen with restraints on. I was standing with arms and legs spread. While I did they showed me pictures. Some pictures of things I liked, of me before, things that made me me. While they escort çorum were displayed I received beatings, I was choked, I was made to shout “I am pig” over and over again until another picture came. The other pictures were of slaves being tortured, the real heavy and dark stuff. Pictures me me submitting in previous sessions. When I was shown a picture with behavior like that I immediatly had to shout “Pig is ready for this Sir!” or “Pig is ready for this Ma’am!” depending on which of my Masters showed it too me. This exercise lasted until bed time.I say bed time but I didn’t get to sleep in a bed, it was a cage with restraints attached to the bars and every night I was locked in and had to make the best of the situation. I’ll tell you, you learn to sleep in a situation like that.Another method was referred to as the quest for truth. Chained down to a plateau by my wrists and ankles I had electrodes attached to my body. These didn’t go to some tens unit on batteries, this was custom designed for max power. The metal electrodes were mostly wires wrapped around my skin or attached with clamps. Targetting my genitals, feet, ass and arms they could deal sustained shocks that would make my muscles spasm and make me cry out for mercy. They also used cattle prods on my sides. They sprayed water over me and with wet spunges attached to another stimbox they would drag across my body. They wouldn’t just do this. I would receive a question that I would have to answer instantly, honestly, without çorum escort bayan thinking. If I wasn’t fast enough, if I lied or if I talked for too long to sort my thoughts they would unleash electric hell as well as trampeling and beatings. It would start of easily, for example; What is slave position number 3? What did you eat last night? The questions would become harder and harder until I slipped up and received shocking. Even before I could recover they would fire more questions on me. After a while I answered automatically, and when the faithful question came “What is your name?” I failed to answer correctly. The torment was unleashed and they shouted at me “You are PIG! Learn your place pig!” Until I apologised enough and begged for mercy. This practice would be administered once a day to check my progress. For those who wonder; Yes eventually I answered “My name is pig!” And I learned my new place.Another part of my conversion existed of me giving up my limits. One of my limits was always liking asses. After I become more docile they would set me on my hands and knees. My Mistress would kneel before me and my Master told me to go lick her ass until she came. I replied with “Yes Sir, I will!” But doing so would result in punishment. I thought this was some weird plan and I had not the wits to understand my Master’s ways. But I learned, I learned I just had to crawl forward and service my Mistress. The “I will” part implied I had a choice, that I had something to say in the matter. But I didn’t.After a long trail I was finally broken and rebuild. I am now pig.They used more methods but some are a secret, some too explicit to mention here. Feel free to DM me for information. Hope you enjoyed my story.

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