Frenchy's Fantasy Part 4
 
 The room was huge, the size of a gym hall or something like that. The white, immaculate, almost shiny walls as well as the ceiling were covered by XXX large home cinema screens, all of them featuring films, all different but including a single starring actress: Princess Angel. Close up on Princess Angel’s face, perfect lips, unbelievable eyes. Princess Angel calmly walking along a pond in a beautiful park in winter, wearing high boots, a Scottish style skirt, an angora black sweater and a fur coat. Princess on the beach in some pacific ocean heaven. Princess' legs in black stockings and short leather dark brown boots, walking somewhere in the city. There was a background sound i did not first identify. It seemed to come from everywhere. A soft, psychadelic kind of music and a voice, Princess Angels of course, repeating mantra after mantra,
"Princess Angel is God, you must obey God Angel, you need to please your God, Princess Angel's tits and legs own your mind, you need to spoil them, they're your Masters. You have no will, you don't make decisions, you just listen and obey Princess, your owner," etc.
These mantras came in waves, sometimes one after the other, sometimes all together, in no apparent order.

Yoko smiled as she saw me trying to understand what was going on.
"After 5 days and 5 nights of hearing this non stop, i garantee your brain will never be able to properly operate again. A mind fuck like you never heard of before, believe me moron. i know what i'm talking about, i've been through this myself. If Princess showed up right now with a knife and asked me to cut one my fingers for Her amusement, i'd do it without the slightest hesitation."

i looked at her and decided she was serious.

"But we're not here to talk, doggy, we've got work to do haven't we?"

Not expecting any answer from me, she pulled my leash and we crossed the entire room. She opened a door i'd not noticed because it was as white as the rest of the room and pushed me into a huge, perfectly equiped bathroom. As i wasn't moving fast enough she hit my ass with the tip of her heel, so brutally i didn't have to check it out to realize it was bleeding.
                           
"Step inside," she yelled, pointing her index at a huge oval bath tub.

I stepped in the bathtub along with the razors and shaving gel Mistress Yoko’d handed me. Before She left the room, She said:
 “You’ve got 15 minutes before inspection. You’d better do a good job at removing hair from your ENTIRE body. You will get one crop strike per remaining hair I find on your body. After you’re done removing hair, showering and drying, you cream your whole body with this,” She added, pointing at a huge body cream bottle.

“Yes Mistress Yoko” I said in a strange faggy voice, though I had not planned to do so.

At this point, I realize it’s going to be hard for me to explain what has been going on then. The first 3 days, especially, after Yoko came back to fetch me in the bathroom, then inspected me and, finding no hair, had that wicked smile I’ll never forget.

After She took me back to the large room I don’t know precisely what happened, I only get flashes. my memory’s fading even though I try so hard to remember what followed, because I was deprived from any access to daylight, from sleep, food and so forth.

Flashes. Yoko tying me up to a "hospital bed" and beating me methodically with Her bare hands, then different crops, paddles, until my whole body was hurting, heating, and totally red or rather dark pink, though there was no blood or scar. She must have been extremely skilled in order to achieve that kind of thing. By the time She’d finished slapping and striking I was ready to do anything She’d ask. I was tamed, broken, eager to please, anything provided I wouldn’t get beaten again.
 
 I think I spent most of the 3 following days under intense brainwashing, listening Princess Angel’s voice non stop through a powerful head set Yoko had ajusted to my ears. I don’t think I ever got to sleep but if I did, my Owner’s voice followed me through my dreams, as well as Her image because every time I opened my eyes She was everywhere, on the ceiling, the walls, Her eyes, lips, legs, breast, leather boots, high heels, silk dresses, incredibly sexy pantyhose and stockings. The voice never stopped. I still hear it today as I write these lines because after that week my brain was permanently damaged. The mind fuck of a lifetime.

From time to time, Yoko would come, untie my legs and arms and drag me to the bathroom, then bring me back to the “table.” Sometimes She would allow me to drink, Red Bull only. She needed me to stay awake and learn.

After 3 nights and 3 days, at least I think that’s what it was, the light went back on. They hurt my eyes so much it took me over 10 minutes to open them.

She had me sit and fed me fruits. She was talking to me but at first i did not understand what She said, because all i was hearing was God Angel's voice, like the head set was still on my ears.

The voice and messages i’d been force fed for three days were still filling my brain and ears, along with the esoteric, hypnotic music on the background.
“Princess Angel is GOD, you must obey Princess Angel, you only exist for Her to use you, please Princess Angel, Worship your God, Spoil Princess Angel’s tits, they own your mind, worship God Angel’s boots, do not think, do not plan, just obey The Voice, God’s voice,” etc.
I really had become a total junkie in a matter of 72 hours or so. In my mind, from that moment on, there was no doubt Princess Angel was GOD, the real GOD. God owned me. I was ready to do anything for Her. I knew I would never be able to look in Her eyes again, because you don’t cross the eyes of God. I would not be able to touch Her. I wondered what I would do if I was allowed in Her presence. She’d become a totally divine, mystical character to me, Holy Angel, my Superior Princess, my Owner and true Divinity.

That’s when Mistress Yoko’s words finally made sense:
“Go shower and shave again, now. Your God will be here in a moment. You must be ready.”
Was it me or was not only respect but even a touch of fear in Yoko’s voice as She gave me the news?

I had just come back from the bathroom, shaven, smooth skin, when I heard the rising, clear sound of a foot step, which sent a shock wave through my spine. Another shock came with the blow I got from Mistress Yoko, kicking my leg with Her boots while yelling:
 “On your knees dogshit, bow in front of your God.”
I dropped to my knees and stayed there, facing the door, my forehead on the ground. To my surprise, Mistress Yoko dropped to her knees too, keepomg Her back straight but Her eyes down.

I heard the door open and the footsteps again, which stopped a few inches from my face.

Finger snap.

I raised my head a little only to face a magnificent dark brown leather boot. I rushed to kiss it with more enthusiasm, love and dedication the most faithful dog in the world would have displayed at the sight of his owner after a long leave.

"Up straight on your knees, hands on your back."
i heard Princess Angel’s voice order. I obeyed at once of course. My eyes were now facing my Owner’s hips. Princess was wearing a short, tight black dress that left Her beautiful shoulders free, as well as a pair of black pantyhose, at least I guessed so and these brown boots I’d just been allowed to worship.

i didn’t dare raise my eyes higher than Her belt and generally tried my best to avoid any move. I swear I knew Princess was smiling though I couldn’t see Her face. She stroked my head with Her hand, then pinched my cheek. It hurt, but I didn’t want to show it.

After a moment, without saying a word, She started slapping my face, slowly, methodically, right hand, left hand, right, left, right, left. My head was spinning, my cheeks on fire. How long did that last? 5 minutes? 10? I couldn’t tell. After a few minutes I started crying in silence and I felt tears falling to the ground after they’d failed to cool down my burning cheeks.

At one point, i believe i lost consciousness and fell to the ground. When i woke up, hours laters, or perhaps one full day, who knows, i was lying on the bed in the dark and the first thing i realized was how hard my cock was; and how incredibly horny i felt, so horny it was almost painful. i could feel a scratch in my left arm and i decided i'd been injected with some powerful aphrodisiac substance of sort. That's when i found out the earset was back on my head and my Owner's voice had been playing there the whole time i was asleep, delivering the same message over and over:
"you NEED cock, you are obsessed by cock, nothing else arouses you from now on, only cock and your Owner and God, you WANT to stroke a thick, pulsating cock, suck it, lick it, put it up your mangina," etc...
That moment, a screen on the ceiling started playing a porn film including young fellows with huge cocks and shemales and a lot of action between them. Over and over.
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