I had been reading the site for Chasti-PermaLock for some time and I decided to figure out what, in a perfect world, I’d buy for myself if I could.
One of the problems was that I don’t have an owner to give the control remotes to, so it couldn’t be a situation where someone else was doing things to me, ultimately I wanted the appliances to do the things to me and to have anyone who owned me to be able to override them. Read more…
I surfed the internet and I noticed that some sites excited me, and some sites made parts of my body hurt. Scientific sites punished me, while sites like “Girls Gone Wild” would raise my heartbeat and make my nipples harden.
I started keeping track of those sites that excited and those that punished, and the more intelligent they seemed to be, the more I was punished. I picked the Journal of the American Medical Association and started clicking randomly through the online articles, and I hurt, all over my back, buttocks and thighs, as though I was being spanked for being there. I stayed there, and I could feel the blows landing on my flesh, even though there was no way I could be spanked. Read more…
The pattern continued for quite some time. Days were passing blending into weeks. I noticed that my work became worse. I was getting more and more vague instead of being as precise as was needed. I started writing ‘thing’ instead of the exact buttons and that ‘stuff would happen’ instead of describing exactly what.
Work became such a chore. I wasn’t able to concentrate or focus and with the fall of my intelligence and descriptions, I was soon on probation and under several administrative warnings. Read more…
Since Mindy had gone to work with her gag in, her employers decided to make sure that she didn’t have to talk at all while she was at work. Their first step was to remove her telephone, and re-route all her calls to other workers. Their next step was to reassign her to tasks that required little thought and no interaction.
She became a file clerk over night.
She still had computer access and was able to do some email exchanges with her co-workers, but this move was a definite move down the corporate ladder for her. She took a cut in her pay, and had to move from the cubicle she had to a room that was wall-to-wall file folders. She still retained the alphabet and her numbering skills, so her work wasn’t affected by the restrictions put on her by the appliances.
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Mindy’s days continued to pass, flowing one into another without much to mark them. With her de-education, she had lost track of the days of the week, the weeks of the year and the months as well.
The days were the same. At 4 in the morning she would be awakened by the alarms in her mouth and crotch so she could crawl out of her kennel, the little cage that she was now locked into when she wasn’t serving another’s pleasure. She still did her Pony exercise faithfully, all hitched up and running for all she was worth on the treadmill, but then the pattern had changed.
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Mindy the Slave part 1
