A further day, still strictly collared and tight corsetted, began by kneeling near Mistress Lillian, a very painful needle-torture on my sensitive huge breasts and forced sex by a stranger wich asked Mistress for permission to abuse Lynn and me.
After i got nipple-rings attached to my tortured breasts, the poor girl Lynn screamed and cried while her treatment was executed from Mistress Lillian. After our chains were opened again we were freegiven for hard abuse by a cruel man with his large stonehard cock.
I needed to rest after the long timed penetration of my abrased vagina, ass and mouth.
As i awoke after a while, Mistress was forcing me to tell and show her detailed another typically "J0RI-Outfit" wich she assimilated in a breathtaking perfection. The shock and frustration after seeing my Mistress as "me" caused an soul-hurting impact of existencial fear deep inside me.
Mistress Lillian commands me to wear a very tight black latex-catsuit and added painful high-heeled ballet-booots, a strong placed and uncheatable leather-armbinder, the cruel and extremely tight bound waist-corset, the steel-chastity-belt and an incredible humiliating leather-dog-hood on me. With a smile in her beautiful face she programmed the related release-timer for beeing restricted one entire week. The last surviving pieces of my boast, confidence and former identity began to crumble.
The use of our powerful Transformation-Quantum-Unit, targeted to my brain and neural system intensed the cleaning-process of my past.
At the Toilet Tower she used me as her pee-swallowing toilet-unit and made my assigned role very catchy with.
My blemished disgusting appereance fed continuous the fast growing frustration wich squelched efficient any spark of enjoyment. Combined with the physical pain on feet, chest and arms i felt the near end of my individual formed personality coming closer and closer. Inside the oppressive and deep hurting desperation i felt the turndown of my mind. Questions about the further ability to lead and manage the FFU and Morken started nightmarish dances in the ruins of my soul. After molesting Miss Graves and the present people with my mincing, ego soaked and self-absorbed cant, i passed out and sank down. The feared abyss devoured me while darkness took away my consciousness.
The clicking of Mistress Lillian´s pumps brought me back and i awoke quickly. I had to follow her inside my office. Mistress wanted talk with me. I got in new fear as i assumed getting ejected from her, as consequence of my stupid caterwauling. But her wise and careful choosen offers about my collarship and obedience to her, brightened up the darkness in wich i felt lost and alone. I promised to stick it out and begged Mistress Lillian for continuing her instruction and disciplination on me. She checked quickly the bindings on my very restricted outfit, placed a leash on my collar and brought me to the central FFU Plaza where always a few people chills and talks. I felt ashamed after all the trouble i caused and lowered my gaze. Mistress Lillian commanded me to stand good visible and displayed next to her. My appereance was disgusting and humiliating as hours before - but deep inside me i made peace with the new identity and role, my Mistress decided on me.
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