Dominatrix System

Chapter 87

I walked over to the training room and sent Kitty to her cage. She, without hesitation, put herself in the cage. She closed the door behind her without thought and laid down without complaint, only stopping to issue a "Merow" Back to me as she headed off. I looked at the sopping mess that Nickey was behind me. I stepped into the Training room, knowing Kitty was back in the room. Recently I have given her more freedom. I was slowly wearing down the defenses in her mind making her think more like a pet. I could never be sure how far along she was in her transformation from a person to a pet. This was true since I was trying to eradicate language slowly from her head. I wanted her to start thinking like a cat instead of an intelligent person.

This wasn't to make her stupid. Even animals have more or less intelligence; otherwise, I wouldn't be so happy with my Tigers, who could understand complex orders and navigate cities by themselves to get back to me safely. No, I remember a study back in my past incarnation about languages and how it affects us as people. If you spoke English as your main language, you thought in that language. This was the same in every other language in my past world as well. This didn't mean much until you look at the attitude or reactions in certain situations where it mattered. Aboriginals in one language never had a right or left in their native tongue. They instead went by north, east, south, and west. This ended up with the majority of their natives knowing the direction they were facing at all times. This was underground or in buildings. This was what it equated to. If I started to get Kitty to think like a cat and in that language that she would conjure herself, she would effectively be tamed by her own brain. She would then do anything for her master that feeds and spoils her. Her own brain would become the cage that traps her instead of the collar around her neck.

This was my working end goal for my cute kitty that enjoyed my pampering. I looked around the clean training room and opened the Iron maiden. Out came a mouse-kin Sissy. He looked fearfully up at me and started to cry and beg for mercy. Freya must have punished him for something last night while I was busy and didn't notice him in there. I noticed the wounds, and I gagged his mouth, tempted to put him back in. I wasn't looking for him, but I didn't need him around at the moment. With the gag shutting him up, I put him in the corner, allowing him to sleep silently. The Iron maiden is not a joke, and his tears continued to stream down his face as he laid in the corner. The kid would never be a man again. I looked at the broken mouse-kin knowing that the final stages of servitude were being cemented in his mind.

The Complete lack of caring would attach him to the next person that showed any care for him. His mind was now struggling to survive. He needed his owner, and I decided to hand him off to Ingrid. The Mouse-kin sissy would do anything for love and attention now as I was about to show that I could be affectionate to women. This would bring into his mind wanting to be a woman for that attention and affection. His mind would hold that being male means being abused, Whereas being a woman meant being showered with affection. This would put him in his place and make his own mind prison for life. I giggled, thinking about it.

That giggle sounded in the room as Nickey stood before me with trembling legs. Her desperation grew as she herself was caught in my web to be changed to my whims. Prisoner of her own wants and desires that I shaped for her. 'This World is so much fun!' I thought as I now looked through my open toy cabinet, thinking of how I was going to start training this toy. I had a pain doll, and Nickey would not follow me on my travels. No, I needed something that she could do to herself to keep up the training but would never be as good as me doing it to her. She was a great pawn in the empire. She was a humiliation masochist that had been awoken to the pleasures of it. The thing was that she was also a powerful woman with a multi-century family under her control. She was a shrewd woman that let her desires make a blind spot. She knew when to quit. I needed her to ignore those feelings and continuously crawl back, begging for that attention that only I can give.