Thread: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & Zero_Kyrael)

RE Keep telling yourself, It's for the money... PsionicCuttlefish ... I stood for a moment as he looked over me seemingly to be thinking over her look hand rubbing on his chin. I half shut one eye body shifting away as he commented upon my panties and bra. It wasn't the worse he had said, but it was harsh and it felt like he was just warming up. I looked to him trying to steel myself feeling a harsh whirlwind of comments would soon be unleashed upon me. It was just a lot to try and handle at once both the new situations, the embarrassment, the now loud more aggressive shift in tone. I tried my best to stand still as he said, but that surge of annoyance was getting stronger every time he kept saying Tabby. This time adding bitch just felt more annoying this time my ears and my tail cringe at the word. The kitchen was also cold my body feeling more chilled by the moment being in the kitchen feeling my own nipples tarting to harden underneath my bra. Goosebumps crawl across my flesh making my hair stand on end. I waited and watched as he took my suitcase apart and found little of interest. I was not surprised he wasn't interested in much in my bag. When he got to my phone though I felt a dark chill seep down my spine as he explained he would limit my phone time. I felt my mind trace back to classes on brainwashing and felt the dark chill become stronger. He was isolating me from the outside world. Cutting off my support. The over bearing presence before, now hard loud words, along with being in a cold environment. He is adding stress and planning to wear me down. I probably would not get a lot of solid rest either. More things to embarrass me and just constantly wear down on my defenses. After that simple behavioral therapy. Positive reinforcement for doing what he wants and negative for when I disobey. I bite my lip hard drawing a little bit of blood. He doesn't want a sub girl.. ... he wants a literal Trained sex pet!! My eyes go wide as my heart picks up the pace. I needed the money and had already been to this point, but should I really stay? I wasn't sure I could handle this and he clearly had a plan to break me down. Could I make it just a month or would I really turn into his pet? I shook my head and remembered I just had to focus. If you can focus on strong feelings and remember them it could help. I tried to think of strong thoughts of now so I could hold on to them for the entire month, but it was shattered by the sudden vision of him forcing me to orgasm forcing me to be pleasured whether I liked it or not. I felt sick as the last image of the thought was my face ... smiling. I slightly bent over holding my tummy lightly, but I wasn't given any time to recover as he pulled something else out of my bag. I groaned hoping even more than the diploma he wouldn't find that hidden in the pouch of my bad. I couldn't look I just could not watch as he moved it to his finger. I looked down hoping for just a moment he wouldn't hit the! bbbbbbbbbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz I felt a flood of color to my face. I felt dizzy from such an intense rush of blood flooding my head brought of from the sheer embarrassment. I didn't know what to do but keep looking down and wait till my face cools. I tried to think of the strong thoughts to center myself, but that buzzing noise kept taking my focus. To my own slight surprise I felt a small ting of defensiveness over my finger buzz as he called it small and pathetic. I had really liked it and it had been perfect size for me. I didn't have time to dwell because the emotional assault was still not over yet as his booming voice filled the room as he pulled out my degree. His mocking tone and disingenuous remarks and body language each hit me like a slap. I felt the flushing in my face turn from a warm blush to a burning hot anger. I had worked hard for that degree years and he was shrugging it off and taunting me with it before tossing it aside like trash. What was worse is I knew now that he saw the degree he would either assume I really am so kind of deviant slut or worse he would guess I was so hard up for money in this economy I might put up with even worse conditions then he planned. Sure enough on his next command was to finish stripping down even ending it with Tabby once again. I found my breathing was heavy pants as I was still looking down but more from a mixed sensation. I felt it hard to think my brain was completely washed with emotion. Embarrassment flooding in and shame from not being able to avoid this situation and anger from his repeat calling me of Tabby and treating of my degree a representation of my hard work like trash. I could not quite see straight I felt dizzy dazed all at once. I couldn't even remember anything about strong thoughts or staying calm. I just wanted to Scream, cry, yell, and crawl into a corner and die all at the same time. I breathed for several moments not moving or talking as I hoped it would subside, but it wouldn't. I gripped my bra and panties almost tearing them off and tossing them at him. I kept myself from more than throwing underwear as the shame of really needing the money just barely won out against running away. Here you go, Master? I manage to say with gritted teeth standing there my hands at my sides feeling dizzy again as I embarrassment and shame of my naked form replace the anger as for once I was happy to be in a cold room to have the cold air on my burning face.i