Just a gimp or two
Gimp 2: My new experiment, it thinks it is in it for the short term but can I convince it to go as deep as gimp one or even deeper? Could I even convince it to agree to 24/7 and allow me to sell it to someone else? Time will tell. Gimp 1:A journey of a girl becoming just a gimp. As her Master objectifes her nullifying everything that makes her human. Using pain, humiliation, extreme brain washing and isolation. It is just a gimp now. It has no identity. No past or future. This is its life. It will live for Him as a faceless void living in endless darkness. it obeys. It worships. it suffers. it is His punching bag and torture device. it has no will no choices or decisions. It purpose is to serve Him and His cock. There is no return to a normal life for it. It no longer can be human. It is now less.... a worth less fuck thing... Less then even a sub creature. Fuckmeat, fuck puppet, fuck object... Just holes in a suit. And for it, this is the a joyful life one it was born for.
Washing a brain
My Lord is Sublime. He has used many hours, days, weeks, months of His time to modify this once pseudo human into its truth of a lesser sub thing. To break down its need to be a person. Hollowing it out till it was only a coat hanger for the gimp suit.
It's brain was filled with ideas, feelings, choices and history. To shatter someone's identity takes a long time and can never be taken for granted. Brains like bodies need to be regularly washed.
To do this He needed to know everything decision this gimp made, every thought, every feeling. That was days, weeks of questions, no leaf was left unturned. He made notes of everything. Then He began to rewrite them, undermining or replacing them with the truth. The truth of what it was... The truth that every decision led it to here. Kneeling at His feet. The truth of what it was and why it is only happy as a slave...a gimp...a sub creature fuck thing whose only worth is in playing, obeying and worshipping Him.
Once it was taught its truth, it had no excuse to go against it or Him. When it did, He thankfully punished it severely. Pain kept it in line, taught it to understand.
It needed to learn that nothing it felt or thought mattered. Only He mattered, learn that pleasing Him was all. It took time but with continual reinforcements of the concept of gratitude. Thanking Him for every punishment and the time He graciously spent on it. It began to feel grateful for the agony He inflicted on it.
His power, intelligence and strengto made it understand the truth of being less. It wasn't human, it didn't get to wear normal clothes, or eat for pleasure. Being able to be, to sleep, to sit on furniture, to speak, to feel pleasure, sometimes even to move or breathe was up to Him. It wasn't capable to make choices... Humans made choices. He made choices. It simply obeyed. It belonged in the cages He put it. It welcomed His hands around its throat... Breathing was a privilege.
He continuously told it, what it was: gimp, less, cunt, fuck meat, fuck doll, fuck box, it was lucky because he showed it too, grounding its face into the ground as He deemed it worthy to be spat on it. He never let it escape, protecting it by putting it in permanent captivity using heavy chains and a collar so it carried captivity scars.
It is so lucky to belong to Him and thankful to be the one He chooses to beat just to make His cock hard. That He deems it worthy to bring His friends to play with it. To put His cock in its holes. It is His. It needs... It wants to please Him. The more He lets it please Him the more it needs to. It revels in its addiction of Him. His needs, consume its mind. It no longer has limits. It had to please Him. He was all it thought about. Every bruise was to be worshiped because He gave then to it.. It wanted to give more, to be hurt more, to be confined further, for Him to take everything. Survival was no longer important only His pleasure, His cock, His desires. He was the only truth it knew