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She stood glassy eyed and read her mantras of the screen in front of her very quietly. Any sound she made above the meekest whisper was punished.
Her smart corset monitored everything she said and tightened autonomously to punish her bad behaviour. Restricting her breathing or worse just before meal times so her appetite would be reduced to just a few bites despite her constant hunger.
She had no idea how long she had been standing this session. She was just glad that the treadmill beneath her wasn't moving right now. Probably giving her time to get used to the newer higher heels on her feet. She had gotten used to walking constantly in the 4" stillettos and had hoped she wouldn't need higher but as ever the decision was not hers to make. She knew she'd get used to them and she loved pretty shoes. At least she did now.
Slowly and surely, bit by bit her drives, goals and purposes were been rewritten. She'd no longer be an outspoken feminist. Daddy wanted a demure, soft spoken little house wife who'd fit in perfectly in Stepford. She could see herself submitting to that now. All her lessons were making it easier to want that life. To submit to her man, her husband, her Daddy.
The fashions he preferred were so pretty. All for well trained figures but she looked a lot like the models now the waist training was paying off. She compared favourably with them even if she was smaller in the bust department. She figured if daddy wanted her bigger he'd arrange that too. She pulled her shoulders back and turned side to side to wonder what she'd look like with a larger bust.
She wondered what she'd look like in some of the wedding dresses she saw in her training. She giggled thinking it would be her first chance to take Daddy's breath away and make him speechless. She couldn't wait...

Description
She stood glassy eyed and read her mantras of the screen in front of her very quietly. Any sound she made above the meekest whisper was punished.
Her smart corset monitored everything she said and tightened autonomously to punish her bad behaviour. Restricting her breathing or worse just before meal times so her appetite would be reduced to just a few bites despite her constant hunger.
She had no idea how long she had been standing this session. She was just glad that the treadmill beneath her wasn't moving right now. Probably giving her time to get used to the newer higher heels on her feet. She had gotten used to walking constantly in the 4" stillettos and had hoped she wouldn't need higher but as ever the decision was not hers to make. She knew she'd get used to them and she loved pretty shoes. At least she did now.
Slowly and surely, bit by bit her drives, goals and purposes were been rewritten. She'd no longer be an outspoken feminist. Daddy wanted a demure, soft spoken little house wife who'd fit in perfectly in Stepford. She could see herself submitting to that now. All her lessons were making it easier to want that life. To submit to her man, her husband, her Daddy.
The fashions he preferred were so pretty. All for well trained figures but she looked a lot like the models now the waist training was paying off. She compared favourably with them even if she was smaller in the bust department. She figured if daddy wanted her bigger he'd arrange that too. She pulled her shoulders back and turned side to side to wonder what she'd look like with a larger bust.
She wondered what she'd look like in some of the wedding dresses she saw in her training. She giggled thinking it would be her first chance to take Daddy's breath away and make him speechless. She couldn't wait...