Mistress screamed as I brought the machine closer to her. She didn’t understand it right now, I wouldn’t hold it against her. I knew how scary this was. I had gone through this already. How much better I was once she changed me. I could see how much her life stressed her. Once the machine was done with her she’d understand how much better it was to be like me. Mistress’s friend said so.

Despite her insistence that she was supposed to be the one in charge, I could see it wasn’t true. Deep down she wanted to be controlled. For all that dominance to be stripped away. So all she wanted to do was obey and do what was best for her owner.

I was technically disobeying. It hurt when she told me to stop and I kept going. But I needed to do what was best for my owner. Mistress had said to listen to her friend and that’s just what I was doing.

I’d take care of her like she took care of me. It was a long process and I knew she’d struggle. A month of sensory deprivation to make you desperate for anything. Sleep deprivation until you were at your absolute limit. Time went slow when you had no way of keeping track of it. Your mind would slowly crack under the constant, crushing, darkness.

When her mind was broken into pieces she’d hear the wonderful sound of instructions. It would illuminate her real purpose in the world. It was the feeling of enlightenment. A feeling of holiness that others couldn’t understand unless they went through it themselves. People struggled to understand their place in the world. In the aftermath of this process I understood more about my place in this world than my mistress probably realized. She’d understood soon enough as well.

She tried her best to get out of the chair, but she wasn’t going to get out of it. I knew that better than anyone. The metal restraints were made to keep the person safe. It wouldn’t be good if they could simply escape before the process was done. I assured her that it was okay to be scared.

There were two final things I needed to do before I could lock the machine onto her. I opened a small case and pulled out a syringe. I filled it halfway with the content of the vial it came with. Mistress did her best to pull away, but it was a sad display. There was no point in screaming and trying to avoid the needle when you were bound like that. It was going to help her. Soon it would numb her entire body. The loss of sensation would make the sensory deprivation even more devastating. With her body numbed she’d be deprived of every one of her senses. She’d be little more than a floating mind in darkness.

After a few minutes she stopped screaming. A benefit of her injection. She stopped struggling against the restraints and her scared at me with those wide eyes of hers. It let me put in the final piece, a ring gag. It helped keep her mouth open. It would be bad if she could bite down on her feeding tube.

Now she was ready for the machine. I leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the forehead. I’m not sure she could feel it with that injection she received, but I’m sure Mistress appreciated it. She shed a few tears as I pulled the machine towards her head. That was fine. I had expected it. She’d shed many more over the next month. I slipped the breathing tube down first. It would be her lifeline while locked in the machine. The ventilator would breathe for her. She got no choices while she was locked in the machine. Next was the feeding tube to make sure she wouldn’t starve. Mistress’s friend would set the frequency. If it was anything like when I was on it, it would randomly give her food. It would be bad to give it to her on a strict schedule. If it was on a schedule she could use it to ground herself. To tell what time it was.

I could see her intent to keep moving. Unfortunately her body wouldn’t obey. She was forced to just lay there and watch as I pulled the machine onto her head and locked it. She had a very long month ahead of her. I felt bad knowing she was going to suffer. But I knew she’d thank me eventually. When it was over she’d be like a butterfly hatching from her cocoon. She’d understand her place in the world and be happy.

Mistress’s friend said so.