Chapter 14: The Morning After and The Plan

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a harsh light on Randi’s face as she slept. Vishal stood over her, his expression stern and disapproving. He shook her awake, his voice sharp. “Randi, wake up. You have neglected your duties.”

Randi stirred, her eyes fluttering open, her body aching from the night before. Before she could fully wake, Vishal slapped her ass, his voice firm. “Get up, Randi. I need breakfast, and this apartment is a mess. You have work to do.”

Randi rubbed her eyes, her mind still foggy with sleep. But she complied, her body moving on autopilot as she began to clean the apartment, her naked form streaked with the remnants of the night before. She gathered the trash, and without being asked, she headed outside to the dumpster, her body on full display to the world. She had embraced her role, and she was determined to see it through, no matter the consequences.

As she finished her chores, Vishal sat down at the kitchen table, his eyes watching her intently. He patted the seat next to him, beckoning her to sit. Randi complied, her body still bare, her eyes downcast.

“Randi,” Vishal said, his voice softer now, curious. “I could tell how much you enjoyed your time last night. How did it make you feel?”

Randi hesitated for a moment, her emotions a whirlwind within her. But she smiled, her voice soft but sure. “I loved it, Vishal. I loved every moment of it. I never want to go back to my old life. This is who I am now. This is who I want to be.”

Vishal’s eyes gleamed with triumph and satisfaction. This was exactly what he wanted to hear. He took a deep breath, his voice taking on a serious tone. “If you really want to be Randi, then we have some work to do. Your old body, it is not adequate for what I expect of you. You should look more the part.”

Randi nodded, her mind racing with the implications of his words. Vishal continued, his voice firm. “I think you could use platinum hair, bigger lips, and bigger breasts. You need to be the ultimate fantasy, Randi. You need to be a goddess.”

Randi hesitated for a moment, contemplating the changes. But she found herself nodding, her voice steady. “Yes, Vishal. I want to be that for you. I want to be Randi, completely.”

Vishal smiled, his eyes gleaming with approval. “Good girl. Now, how much money do you have access to? You will need to pay for these changes.”

Randi thought for a moment, her mind racing with the logistics. “I have some savings, and I can access my credit cards. I can make it work.”

Vishal nodded, his mind made up. “Good. And there is more, Randi. I want you to get a tattoo, just above your pussy. I want it to say ‘Vishal’s Property.’ You are mine, Randi, completely and utterly.”

Randi’s eyes widened, but she nodded, her voice soft. “Yes, Vishal. I am yours.”

Vishal smiled, his eyes gleaming with possession and desire. “And to complete the look, Randi, I want your nipples pierced. And your clit as well. I want you to be adorned, a true symbol of your submission and your status as my property.”

Randi took a deep breath, her mind racing with the implications of his words. But she found herself nodding, her voice steady and sure. “Yes, Vishal. I want that too. I want to be yours, completely and utterly. I want to be Randi, your Randi.”

Vishal beamed, his pride and approval evident in his eyes. He had created her, molded her into his ultimate fantasy, and she had embraced it with open arms.