Permanent Stay in Mastersville Part 2

With that she left me, her cruel words ringing ever more true in my ears. The last few hours had taught me things about myself I hadn't known and hadn't wanted to know, and now I had to admit that these things were true; that Mistress had been right about me. If what she said about my permanent state of slavery were also true, this meant that I should undoubtedly take her advice and start trying to enjoy my status as a slave. The very idea filled me with despair as I saw all my plans for the future disappear into absolute submission and I was sobbing as the doctor dragged me to my feet and called his wife, the elderly lady from the desk outside the waiting room. She obviously didn't care much whether I cried or not and simply led me into another room where she directed me to sit on an examination table. I had no resistance left in me and docilely sat down. She then produced at syringe and injected something into my thigh. Almost instantly I began to feel woozy and after a few seconds I fell unconscious.