My dear little sub, you have been living in my dungeon for quite some time, haven’t you? I think the time has come for you to ascend to the next level of serving your Mistress. Moving into the house? Well, in a way a suppose. Now, look around you - my house is beautifully, but sparsely decorated, isn’t it? Why do you suppose that is? And surely you have noticed that submissives in my house never seem to stay for very long – you’ll recall the contract you signed when you dedicated yourself to me. No assets, no bank accounts, nothing to indicate to anything that something is awry is you stop accessing it. Now, it isn’t what you are probably thinking my dear - you are going to continue to serve me, just in a different form. See, I selected you because of your lovely hair and eyes - in the course of my Mistress training I learned a very old and very useful skill. Transformation. I am going to be transforming you into something useful - something many submissives would give anything for the chance to be. Once I am done with you, you will be one of my bras- supporting me and nestled next to my big soft tits forever.