Master was of course right (he nearly always is). Accepting my true nature as a submissive female has brought me a joy and contentment I had never known. No longer an idle, useless rich boy, I learned to take pride in the keeping of an immaculate house (except for a few messes left deliberately when I crave the firm hand of master's discipline).
And the other half of my new, happy existence has been seeing how much better master has done with my body and life than I ever did. He is a strong, dynamic and virile man. (I have gotten used to making breakfast and cleaning up after a succession of lovely young women, glowing with pleasure after a night in master's bed.) Using my education, which was transferred to master by the Chronivac, to found a business of his own, master finally won the respect of my father, who had seen me as a parasite.
One day when I was dusting the living room, master walked up behind me, pulled down my skirt and panties, and roughly took me without a single word. My joy at giving service mingled with physical pleasure to bring me a wonderful orgasm.
Afterwards, master suggested that since the Chronivac had made the two of us happier, it was time to spread the joy.