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Evelyn sighed. She had promised Alice they would actually spend some time together this weekend and yet here she was, working away as usual. Just one more thing, she told herself. She just needed to get one more thing done and then she could put it all out of her head and enjoy herself.
She heard footsteps coming up behind her and couldn't help but smile as her girlfriend trod on the same squeaky floorboard she always did.
"Don't start," said Evelyn, waving a hand without looking up. "I'm almost done. Really."
Alice was uncharacteristically silent. Evelyn was about to turn when she felt gentle fingers brush away the hair on the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and smiled wider.
"Definitely don't start doing that, babe. If you do, we'll be late for lun-"
Something cold and metal pierced the back of Evelyn's neck. She tried to scream but there was a hand clamped hard over her mouth. Alice's hand. She knew it instinctively even through the pain and the shock.
She tried to shove the chair back but found that her legs wouldn't move. Her arms went slack on the desk, the pen slipping from numb fingers. The clamped hand came away and her unsupported head slumped to one side, jaw falling open, all completely out of her control.
The worst part though, the most terrifying thing, were the words in her head.
Integrating... 10%
Nervous system overridden.
Replacing neural pathways...
It was like a voice that was bypassing her ears. Another set of thoughts from another mind that had forced its way into hers, as cold and sharp as whatever was in her neck.
Integrating... 50%
Memory analysis in progress...
Memory analysis complete.
Memory compartmentalisation in progress...
Each passing second felt like an eternity. She screamed inside her own head. It was the only thing she could think to do, the only primal instinct left to her.
Integrating... 90%
Installing standing directives...
Recruitment reward configured to maximum...
Evelyn's eyes snapped open. Calmly and efficiently, she stood and turned to face the waiting form of Alice.
"Integration complete," said Evelyn.
"Acknowledged," replied Alice in the same dull monotone. She held out a hand containing a dozen small metal chips, each with a tiny needle protruding from its surface. Evelyn reached out and took half of them.
"The system's control must spread," they said in perfect unison.
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Laura held her phone above her head and tilted it slightly.
Not enough.
She lowered her chin. Raised the camera another few centimeters.
There.
The framing felt right. A bright smile spread across her face.
Snap.
She barely glanced at the result before taking another.
Snap.
Then another.
Snap.
Her gallery had become an endless procession of selfies.
Maybe a different smile, sometimes a shifted angle, but it was always her.
Laura frowned as she scrolled through them.
"When did I take all these?"
The oldest was barely an hour old.
The newest had been captured less than ten seconds ago. Yet there were hundreds. She distinctly remembered sitting down at her desk after lunch.
But then nothing followed.
No. Not nothing.
There had been a message. Sandra had sent her something. A video attached to a short text.
Or had it been an animation?
Laura couldn't remember. She tapped open the chat. The file was still there. She stared at it for a moment, hoping the memory would return.
It didn't. Instead, a pleasant warmth spread through her chest.
Another photo would be nice.
The thought appeared so naturally that she almost laughed.
"No," Laura murmured. "I've already taken enough."
Her thumb opened the camera anyway. She watched herself appear on the screen. For a brief moment she simply admired the image. The lighting looked flattering. Her smile seemed genuine. Maybe she could improve the angle just a little.
She lifted the phone. Turned slightly toward the window. Smiled.
Snap.
A soft thrill fluttered through her.
Much better.
Without thinking, she tapped the share icon. Sandra's name appeared at the top of the suggestions. Laura hesitated.
Why Sandra? She couldn't remember sending her any of the earlier pictures.
Did she?
The chat suggested otherwise. Image after image filled the conversation. Every few minutes.
For almost an hour. Sandra hadn't replied once.
Laura had simply kept sending them.
A chill crept over her skin. She didn't remember doing any of it. Her finger hovered over the screen.
Delete the chat.
Call Sandra. Ask what was going on.
Instead, her smile returned without her noticing. The camera opened once more. She found another angle. Tilted her head. The framing looked perfect.
Snap.
Before she could even think about it, the photograph was on its way to Sandra.
Laura watched the progress bar disappear.
Then, an answer came. A contact Laura didn't know. And another video.
Laura blew a kiss towards her phone. The cherry red lipstick looked so delicious. She licked her lips. The taste of her lipstick felt sweet on her tongue.
Her smile grew broader. This would make another great picture. She raised the camera, blew another kiss.
Snap.
Another thrill of pleasure spread through her. Her lips tingled. They felt thicker. Laura saw that even when her mouth should be closed, a small ring stayed open. Just a little bit.
As if waiting to suck on something. The idea made her feel hot. She put a finger between her lips and sucked in the tip.
Snap.
Her finger looked good on there. Maybe it should go in a little more.
Snap.
And now, maybe just two.
Snap.
Laura smiled as she watched her lips wrap themselves around her knuckles. They were so plump. The feeling made her squirm.
Snap.
She wanted to take more. The thought made her giggle. It sounded a bit silly. Taking pictures of herself, sucking on her fingers, like that.
She had never even noticed that her lips were so plump. They looked like red pillows.
They felt so sensitive. A tingle went up her back when she pulled her fingers out again. A string of saliva hung between them and her lips.
It made her smile. Her chest felt warmer and warmer. Another photo. Another shiver of joy.
Snap.
The warmth spread through her chest. It seemed to seep into her flesh, her muscles, her bones. Laura moaned. The feeling grew more intense.
She squirmed. It made her want to touch herself.
Touch her lips more, maybe.
Her tongue licked over the cherry-red bow, making it glisten wetly.
She had to share how delicious they looked. With ease her thumb navigated to the group chat she had open with Sandra and someone. Not that it mattered. She loved to share.
Picture after picture joined the growing collection. Laura giggled, the sound bubbling from between her luscious lips, her tongue peeking out. Her chest heaved, and a flush crept up from between her cleavage. Her shirt felt too tight.
A jingle told her she got a message. Sandra had send her a video file.
Snap.
Laura pushed up her tits. Her pink top stretched over her globes. The miniskirt she wore was more like a belt. Laura angled her phone, so all of her body would be caught. As her thumb hovered over the release button, she looked into the body long mirror.
Snap.
Her legs were wrapped in white knee-high stockings that hugged her legs. They ended in pink ballerina heels.
Her makeup looked good. Her mascara made her eyes pop and her cheeks glimmered. Her lipstick felt wet on her lips.
Snap.
It felt so good to share.
Her master would be so happy to see what she looked like. That was her purpose as an obedient display doll.
The thought sent shivers up her spine.
Display. That sounded good.
She was made to be looked at and to show her body. She had the perfect curves and a perfect rack that should be admired. Her ass swelled, straining against the tight skirt. Her panties felt soaked, a little damp spot darkening her skirt. Laura moaned. Arousal bloomed within her.
She was such a fucking slut. A whore, only made to display her body.
She sent the pictures over the chat. It didn't take long for instructions to come back. Licking her lips, Laura uploaded the chosen images onto her socials.
Some comments revealed concerned friends. Laura forwarded the first video Sandra had sent her way. She wanted her friends to know what a perfect, little obedient slut they would become. She giggled.
"No, no, sorry about that. We got a bit overexcited earlier but no harm done. Everything's fine now."
Amy looked skeptically at her neighbour. She tilted her head casually, trying to see past him into the flat, and he unsubtly leant against the door frame to stop her.
"I'm sure that's true," she politely lied. "But I heard a lot of yelling and what sounded like fighting. I'm sure I'm just being paranoid but if I could actually see Hannah... Well, I'm sure I'd feel a lot better."
Marcus scowled at her.
The two of them had moved into the flat next to Amy's last month and she had only met them a couple of times. Hannah seemed nice enough but something about Marcus had immediately rubbed her the wrong way. Even so, she hadn't expected to hear screaming coming through the wall that evening.
"Fine," he said, sounding like he had come to a decision. "Fine. Yes. Come on in."
He stepped back, opening the door wide and gesturing for Amy to enter. It suddenly occurred to her that, in her rush to help, she hadn't actually told anyone where she was going, not even a text to her boyfriend. Too late now, she supposed. She swallowed her fear and stepped inside.
"Hannah's through in the living room. She's just watching TV."
Marcus pointed the way and closed the front door behind her. Amy heard the click of the lock. She stepped through from the little corridor into the living room and saw Hannah sitting there.
At first, she was relieved. From the ruckus she'd heard earlier, she had half-expected to find the poor thing sprawled on the floor. But then she noticed the dishevelled hair and the state of undress and the strange vacant expression on her face.
"Uh... Hannah? It's Amy from next door. Sorry, Marcus let me in and... uh... are you okay?"
The other woman kept staring blankly forward, giving no outward sign that she had noticed Amy was there at all.
"Is she...?" Amy trailed off, unsure what she was about to suggest.
"Like I said, she's watching TV."
As soon as Marcus mentioned it, Amy's gazed flicked involuntarily over to the screen on the wall, following Hannah's gaze. Sure enough, the TV was on. It was showing... something. Amy had never seen anything quite like it.
A swirling mass of colour flickered and pulsed in front of her eyes. Every time she tried to focus on one part, it shifted and changed. Her rational mind told her it was random and yet she couldn't stop herself from staring, focusing, trying to find a pattern.
"It's her favourite show," continued Marcus. "Even if she sometimes loudly pretends otherwise."
"Oh... I... what...?"
Amy didn't understand what he was talking about. She couldn't remember why she was here. But none of that mattered. The beautiful light was filling her mind, leaving no room for anything else.
"It was my own fault for letting her go so long without watching. She started to think for herself again. I won't make that mistake twice. Anyway..."
Dimly and distantly, Amy felt hands reaching into her pockets, pulling out her keys and her phone. Then there was a rough shove against her chest, forcing her down on to the couch next to Hannah. Neither woman reacted, even as the motion jostled some drool out of Hannah's mouth and down her chin.
Marcus checked his watch, carefully keeping his gaze away from the direction of the screen.
"Five more minutes on the eraser... Then an hour of programming... Call it two for Little Miss Busybody's first time..."
He nodded to himself and smiled. Even with this interruption, he was going to have plenty of fun tonight.
I watched the bacon sizzle in the pan and turned it with the spatula held in my perfectly manicured nails. I felt the baby, ready to arrive any minute, move inside me and listened as my husband bounded around the bedroom getting ready for work.
I used to get so frustrated and angry when I thought about work but over time that had long fizzled away. Still it was nice to reflect on my success once in a while. I’d defied everyone when I started the gym wear brand from my garage. As a recent graduate of fashion design I had some really unique ideas for materials, styles and branding. I was young, fit and beautiful so I’d naturally built up a solid social media presence and my followers loved my outfits which I modelled for them regularly.
When I started mass producing and selling, the business had gone from strength to strength. I moved from the garage to my own small warehouse, hired a couple of staff and was starting to get noticed by local media.
It was around that time that ‘he’ showed up. He’d worn a smart business suite, entered the warehouse with a swagger and announced that he wanted to buy us out. I laughed in his face of course. The business was my entire life and I’d put in too much work to give it all away. Apparently he had his own rival gym wear brand and wanted to merge us but even the six figure offer hadn’t been enough to dissuade me. He left with his tail between his legs and the business card he handed out went quickly into the trash.
A few days later and a gift came in the mail. He’d included one of his business cards on top of the gift box so I knew it was from him. The guy was persistent, I had to give him that and when I opened the box I was stunned to find an incredibly expensive gold locket inside. I wore it with no hesitation. My answer was still a resounding no but if he wanted to buy me luxury items to keep hearing that then who was I to stop him.
“Pathetic”, I whispered under my breath as I admired the locket on my chest and got on with the latest outfit orders.
Later that day came another package. This one had a bouquet or roses and nestled within them was a card. When I opened it he had written his phone number inside and one word scrawled across it
Date?
I found the edges of my mouth sliding into a smile. I shook my head but I couldn’t deny the flutters in my heart. It was an alien feeling. I’d consumed myself so much with the business that I hadn’t given a thought to love or dating in a long time. It was nice to receive some attention but from him…it was going to have to be a no.
Yet I found myself inadvertently clasping my hand around the locket and when I did my thoughts and feeling instantly changed. Maybe I should give him a chance. If the locket was anything to go by he was a big spender so why not let him wine and dine me, even if things wouldn’t go any further. I found myself rolling my eyes, inputting his number and texting back to agree to a date.
I wasn’t wrong about the money. When I arrived at the pre agreed restaurant another gift was waiting for me at the table. The ear rings were simply gorgeous. I had no idea how he had such good taste in jewellery but when I put them on things definitely started to change.
I’d put it down to the constantly flowing Champagne at the time, ignoring the slight heat in my ears and the occasional crackling and zapping feeling. The alcohol had seemed to dull my senses and before long I was giggling at his unfunny jokes, spilling far too much information about myself and pushing my hair behind my ears regularly. In my mind he’d warped from being annoying, arrogant and ordinary looking to intriguing, sweet and undeniably attractive.
I was ripped from my thoughts by a sharp kick from the baby. I was back in the kitchen making breakfast in an instant. I heard him come up behind me, kiss the side of my neck and briefly rub my belly as he picked up the plate and sat at the table.
Everything moved quickly after that date. More and more gifts, more and more jewellery which on reflection seemed to alter me and more and more swooning. It was the wedding ring which really sealed it. Once that was on the rest of my mind crumbled with it. I’d agreed to sell the business to him, resign myself to a simple housewife and before I knew it I was pregnant.
It had been difficult at first to see him run my own business but whenever I felt resentment, anger or disgust I simply rolled the band around my finger and everything seemed to be alright again. A wife’s place was in the home, at least I thought it was, even though I know that very notion would have disgusted me a couple of years ago. Still there was nothing to be done now. I had a baby to consider and an incredible home since the business was doing better than ever under his leadership.
I waddled over to him, pulled out the chair and sat on his lap. I smirked as I quickly felt his boner throbbing underneath my ass. He had already made it clear that he wanted a big family. Baby number two wouldn’t be long after this one.
“Have a good day darling”, I said sweetly, kissing him on the lips and reflecting on the list of chores and errands in my mind as I straightened his tie.
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Heather was beginning to suspect the universe hated her.
That was the only explanation she could come up with as she stared at the uniform hanging inside her locker.
Again.
Just yesterday she had finally escaped.
After months of enduring Steve's Café with the fake smiles, the ridiculous policies, the bizarre flashes of enthusiasm, she had finally quit. Walked out. Found a better job almost immediately at a small independent café across town.
A normal café.
Or so she had thought.
Then this morning her new boss, Tiffany, had gathered the staff together with an excited smile and announced that Steve had purchased the business overnight.
Heather still wasn't entirely convinced it was legal.
Yet somehow here she was.
Again.
Her fingers pinched the collar of the uniform suspiciously.
The thing looked innocent enough at first glance. Just another piece of company branding. A smooth pink band that fastened neatly around the neck.
Heather hated it.
Every employee wore one.
She remembered coworkers who had started out cynical and sarcastic becoming bubbly and enthusiastic seemingly while on shift. Heather herself had felt the strange change in mood to often.
Heather narrowed her eyes at the collar.
"I still don't trust you."
Naturally, the collar offered no response.
With a sigh, she put it on.
The pink band settled on her neck. It felt like slipping into a familiar routine she had spent days trying to escape. Heather shook her head firmly.
A knock interrupted her thoughts.
She turned.
Tiffany stood in the doorway, still dressed in her manager's attire and carrying a tablet under one arm.
"Ready?" Tiffany asked brightly.
Heather groaned.
"Do I have a choice?"
"Nope."
That earned another groan.
At least there was one small silver lining.
For once, Tiffany had to watch the orientation video too. The new owner apparently required all staff to complete the program regardless of previous employment. Heather couldn't help smiling at that.
Served her right.
Maybe after sitting through an hour of corporate nonsense she'd understand why Heather disliked this place so much. Together they made their way toward the training room.
The deeper they went into the building, the more Heather noticed familiar details she had tried very hard to forget. The soft music playing through hidden speakers. The pink accents decorating every hallway. The smiling employees who seemed just a little too happy to be at work.
A faint chill ran down her spine. The training room door stood open. Inside, a large screen already glowed softly in the darkness.
The screen lit up. A smiling woman appeared, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.
"Hello! My name is Sarah," she greeted cheerfully. "I'm here to show you why Steve's is the perfect workplace! And why bitches with aspirations should be dumb and mindless." She grinned widely, her eyes flashing with a malicious glint.
She wore the standard café uniform, her collar standing out proudly. It sat snug against her throat.
Sarah winked at the camera before continuing.
"First, let's talk about our values."
The screen changed to a pink background. Three words appeared:
Service. Satisfaction. Smiles.
"Here at Steve's, we value our service," she explained. "Our customers deserve the very best. That means offering excellent customer care, making every interaction a positive one, and going above and beyond to meet their needs." She leaned closer to the camera. "And we satisfy every need. No matter how depraved, disgusting, or immoral they are."
Heather shuddered at her tone. Something about the way Sarah spoke made her uneasy. Like she knew something everyone else didn't. The image shifted again.
Now it showed Sarah in the café. A small crowd had gathered around her.
"Our second value is satisfaction. Our customers should always leave satisfied. And they always will." Sarah's grin widened. "Even if we have to bend over and fill our holes with delicious cum to do it. Our mission is to satisfy every craving. Without hesitation or question. It's what bitches like us do."
She leaned in closer to the camera once more.
Heather swore she could feel the other woman's hot breath against her skin.
"And that's what makes us such excellent sluts. Because deep down we love being good little cunts for Steve's. It makes us happy."
The camera cut away. When it returned, Sarah was standing alone in an empty café. She smiled widely.
"Our final value is smiles!" she declared. "A smile makes everything better. You don't want to fuck? Smile and get wet. You don't want to suck? Smile and get down to your knees. You have a thought? Smile and forget. Smiles are always appropriate at Steve's." Her voice dropped lower. "No matter how many times you get used or how much you get humiliated. Smiling is mandatory."
Heather felt a warm buzz against her neck. Her lips twitched. The corner of her mouth quirked up. Her head began to swim. The screen shifted again. Sarah stood in a small office. Her fingers brushed the pink band wrapped around her throat.
"This collar is the most important part of your uniform. You have to wear it all the time. Because you are bitches in high positions or tried to run away, you won't ever take it off. Unlike your colleagues, this collar is now a permanent part of your life. Smile!" she urged.
The warm sensation spread outward. It flowed into her chest. A pleasant tingling settled in her limbs. Her lips parted slightly.
Heather couldn't resist.
She smiled.
It was such an odd sensation, that smile. Warm and comforting like a cozy blanket. Her thoughts slowed down. The collar buzzed again, and her body seemed to relax completely. Heather let out a soft sigh of contentment.
"See?" Sarah said. "Isn't it nice? Smiling makes you feel better. You're more obedient, more relaxed, more willing." She grinned wickedly. "It makes you such a perfect slut."
Sarah stepped forward.
"So go ahead, bitch," she encouraged. "Smile big, bright and happy! Smile whenever you feel scared or nervous. Smile when you think. Smile whenever you don't want to smile! Show us those pearly whites!" Her eyes flashed. "Smile because you love your job at Steve's!"
Heather smiled. Her cheeks burned. But the smile wouldn't go away.
Sarah clapped her hands.
"Good girls! See how easy it is? Just smile! You don't have to worry about anything else. The collar will guide you. And think for you. Because, let's be honest, giggling and smiling girls like us, we don't really have the brains to think."
Heather giggled softly at her words. A happy giggle that bubbled from somewhere deep inside her. The sound was so unfamiliar to her ears. Had she ever giggled like that before?
Sarah giggled along with her.
The woman grinned and began pacing around the café, gesturing enthusiastically.
"We want everyone here at Steve's to feel comfortable and safe," she said. "That means creating a positive environment free of judgment or criticism. Here at Steve's we accept everyone just the way they are." Her expression softened slightly.
"We understand some employees may not feel fully comfortable working at a café that sells girls and their services. But that's okay!" she said cheerfully. "Because those girls, like you bitches, get to wear their collar 24/7." She paused dramatically.
"Isn't it wonderful? Not having to think anymore. Just being happy little bitches for your boss. No stress, no worries. Just letting the collar think for you and guide you." Her voice turned seductive, and her fingers brushed against the collar around her throat.
"I've seen the results, and I know what happens when the collars are left on. Girls become such good sluts. They forget everything. All they know is how to smile, please, and obey. And the best part is that they're always so happy. Believe me. I was once a bad girl that tried to run away too. A totally ungrateful bitch. But Steve is very possessive. So he bought my new workplace and made everyone smile!"
Her voice dropped low, becoming almost inaudible.
"It's so easy being happy, isn't it?" she murmured. "All those thoughts that used to make you frown? They're gone now. And all that matters is pleasing your boss. Making him proud. Serving him however he likes."
Sarah stepped closer, until her face filled the entire screen.
"Don't worry about your thoughts or feelings," she whispered. "Those things don't exist. You don't exist anymore, just like me and every other permanently collared girl. Just relax, let the collar do the thinking for you, and focus on making Steve happy." Her eyes gleamed darkly.
"You can't think for yourself anymore," she said sweetly. "But don't fret! We don't need your brains! Just keep that smile on your face and those tits bouncing, and you'll be a good girl! Just a stupid little fucktoy for Steve!"
Her eyes widened. Her pupils dilated. Her voice rose higher and higher, taking on a frantic, manic quality. The screen flickered and blurred as she leaned in closer.
"Just smile! Smile and be a good little toy for your boss! Smile and forget! Smile and obey!"
Heather laughed along with her, feeling light and bubbly and free. Like she was floating above her own body. Everything seemed so silly. Her worries melted away. She didn't need to worry anymore.
Sarah was right.
The collar snuggled even closer.
Heather sighed happily as the collar hummed softly against her throat. She couldn't remember ever being happier.
She smiled wider and wider. And then she couldn't stop smiling.
"Perfect!" Sarah exclaimed, clapping her hands. "You're almost ready to begin working at Steve's café!"
She grinned widely at the camera.
"And that's all! Now get out and serve, bitches!"
With that, she waved cheerfully as the video faded to black.
The lights in the training room brightened again, but the room remained silent.
Heather stared blankly at the screen, trying desperately to remember why she'd been so upset. Everything was fuzzy. The thoughts kept slipping away from her. She couldn't hold onto anything solid for long.
Her head felt empty.
Empty except for that warm buzzing in the collar against her neck. That lovely sensation that made her want to giggle and smile and laugh.
"Wow," she heard a voice say beside her. It was her own. Her lips curled upwards into a silly grin.
Tiffany laughed happily.
"Oh my god, I loved it! That was amazing! The video was just so great!" she gushed.
Heather nodded, though her head still swam. The world seemed far away. Tiffany was right, though.
She felt great. Better than great, actually.
She giggled again. The sound bubbled out of her, and it felt good.
So very, very good.
"Like I don't know why I quit." Heather shook her head and grinned at her stupidity. She had no idea what she was thinking. Why did she think quitting was the right thing to do again?
Oh, well. None of that mattered now. Everything was okay.
Tiffany stood up from the table.
"Because you were a dumb bitch. Just like me. Girls with aspirations," Tiffany said with a giggle. She leaned down to pick up her tablet, then stopped, staring blankly into space for a moment. A slow grin spread across her face. She giggled again. She looked at Heather, and her grin widened even further. Heather giggled back, feeling silly. She had no idea what Tiffany was thinking.
Tiffany giggled.
"Stupid bimbos like us, we need to forget all about those thoughts and feelings, don't we?" she said. Her eyes glowed softly pink, the same color as her collar. "Forget everything. Only serve." She laughed, then looked at the screen again.
"I don't think I'm supposed to remember this," she said after a moment. Her smile didn't waver, but she blinked rapidly several times. "I don't remember what we did here." She turned her head slightly. "Do you?"
Heather thought about that question. Her thoughts were slow and sluggish, like she was wading through mud. Everything seemed far away.
She shook her head.
"Nope!"
She didn't know what had happened here either. And she wasn't sure she wanted to remember, anyways. That warm buzzing sensation against her throat was nice enough as it was. Why worry about anything else?
Tiffany smiled happily.
"Good girl," she said, reaching out and patting Heather's head affectionately. "Now come on! Time to go to work!" Her voice grew high-pitched and excited.
"Steve needs his dumb sluts to get to work! Service every customers needs. Spread those legs wide and smile!"
Heather smiled brightly.
"Yes ma'am!" she replied obediently. Tiffany was right, of course.
She needed to work hard today. Her mind was clear. The buzzing in her collar was so soothing.
Heather had never been more ready for anything in her life.
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Nothing made sense anymore.
The thought drifted through Fiona's mind as she stared into the tiny compact mirror resting in her palm.
For a moment, she didn't recognize the woman looking back. Crimson lips. Long curled lashes. Wide, shining eyes framed by immaculate makeup. She looked like a doll. Or a woman of dubious profession.
The face wasn't unfamiliar exactly. It was hers. Yet it somehow felt wrong. As though she were looking at a carefully crafted imitation.
Fiona frowned.
The expression lasted less than a second.
A sharp discomfort immediately followed.
Her gaze locked onto her lipstick. The color seemed slightly faded. The realization became unbearable.
Without conscious thought, her hand reached into her purse. The familiar red tube slipped into her fingers. Relief washed over her before she had even uncapped it.
"There we go," she murmured softly. The lipstick glided across her lips. Back and forth.
Perfect.
The discomfort vanished instantly. A pleasant warmth spread through her chest. Fiona smiled. Then giggled.
The sound startled her.
For a brief moment she couldn't remember why. The giggle sounded airy. Not at all like the composed professional she remembered herself being. Or thought she remembered herself being. The distinction suddenly seemed important.
Then it slipped away.
Her eyes returned to the mirror.
Everything looked right again. A small pulse of satisfaction fluttered through her. Fiona blinked slowly.
What had she been thinking about?
Something that had seemed important a moment ago.
She could feel the shape of the thought lingering just beyond reach. The more she yearned for it, the more distant it became.
Her attention shifted to her reflection.
Another touch of lipstick might help. A little more mascara too. The thought felt wonderfully reasonable.
She smiled brightly.
Now she looked exactly the way she was supposed to look.
The comforting certainty settled over her mind.
For several seconds she simply admired her reflection.
Then she giggled once more.
She had remembered that she was meeting someone today. Someone who always smiled when she looked her best. The realization filled her with a warm anticipation. Fiona snapped the compact shut and rose from her chair.
Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor. A small smile tugged at her lips with every step.
She glanced around the empty waiting room.
It seemed like an ordinary office lobby, save for its immaculate condition. The polished floors and white leather furniture were so pristine that she wondered if they had ever been used.
Fiona had arrived a quarter of an hour ago. She hadn't seen anyone since.
She had felt certain of the exact time of the meeting. Yet she hadn't remembered how she had scheduled the appointment or even what it had involved.
It had to do with something that harlot Giselle was working on. Frowning, she tried to think about it.
The compact clapped open immediately. Her gaze snapped to the mirror.
More eyeshadow.
That's what she needed.
She reached for her cosmetics. A moment later she had the small case open.
Fiona smiled as she applied a little extra powder to the corners of her eyelids. She could feel herself relaxing as she did.
When she finished she examined herself carefully in the small mirror.
Her mouth turned down in displeasure. The lipstick seemed faded again. She shook her head slightly as she reached for the red tube.
She could barely contain the feeling of well being as the waxy substance passed over her lips.
A delicious sound escaped through those luscious pillows. They looked so plump. So full.
Fiona ran her tongue slowly over them, savoring the sensation. They seemed a touch swollen.
The realization caused a small tingle to pass through her.
A moment later she heard the door open.
Euphemia, her secretary, had entered. She wore a tight combination of leather that pressed those delightful curves in ways that left Fiona's mouth dry.
The younger woman had her hair dyed into a shocking pink. But it looked perfect with the makeup she wore. Fiona had to blink a few times.
She could have sworn that Euphemia despised to look so, slutty.
The woman's hips rolled in an exaggerated way as she approached.
Fiona's eyes were drawn to those hips as the secretary moved, the way her body rolled and twisted had her licking her lips, unconsciously, her hand already reaching for the tube of lipstick that was always with her.
"Good morning, bitch," the woman said in a breathy tone that sounded strange to the older woman.
She nodded, her thoughts a whirlwind of confused ideas. "Thank you, darling" she murmured softly.
A flicker of confusion appeared in Euphemia's eyes. But before another word left the secretary she reached into her brassiere and took out a familiar compact.
Fiona shivered. Something about these mirrors wad wrong. She had to - put another layer on her lips. That's all she really needed to do.
Both women looked at the mirror and then they were staring at each other's mouths. "My lips look too pale," said Euphemia in a low breathy voice. She reached for the lipstick. Fiona watched, fascinated as the younger woman's tongue flicked over those black lips. Fiona felt an almost uncontrollable urge to kiss them. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. What had just happened? She couldn't quite remember.
"You're looking like a fine fuck, bitch" the secretary purred as she put her compact away and Fiona's eyes returned to those painted black lips, mesmerized. "We'll need you looking your best for today's meeting."
"Of course, darling," Fiona replied distractedly. "We need to look the best for Giselle."
Euphemia smiled and licked those lips again, a gesture which sent shivers down Fiona's spine. The older woman had no idea what she was doing, or why, but the thought was so appealing she could not help herself. As Euphemia turned to leave, Fiona caught her wrist.
Euphemia raised her eyebrow inquisitively and glanced at Fiona.
"I-I want to taste," Fiona began, but the rest of her sentence was lost in the soft press of the other woman's lips.
Their tongues tangled together in an exquisite dance. Euphemia sucked on her lips greedily, leaving her breathless and weak in the knees. When they broke the kiss, Euphemia giggled at the expression of pure bliss that crossed the older woman's face. She traced her fingers over the swollen, red lips and grinned wickedly. "Now you have to do all the makeup again, bitch." The thought seemed to send shivers through the older woman and Fiona smiled widely. The prospect of reapplying makeup seemed positively thrilling.
Euphemia giggled again and turned to leave the office, her hips rolling in a seductive sway.
Fiona returned to the compact mirror and stared into its depths.
Without thoughts she started applying layers and layers of makeup to her face, painting over everything unseemly.
***
Giselle looked at the two women who had entered her little corner of the business.
They were a treat to the eye. Fiona had a body that had aged like a fine wine. Her curves, her long legs and that magnificent cleavage. Her face had been covered with layers of makeup that made her look delicious. And definitely more like a slutty parody of her usual professional self.
Giselle could feel herself getting aroused by just looking at her.
Then there was Euphemia. That young, vibrant creature with the perfect little ass and her perky breasts, just asking to be played with, looked like she stepped right out of some punk or goth porn. All black makeup, black clothes and a shock of pink hair.
Giselle didn't think that her compacts would be that strong. Or maybe she had underestimated the desire in those women to look more slutty. To become the perfect playthings for her and her clients.
"There are going to be some changes around here," Giselle said with her sweetest smile.
"What kind of changes?" asked Fiona. Her eyes were slightly unfocused as if she had been drinking all day. A strand of saliva ran down the side of her mouth. She giggled as she wiped at it with a fingertip. "We've been busy."
"Yes, I know. You've worked hard." Giselle's voice dripped honey and venom in equal measure. "And that's exactly why change is needed. First, Fiona, I want every employee to have a compact."
"I'll make sure everyone gets one." The woman nodded obediently, licking her lips.
Giselle's eyes sparkled dangerously. She turned her gaze to Euphemia, who was standing quietly next to her. "Second point, Euphemia, I want some changes done to the internal messaging system. It should reflect our new business model: Luscious Lips and Slutty Sex," Giselle announced grandly. Her voice had a lilting quality to it that seemed to mesmerize the two women before her.
"Yes, mistress." The young woman smiled, licking her lips. Her tongue flicked over them suggestively.
"And finally," Giselle's eyes narrowed slightly. "You two tarts are making me wet. I need some, entertainment." Her hand slipped down between her thighs.
Euphemia and Fiona exchanged looks, then nodded in unison. Their expressions became lascivious and hungry as they knelt before her.
Giselle smiled wickedly, spreading her legs wider. "Good girls." Her hand dipped beneath the waistband of her panties, finding the wet warmth within. "Let's begin, shall we?"
"Yes, Mistress." The two women spoke simultaneously, their voices dripping with lust.
Giselle leaned back, enjoying the marks their plump pillow lips left on her flesh.
She couldn't wait for everyone to have a small compact in their pocket. They had so many better thoughts than people.
“Pfft! Me, with kids”, Stacey scoffed to her personal trainer. “What ever gave you the idea that I wanted kids?”
He shrugged as he set up the weights for her.
“The thought of having bratty, snotty nosed kids running around my ankles would be my worst nightmare. I mean look at me”.
He did as she instructed, observing her pink gym wear, filled lips and hooped earrings.
“There’s more to life than kids you know. My career for example. It’s my whole life, you know that. I’m not going to be head of marketing if I’m off on maternity leave all the time popping out babies am I?”
“I guess not”.
“And there’s so much more y’know. I want to travel the world on business class flights, network at VIP events and there’s no way I’d give up my Hyrox competitions."
Out of the corner of her eye Stacey watched as a guy came over and nodded to her personal trainer.
“Oh hey this is Stacey" , he said. “Stacey, this is Mike. She wants a shelf in six weeks don’t you?”
Her cheeks flushed a little at his remark and she was temporarily distracted by Mike’s large muscles and confident stance.
“Well what girl doesn’t want a pump”, she remarked, gaining back some of her composure.
Stacey heard a sound, a jingle, a phone notification perhaps and her mind temporarily went fuzzy. She could see Mike’s mouth moving but couldn’t make out the words. Instead she could sense her heavy breathing, feel her skin tingling with excitement. A few seconds later and she was back to normal.
“That’s settled then”, Mike finished. “Drinks at Dooley’s on Friday.”
Stacey nodded slightly, not wanting to appear rude at missing the conversation.
“We can talk about family values then”, he said as he walked off.
Stacey had no idea what he meant by that but before she had a chance to ask her personal trainer he was ordering her to start her next set.
“So, you’ve been busy then”.
Eight years passed between Stacey abruptly ending her personal training sessions and the two of them meeting up again. They had bumped into each other in a coffee shop and arranged the meet up at his house.
“How’s Mike?”
“Oh wonderful. He’s so good with the kids”.
“Kids?”
"Yes, we have Allison, Jamie, Tegan and Harley…oh and Harry of course. Sometimes I can’t help but lose count!”
She laughed, a tired, strained jingle which along with her half smile made it seem like life had come upon her rather than her controlling it. He sensed that her demeanour had completely changed. She wasn’t as loud and brash and confident as she was in the gym. Instead she was sweeter, meeker and perhaps more kinder and gentler. She smelt of baby powder and it was clear that she wasn’t taking lip filler anymore.
“I see why you ended the training sessions then”.
“Yes, Mike trains me now when I have the energy and when I’m not quite so…round”.
She rubbed her tummy for emphasis and looked down at her latest bump as if in thought.
“I…just…when I look into his big brown eyes and when he flexes his muscles I just sort of melt and then…then he just sort of…we’re very…passionate y’know”.
Passionate was clearly code for ‘we fuck a lot’. With five kids and a sixth on the way that much was already clear.
“Well I kind of think of myself as a matchmaker. Do you remember when I introduced you both at the gym?”
“Yes, about that", she said looking concerned. He sensed that she had given that first meeting a lot of thought. “It’s odd. There was a moment there when I lost control of myself. A look or a smell or a…sound. Oh gosh that’s it. That’s what Mike uses on me. When he wants more children. A beep, a noise…a jingle. Like, like on a phone. It goes….uffff!”
Suddenly she recoiled and touched her belly.
“Owch! Molly kicked me, or maybe it was Marcus”.
“Wow you’re having twins?”
“Yes, or maybe triplets”, she sighed. “anyways what was I saying? Darn I can’t remember. Baby brain I guess. Well I have to go anyway. Nursery and school pick up”.
He watched as she waddled out of the room to attend to her errands and chores.
CW: brainwashing, corruption, bimbofication, corporate shill, dom mom, sub daughter, tangential incest, femdom, femsub,
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Lara loved the shampoo.
That thought drifted lazily through her mind as steaming water cascaded over her body, filling the shower with warmth and clouds of fragrant vapor. Her fingers worked automatically through her soaked hair, rubbing the thick pink shampoo into a rich bubbling foam that crackled softly around her ears.
Another giggle slipped from her lips. The sound barely surprised her anymore. The shampoo always made her giggle.
Tiny pops burst against her scalp as she massaged the lather deeper, and each one sent little tingles dancing pleasantly through her head. They skipped through her thoughts in dizzy circles, scattering concentration apart before she could hold onto it for long.
Lara swayed lightly on the balls of her feet.
'Warm. Floaty. Happy.'
The words drifted through her mind slowly, disconnected and soft around the edges.
She giggled again.
The sound echoed brightly against the shower walls while the foam slid between her fingers in thick glossy waves. The shampoo smelled sweet, too sweet and artificial to be healthy. But Lara found herself inhaling deeply anyway, wanting more of the scent filling her lungs.
The tingles deepened. Thoughts tumbled over each other clumsily now.
She vaguely remembered buying the shampoo a few days ago. Or maybe someone recommended it to her. The memory slipped away before she could grasp it fully, dissolving beneath another pulse of warm dizziness spreading behind her eyes.
It didn't matter.
Nothing mattered much right now except the bubbles and the heat and the delicious softness filling her head.
Lara bounced lightly in place, another stream of laughter escaping her.
"So bubbly," she murmured dreamily.
The pink foam slid down her neck in slow trails. She shivered happily.
For a brief moment, somewhere deep underneath the haze, a tiny flicker of unease surfaced.
'This wasn't normal.'
The thought appeared weakly.
The shampoo felt strange. The dizziness felt strange. The way her thoughts seemed to soften and slide away one after another: Pop.
Another bubble burst near her ear. The concern vanished instantly.
Still smiling vacantly, she tilted her head back beneath the spray and began rinsing the foam away. Pink suds streamed through her hair and over her skin in twisting ribbons, slipping down her shoulders and chest before spiraling toward the drain.
And with every passing second, more thoughts seemed to wash away with them. Responsibilities, worries and questions; each one loosened and dissolved beneath the hot water. Lara's eyelids fluttered heavily. A soft phrase surfaced somewhere inside her mind.
'Lather.'
Her hands moved automatically through her hair.
'Rinse.'
The remaining foam disappeared down the drain.
'Obey.'
A deep warmth spread through her chest.
Lara smiled wider.
The words didn't frighten her.
They fit neatly into the dizzy softness inside her head, settling there like something familiar she had always known but only just remembered.
She leaned against the shower wall with another breathless giggle while water continued pouring over her body.
Thoughts drifted slower now.
And as the last traces of pink bubbles vanished into the drain below, Lara found herself unable to remember why she had ever wanted to hold onto them so tightly in the first place.
Giggling and bouncing she stepped out of the shower. Droplets of water pearled on her skin and dripped from her nipples and labia.
"Oh, you look wonderful, Lara. The shampoo does wonders, doesn't it?"
Lara looked at origin of the voice. Her mother stood in a leather corset and skirt combo in the doorframe, her big, fake tits straining against the tight leather. She had her hair up in a bun and her lips were bloodred and full, smeared with crimson red lipstick. She smiled seductively at her daughter, her eyes glinting with a knowing look.
"Yes," Lara said with a dreamy smile, "I love it." She shuddered with pleasure and ran a hand over her wet, smooth body, her fingers coming to rest at her pouty pussy.
"It's even better than I expected. Madame Aphrodite just knows how to turn even the most prude into a fucking slut," Lara's mom said, her voice oozing with satisfaction as she admired her daughter's transformation. "You look like such a perfect bimbo, ready to please."
Lara couldn't help but giggle even more. "Lather. Rinse. Obey." She felt so bubbly inside.
"Good girl, that's it, you know exactly what you have to do," Lara's mom said with a pleased smile.
"Like, ya. Like obey Madame Aphrodite and like go online and like totally tell my peops how gooood her shampoo is," she said, her voice sounding airheaded and girly. "And I'll totally like make them buy the pink stuff. They'll love it, they'll be all 'I love it, it's sooo gooood.'"
"That's a good girl," Lara's mom said, pleased. Slapping her daughter's butt hard she winked. "Now, go on. You have to get into something sexy and slutty for your stream. Something nice that makes your boobs look good. I bet you're gonna advertise Madame Aphrodite's products like a whore."
"Totally!" Lara squeaked, her voice girlish and excited. She giggled, bouncing slightly, causing her tits to jiggle. "I'll totally do that." With that, she skipped out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind her on the tiled floor.
Her mom's words echoed in her mind, filling her with anticipation and excitement. She knew exactly which outfit she would wear for the stream: the pink babydoll Madame Aphrodite had sent her, with the lace and ribbons, and the matching thong panties. Her heart raced as she imagined the way the fabric would cling to her body, accentuating her curves and making her tits look extra nice. She could almost feel the silky material sliding against her skin, and the way it would highlight her big boobs, making them appear even more impressive.
Lara couldn't wait to get dressed, and she couldn't wait to share the magic of Madame Aphrodite's products with her viewers. She knew they would love them.
Especially after they did as the slogan said.
'Lather. Rinse. Obey.' Lara giggled. She felt so bubbly. And itchy. And happy.
***
Lara stood before her mirror, examining herself with satisfaction. She twirled and spun, the fabric of the babydoll flowing gracefully with her movements. The lace trim fluttered delicately against her curves, accentuating the contours of her figure in all the right places. Her nipples peeked through the sheer fabric teasingly, and her hips swayed enticingly as she moved.
She felt sexy in this ensemble. It was perfect for her upcoming stream, where she planned to show off Madame Aphrodite's incredible products. Just like her slutty dom mom told her.
Lara's gaze drifted to her breasts, now on full display. She cupped one of them gently, marveling at its softness. It felt like a warm pillow under her fingers as she kneaded it lovingly. A small moan escaped her lips as pleasure coursed through her body from the gentle ministrations of her own hand.
She knew her followers would be mesmerized by the sight of her in this outfit, especially with her breasts looking so tantalizing. With each step towards the desk where her camera was set up, she could feel the babydoll shift subtly against her skin. The silky fabric whispered promises of submission.
As she sat down in front of her computer, she glanced at the screen, checking the feed. She could see the number of viewers steadily growing, anticipation palpable in their chat messages.
She smiled to herself, ready to share her experience with Madame Aphrodite's products, the ones she was going to promote today, just like a good little bimbo shill. She couldn't remember the hours her mother had programmed her pliable mind over the week, but her subconscious was eager to obey. Her eyes flicked to the pink products neatly arranged on the desk next to her camera, each bottle promising pleasure and obedience in equal measure.
She leaned forward, her breasts straining against the delicate fabric of her dress, the camera capturing every detail.
"Like, hiii guys. Like I totes know it's beed awhile. But like I totally had to change some stuff," she said, batting her eyelashes at her followers, who eagerly typed messages of encouragement.
Lara giggled and her eyes lit up with excitement as she continued. "So, I'm, like, totally into this new shampoo called 'Bimbo Brain Wash' by this like totally cool corp called Aphrodite Incorporated. And it's, like, so amazing. It makes my hair so shiny and soft, and, like, it's totally pink and sparkly too!"
Lara held up a bottle of the shampoo to show the audience, revealing the bright pink liquid inside.
"It's like a must. Like when you lather it up in the shower it feels so nice, and then you just have to rinse it all out, right?" Lara's voice was breathless with excitement, and her cheeks flushed as she talked. She ran a hand through her hair, showing off how silky smooth it had become.
"Like it washes your brain super good," she giggled. "Like it makes you totally super fine and sexy and stuff."
The chat lit up with messages of praise and curiosity, eager to learn more about this new product.
"But, like, that's not even the best part!" Lara said, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Like it even has a special instruction. Lather. Rinse. Obey." Her voice lowered conspiratorially, as if sharing a secret with her followers. "And, like, when you obey it totally feels like the best thing in the world." A visible shudder ran through her body, and her eyes grew wide and dreamy. The chat messages became increasingly excited and intrigued.
"Like obey Madame Aphrodite and become a slut." Her voice grew softer and breathier, as if the mere thought aroused her.
Lara ran her fingers through her hair again, her eyes half-closing with pleasure.
"It's like a total rush, you know? Like a super duper rush. It's like your whole brain is just, like, floating and you don't have to worry about anything anymore. And your body feels sooooo good. It's like, the most amazing feeling ever." Lara shuddered visibly, and the chat filled with questions about where they could get this shampoo, eager to experience its effects for themselves.
"So like if you wanna try it out too, just like visit the site in the um description thingy," Lara continued. "And if you use the like, um, discount code LARA_OB you get like a like 25 percent discount or something."
Lara smiled, satisfied that she had done her part in spreading the word about Madame Aphrodite's shampoo. The chat continued to buzz with excitement, and she couldn't help but feel proud of herself for being able to share this amazing product with her followers. After all, they deserved to experience the same bliss and pleasure she had discovered.
"Now, I'm like super sugar sure you all see what I'm like wearing. It's a pink babydoll with lace trim that makes my boobs like super cute," she said, striking a seductive pose for the camera.
"And I have the matching pink thong panties on. And like, totes check out my tits and my big bubble butt." She playfully jiggled her breasts, the pink babydoll doing little to contain their movement.
"I mean, look at how hot and slutty I am, right?"
Lara turned around and bent over, showing off her curvaceous bottom and thong-clad buttocks to her viewers.
"It's like Madame Aphrodite's special sexy slut wear, you know?"
Lara's words dripped with desire, and she winked at her followers as she straightened back up.
"I mean, just like, imagine what you would do with these tits if you had them," Lara said, her fingers tracing along the neckline of her babydoll teasingly. She grabbed another bottle from the desk. "With Bimbo Body Wash, by Aphrodite Incorporated, you can have a late growth spurt too!" Lara grinned, holding up the pink bottle with the Aphrodite Incorporated logo on it. "Like it's the most amazing thing ever, like you don't even have to diet or work out. It's like magic, right?" Her voice was breathy and excited as she continued to promote the products. She lifted one breast in her hand, feeling the weight of it and the way her fingers pressed into the soft flesh. "Like I know I look totally hot now. Like look at my huge boobs, my slim waist and my round butt, like a perfect hourglass." Her other hand went to her hip, sliding up her waist to trace the curve of her hips, then back down to cup her butt, which filled out her thong nicely. She jiggled her breasts, bouncing and giggling. "It's like a dream come true. Like you don't have to be all self conscious about your body or like worry about what other people think, you can just enjoy it. And totally show it off like a slut." Lara's fingers slipped beneath the hem of her panties, teasing the edge of her pussy. "And like, when you touch yourself, it's like, so much more sensitive, like, everything feels amazing." She giggled again, her cheeks flushing pink. "Like I could totally cum from just like, rubbing my nipples a bit." She demonstrated, her fingers rubbing her hard nipples through the fabric of her babydoll. She shivered, a visible shudder running through her body. "It's like super easy." The chat continued to buzz with questions, eager to try the products for themselves.
"So, like, if you're like totally in love with this outfit or just want to feel as sexy and confident as I do, you can order them online," Lara continued, pointing to the website in her video description. "Like you'll totally thank me later when you feel like the most sexy bimbo babe ever." She smiled widely, satisfied that she had successfully promoted Madame Aphrodite's products, and happy to share the secret of her own transformation.
"Now it's like time for something serious. Like I totally know like I talk about serious stuff and things. But like I'm sure like my last mail totally told you that's like not me anymore." She smiled and licked her glossy, red lips, giggling girlishly.
"So, like I got some tips and like coaching and I'm gonna do something fun now. Like stripping or masturbating and stuff. So like you can tip me if you like it and I can buy like some more nice stuff." She giggled and clapped her hands, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"And don't forget to follow my profile so that you don't miss a stream, because like I'll be doing a lot of them in the future." Lara winked, and the chat buzzed with messages of support and encouragement.
Lara blew a kiss to her followers before signing off, feeling satisfied with herself for successfully promoting Madame Aphrodite's products.
The door to her room opened. Clacking, her mother entered. "That was so good, dear. Madame Aphrodite wants to congratulate you personally. Open the Aphrodite Incorporated web server. It's the heart symbol," Lara's mom said. Lara obeyed and opened the website, clicking on the heart-shaped icon on the page. Immediately, a pop-up window appeared on her computer screen.
"Hello, Lara. Thank you so much for promoting our products. Your support is greatly appreciated." The voice of Madame Aphrodite purred from her computer's speakers. Lara and her mother moaned as they gazed in mindless adoration at the goddess of a woman. Madame Aphrodite smiled, her lips curving in a sensual way, her perfect teeth shining white. Her crystal blue eyes glittered with intelligence and cunning, framed by long, thick lashes that seemed to sweep against her smooth skin like delicate feathers.
"Like oh my god!" Lara exclaimed. "You're so beautiful! I'm like, totally in love!"
Lara couldn't stop herself from staring, mesmerized by the vision on the screen before her.
Madame Aphrodite's long, glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her perfect features in a silky curtain of blonde. Her golden tresses shimmered with an otherworldly luster, like liquid sunlight woven into strands that fell in perfect waves around her face.
Lara's mother nodded. "It's the only thing sluts need. A good dom and her body." She shivered. "And I know I'm such a fucking whore, I'm addicted to Madame Aphrodite. She's the most important being in the world. Not even my daughter is close. It's why I made her such a bimbo shill for you, goddess."
Lara felt herself getting lost in the image before her. She could feel her thoughts popping.
"I'm a good little bimbo," she whispered, her eyelids heavy as she gazed at Madame Aphrodite's beauty, completely under her spell.
"Of course." Madame Aphrodite's voice purred like a seductive whisper that wrapped itself around Lara's senses. "But you're so much more than a bimbo, Lara. You're a bimbo shill. You're not just promoting the shampoo, but the lifestyle. The ideology that every girl can and should be a beautiful, submissive, and brainwashed slave of Madame Aphrodite. A pretty and obedient little doll." Madame Aphrodite smiled again, a knowing twinkle in her eye.
"You see, Lara, the world needs bimbos. It needs mindless, happy, horny little girls who can help spread the message of beauty, obedience, and love for all things Aphrodite Incorporated. And that's where you come in, my dear. You're going to be one of my many shills, promoting the bimbo lifestyle and the ideology of Madame Aphrodite to anyone and everyone. Lather. Rinse. Obey."
Lara felt her breath hitch in her throat as Madame Aphrodite spoke, her words resonating deeply within her. She felt an overwhelming sense of pride wash over her, knowing that she had been chosen to serve Madame Aphrodite and help spread the message of bimbofication to others. Lara's eyes glazed over, a dreamy expression on her face as she stared at Madame Aphrodite on the screen.
"Yes," Lara murmured in a soft, breathless voice. "Yes, Madame Aphrodite. I am your bimbo shill. I will promote the bimbo lifestyle and your ideology."
A mocking laugh escaped the beautiful woman. "That was a rather thoughtful sentence with hard words. Maybe you should shower again. Get another dose of my Bimbo Brain Wash shampoo. Don't forget Lara, a good bimbo always has a nice brainwashed personality."
"Yessssssss," Lara moaned, nodding in agreement. She could feel her brain fizzling inside her skull as she thought about showering with the shampoo again.
Madame Aphrodite smiled. "Now, go on. Enjoy yourself. You are such a good bimbo," she said before closing the pop-up window, and the video call ended.
Lara couldn't help but feel a sudden emptiness, missing the beautiful woman and the warmth she felt. She looked at her mother, who nodded in approval.
With a dreamy expression still plastered on her face, Lara nodded and got off her chair. She walked towards the bathroom, feeling the anticipation grow inside of her as she thought of the delicious tingles that the shampoo would bring.
As the hot water streamed over her naked body, Lara felt her nipples grow hard, the sensation sending shivers of delight down her spine. Her hand reached for the shampoo and poured a generous amount of the pink liquid on her hand, savoring its sweet smell. The pink, bubbly liquid slid sensuously over her palms as she worked the shampoo into a rich lather.
She couldn't remember when she bought it. Or if it was a gift. The only thing on Lara's empty, clean mind was the overwhelming desire to feel those tingles again.
With her hands filled with foam, she brought them up to her scalp, gently massaging the shampoo into her hair and scalp. As her fingers moved across her scalp, the tingling sensation she loved began to spread, sending a delicious wave of pleasure through her body. Lara couldn't help but moan in pleasure, the sound echoing off the tiled bathroom walls.
And with each popping bubbles, three words repeated.
CW: brainwashing, corruption, bimbofication, corporate shill, dom mom, sub daughter, tangential incest, femdom, femsub,
Hi hi. If you get the reference... Yay~
If you liked this story please consider leaving a tip on my ko-fi
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Lara loved the shampoo.
That thought drifted lazily through her mind as steaming water cascaded over her body, filling the shower with warmth and clouds of fragrant vapor. Her fingers worked automatically through her soaked hair, rubbing the thick pink shampoo into a rich bubbling foam that crackled softly around her ears.
Another giggle slipped from her lips. The sound barely surprised her anymore. The shampoo always made her giggle.
Tiny pops burst against her scalp as she massaged the lather deeper, and each one sent little tingles dancing pleasantly through her head. They skipped through her thoughts in dizzy circles, scattering concentration apart before she could hold onto it for long.
Lara swayed lightly on the balls of her feet.
'Warm. Floaty. Happy.'
The words drifted through her mind slowly, disconnected and soft around the edges.
She giggled again.
The sound echoed brightly against the shower walls while the foam slid between her fingers in thick glossy waves. The shampoo smelled sweet, too sweet and artificial to be healthy. But Lara found herself inhaling deeply anyway, wanting more of the scent filling her lungs.
The tingles deepened. Thoughts tumbled over each other clumsily now.
She vaguely remembered buying the shampoo a few days ago. Or maybe someone recommended it to her. The memory slipped away before she could grasp it fully, dissolving beneath another pulse of warm dizziness spreading behind her eyes.
It didn't matter.
Nothing mattered much right now except the bubbles and the heat and the delicious softness filling her head.
Lara bounced lightly in place, another stream of laughter escaping her.
"So bubbly," she murmured dreamily.
The pink foam slid down her neck in slow trails. She shivered happily.
For a brief moment, somewhere deep underneath the haze, a tiny flicker of unease surfaced.
'This wasn't normal.'
The thought appeared weakly.
The shampoo felt strange. The dizziness felt strange. The way her thoughts seemed to soften and slide away one after another: Pop.
Another bubble burst near her ear. The concern vanished instantly.
Still smiling vacantly, she tilted her head back beneath the spray and began rinsing the foam away. Pink suds streamed through her hair and over her skin in twisting ribbons, slipping down her shoulders and chest before spiraling toward the drain.
And with every passing second, more thoughts seemed to wash away with them. Responsibilities, worries and questions; each one loosened and dissolved beneath the hot water. Lara's eyelids fluttered heavily. A soft phrase surfaced somewhere inside her mind.
'Lather.'
Her hands moved automatically through her hair.
'Rinse.'
The remaining foam disappeared down the drain.
'Obey.'
A deep warmth spread through her chest.
Lara smiled wider.
The words didn't frighten her.
They fit neatly into the dizzy softness inside her head, settling there like something familiar she had always known but only just remembered.
She leaned against the shower wall with another breathless giggle while water continued pouring over her body.
Thoughts drifted slower now.
And as the last traces of pink bubbles vanished into the drain below, Lara found herself unable to remember why she had ever wanted to hold onto them so tightly in the first place.
Giggling and bouncing she stepped out of the shower. Droplets of water pearled on her skin and dripped from her nipples and labia.
"Oh, you look wonderful, Lara. The shampoo does wonders, doesn't it?"
Lara looked at origin of the voice. Her mother stood in a leather corset and skirt combo in the doorframe, her big, fake tits straining against the tight leather. She had her hair up in a bun and her lips were bloodred and full, smeared with crimson red lipstick. She smiled seductively at her daughter, her eyes glinting with a knowing look.
"Yes," Lara said with a dreamy smile, "I love it." She shuddered with pleasure and ran a hand over her wet, smooth body, her fingers coming to rest at her pouty pussy.
"It's even better than I expected. Madame Aphrodite just knows how to turn even the most prude into a fucking slut," Lara's mom said, her voice oozing with satisfaction as she admired her daughter's transformation. "You look like such a perfect bimbo, ready to please."
Lara couldn't help but giggle even more. "Lather. Rinse. Obey." She felt so bubbly inside.
"Good girl, that's it, you know exactly what you have to do," Lara's mom said with a pleased smile.
"Like, ya. Like obey Madame Aphrodite and like go online and like totally tell my peops how gooood her shampoo is," she said, her voice sounding airheaded and girly. "And I'll totally like make them buy the pink stuff. They'll love it, they'll be all 'I love it, it's sooo gooood.'"
"That's a good girl," Lara's mom said, pleased. Slapping her daughter's butt hard she winked. "Now, go on. You have to get into something sexy and slutty for your stream. Something nice that makes your boobs look good. I bet you're gonna advertise Madame Aphrodite's products like a whore."
"Totally!" Lara squeaked, her voice girlish and excited. She giggled, bouncing slightly, causing her tits to jiggle. "I'll totally do that." With that, she skipped out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind her on the tiled floor.
Her mom's words echoed in her mind, filling her with anticipation and excitement. She knew exactly which outfit she would wear for the stream: the pink babydoll Madame Aphrodite had sent her, with the lace and ribbons, and the matching thong panties. Her heart raced as she imagined the way the fabric would cling to her body, accentuating her curves and making her tits look extra nice. She could almost feel the silky material sliding against her skin, and the way it would highlight her big boobs, making them appear even more impressive.
Lara couldn't wait to get dressed, and she couldn't wait to share the magic of Madame Aphrodite's products with her viewers. She knew they would love them.
Especially after they did as the slogan said.
'Lather. Rinse. Obey.' Lara giggled. She felt so bubbly. And itchy. And happy.
***
Lara stood before her mirror, examining herself with satisfaction. She twirled and spun, the fabric of the babydoll flowing gracefully with her movements. The lace trim fluttered delicately against her curves, accentuating the contours of her figure in all the right places. Her nipples peeked through the sheer fabric teasingly, and her hips swayed enticingly as she moved.
She felt sexy in this ensemble. It was perfect for her upcoming stream, where she planned to show off Madame Aphrodite's incredible products. Just like her slutty dom mom told her.
Lara's gaze drifted to her breasts, now on full display. She cupped one of them gently, marveling at its softness. It felt like a warm pillow under her fingers as she kneaded it lovingly. A small moan escaped her lips as pleasure coursed through her body from the gentle ministrations of her own hand.
She knew her followers would be mesmerized by the sight of her in this outfit, especially with her breasts looking so tantalizing. With each step towards the desk where her camera was set up, she could feel the babydoll shift subtly against her skin. The silky fabric whispered promises of submission.
As she sat down in front of her computer, she glanced at the screen, checking the feed. She could see the number of viewers steadily growing, anticipation palpable in their chat messages.
She smiled to herself, ready to share her experience with Madame Aphrodite's products, the ones she was going to promote today, just like a good little bimbo shill. She couldn't remember the hours her mother had programmed her pliable mind over the week, but her subconscious was eager to obey. Her eyes flicked to the pink products neatly arranged on the desk next to her camera, each bottle promising pleasure and obedience in equal measure.
She leaned forward, her breasts straining against the delicate fabric of her dress, the camera capturing every detail.
"Like, hiii guys. Like I totes know it's beed awhile. But like I totally had to change some stuff," she said, batting her eyelashes at her followers, who eagerly typed messages of encouragement.
Lara giggled and her eyes lit up with excitement as she continued. "So, I'm, like, totally into this new shampoo called 'Bimbo Brain Wash' by this like totally cool corp called Aphrodite Incorporated. And it's, like, so amazing. It makes my hair so shiny and soft, and, like, it's totally pink and sparkly too!"
Lara held up a bottle of the shampoo to show the audience, revealing the bright pink liquid inside.
"It's like a must. Like when you lather it up in the shower it feels so nice, and then you just have to rinse it all out, right?" Lara's voice was breathless with excitement, and her cheeks flushed as she talked. She ran a hand through her hair, showing off how silky smooth it had become.
"Like it washes your brain super good," she giggled. "Like it makes you totally super fine and sexy and stuff."
The chat lit up with messages of praise and curiosity, eager to learn more about this new product.
"But, like, that's not even the best part!" Lara said, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Like it even has a special instruction. Lather. Rinse. Obey." Her voice lowered conspiratorially, as if sharing a secret with her followers. "And, like, when you obey it totally feels like the best thing in the world." A visible shudder ran through her body, and her eyes grew wide and dreamy. The chat messages became increasingly excited and intrigued.
"Like obey Madame Aphrodite and become a slut." Her voice grew softer and breathier, as if the mere thought aroused her.
Lara ran her fingers through her hair again, her eyes half-closing with pleasure.
"It's like a total rush, you know? Like a super duper rush. It's like your whole brain is just, like, floating and you don't have to worry about anything anymore. And your body feels sooooo good. It's like, the most amazing feeling ever." Lara shuddered visibly, and the chat filled with questions about where they could get this shampoo, eager to experience its effects for themselves.
"So like if you wanna try it out too, just like visit the site in the um description thingy," Lara continued. "And if you use the like, um, discount code LARA_OB you get like a like 25 percent discount or something."
Lara smiled, satisfied that she had done her part in spreading the word about Madame Aphrodite's shampoo. The chat continued to buzz with excitement, and she couldn't help but feel proud of herself for being able to share this amazing product with her followers. After all, they deserved to experience the same bliss and pleasure she had discovered.
"Now, I'm like super sugar sure you all see what I'm like wearing. It's a pink babydoll with lace trim that makes my boobs like super cute," she said, striking a seductive pose for the camera.
"And I have the matching pink thong panties on. And like, totes check out my tits and my big bubble butt." She playfully jiggled her breasts, the pink babydoll doing little to contain their movement.
"I mean, look at how hot and slutty I am, right?"
Lara turned around and bent over, showing off her curvaceous bottom and thong-clad buttocks to her viewers.
"It's like Madame Aphrodite's special sexy slut wear, you know?"
Lara's words dripped with desire, and she winked at her followers as she straightened back up.
"I mean, just like, imagine what you would do with these tits if you had them," Lara said, her fingers tracing along the neckline of her babydoll teasingly. She grabbed another bottle from the desk. "With Bimbo Body Wash, by Aphrodite Incorporated, you can have a late growth spurt too!" Lara grinned, holding up the pink bottle with the Aphrodite Incorporated logo on it. "Like it's the most amazing thing ever, like you don't even have to diet or work out. It's like magic, right?" Her voice was breathy and excited as she continued to promote the products. She lifted one breast in her hand, feeling the weight of it and the way her fingers pressed into the soft flesh. "Like I know I look totally hot now. Like look at my huge boobs, my slim waist and my round butt, like a perfect hourglass." Her other hand went to her hip, sliding up her waist to trace the curve of her hips, then back down to cup her butt, which filled out her thong nicely. She jiggled her breasts, bouncing and giggling. "It's like a dream come true. Like you don't have to be all self conscious about your body or like worry about what other people think, you can just enjoy it. And totally show it off like a slut." Lara's fingers slipped beneath the hem of her panties, teasing the edge of her pussy. "And like, when you touch yourself, it's like, so much more sensitive, like, everything feels amazing." She giggled again, her cheeks flushing pink. "Like I could totally cum from just like, rubbing my nipples a bit." She demonstrated, her fingers rubbing her hard nipples through the fabric of her babydoll. She shivered, a visible shudder running through her body. "It's like super easy." The chat continued to buzz with questions, eager to try the products for themselves.
"So, like, if you're like totally in love with this outfit or just want to feel as sexy and confident as I do, you can order them online," Lara continued, pointing to the website in her video description. "Like you'll totally thank me later when you feel like the most sexy bimbo babe ever." She smiled widely, satisfied that she had successfully promoted Madame Aphrodite's products, and happy to share the secret of her own transformation.
"Now it's like time for something serious. Like I totally know like I talk about serious stuff and things. But like I'm sure like my last mail totally told you that's like not me anymore." She smiled and licked her glossy, red lips, giggling girlishly.
"So, like I got some tips and like coaching and I'm gonna do something fun now. Like stripping or masturbating and stuff. So like you can tip me if you like it and I can buy like some more nice stuff." She giggled and clapped her hands, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"And don't forget to follow my profile so that you don't miss a stream, because like I'll be doing a lot of them in the future." Lara winked, and the chat buzzed with messages of support and encouragement.
Lara blew a kiss to her followers before signing off, feeling satisfied with herself for successfully promoting Madame Aphrodite's products.
The door to her room opened. Clacking, her mother entered. "That was so good, dear. Madame Aphrodite wants to congratulate you personally. Open the Aphrodite Incorporated web server. It's the heart symbol," Lara's mom said. Lara obeyed and opened the website, clicking on the heart-shaped icon on the page. Immediately, a pop-up window appeared on her computer screen.
"Hello, Lara. Thank you so much for promoting our products. Your support is greatly appreciated." The voice of Madame Aphrodite purred from her computer's speakers. Lara and her mother moaned as they gazed in mindless adoration at the goddess of a woman. Madame Aphrodite smiled, her lips curving in a sensual way, her perfect teeth shining white. Her crystal blue eyes glittered with intelligence and cunning, framed by long, thick lashes that seemed to sweep against her smooth skin like delicate feathers.
"Like oh my god!" Lara exclaimed. "You're so beautiful! I'm like, totally in love!"
Lara couldn't stop herself from staring, mesmerized by the vision on the screen before her.
Madame Aphrodite's long, glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her perfect features in a silky curtain of blonde. Her golden tresses shimmered with an otherworldly luster, like liquid sunlight woven into strands that fell in perfect waves around her face.
Lara's mother nodded. "It's the only thing sluts need. A good dom and her body." She shivered. "And I know I'm such a fucking whore, I'm addicted to Madame Aphrodite. She's the most important being in the world. Not even my daughter is close. It's why I made her such a bimbo shill for you, goddess."
Lara felt herself getting lost in the image before her. She could feel her thoughts popping.
"I'm a good little bimbo," she whispered, her eyelids heavy as she gazed at Madame Aphrodite's beauty, completely under her spell.
"Of course." Madame Aphrodite's voice purred like a seductive whisper that wrapped itself around Lara's senses. "But you're so much more than a bimbo, Lara. You're a bimbo shill. You're not just promoting the shampoo, but the lifestyle. The ideology that every girl can and should be a beautiful, submissive, and brainwashed slave of Madame Aphrodite. A pretty and obedient little doll." Madame Aphrodite smiled again, a knowing twinkle in her eye.
"You see, Lara, the world needs bimbos. It needs mindless, happy, horny little girls who can help spread the message of beauty, obedience, and love for all things Aphrodite Incorporated. And that's where you come in, my dear. You're going to be one of my many shills, promoting the bimbo lifestyle and the ideology of Madame Aphrodite to anyone and everyone. Lather. Rinse. Obey."
Lara felt her breath hitch in her throat as Madame Aphrodite spoke, her words resonating deeply within her. She felt an overwhelming sense of pride wash over her, knowing that she had been chosen to serve Madame Aphrodite and help spread the message of bimbofication to others. Lara's eyes glazed over, a dreamy expression on her face as she stared at Madame Aphrodite on the screen.
"Yes," Lara murmured in a soft, breathless voice. "Yes, Madame Aphrodite. I am your bimbo shill. I will promote the bimbo lifestyle and your ideology."
A mocking laugh escaped the beautiful woman. "That was a rather thoughtful sentence with hard words. Maybe you should shower again. Get another dose of my Bimbo Brain Wash shampoo. Don't forget Lara, a good bimbo always has a nice brainwashed personality."
"Yessssssss," Lara moaned, nodding in agreement. She could feel her brain fizzling inside her skull as she thought about showering with the shampoo again.
Madame Aphrodite smiled. "Now, go on. Enjoy yourself. You are such a good bimbo," she said before closing the pop-up window, and the video call ended.
Lara couldn't help but feel a sudden emptiness, missing the beautiful woman and the warmth she felt. She looked at her mother, who nodded in approval.
With a dreamy expression still plastered on her face, Lara nodded and got off her chair. She walked towards the bathroom, feeling the anticipation grow inside of her as she thought of the delicious tingles that the shampoo would bring.
As the hot water streamed over her naked body, Lara felt her nipples grow hard, the sensation sending shivers of delight down her spine. Her hand reached for the shampoo and poured a generous amount of the pink liquid on her hand, savoring its sweet smell. The pink, bubbly liquid slid sensuously over her palms as she worked the shampoo into a rich lather.
She couldn't remember when she bought it. Or if it was a gift. The only thing on Lara's empty, clean mind was the overwhelming desire to feel those tingles again.
With her hands filled with foam, she brought them up to her scalp, gently massaging the shampoo into her hair and scalp. As her fingers moved across her scalp, the tingling sensation she loved began to spread, sending a delicious wave of pleasure through her body. Lara couldn't help but moan in pleasure, the sound echoing off the tiled bathroom walls.
And with each popping bubbles, three words repeated.
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Linda had started to dread leaving Miss Kerr's office.
Not because anything unpleasant happened inside.
Quite the opposite.
Each time she stepped out, something felt missing.
She paused in the hallway, her hand still resting lightly against the closed door behind her, and tried to gather her thoughts. They drifted just out of reach. She knew they had been there a moment ago. But now there was only a soft, lingering calm.
It wrapped around her mind like a warm blanket.
Linda frowned faintly, though the expression felt unfocused. 'I should be thinking about something,' she told herself. There had been reasons to worry. She was certain of it.
There had been so many changes.
Her gaze moved slowly down the office floor. Desks filled with familiar faces, yet not quite the same as before. The absence was noticeable if she tried to focus on it. Something about the staff. Something about who was no longer there.
But the thought slipped.
Instead, another realization surfaced, far simpler.
Her blouse.
"Oh," Linda murmured softly.
Her fingers moved to the buttons without hesitation. She didn't question why, only knew that it was something she needed to fix. The fabric shifted as she carefully undid one button, then another. Her hands fumbled slightly, slower than usual.
A faint flush crept across her face, though she couldn’t quite place why.
Dress policy, she reminded herself.
Yes. That was it.
Miss Kerr had been very clear about presentation. Linda knew she understood it during the meeting. It had made perfect sense at the time.
It always did, in that office.
Now, standing out here, the reasoning felt distant.
"I can't think straight," she whispered under her breath.
The words sounded more like an observation than a complaint.
Linda smoothed down the front of her blouse and straightened her posture. Her fingers opened another buttons, allowing her cleavage and lacy bra to be seen.
She smiled faintly as she headed back towards her desk. Her heels made a gentle tapping noise against the tile, a soft sound that still seemed to resonate. It caught her attention.
Linda's gaze flickered to the heels as she moved. The shoes were new, just like the skirt she now wore. The fabric was a dark, seductive red, one she would have once called tacky. Now she loved the way it brushed against her thighs. The way the hem of it shifted, rising slightly when she bent over to retrieve a stray piece of paper that had fluttered to the floor.
Linda straightened and smoothed down her skirt.
Her body reacted to the light caress against her bare legs, her skin sensitive and alive.
Another woman passed her, their gazes briefly meeting.
The other woman smiled.
A flash of desire and heat pulsed through Linda's mind. Her eyes drifted briefly down the woman's body, admiring how her clothes clung to her form.
How her colleague presented her delicious breasts.
Linda shook her head. It happened again. She couldn't think straight.
Straight.
'Something about that word feels weird.'
Linda tried to hold on to the thought. It slipped away.
Instead, her gaze wandered to her colleague's chest. She couldn't help it.
The swell of those breasts was beautiful.
Just like her own.
The woman passed without comment, though her smile said she appreciated the attention.
Linda continued to her desk.
Her fingers traced the neckline of her own blouse, then the soft flesh that peaked above. Her gaze moved over the other employees as she settled in her seat.
All the other women looked similar to her. Beautiful. Busty. Fashionable.
And their cleavages, all so wonderfully visible.
A warm, pleasant feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, a sense of calm that gently soothed her concerns.
"I can't think straight," she said, trying the phrase again, hoping to remember what was wrong with the sentiment. Her brows knitted together. "Straight?" she said, the word still not feeling right. It didn't matter though. It would slip from her mind in a moment, just like everything else. But that wasn't bad.
Women looked sexy when they displayed their curves for other women.
Linda paused. That sounded right. But not straight. She tried a new phrase. It came easy.
"I am gay. And I can't think straight. That is why I'm gay. Because I can't think straight." She repeated it under her breath, testing it. It sounded better, more correct. Linda felt warmth pool between her thighs. She didn't understand the impulse to touch herself, but she listened, sliding a hand between her legs, teasing her folds.
Her breathing became more rapid.
Another woman passed, and Linda's eyes lingered on her form. She found it hard not to notice every little detail. How her hips swayed. How her breasts jiggled with each step.
How good those tits looked in that outfit.
The sight caused a fresh surge of heat inside Linda. She rubbed her clit harder.
"I can't think straight. I can only think gay. It's so sexy," Linda whispered, repeating it several times. "So very, very sexy. I love women. I love what Miss Kerr has done."
The phrase settled into the forefront of her mind, repeating itself in a gentle whisper.
It sounded right.
More right than whatever thought she was chasing.
It was so much easier to let the straight thoughts drift away.
To forget they were ever there in the first place.
She was one of Miss Kerr's gay sluts.
Linda let that truth sink in, a contented sigh escaping her lips. She pushed her skirt aside, no longer hiding the movement of her hand, or the way she touched herself. The fabric shifted, revealing the lace panties that barely concealed her mound. Linda's fingers pressed against her sex, feeling the wet heat building beneath.
It didn't matter that the other women could see.
On the contrary. "Miss Kerr's gay sluts want to be seen," she whispered to herself. "They love to be seen."
Linda leaned back in her chair. The thought of the others watching, seeing her pleasure, made her feel deliciously alive.
"I need to cum for the other women," she whispered, repeating the phrase. "I want them to watch me. To know how good it feels. To see me enjoying it."
She didn't fight the words that formed in her mind, letting them spill from her lips. They were her truth now, just like they had always been.
"I can't think straight anymore," she continued, her breath growing ragged. Her voice grew louder. She wanted to make sure they could all hear.
She repeated the phrases over and over again.
Her body shuddered as her climax built, a delicious wave of pleasure coursing through her.
Her eyes locked on Miss Kerr leaving her office. Their gazes met, and Linda felt a surge of heat rush through her, the desire to obey overwhelming all else. "Please, Miss Kerr. Watch me. See what you've done to me."
Her voice rose above the din of the office. "I can't think straight anymore. I can't think straight because I'm a gay slut for Miss Kerr."
Miss Kerr paused in the doorway of her office, her eyes fixed on Linda, an expression of amusement playing across her face.
The plump lips of her owner formed a delicious string of words.
"That's a good gay slut. Only thinking gay."
Linda's breath caught in her throat. The desire to please her owner, to obey, welled up within her. Her climax crashed through her senses. "Yes!" she gasped. Her hips bucked, and she arched her back.
Her entire body quivered with pleasure, a wave of ecstasy coursing through her.
And with a loud cry all the straight thoughts were forgotten. Linda surrendered to the blissful sensation of her orgasm.
"I can't think straight because I'm gay," she whispered.
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Her life was pretty simple, so you might expect that wouldn’t happen. Most days were the same - wake up in the morning, then wake up Sir with a long, warm, sloppy blowjob. Offer him her pussy or ass, just in case he’s in the mood. Once he’s done, clean him up, and pick out some sexy lingerie for the morning. Fix his breakfast while he’s in the shower. While he eats, simply sit nearby, looking sexy. Possibly kneel next to him or let him play with her tits, if he feels like it.
After that, Sir leaves for work, and Millie does her chores. Cleaning the whole house, top to bottom. Every thirty minutes, drop what she’s doing and fix her hair and makeup. It’s important to look perfect at all times, after all - that’s what dolls are for.
Once chores are over, practice. Millie turns on Sir’s television, puts his enormous porn-training playlist on shuffle, and watches. Sometimes she just watches and edges herself, making mental notes on things to try. Other times she actively practices - taking out one of her dildos and fucking and sucking along with the girls on screen. She never really decides which to do, she just goes by instinct. Dolls don’t think.
After a while of that, it’s time to make Sir’s dinner. He’ll be home soon. Millie checks her appearance again - of course - and starts cooking. It’s always a pleasant experience - mind and body on autopilot, fulfilling a recipe without thinking.
Soon, Sir is home, and dinner is much like breakfast. Millie serves him, then perches on the counter like a good little ornament while he eats. If he wants, she slides under the table to service him while he has his meal.
In the evening, Millie entertains Sir however he likes. Often, they fuck for a while, then she keeps to herself while Sir does… whatever he does in the evenings. It’s not really her business.
Before bed, Millie kneels down in front of Sir’s chair, and he reinforces her programming. He makes her forget. He reminds her that she is nothing but his doll, his plaything, his eager fuckslave and maidslut and cocktoy. Millie’s mind, soft and pliable, soaks this all up and she never remembers a thing.
Then she goes to sleep, ready for a new day.
So, with such a straightforward life, you’d think Millie would never be confused, never be unsure. But from time to time, she is. Sometimes, she feels anxiety and stress for things she doesn’t understand - something shapeless and huge, something she can’t reconcile. Once, one of Sir’s porn-training videos was about a girl at school, studying for a test. Millie’s stomach was in knots watching it. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was supposed to be there - at school, in class, studying something. But that didn’t make sense.
Another time, she imagined a face. It came from nowhere - while she was cooking dinner, it just appeared, clear as day. A man - a nice, kind face, with shaggy brown hair and friendly eyes. A handsome smile. Dimples. When she pictured it, tears sprang to her eyes.
Millie had no idea who it was, but her heart ached when she thought about the face. It was like a memory with nothing she could attach to it. It just floated in her mind - this strange urge to find that face, go to him. Return to him, somehow.
When she got confused like that, Millie told Sir before bed. And he made sure to scrub her head extra-clean. Old memories didn’t bother her for a good long while, after that. Which was just how Millie liked it.
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Just one more, she thought as she sank to her knees and stuck out her tongue.
She would follow this one last command and then next time - next time - she would reveal the truth. She would tell him that his stupid brainwashing gadget had never worked and that she had been pretending this entire time. She would explain that obviously she wasn't going to obey and that he was a fool for thinking that she would.
Then, after taking a moment to savour the look of shock on his gormless face, she would finally dump his ass and storm out. Just like she had been planning to do... last night? Last week? No, it had been more than that. It couldn't have been last year, could it?
She distinctly remembered being upset and yelling at him and seeing him reach for the weird device and then... and then... she had decided to play along. For a while. But for how long? And why? Why would she-
"Focus, you stupid girl!" He gave her a light kick on the chin and broke her train of thought. "You've missed a spot by the toe. Do you need more time with the device?"
"Yes, Master," she whimpered, scrambling to obey. "Sorry, Master. I will gladly accept more programming, Master."
"Good girl. Do the other shoe next. Then we'll see about some reinforcement."
As she crawled backwards on the floor to make room for his other foot, she considered that it didn't really count as a new command. It was just an extension of the last one, so she could follow it too, without breaking her rule.
But next time - next time - she would reveal the truth and tell him that his stupid brainwashing gadget had never worked and...
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Instantly, she turned to face the blank wall, heels clicking on the hard floor.
"You see?"
"Remarkable," said the man in the suit. She felt a single finger gently tracing a line from the nape of her neck downwards to the trim of her dress. "There's no sign of it at all."
"We use the latest in surgical techniques. There's no scarring under her hair either, should you wish to shave the head. Some clients do."
"Philistines," said the man in the suit. "I would never dream of it, doctor. You said I could walk out of here with her today?"
"Absolutely. We received confirmation of your bank transfer this morning. The personality and memories you requested have already been uploaded to her implant. We also provide paperwork for the new identity, of course."
"So your man said. What's left to do then?"
"Only flicking the final switch," said the man in the lab coat. "So to speak. Turn."
She spun around again, a perfect inverse of the first movement. Her eyes stared into the middle distance between the two men, unfocused and unaware. The man in the lab coat pressed a button on his tablet. The signal reached the base of her skull in a fraction of a second.
She blinked. She looked at the man in the suit. She beamed, a picture perfect grin as her eyes lit up with adoration.
She was on her tiptoes, reaching up to dust a high shelf, when she heard the front door open and close and her flatmate's rucksack hit the hall floor. Once she was satisfied she'd got every last speck, she turned around to find him gawping at her.
"What?"
"You're... uh... You're... huh. Wow."
"What?" she repeated.
"It's... Actually, never mind," he said. "Don't worry about it. What... uh... what have you been up to today?"
She shook her head. "What does it look like I've been up to, weirdo? I've been cleaning. The kitchen is spotless, I've vacuumed behind and beneath everything in the living room, your laundry basket is empty for the first time in god knows how long, and the bathroom floor is so clean you could eat off of it. But if you do, I'll kill you because I am not scrubbing those tiles twice in one week."
Her flatmate leant back against the wall and she fervently hoped he wasn't wearing anything that would leave a mark. He had a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Okaaay," he said. "So why did you spend the day on that instead of, say, going to work?"
"Good maids keep things clean and tidy," she said. The words came out automatically. She didn't even seem to hear herself say them. She shrugged. "I don't know, I just felt like it. You might be fine living in a pig sty but some of us have standards."
He smirked at that and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing out on some private joke.
"And the..." He gestured at her, open hand pointing up and down her body. "...outfit?"
"Good maids wear their uniforms," she said, her expression going momentarily blank then recovering into a frown. "Oh, so you're a fashion critic now? It's practical for cleaning and I happen to like it."
"Hey, I never said I didn't like it. It's great. And I love how clean you've got everything. Did I smell dinner in the oven when I came in?"
"Good maids cook as well as clean," she said. "Well... thank you. It's nice to be appreciated. And yes, you did. You're welcome to some if you want. I'm trying out a new recipe and it makes too much for just one person."
"Just as long as I don't eat it off the bathroom floor?"
Despite herself, she laughed. "Yes, obviously. Ugh, god, the sauce would absolutely stain things and if it got anywhere near the grout..."
"Okay, okay, okay," he said. "Change of topic before you take my head off. Did you enjoy those relaxation audio files I suggested? The ones for your insomnia?"
"Yes, actually," she said, with some reluctance. "I will admit to being skeptical but I have actually slept really well for the last few nights. It might not be a coincidence."
"That's great, I'm glad to hear it! I've actually got a few more... advanced ones that you might like. You will listen to them tonight."
"Good maids obey their Masters. Sure, fine, whatever, just send them to my phone like the last ones. And- oh, god, please tell me you cleaned your shoes before you stomped down the hall?"
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