DAY 3 (Later)

“See, the video is boring as I said, all of you just fall in a daze, and are not focused on the video, but well, it’s fine, let’s forget about the video and move on,” said Jamie nonchalantly.

The women in the room began to regain their awareness back, but rather than questioning what happened to them during these several minutes of watching the video, they accepted the excuse given by Dr. Jamie that the video was boring and they didn’t have the attention span to watch it to the end.

Jenna could only remember a few parts of the video; she remembered that the video showed them several images of women in various types of dress, but only a few of them took her fancy, mainly the images of women in leather attire, the rest just flew above her mind, and she soon fell into a daydream, she could remember she was daydreaming about Jordan, continuing her fantasy of submitting and bullied by Jordan. Well, that was the moment she remember before the sissy Jamie brought her back from her daze.

“Let’s pick up from what we left then, first, I want you to kiss the dildo in your hand like a lover, imagine the tip was your lover’s lips instead of dick,” Jamie instructed.

Jenna and others begin to kiss their dildo passionately. In her mind, an image of a man’s face began to be formed, her lover…should be her husband, but the face that was formed in her imagination was her husband’s bully and her superior, Jordan. Strangely, she didn’t have any rejection of the idea even if the one she kissed was Jordan. She found the fantasy hot.

“Stop,” Jamie ordered, the doctor then asked, “Do any of you have trouble projecting your lover to the dildo?”

Nobody was raising their hand. Jamie was satisfied, it seemed that his subliminal was perfect, and no faulty in this batch.

“Next, I want you to put your dildo into the box on my desk.”

There’s a look of hesitation in those women’s eyes in following Jamie’s next order.

“I don’t want to,” a familiar woman Jenna knew, Mei Zhang, the Chinese girl in her previous group of four was the first one who spoke her mind to refuse Jamie’s order.

“Good, you shall not put what a sissy said in your mind, only in ordinary time though, but want it or not, you need to follow my command on this, worry not, I only seize your magnificent dildo temporarily. You need this training to be good trophy wives for BLKS executives,” Jamie retorted.

The last part of his sentence was like a switch in these women’s minds. All hesitation vanished from their mind, only obedience and desire to do their best for the company and to be a good trophy wife for the company’s executives remained.

One by one, they put their dildo into the box until everyone finished and back to their seat. Jamie then took out another cardboard box and removed the duct tape sealing the box.

The effeminated man took out smaller and thinner white dildos from the box and then distributed those to the group of wannabe trophy wives.

“Your homework for today is to pleasure yourself with these new dildos. Tomorrow, you need to report on how long it needs to make yourself cum using these things. Any question?”

“What about if we don’t get any release using it?” Another familiar face for Jenna, Candace Tailor, the one who dressed in a gaudy ballroom princess gown, was the one who asked the question.

“I still want you to be honest, you will say you don’t cum from it when you are unable to get any release. Any other question?” Jamie asked. “No? Well, you can go to see your new room, your name is already printed on the door plaque, it will be hard to miss, you just need to go out from this room, walk straight till the end, and turn right.”

“Please wait, Mrs. Fisher, you are the exception,” Jamie stopped Jenna from leaving the classroom.

“What? Why?” Jenna asked the reason why she may not leave the room like others.

“You are in detention, remember?” The sissy man answered.

“Ugh…alright then,” Her programming kicked in and she could only obey Dr. Jamie to wait.

When everyone had left except for these two, Jamie finally told her the content of her detention.

“Follow me,” with some button pressed, a hidden partition in the room moved and revealed a secret door.

Jenna followed Jamie to whatever the secret door brought them.

“You are finally here, Jen.” A woman greeted them when they arrived in the basement dungeon.

“Cheryl?” Jenna looked at the woman from top to bottom; big teased platinum blonde hair, an unbuttoned tied bloused to show her gargantuan back-breaking milkers, a black skirt so short it didn’t fully cover her big butt cheek, long shapely legs clad in nylon stocking, and ridiculously high platform heel. The woman was an **** parody of femininity trying to dress like a secretary but utterly failing.

“Oh, I’m surprised you still remember me, but it’s mistress Cheryl to you now!” the curvy bimbo responded.

Jenna’s guess that she was Cheryl was a random one, well, not totally random as Jordan had said to her that Cheryl was here but she didn’t expect that she got her answer right and the woman was Cheryl.

“Worm, prep this woman to the processing chair!” Cheryl commanded.

Before Jenna could react, Dr, Jamie already covered her nose and mouth with a handkerchief laced with chloroform. It didn’t take long before her consciousness faded to blackness.

“Wakey wakey, Miss holier-than-thou,” Like an alarm for her, Cheryl’s voice brought her back from her ****-induced slumber.

Jenna slowly opened her eyes and realized that she was naked and bound to a yoke.

“Mistress!” Jenna shouted but was shocked at what her mouth said. She intended to call out Cheryl, but the one that came out of her mouth was Mistress instead,

“W-what have you done to me!?” Jenna asked in a frightened tone.

“What have I done to you?“ Cheryl sneered sinisterly, she then walked behind her captive.

Cheryl spanked Jenna's ass so hard to the point it left a palm mark on her buttock. The pain of the blow even seemed to travel through her spinal cord and then climbed to her brain.

Without giving Jenna a chance to rest, Cheryl delivered another smack to her buttock until Jenna panted out of breath.

“I have done a little rewiring to your brain, for example; how your brain recognizes me as Mistress, or how I make your pain nerves gather on your buttock. Too bad, Jordan didn’t let me mess more with you aside from what is necessary to train you,” Cheryl narrated.

“Do you know that you and your coworkers were already deeply under the hypnosis influence of BLKS Initiative?”

Even when she was out of breath and in pain, Jenna still caught a thing or two from what Cheryl said. Am I under hypnosis?

“Well, I actually shall not tell you this, but so what? at the end of the day, you will fall under the hypnotic influence and accept everything that this company does to you, with a smile on your face even, I am talking from experience after all,” Cheryl said.

“Alright, enough talk from me, you seem to have recovered for a bit, let's begin again, now, instead of spanking you with my bare hand, let me use the riding crop, I have waited for so long to whip you, and I finally have the chance.”

“Wait! Mistress! Please don’t whip me! We can talk about what you want,” Jenna begged. Just being spanked with Cheryl’s bare hand was already so painful, she couldn’t imagine if Cheryl used the riding crop on her.

Ignoring Jenna’s plea, Cheryl swung her riding crop to Jenna’s butt ferociously. The pain of the blow wasn’t limited to her backside, but every muscle of her body seemed to scream in pain. Jenna’s wail echoed around the small room.

The wail of the poor woman didn’t stop Cheryl from giving her another whipping, even far more fervorous than before.

SMACK!

“Do you regret kicking me from the cheerleading team?”

SMACK!

“Do you admit that you aren’t any better than me?

SMACK!

“Do you admit that you are a bad girl?”

SMACK!

“Do you admit that you are a hypocrite?”

SMACK!

“Admit it, bitch! Admit that I’m far superior to you!”

Every smack of Cheryl’s whip brought Jenna to a new level of pain. Red welts covered her buttocks.

“Yes…yes…I am a hypocrite bitch! Mistress is a far superior woman than me!” Jenna yelled as loud as her lungs permitted in her condition, tears streaming down her eyes.

“You can stop now Cheryl, she is already on the verge of breaking,” Jordan entered the room and interrupted them.

Cheryl stopped her **** as Jordan commanded.

At this point, Jenna was hyperventilating and lightheaded. Her thoughts became less and less rational as severe pain was all that she could feel at the moment. She looked at Jordan like her messiah that stopped the devil from killing her.

“I can ask Cheryl to no longer discipline you, only if you agree to give your heart and soul over to me, so, do you submit to me, Jen? If not, I will let Cheryl continue to have her fun,” Jordan spoke.

Jenna realized that he was not saving her for free, but the notion of Cheryl whipping her once again frightened her so much that she would accept anything but experience it again.

“Yes…anything, I’ll do anything you ask, just don’t let Mistress beat me again! I submit my heart and soul to you,” Jenna answered frantically.

“Good, now, watch this, once you wake up, everything will just feel like a dream,” the man took out his phone and showed Jenna its screen that was currently playing a subliminal video.

“Baby, do you satisfied now after you beat the bitch?” Jordan embraced her ex-girlfriend.

“Well, I am quite satisfied that I can finally have my **** on Miss Holier-than-thou, I have waited more than 7 years for this, thank you for giving me this chance, darling,” Cheryl replied, then gave Jordan a peck in his lip.

“Now, what you to do with her?” Asked Cheryl to Jordan, looking at the entranced Jenna.

“Well, the standard brainwashing procedure, but I also want to **** Fisher for the last time using her before I give her to the Initiative. I’m a bigger man than him now, of course, I need to boast a bit before moving on,” Jordan answered.

“Damn, darling, you are so petty and evil, I love it,” Cheryl chuckled.

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