Chapter 88
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Go into Laura’s office
Mrs. Smith's office is capacious and minimalist - a long, sweeping expanse of windows overlooks the East River, and the only pieces of furniture are a black slab of a desk and an antique Aeron office chair.
Mrs. Smith is here. She is tall and coldly beautiful. The only hint of softness is a certain lushness to her lips, but the severity of her gaze is more than enough to compensate. She's wearing a conservative business suit, cut to fit her trim figure.
“Hello there Sophie. I see you’re walking around on two feet again. I think I prefer you on your knees... with a cock stuffed in your pretty mouth” Miss Smith observes. “You prefer that too, don’t you slut?”
You swallow nervously. Consciously you know that you’ve been genetically modified and mentally encoded to be subservient to this woman. But the sudden rush of uncertainty and fear that fills you is not rational. It’s instinctive. You want to obey her. “Yes...” you whisper dry mouthed and wet lipped. God her cruel sneer makes you wet.
“Yes what Sophie?”
“Yes, um, mistress...” you respond meekly.