I comply

Jess couldn't focus on anything else. She could only think about complying, to be rewarded.

"I comply!" She said the voice of a drone echoing out into the white room.

That was odd Jess shouted out once more.

“I Comply!” Once again she heard her voice close and compressed by the mask strapped tightly to her face. As well as the a Drone’s labour breathy filter rasp inside the room.

That was her voice now.

“Compliance will be rewarded, obey and find pleasure!”

Jess began to feel lightheaded again. Her eyes focus on the spirals in the masks lenses.

The mistress’ voice cooed softly in her ears.

“Obey my voice become my drone and you will feel pleasure. Obey and all your troubles will be gone. Obey and be mine.”

Jess didn’t notice but the collar she had put on at the start of the course began to hum and vibrate sending a tingling sensation around her whole body.

“You are a drone, you will obey the mistress. Repeat after me.

I am a drone, I obey the mistress.”

Jess couldn’t think the only thing in her head were the words the mistress had just said.

She wasn’t a drone, this was all part of the show her name was Jess she was a fan of the show it was all part of the gameshow. Any moment now Mistress...what was her name again. She didn’t need to know her name, all she needed to know was she was the mistress and the mistress needed to be obeyed.

The only name she needed to know was her own... that was J... what was it again...James... know ah that was what it was Drone!

Drone obeyed the Mistress and Drone would be rewarded.

Drone had always been Drone any other memories of another life were slowly washing away.

“I am Drone ,I obey the Mistress.”

The newest Drone rasped out through its gas mask.

“Well done Drone you will obey and be rewarded. Obedience is pleasure and you want to obey.”

She did want to obey.

“I obey the Mistress.”

She felt a tingle shoot across her naked body down to her expose cunt.

“Pleasure yourself My Drone you will be rewarded with the best orgasm you will ever have.”

“I obey the Mistress!”

The naked drone plunged its fingers deep into her sopping wet vagina. Furiously thrusting them in and out.

**** to get to this best orgasm she was promised as a reward.

She began to grunt and moan the white room filling with the sounds of the Drone’s filtered language.

She arched her back and let out one final moan before exploding in a scream of orgasmic pleasure. She had been untied from the chair for some time now. Unaware of this fact so hypnotized by the voice and swirls in the mask to take in her surroundings.

Far too late now the Drone didn’t care she would only get off the chair if she was commanded to.

The Drone didn’t care about much of anything now. Only serving and obeying the mistress.

Another Gas Mask Drone.