Obedience is the only option.

I hesitated just a moment, but ultimately I knew that Mr. Jacobs was going to get what he wanted from me. I was already a broken little ****, eager to do anything I could to earn my master's praise.

With a slight look of despair, I lowered my face to the floor and pulled the pill into my mouth with my lips, then drew it into the back of my throat and swallowed it. I looked up to Mr. Jacobs and he did indeed seem pleased, which filled me with a joy I hadn't felt since I was a child: It was certainty that I'd done good. Simple but powerful.

He patted my cheek. "Very good, Danielle. You didn't resist in the slightest. You really mean it, don't you? About being a ****."

I nodded. "Yes, master. Being a good girl is all I've ever wanted. The path is so clear before me now. I will be a good ****." The word felt more and more normal on my tongue, the whole concept grew increasingly enticing.

"Turn around."

I shuffled awkwardly on hands and aching knees until I was presenting my dripping pussy and tight puckered asshole to my master. I started to feel a little funny, lightheaded. I feared the pain would begin any moment but I just felt light. The aching in my knees gradually lessened, as well.

It took me a moment to realize that I was being turned around not to present myself to Mr. Jacobs, but to face someone behind me. All my thoughts felt wrapped in something thick and puffy. It was someone new; I didn't know him. He seemed important, though. Ruby was actually kneeling off to one side, looking respectful for once.

I looked up at him, puzzled and groggy. Before my eyes fully focused on his face, though, he slapped me and I lowered my gaze. I guessed I wasn't meant to know his face. That was fine. He had very nice shoes I could look at.

My whole head felt fuzzy. I felt good, actually. Really good. Like I was floating on soft tufts of cotton. I recognized the sensation as feeling sleepy. It took me a moment to realize the man and Mr. Jacobs were speaking. I only caught tiny glimmers of the conversation, I wasn't sure who was saying what but I didn't care. They'd let me know when to be a good girl again.

"...shows great promise..."

"...natural submissive..."

"...trial basis..."

"...not giving you any more chances..."

"She's a good one."

I blacked out, then. I vaguely remember hearing the clank of my hip ring striking the floor, but I felt nothing beyond the blanket of sweet darkness overtaking me.

I didn't dream. I only remember my world going dark and then awaking suddenly, my eyes snapping open to unfamiliar surroundings. And then I felt woozy, like I had slept for days. Like I was waking from the dead. I could only remember such a feeling twice before in my life, and both times involved heavy sedation for routine surgery, such as when I had my tonsils removed as a teenager.

I blinked slowly as I tried to get my bearings; even focusing my eyes felt like a chore. I suddenly realized I couldn't move any part of my body and my hart raced, clearing some of the fog. I was paralyzed! No, wait. I was just bound.

Clarity gradually returned. I was lying comfortably on some kind of narrow bed, my wrists and ankles secured tightly. I was naked, but someone had covered me with a surprisingly soft blanket. That was thoughtful of them.

A woman suddenly appeared beside me and I realized she must have been in the room the whole time. She wore the same red indicator collar that Ruby wore, but she was much friendlier, I could already tell by her kind smile.

"Welcome back, Danielle." She said cheerfully.

"Huh?" Was all I could manage, it was an effort to lift my head. "What happened?" The words were slurred. I just have been given some powerful ****. But why? And how long was I out?

The woman smiled again and stoked my hair, causing me to relax. My fears ebbed. "I know it's confusing. But don't worry, everything is fine."

I sighed and closed my eyes. Well, that's good. It would be very upsetting if there was a problem.

She patted my cheek softly to keep me alert. "Don't sleep yet, Danielle. I need to ask you some questions."

She asked me several things: if I knew my name, what day it was, what the last thing I remembered was... She was pleased with all of my responses, and then said we were moving on to the "fun part." I didn't know what she meant, but she had a kind and comforting energy so I trusted that she didn't mean it sarcastically.

She picked up a little remote and hovered her thumb over a button. "Tell me what you feel when I press this." She clicked the button.

Sparks flew through my nervous system and I gasped, pulling on my restraints. Blinding pleasure became my entire world for a few seconds and then it was over. Everything was normal, as if I'd imagined it. I panted, confused. "Wha- what was that?"

She smiled. "Tell me what you felt, sweetie."

She was so nice, and seemed to have a job to do. I couldn't help but give her what she wanted. "I felt... pleasure. It was incredible. Every part of me felt really good. Not, like, orgasm good. It was different. Less explosive, more balanced. I can't quite..." further elocution failed me.

She smiled and took notes. "Excellent. I'm going to do it again. You tell me if it's any different."

I nodded, hell yeah, she could do that again. Any time she wanted. She did, and I felt the surge of good feelings through my entire being again. It was less intense now that I knew what it was and was expecting it. I moaned softly as the nice nurse lady let it continue for several seconds and then it ended abruptly, once again leaving me feeling very mildly disoriented. I'd never felt a touch that didn't linger, or a sensation that could just end without leaving even the memory of it on my skin.

"Tell me, sweetie." She was taking notes, waiting for my response.

"It was the same, but not as intense. It feels so good but I can't describe it; what is that?"

She ignored my question. "I'm going to do it one more time and then I want you to answer a few more questions, okay?"

I nodded. "Yes, of course!" I felt like I might be willing to do anything if the reward was that incredible good feeling.

She clicked the button and it was just like the second time. Pure bliss. It was emotional as well as physical. Indescribable. As long as she held down that button, it continued. I wasn't sure but I thought I might actually be able to achieve orgasm from it if it went on much longer, but in my euphoric state I would be happy either way. "Mmmmm."

It ended. I felt its absence like a hollow cavity in my soul. I whimpered softly.

"Was that the same or weaker?"

"The same as the second one." I sniffled slightly, shocked at my own silly feelings. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted that good feeling again.

"Tell me what you're feeling."

I told her everything. How the pleasure made me feel happy and light, free of all cares. Like all of the world's problems had been solved and there was nothing left but joy and pleasure. How it felt like the early blossoming of an orgasm but it didn't grow stronger, it just persisted. How it left me feeling empty and sad after the third one.

She scribbled notes, nodding. "Thank you, you've been very helpful."

She pursed her lips a moment and then stroked my hair softly. Her expression was unpleasant, like someone who had to tell a child some bad news. "Now, unfortunately, it's time for the not-so-fun part. There will be other fun parts, though. I promise."