Her answer is promising but not satisfactory enough

"I am an object, brother. Like all women are. With the only purpose of serving you," She answers without hesitation.

Part of me wants to believe this is an honest answer, but I have conditioned her never to express her opinion on those matters. She always says what I like to hear. Making her lie about her beliefs repeatedly until it eventually becomes true.

"That is what your head noises really tell you? Or are you just telling me what I want to hear?" I inquiry her.

"I am not sure..." She responds, confused. "You tell me only to express an opinion that matches yours, pretending it is mine that I can't...know for sure how to answer. What if my answer disappoints you?"

"Sis," I tell her, caressing her face to calm her doubts. "Don't worry. I won't hate you, even if you answer me with some feminist bullshit..."

"I am not a feminist, I swear!" She interrupts me, offended by my words. "You have already convinced me about that, but... I can't say it."

She stops answering me, unable to form the words.

"It is okay, continue," I command her.

"No, brother. I literally can't say it."

Now I realize. One of my first commands was forbidding her to express any opinion I dislike about women. So, if I want her to be sincere with me, I must revoke that order. Partially, at least.

"I understand, Sis. During this conversation, you can ignore any order that forbids you to express your head noises, even if it could be considered feminism."

"Could you punish me if you don't like it?" She asks me, pleading with her eyes.

"What do your head noises say?"

"Please, punish me if you don't...ahh," I interrupt her, slapping her face. "Thank you, brother."

"I truly don't believe that women are equal to men," she starts expressing her head noises. "You have convinced about that. Women are inferior to men, and it will be best if men like you teach us our place."

"That's great, Sis!" I congratulate her, still caressing her face."Why were you afraid?"

"But...but...," she continues, a little more afraid. " While being objectified... it's so hot...and...reducing women's rights...sounds good...that doesn't mean..."

"Donsn't mean what, Sis?" I ask her. I know what she will say. She is progressing, but I must continue with her conditioning until I remove all those silly ideas from her head.

"Doesn't mean...I am not a...person." I interrupt her, slapping her face again.

"You are a person, Sis? So I shouldn't own you?"

I am not mad at her. Really. So, even if I am disappointed and will punish her, I am not angry. I still made so much progress with her, even if she still doesn't accept everything. But soon, she will do it.

"I didn't say that." She tries to defend herself." Even if I am a person, you still could own me. You should own me!"

"A person can't be owned, sis. As a lawyer, you should know it."

"But it has not always been like that. In the past, during most of history, in fact, there have been people who have been declared property. With fewer rights and owned by other people. And it was legal."

"You are a racist, Sis?" I raise the tone, not liking this answer. "I could be a sexist jerk who likes to **** women. But that doesn't mean I condone racism."

"Sorry, brother, it wasn't my intention," she apologized. "I only said to show that enslavement was legal, and I hope it could be legal again...but one based on gender. I am not saying black people should be chained....well, black women should, but White, Asian, Indian, and any other woman should too."

"What difference would be between being an inferior person like that than just being a mere object?"

She responds with a voice so faint that I cannot understand what she said.

"Loder, Sis. I can't hear you."

"So we could have some...rights?"

"You want rights, too? " I interrupt her, slapping her other cheek. "Are you sure you are not a feminist? You want equality?" I mock her, knowing she doesn't like to be called that.

"Not full equal rights! Never! But maybe some rights. Like animal rights. To prevent excessive cruelty."

"Brother," She continues explaining. "I know you will never harm me. But that doesn't mean other men would do the same with their girls. A little **** sound like fun but without rights, men could give them irreparable damage or even kill the girls. It doesn't sound right."

I must admit I agree with her on that part. I could enjoy the idea of women submitting to men, but that doesn't mean I would enjoy cruelty or even **** of women. A man should know how to keep his property in good shape. No matter whether the thing is a car, a TV, or a woman.

"I understand your fear, Sis, " I respond, agreeing with her. "I don't want that either. Ideally, men should be educated to realize they can treat their girls like they treat their cars. As a valuable property that can be used and abused, but they must not damage it. Killing a girl sounds as pointless as crashing a car against a wall."

"Thank you, brother," She says, relieved.

"So, do you want to help me enslave your female coworkers?" I ask her.

"Yes, brother!" She tells me, smiling cheerfully.

I continue caressing her face, moving my hand first on her cheek and later on her lips. She obediently opens her mouth and lets me put my fingers inside it.

I grab her tongue with my fingers, making her pull it out.

"What should I do now with this dirty tongue?" I said, spitting on her tongue, still holding it.

"Plass..poo...ni...me...A...de..sorv...it"

I caress her tongue with my fingers, spreading my spit all over it. As my sister said, she deserves a punishment.