Much to learn, much to unlearn.

The tears flowed freely down my cheeks as Scott, my master, continued as though a woman weren't having an existential breakdown right in front of him. It trivialised me. Made me feel unimportant. Of course, this was just another part of orientation for him. He'd probably seen this a hundred times from a hundred women. Why should I be any different?

Scott explained that red indicators were also reserved for those women who had embraced the change when it happened. Naturally subservient women who sought out male masters and protectors. He spoke well of such women, which made me feel ashamed that my first instinct had been to run and hide.

He said some other things but I stopped listening, focusing instead on the conflict of emotions within myself. There was a part of me that stirred, demanding my attention. Something deep inside, repressed.

I didn't have long to reflect, however. A sharp pain in my nipples brought my focus back to the man pulling hard on my chain. "Nnnnnffff!" I cried into the gag between my teeth. I did my best to communicate contrition with my eyes.

He released me, but the throbbing in my nipples was slow to fade. He frowned at me as I whimpered helplessly. "For you, I think, Danielle, we'll try the box. It's the latest thing from R&D."

He gestured to Ruby and she wheeled a cart to his location. Resting on it was a vaguely cube-shaped helmet of some kind. No wires or anything, just a large boxy helmet.

They lifted it over my head and I could do nothing but wait as they put me into it. The thing completely covered my face and ears, blocking out all outside light and sound. It was heavy. I found it easier to relax my neck, leaning my head forward slightly to rest the weight of the box on... well I wasn't sure what, but it rested on something. I was aware of hands around my head and neck as things were adjusted and secured. The clamps were removed from my nipples, which proved almost more painful than wearing them. I screamed as the blood rushed back into my tender flesh and then sniffled softly, desperately wishing I could rub the pain away. Then I felt a soft touch on my shoulder, reassuring? The hand left my skin and I was alone.

My entire world became darkness, accompanied by the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears and the sound of my slightly panicked breathing. My mind raced and time stretched out. It was only a few seconds but it felt like minutes before the familiar jolt of the vibrators coming to life made me jump.

They had been turned down to a low setting, but instantly my entire body felt aflame. _Yes, more. It feels so good._ I squirmed pathetically in my bonds, but I could do nothing to speed myself towards the release I craved.

After a few minutes of struggling pitifully to no avail, I relaxed, surrendering to my helplessness. They didn't want me to come. They just wanted to torment me. I felt tears beginning to form again. But why? I've been good. I've done everything they've asked. It wasn't fair.

After an indeterminate amount of time, I became aware of something besides myself and my vibrators. A rustling of fabric? A whispering voice? I strained to hear. It was a voice! A word.

The voice repeated itself, gradually growing powder until it felt as though someone were whispering it directly into my ear. I even felt the warmth of their breath on my skin. The word was perfectly clear. And then the voice was gone.

SUBMIT

I shivered. Was this really happening or was I imagining it? The rustling began again and I tried to ignore it. Another word, different. Again, it took what felt like minutes to resolve itself into anything intelligible.

OBEY

The words touched me on a primal level, stirring that thing within me once again. I moaned inside my box, so **** for release. So hungry, tired, horny. I was a good girl. I would obey. Why were they being so mean to me?

SERVE

Yes, yes, I wanted to serve. I would be good at it. Please let me serve.

It occurred to me that I had found ways to serve others all my life. Ever since I was a girl, I would make sure those around me were looked after before I'd tend to myself. In college, I always took the back seat in group work. Always accepted the menial work. I sought it out. It was safe, familiar, and avoided too much scrutiny.

****

The word burned into my mind like a brand. It should have felt distasteful but it didn't. I never enjoyed making decisions. I hated responsibility. As I trembled in the darkness, my orgasm taunting me, just outside of my reach, some things started making sense. I want meant to decide things. That was never my place. My purpose. I was meant to follow, to serve.

SUBMIT

The words began to repeat in sequence, each cycle resolving slightly faster than the one before it. I floated in the darkness, caressed by the beautiful words over and over again.

I lost track of time. Minutes? Hours? The words became a soft chant, repeating over and over in my head. I had never been so helplessly aroused in my life. If I could just...

The words stopped. Their absence plunged me into the void again and I felt so terribly alone. I felt the urge to cry. I just wanted to come, so badly. I would do anything if they would just let me come. My knees ached. But nothing happened. I was left alone with nothing but the infuriatingly gentle buzzing within me to remind me of the world outside the box.