[Female Obedience: Asians (1A+2B), 'Accidental' Public Humiliation: Ages 18-40 (1A+1C+2C)]

“Okay, let’s start with the easy one,” you say, “I want to be able to be able to command any Asian woman to do what I want.”

“Got a bit of the yellow fever, I see,” Charles teased with a grin. Your cheeks flush red with embarrassment, causing him to chuckle and say, “Not surprised, given how you were reacting during my explanation. Gotta say though, figured you’d go all-out with the Free Use on it.”

“Well, with this and the free public item you mentioned, I think I can achieve that easily enough anyway,” you explain, “But this way, I’m not just limited to sex.”

Charles laughs deviously at this, “Excellent point, mate! For someone who chose to study baboon arses for a living, you’re pretty clever! So, all Asian women are going to be obedient to you, and only you. Looks like you’re a selfish prick after all.” Upon seeing your reaction to that statement, he says, “Relax, it’s fine. Your world, your rules, I get it. Now, I should warn you that Doc doesn’t take too kindly to pedophiles, so this is strictly 18 years and up. Little Asian girls are gonna be as bratty and unruly as every other kid out there, so make sure they’re legal before you order them to suck your dick. And while Doc’s okay with causing a little pain, try to avoid anything that will cause **** injuries as well. I mean, you don’t look like the type to enjoy gore and stuff like that anyway, but figure I should warn you about that just in case.”

“No, that’s all perfectly fine,” you assure him.

He clicks his pen and starts writing on his notepad, “Now, how aware do you want the girls to be about their obedience? I’m guessing you at least want them to obey willingly: that is, they believe that they want to do whatever you command them to do. Long as it’s humanly possible, of course.”

“That’s a good place to default to,” you say, “I would like them to at least be aware that they're doing something because I told them to rather than because they personally decided to do so, but they'll be happy to obey me without question under normal circumstances no matter what. At worst they'll consider something I tell them to do inconvenient, but they won't even consider not doing it to be an option. Well, unless I tell them to feel differently, of course. Or to not realize at all that I'm telling them to do something.”

“Ah, I get it,” Charles says, his eyes gleaming as he adds that in, “Sometimes you want to see a little fight in them, eh? Giving yourself the chance to shake things up a bit. And of course, either way no one else will see anything wrong or out of the ordinary with you ordering them around, to the point where they would even find the whole ordeal boring and uninteresting. I like it! Okay, what’s your second choice?”

You think for a few moments about how you want to word your second request, then say, “Alright, what I also want is for women to occasionally accidentally humiliate themselves.”

Charles stops writing and raises a brow at this, “Okay mate, you’re going to have to go into a bit more detail about that one. I’m guessing that what you’re going for is for ladies to occasionally do things in a public setting that embarrass them. And you don’t want them to do so intentionally.”

You nod and explain, “Well, I guess it depends on what you consider intentional. I want there to be several different ways for it to happen. Like, sometimes a girl might forget to wear panties, and then she trips in a way that exposes it to other people. Or she straight up dresses in something inappropriate, like a shirt that exposes her nipples or shorts that aren’t pulled up over her butt, or even completely naked… and she doesn’t realize it until it’s too late. Other times she might just accidentally blurt something embarrassing out, or introduce herself with a silly name or title. Or she forgets to pull down her pants when she uses the restroom, and walks out with a wet spot on her crotch that she doesn’t realize other people can see.”

“Or she straight up pees herself, or at least gives a loud toot from her arse while talking to someone,” Charles adds excitedly, “Okay, I think I’m getting the point now. You want it so that women will do things that would be considered embarrassing to most people, and you them to be aware of it being unusual once someone points it out or the damage has been done. Wouldn’t be public humiliation otherwise would it? Of course, while the women themselves will be mortified when it’s happening, their embarrassment will only nonplus any onlooker, and they might even unwittingly embarrass the woman further. Hell, the world's reaction at large to all of it would likely just be an 'Oh well, nobody's perfect'; it's often overlooked and there's no sneering disapproval. In the height of their embarrassment, perhaps a pair of women in the same condition might sympathize with one another, but the next day even they won't understand the plight of a girl who found themselves wearing no more than a thong on the bus. That sound about right?”

You nod, and Charles asks, “Alright, how often do you want this to happen? I’m assuming not constantly or even consistently to keep things from getting predictable, but what’s a good rough estimate?”

“I’m thinking about something significantly embarrassing once every couple of days on average,” you reply, “Though staggered out a bit so that not everyone is embarrassing themselves at the same time or on the same days. And just to balance things out for girls on an unusual lucky or unlucky streak, make the severity of these incidents increase the longer it’s been since the last one. Tiny momentary incidents that are easily brushed off can happen more often than that if a woman isn't careful, but they don't reset the timer or decrease the severity of the bigger ones. Oh, and just to be nice, if I tell an Asian woman to do something embarrassing enough that it would qualify as significantly embarrassing, their personal timer would reset as if they did it themselves.”

“Aww, such a sweetheart,” Charles teases, “I mean, that wouldn't stop you from making it more common for Asian women to embarrass themselves if you wanted, but I guess it's the thought that counts. The dirty, sick, twisted thought."

He laughs as you go red with shame again, then says, "Anyways, seems like you thought way too much about this one, but it shouldn’t be a problem to set up. Fair warning though, since you didn't apply the 1A modifier to the public humiliation, there's a good chance that people will not turn a blind eye to an Asian woman humiliating themselves intentionally because you told them to. Could even get you in a spot of trouble with someone if you aren't careful about it."

You frown upon hearing this, "Crap, I hadn't thought about that. Is there a way to fix that?"

Charles looks at you like he can't believe what he's hearing, "Lad, I literally just told you that the issue is your lack of a 1A modifier. Are you really that dense? What am I saying, of course you are. Tell you what, I'm just going to add the '1A' modifier to your public humiliation request and call it good. That will keep at least you out of the spotlight during those times where you set up a humiliating scenario. As an added bonus, that'll also make it so that you can set up non-Asian women to be humiliated as well. But remember that even though you can't get into trouble, they can still be aware of what you're trying to do thanks to the '2C' modifier. And since you can't order them around, you'll need to be a bit more clever about how you go about it if you want to succeed. In short, Asian girls will be 'easy mode', and the other girls will be for if you actually want to challenge yourself. Not sure how much someone like you would actually prefer a challenge, but now the option's there for you to take if you want."

You smile, "Hey, I'm always happy to have more options. Thanks for that."

"No problem," Charles replied, adding the change to his notes, "Only thing is, with something this broad Doc’s probably gonna want you to give me a specific category. I mean, I could try to talk him into letting it apply to everyone, but it would make my job easier if you gave me some kind of limit to who this applies to.”

You thought about it a moment, then said, “Yeah, didn’t think about that. Just to play it safe, let’s have it stop once they hit middle-age. At that point, women probably have enough things to worry about anyway.”

“Yeah, embarrassing young people is funny, but embarrassing old people is just sad,” Charles agrees, writing it down, “Well, to me anyway. I’m sure that’s some other you’s sick kink, though.”

You raise a brow at his last comment, “Wait, what?”

“Oh, nothing you need to worry about,” Charles says dismissively, “Let’s just go over your sick kinks one last time and make sure I got everything. You want Asian women to willingly obey you and only you, and you want all women between the ages of 18 and… oh, let’s say 40, to occasionally accidentally embarrass themselves in a public setting, with only you and them fully realizing it and everyone else treating it as just something that happens sometimes. And you also want to be able to have a hand in said humiliation if you desire without anyone blaming you or holding you responsible for what happens. Does that sound about right?”

You nod one last time, and Charles reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small flip phone that looks about a decade old. "Right then, lad. I'll give the doctor a call and you'll be on your way."

Punching numbers in, he puts the phone to his ear as the dial tone starts playing. Not long after, it stops and a muffled voice you can't hear very well from your end speaks up. "Yeah, doc, he's got it all planned out," Charles said with a small laugh and a smile. "It's almost diabolical, really. I actually think it's pretty solid, yeah. Here's what he came up with..."

You can't help but feel pretty good about the fact that you managed to impress this man.

Charles relays the information to the point, and after some silence, the muffled voice says something very briefly before hanging up on their end, causing the call to drop. Charles turns his eyes to you as he closes his phone and stands up from his seat. "That's that. Now, if you'll follow me."

Getting up from your own chair, you follow the foreign gentleman through the maze of crates, occasionally passing an emotionless guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart racing, you're still not sure what exactly to expect. How is this going to end...?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a very long white hallway, walls painted with streaks of black. In front of you stands a large black door with curved handles of silver, standing impressively tall.

How... and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago... right?

"Don't think too hard, lad," Charles says with a dismissive chuckle. "All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown...just think of where you want to be as you start to explore and exploit the world you've created."

Well... you've already come this far. You've listened to this insane gentleman prattle on about your casual fetishism and you've ended up in a white hallway beyond all logic... so there's no point in trying to figure this out now. You decide to throw caution to the wind and go all the way, seeing this ride through to the end.

In a world where Asian women will gladly obey your every command… where women between the ages of 18 and 40 embarrass themselves in public at least once every couple of days, maybe more, with only you and them really caring… where do you want to be?