Time passed as Melissa and Brett fell into a new routine. In the morning, the busty slave still sucked her Master off with eager enthusiasm. After showering together, Brett got ready for work while, most days, Melissa put on one of her maid uniforms. She now had five uniforms, for each day of the work week, each black with different colors supplementing it. She spent a little extra time maintaining her hair, now permed after the success at Giana’s party, each morning.

After putting on her collar, Melissa went downstairs to begin breakfast. Brett came down a few minutes later, stopping to check his email and Google Reader while she served their meal. Each morning they would converse as she spoke, without even a hint of questioning it, in the third person. Before he left, she would stand at attention and be given her chores and tasks for the days. After her Master left, Melissa immediately got to work.

In the late afternoon, when he returned from work, Melissa would again snap to attention and wait for his instruction. Quickly traveling, hands tightly snug together, up the stairs to their bedroom, they alternated between oral and anal sex depending on the day of the week. After dinner, they would retire to their living room to watch Netflix DVDs or read. Brett began staying late at work, about 30-45 minutes extra, to make sure he didn’t take any work home. He wanted to focus on his property while at home.

Melissa went into work a few days a week, but took some vacation time so she could stay home. On those days, she found ways to work from home as time permitted. As they began to talk in hypotheticals about future children more often, the dark haired slave knew she would be doing a lot more work from home. She still wanted to work, but her focus would always be on being her Master’s slave.

A few weeks into this routine, Melissa was sitting at her laptop, in trance, beginning to recite a new set of subliminals so she could be further reprogrammed. After Chip and Erica’s visit, they returned that weekend so she could be conditioned to be tranced and then, while under, work on the very subliminal messages that would continue to brainwash her. After being triggered, she would open the program and record her own voice reading the subliminals fifty times. The dark haired slave would upload the recording to a private server where it would be sent back later in the day and added to her daily conditioning routine. After hitting send, memories of the activity slipped out of her mind.

The first subliminal had been in regards to Brett’s decision that Melissa didn’t need an old friend she’d been slowly trying to get rid of for awhile. The busty slave had been letting her down easily, but after hearing the subliminals, she unfriended her on Facebook, deleted her phone number and blocked it, and forgot the girl existed.

The second made her more focused than ever on her duties and work. Between domestic, feminine, and career tasks, her days were now quite full. Brett implanted the desire to sharpen her focus even more and to stay on task at all times whether for the health clinic, vacuuming, or while sucking his cock. All of these tasks were one and the same in her mind now.

Finally, the day came for a new subliminal to be added. Brett wanted Melissa to begin wearing a ball gag on days when she was doing maid duties. She had complied, but found them to be very uncomfortable and hard to work in. Her Master decided to ease her burdens and gradually make her mind more comfortable with the idea of wearing it.

In trance, she purposefully swayed over to the laptop, her bubble butt bouncing along in her skirt and tube top. Methodically, busty slave opened the conditioning program buried on her laptop with a special, and very random, set of key combinations. The program opened before her; initially, it offered her an update for one of her previous subliminal suggestions and the text for the new one about ball gags. She read over the new one a few times, mouthing the words as her glazed eyes casually drifted over them.

Hyper focused, the newest subliminal would be the first to be recording today. Melissa, in her idealized slave state, had previously decided new commands were more important than updates to older commands, which just accentuated Master’s control over her. Adjusting her tube top and skirt, she was about to hit record when their cat, Hermione, jumped up on her lap and slapped the slave in the face.

This interruption broke Melissa’s concentration just enough to make her stop and attempt to refocus. Finding that she couldn’t, slowly her mind opened back up and she woke from the triggered trance which she had been in until now. Smiling, she stood up and picked up the cat, petting her and holding the cat close to her body. After she scurried away, Melissa turned back around realizing that she had no memory of coming into this room.

At this point, Melissa noticed the program open on her laptop.

Melissa spent about 45 minutes going through the files and menus presented to her in the program. From what she could gather, Brett was having her brainwashed in order to make her a better slave. Along the way, he had corrected some of her self esteem issues and given her greater focus and determination.

As for who did this, only one name came into her mind: Chip. Of course, she thought as memories of the past few weeks cleared up in her mind, his fiancé Erica made a lot more sense now. That girl was unbelievably beautiful and, let’s face it, girls like that chase football players not scientists. Although Chip is probably worth about the same amount of money. Her devoted attitude towards Chip was obviously, now, the work of a similar program.

Very quickly, Melissa burned through the various stages of denial, anger, and then acceptance of the situation. On one hand, she felt totally fucking violated. What gave Brett the right to brainwash her and change her attitudes and actions? That said, he is her Master and, while a tad extreme, isn’t this what he would have done anyway in some way or form?

Brett wouldn’t be home until about 4pm because he had to drive Gianna, who was having car problems, home today. Gianna! No, wait, she had always been like that.

She got up and walked downstairs to make a cup of coffee. At the bottom of the stairs, the dark haired slave stopped and admired herself in the mirror. For the first time in her life, she felt confident in her appearance. From the curled and teased hairstyle she’d borrowed from Gianna, the beautiful acrylic nails just refilled yesterday, to the form fitting, yet classy, clothes she now wore on a daily basis, Melissa was finally satisfied with how she looked.

It had been a long struggle over the years. Brett had helped a lot, but she supposed the final hurdles were contained in one of those subliminal messages. Again, Melissa considered both sides of this. On one hand, didn’t she have the right to work out her problems at her own pace? It was her body, her goddamn issues! On the other hand, Brett has been extremely patient and caring while she worked out her problems. It’s a bit extreme, but eventually he would want to get moving on so they could go forward with their lives.

She thought briefly about Erica’s throwaway comment that she had failed at life. What did the dark haired girl mean? Melissa became concerned for her friend. Erica seemed happy enough, but she would have to try to find out more. Toggling through a menu of triggers, she found a small list of general triggers which could work on all “subjects” of this project. Writing them down, Melissa looked up thoughtfully for a moment. Never did her mind, even briefly, consider why the two girls had, so suddenly, become such good friends.

Melissa considered herself in his situation. Say it was Brett who had body issues; honestly, she would be as patient as he had been but, eventually, she would have wanted results as well. He had been so good to her while she worked through her emotional, mental, and psychical issues.

Yet, Melissa felt violated. The slave had been gradually improving, especially in the past month or so. She had finally succumbed to anal sex and was more properly submitting to Brett in all things. Had any of that been real? It was quite the sobering thought that such an independent mind like hers could be manipulated and influenced as easy as she perceived it had been taken over and programmed. Imagine every woman, even slightly independent, turned into a mindless lovedoll for some man!

That was the thing though; easily, Brett could have had her brainwashed into some kind of bubble-brained bimbo. She evaluated her mental condition quickly. Would she even be able to have these thoughts if she was on that path? Surely, someone as smart as Chip would have put in some sort of blocker for that.

Another aspect of this she considered was her function as her Master’s slave. Her duty, the goal she proudly embraced in life, was serving and pleasing Brett in all things. She was more obedient, domestic, organized, and in love than ever before. Anal sex had finally stopped being a nagging concern in their relationship. It was, yes, extreme, but doesn’t submitting to this sort of control take slavery to a level where it is really slavery and not just some kind of game which can be turned on or off? Both Brett and Melissa hated games: they wanted the real deal. The idea of fully, and truly, submitting to the Master she loved so much brought tears to her eyes.

So, that settled it: Melissa was content with this process. Nevertheless, she continued to click through the various menus of the program. She found her triggers, texts of some of the conditioning which she had undergone, and other points about the program. The things Brett had conditioned her for weren’t exactly horrible: be more focused, submit completely, accept anal sex. It wasn’t like she didn’t want these things! For the first time in her life, she was content with her self body image. It was almost worth it for that alone, although disgusting that this is how it needs to be done.

Looking up at the clock, Melissa saw that she had a bunch of hours until Brett would be home. In fact, right about now he was probably having lunch. Giggling to herself at her private joke about Gianna’s lack of mental conditioning, she considered calling him before realizing that he might be suspicious. She was supposed to be eating right now and then off to the store for errands in about an hour. It was clear to her that Brett didn’t need to know that she knew. Sitting down on the couch, her mind ran through a number of possibilities. She could trance herself and just forget about the program. While tempting, just forget and submit, a better idea began to grow in her mind.

Here is what she would do: quickly, Melissa’s acrylic nails clicked off of various keys as she wrote up a script that would condition her with some of her own terms. The busty slave would devote herself to Brett, be enamored with him in all things. However, she would also never accept hurt or anything ill. She would also, so long as Brett didn’t take the day off, “wake up” every Tuesday so she could assess the week and be alone. Smiling, she typed a command into the script to clarify that during spring, winter, and summer breaks this rule didn’t apply. During his breaks she did not need to have one. At all other times, she would go about her day like she had never found the program. The only time she would remember it was on those Tuesdays.

Plugging in her mp3 player so they could load the new subliminals into the mix already on it, Melissa waited patently while the progress bar slowly filled. Once complete, she fought the temptation to immediately slide the earbuds into her ears and hit play. No, there was still a few tasks that needed completion before then. There were still the errands which had to be completed before Brett came home.

An idea popped into Melissa’s mind. Walking over to the kitchen island, she picked up her phone and clicked her nails on the down arrow in the address book until she found Erica’s number. Hitting dial, she waited a few moments until Chip’s slave answered her phone. “Hi Erica, it’s Melissa,” she began, pausing at Erica’s excited way of answering the phone. “Listen, I need to run a few errands for Brett this afternoon. He isn’t going to be home until around 4pm, so I thought it would be nice if we could do them together?”

Erica, it turned out, was also out running errands but was almost finished and could drive over very soon. She approximated it would take about 30 minutes to get to their house. Melissa agreed to that and hung up the phone.

Melissa considered her options at this point. She had to get the errands done today. There was this nagging urge in the back of her mind that was beginning to gnaw at her to obey this instruction. Obviously, that had been embedded in her. Sighing, the dark haired slave was content to ride that out and allow herself to heed her subliminal calling. After all, she was just waiting for her best friend Erica to arrive so they could go complete her assigned errands. What happened once they were done was a totally different story.

The next twenty minutes or so, before a text message arrived from Erica saying she was entering their development, Melissa spent cleaning up a bit, putting lunch away, touching up her makeup, and making sure her clothes looked the best. The black skirt and platform sandals of the same color she wore hugged her hips and made her bubble butt look quite shapely. A purple tube top snuggly held her breasts and showed off a decent bit of cleavage. She touched up her light, as usual, makeup and made sure her hair looked its best. As the door bell rang, she bit down on her lip at how beautiful she looked in the mirror.

Heading towards the front door, Melissa opened it and could barely step back as Erica pulled her into a hug. “Hey! How are you?” The enslaved girl excitedly exclaimed.

Melissa, taken back, as usual, by the girl’s enthusiasm, smiled. “I am good. I just thought, since I had to go out today, it would be nice to have my best friend with me.” She stared into Erica’s beautiful blue eyes. The busty slave wasn’t sure if it was real or had been programmed into her, but she was deeply in love with her best friend. The thought quickly flew out of her mind as Erica snuggly wrapped her own manicured hand in the girl’s own. After a long moment, the girls gently kissed each other and hugged tightly.

They went off to do Melissa’s errands together. After stopping for coffee at Wawa, they went to the bank to deposit something for Brett. At the local farmer’s market, Melissa picked up some corn and mushrooms for something she was going to make later in the week before their food co-op haul arrived. While there, the beautiful young ladies drew plenty of attention from other customers. Melissa was impressed by how unassuming and confident her friend was with male, and female, attention. The vendor who addressed Melissa’s chest while discussing the price for his corn just weirded her out. Erica acted like it wasn’t happening and moved on. The dark haired slave wasn’t sure how she felt about that at all.

Back home, after pulling into the driveway, Erica followed Melissa to the back of the car and helped her bring in what they had purchased at the store. At the door, standing watch to make sure Hermione didn’t get out, again, Melissa held it open and let Erica pass by with the two bags and then entered the house behind the dark haired girl. They walked over to the island and placed the bags there.

Before she lost her nerve, Melissa blurted out the trigger she had found for Erica. She observed her friend drop to her knees and stare blankly ahead. The life had fallen out of her eyes; briefly, Melissa shivered at how beautiful that made her.

Melissa stood in front of the kneeling girl considered what to do next. She wasn’t exactly accustomed to be the one in control, particularly with a girl, and this gave her great pause. Finally the big, beautiful slave put a finger underneath Erica’s chin and almost came at how utterly submissive the girl looked as her eyes drifted up to make eye contact. “Stand,” she instructed the girl, without a lot of authority. Erica hopped up and stood, smiling vacantly, at her controller. Pointing at the couch, she took Erica’s hand and led her over to it and they sat down together.

Fighting the urge to have Erica teach her how to be as utterly vacant and bubble brained as she was, Melissa considered what to ask the girl. Laughing, she figured it would be good to begin with little stuff. “Erica, who am I?”

Erica adjusted herself on the couch a bit and turned, smiling, blue eyes erotically dim, “you are Melissa, Erica’s best friend, Ma’am.”

Hearing herself called Ma’am made Melissa cringe. “Erica, no need to refer to me as Ma’am.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Erica will not refer to you as Ma’am while in trance.”

Goddammit. Wait, what did she just say? “So you know that you are in trance?”

Erica nodded. “Erica has been conditioned by her Master to be His ideal girl. She is trained and programmed to exist for His needs only.” She gave her friend a strange look, as if this was common knowledge.

An obvious question came to mind. “What do you know about me, Erica?”

Erica smiled again and put a tanned hand on her best friend’s leg. “You are Brett’s slave. You are Erica’s best friend. Master really likes you, which makes Erica like you even more.” She paused for a moment. “Master says that Brett really wants you to be happy. Erica is happy when her Master is happy, but she thinks that you are really happy because he wants you to be happy too.”

Melissa fought back a tear and hugged her best friend. Their faces lingered near each others and they briefly kissed. Melissa began to cry, burying her head in Erica’s augmented chest. The tan slave held onto her as she let it all out. Eventually, Brett’s slave calmed down and was able to compose herself.

Erica held onto her friend, who she’d never see be quite this emotional before. They kissed again and sat, holding hands, for a long moment before Melissa had composed herself enough to continue speaking to the hypnotized girl. “How...how did you end up here?”

Erica smiled. “Erica took the parkway and then...”

Melissa let out a laugh. “That is cute. But not what I meant. I mean,” she squeezed the girl’s hand, “how did you end up with Chip?”

Erica frowned a little and sighed. “Erica failed at life. She did bad things and ended up in a jail. Her cell-mate vanished one day without an explanation. Then a few weeks later, Erica was brought to see her. Katie was so happy! So pretty!” Erica paused, clearly lost in the memory. “Erica was surprised, because Katie had been an even...badder...” she paused, continuing at Melissa’s shrug at her word choice “...girl than Erica.”

“But then Katie’s boyfriend,” she leaned in to whisper, “now he is her Master.” The dark haired slave giggled. “Mr. Harker came in and Erica was taken to another room with him to talk. He said that Katie had gone through some tests and was now a good girl. No drugs, no violence, no need to be bad. He asked Erica if she wanted to be a good girl. Then, Chip walked in. Master said he could give Erica some treatments. She’d get off the drugs and stop being a bad girl.”

Erica sighed again, remembering the details for the first time in a long time. “Katie really pushed Erica to take Master up on it. She was such a good girl now! Master told Erica that she would be allowed to leave the prison and come with him to the government facility where he worked. A few weeks later, Erica was a good girl.” She paused, cringing at the memory of her previous, drug addicted, self. “One morning, Erica woke up and didn’t want to do drugs anymore. She didn’t want to steal or hurt people. Master came to see her that morning. We made love for the first time. Erica fell in love instantly; all she wants to do is please him. He made her a good girl.”

“Holy shit.” That was all Melissa could say after a long pause.

They kissed again. Melissa glanced over the girl’s shoulder. It was time for her to go; Brett would be done taking Gianna home sooner than later. She put her right hand on Erica’s arm. “Erica, listen carefully.” The slave nodded enthusiastically. “I am going to wake you up in a minute. You are only going to remember doing your errands and then coming here to spend time with me.”

Erica quickly nodded again. “OK.”

Melissa paused and bit her lip. This was almost too easy. A moment passed where she considered if this was a trick or set up. To test that hypothesis, she decided to add some supplemental programming to Erica. “Erica, I really enjoyed doing this with you today.” The tan slave smiled and squeezed her hand.

“Next week,” Melissa began slowly, considering her words carefully, “I want you to come back here on Tuesday. Tell Chip,” again she paused to ponder what to say, “that we have decided to make Tuesdays our get-together day! Just the girls!” Erica giggled.

“However, and this is very important,” she emphasized this point with a hand squeeze, “Chip can’t know that I was talking to you like this, OK? Do you understand what I mean?”

“Erica can’t tell Master that Melissa tranced her.”

Melissa kissed her again. “Good girl.” The feelings and sensations involved with loving a woman were beginning to come back to her. “Now, I am going to wake you up. You need to go home to your Master because I have to get ready for mine to come home.” She snapped her fingers and then paused, not really having thought through how to wake Erica up.

Strangely enough, it worked fine. Erica blinked a few times, kissed Melissa again, and announced that she needed to get home. They decided to get together next Tuesday and make it a weekly thing. Chip’s slave touched herself up in the car and then drove away.

Melissa cleaned up the house and put away everything they had purchased while out doing errands. Afterwards, the busty slave washed her hands, touched up her makeup, and waited at attention for Brett, who’d texted her that he was on his away, to arrive at home. However, after a few minutes, Melissa began to feel woozy. Sitting down on the couch, she took a deep breath. It had been a long day filled with mental and emotional trials. She had barely touched lunch and was probably low on fluids. Honestly, Brett’s slave was exhausted both psychically and mentally.

Just when she felt like standing up, suddenly she wanted to vomit. Quickly, as quickly as platform sandals allow, she crossed the living room to the bathroom and vomited in the toilet. After a minute or so, she felt a lot better. Why did puking make you feel better? She had wondered that since adolescence.

Thinking the event an anomaly, Melissa again touched herself up and waited at attention for her Master to come home. When he came in the door, her thoughts drifted to her real, and only, purpose: pleasing her Master.