Surrender
Surrender, Part 19
by All These Roadworks
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#dom:male
#f/m
#humiliation
#hypno
#office
#sub:female
#degradation
#demotion_fetish
#exec2sec
Surrender, Part 19
Story by All These Roadworks (2024).
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Lachlan had barely reached his office the next morning when the phone rang - and when he picked it up, he was surprised and alarmed to find the Minister on the other end. Not the Minister’s advisor, or secretary - but the Minister himself.
“Good morning, Mr Garvey,” he said. “I think you’d better come over to my office immediately. There’s something you should be aware of.”
Lachlan practically flew out of the building, in a panic, and when he arrived at the Minister’s office, he was shown in immediately. The Minister himself opened the doors to his spacious office, and closed them again once Lachlan was inside.
The reason for the summons was obvious. Sarah Rose was there - and she was naked, but for a pair of high heels, her hair done in childish pigtails.
Lachlan went pale. Something had gone wrong. He hadn’t told Sarah to do this. Had he broken her? Was he going to get into trouble?
“Sarah!” he exclaimed - only just managing to stop himself from calling her “kitten”. “What are you doing? What’s happened?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” said Sarah - and Lachlan winced at that “sir”. “But I saw that I was going to need the Minister’s understanding and cooperation to achieve my career goals - his *full* understanding and cooperation.”
“Take a look at this, Mr Garvey,” said the Minister, and passed a sheet of paper over. It was written on in crayon, in a deliberately-childish script that was nevertheless still recognisable as Sarah’s handwriting. It read:
I believe that women are animals, not people.I believe that women deserve to be raped, abused and humiliated.I love it when women get raped. It makes my cunt wet.I believe that women have udders or fuckbags, not breasts.I believe that women with big udders, like mine, deserve to have their fuckbags hurt.I love being patronised and demeaned.My sexuality exists only to serve men. Lesbians exist only for the pleasure of men’s cocks.I don’t believe in abortion. I believe that women are destined to become pregnant and become stay-at-home mothers.I think the bitchiest thing a woman can do is stand up for another woman or defend the rights or dignity or humanity of any woman.I want to see all women enslaved as pleasure-toys for men.
And then she had signed it “Sarah Rose”, and kissed it, leaving a lipstick kiss-mark on the paper.
Lachlan felt temporarily paralysed, unsure of what to do. Theoretically, it spelled the end of Sarah’s career - and the fact that he had been summoned here meant that it could be the end of his, too. Or worse, if it could be proved that he had coerced or taken advantage of Sarah, then he might even go to jail.
But when they had visited the Minister before, he had seemed receptive to Sarah’s new direction as a bimbo. He had hinted that his government was in favour of policies that were far from feminist. And he had made Sarah suck his cock.
Had Sarah gone too far, and forced the Minister to finally call an end to Lachlan’s experiment? Or could it be…
Lachlan laughed nervously, and passed the paper back to the Minister.
“Well,” he said, “I’m delighted to see that Miss Rose has finally learned her place - and that of her gender.”
There was a long silence…
… and then the Minister smiled.
“I’m glad you see it that way, Mr Garvey,” he said. “I couldn’t agree more. I think Miss Rose has become an excellent specimen of her gender - and a fine role model for other women.”
The Minister gestured at a chair beside Sarah. “Why don’t you have a seat?”
Lachlan sat.
“Feel free to fuck Miss Rose’s face cunt while we chat,” said the Minister. “I’ve already used her, before you arrived, and I don’t need to hear her speak any further for the purpose of this discussion.”
Under the circumstances, Lachlan viewed the Minister’s words as more of an instruction than a suggestion, so he reached over and grabbed Sarah’s hair, and pulled her towards his crotch. She crawled over obediently, undid his zip, pulled out his cock, and began to suckle on it submissively, her naked tits pressed against his leg.
“So,” said the Minister, “I think you’d better tell me what’s *really* happening with Sarah Rose. I’m willing to believe that even an ardent feminist may have a secret lust for being dominated by men, but Miss Rose’s transformation really is quite extraordinary. This morning Miss Rose came to my office quite early, undressed, handed me the document you just read, along with a folder full of quite detailed plans for the degradation and abuse of women nation-wide, and then offered to suck my cock while begging me to help her treat her gender as it deserves. And I suspect you know something about this.”
Lachlan paused, considering how much he should say. Sarah’s mouth felt extraordinary on his cock, and the feeling of using her right here, in front of another man, while almost ignoring her, felt intoxicating. He couldn’t help but picture a world where this was normal, and long for it with a fierce passion.
But it was clear that the Minister would accept nothing less than the truth at this point. What Lachlan had done to Sarah *was* extraordinary, and clearly the Minister was not going to accept the idea that Sarah had just secretly been a closeted misogynist all her life, waiting to be given permission to become a gender-betraying bimbo.
“Are you familiar with the Securo-System, sir?” said Lachlan.
“The name rings a bell,” said the Minister. “Some kind of privacy technology, wasn’t it? I seem to remember it being tested on some of my office interns.”
“Yes, it’s marketed as a device to protect confidential information,” said Lachlan. “I was given access to it to test it, in helping to secure some sensitive information in your office, and in the department. It’s experimental, and we’re supposed to be giving the creators feedback on its effectiveness.”
He paused, and then went on. “But it’s actually a form of mind control,” he said. “What it’s supposed to do is activate the portions of the subject’s brain that are connected to obedience, conscience, guilt, and rule-following, to make it literally unthinkable for them to break their obligations around keeping confidential information secret. You could use it on someone who has access to secret material, and they’d regard it as so essential to keep that material secret, and so unthinkable to reveal it, that you could be sure that no amount of coercion or blackmail would ever get them to compromise the information.”
“Seems useful,” said the Minister. “But it’s mind control, you say?”
Lachlan nodded. He was actually a bit nervous about revealing so much of how the Securo-System worked - particularly in front of Sarah Rose, who up until now had understood very little about the device that was controlling her - but if he was to navigate this meeting with the Minister, he needed to hold nothing back.
He idly stroked Sarah’s hair as she sucked his dick.
“Because of the way the machine interfaces with guilt, and obedience, and rules, you can actually do far more to people you use it on,” he said. “You can give them new rules that they have to follow. You can punish them - or make them punish themselves. You can even rewrite their ethics and morality. The key is they have to believe they *deserve* it, at some level. As long as they feel guilty about something, you can program new ideas into them - and if you keep making them feel like a criminal - or a slut, or a whore, or an idiot, or a traitor to their gender - then you can keep controlling them.”
Lachlan chanced a look down at Sarah, to see if she responded to this information, but she was still just passively sucking his cock like a good little fuckdoll.
“So what’s going on with Miss Rose, exactly?” asked the Minister.
“Well, I caught her in a minor accounting indiscretion,” said Lachlan, “and convinced her to submit herself to the Securo-System as ‘punishment’. And her guilt over that let me give her a new set of rules. It’s focused on the public service code of conduct - which she would have felt obliged to follow, whether I had messed with her or not. But now each time she *breaks* the code of conduct, she surrenders an aspect of her life to me. So far she’s given me her style, her ethics, her transport, her career, her vocabulary and more.”
“Is she aware of what’s happening to her?” asked the Minister.
“Oh, absolutely,” said Lachlan. “The feminist bitch version of her is still in there, screaming how much she hates me, weeping over each fresh new degradation. But with each new thing she surrenders, another lock goes on Sarah’s cage, and more of her life becomes about being a good little submissive fuckdoll. She truly believes all the things on that note she wrote you. She knows that she only believes them because I forced her to believe them - but she believes them nonetheless.”
“This… Securo-System,” said the Minister. “Can it be used on other women in this way?”
“Potentially,” said Lachlan. “But they do have to have that underlying core of strong guilt, and they have to believe that being put in the Securo-System is a punishment they genuinely deserve. And then whatever you do with them after that needs to be closely connected to notions of guilt, misbehaviour and punishment.”
The Minister nodded. “I’d like to try it on a couple of my office staff,” he said. “I have a very attractive personal assistant who could benefit from some… new notions regarding her role in my office. And if it turns out to be reliable… well, the biggest obstacle to my government implementing some of its more radical policies regarding women has always been the irritating feminist opinions of some of the female members of our parliament, both in my party and in opposition. If some of those annoying cunts could be convinced to… rethink their world view, let’s say, it could open all kinds of doors.”
Lachlan shivered. His play with Sarah had only ever been originally intended to be a private thing - the domination and humiliation of a pretty woman in a position of power. What the Minister was talking about now was vastly larger in scope - something affecting the future of the nation.
And yet, Lachlan had only two options - to support the Minister, or to face the consequences of abusing Sarah.
“Of course, sir,” he said. “I’ll assist you to use the technology in any way you wish.”
The Minister picked up a folder from the table. “Have you seen Miss Rose’s ideas?” he asked.
“Not extensively, sir,” said Lachlan. “My understanding is that she’s done much of that work in the last 48 hours, and I haven’t yet had the opportunity to see its final draft.”
“What she proposes is… impressive,” said the Minister. “Normalising the sexualisation and harassment of women. Reducing the investigation and prosecution of rape. Public programs designed to teach women to see themselves as sex objects. At the very end she even lays out the groundwork for a bill which would reclassify women as a kind of animal, completely stripping them of their human rights, and allowing them to be owned and farmed like cattle.”
Lachlan couldn’t help himself. He grabbed Sarah’s hair, and pulled her close, feeling her start to struggle as her nose mashed against his groin and she realised she couldn’t breathe, and then ejaculated down her throat, sighing happily as he felt her desperately swallowing his cum. He held her there until she relaxed, accepting that Lachlan would have full control over whether she was allowed to breathe, and only then did he let her pull back and suck in a desperate mouthful of air through her nose. He kept her mouth on his cock, though.
“She is a fun little cocksleeve, isn’t she?” laughed the Minister. “Look, Lachlan, obviously if the government was caught in possession of any of these documents - or shown to have discussed any of these ideas - it would be the end for us. So our little discussion today never happened, do you understand?”
“Of course,” said Lachlan.
“But as far as I’m concerned, Miss Rose has full licence to pursue her policies,” said the Minister, “and I’ll do everything I can on my end to support her. If there’s a backlash, though, it will be all on her. The story will be that a secret misogynist cuckoo made her way up to the position of Secretary, without the government’s knowledge. We’ll make this little note of hers public, and she’ll go to jail for fraud and whatever other offences we can pin on her.”
“What about me, sir?” asked Lachlan.
“Your job is to make sure that Sarah, and Sarah alone, is responsible for her sluttish behaviour,” said the Minister. “If there’s any blowback, you keep it from splashing on the government - and, in return, the press will never hear about the Securo-System or your involvement with this matter. But of course, if my name ever *does* get mentioned in connection with Sarah, then you can be certain that your role in this will also be fully scrutinised.”
“I understand, sir,” said Lachlan, swallowing nervously.
“Very good,” said the Minister. “In that case, I believe you should take the slut back to her office, and let her get to work, don’t you?”
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Lachlan escorted Sarah as far as the underground car park, before looking around to ensure there was no one watching, and then forcing Sarah into a corner of the area, and slapping her hard across the face, twice.
“You bitch,” he snarled “What the fuck was that? Going to the Minister without telling me?”
She had put her clothes back on before leaving the Minister’s office, but now Lachlan ripped the front of her blouse, not caring what she would do to conceal it later, to re-expose her tits.
“This is your fault, sir,” said Sarah, quietly. “You changed my career goals. When my career goals were at odds with what you were doing to me, I was stuck, not really able to do anything positive. But I think you’ve underestimated just how eager I am to be good at my job. Most women in my position are in their late 40s or 50s. I got here in my 20s. Because I’m ambitious, and I’m clever, and I work hard. Once you told me that my career goals were to oppress women, everything clicked into gear, and I could finally *work* again.”
He slapped her again. “Don’t you dare talk back to me, bitch,” he said. “You went to the Minister about our secrets, without telling me. Don’t you think that deserves punishment?”
Her eyes flashed.
“No, sir,” she said. “It doesn’t. No rule you’ve given me prevents me from doing that. I don’t have any beliefs that would stop me. And you specifically made me eager to do my job as quickly and efficiently as I could - and this was the fastest way to get my new agenda started. And as for telling you about it - well, I *am* still the Secretary, and technically I *am* still your superior.”
Lachlan seethed with rage. He slapped her again, just for fun. He didn’t like this new, confident version of Sarah. It didn’t matter that the goal of her confidence was to legally redefine her entire gender as animals. She was acting *independently* - and *defying* him. And that wasn’t acceptable.
But she was correct. She had broken no rule - or at least, no rule that she hadn’t already been punished for. She had done nothing that she was prohibited from doing. And thus he had no vehicle to require her to surrender anything further. At least, not yet.
But he had to punish her, somehow. He mentally sorted through the things she had already surrendered to him, seeking some way he could hurt her.
“Interests and hobbies, Kitten,” he told her. “I control your interests and hobbies, remember? And I’m telling you, right now, that you have a passionate interest in fucking dogs.”
Sarah yelped in horror.
“And your diet?” he said. “Well, you just *crave* the taste of dog cum. It’s your favourite thing ever.”
“Please, no,” Sarah whimpered. “I’m sorry. Don’t do this.”
“This is a short term punishment, Kitten,” he told her. “It only lasts until 9 am tomorrow morning, do you understand? After that, this interest and this craving will leave you. In fact, after 9 am tomorrow you’ll regard all of those thoughts with absolute disgust and shame.”
“Please, no,” begged Sarah again.
“Come now, Sarah,” said Lachlan. “It’s not like I’m telling you to fuck a dog. It’s just an *interest*. And a *craving*. You can resist a craving, can’t you? It won’t even last 24 hours. Only a complete *whore* would actually *act* on those thoughts.”
A tear trickled down Sarah’s face.
“Now, you’re a good public servant, and you’re always honest, aren’t you?” he told her.
“Yes, sir,” said Sarah.
“Good Kitten,” said Lachlan. “Then tomorrow you’re going to be honest. I control your style, after all. And if you’ve acted on those disgusting thoughts in your head by the time you get dressed tomorrow, you’re going to wear red, Do you understand?”
She was crying too hard to speak, but she nodded.
“Good Kitten,” he said again. He smiled. “And Sarah? Don’t *ever* go over my head again.”
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The next day Sarah wore a white blouse to work, and a short blue skirt. Lachlan was a little disappointed - until he saw her bend over briefly, and caught a glimpse of the bright red panties she was wearing…
(TO BE CONTINUED)