Brianna thought and thought. She didn’t like depending on others, but her situation was serious. She needed help.

She scanned her contacts list again. No, no, no, … hmm. She was looking at Larry’s contact information. Larry was slightly geeky. She would never have previously considered having sex with him. He was a nice guy, and not forceful. She knew Larry had a crush on her.

She hesitated. She had worked hard to be independent. She hated the idea of being the damsel in distress. Was she really going to ask a man for help?

Brianna had spent some time trying to overcome these rules without anyone else. She hated the idea of depending on a man, but these rules had created a dangerous situation. She needed help.

Larry seemed to be her safest bet for a man who would have sex with her but not take too many other advantages. She had two problems. First, she needed to get rid of her new rules. Second, she needed a bodyguard when she went out drinking tonight. She might be able to work out a deal with Larry to solve both problems. She sent a quick message to Larry.

« Larry, I have a deal for you. Got a moment? »

She was glad she didn’t have to wait long. Larry replied:

« Depends. What’s up? »

« I’ll send you details in a moment. Make sure you can see them in PRIVATE. »

She sat down to compose her thoughts. This was no time to be coy. She needed to have sex with him for this to work. Should she try to limit him to a blowjob? She doubted she could limit him to a blowjob once they started. She composed her proposition.

« Larry, I want to make a deal with you. Yesterday and today have been horrible for me. I need you to take me out tonight to Chez Chic. Shield me from anyone who might try to proposition me, so I won’t even hear their propositions. Buy me alcohol so I can get drunk. Afterwards, bring me home and we’ll make love. Please do NOT tell anyone. Do NOT ask me why things are horrible. I can’t explain any more. »

She smiled after she sent the message. She knew Chez Chic. She doubted she would get propositioned by anyone if she went with him there tonight. Larry could shield her. It would be practically empty on a Tuesday night. It was in a nice area so there was little risk of a slimy man making an empty proposition outside. Any man who was there almost certainly wouldn’t proposition a woman with a man, either.

Even if she got propositioned, it had a big ladies’ room. The far stall’s interior couldn’t be seen from the side near the door. She could also bring a bigger purse with some preparations, in case she rejected a proposition. She almost certainly wouldn’t have to reject a proposition, as long as Larry took her there. On the other hand, it was better to be prepared.

She soon got a reply.

« That is amazing. I want that so much, but I have a girlfriend. I don’t want what will happen if she finds out later. »

She didn’t remember Larry having a girlfriend. That must be new. She should ask another man. She didn’t want to. She didn’t feel like propositioning every man in her contacts list. She was also afraid of what some other men might do to her. She wanted the safest option she could find that would get her what she wanted. Larry was her safest option.

She didn’t know who the girlfriend was, but Brianna knew that Larry had wanted her for a long time. Brianna decided to cross a line.

She’d have to sweeten the deal. What limits should she set? She wanted Larry to at least wear a condom. She’d fucked Steve without a condom, though, and Steve was a stranger. A lot of men didn’t like to wear condoms. She needed Larry’s help.

Brianna decided she was being too cautious. Larry seemed like a missionary position kind of guy. Larry probably hadn’t had much sexual experience. She was using birth control. He was unlikely to have an STD. She didn’t dare reject a proposition once they got started anyway. She wouldn’t want to explain things later. She decided to make his offered prize so good he couldn’t refuse.

« Once you bring me home you can fuck me all night and into the morning, any way you want, as much as you want. I’ll do anything sexual. Please agree. I need this. I really do. Please let me know. I promise I won’t tell. You won’t be sorry. »

Homewrecker, she thought. She shouldn’t have done that. Yet she had. She wasn’t going to change her mind, either. Her message looked desperate. She was desperate. She was in a desperate situation. She wanted the safest option available.

She waited for Larry’s response.

« OK »

She replied, « You won’t be sorry. I PROMISE. ;-) »

They soon worked out the logistics.

She tried to rest in her bedroom, in spite of the pain. She ended up getting a two-hour nap. She woke up feeling much better.

Then she remembered she was a stupid bitch who needed to learn to say yes. She tried to shake that thought out of her head. She found the thought was hard to resist, especially after she had been literally beating it into herself earlier that day. The effort it required to mentally reject this idea was scary.

She was even more convinced that she needed someone to help her. Larry seemed like her best option for helping her tonight.

Larry picked her up in the evening. She was wearing her blue rouched dress. Her blue dress had a short skirt, it left her arms and lower back bare, and had a narrow décolletage that covered her breasts more than the red dress she’d worn last night. Her upper back, from her bra strap up, was covered. The additional coverage meant she could wear a separate bra. In this outfit she wouldn’t risk revealing any of the lines the whippings had left on her breasts. Besides, Brianna knew she looked fabulous in this dress and high heels. She wanted to make sure Larry would keep his end of the deal. In this outfit her large and perky breasts jutted out, defying gravity. Larry’s eyes almost popped out when he saw her.

“Larry, make sure we sit as far away as possible from everyone else. Prevent anyone else from propositioning me. I’m not in the mood to deal with that tonight.”

“I’ll do my best,” said Larry, eager for the promised payoff.

Brianna and Larry went into the bar and dove to a booth in the back corner. She sat facing away from the bar so she was mostly obscured from the main bar by the high booth chair. She knew it was unlikely she’d get propositioned tonight. Larry talked with her and paid for her drinks. Brianna relaxed. She had had a hard day. This was fun. Tonight was exactly what she’d planned so far. This time she’d be able to get drunk at a singles bar and escape home without problems. Then Larry would fuck her. She’d be rid of those two hideous rules. She had never behaved like this before, but she’d never had dangerous rules threaten her before.

Now that she’d made her decision to fuck Larry tonight, she felt good committing to the plan. She started flirting with Larry, to make sure he’d keep his end of the deal. She gazed into his eyes with bedroom eyes. She licked her straw like a cock. She sometimes stretched to make her breasts pop out even more. She was getting his full attention. She liked the way his attentiveness felt. She was sure she didn’t need to flirt. She knew Larry had wanted her for years. It didn’t matter. She was finally getting a little control over the situation. The control made her feel good. They talked, laughed, and ate hors d’oeuvres while she kept drinking. She could feel the alcohol in her blood starting to give her a pleasant buzz.

Larry looked up. He quickly stood up. She felt a presence behind her. The presence said, “Young man, please walk away briefly and let me speak with my client Brianna.”

Larry blanched and said, “Your what?”

“My client. Brianna. I’m her agent. I want to talk with her for a moment.”

Larry stared at Brianna with anger. The intruder clearly knew they were together. Larry felt betrayed. Larry looked at Brianna, who weakly nodded her assent. There wasn’t anything else obvious to do, so Larry stood up silently and let her agent, Tony, sit in Larry’s seat. Brianna stayed put. Tony waived Larry off with an air of authority. Larry sulked over to the main bar to give the two some privacy.

“How did you know I was here?”, whispered Brianna, seething.

“I’m not going to reveal all my secrets,” said Tony with a smirk. “I like having lots of advantages over you.”

Brianna stared at him with rage. This man was supposed to help her. Instead, he had betrayed her and was in the process of ruining her life. He had sold her into slavery. She felt anger fill her body. It was clear he knew he would find her here, so he had leverage over her in other ways she didn’t fully understand. Tony was dangerous to her. She wanted to hurt Tony, to destroy him, to…

“Let’s make this interesting,” said Tony. “How about you sit on my lap facing me, spread your legs, and let me fuck you right here, right now?”

“FUCK OFF!” she replied angrily. How dare he… uh oh. Her anger had distracted her. She hadn’t thought before she replied. She might have rejected his proposition anyway, but she should have thought it through first. She was accustomed to being independent and speaking up for herself. Now that was not a wise thing to do. She had a brain, but sometimes her emotions brought out her impulsive side. Impulsivity was dangerous now. She was reminded that she was a stupid bitch who needed to learn to say yes.

“Well,” said Tony with a victorious look, “isn’t there something you’d like to do in the future?”

Brianna’s mouth opened. Her subconscious gave her two options. Option 1: She would have to meet with Tony for an hour three days a week and at those meetings obey his every command. Option 2: Every morning she must publicly post three nudes where she can be clearly identified, and each one would be as different and sexy and humiliating as she could make it.

She hated the idea of posting nudes of herself. She’d always been private about her privates. She liked showing off her gorgeous body, but she had limits. If a bikini covered it, she felt only her lover should see it. She had often wielded her body to manipulate men. Defrauding men sometimes gave her a little rush. She did get a kick out of the sense of power it sometimes gave her. She’d always covered up the basics when manipulating others, though. She never let herself get photographed nude. She didn’t even have any nude selfies. She certainly didn’t want any nudes public. Those extra conditions made the nudes even worse.

She hated the idea of being Tony’s slave even more.

She replied, “Every morning I will publicly post three nudes where I can be clearly identified, and each one will be as different and sexy and humiliating as I can make it.”

“Why, that’s the spirit sweetie,” said Tony brightly. “I think that’s a clever idea of yours. That will help get your name known everywhere. An actress needs to make sure everyone knows all about her. I can think of a lot of jobs those pictures will help you get.”

Brianna glared at him. She had fallen for his trap. Her brain involuntarily started thinking through ideas about the kinds of nude pictures she could take, each one sexier and more humiliating than the last. Her brain, unfortunately, was creative. A close-up of her face and naked tits would be a start. A frontal picture of her kneeling and masturbating, like earlier today, would be good. She could lie on her back and take a good picture of her using her vibrator. She could take a picture of all three of her holes getting violated at the same time by three realistic dildos. She could squat naked on a beer bottle. She wondered how far she could get the bottle up her ass. She wondered how to angle the picture so her ass and face would both clearly show. Her brain kept creating new scenarios, each worse than the last.

“Well, honey, don’t forget our meeting tomorrow. Mentorship training is important. I plan to discuss our future collaboration in much greater… detail.”

One of her rules was that she had to meet with Tony for an hour once a week. She’d have to be nude. Tony would probably be grabbing her tits and cunt. Tony might rape her. She knew she couldn’t complain or resist or report about sexual assault, or penalize anyone for it. Tony probably knew that too. She would be completely in his power. How was this even possible?

Brianna looked down in defeat, knowing there was nothing she could do. “I thought hypnosis could only make you do things you wanted to do.” Brianna couldn’t talk about what had been done to her, but her subconscious allowed her to say that much to Tony. Maybe she could say a little more to someone who knew all about the psych eval.

Tony replied, “Sugar, I’m not an expert on the brain. I know people who are. I’ve learned that many things are possible with modern technology. I also know some things can be forced. There are limitations on what can be forced. I’m told that rules can only be directly imposed if the rule applies in a limited circumstance. The more general the rule is, the harder it is to impose. I’m sure it’s more complicated, but that’s the idea. It turns out there’s a loophole, though. The brain makes choices all the time. People have to be able to choose between bad options. So presenting the brain with choices is an effective way to circumvent the brain’s defenses to being forced. Especially when those choices happen over time. Oh, and despite what your feminist friends may say, women are naturally submissive to men. Those natural dispositions merely need a little help.” Tony paused for a moment, gloating over her powerlessness.

“Also, this information relates to your evaluation, so you can’t share it with anyone,” Tony smirked. Brianna’s eyes grew wide. She realized he was right.

Brianna whispered, “Why did they do this to me?”

“I don’t know them well. They didn’t tell me their reasons. From what they’ve said, I think they want to make the world a better place. Their idea of a better place might not be the same as yours.” He briefly smiled the smile of a predator reviewing his caged prey.

Tony continued. “Enough. Sweet cheeks, I think you’ve been disrespectful to me. That outburst at me was unacceptable. That’s not a good working relationship at all. I assure you, there will be serious long term consequences for any more disrespect. From now on you’d better show a lot more respect to me.”

“Yes… sir,” Brianna responded.

“Good girl. You know, I can be patient. It’s part of an agent’s job. If you make me exercise my patience, though, I will make sure you’ll wish you hadn’t. I suggest you be perfectly respectful and completely cooperative in our meeting tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir,” Brianna meekly replied.

Tony revealed a villain’s grin. He was clearly enjoying his power over her. He said, “Bitch, in all the time I’ve known you, you’ve been a stuck-up impulsive brat. It’s time you changed. Between now and our meeting tomorrow, you better think hard about being perfectly respectful and totally cooperative in all our future meetings. Anything less will lead to swift and thorough discipline. I will make sure you regret any failings for the rest of your life. Is that absolutely clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Brianna replied in a frightened voice.

Tony left, with the proud body language of a conqueror.

She wallowed in humiliation. She couldn’t cancel the meeting, even though she knew he was going to do terrible things to her. She had to meet with him at a time and place of his choosing. She would have to strip for him. He could easily violate her. She wouldn’t be able to resist or complain or do anything about it later. He was right. It would be dangerous for her to be disrespectful or uncooperative. She was going to be dreading their meeting every minute before it happened.

Larry angrily sat back down in his old spot and confronted her. “I thought you wouldn’t tell anyone about us being together tonight. Did you set this up to hurt me?”

Brianna replied, “I didn’t tell him we’d be here. He didn’t see us do anything anyway. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know who your girlfriend is, so he won’t tell her. Please stick to the deal.”

Larry grimaced. “I have to admit I’ve wanted you for a long time, so when you sent your offer, it was hard to refuse.”

Brianna smiled. “Thanks. I need to go to the ladies’ room. Can you wait for me?”

Larry looked at her suspiciously. “Are you running? I thought we had a deal. You’re playing me for a fool and free drinks, aren’t you?”

“No, no, it’s not like that,” she countered. She knew she needed to prove her sincerity. “Here,” she said. Brianna extracted her wallet, keys, pepper spray, phone, and phone charger from her purse. She handed them all to Larry. “Keep these until you’ve fucked me through the night in any way you want. If I don’t keep every one of my promises you can keep them all. There’s $200 cash in my wallet.”

Larry wasn’t sure what was going on, but her body was a prize he’d long wanted. He was willing to put up with some crazy stuff to have her tonight. Giving him these objects as hostages did make her seem sincere. Her offer still seemed too good to be true, but he’d hate himself forever if he didn’t try.

Brianna quietly went to the ladies’ room. It was thankfully empty. She entered the last stall farthest from the rest room door. She’d prepared for this, in case it was needed, but this was not something she’d expected or wanted. Thanks to Tony, she now had two actions she had to perform within the hour. She couldn’t leave the bar area. She wasn’t drunk enough yet. She doubted she could get drunk and get home in time. This rest room was her best option.

In the stall she stripped off her blue dress, bra, and heels, leaving her naked. She hadn’t brought a towel, so she simply knelt on the public rest room tiles while facing the open stall door. She realized that she should have put something on the floor, but it was too late now. She could feel the hard painful tiles pressing into her legs. She realized that the intricate tile pattern of the rest room was etching itself into the front of her bare lower legs. She was wearing a short-skirted dress tonight, so the tile pattern would be obvious to everyone who saw her later.

There was nothing she could do about that now. She fumbled in her purse and got out lubrication and her trusty vibrator. At least those would help. She turned on the vibrator and with her fingers started to caress her cunt and nipples, trying to get herself close to orgasm while kneeling nude in the public rest room. She furiously masturbated while facing the fully open stall door.

After a minute she heard the main door open and another woman entered the ladies’ room. Brianna quickly turned off the vibrator. Had the other woman heard? The other woman entered the first stall and closed the door. Brianna furiously kept working at her cunt, trying to get close to orgasm without the buzz of the vibrator. Brianna knew she was making some suspicious noises. She wondered if the other woman would investigate. Brianna kept at it. After a few minutes she heard the other stall door reopen. Brianna still didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. The other woman went to the sink and turned on the water, presumably to wash her hands. The water turned off. Brianna kept on going, hoping that the other woman would not investigate. Brianna knew she’d be caught with even a glimpse. There was nothing subtle about her position. She couldn’t move or stop. There was a pregnant pause while the other woman seemed to be deciding what to do.

The other woman walked away to the rest room door and exited. Brianna breathed a sigh of relief, turned her vibrator back on, and soon she was close to an orgasm. Her hands jumped away, leaving her shaken and needy. She needed to orgasm, but she was required to edge. She wasn’t allowed to have an orgasm. She whimpered in her need. She knew she would not get her release here.

Brianna closed the stall door. She wasn’t required to have an open door for this part. Someone else might walk in. She opened her purse again and pulled out Steve’s belt and an unused ball gag an ex-boyfriend had given her years ago. After a few snaps the gag was secure. She sat down on the toilet, still naked. She prepared to brutalize herself. She could see the lines from her last whippings on her breasts and cunt. Taking a deep breath, she began to whip her left breast. The previous stripes made it even worse than the last time. Again, with every stroke she had a mental realization: “I’m a stupid bitch who needs to learn to say yes.” After a few strokes she switched to her other breast. She managed to lie with her back on the toilet and whipped her own ass while repeating the phrase in her mind. Finally, she sat on the toilet and started whipping her own cunt.

Her screams were well-muffled by the gag, but her tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Still, with every lash, she reminded herself, “I’m a stupid bitch who needs to learn to say yes.” She mentally begged for mercy. When she realized no mercy was coming, she decided to temporarily agree with the mantra, in the hopes that her subconscious would let the punishment end. “Yes, I’m a stupid bitch who needs to learn to say yes,” she mentally whispered. That acknowledgment released her. She partly collapsed onto the bathroom throne. Her tears continued for a few minutes more. It was hard to fully shake off the mental realizations that she had lashed into herself with every stroke. Her thoughts kept coming to her unbidden.

I’m a stupid bitch who needs to learn to say yes.

I’m a stupid bitch who needs to learn to say yes.

I’m a stupid bitch who needs to learn to say yes.

After a few moments she managed to regain some control over her own thoughts. She wanted to rest a while, but she was afraid Larry might abandon her if she didn’t return soon. Even with her stuff as hostages, Larry might start to have doubts if she stayed away too long. If Larry didn’t fuck her tonight, and soon, there was a risk she’d get even more rules. She desperately wanted to get rid of the rules she had. She’d be permanently stuck with one of them. After she fucked a new man, she’d could get rid of two rules, but the rest of the rules would become permanent. Every proposition she rejected now would give her another permanent rule. Who knows, she thought, the next rules might be worse than her current rules. She shuddered at that thought.

She slipped her clothes back on. She washed her face as best she could at the sink. She looked down at her legs. Yes, they would reveal to everyone she’d been kneeling for a while in the public rest room. Everyone would assume she’d given some man a lengthy blowjob in the rest room. She couldn’t change what her legs revealed. She quickly reapplied some basic makeup, trying to hide the streams down her face. The mirror showed the face of a defeated girl. Once her appearance was somewhat adequate, she returned to Larry. Several people at the bar watched her pass. One man whispered something to another, probably gossiping about how she must have given a blowjob to someone in the rest room.

“Brianna, are you okay?”

“Larry, buy me one more strong drink. I think that’ll be enough.”

Brianna downed the drink. Her subconscious seemed to be satisfied that she was adequately drunk. Brianna was relieved. Her breasts, ass, and cunt still hurt. She didn’t want to risk being at the bar one minute longer. She needed Larry to fuck her, soon. He could free her from two of the horrible new rules that had captured her. She was terrified of what might happen if he didn’t fuck her soon. She gazed into Larry’s eyes and opened her heart.

“Larry,” Brianna said, “thank you. Please take me home. Now. Stay the night. Fuck me. Any way you want. As often as you want. Do anything you want to me. I am yours for the taking tonight. Please, take me home now.”

She meant it. Every word.

Larry stood up. Brianna suspected that it wasn’t only Larry’s legs that were standing up. He helped her out the door and into his car. They returned to her place. The ride home gave her body time to process a little of the alcohol and a little of the pain. She resolved to be as alert as possible so she could thoroughly please him.