Sarah arrived Saturday morning, again in jeans, a T-shirt, and dark sunglasses. She knew her relative anonymity would not last much longer. Stephen and Sarah had recorded their porn sketch five weeks ago.

Sarah had begun paying off her debts. Sarah was relieved she would soon be free of her loan sharks’ clutches. She couldn’t wait to receive the rest of the money.

A key condition of the contract was that Sarah had to experience and “acknowledge” at least one of the resulting recordings. Sarah wasn’t being asked to approve the recordings. She merely had to experience at least one and acknowledge that its contents were consistent in principle with the screenplay. Stephen had explained that this step, along with signing the screenplay, protected his company against an actress who claimed that the recording had been manipulated into something she hadn’t intended on contract signing. Years ago, some scientists had been tricked into a recording by flat earthers that made it look like the scientists were supportive of flat earth nonsense. The scientists’ lawsuit over “misusing” their recordings had made many producers nervous. Stephen had explained that this was why she had to acknowledge one of the recordings before she received the rest of her money. This way, she wouldn’t be able to later claim that she didn’t know what the recordings contained.

The amount of money for performing this step was more than enough to guarantee that Sarah would choose to return. Sarah also had a sense of curiosity. She hadn’t wanted to be a porn star. She was about to become one anyway. This was a world-first use of a new technology. She wanted to experience for herself what the results were like.

Sarah met Stephen in the office foyer. He was dressed in an ivory collar shirt and slacks. He led her to a small meeting room.

Sarah sat down on a chair at the meeting table. Stephen sat next to her. A window, with its shades down, allowed some of the morning’s light to leak in around the window shade edges. On the table was a black box plugged into an electric wall socket, a metal headband slightly wider than her head, and a wire connecting the box to the headband. The box had a few simple controls on top.

Stephen said, “thanks for coming. Prepare to be absolutely amazed. Would you like to get brunch together after you’ve seen our results? There’s a spectacular restaurant nearby. I’d like to spend more time with you and get to know you better. I’m buying!”

Sarah looked at Stephen with interest. Her situation had changed. She had a personal rule about never having a sexual relationship with her boss, but he was about to end being her employer. She had been ashamed that she was in a porno. She realized she had been unfairly blaming him for her problems and her decision to be in a porno. Her problems weren’t his fault, and he was not responsible for her decisions. She still thought the screenplay was absurdly misogynistic. Over the last few weeks she’d gained peace about its content. Everyone has kinks, right? Now that she’d performed it, she’d had to come to terms with what she had done. She would be known for this work. She’d decided her objections about the screenplay were basically kink-shaming. The porno wasn’t really advocating any change to the world. Over time she’d come to acknowledge that it was simply entertainment, designed to give others pleasure. Together they had created something sexy for others to enjoy. She’d decided she should celebrate their work together, not blame him for it.

Now that she was no longer self-policing her emotions about Stephan, she could see him with fresh eyes. He was still tall, good-looking, and in excellent shape. She’d personally confirmed he was physically endowed at porn star levels. There was some potential for chemistry, a spark perhaps. She wasn’t immune to the charms of a good-looking man. She suspected getting fucked by him in her cunt would feel amazing if her ass wasn’t on fire and if she wasn’t distracted by thinking that she was a whore. His confidence was infectious and suggested he was about to become a wealthy man. Dating a wealthy man had great appeal for her. Stephen had been a perfect gentlemen when they weren’t acting in the porno. He’d been especially kind to her after they’d completed the recording. He’d been brutal during the porno, yes, but he had performed exactly as demanded by the screenplay. He was also a brilliant man, one who could be both driven and kind.

Sarah decided there were possibilities with Stephen. She thought that perhaps this relationship could go somewhere. He was a nerd, true, but in no way was he the stereotype of a nerd. She could even imagine them possibly building a life together. She smiled at their odd sequence: meet, fuck in a porno he funded, then go on a date. She remained guarded, but she let her emotional guard down a little. She smiled as she responded.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

Stephen smiled back and replied, “Excellent!”

“One moment, please.”

“Sure.”

Sarah did have a schedule conflict, but she knew that would be easily resolved. She sent two messages to her friend Liz.

sry must resched to next sat

surprise date will share more ltr

Sarah looked up and said, “done.”

“Wonderful. Now, to business. We took a little extra time to make the brain-movies perfect. We think you’ll be amazed. The box is the player. It will play through the headband you’ll need to wear. Making recordings is technically challenging, but the players and headbands are relatively easy to manufacture. Several factories will produce players, with their associated headbands, once we’ve confirmed it works. Everything has been waiting for the recording you’re about to see.”

Sarah replied, “It will be playing back your experience, not mine, correct?”

“Yes. That’s what you requested. Trust me, seeing you through my eyes will be an amazing experience for you.”

Sarah was intrigued. Men throughout history had risked their kingdoms, their fortunes, and even their lives to fuck some woman. Throughout time men had in aggregate paid an unimaginably large amount of money to fuck women. It clearly felt amazingly good to a man to fuck a good-looking woman. She would be the first woman in history to directly experience what a man felt when he fucked a good-looking woman.

The fact that she would be experiencing fucking herself was almost comical as well as intriguing. She would be giving herself sexual pleasure by using her own body. That sounded like the textbook definition of masturbation. This experience could be viewed as masturbation on a whole new level.

« If this is masturbation, it’s masturbation with a ton of extra steps, » she bemusedly thought. « This is the strangest way anyone’s gotten to know someone. »

Sarah put on the headband. She tightened it around her forehead with an adjustable strap. Stephen pushed a button on the black box.

Sarah’s senses were completely cut off. Her sight and hearing were gone. Total darkness. Perfect silence. Her sense of touch had vanished. She couldn’t feel the chair she sat on or the air around her. She couldn’t feel her body’s presence, either. It wasn’t painful, but it was deeply disorienting and scary.

She heard a disembodied voice say, “viewer is female.”

Sarah thought that was odd. Would the viewer’s gender matter? She didn’t know a lot about this technology. She pondered. Perhaps it did matter. Men’s and women’s sexual organs are different. That certainly mattered in porn. Perhaps the system needed to do some recalibration before beginning because the viewer and the recorded individual had different biological genders. She decided that made perfect sense.

Her senses were restored all at once. She saw Stephen sitting in a chair to her left. She wondered why she could see Stephen. She knew she should be seeing everything as if she was seeing out of his eyes. She knew she shouldn’t be seeing him like this. She could feel that she was standing next to him.

Stephen glared at her. He declared, “you were disobedient. As a girl, you must always obey the man in authority over you. You must obey me until I tell you who you belong to instead.”

Sarah heard herself beg, “I’m sorry, sir! Please don’t punish me!” She could even feel her mouth and vocal cords move as they made the sounds.

« Oh god, » Sarah realized, « I’m experiencing my own session! He’s playing the wrong experience! Get me out of here! STEPHEN! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, HELP, GET ME OUT OF HERE! »

The Stephen in the recording said, “It’s too late for that.”

Sarah tried to move her hands or any other part of her body. She could feel her body’s presence, but her body wasn’t under her control. She felt her body doing whatever it had been recorded as doing. She couldn’t say anything, or move her hands, or do anything. Her physical senses were entirely under the control of the recording. She couldn’t sense her body out in the real world either. She doubted she could control her real-world body. She could think for herself, but for now, her mind was a passenger in her own body.

Sarah felt herself being yanked over Stephen’s knees by her wrist. She instinctively threw her hands in front of her to protect her face. She felt her torso land on his lap. The wind was briefly knocked out of her. She felt him pull up her pleated tartan miniskirt, then pull her panties down to her knees. She could feel a cold breeze on her bare butt.

She heard herself beg, “sir, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

In reply, she felt his thick paddle impact hard on her ass. She nearly saw stars from the pain.

The pain was far worse than she remembered. Her ass felt like it had been destroyed by his paddle. She deeply feared another strike. She knew the recording had many more strikes to come.

« “Rumpelstiltskin, Rumpelstiltskin, Rumpelstiltskin!” » she thought. It did no good, of course. She was only thinking the word. She couldn’t say anything. In addition, this Stephen was a recording. The recording of Stephen couldn’t respond to her at all.

She heard herself beg, “I’ll be good, sir! I’ll be a good girl! I’ll be obedient and submissive and respectful! I will! I will!”

Sarah felt a deep need to be a good girl. She felt she needed to always be obedient, submissive, and respectful to him. The urgency of this need was alarmingly powerful.

This was not something she’d felt at the time. Sarah realized that this “experience” was more than a recording of her senses. Stephen had clearly manipulated the recording to try to impose, on her, his own ideas of what she should want and believe.

Sarah realized this switch in experiences was not some mistake or technical glitch. Stephen must have done this on purpose. He must have rigged this to happen once the system detected a female viewer. She suspected asking her out was a ruse to distract her from detecting his deception. She struggled to resist the deep-seated urge from the technology to be obedient, submissive, and respectful to him.

« Damn you, Stephen! », she fumed, « You betrayed me. You’re a fucking liar and a creep. You’re a bastard. I will not be your toy! »

She heard the recorded Stephen say, “Oh, you will be. I’ll ensure your ass knows you must obey the man in authority over you.”

He began repeatedly walloping her ass. Sarah felt herself grab the chair legs. She felt her tears. Her ass was on fire from the harsh paddling he was giving her. Every strike was far more painful than she remembered it being.

The real Stephen had clearly intensified the pain she perceived. The real Sarah did not think this was to her benefit. Every strike reminded her to be a good girl. She steeled herself to resist the powerful urge the technology was imposing on her to obey, submit to, and respect him.

She could feel her breasts partly emerge from her crop top. She was over his knees, so some of her breasts were spilling out of her minimum-coverage bra and the scooped neckline of her crop top. Her crop top had also crept up, revealing her breasts from beneath. The blistering pain from her unprotected ass made her exposure a secondary consideration.

She soon heard herself beg, “please no more, please, I’ll obey, I’ll obey!”

He responded by walloping her further. Sarah felt her hands tightly grip the chair legs. She felt her tears flow down from her eyes to the carpet.

She heard herself say, “Please sir, I’ll do anything you say.”

The real Sarah was tempted to say the same. She was desperate to end her suffering.

“Anything? Good. Strip and get on your knees. Suck my cock.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sarah felt herself get up and rush to remove her clothing. She was relieved the paddling had ended. She felt herself yank off her crop top, then felt herself pull her pleated miniskirt down to her ankles. Exposed in her underwear, she felt herself unhook her tiny red bra. She felt herself shrug off the bra, pull her panties down to her ankles, and step out of the remaining clothing. She was now completely nude.

She felt herself kneel in front of him and fish out his cock. She felt herself fellate him. Her mouth enclosed and worshiped his cock.

She was struggling to differentiate between the identity in the recording and her own identity. Every sensation was intensely real. She couldn’t block any of her sensations. She could feel her eyelids, but her eyelids only blinked when they blinked in the recording. She couldn’t close her eyes. She could not escape her senses. The recording’s senses were a sensory overload.

She was taking his cock deep. She pleasured him further with her tongue. She face-fucked herself again and again, doing her best to satisfy him. She looked up into his eyes to see if she was pleasuring him. His grinning face made it clear he was enjoying himself.

She felt deeply humiliated by this position. She also felt a strong sense that the purpose of a female is to sexually pleasure the man in authority over her. She had a strange externally-imposed feeling that humiliation was a price worth paying so she could fulfill her purpose. She found it impossible to stop feeling utterly humiliated.

The real Sarah reminded herself that she was simply feeling a recording’s experience, subverted with changes that were attempting to control her beliefs. She struggled to resist. The imposed desire to be a “good girl” for the man in authority over her was strong and deep.

The real Sarah knew that this recording wouldn’t last forever. She knew exactly what would happen in it. It would be difficult and horrible to endure, but she knew when it would end. She knew she simply needed to resist its impositions until its end.

Sarah thought, « Damn you, Stephen, I am going to resist you! You bastard! When this recording ends, I am going to kick you hard in the nuts! Then I’ll sue you for everything! I will not be an obedient little slut for you! »

The Stephen in the recording commanded, “turn around. Get on your hands and knees.”

Sarah immediately obeyed. Technically, it was the Sarah in the recording who obeyed.

The real Sarah was losing the struggle to differentiate between her real self and the Sarah who was performing actions and perceiving her world. When the Sarah in the recording did something, or perceived something with her senses, the real Sarah felt that she was doing them and perceiving them. She knew she had gotten on her hands and knees. She could feel the carpet under her. She was looking forward at the wall and awaiting his next step.

She heard his pants drop. She felt him kneel behind her and steady himself against her body. She felt his cock thrust harshly into her cunt. She grunted as he claimed her. He thrust in and out, in and out.

As he fucked her, Stephen said, “you will always have a male guardian. You’ll always do what he says, or you’ll be disciplined and fucked and do it anyway. Do you understand me?”

The real Sarah felt an urgent need to agree with him. She needed to do exactly what he had said. She needed to obey him. She needed to be a good girl. The real Sarah again expended tremendous effort to resist these submissive and subversive notions the technology was trying to impose on her.

« Stephen, you asshole, » thought the real Sarah, « I will not give in to your poisonous ideas! I will not obey you. »

“Yes, sir! I’ll be a good girl, sir! I’ll obey, I’ll submit, I’ll be respectful!”

The real Sarah now had a better idea of the abilities and limitations of Stephen’s technology. Through this brain-movie, Stephen could make her feel herself doing or saying anything. Her senses were completely under his control. He could obviously impose deep pain on her. The technology could even impose emotions for her to feel.

Stephen’s technology could also put a powerful mental pressure on her to accept the beliefs he chose. Here, at least, his technology had a limitation. She could resist accepting his externally-imposed beliefs. It took significant mental effort for her to resist them, yet she had been able to resist them so far. She simply needed to resolutely resist these imposed ideas until the recording stopped playing. It would be arduous for her to resist until the end of the recording, but Sarah thought she could probably do it. Resisting these beliefs was like long distance swimming. It was exhausting, but there was also a powerful incentive to avoid failure. Sarah was determined to not drown in the crushing beliefs that Stephen was trying to impose on her.

Now that the Stephen in the recording had penetrated her body, the real Sarah felt deep and abiding shame. She was a whore. She had traded in her body for money. She knew that’s all she was. Her family had sacrificed so often to get her started, and this was how she repaid them?! The real Sarah groaned under horrific imposed feelings of shame. She wordlessly begged for these feelings to end.

The real Sarah needed to find some relief. She mentally tried to retreat from the scene. She would simply “let it happen.” She would act submissively. She would be submissive. She would relinquish control. She would do what she was told. She saw the wisdom in submission and obedience. She…

The real Sarah snapped out of it and rejected the temptation. The real Sarah knew she needed to stay vigilant to resist anything that tempted her to abject submission to him.

As Stephen fucked her, several times he asked if she would be a good girl. Every time she replied, “yes, sir, I’ll be a good girl, sir! I’ll obey, I’ll submit, I’ll be respectful!” Sometimes he’d ask if he had the right to make demands of her. Every time she replied, “yes, sir, you have every right, sir.”

Stephen pulled out and announced, “next, your ass.”

The real Sarah was panicking. She’d been an anal virgin when they’d recorded this. It had hurt like hell during their performance. If this part of the brain-movie was like everything else so far, Stephen would have intensified that pain.

Sarah felt herself angle her hips so it would be easier for Stephen to penetrate her ass. She felt him put some lube on and in her anus.

Stephen put his hard lubed cock at her anus and slowly pushed in. Her virginal anus resisted, but Stephen’s cock was not taking “no” for an answer. She felt her anus, and then her anal canal, being harshly stretched as Stephen’s cock slowly defeated her ass. Sarah felt a painful fullness grow and grow in anal canal and rectum. She couldn’t help herself as she said, “oh, oh, OH!”

The real Sarah found, to her horror, that she’d been right. In real life it had hurt to get fucked in the ass for the first time after a harsh spanking. Stephen had dialed up the pain to 11 in this recording. Simply the start of this anal fucking hurt like hell. She knew it would only get worse.

Stephen began fucking her ass, slowly thrusting in and out.

He fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her in the ass. The real Sarah tried to scream as Stephen relentlessly fucked her in her ass. She couldn’t do it. In her desperation, the real Sarah began thinking at the recording.

« Please Stephen, this hurts like hell. Please stop, I’m begging you! Please Stephen! »

It did no good, of course. Sarah’s sufferings steadily increased.

After several horrific minutes, Stephen came into her ass. She felt his cum slicken her vulnerable insides. He pulled out, much to her relief. She stayed on her hands and knees, facing away from him.

« Oh thank god, » thought the real Sarah. She was glad his anal fucking of her was finally done.

The real Sarah needed to recover. She mutely watched the next moments unfold. She focused her efforts on rejecting the misogynistic ideas that kept trying to change her beliefs.

Stephen said, “I am the man in authority over you. Do you acknowledge that I have the right to make such demands of you?”

“Yes, sir, you have every right, sir,” the Sarah of the recording replied.

“From now on, what will you be?”

“I’ll be a good girl for the man in authority over me.”

“What is a good girl?”

“A good girl is a girl who always obeys, submits to, and respects the man in authority over her.”

The real Sarah felt the flare of another mental imposition that she needed to accept this belief. She struggled, but she managed to resist accepting the thought. It was getting increasingly difficult for her to resist the beliefs he was imposing on her. She was glad she only had to resist a few minutes longer.

“Good. Get dressed and stand next to me.”

Sarah retrieved her clothing and began getting dressed. She started with her red lacy panties, even though the panties were so minimal in the front that they did not cover her vulva. She put on her red lacy bra, even though it covered little and her nipples were clearly visible through its material. She donned the pleated tartan miniskirt, though its shortness conspired to reveal her vulva when she moved. She finally put the crop top back on, even though its lack of sleeves, wide deeply scooped neckline, and peepholes in its material ensured it hid little.

The real Sarah felt another intrusive imposed thought. She had the idea that she needed to be a good girl and always wear the clothes that pleased the man who controlled her. After all, the purpose of women’s clothing, or of a woman doing anything at all, is to please a man.

Sarah again found it was hard work to resist these intrusive thoughts. She did manage to push it away.

The Sarah in the recording carefully placed herself back on the mark where she’d started. Stephen was again sitting on the chair, exactly where he’d started as well.

Sarah angrily thought, « fuck off, Stephen. I will not be a slave for any man. I will not do what any man tells me to do. »

Stephen announced, “I am giving you to another man. You will need to be a good girl for him, as the way to be a good girl for me.”

The real Sarah once again felt pressure to comply.

The Sarah in the recording looked horrified. She replied, “please don’t, sir!”

Stephen said, “I’m beyond disappointed in you. You said you were going to be a good girl. I’m going to punish you until you learn to always be a good girl.”

Sarah begged, “I’m sorry, sir! Please don’t punish me!”

“It’s too late for that.”

The real Sarah began to panic. The previous paddling’s pain had been intense. She would give almost anything to avoid another paddling in this recording. She saw no way to avoid it. She futilely begged, « please don’t, please don’t, please don’t. »

Sarah was yanked over Stephen’s knees by her wrist. She instinctively threw her hands in front of her to protect her face. Her torso landed on his lap. The wind was briefly knocked out of her. She felt him pull up her pleated tartan miniskirt, then pull her panties down to her knees. She could feel a cold breeze on her bare butt. She was in the perfect position to be endlessly disciplined over the knee. She didn’t dare resist him.

« Oh GOD! » thought the real Sarah. She had no doubt the pain of this spanking was going to be intense. She feared it.

Her recorded self begged, “sir, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

In reply, she felt his thick paddle impact hard on her ass. She nearly saw stars from the pain. The pain from the recording was again far worse than the original pain in real life. The real Sarah dreaded every strike to come.

She begged, “I’ll be good, sir! I’ll be a good girl! I’ll be obedient and submissive and respectful! I will! I will!”

“Oh, you will be. I’ll ensure your ass knows you must obey the man in authority over you.”

He began repeatedly walloping her ass. Sarah grabbed the chair legs. Her ass was on fire from the harsh paddling he was giving her.

The real Sarah wished she’d been wrong. This spanking was so much more brutal than it had been originally in real life.

She could feel her breasts partly emerge from her crop top. She was over his knees, so some of her breasts were spilling out of her minimum-coverage bra and the scooped neckline of her crop top. Her crop top had also crept up, revealing her breasts from beneath. The blistering pain from her unprotected ass made her exposure a secondary consideration.

She soon begged, “please no more, please, I’ll obey, I’ll obey!”

He responded by walloping her further. The pain continued to be so much worse than in the original event.

She tightly gripped the chair legs as if she were in a hurricane. Her tears flowed down from her eyes to the carpet.

Every strike reminded the real Sarah to be a good girl, as he defined it. She steeled her real self to continue resisting the urge to obey, submit to, and respect him. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could last.

Finally, the striking stopped. The real Sarah knew this session of spanking was done. She was relieved. She’d soon have to experience kneeling and sucking the dick of a stranger. That would feel humiliating but at least it wouldn’t be painful. After that, this nightmare would be over. She wouldn’t have to resist much longer. Once this was done, she would make Stephen pay for the hell that he’d put her through. She felt her mouth about to say something.

“Please sir, I’ll do anything you say.”

“Anything? Good. Strip and get on your knees. Suck my cock.”

The real Sarah thought, « What? »

The real Sarah wasn’t sure what was going on. She was supposed to strip and get on her knees, yes, but she was supposed to be blindfolded. Maybe she’d forgotten this part? Her performance had been more than a month ago. Maybe she’d forgotten this part. The recording wasn’t going exactly as she remembered it.

The real Sarah felt confused. The recording had sometimes intensified her senses, or added emotions that hadn’t been in there, or encouraged beliefs that hadn’t been in the original. Up to this point, though, the basic mechanics in the recording had been exactly the same as the original. If Stephen could simply make up anything and force her to view it, why would he bother showing her the original recording? Did Stephen have another trick up his sleeve? Should she fear it?

“Yes, sir,” said the Sarah in the recording.

The Sarah in the recording got up and rushed to remove her clothing. She yanked off her crop top, then pulled her pleated miniskirt down to her ankles. Exposed in her underwear, she unhooked her tiny red bra. She shrugged off the bra. She pulled her panties down to her ankles, and stepped out of her clothing. She was now completely nude.

The Sarah of the recording knelt in front of Stephen and fished out his hard cock. She began fellating him.

She was soon taking his cock deep. She pleasured him further with her tongue. She face-fucked herself, doing her best to satisfy him. She looked up into his eyes to see if she was pleasuring him. His grinning face made it clear he was enjoying himself. She felt deeply humiliated by this position. She also felt a strong sense that the purpose of a female is to sexually pleasure the man in authority over her. She had a strange externally-imposed feeling that humiliation was a price worth paying so she could fulfill her purpose.

Stephen commanded, “turn around. Get on your hands and knees.”

The Sarah in the recording immediately obeyed. She heard his pants drop. She felt him kneel behind her and steady himself against her body.

« Oh GOD, » thought the real Sarah as her realization dawned. « This recording is playing as an endless loop! »

The real Sarah would have screamed if she could. It had been hard to resist the misogynist brainwashing in one pass. Stephen had stuck her in an endless loop. It was like she’d managed to swim across a wide lake, arrived exhausted, only to discover that this side was a mirage. Even worse, there was no original side to return to.

She was now trying to swim in an ocean. An ocean with no land in sight. She didn’t even know if there was any land. How long could she stay afloat? She didn’t know. She would do her best to not drown. She was also sure she couldn’t continue forever. The impositions on her mind, pressuring her to succumb to these monstrous beliefs, were challenging to resist.

She felt Stephen’s cock thrust harshly into her cunt. She grunted as he claimed her. He thrust in and out, in and out. The recording forced the real Sarah to feel a deep, primal shame because she was a whore.

Her second time being fucked in the ass was as painful as the first. Her body said many humiliating things. She again got dressed and returned to her starting position.

Soon afterwards she was in position for a third harsh paddling over the knee. There was no doubt. The real Sarah knew she was stuck in a loop. She saw no way to escape. She didn’t have any control of her body.

She again experienced giving him a blowjob. She was fucked in her cunt. She was fucked in her ass. Being fucked in the ass hurt like hell. She re-dressed again. Throughout it all she did her best to resist the idea that she needed to always be obedient, submissive, and respectful, without limits of any kind.

Sarah felt herself being yanked over Stephen’s knees by her wrist. She threw her hands in front of her to protect her face. Her torso landed on his lap. The wind was briefly knocked out of her. She felt him pull up her pleated tartan miniskirt, then pull her panties down to her knees. She could feel a cold breeze on her bare butt. She was in the perfect position to be endlessly disciplined over the knee. She didn’t dare resist him.

« Oh GOD! » thought the real Sarah. This was the 4th paddling session, with no end in sight.

Her recorded self begged, “sir, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

In reply, she felt his thick paddle impact hard on her ass. She nearly saw stars from the pain.

She begged, “I’ll be good, sir! I’ll be a good girl! I’ll be obedient and submissive and respectful! I will! I will!”

“Oh, you will be. I’ll ensure your ass knows you must obey the man in authority over you.”

« Stephen, please let me out! Please! » thought the real Sarah.

He began repeatedly walloping her ass. Sarah grabbed the chair legs.

She could feel her breasts partly emerge from her crop top. She was over his knees, so some of her breasts were spilling out of her minimum-coverage bra and the scooped neckline of her crop top. Her crop top had also crept up, revealing her breasts from beneath. The blistering pain from her unprotected ass made her exposure a secondary consideration.

She soon begged, “please no more, please, I’ll obey, I’ll obey!”

He responded by walloping her further. Again, the pain was so much worse than the original event.

She tightly gripped the chair legs as if she were in a hurricane. Her tears flowed down from her eyes to the carpet.

Every strike reminded her to be a good girl, as he defined it. She again steeled her real self to continue resisting the urge to obey, submit to, and respect him.

“Please sir, I’ll do anything you say.”

The real Sarah suffered through the rest of this iteration of the loop. She was highly incentivized to find a way to make the torments end.

For the 8th time she was pulled over the knee, had her butt bared, and felt his thick paddle repeatedly impact hard on her ass. She nearly saw stars from the pain.

The real Sarah mentally begged, « Stephen? Can you hear me? Please, let’s work something out! You can fuck me for a month! Any way you want! You keep the rest of the money! I’ll give you any money I have, too! Please! Let me go! »

Nothing changed. The recording continued. She continued to be brutalized. She continued to do her best to resist.

In the 10th spanking session the real Sarah suspected she had finally figured out the splice point’s location. After Stephen threw her over his knee she received a harsh first strike from the paddle. She had noticed that on this initial strike the recorded Sarah instinctively opened her eyes and mouth wide from the pain. The recorded Sarah overcorrected that response by briefly closing both her eyes and mouth. While the recorded Sarah’s eyes were closed, the real Sarah thought she could feel her right hand suddenly jump to a slightly different position. It was difficult to be sure, because the pain from her ass at that moment was overwhelming her every sensation. The splicing was so expertly done that the real Sarah wasn’t certain that’s where the loop had been spliced.

Knowing where the loop was probably spliced didn’t help her. She was still enduring loop, after loop, after loop. She was finding it more and more difficult to resist the misogynistic ideas being imposed on her. She saw no way to escape. The box was plugged in. This could probably keep going until the building power went out. Her repeated suffering was giving her an excellent rationale for giving up and giving in.

By the 15th paddling session, the real Sarah’s mental energy was drained. She wasn’t a quitter. She was fighting hard. She was not superhuman. The pain was convincingly persuasive that she needed to be more compliant. More agreeable. Perhaps, she hoped, if she said in her thoughts she was giving up, that would be enough. She was afraid to do it, because she wasn’t sure if she could undo it later.

The real Sarah mentally begged, « Stephen? I give up! I’ll be a good girl for you when you let me go! I’ll be obedient, and submissive, and respectful! »

Nothing changed. Her butt continued to be brutalized. The loop continued, and continued. Sarah began to despair.

By the 20th paddling session she’d figured out a way that might end her torments. Stephen was an expert on brains. He didn’t need to stop the loop after some arbitrary fixed number of times. He didn’t need to stop when she merely thought some thought. He would be monitoring her brain. Perhaps she couldn’t pretend to accept these misogynistic ideas. Perhaps she would need to wholeheartedly accept them all, without reservation, if she wanted to be released. Perhaps she needed to agree to them forever. She suspected that if she committed to them, she would be committed to them forever. Stephen’s technology could clearly manipulate her brain. She resolved to last as long as she could to avoid taking this step. She knew she couldn’t hold out forever.

By the 25th paddling session, the real Sarah was utterly desperate. The pain, both physical and emotional, was too much for her to handle. She had run out of mental energy to resist him. She would do anything for relief. She was terrified of any more. She was utterly exhausted. She was defeated.

She mentally acknowledged, « Stephen, I completely and unconditionally submit to you, forever. I’ll be a good girl for you, forever. I’ll be obedient, and submissive, and respectful, forever. You can give me to any man, I’ll be a good girl for him forever. I’m your property to control. » She did her best to commit to it.

She didn’t know if that would be enough. She hoped it would. She would accept or do anything if it would end her torments.

She endured another round of the recorded Sarah giving Stephen head. She felt powerful ideas about needing to obey the man in authority over her. She mentally agreed with them. She felt her mind sink deeper into submissive servitude. She experienced being fucked in her cunt. She wholeheartedly acknowledged that she was a whore. She could feel herself identify as being a whore.

« Stephen, I’m such a whore. I shouldn’t be allowed to make my own decisions about my life. I’m too stupid to have free will. I’ll obey you, and anyone you designate. I promise! You’ll decide everything! Please release me! »

She experienced being fucked in her ass. Throughout her agony the real Sarah repeated her vow of obedience to him. The ass fucking ended. She experienced dressing herself. The recorded Sarah again demurred over obeying another man. The recorded Sarah was again reprimanded for failing to be submissive.

The real Sarah begged again, « Stephen, I promise, I’ll be a good girl for you, forever. I mean it. I’ll be obedient, and submissive, and respectful to you, forever. I’m your property to control. No limits. No limits at all. You can give me to any other man, and I’ll be his unquestioning property. You own me. I surrender. Please, please release me! »

Sarah was yanked over Stephen’s knees by her wrist. She instinctively threw her hands in front of her to protect her face. Her torso landed on his lap. The wind was briefly knocked out of her. She felt him pull up her pleated tartan miniskirt, then pull her panties down to her knees. She could feel a cold breeze on her bare butt. She was in the perfect position to be endlessly disciplined over the knee. She didn’t dare resist him.

She begged, “sir, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

In reply, she felt his thick paddle impact hard on her ass. She nearly saw stars from the pain.

She begged, “I’ll be good, sir! I’ll be a good girl! I’ll be obedient and submissive and respectful! I will! I will!”

“Oh, you will be. I’ll ensure your ass knows you must obey the man in authority over you.”

He began repeatedly walloping her ass. Sarah grabbed the chair legs. She cried and cried. Her ass was on fire from the harsh paddling he was giving her.

She soon begged, “please no more, please, I’ll obey, I’ll obey!”

He responded by walloping her further. Sarah tightly gripped the chair legs as if she were in a hurricane. Her tears flowed down from her eyes to the carpet.

“Please sir, I’ll do anything you say.”

“Anything? Good. Stand up, and return to your position.”

“Yes, sir!”

The Sarah in the recording couldn’t move fast enough.

The real Sarah was relieved, and afraid. Would the nightmare end?

Stephen announced, “As I said, I am giving you to another man. You will need to be a good girl for him, as the way to be a good girl for me.”

The real Sarah rejoiced! The end was in sight!

The Sarah in the recording replied, “yes, sir! I will be a good girl!”

The real Sarah wholeheartedly agreed. She felt she couldn’t do anything else.

“That’s better. Kneel here with your hands behind your back. You will stay in that position until you’re told otherwise.”

She knelt as required. He stood and tied a large blindfold over her eyes. The blindfold was a good one. She couldn’t see anything at all.

She could hear Stephen walk behind her. He declared, “In a moment, I will remove the blindfold. You will look ahead at the man in the chair. He will be the new man in authority over you. From now on, you will be a good girl for that man. You will obey him, submit to him, and respect him, with absolutely no limits. Pleasing him will be your reason to live. Pleasing him will be your purpose in life. Do you understand?”

The Sarah in the recording said, “Yes, sir, I understand! I will obey!”

The real Sarah meant it.

Sarah waited, kneeling and blindfolded, for the revelation of her new master. She knew she would be a good girl for him, whoever he was. Her obedience, submission, and respect for him would be the totality of what she would do. She didn’t want to obey him, but even thinking about failing to be a good girl for him filled her with terror. She would never seriously entertain any ideas of disobedience.

For a moment she wasn’t sure if she could feel her body. The moment passed. She could feel her body again. She could also feel the clothes she’d been wearing this morning and the headband she’d donned earlier. She was now seated. She had a blindfold on. She realized Stephen must have put the blindfold on her while she was in the living nightmare he’d created for her. She felt the headband on her forehead being loosened. She felt her headband being removed.

She heard Stephen say, “kneel.”

She immediately knelt, still blindfolded.

Her blindfold was removed. She looked forward and up to see the man in front of her. This would be the man who would possess her for the rest of her life.

She saw… Stephen.

Stephen was seated in a chair in front of her. The room’s lighting made him easy to see. The window shades revealed that it was dark outside. He gazed down at her and smiled. He asked, “Will you be a good girl?”

“Yes, sir,” Sarah replied, “I will obey you, submit to you, and respect you.”

“That’s great. Everything you own is mine now. Your body is mine now.”

“Yes, sir.”

“From now on, you must do your best to please me.”

“Yes, sir. I will, sir.”

“We needed to test the recording on you first. We made the original recording with you, so testing on you eliminates many variables from our measurements. The measurements confirm that this worked perfectly. Your enslavement is absolute, unbreakable, and permanent. Tell me the truth, is there any limit to your obedience?”

“No, sir. No limits. I’ll obey your every command, without exception, forever. I will never do anything else.”

“Excellent. These measurements will let me make some adjustments. I’ll ensure that this recording will work on anyone else, and even more rapidly. Each of my key investors has pre-selected a woman to enslave. I’ll enslave each of those women in the next few days with this brain-movie. Each of my investors will be happy to pay my pre-arranged bonus for their new slave. Once I deliver on my promises, I will be an embarrassingly rich man. I’ll pay off your debts. No more gambling for you. From now on, you’ll do as I tell you.”

“Of course, sir.”

“Unless I tell you otherwise, in public you’ll dress as a horny slut. You’ll wear a skirt or dress with a hem barely below your crotch. Your top will barely cover your nipples. Under that you’ll wear a thong.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll dress any way you wish, sir.”

“You’ll live with me now. In private you’ll dress in a barely-there nightie and nothing else. That’s when I permit you to wear clothing at all. You’ll constantly pleasure me and ensure that I’m always sexually satisfied.”

“Yes, sir. My body is yours, sir. I will do my best to please you and pleasure you at all times.”

“You’ll also be my tool. We’re going to ensure that everyone experiences this brain-movie. Every woman who experiences it will become enslaved to the man she first sees when it ends.”

“Yes, sir. What about the men?”

“Men experience a different brain-movie. They receive great sexual pleasure by spanking you harshly, and are then stuck in sensory deprivation until they agree to some terms. Men won’t have to help us, but we won’t let them out until they agree to never work against or betray our plan to enslave women. True sensory deprivation doesn’t hurt, but it’s no fun either, so they’ll soon agree. We won’t require men to join our cause, but they’ll be greatly tempted to join us. Men who join us will be allowed have one enslaved woman, and the sooner they agree, the more women they can choose from. In return for joining, those men will help us spread the brain-movie worldwide. The men who do the best for our cause will be allowed to have more than one female slave. I told you that the world will be a different place when these brain-movies are released. I assure you, I meant it. People around the world will soon understand their proper gender roles. Eventually every woman will be owned by some man, and every man will own at least one woman. You’ll do everything you can to help make that happen.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be a good girl for you, sir. I’ll do all I can for you. I’ll do my best to help you enslave every woman around the world. I’m confused, though. How can you convert billions with a single player?”

“It was hard to create the recording, but the players are easy to produce. Now that we know it works, we’ll begin manufacturing. We’ve planned ahead. We’ll have a thousand players in a month, with more by next year. Eventually some will discover and resist us, but we’ll simply target those people for conversion. None will prevent our eventual victory. You’ll see. You’ll even help me.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Simply talking about all this makes me hard. Strip and suck my dick.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sarah immediately stood, stripped, knelt, fished out his cock, and began giving him a blowjob. She gave her all to pleasuring him. Her naked tits jiggled as her face moved rapidly up and down his shaft. She looked up to his face while she did. He looked down and smiled.

She continued to search for a sign of how to please him more. Her need to do her best to pleasure him was completely overwhelming. She gently brought one of his legs up to her pussy. She began masturbating on his leg, through his jeans, while continuing to serve his cock with her mouth. She looked up again to see him grinning further.

Stephen added, “One of our next steps will be dubbing the audio. We want these commands to be understood in every language of the world. I want to ensure every cunt’s body is owned by a man, no matter what language she understands. In some cultures it may be hard to enlist someone to voice such a raunchy scene. You’ll help me enlist good voice actors and actresses. The women will be easy to acquire, we’ll simply kidnap them and enslave them. In some cases you’ll enlist men by showing up, at their hotel room, naked and willing to sexually service them in any way they desire.”

Sarah nodded, acknowledging his words while continuing to fellate him and rub her pussy on his leg. She pondered her situation.

Sarah was relieved she was no longer trapped in the recording. Of course, she now had to obey him and submit to him forever. As she’d suspected, once she’d agreed to be his “good girl” forever, she could no longer do otherwise. She was too fearful to ever again seriously consider an alternative. He had told her to do her best to please him, so of course, she always would.

Through intense sexual experiences and harsh paddling she had learned her place. She would always, for the rest of her life, be obedient and submissive and respectful to the man who controlled her. She would always be his good girl. She didn’t want any of this, but her own desires were no longer relevant.

She knew she would do her best to help convert others. She would strive to convince women to undergo what she’d experienced. It would be easier when women naïvely allowed the trap to snap shut on them. She would do her best to trick them. Some women would need to be forced. She would help in those cases too. It wouldn’t matter how much willpower the women had. Once the process started, it was irresistible. They would all become obedient girls.

No woman would be safe. She was sure many women would be betrayed by those they most trusted. Each woman would briefly try to resist while she was trapped in the hellish nightmare of the brain-movie. Each would lose her struggle. Soon all of the world’s women would be put in their place and have the same submissive behavior.

She expected the transformation of the world wouldn’t take too long. Every day more and more people would be permanently converted to the cause. The man who could best craft the technology to stop this madness was instead orchestrating it.

Every woman would eventually be enslaved by some man. All women, without exception, would undergo the same experience Sarah had suffered. Every woman would learn total obedience from being endlessly fucked and from repeated harsh discipline over the knee.

THE END