I knelt silently at the foot of the couch, my head bowed in submission with my hands placed atop my thighs. Before me sat Master, well-dressed in a black suit. All resistance I had mustered over the days of my escape had been reduced to ash. I was a slave who had abandoned her Master and duties. I was to be punished, and I deserved it.

“So, did she tell you how she escaped?” Master asked. The question was directed to Tiff, my sister, who was sitting in a nearby lounge chair.

“Sort of. She mentioned something about redirecting her programming, but I didn’t get the full details. You might need to interrogate her properly for an in-depth answer,” she answered. The way she spoke with him was so… Conversational. Casual, even.

“I see…” Master muttered. I held my head firmly to the ground. A brief moment of silence allowed me an instant of clear thought. What was happening? Why did Master and Tiff know each other? Why had she called him instead of the police?

“W-Why?” I muttered under my breath.

“Why? Why what?” Master asked pointedly. I shut my mouth, not daring to speak another word without his permission.

“Hmm, it doesn’t seem like your programming is totally broken, considering how much deference you’re showing me…” Master observed. I held my pose, but shifted my head ever so slightly to the left. It was enough for him to understand.

“Ah, of course. Your question wasn’t directed to me,” he stated, a hint of curiosity in his voice. “Well? Care to explain yourself, Tiffany?”

“That hardly seems necessary,” Tiff remarked.

“Come now, don’t you think you owe her the truth? We’ll be wiping her mind clean soon anyways, if you have anything to get off your chest this is your last chance,” Master persisted.

“W-Why?” I muttered, ever so slightly louder than before. This time, Master didn’t reprimand me.

“You can look at her,” Master commanded, permitting me to turn my head to face my sister. Tiff looked uncomfortable, avoiding my gaze as much as she could before we locked eyes. I watched as her discomfort morphed into a strange look of pity.

“Look, I- I had a good reason, I…” she stammered. I watched on, completely baffled. What on Earth was she talking about?

Upon noticing my bewilderment, a change overtook her. Her discomfort gave way to frustration as she stared down at me.

“Okay, fine, I don’t have a good reason! A good person wouldn’t have done what I did. But you know what? I’m fine with that. I don’t have any delusions about who I am, and that’s more than you’ve ever been able to say!” she blurted.

I recoiled at the harsh turn in her voice. “What are you talking about? You’re my sister,” I exclaimed, eyes still wide with disbelief.

Tiff glared daggers at me. “Yep, I’m your sister. Your boring, inferior sister. The one that our parents barely noticed while their perfect, beautiful oldest daughter was rising in her career. The one that got ‘okay’ grades in school while you were top of the class. The one that every guy asked out only after they shot their shot with you. God, do you even realize how obnoxious it was living like that? Spending every moment in your dumb, perfect shadow?”

I watched in horror as she ranted on. What was she talking about? I thought she cared about me!

“Then we started our careers. Your bosses were practically falling over themselves to give your promotions from the get-go. I actually had a dream, and I had to fucking work for it! I spent years trying to get my business going, but no, because I wasn’t perfect like you, I failed. And when I tried to get support from Mom and Dad, you know what they made me do? Beg you for a job.”

I felt frozen, like a child being yelled at by their parent. The barrage of resentment coming from Tiff felt so potent, yet I couldn’t remember a single thing about it. The guilt I felt was fully adrift, with nothing in my mind to attach it to.

“God, I still remember that day. How ‘happy’ you were to see me, how ‘delighted’ you’d be to help me get started in your field. How you knew a journalist in need of an assistant that I would be ‘such a great fit for.’ It was so humiliating, and you treated it like it was fucking afternoon tea. But I did what I always did—I sucked it up.”

Was this real hatred? Did she genuinely dislike me this much? Maybe it was some sort of ploy, maybe…

No. She was the one that had called Master here to begin with. She knew how to contact him. She knew who he was…

“You knew…” I whispered, watching as she balled her fists.

“Knew what? Him? Yeah, I knew. Of course I knew! I was the one that—”

“Okay, calm down,” Master said, gesturing calmly with his hand. I felt his voice wash over me like a wave, the sting of Tiff’s betrayal soothed by his authority. Tiff was still visibly angry, but ceased her diatribe.

“Let me answer some questions for you, Tuesday,” Master began. I shuddered hearing my slave name in his voice again. My true name.

“A little over a year ago, I got an email from a journalist. Well, assistant journalist. Apparently she’d been assigned to follow some useless lead about my compound by her lazy boss and decided to go above and beyond. She’d snuck onto my compound, documented everything she’d seen, and threatened to report me to the police. That journalist was none other than Tiffany here”

I couldn’t move, but my mind struggled to process. Tiff knew about the compound for over a year?

“I was worried, of course, but then I kept reading. She hadn’t reported anything, instead she wanted to meet in person to discuss. Of course I agreed, hoping to find a way to keep everything buried. I fully expected it to be some sort of sting operation, but what choice did I have? So we met in a diner, alongside a couple members of my security team. That’s when our encounter turned from threatening to entrepreneurial.”

Entrepreneurial?

“She laid out all the evidence: Countless pictures and videos, documentation confirming the identities of several missing women, more than enough to put me away for good. So imagine my surprise when she instead offered to make a deal.”

A deal? Wait…

“She’d get rid of the evidence, keep everything under wraps, and leave me to my devices. All I had to do was get rid of her overbearing older sister.”

Get rid of…

“Me?” I asked, astonished. I whipped around to face Tiff, but her fiery anger had given way to a cold, calculating indifference. She looked nothing like the charming little sister I pictured from my few memories. That person was gone, replaced by a woman who looked at me with nothing but disdain.

“Turns out she was some media bigwig and Tiffany wanted to climb the corporate ladder, get out from under her sister’s thumb. As luck would have it, her sister was also pretty hot. I happily agreed to the arrangement, and she gave me your address. Soon enough I sent a couple of my slaves to meet you at your home, with a programming screen in tow. You followed them into my car, and were delivered to me the very next day. That’s how you became my slave, Tuesday.”

Each new piece of information crashed on top of the next and crushed me beneath its weight. Tiff hated me? She’d investigated the compound? She had arranged my enslavement? Amidst the tempest in my mind, a question sprung forth.

“Why? Why did I miss her so much that seeing her face let me break free?” I asked.

Master shrugged. “You probably loved her. I’m no therapist, but it sounds like her hatred is pretty one-sided. You know, Tuesday, part of our agreement involved changing your will so that Tiff would be the sole inheritor of your estate when you went missing. We had you all programmed and everything, but it turned out she already was!” Master chuckled a little, like it was funny somehow.

“So then, this house—” I began.

“Yep, it was your house, Tuesday. Until it went to her,” Master stated, gesturing toward Tiff.

I glanced around the room again. The statues, the painting, the furniture, it all began to take on a familiar quality it hadn’t before. This… This was MY house!

Tiff began to speak. “Honestly, I was surprised you didn’t recognize it. Then again, you always were more clueless than people gave you credit for.”

To my own surprise, I jolted towards her. It was as if all the anger of the betrayal had hit at once. I wasn’t clueless, I trusted her! Tiff jumped back in her chair, bringing her arms to a defensive position.

“Stop!” Master commanded. I fell to the floor. He still had more power over me than I had over myself. “Close call, huh?” Master remarked casually. Tiff, still catching her breath, didn’t respond. “At any rate, I’d best get her back to the compound now. Sunday!”

At his beckoning, Sunday emerged from around the corner, rolling a portable television screen. She was entirely naked save for a pair of tall black heels. Her blonde curls bobbed in tandem with her exposed breasts as she wheeled the television into the room.

I knew what was coming, what re-enslavement would mean for me. It would be subservience without bliss, obedience without pleasure. I wouldn’t be a proud servant, I’d be an example—a cautionary tale for the slaves that ranked above me. Master would offer no kinder fate to a traitor.

“Tiff, please,” I whispered, but my sister said nothing. Instead, she smirked.

“You know, I’m actually really glad I got to see you again, Maddie,” she explained, “It was insanely gratifying seeing you crawling to my doorstep in that ridiculous outfit, and even more so hearing all the ways he degraded you.”

She leaned in closer, close enough that only I could hear. “But the best part was hearing how much you enjoyed it. I feel so vindicated knowing that you were just as happy when you were a braindead slave as you were when you were an executive. It means you were never anything more than an attention whore. Goodbye, Maddie, and don’t remember me this time.”

I felt the last of my hope drain from my body. Tiff was never on my side, not for a single second. My life, my mantra, it was all for nothing. I never should have left the compound.

“Tuesday, it’s time. Please look at the screen,” Sunday commanded. My neck shifted on its own, directing my eyes toward the blank screen that would soon turn me into a mindless slave once more. I had no hope of escaping this fate. Tiff was the only lifeline that allowed me to flee to begin with, and whatever she’d represented to me turned out to be a complete fabrication. There was nothing. I was nothing.

As I gazed into the screen, waiting for the flashing images to flood my brain, I caught sight of my reflection. I saw dark brown eyes that practically blended into the blackness of the glass. Somehow, in spite of everything, the image captured a glint of something I hadn’t seen in myself before.

Pride.

I hadn’t escaped because of Tiff alone. She was the catalyst, yes, but I had been the one to subvert my programming. I was the one to overcome Master’s pull on my mind. I was the one that navigated a world I had no recollection of and tracked down the only person I had any connection to. Tiff hadn’t done that, and neither had Master. That was me!

I wasn’t giving up, my newfound pride wouldn’t allow it, but how could I escape my fate? I couldn’t will myself to fight back, I couldn’t even look away from the screen.

Wait, that wasn’t a problem. I didn’t escape the compound through sheer force of will either, I used my brain.

Wait, Master had made a deal with Tiffany to arrange my capture. That meant he was open to bargaining. But what did I have to bargain with?

Wait…

“Wait!” I shouted, catching everyone in the room by surprise. Sunday was mere moments away from plugging in the television. Even Master, who had been so quick to halt my earlier outburst, was shocked at my ability to raise my voice in his presence.

“Master, permission to speak?” I requested. A long, tense silence filled the room before he finally spoke.

“Granted,” he said cautiously, leaning in as if to listen more closely.

This was my only chance, and I couldn’t waste it. “Master, I was able to escape your custody, even when my memories had been all but erased. Even with all your failsafes, I still broke free. Do you know why?”

“Tiffany said it was some sort of gap in the programming,” Master answered.

“No, not a gap—a vulnerability in its very structure. I escaped not through force of will, but by turning your programming to my benefit,” I explained.

“Okay, and?” Master asked. He was getting impatient, I needed to hurry.

“If I could escape that way, others could as well. Your programming is powerful, but it’s not bulletproof. You couldn’t possibly have been able to see the flaws that allowed me to escape, because you were always on the outside. I’ve been your slave—I know what it’s like to be programmed to your whims, and I know what it’s like to defy them.”

“Could you just brainwash her and be done with it already?” Tiff demanded, her impatience betraying a palpable anxiety.

“Go on…” Master permitted, a flash of intrigue running across his face.

“You can enslave me again, just as you did before, and it’s true that I’ll probably never be able to escape again. But I can give you so much more than just worship. Please, let me be in charge of your programming.

Master scoffed. “You? In charge?”

The slave in me burned with humiliation, but I pressed not, not daring to show an ounce of doubt. “I know the mind of a slave inside and out, I can make your programming stronger. I can tailor it to specific slaves, to your exact preferences. I can close any loophole that could be used to challenge your authority.”

I prostrated myself before him, bringing my face to the ground at his feet. “Please, Master, allow me to serve you with more than my body.”

Tiff laughed derisively from behind me. “Wow, she’s really giving you the hard sell, huh? How pathetic. Come on, let’s get this over with.”

Master, however, said nothing. I had my face to the ground, so I couldn’t study his expression. Was he bemused? Angry? Or was he genuinely considering my offer?

Finally, the silence broke. “Sunday, I have a question,” he said.

“Yes, Master?” Sunday responded.

“Have you ever considered fleeing your life as a slave? For even a second?”

Sunday hesitated, before speaking up. “...Y-Yes, Master, but only once. I had just—”

“You had just finished breaking in a new slave, right?” I interrupted. Sunday, wide-eyed, stared down at me.

“Y-Yes, how did you…?”

“I know what it’s like, the longing that comes with being trained to devote yourself and having to sit and watch while one of your sister slaves does the duty you crave. It must be especially intense for you, given you’re responsible for training your own competition, right?”

Sunday nodded, a cathartic longing etched upon her face. “I love Master so dearly, and it’s so difficult not to serve him. One time, just briefly, I wondered…” Sunday paused, mustering her courage to speak, “I wondered if there were others out there who I could devote myself to. I’m so sorry Master, it was a single thought and I disregarded it immediately.”

“And yet you still remember that thought even now,” Master observed, causing Sunday to hang her head in shame. He then looked down at me.

“Well observed,” he praised.

I felt myself surging with pride, both in my ability to serve Master and myself. This wasn’t about service, however, it was about negotiation. “Thank you Master, but I never could have made that kind of discovery without my free will. The struggle between freedom and enslavement, that’s where the vulnerabilities in your programming lie. I will happily continue to serve you, but I would ask for a degree of freedom in return.”

Master raised an eyebrow. “Freedom? What kind of freedom?”

“The freedom to have my own name, to live in my own house. I would still work to support you and your slaves, of course, but I would like to have a life outside the compound as well. I want to exist in both worlds.”

Master pondered silently for a long, agonizing moment before speaking again. “I’m not inherently opposed to such an arrangement, Tuesday, but there are a couple problems,” he explained. I brought my head up to see his face. “I still very much like you as my slave, you fulfill a physical niche that would be very much missing among my slaves were you to take on this new responsibility. Moreover, this isn’t your house anymore, and I don’t get the sense your sister would take so kindly to your return.”

“That’s very much the case,” Tiff interjected sharply, “And I’d like to remind you that I still have plenty of evidence of your criminal activities. We made a deal, and I expect you to honor it.”

Silently, I grinned. Tiff had just made a fatal error.

“If I may, Master, I believe I have a simple solution for your problems. You need a new slave that looks similar to me, as well as a way to eliminate my sister’s leverage against you. Might I make a suggestion?” I glanced back at Tiff, flashing her a knowing smirk.

“Oh, fuck you,” Tiff uttered under her breath before turning her attention to Master, “You can’t seriously be considering this, can you?”

Master observed her, eyeing her up and down in a way that he hadn’t before, like he was assessing her. “You know, you really do resemble your sister,” he noted. I watched as the color drained from Tiff’s face. Master nodded towards Sunday, who rotated the television to face Tiff.

With all eyes on her, Tiff’s demeanor rapidly shifted from anger to panic. “W-Wait, there’s no need for any of this. Look, I-I’ll destroy the evidence, I’ll let Maddie go, I’ll never bother any of you again.”

“Compelling offers, but I’m afraid I still need a slave,” Master said bluntly before turning to me. “Care to do the honors?”

I rose up off the floor, taking my place next to Sunday as she plugged in the television.

“Maddie, Maddie please!” Tiff begged, tears welling in her eyes.

“Sorry, Tiff, I guess you were a bit more clueless than I gave you credit for,” I said.

TIff stared into my eyes, her hands shaking as she processed what I had said. I watched as the rage within her boiled over, supplanting the fear and panic she had been consumed by moments ago. She attempted to lunge at me, but barely got off the seat before I flipped a switch on the television, sending an array of flashing images directly into her eyes.

Her anger was quelled immediately. She dropped silently back into the chair she had been sitting, her wide-eyed gaze fixated on the screen as her arms fell slack. Her body sunk into the chair, her mind lost in a sea of programmed commands designed to reduce her to a blank slate, just as mine had been over a year ago.

Master chuckled from the corner of the room. “She dropped quick, just like you did. I think she’ll make a fine slave. How interesting that two sisters would both offer the other to me in exchange for a favor. That’s not something you see every day.

“I suppose not,” I noted, “So, shall we discuss my new responsibilities?”

“Yes, let’s. Sunday, please escort our new slave to the car while Tuesday and I talk.”

“Maddie, Master. My name is Maddie,” I corrected.

Master looked at me again with that calculated, domineering stare before giving way to a coy grin. “Alright then. I look forward to doing business with you, Maddie.”

From my office chair, I leaned back and stretched my arms, fingers interlocked. The setting sun cast shadows across the room from the open window. It had been an exhausting couple months, but I was finally starting to fall into a rhythm. It was front page news for a week or two, “Missing Executive Found Alive After Being Missing for Over a Year,” but eventually the story faded from the limelight as people got on with their lives. Master and I were able to concoct a convincing enough story about me suffering a head injury on a hike that caused amnesia. Only recently had I realized I was a missing person and returned to public life. Viricom had even been gracious enough to offer me my old job back, an offer I happily accepted, provided I was given a few months to set my affairs in order first.

During my time off I applied myself to reclaiming as much of my old life as I could. I redecorated my house, reconnected with old coworkers I still couldn’t remember, and began poring through my old notes and documents to regain the knowledge I needed to do my job. It was hard work, but I found myself more than capable of rising to the occasion. I’d even been able to set aside a sizable amount of money for a pair of anonymous donations to a couple hardworking individuals, namely a friendly truck driver and a local waitress who had “assisted” in my recovery.

In addition, I was hard at work trying to find internal balance. Master had stipulated that I would not be permitted to undo my own programming, a compromise I was willing to make for my independence. The side effect of that compromise was an unflinching sense of loyalty to him, an overwhelming desire to serve his needs, and a nigh-unquenchable libido. Thankfully I was still plenty attractive enough to bring as many lovers as I needed home to satisfy me, though none were as fulfilling as Master was.

I was in the middle of pouring myself another coffee when I heard the video call signal ring on my monitor. I set my drink down and hurried back into the office. This was a call I couldn’t miss. I clicked ‘accept’ and watched as a live feed opened up.

“Good evening, Master,” I greeted, bowing my head.

“Good evening, Maddie. I’m just calling to report on the progress of your latest program,” Master said with a smile. He then angled the camera down, just enough to show beneath his waist. Tiff knelt at his feet, her chic bob swaying as she vigorously bobbed up and down on his cock. She was wearing a set of deep blue topless lingerie that I recognized as an evening uniform for slaves at the compound.

“I see it’s going well, then!” I noted, putting aside the twinge of jealousy I felt as I saw my sister service our Master. Evidently my own programming still held a noteworthy sway over my thoughts.

Tiff’s exit from public life had been far more mundane than mine. After giving me all her worldly possessions, many of which had originally belonged to me anyways, she quietly resigned from her position and moved away to live with her new “boyfriend.” Nobody reported her missing. Nobody needed to.

“That it is,” Master began, his voice quavering just slightly from the blowjob he was receiving, “Your suggestion to make the memory wipe gradual instead of instantaneous has produced interesting results. I have to admit, it’s satisfying watching her will fall apart in real time.”

“I imagine it would be. It should also be a lot more thorough than the single memory wipe you were employing before. If all goes according to plan, a few more weeks will ensure she has no memory whatsoever of her old life,” I explained.

On hearing that comment, Tiff momentarily popped her lips off of Master’s cock and turned toward the camera. She studied the screen for a moment, before her eyes widened. “...Mad—”

“That’s enough distraction, Tuesday, return to the task at hand,” Master commanded. I felt myself getting wet just hearing that name out of his mouth, even if it wasn’t mine anymore. Tiff looked at me, then back at Master’s cock, still coated with her saliva. A moment later, she once again enveloped his dick in her mouth, the brief moment of recognition between us swiftly forgotten.

“She’s skilled, you know, but not quite at your level yet,” Master commented, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes as Tiff pleasured him. I smiled, knowing I hadn’t yet been surpassed.

“She will be with enough time and training,” I reassured. Master opened his eyes again, examining me through the screen. “You know, I think she has slightly smaller tits than yours, too.

“Apologies, Master, allow me to help with that,” I said, sliding my hands under my breasts and pulling them free from my dress. Master smiled at the sight, his gaze focused firmly on my chest. Seeing Master’s growing satisfaction was more than enough to have an effect on me as well. Holding my breath, I slid my hand beneath my low-cut dress, placed my fingers atop my clit, and began to rub.

“H-Have you finished Sunday’s retraining package yet?” Master asked.

“N-No, Master, I still need time to build up the extra satisfaction routines. I should need another week,” I panted.

“That’s alright, I- Oh fuck- It’s not urgent. It’s more important that you work on the improved weekly reprogramming. How’s that coming along?”

“I- Ohhhhhhh…,” I moaned, “I should be able to send that to you tomorrow,” I confirmed through the waves of pleasure crashing through my body.

“Perfect, well done slave,” he praised.

“Thank you, Master,” Tiff and I said in unison as she popped her head off his dick once more.

“Tuesday, you are not to stop pleasuring Master unless he expressly orders it!” I scolded through the video call. Tiff looked wounded. I briefly reminisced on my own time in her position, when such a reprimand felt like the end of the world. Regardless, I felt no pity for her.

“That’s correct, Tuesday. Now bend over, I’m going to finish inside you,” Master ordered.

“Yes, Master,” Tiff affirmed, getting off her knees and planting her elbows on the desk in front of her. She and I were now face-to-face over the screen, her sizable tits dangling above the keyboard as Master positioned himself behind her. I watched her body lurch forward as Master began thrusting from behind, the webcam shaking slightly along with her. The sight, which once would have horrified me, was now uniquely exciting. I pressed harder onto my clit.

I watched as Tiff’s face contorted with pleasure, each push bringing her closer to a climax I knew she now lived for. For just a moment, the two of us locked eyes. She looked into me, her expression distant, before her attention was pulled away by the rhythm of her Master’s thrusting. I watched as her body rocked, her ass rippling and breasts swaying while Master plowed into her from behind. For just a moment I wished it was me instead of her, lost in that infinite desire to please and the infinite satisfaction of knowing you were serving your life’s only purpose

“Ohhhhhhh!” she moaned, rapidly accelerating toward a matching climax with Master, who was increasing his one pace in turn. I tried to match their pace myself as I plunged two fingers into my pussy, pressing my wrist firmly against my clit as I did. I wanted Master there with me, I wanted him to ravish me. Instead, I had to be satisfied with watching him fill Tiff’s pussy as he reached climax, slowing down as he gripped her ass, pumping every last drop of his cum inside her. The corners of Tiff’s mouth lifted to a blissful grin as Master withdrew from her pussy.

I watched the scene in front of me as I held my breath, the only movement in my body being the sliding of my fingers in and out of my own pussy. I was so close to a shattering orgasm, I just needed a bit more. Finally, Master looked back at the webcam. I must have looked so disheveled with my tits out and my legs spread, furiously fucking myself with my fingers…

Master smirked, “Maddie, cum for me,” he commanded. I obeyed him. I let you a howl of pleasure as my body felt like it folded in on himself. His word, his command, it was enough to double the immense pleasure I was already feeling. For just a moment, I was his slave again. His servant. His Tuesday.

After a few blissful moments, Master spoke once more, “Well, this has been fun, but I’m exhausted. Tuesday, make my bed for me.”

“Yes, Master,” Tiff affirmed, lifting herself off the desk and marching out of frame on the way to fulfill her next task, cum dripping down her thigh. Master then returned his attention to me.

“This arrangement is working well so far, Maddie. You know what your next tasks are?” he asked.

“Yes, Master. First the weekly programming, then Sunday’s program, with periodic updates for Tiff- Sorry, Tuesday,” I confirmed.

“Good girl. I’ll check in with you next week,” he said before shutting off the feed. The screen went dark just as my knees began to shake from the second orgasm that came from hearing his praise. I sat splayed out in my chair for several minutes before regaining my composure and returning to the kitchen to collect my coffee, which had cooled substantially since I set it down. I didn’t mind.

As I sipped from my mug, I looked out my window over the horizon. The last sunlight was fading from view, bringing a black curtain down across a brilliant golden sunset. I hadn’t fully escaped my Master, but was that even what I had set out to do? I fled the compound in search of a person I loved and an identity I had forgotten. I sought freedom for the sake of finding answers, for certainty, and I finally had it. I let out a satisfied sigh as I closed my eyes and recited my mantra.

I have a name

I have a life

I had a sister

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