If there was one thing Aoife hated the most about running her business, it was these stupid banquets she was always invited to. Every time her secretary would approach her, Aoife always knew when it was about one of these events. Just the way she composed herself, the awkward and apologetic smile said secretary gave when she delivered the news of, “you got another invitation” set Aoife’s blood to a boil. It always took all of the much taller, more dignified lady’s grace to bite her lip and respond with, “thank you. That will be all.”

Sure, networking was important, and it was a good idea generally to set aside some time for it in Aoife’s busy day… week… month… year. At least when Aoife started going to networking events, she had made a few new colleagues. And maybe one or two ‘friends’. But nowadays, years after Aoife formed Conform Inc., going was just a nuisance. It was just hours she could be spending on her next nefarious plan.

Or, rather, her next move for the company. Nothing nefarious was going on here, right? At least, that’s what people out of the know thought. To the average person, she was just your typical bitchy CEO who got to where she was through stepping on the backs of others. She was, by all means, a ‘cruel businesswoman’, but she wasn’t one to replace intelligence with cruelty. She was quite smart, having graduated at the top of her class in business school. That didn’t mean she didn’t occasionally pull a few strings or stab a few friends in the back.

Maybe that was why she never liked networking of any kind. She didn’t like playing nice. She didn’t like putting on a mask and pretending to care about other people’s endeavors, especially with how easily some people could see through that facade.

At least there would be good food. Aoife always liked this particular catering company. Housewarming, was its name; something about always making people feel cozy and warm, like they’re at home. It was all just marketing, obviously. But damn, their soups were peak quality.

Oh, and Aoife supposed there was that bit about how she and all the other dronification company CEOs were going to show off their latest accomplishments. By ‘accomplishments’, that obviously meant showing off how hypnotized their drones were. Aoife had already picked out the perfect specimen, the most brainwashed and obedient drone at her disposal. Her name was Minnie — at least, that was her name before Aoife brainwashed her into being only a set of numbers. What was her designation again? Aoife always got a massive headache just trying to recall each number. They were so randomized, that it was quite a massive strain to recall even one’s number.

Well, there was one Aoife always remembered — #0001. But that was for very weird reasons — and also quite literally because it was just the number one.

Aoife shook her head, refocusing. She was pretty proud of Minnie, overall. After all, it wasn’t super often that Aoife got to actually get to hypnotizing drones herself, these days. Maybe that’s what made Minnie so special — Aoife had seen the potential in her to be a great drone, took her out of her original position and made her one of Aoife’s right hand women. Or, right hand drones, more specifically.

Aoife was never really unsure about her abilities; she always knew she was one of the best of the best. One of. There was… one other person. One of the only men in the field. His name was Theodore, and he was one of Aoife’s classmates at the same business school. They were originally business partners, up until they had some disagreement Aoife couldn’t be bothered to remember.

Aoife only remembered him, and considered him special, because if it weren’t for Aoife pulling some strings with her grades… Theodore would have come out on top of her. And despite Aoife’s victory… that simple fact still made her blood boil.

The stream of thoughts going through Aoife’s head were interrupted when she heard the doorbell ring. She looked through her camera and saw none other than Minnie standing outside her fence. The look on her face, the fact there was emotion in it at all meant that she wasn’t in drone mode just yet. Good. Just as Aoife requested.

Aoife put in a line for a limousine to take the two of them to the banquet. Gathering her things and doing a cursory look over of herself in the mirror, she headed out to greet Minnie. When going to this banquets, Aoife would always choose to wear a fancy red cocktail dress with black heels. Not the same dress and heels every time, but a different variation of the outfit each time. Something about personal branding, or being recognizable or whatever.

Minnie, on the other hand, wore a floor length strapless black dress with a white silk covering over it. She was a taller girl, though not as tall as Aoife. She wasn’t necessarily average looking, but she didn’t have any obscenely noticeable features about her.

Then again, Aoife thought with a smirk as she approached Minnie, the best feature about her was how mindlessly obedient she could be.

“Good evening, Minnie,” Aoife greeted her with respect, curtsying just a bit. “I trust you had no issues getting here?”

Minnie shook her head. “None at all.” She wasn’t in drone mode quite yet, but Minnie was never really a girl of many words anyways. She always kept her answers short and simple. Aoife liked that, as well.

“Lovely weather, is it not?”

Minnie hummed in agreement. “It’s very warm, for early winter. I like it.”

“I like it as well.” Aoife wrapped an arm around Minnie’s shoulder; Minnie was used to the touch at this point, having gotten quite close to her superior. “I can’t stand the bitter cold.”

Minnie hummed once again. Making light conversation, the two waited until the limousine arrived a few minutes later. Aoife ushered Minnie in, and the two drove off in almost complete silence.

* * *

“Fuck,” Aoife muttered as she took another look at herself in her makeup mirror. Her dark red lipstick was smudged, and it seemed she forgot the exact shade she chose at home. Minnie turned to her, her mouth slightly agape — not that Aoife could particularly see through the reflections of the street lights. It wasn’t like Aoife to curse, she was much too composed for that.

Then again, something about Minnie threw Aoife… off. Aoife had taken quite the liking to Minnie, and a part of her wanted to impress Minnie. Impress? Protect? Or rather… she wanted Minnie to be hers.

Aoife scoffed a bit under her breath. That was a ludicrous thought. Minnie already was hers. She was Aoife’s employee, sure, but Minnie was a drone. She could be designated as Aoife’s property, and Minnie probably wouldn’t have any complaints about that. Minnie wasn’t one to complain, and she’d probably enjoy being Aoife’s property… right?

At least, Aoife hoped. But she wouldn’t say anything about it — no, she didn’t want to be that easily manipulated.

* * *

The banquet hall was much smaller than Aoife had anticipated. She never had been to this particular one. Come to think of it, this was actually the first time Minnie had accompanied Aoife to any get together; not that they hadn’t ‘spent time together’ outside of work before then, but it was the first time Aoife was showing off her employee.

Showing off. That made it sound like Minnie was some kind of trophy. Well, Aoife was proud of her, so in a way… maybe she was kind of a trophy, then?

The two waited in the limousine for anyone outside to enter. There was something to be said about being fashionably late to an event. After seeing the last person walk in — Theodore, Aoife recognized him through gritted teeth — the two stepped out of the cab and approached the door.

Just before entering, Aoife stopped Minnie at the doorstep. Grabbing her shoulders, Aoife turned Minnie to her and looked at her with intense, piercing eyes. Minnie’s eyes were… unreadable. Despite Aoife looking so closely into her brown eyes, Aoife could not sense what Minnie was feeling. Apprehension, perhaps? Maybe some… tension? But on the other hand, there was a sense of relief, or acceptance.

“Are you ready?” Aoife asked.

“Yeah.”

“You’re sure not to embarrass me, right?”

“Of course not,” Minnie shook her head.

Aoife sighed. Good. Minnie didn’t seem like she was going to betray Aoife, at the very least, at least not intentionally.

“Very good,” Aoife exhaled. Moving in close to Minnie’s ear, Aoife muttered, “initiating dronification sequence, activate.”

Minnie’s body suddenly shifted in its entirety. For a moment, her body tensed up, as if having electricity jolted through it. Then it relaxed, her eyes going half open in a trance-like state. If her eyes were unreadable before, they were more so now. They were empty, mindless, numb.

She was no longer Minnie. She was a drone.

“State your designation, drone,” Aoife ordered, staring at her property with a smug smile.

“This unit is #4723, currently addressing the designated Mistress Aoife.” Minnie’s voice spoke robotically, in a complete monotone, being unaffected by anything she just said or anything around her.

Aoife’s smirk curled up quite a bit more. “Good drone,” she praised #4723. “Such a smart, loving, and capable drone.”

She flashed her purse, which Aoife opened and pulled a smaller black silk bag from. She handed it to #4723. “Your attire for today is in this bag. I expect you to go to the bathroom and change once we get inside.”

“Affirmative, Mistress. This unit would like to know its protocol for tonight.”

Aoife snorted through her grin. “I’m sure you’ll know once you see the outfit, but… why don’t you play maid drone for me tonight, #4723?”

The drone took the bag, clutching it in her hands. “Affirmative, Mistress.”

* * *

It was a small group. That much Aoife knew would be the case, considering there weren’t actually many rich bitch CEOs like her. There were a few tables neatly arranged with a tablecloth and silverware and the whatnot. Aoife sat at one of the tables, alone, away from the rest of the CEOs.

Minnie — or rather, Drone #4723 — was off doing her job. Aoife looked her way. That maid outfit fit her quite nicely. Almost too nicely, if only because Aoife was pretty turned on seeing the drone bend over to show the latex tights underneath, or obediently serving food or drinks to the other CEOs. That latex dress was pretty fucking hot on her, all things considered.

The only downside was, Aoife had to talk herself down whenever she’d see someone affectionately touch the drone as if to thank her, or feel up her dress. Aoife bit her lip and forced herself to sit back down, but the fire burned within her. No. Minnie was hers. Her property.

That wasn’t to say that the other drones patrolling the area were quite nice. Not every CEO ended up bringing a drone, but the ones that did ended up bringing some damn fine and brainwashed robots. A CEO from a few cities over brought over her newest prototype — a reprogrammable drone. While chatting Aoife up, said CEO — her name was Tiffany, Aoife believed? — gave Aoife an ‘instruction’ list that offered advice on how to program the drone. It was pretty complicated, but quite nice.

Chatting up said drone… designation #5609… Aoife decided to play around a little with her. To give an instruction, apparently all Aoife had to do was say a certain trigger word.

“Instruction: #5609, begin braiding your hair.”

“Affirmative,” the drone spoke in the same robotic voice. The now nameless drone was a trans girl with long dirty blonde hair, separated into neat curly locks that draped down her neck. Her face was emotionless, as with all drones — the CEOs all had a certain protocol — but her sharp light blue lipstick was a nice touch to her simple white dress.

Immediately, the drone began braiding her hair, almost ruining the cute locks it was in. Aoife always loved that thrill of power, the rush she’d get from giving orders and having them be obeyed. Maybe that was really why she got into this stuff.

“Instruction: #5609…” Aoife took another look at the instruction list. There was also a list of trigger phrases and sounds or sights that would cause a certain reaction. Aoife picked the most interesting one with a smirk. “Tell.”

A complete honesty trigger — those were fun.

“This drone greatly dislikes the dress it is wearing. It much prefers black.”

Aoife’s smirk widened. “Tell,” she repeated, asking for another truth.

“This drone wishes that we decided on another catering company. The reason being this one does not offer harder alcohols such as tequila or rum.”

Aoife snorted. That was pretty funny… But she didn’t like how much it was complaining. It wasn’t befitting of such a nice drone to complain and whine so much.

“Tell. Tell me something positive.” Aoife paused while the drone thought. “Also, instruction: #5609, stop braiding your hair.”

“Affirmative.” The drone stopped braiding its hair — it looked quite silly with one of its locks only half braided. That little bit of humiliation was nice.

“This drone thinks you’re quite pretty.”

“Why, thank you,” Aoife laughed.

“In fact, this drone is having quite scandalous thoughts of the things it would like you to do to it.”

“Oh ho!” Aoife let out a boistrous laugh. She was quite, quite curious now. “Like what? Tell.”

“It would like you to use its favorite whip on it while you give it orders to pleasure you.” Aoife could have sworn she saw the drone give the slightest of an embarrassed smirk — maybe this drone wasn’t as well trained, but that made it much more amusing.

“Oh, I would love to do those things too,” Aoife admitted. “Maybe if your boss lets you, you can come find me.”

“This drone would like that.”

“Fantastic. That will be all. Oh, one more thing… Instruction, #5609: Only tell truths for the entire night until I tell you not to. Understood?”

“Affirmative.”

Aoife didn’t say anything else to the poor, humiliated drone, but she walked off with a final dark chuckle. Now this was why she came to the event — it was so nice to watch cute drones be so robotic and obedient. She probably would never see that particular drone again. In fact, someone else would probably reprogram it to stop telling so many damn truths.

Fast forwarding through the night, Aoife continued to keep to herself for another hour or so, before deciding to finally get up and socialize. She couldn’t help but notice Tiffany lowkey scowling at her — obviously displeased with what she did to the drone. Aoife simply smiled back.

She also caught the eye of her rival. Aoife seethed through her teeth as her eyes met with Theodore’s. His smile was always… nice. Warm. But Aoife knew there was something insiduous behind it — so although she smiled back, her eyes glinted with an “I’m watching you” type vibe. Aoife kept her eyes on him for a while while he turned to who was presumably his drone, and whispered something to them. What could he possible be saying, Aoife wondered?

Aoife instead decided to turn her attention and socialize with the CEO of StartingUp, a company that claimed to help entrepreneurs reach their goals or quotas — unfortunately or fortunately, it was just another ruse to make more mindless drones. These drones, however, were a bit… less cut-out than Aoife’s.

“Greetings,” Aoife greeted the woman with an outstretched hand. “Aoife. Conform Inc. A pleasure.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine. Celeste Anjela. I’m quite a big fan of your work, you know.” Celeste twirled her red hair in her fingers, leaning against the table coolly as she chatted up Aoife. “How are you enjoying your night?”

“It’s quite nice, seeing what sorts of creations people have come up with. You may have seen my drone wandering around… I believe she’s serving food to people now.” Aoife tilted her head in the direction of Minnie, who was indeed serving up a storm in her shiny latex maid outfit.

“Oh, she’s yours?” Celeste looked even more surprised at that. “She’s quite well trained. Is she just a maid, or…”

“No. She has a few modes. I’ve had her for a few years… I must say, she’s one of the drones I’m most proud of.” Aoife decided to steer the conversation away from herself — as much as she wanted to continue praising Minnie, she had better things to do. “And yourself? Who did you bring along?”

“Ah, yes. Brittney,” Celeste called out with a smirk. A much different looking drone walked over, clad in her own latex outfit — but this one very pink, and extremely skimpy. What was slightly more noticable was her platinum blonde hair, complete in two ponytails with pink streaks throughout them. But what was much, much more noticable was her set of massive tits that were almost sinking out of her crop top. Aoife had to admit, she blushed a bit looking at them, what with how much fun they looked to squeeze and tug…

“A fascinating specimen,” Aoife commented as if she was talking about a piece of art in a museum. “What is its designation?”

“Its designation is Brittney. She’s my prototype in a line of… ah, how do I say… bimbo drones?”

Celeste leaned in to add something interesting — “her real name is Bertha, but, y’know… I needed something a bit more fuckable.”

“Wow,” Aoife mouthed. “So, a bimbo drone… does that mean she’s, well… not that intelligent?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself? Ask her a question. Go on… don’t be afraid to dumb it down for her.”

Aoife thought for a moment, crossing her arms and looking down at Brittney. She certainly looked like a bimbo, and not just in dress — her perky lips gave this dopey smile and her eyes were completely vapid. She could not spot a single brain cell through them.

“Alright. Brittney… What’s two times three?”

“Uhh… like…” Brittney spoke with a giggle. “This drone, like, isn’t that good at math. What’s uh… times?”

Aoife had to stifle a laugh. This was far too entertaining. “You know. Like, if you have two, two, and two… what number does that make? Do you know?”

Brittney giggled again. Once again, no spark of intelligence shined through her face. “Like, I think that’s too confusing. Can you ask me, like… what two plus two is? I know what that is!”

A cackle slipped through Aoife’s lips. “Sure. What’s two plus two?”

“Like, twenty two!”

“Feel free to insult her,” Celeste whispered. “She likes it, as do I.”

Aoife took that advice graciously. Her pitying smile turned into a cruel, mocking grin. “Awww,” she cooed, “that’s not even close, you stupid idiot. You just put the numbers next to each other.”

“Ohhhh.” Brittney giggled again — that giggle was so fucking adorable, Aoife thought to herself. “So, like… was I right?”

“Sure,” Aoife scoffed with glee, turning her attention to someone much more intelligent. “So she doesn’t have any practical uses, I’d imagine. What’s she for in your company?”

“Oh, she keeps my employees — at least, the ones who aren’t drones… she makes them quite, quite happy. You know, since I made her, our productivity has increased almost tenfold. I would highly recommend it.”

“Like, tenfold…” Brittney pondered, or attempted to ponder. “Is that, like… it increased by ten?”

“Of course,” Celeste said with faux affection to Brittney. “Brittney, I’m talking to someone much more interesting. Why don’t you go around and see if anyone needs your mouth for anything?”

“Like, okay!” Brittney said with a happy, ditzy grin, wandering away.

Aoife’s eyes glanced around, amusement still dancing in them. Her eyes met the maid drone she had so lovingly hypnotized. Minnie. #4723. Her eyes met Aoife’s as well, and thought Aoife gave a slight smile her way — a small moment of affection — Minnie didn’t register the fact she was supposed to smile back.

Aoife didn’t take offense, though. She knew Minnie was far too gone to remember social norms. Aoife watched as Minnie went into the bathrooms — probably to use them, she presumed, as Minnie still had enough consciousness to know to do that much.

* * *

Aoife wasn’t wrong — Minnie did have to use the loo — but she was soon stopped in her tracks in the otherwise empty hallway. #4723 wasn’t surprised — she couldn’t feel surprise, after all — but she was pretty thrown off when another drone stood in her way.

She had known this drone. Not directly, but Aoife had told her about this type of drone. They all wore the same outfit — a tight black dress with leather harnesses around it, and silver chains to go with it. It was faceless, wearing a full cover helmet, but they were all girls. #4723 never met one of these drones, but Aoife always spoke of them with such distaste.

After all, they were all Aoife’s rival’s drones.

“Please step aside,” #4723 spoke robotically. “This drone has to use the facilities.”

“I’m quite afraid you can’t do that.” The other drone didn’t speak with the same monotone type robotic voice — after all, that wasn’t the purpose of these drones. They weren’t hypnotized to be emotionless, they were hypnotized to blindly serve a purpose. Theodore had a very different attitude with that sort of thing.

“State your designation,” #4723 ordered.

“This drone is designated #0015,” she spoke. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to end your cooperation with Conform Inc.”

“This drone will not do that.”

“Are you sure?” #0015’s voice was sultry and provocative — if Minnie had access to her emotions, then she would certainly be angry, provoked, on the attack. “You’re conditioned to be an obedient drone, aren’t you? Well, your cute Mistress Aoife’s not the only one you can obey. It’s much more fun to obey… a Mistress Domme Drone, don’t you think?”

#4723 didn’t respond; instead, she tried to step past the obstructive drone. She was spouting ridiculous things, and #4723 didn’t nearly have enough energy or time for it. She had to get back to serving the CEOs, as soon as possible. That was her only task for tonight — not to engage with this meddlesome drone.

However, as soon as #4723 tried to step past #0015, she was caught in sudden bondage. #0015 had grabbed a few strips of rope, using them to quickly and expertly tie up the maid drone into an immobilized state. Pushing the now bound #4723 against a wall, #0015 grinned greedily at her.

“Let me go,” #4723 ordered, although it was clear her brain was not fully processing what was going on.

“Unfortunately, this unit cannot do that,” #0015 stated. “Let’s see… what were your triggers again… Ah, yes, I remember now.”

“Let me go,” #4723 spoke up again, this time a touch louder, now struggling against the ropes.

“Order given: Stop struggling now.”

With the brainwashing that Minnie originally got upon joining Conform Inc., that was the exact trigger that was given to her. How in the world did this drone know? Were they being spied on?

“Please stop.”

“Order given: Beg for more.”

The trigger unfortunately did not have any restrictions on who could use it; so, without a second thought (or any thought), #4723 immediately hopped onto begging. “This drone requests more. This drone requests more. This drone requests—“

“Ugh, just say the words more and please,” #0015 groaned.

“More. Please. More. Please. More. Please.” #4723 repeated the words mindlessly, her eyes glazing over.

“That’s it,” #0015 grinned, grabbing the smaller drones shoulders and turning her around to slam her face against the wall ruthlessly. Running her fingers up and down #4723’s back, #0015 eventually reached the drone’s ass, rubbing it lovingly. “Such a good drone. Aoife may be inexperienced, but she sure is smart. You know when to obey — that’s a good thing.”

Slap! #4723 let out a cry as #0015’s hand came down with a hard spank against her ass. And yet, #4723 repeated the words more and please mindlessly, coaxing #0015 on to give her another spank, and another, and another.

“You want to obey me, don’t you?” #0015 asked coyly. “Order given: Say yes.”

“Yes.”

“So you want to leave Aoife’s group and join us, yes? Order given: Say yes.”

This time, Minnie fought back against the overwhelming urge to comply. She wanted to obey. Obeying was in her code. She groaned and moaned, trying not to say yes. She didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want to abandon her purpose of serving Aoife, of serving Conform Inc.

And yet, when #0015 noticed her resistance, she used more pain play to coax an answer out of #4723. Scratching her, pulling her hair, giving her more and more spanks. #4723 writhed.

“Say yes. Obey. Join us.”

“N-no.” #4723 got it in her to somehow say that.

“Why, Aoife must not have trained you that well if you’re able to say no.” #0015 cackled just a bit. “Well, my boss should be here soon to convince you a bit better. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

#4723 didn’t respond. She writhed some more, trying to get free.

“Ah, there you are,” a man’s soft, dark voice came just on cue — Theodore, #0015’s boss and creator, walked into the hallway to greet the two. #4723 looked at him. Suddenly, there was horror in her eyes — the brainwashing was breaking as the reality of the situation began to break #4723’s conditioning.

“You did well, #0015. Thank you for catching her.” Theodore praised #0015 well. His voice sounded so kind, so warm and generous and gentle. And yet, Minnie still didn’t want to join them.

In her heart, she began to pray for Aoife to come over, to save her and drag her away from this mess.

“Alright, well, she doesn’t seem to be complying. Let’s take her back so we can do this right this time.” They were about to wheel the newly noncompliant Minnie away to do more in depth brainwashing, until they turned around and saw none other than a very displeased Aoife standing there with her arms crossed.

“Hold it.” Theodore was, unfortunately for him, stopped in his tracks by the other CEO. “Just what do you think you’re doing with my drone? Wasn’t this supposed to be a pleasant occasion? You know… one with goodwill?”

“Oh please, Aoife. Don’t think I didn’t catch you staring at me with those angry eyes. Your passive aggression shines through much more than you know,” Theodore’s smile was still so nice as he spoke, and if Aoife was not as smart, she would think it was genuine. Some sort of dark magic, almost.

“Yes, because the competition of the marketplace is a great excuse to steal my drones. To disrespect my property.” Aoife glared daggers into Theodore. “Not to mention… you knew my drone’s trigger phrase. That’s pretty confidential information, if I do say so myself. So… what was it? Hidden cameras? Spies? Or, hmm… did you happen to have some talented hacker on your side?”

“I don’t think any of that changes the way we have access to your information. Why don’t you just give up?”

Aoife smirked — the way she smirked definitely threw off her rival. Theodore stumbled a bit, asking, “so, that smirk… what’s it for?”

“You seem to forget how I got ahead in business school. You play dirty, sure. But you like to assume that no one else has tried what you have.”

“What?”

“#0015, dissasemble and disintegrate.”

#0015 let out some sort of yelp, collapsing to the floor in a disheartened and unmobile state. Suddenly, she broke into light sobs and chokes.

“#0015, what…” Theodore looked aghast at the fallen drone, while Minnie used the opportunity to free herself from the ropes and get the hell out of the way. Minnie rushed back to Aoife’s side, going behind her and cowering in fright. She clutched onto Aoife’s dress, shaking from the stress of what just happened. It was honestly pretty cute to Aoife, and she would have been taken by it, if she wasn’t busy being pissed at her rival.

“#0015! Get back up!” Theodore walked over to the drone. The drone responded with taking off her helmet, stumbling up and walking back against the wall. “Only I’m allowed to use that trigger! Me!”

“Yes, but you didn’t state that when brainwashing her, did you?” Aoife smirked triumphantly, gazing deeply at Theodore. “Face it, Theodore. I’m always one step ahead of you. Look at your precious drone. Years of conditioning… gone with one word.”

“How… how did you…” Theodore was simply aghast at the fact that Aoife had used the exact same spying tactics he had. The previously designated #0015, terrified, began to run off despite her former boss’ protests. It was absolutely clear who had the upper hand here.

“I’d advise you to stay out of my company,” Aoife suggested. “If you don’t… well, you might find yourself quite droneless soon.”

The goateed man growled, trying to think of the right thing to say. Knowing that he’d have to recondition his entire megacorporation was hard enough, but losing to his rival for what seemed like the millionth time… it stung for him. For Aoife, though?

Victory has never been sweeter.

“I believe I’ll take my leave now.” Tugging at Minnie’s side, Aoife took her leave, giving no final glances to the lost and disparaged Theodore.

Once out of his sight, Minnie quietly spoke up. It was clear she was absolutely ashamed by what happened. She had lost control so easily — if she didn’t have enough free will, she might have actually ended up submitting to Theodore.

“Mistress,” Minnie whispered, tears in her eyes. “Am I going to be punished for tonight?”

Aoife glanced over at Minnie as they walked over to their cab. Aoife had to admit… she looked quite adorable when she was scared. But she’d been through enough tonight, and Aoife had to show at least some mercy on her drone who had been so, so obedient otherwise.

Networking for the foreseeable future was out of the question, though.

“No,” Aoife smiled. Her smile quickly turned cold as she added, “but you’re certainly not getting any orgasms for a long, long time.”