Feminine Obedience Academy: Pamela

DISCLAIMER: This book is fiction. Every name, place, character, and event are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is pure coincidence. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

SYNOPSIS: Pamela is a bit older than the usual student at the Feminine Obedience Academy. However, the career woman, one of the few remaining after the war, is sent there to recover from her personal demons and learn the proper place and purpose of women.

Jenni was new to the pleasure resort after leaving the Feminine Obedience Academy upon completion of her first semester. The incredible men of the Feminine Obedience Academy had deemed her to be a bit of surplus to their needs, and thus she was skipped past a SERVANT semester and straight to a DOLL one in a permanent state until a buyer could be found for her.

The 21-year-old brunette woke from sleep alongside her DOLL sisters. She sat up in the tube her body had been recharging in overnight and gave a manicured wave to another sister. All of their neuro-chips activated for the day at the same time as a sense of happiness filled their bodies, which had been reinvigorated by a nutrient charge and deep sleep. Their visual screens showed nominal readings.

Jenni, unlike at the Feminine Obedience Academy where DOLLs did not retain their individual names, had been out the evening before entertaining a client. He was a bit older and purchased a personality for her of the typical woman before the war: Aggressive, unruly, and defiant. However, once his masculine prowess overcame her, Jenni, in this state, knelt at his feet ready to serve. He humiliated her by cumming on the DOLLs’ face and commanding the type of begging and pleading that made the scenario programmer, so desensitized to this sort of thing, blush even. The man took Jenni from behind and then asked for an apology that females thought they were equal to men. His fantasy was fairly banal, but he paid for it, so the programmer did his job.

She did not remember any of this happening, of course, as her memory of every sexual encounter was downloaded from her neuro-chip and saved on a server. Jenni was wiped overnight back to a default setting. She was a programmable lovedoll that existed to obey men, and there was no need for long-term memory. Any required memories to complete her duties could be programmed into her. This also maintained the privacy of the men who used her and the other delightful women at the resort’s services.

Every morning began the same way for the DOLLs of the resort. Jenni lined up with her other slave sisters for devotional prayers. They all entered a large multipurpose room and knelt on mats to offer worship to the incredible men who ran the resort. The beautiful brunette, hands clasped together, said her silent prayers, as did every other woman in the room.

They were then led by the personal DOLLs of the resort’s administrator, Dr. Varane, in meditative yoga to prepare their bodies and minds for another day of service. Jenni had never been the most athletic woman, and certainly not as limber and flexible as her FOA roommate Yoshiko for sure, but she had made great progress during her time at the resort. Her flexibility rating was improving each week. Jenni apologized every time the trainer rated her, but he informed the brainwashed slave that her gains were impressive and that she was a good girl. The brunette still frowned a bit each time, wanting to be perfect for the incredible men who ran the resort.

Once yoga was completed, Jenni and the rest of the resort DOLLs entered the shower room in sets of two. Jenni held hands with her slave sister and went into a stall to wash and bathe each other. Both of their enormous busts had been programmed for hypersensitivity, so the touch of another brought them orgasmic delight as they soaped the other.

At the sound of a bell, they ceased bathing and lined up in a row to be washed off and then, at the end of the queue, dried off. They then went to a dressing room to ready themselves for the day. Each DOLL put on a tiny two-piece bikini that showed off their surgically perfected bodies and sky-high clear platform heels. Each bikini color signified something different. Today, Jenni’s bikini was green, which meant she was going to be available for presentation to a client or potential buyer.

The brunette slave smiled with pride as she performed her morning ablutions. She was so proud to serve. A green bikini showed that the incredible men who ran the resort were impressed enough with her that they would involve her in a demonstration. It could be for a donor, a potential auction participant, or an administrator. Knowing which would aid Jenni surely, but the bottom line was that her purpose, the purpose of every woman, was to serve men. Their will was purpose.

One of her slave sisters came over wearing a green bikini as well. Jenni gave the stunning Japanese woman, a former journalist caught up in a diabolical brainwashing conspiracy, a manicured wave, and they helped collar each other. The woman’s collar said EMERALD in a bright pink, cursive, script just like her own. The journalism intern, fresh out of university, had caught onto her boyfriend’s part in the conspiracy, which was going to target her next, told the wrong cop, and ended up a loyal and devoted servant of the resort anyway. Her obedience was absolute, and the bright university student was now a docile, feminine, and obedient, bimbo lovedoll.

“Emerald is so honored to meet Jenni, sister,” the brainwashed lovedoll said as she hugged Jenni. They had actually met once before when a football club from a local colony visited the resort after a cup title win. A few wives and girlfriends needed some attitude adjustments, and the rest of the team celebrated with the lovely ladies, including both Emerald and Jenni. Their memories had been wiped at the end of the night, and despite taking turns sucking the same defensive midfielder’s cock, who scored the cup winner with minutes to spare in extra time, they thought of this as their first interaction.

Jenni put a hand on her heart. “Jenni is so honored to meet Emerald, sister.” Emerald was beautiful beyond words. The redheaded slave fell in love instantly with her as she did every woman at the resort. They were programmed, much like the students at the Feminine Obedience Academy, to consider themselves a sisterhood.

The slave sisters walked hand in hand to the door of the bathing area and were leashed by a security DOLL. For their own safety and protection, all women at the resort were not only collared, but leashed as well. Jenni felt at peace once leashed, as did Emerald.

Other resort slaves not currently on shift were performing other duties. Another former student at the Feminine Obedience Academy, dressed in a latex maid uniform, swayed by them and stopped to clean a few surfaces.

Two others, whose collars just read DOLL on them, were working on a power coupling that had shown some sort of error overnight. Their empty-eyed precision at the task completed it in only a few minutes before they would return to the engineer who controlled them to be assigned another task.

They made their way through a few corridors, stopping to be congratulated by an engineer for their green bikinis. After he wished them good luck, Jenni and Emerald entered an elevator and snapped to attention, as all women at the resort were programmed to do in elevators. Upon arrival at their destination, both ladies blinked back to life and walked down a hall to the office of the resort director, Dr. Varane.

Dr. Varane’s executive assistant, Misti, let them into his office. “Master is waiting, sisters. Congrats!” Like Jenni, Misti had been one of Dr. Shrewsbury’s SERVANTs at the Feminine Obedience Academy in the past, but was now assigned on a permanent basis here.

Jenni and then Emerald stood before his door so that their collars could be read by the security scanner. The ability to read had been brainwashed out of them upon arrival at the resort, but if they could still read, the screen would show their names, resort identification numbers, and current status. Both were tagged as “available,” which meant they were ready for purchase or rental at all times. In fact, that was, in part, why they were going to Dr. Varane’s office this morning.

As the door opened, they entered, and the slaves curtsied for the man they thought of as Master beyond most. Another man was in the room, and, while both Emerald and Jenni recognized him, neither acknowledged him, as their gaze remained on Dr. Varane, whom both had been brainwashed to obey unquestionably.

“Ah, ladies, it is so great that you have joined us this morning.” Dr. Varane smiled at his loyal slaves. “Please stand for presentation in position two for me and my friend Mr. Servon.”

Jenni and Emerald obeyed their controller immediately and came to stand at attention on the podium displays on the right side of Master’s office. They stood empty-eyed, shoulders pushed back to show off their wonderfully augmented breasts. Both of their pouty mouths formed an “O” as Dr. Varane tapped his watch a few times and placed them into what had come to be referred to as “setting one,” which was essentially a sleep mode where only he could order them.

“Wow,” was all Mr. Servon could say about the beautiful women being displayed for him. The middle-aged man had been the scion of a banking firm, but control of it had been given to his older brother. He was still worth billions in inheritance and stocks, and did not enjoy the public eye much. In his twenties he tried to be a bit of a playboy, but after a few scandals with a ditzy actress and a woman who just wanted to use him to gain clicks for her social media profile, he had retired to a more private life.

Servon enjoyed the fine arts, wine, and women. His plan was to settle down on a new space colony that would be opening for residents in a few months. He had bought numerous acres of land to be left alone, generally, but also required a small harem of women. A few mindless drone workers would suffice as well. His wealth could easily purchase all of these things and so much more.

“So who were they before they ended up here,” he asked, “if you are allowed to tell me?” Why would a brainwashed slave need privacy?

Dr. Varane nodded. “We try not to dwell too much on their pasts. What is done and all of that. However,” he continued, “neither of them has any memory of those times, nor can they hear you right now.”

The director looked over at Jenni and Emerald, who continued to stand at attention, eyes blank, minds empty. “They will only respond to my direct command.” He waved a hand towards them. “Generally, we do not speak of their past, as I said, but Emerald here,” he pointed at the incredibly attractive Japanese woman, “was dating the son of one of our benefactors. She caught on to what was going on and was given a bit of a reeducation.” He pointed at Jenni. “This delightful lady came from the academy in District Nine back on the home planet. She was considered a bit of a surplus to requirements and programmed for her DOLL semester early and then sent here, where a decision was made to make it much more permanent. My secretary is the same.”

Mr. Servon stared at them. “I would like to take them both on for my new estate. Can a permanent deal be reached?”

Dr. Varane nodded again. “Yes, of course, once your funding goes through. Your background check has already been approved. They are both lovely, sweet, ladies who will serve you with their entire livelihood.”

“You said that the one, Emerald,” Servon began, “is here due to coming across the brainwashing scheme, so it might be a good idea to keep her private in the home.” He stared at Jenni. “This one here could be marriage material. To keep up appearances and all.”

Dr. Varane pressed a button on his watch. “While you are here, I would love to show you one of our drones as well.” A few seconds later, the door to his office opened and a stunning, muscular, woman in latex from neck to toe, with high-heeled boots with a 7″ heel, entered the room. The drone, her collar said DRONE, has the same empty-eyed, blank expression, pouty mouth, and massive bust. She came around Dr. Varane’s desk and stood at attention behind him.

“This is our newest drone out of the programming facility,” he began, waving a hand towards it, “her name was…ah I see it now, Melinda. Another one of those ‘surplus to requirements’ students from the academy. Her roommate is marrying her adviser next year! I just saw them at the wedding of a former student to an up-and-coming footballer.”

Dr. Varane stood up and ran a hand over the nano-latex suit the former Melinda wore, “any personality has been programmed out of her. She lives only to obey her current controller, which is me and any other approved male. This drone is empty of desires, dreams, or needs other than obedience.”

He tapped his watch again. “Drone C649, I am adding general control function to Mr. Servon for demonstrative purposes. You will obey him so long as his commands do not break your root code. Does Drone understand?”

The drone formerly known as Melinda’s eyes lit up with recognition of Master’s command. “Yes, Master, Drone understands.” She turned to face Mr. Servon. “Master, please instruct Drone so she may serve. Your will is purpose.”

Servon watched her. She now gazed at him with obedience mirrored in her eyes. “Wow, I could use this on a few women in my life. Maybe all of them, frankly. So, can I ask a few questions? I know you probably have some secrets, but the aesthetics on this one…”

“Drone,” Dr Varane commanded, “kneel before Mr. Servon.” Drone obeyed unquestionably and knelt before the man considering purchasing her or her drone sisters.

“Drones like this one here,” Dr. Varane continued, leaning back in his chair, “are built for physical labor. They could be used for security too, which is likely one of your needs if you will be living in a fairly secluded area.” Mr. Servon gave him a thumbs up. “Right. Say you had farmland to tend. Drones will work as many hours as you require. I would not go over sixteen per day. They will work without complaint and with precision.”

Mr Servon stared at Melinda-Drone. “She looks like she would kill me on command, and likely could. How do they get so muscular? You said she was at the academy only a few months ago.”

Dr. Varane grinned with pride. “Part of it is physical fitness. They have three-hour gym regimens each day without a break. Their fitness is highly controlled. We can speak about that later if you do buy them. They also take experimental drugs to aid in muscle growth and strength. That is all patent pending, so I cannot go into more details. I am sure you can understand that. To confirm as well, yes, they will kill on command, but that setting is hard locked for private owners. I am sure it is obvious why that is.”

“As for the shaved heads, it is part of removing their self identity. All the drones are totally hairless.” He shrugged at Mr. Servon. “You can, upon purchase, have them customized as you wish, of course, but this is the default setting. Mindless. Identical. None of them have names or self-identities other than ‘Drone’ until updated by their owner.”

They went back and forth on prices. Mr. Servon ended up purchasing five drones to get a bit of a discount on a bulk order. The former Melinda left the room to be programmed for her new Master.

Attention was now turned to purchasing some of the lovely sex dolls from the resort. Dr. Varane tapped a few buttons on his watch. “I would suggest spending the next few days with a loaner to get a feeling for them. Why don’t you borrow Jenni and Emerald for the next 48 hours, and then we can discuss terms for purchase of them or others. You are welcome to browse around the resort.”

Jenni and Emerald blinked to life on the podiums on the left side of the room, stepped off them, and knelt before Mr. Servon. “Master, Jenni loves you and exists to serve. Your will is purpose.” She lowered into a bow that showed off her firm, round, ass.

Emerald knelt next to her sister slave and stared at the man whose will gives her purpose. “Master, Emerald loves you and exists to serve. Your will is purpose.” The former journalist bowed alongside Jenni, her own firm backside full on display.

Dr. Varane came around the desk and shook Mr. Servon’s hand as he stood. “Enjoy them. Don’t break them. We can talk in a few days about terms.” Jenni and Emerald stood up, took one of their new Master’s hands, and led him out of the room.

Pamela Chamberlain, 37, stared at her personal device while sitting in the silent room on the district train. A message had come in a few minutes before announcing her sobriety streak had reached six months. Six months! There was a time when six hours had seemed impossible. Six days was unfathomable. Six months! She had been on such a journey and seeing the notification made her heart race with joy and fear for what would come at the Feminine Obedience Academy. Dr. Chamberlain was not the usual sort of student enrolled at the FOA and it would be an experience that would change her life forever.

Other messages began coming in. Each member of the Sanderson family, whom Pamela had been staying with while during a domestic mentorship in their home, on the other side of District Nine, sent a message celebrating the sobriety achievement: Brett, Mr. Sanderson, the head of home and man she had served for the past three weeks and former colleague, sent a message affirming her decisions and reminding Dr. Chamberlain what a good girl she had been while serving in the Sanderson home. Day or night, he reminded her, he was available to talk if she was struggling.

His wife Missi, 44, her role model for so many reasons, also sent a message commending her for maintaining sobriety as did their daughter Maria, 21, whom Pamela had grown quite fond of during her time in the Sanderson home. Maria would be joining the Feminine Obedience Academy the next semester, so Pamela looked forward to seeing her soon.

There was no message from Maria’s older sister Bella, 23, the now Mrs. Chip Witwicky was only allowed a certain amount of time per day for such things, and thus a message would be forthcoming later on.

Pamela, just turned 37, had joined the workforce a year before the war. Her plan for life was the standard “girl boss” scenario so popular before the war for overeducated, privileged, women. Meet the right people, climb the corporate ladder, and end up running her own firm. The pieces were going into place for her, having recently finished her doctoral degree, when the first shots were fired and the first bomb was dropped.

For the next few years, Dr. Chamberlain was mostly sheltered from the war. The affluent city she lived in was guarded by tanks, military, and the new lines of drones coming out of the tech sector’s assembly lines. Day to day life barely changed outside the occasional shortage of this or that food. Pamela would frown in stores when her favorite chips or brand of milk was not available, but there was always another choice.

What kind of person, she would think, would complain about having to buy their second favorite brand of chips?

Everything changed in the third year when it was revealed that most of the drones being used in the conflict were not androids, but actually humans brainwashed into mindless service to the state. At first, there was outrage, rightfully so, at such a thing. A woman went viral on her social media profile after realizing her older brothers, who had vanished without a trace a year before, were now drones.

Then a backlash happened: It was revealed most of the drones had been criminals or other kinds of outcasts from society. Legacy media began running propaganda that these kinds of people “deserved it.” Politicians discussed how “cost-effective” the program had become. “Cheaper than prison,” they claimed.

They even got a few influencers to talk about drones as being “merciful,” with all the attached language of social justice.

There was talk of breaking up the program and hearings, and then something happened that would change everything.

The governor of her state and the one next to it, both incredible women she looked up to and had done work to get elected, announced they were part of a peace accord. The country, so united before, not really, was broken up into four sections that were then partitioned into districts. This was, they explained, the only way to properly settle the peace. Their new country was broken into nine districts going up and down the northeast part of their former country.

While there was joy at peace being brokered, there was also a lot of fear. What would happen to travel? What about families living in different districts, never mind what are now different countries! What about jobs and commerce?

The governors explained that those answers would be coming from the new leadership, as both were resigning from their positions. One explained she had considered running for the new district government in what would become District Seven, but had announced she would be spending more time with family due to being pregnant. “I want to focus on what is first and foremost, and that is family,” she explained. The other governor resigned due to being burnt out, but also used the “spending more time with family” framework to make the announcement.

Life began changing quickly. People moved around the districts, and countries, riots and lockdowns began in some of them. District Three was shut down for over a year until order was reestablished. News out of District Four was slow due to some kind of military incident. A very patriarchal leadership took over District Six.

Agreements were made about the sharing of goods and services. Pamela’s job was transferred to District Nine after a merger with another corporation. District Nine quickly gathered a “live and let live” persona, despite a seeming reemergence of a lot of patriarchal law and authority in the post-war governmental change.

Dr. Chamberlain was promised she would maintain the authority of her previous position, and was actually given a raise to ease her worries. Life in District Nine seemed fine generally. She did notice a lot more women around the office showing feminine deferment to her male bosses. Many began dressing more feminine as well. Pamela maintained her pantsuits and sensible flats. Only a few women were left in positions of real authority after a few years, including her.

Around this time was when she met Brett Sanderson and then his wife, Missi. They had met during the early days of the war, got married, and then settled in District Nine. She was a submissive homemaker and very active in their community. Brett and Pamela became close at work over the years, and he was always the most supportive man at the office in regard to women still holding positions of power.

Over the years, the stress of work and the demands of public life really took a beating to Pamela. The long hours to keep up with the men and prove herself as a woman led to sleepless nights, mindless affairs, and a growing need for alcohol to get to sleep. A glass of wine at dinner soon became two, which became an entire bottle a night.

At work, she was burnt out. Brett came to her one day after she gave a poor presentation, having forgotten some notes, and closed the door behind him to speak to her in confidence. She confided that work had been overwhelming her. Bouncing from one high-pressure project to another one was hard, and it was difficult to keep up.

He offered to pull her from a few projects so she could readjust and recalibrate, but this offer was met with concern from her about falling behind. “It’s not a huge deal,” Brett noted, “I just don’t see the partners promoting you at this time. Regroup and get back on some productive projects. I’ve dropped off stuff before too. In the long term, you can build your own narrative out of it.”

Pamela sighed and explained that this was easy for men to do. Women are expected to do twice the work for half the recognition. It has gotten even worse after the war!

Brett responded to this by tapping a few times on his watch. “See, this is why I am glad my wife dropped out of this world and focused on raising the children.” He leaned in. “I would like you to talk to her. She can really help you figure out a proper work/life balance. I promise you won’t end up a vapid housewife by the end of the conversation.”

Pamela tried to interject, but Brett cut her off and reiterated that this would greatly help her. Something about how his voice shifted to a more authoritarian tone froze the feminist in her tracks. She nodded slowly to acquiesce to his plan. His happy grin and “good” make her dizzy in a way never felt before by her.

Dr. Chamberlain and Mrs. Sanderson began messaging back and forth during the day. Missi’s messaging usage was regulated by her husband: She was only allowed on when chores and daily exercise were done. During errands, responses would come in, but a time limit was given each day for them, so the submissive housewife could not delay maintaining the schedule she and Brett put together each week. In the afternoons a few days a week, she would also go silent due to various charitable endeavors she was involved in.

Pamela was shocked, but intrigued, by how submissive and feminine Missi was in service to Brett. She had always thought her to be a bit “trad,” but it turned out to be so much more. She submitted to him in all things: Her behavior, beliefs, way of dress, routine, media consumption, and sexuality. Everything!

What really shocked Pamela was how happy Missi seemed to be. She was content and at peace with the marriage. Earlier in life the housewife had to get over struggles with mental health. Regimented routine, daily yoga, and a focus on domestic concerns, leaving all the decision-making to Brett, had brought her to a happy life.

Over the weeks and months, Pamela began opening up to Missi about her struggles. Finally, she admitted to the issues with alcohol she was having. Her new friend kept that to herself while they discussed for a few days before asking to be able to tell Brett. He pulled her aside the next day at work and announced that she was on paid leave and commanded her to report to a local spa for a month of treatment.

Readers, this is normally the part of the story where it turns out the spa is part of a diabolical mind control conspiracy, but it truly was not! Dr. Chamberlain began receiving therapy and treatment to get over her addiction. In this not so distant time in the future, there were means to help detox someone while in recovery, but it was also up to the individual to help themselves in their recovery.

It was while staying at the spa that Pamela really began to embrace her submissive tendencies, no mind control involved. Yet at least. She had always been a people pleaser, really, as her therapist noted, and these dark desires simmered near the surface of every interaction she had with men. After receiving permission to message with both Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson, they suggested that, when her treatment was completed in a week’s time, they could visit. Brett’s messages made it sound like a direct order, and she happily obeyed, but also noted that she was happy to do whatever was needed for her recovery.

When the Sandersons were due to arrive, Pamela was only greeted at the train station by Missi. They warmly embraced and went to get lunch together. “Brett will be along tonight. He got caught up in a meeting and will take a train across the district later today,” she explained. Her husband was actually completing the paperwork to continue Pamela’s paid leave, but to demote her down to his personal assistant. Given the private nature of her condition, the documents would be sealed from anyone seeing them. If she ever did return to their workplace, it would be in a much more feminine role.

Dr. Chamberlain and Mrs. Sanderson spent the day together shopping in bookstores and fashion outlets. Missi was impeccably feminine in a tight dress that hugged her curves, stockings matching the dress, and shiny black pumps. Her blonde hair had been genetically modified to a perfect white-blonde, as had her enormous bust. Brett had demanded the “bimbo doll” look for his wife, who had always struggled with her appearance, and she bought into it easily.

That evening they met up with Brett, who took them to a nice restaurant. Pamela wore a revealing dress and the highest heels she had ever worn. The glances from men excited her, and she began to long for the kind of objectification her new friend Mrs. Sanderson lived by.

At the end of the evening, Brett left them to go talk to a business associate who was there with his new wife. Missi asked Pamela to take a walk with her, and they went outside to observe the view on one of the large porches designed for a more intimate setting.

Mrs. Sanderson took Dr. Chamberlain’s hand in her own and gave the future slave’s hand a tight squeeze before leaning over to kiss her, which was eagerly returned. “You want to be just like me, don’t you?” the platinum blonde housewife whispered and again kissed her new friend after Pamela nodded enthusiastically.

They returned to the Sanderson home, where Brett joined them in being intimate. Missi and Pamela knelt down before him and took turns sucking his cock. Dr. Chamberlain had never enjoyed oral sex, frankly found it demeaning, but watching Mrs. Sanderson’s pitch-perfect cocksucking skills made her want to enjoy it more. She ended up sucking him off until completion.

Her attempt to swallow was thwarted by a bit of a gag reflex, but Missi said she would try again the next day, and stroked Master off until he came all over Pamela’s breasts.

The next morning, Brett stayed home from work to discuss Pamela’s situation. When the alarm went off in the morning, Pamela watched Missi suck off her husband again and swallow his cum like a good girl. Mr. Sanderson took her to the guest room and said to shower and then dress for the day. She had a few errands scheduled, and Pamela had somewhere to go as well.

After showering, Pamela performed her morning ablutions and then dressed in the required outfit, which was a revealing blouse, mini skirt, stockings, undergarments, and shiny black pumps. She felt a little more confident today and really wanted to impress both Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson. Her makeup was heavier than normal, deeply inspired by her new role model.

In the living room downstairs, she found Missi already kneeling on the mat in the middle of the room. Pamela joined her, scared to speak to avoid breaking a rule she did not know about, and bowed alongside her friend when Brett came down the stairs. “Great, good girl...good girls. I could get used to that,” he added with a chuckle.

Pamela was informed that she had been demoted at work. The firm was finally working to clear out the final few women in positions of power. Technically, her new position was as an assistant to Brett, and he had immediately put her on administrative leave with unanimous board approval. “They will be paying close attention to your progress,” he declared, but also left out that a few of them had been put in line as potential suitors for her. He would weed through them and others to find the right man for her.

The next few weeks were spent learning Missi’s routine and serving Brett at her side. She met their daughter Maria, 20, who was visiting a friend in another district, via video chat, and their other daughter Bella, 22, who looked absolutely glowing and lovely six months into her second pregnancy.

Brett got Pamela accepted into the Feminine Obedience Academy. His uncle was a big deal there and was able to get her fast tracked for the upcoming semester. It was unusual for a 37-year-old to be a student at the FOA, typical students are around 21 to 25 years old, but she was accepted due to Brett’s familial connection and the idea, as the board put it, that she could be an example for students of what happens when women deny their physical and mental inferiority as women.

Which brought her to this train. A message came in from her assigned SERVANT for the semester, a Miss Hargrove, April, who noted in her message signature that she was also “soon to be Mrs. Marcus Shrewsbury,” which she realized was her advisor too. She guessed it made sense that at such a place, the advisors might marry a student. At any firm, she worked at, before or after the war, there were always affairs and the odd secretary or two that suddenly disappeared because she was now a housewife.

She stretched out a bit in her seat. Still used to the sensible clothing of professional women, the skirt, sweater, stockings, and shiny black pumps she wore were starting to become something she was accustomed to wearing, but especially after, when saying goodbyes in the morning, Brett told her how beautiful she was and always had been. “If I had not known Missi and you had her attitudes, it could have been you,” he admitted a few days before. That had warmed her heart.

Her feelings about ways of dress would be irrelevant once they arrived at the Feminine Obedience Academy. At the FOA there was a strict dress code: Sweater with a blouse and tie underneath, undergarments, pencil skirt, stockings, and black pumps, plus hair must be pulled back into a tight ponytail. Having to comply with a uniform that objectified her so much was exciting, she had to confess to herself.

The type of uniformity and structure at the Feminine Obedience Academy would, both Sandersons had argued to her, assist as well with her recovery from not only a life as a career woman but also her substance issues as well as a means of personal betterment. Focusing on improving her mind and body would be accentuated by the need to conform.

So much had changed after the war. So many women had gone back to more domestic and feminine roles. It had been a mistake for her to not do so earlier.

As the train announced they would arrive soon, she said a silent prayer and affirmation that had become a part of her routine and hoped for the best in this new life.

In another part of the quiet section of the train, our heroic protagonist from the last Feminine Obedience Academy story, April Hargrove, the future April Shrewsbury, sat quietly reviewing the records of Dr. Shrewsbury, her advisor, Master, and future husband’s new advisees. The new crop of advisees looked promising, and while she looked forward to mentoring all of Master’s advisees, a few in particular looked like they needed a more personal touch. I wonder which one could especially use a more hands on touch?

They were returning from the wedding of Dr. Shrewsbury’s former advisee Samantha to footballer Liam Cooper. April had been asked to be a maid of honor and was thrilled to take part in the ceremony.

The new Mr. and Mrs. Cooper delighted their guests and were so grateful everyone could come. During her DOLL semester, Samantha had kept a watch on April as part of her programming, and the two were now close friends. April had been humbled in being one of her maids of honor as well. Samantha’s feminine beauty in virtue, in both appearance and action, was an exemplary example for the future Mrs. Shrewsbury.

April’s time so far as a SERVANT class student had been fascinating. Master had left much of her personality and intellect intact, unlike Yoshiko the previous semester, who was much more of a docile bimbo, but she felt so hyper-focused on obedience and the duties given to her by Master. One of these for the semester would be keeping a close eye on Pamela, as Yoshiko had done for her. She was so promising, but also had a troubling past that would need to be rectified while under the guidance of the incredible men who ran the Feminine Obedience Academy.

The beautiful redhead smiled with pride as she sent a message to Miss Chamberlain congratulating her on six months of sobriety. April felt so blessed that she had always been careful around alcohol. One vicious hangover was enough to put her off from it. Master had tagged her profile to ensure various nefarious substances were never required of her while at FOA and would do the same, with the harshest cautions possible, for Miss Chamberlain.

One of the Domestic Dolls that worked on the train, a stunning pink haired drone, came into their car to announce that the train would arrive in 10 minutes. April snuggled up to Master, who gently stroked her hair while reading the morning football news. She would be taking advanced courses in Domestic Arts, Sexual Arts, plus daily yoga sessions. Each weekday, she would have SERVANT exercise classes. Her schedule, finally, also included a course called SERVANT Services, which was about the community work required of future housewives in their district. A full schedule, but April was ready to focus on being the best wife and slave for Master possible.

Elsewhere on the train as it began to slow for arrival, a room of DOLLs waited at attention, in silence, in their head to toe latex uniforms. This semester it had been decided that all on campus DOLLs would have their heads shaved, hair can always be grown back quickly afterward due to the wonders of modern science, and their color-coded latex signified different duties for each of them. Each had completed their SERVANT semester with high grades and would now serve the academy with distinction before permanent assignment. A few would be auctioned off to the highest bidder, others were already tagged by men to be their wives, and some would remain at the academy as permanently droned slaves.

When the train fully arrived at the station, the DOLLs blinked back to life and marched in two single file lines off the back of the train and into large flying vans to be brought back to the Feminine Obedience Academy. Many of them had spent their time between semesters at the same pleasure resort where Emerald, Melinda, and Jenni had been.

Some of the other SERVANTs from last semester, now converted to DOLL status were out on other assignments. Our heroic protagonist from two Feminine Obedience Academy stories ago Yoshiko was now assigned to be a cheerleader for one of the local football clubs, which her adviser, Dr. Shrewsbury, supported. She would also be the live in maid for the new Mrs. Samantha Cooper until they found a suitable domestic servant on a more permanent basis. Of course, her hair had not been shaved.

While the DOLLs left the train from the rear, at the front of the train the incoming student class of the Feminine Obedience Academy began leaving it as well. Pamela put the tablet she had been reading a romantic novel on back into her bag and queued up in line to get off the train. Outside, the weather was lovely and temperate under the large bubble placed over the city to combat the hotter effects of a changing climate.

A phalanx of security drones, also in head to toe latex, marched up to the new students and lined them up into rows. Without knowing each other quite yet, Pamela stood next to other students as they looked at the older student oddly.

The security drones led the new students across the quad and then to the student center where other drones, and some DOLLs, were setting up breakfast for everyone, including faculty, staff, and students. Pamela queued up in line as their morning meal was portioned out by a DOLL who was being conditioned for a future life of domestic bliss as a homemaker.

“I’m here to find a better life,” she heard a student say to another, reciting from the subliminal programming in her introductory materials, “my life has been so chaotic, and I need to learn discipline, routine, and structure.”

Pamela bit down on her lip. She entirely agreed, which was not surprising given her introductory materials had included the same subliminal programming. “My life has never been focused on what is actually important. I put career before happiness and refuse to ever again,” she said to no one in particular.

The blonde executive looked around as they went to sit down at a table. She sat down at a table, alone, as well. Dr. Shrewsbury and April walked over and sat down with her. “Hello, we saw two seats unoccupied and thought you would want company. I am Dr. Shrewsbury and will be your adviser this semester,” he waved a hand at April, “this is my SERVANT, Miss April Hargrove.”

He leaned forward. “You will address me and all other men at the Feminine Obedience Academy as ‘Sir.’ This is a direct order. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” came the automatic reply from Pamela. Yet another subliminal command programmed into her via their introductory materials. She was being tamed before even arriving at the Feminine Obedience Academy.

“Good girl,” Dr. Shrewsbury confirmed before taking a bite out of one of the two biscuits he had gotten from the beautiful DOLL serving their meal. He turned his attention to Pamela. “Miss Chamberlain, I have to commend you for your bravery in coming here. I have spoken to both Mr. and Mrs. Sanderson, who offered their highest praise for you and your time with them. I know you have known Brett for a very long time. You will find purpose and happiness here.”

April nodded. “Miss Chamberlain, April would also like to congratulate you on six months of sobriety. It is such an envious thing to learn such discipline. So many students, SERVANTs, and DOLLs under the tutelage of the incredible men who run the Feminine Obedience Academy can learn from you.”

She looked down for a few seconds. “April is so glad she never had any kind of problems with...one drunken night, and that was enough.” The red-haired SERVANT put her hand on Dr. Shrewsbury’s arm. “Master forbids it now for April and will for you as well for obvious reasons, April will work directly with you this semester to ensure success.”

“I can teach you? But I…” Pamela trailed off and looked to the new male authority in her life.

Dr. Shrewsbury grinned. He was very handsome. “You have an experience unlike any other woman here at the academy. It is very rare to have a woman of your age and lifestyle come here. The few that are left in the workforce in any kind of authority role likely would never admit they need help.”

Pamela went to respond, but a security drone came around to announce that breakfast was over, and student orientations would begin in ten minutes. The drone, whose collar said DRONE in bright pink cursive writing, directed them to their orientation room, and confirmed that Dr. Shrewsbury and Miss Hargrove would be joining them as well.

“Ah,” Dr. Shrewsbury began, “looks like we are going to the same place, so let’s reconvene in a few minutes in our assigned room.” He gave her a wave and glanced over at April for a second before leaving.

When all the ladies stood up, April leaned over and hugged her. “Miss Chamberlain,” she began, emphasizing the Miss as opposed to Dr. “April looks forward to our mentoring relationship. She feels that there is much she can learn from you.”

As April led Pamela to the orientation room, she recalled her own processing orientation and Master’s promise that they could spend more time together if she just focused on the hypnotic spiral in front of her. She did, and in a year or so, April Hargrove would become Mrs. April Shrewsbury.

Pamela’s life in the workforce around so many powerful men sounded so exhausting to her. Why would any woman want a life like that? No wonder she ended up with problems!

Her story reminded the SERVANT so much of Yoshiko’s mother, who had focused on her career and ended up with a strained relationship with both Yoshiko and her older sister, Utami. Apparently, Utami just got a new job on another planet, so all is well with her. Master would only say, “she has had quite a career change,” and then chuckled.

In the orientation room, April walked over and stood at casual attention next to Dr. Shrewsbury. They had been practicing this over the holiday break. She should be at his side, slightly behind him; they spent an afternoon defining “slightly” with humorous results, and eyes on him. She stared at the man who had won her love as he greeted each student.

“Hello, Miss Chamberlain,” he said to Pamela as his eyes went up and down her body. “I am looking forward to our meeting later on.” The way he said it, with all the declarative flirtation intended, sent a chill through her. A professional woman was not used to men being so forward! She sat down in her chair and watched the handsome man look up and say something to his SERVANT, who nodded in agreement. The red-haired woman was beautiful, busty, and looked at him with love mirrored in her eyes.

A group of DOLLs entered the room. Like last semester, they were clad in tiny shorts and cleavage baring shirts advertising the academy. Each came to stand at attention besides April and Dr. Shrewsbury. She recognized a few from around campus and frowned a little at the smitten expression they shared towards Master. Should a feeling of territoriality be something women feel? Does a woman, a piece of property, have that right? She would eagerly obey if he wanted a harem of slaves, and had enjoyed a sense of intimacy with Yoshiko before. He would know the answer, and her view would conform to his own.

As always, Dr. Shrewsbury was tinkering with the computer settings and finally got them working properly. “Ah, yes, wonderful, it is time for the orientation to begin. This is only my second time doing this, so I hope it goes well. Each of you must turn on your screen and then focus on the image that is displayed. Do not look away.”

Every student turned on their monitor and was ensnared by the hypnotic spiral dancing before their eyes within seconds. Pamela stared at the screen as her mind slowed to a crawl. Metal bars held each student’s arms, legs, and neck in place. At Dr. Shrewsbury’s urging, the DOLLs went around the room placing wireless earbuds into each of their ears and then turning them on.

Their initial lessons would last a few hours. An urge for conformity, a need to obey all men at the academy, but especially their advisor, and a desire to follow the dress code, and other rules and regulations, were to be brainwashed into them.

Last semester, Dr. Shrewsbury had been alone for this session. The simple-minded DOLLs were only so amusing, but this time he had the love of his life with him. He had two of the DOLLs get her a chair, and she sat down, crossing stocking clad legs, to keep him company while the DOLLs observed the students. From across the room they could see Pamela’s blank expression soaking in the lesson. Studies have shown the more education a woman had, the easier it was to bring them under control.

While the new students began their first indoctrination cycle, April observed their readouts on her personal device. The studious SERVANT paid careful attention to each student to ensure they remained in the green, and then gave Dr. Shrewsbury a nod once every one of them was confirmed as in a deep state of hypnosis. They would remain there for the next three hours being programmed for their first session.

Dr. and the future Mrs. Shrewsbury settled in to wait. The dimwitted DOLLs were only so amusing to him, so he began reading a book on his personal device and so did April. She stopped once in a while to add an idea to her document of ideas for the novel she was planning to write. Master had ordered her to begin doing so at her request. The red-haired SERVANT had so many ideas and wanted to share her ideas about feminine submission with the world.

At the top of the hour, Dr. Shrewsbury received a message that broke his concentration. He looked over at April. “Do you remember your orientation session?”

April looked up at him, adjusted her glasses, and smiled. “Master, of course April remembers. You asked her to focus on the lights, and then we could discuss literature.” She sighed with cheer. “We did. You always cared so much about April’s reading.”

“Of course,” he confirmed, “women need to have their reading regulated. That was not much of a problem for you given your interests in romances, but I do have to admit that I had to slip a few suggestions in there too. I saw you swiping into another app. Did you come up with another idea?”

April nodded. “Master, April found the way this novel describes something to be very useful, and she added it to a document of notes.”

Before they could continue discussing this issue, a group of latex clad nurses entered the room led by Sadie O’Reilly, who had been promoted during the holiday break to head of nursing under Dr. Bedford. April went over and hugged her friend, who had been so helpful when she was seeking guidance about breast implants and other cosmetic work last semester.

Sadie and the other nurses came to casual attention before their controller. Each had a bag on their shoulder. April came and stood next to her friend.

Dr. Shrewsbury stood up and walked over to them. “Thank you ladies for joining us today. Nurse O’Reilly will be leading you in taking blood from each student for testing and then inserting their neuro-chip.”

He looked over at Sadie. “Do you have the scarves?” She nodded affirmatively. “Good girl. Each student will require a scarf to wear for the rest of the day until the chip fully goes under the skin in the evening. This information is being programmed into them. Leave a scarf on their desks. When they wake up, if their programming went well, they will immediately put it on.”

At Master’s nod, April went over and excused the DOLLs and told them to go to their next tasks. Sadie broke her nursing team up into three groups to take on each column of students. She stopped at Pamela’s desk and smiled as the pretty student blankly stared at the screen, and then rolled up the sleeve of her sweater to take blood. The neuro-chip was then inserted into her neck, and a scarf was left for her to wear.

Sadie repeated this for each student and nodded with approval at the medical center lab technicians already confirming activation of the chips. She would personally drop off the blood vials herself before returning to Dr. Bedford for the afternoon shift. The buxom nurse, a former student at the Feminine Obedience Academy, took great pride in the extra responsibilities offered to her by the man she served with her life.

Once all the blood work and neuro-chip insertion were complete, the nurses checked each students’ readings again. Sadie, as head nurse, reviewed each one to ensure precise information was being gathered. Dr. Bedford had, with her input, put together a wonderful team of nurses, but, nevertheless, she felt it was essential to double-check each result so the incredible men who ran the Feminine Obedience Academy did not have any complications with molding their new students into having the ideal feminine minds, bodies, and ideals. It was her duty and purpose to make sure all of this was completed.

Once she felt the work was sufficient, Dr. Shrewsbury excused the nurses, with warm wishes to Dr. Bedford, and remained to supervise the students coming out of their trances.

Dr. Shrewsbury came over to April and wrapped his arms around her before kissing the back of her head. “You need to go to your gym session. Go get dressed for it. I have meetings with these lovely ladies all afternoon, so I will see you at dinner.” They kissed, and April left, offering Master a great view of her firm, round, backside on the way out of the room.

A moment later, the students began coming out of their trances. Pamela dutifully put on her scarf and wrapped it around her neck, as did every other student. “We all have important meetings with Dr. Shrewsbury,” she announced to no one in particular, but they all nodded in agreement as they grouped up and began leaving the room.

None of them even noticed the person whom they were going to be meeting with was sitting in the room at the desk, which got a chuckle out of him. Even the strongest woman was so easy to tame and simplify.

END OF PART ONE

Part Two

Pamela was one of the first students to arrive. Many of Dr. Shrewsbury’s other charges idled a bit to meet up with their new roommate before heading to his office suite. Pamela had already found his office on the map provided on the FOA’s website. She was slowed a bit by awkwardness in high heels, but still got there first through sheer brainwashed enthusiasm for her meeting.

Pamela was the first student to come into his office. She sat down, awkwardly attempting to cross her legs, and looked to her advisor for instruction. The executive’s mind had been slowed and soothed by hours of orientation programming, but there were still miles to go for her.

Dr. Shrewsbury put a finger up to ask her to wait a moment. “Pulling up all your records...you have a lot more detailed notes than most...okay, great.” He looked up at her warmly. “First and foremost, Miss Chamberlain, I wanted to congratulate you on six months of sobriety, again. That may not seem like a lot, but it is quite the accomplishment for someone who was in such a mental health crisis as you were. You need to be proud of yourself for that. This will be a critical part of your recovery and success here at the Feminine Obedience Academy.”

Pamela was quiet for a few seconds, “Thanks...thank you, Sir. I just want to do my best. I trust you to know what is best for me.” Did she? She supposed that she did!

Her advisor took a sip from his coffee mug. “I have flagged your account to ensure you are not invited to any gathering where alcohol is present. I have also flagged your account so that security is aware of your situation in case of a relapse as well. Standard procedure.”

Pamela nodded. “Of course, Sir. Mr. Sanderson told me that would happen when I arrived. I understand the need for caution until trust can be established.”

“Yes, and I know you trust me, but we need to trust you too.” This time, Dr. Shrewsbury leaned back in his chair. “I envision you as a role model for women here at the Feminine Obedience Academy. You are older, took a different route through life, a route more acceptable before the war, and ended up here needing training. In some ways, it is spectacularly different from most of the women here, who are much younger and less experienced, but in other ways it is the same.”

“Yes, Sir,” Pamela agreed, “They have had whatever experiences they had that led them here. Mine were just on a larger scale. I am proud to be a role model for other women, Sir.”

Dr. Shrewsbury smiled at her. “Good girl.” He brought up a three-dimensional display with information about his new advisee. “First and foremost, you will be ‘Miss Chamberlain’ here at the Feminine Obedience Academy. None of this ‘Dr. Chamberlain’ stuff that just confuses women. I am so sorry you were misled into such things.”

He swiped at the screen and brought up her schedule. “You will have a fairly standard schedule: Domestic Arts is your first class. Mrs. Sanderson reported to me that your cooking skills were improving, but she had to basically start from scratch with you.”

Pamela shifted uncomfortably in her chair. “Sir, um, I apologized many times to Mrs. Sanderson, but I had always ordered drone delivery meals at home. At work, our meals were furnished by the employer. I never learned how to cook much.” She paused for a few seconds. “I was always taught that was beneath me. Seeing Mrs. Sanderson’s joy for it made me rethink my view, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Dr. Shrewsbury again confirmed. Mr. Sanderson had reported that Pamela responded very well to positive reinforcement. “Domestic Arts will further your culinary training, but also teach you other aspects of maintaining a home. This is significant for your recovery from the work world.”

“Sexual Arts...well, I think that one is pretty obvious.” They both laughed. “I also signed you up for Obedience Arts, which will be a class that will teach you protocol and how to behave around men.”

“You will also,” he finished up, “have yoga and gym sessions. You seem to be in pretty good shape. I was told you used your company’s gym quite often?”

Pamela nodded. “Yes, I was in our building’s gym each morning during the workweek before the workday began. Mostly cardio and some light weights. I have done yoga a few times in the past as well, Sir.”

Dr. Shrewsbury flicked the screen, and a new page came up. “The Feminine Obedience Academy requires all attendees to be in peak physical shape, as I am sure you have noticed. Your own SERVANT works very hard on maintaining her appearance. Our trainers will set up a program for you that will be rigorous, but also highly individualized to your needs. You are a beautiful woman, Miss Chamberlain, but can always improve. I will make sure you do.”

She blushed a little at the compliment. He was a handsome man. “Sir, thank you….thank you for saying that. I want to improve…I will do whatever is needed of me. I trust you to guide me.” The blonde student lowered her eyes, honoring her controller.

Dr. Shrewsbury nodded. “Why don’t you stop by my house tonight? April is trying out a new recipe and would love to get feedback from another person. We can...discuss...other things after the meal. I’ll make sure you have an early night before curfew.” He motioned for her to stand. “You may have leisure time until then. Go pick up your FOA learning device in the library.”

Pamela stood up, lingered before her advisor for a moment, and then left his office. She cursed her awkwardness in high heels as her attempt to give him a nice view of her backside mostly failed.

* * *

While Pamela was with Dr. Shrewsbury, his future wife April was in her first SERVANT gym session. She had been chosen by the trainers to lead the SERVANT yoga class, which was quite the honor. This had been decided over break, but her wonderful Master decided it should be kept a surprise for her on the first day in front of her classmates.

April had taken to yoga quite nicely. Well, some subliminal nudging certainly helped, but she was such a studious woman, and her intellectual need to learn and better herself led to wonderful results during her STUDENT semester. Her body was becoming fitter, leaner, and much more dexterous. She could do stretches and get into positions that many students could not even with significant practice.

She was also willing to help others, which was the major reason her name was the first, and only, discussed to lead yoga sessions. When April saw students not in proper positions, she would gently correct them and also affirm those who were in proper positions. Master’s conversation with her a few days before about which of her SERVANT sisters were confident and which were still lacking in it. She could see their needs almost immediately once they were all in front of her on the mat.

The red-haired SERVANT kept their first session fairly straightforward. They went through all the basic poses of the program and then some that they learned in Domestic and Sexual arts classes last semester. Seeing a SERVANT she remembered from the party that Mr. Murphy had invited her and Yoshiko to last semester on her knees brought back memories of the STUDENT servicing him when she was leaving for the night to go see Master in his home.

Soon to be her home!

But it would always be his home.

After yoga was done, April stayed with a few SERVANTs to show them a few modifications for one of the positions they were struggling with maintaining. She asked them to practice in their quarters and then see what progress they made during the next class. The one, a beautiful blonde, full figured, was so upset with her lack of progress. April hugged her sister SERVANT and said they could spend time in private practicing. Perhaps she could ask her advisor for permission to visit at dinnertime with Dr. Shrewsbury? They could kneel at his feet and practice bowing and offering their bodies to a man.

Next up for the SERVANTs was cardio sessions on a treadmill. April’s cardio scores were exceptional, but she still struggled a bit sometimes with her high-heeled sway. Her scores were a little low and needed to get up by the end of the term.

Jonas, their wonderful trainer, hugged the SERVANT and set her up on a treadmill. After turning it on, he commanded her to watch the visuals on the screen, which instantly brought her into a deep state of hypnosis. Her gait was mostly flawless in this state, with the occasional neuro-chip reinforcement when not, but the exam would be outside such a state, so practice would, hopefully, make perfect.

April’s scores in other classes were in the top 1% percentile, but she struggled a bit here. Her mind slowed to a crawl, and she focused on the task at hand. Jonas left her to work more one-on-one with another struggling SERVANT.

* * *

After leaving Dr. Shrewsbury, Pamela walked across campus to the library so she could pick up her FOA learning device. Her feet were very sore from wearing high heels all day, but in her time with the Sandersons they had taught her the importance of women always looking their best, and that required high heels.

The education she had received before the war taught her that women, to be taken seriously, had to wear sensible shoes and pantsuits for work. You needed to be feminine, but not too much. Ironically, these messages were almost as misogynistic as the misogynistic messages they were reacting to, and just caused so much confusion for women. A woman’s nature is to be feminine, and these mixed messages left Miss Chamberlain in a constant state of trying to be two things at once.

At the door of the library, a security DOLL, in head to toe latex without a single hair on her head, stopped the former executive. She did not have a collar yet, so it could not be scanned for easy access into buildings. When Pamela explained this, the DOLL nodded and tapped her earpiece. She spoke in a monotone voice that was, on one hand, very soft and docile, but also firm and harsh. The docility came out when confirming understanding of orders, and the harshness when relaying commands to Pamela.

After a moment, the DOLL listened to a command and then announced her understanding and tapped the earpiece off. Pamela was free to enter, but, the DOLL explained, would require her collar moving forward after the collaring ceremony. She pointed a long, pink-nailed, hand at her own and turned to show her where to stand for the scan.

The blonde executive thanked the DOLL for her help and entered the building. Since the semester had not officially begun yet, it was fairly empty in the library. Some other students had arrived to pick up their devices. One could be seen already at a cubicle studying a video on her device.

Pamela made her way to the front desk. A moment later, a gorgeous woman, collared and leashed, in a micro miniskirt, sky-high heels, and a cleavage baring blouse came out to greet her. She wore glasses and had her hair tied up into a severe ponytail. “Um, hi, Miss Chamberlain, my name is Miss Peterson,” she announced in a slightly up-pitched voice, “I am the head librarian here at the Feminine Obedience Academy. The incredible men who run the Feminine Obedience Academy,” she continued in a script brainwashed into her over and over, “are so grateful for my service to them.”

Pamela looked the librarian up and down. She had been programmed with the old Bimbo Librarian look from before the war. Librarians had always been fetishized, too. There was that one boyfriend of hers who demanded she wear glasses all the time. “Hello there, Miss Peterson. I am here to pick up my official academy tablet. Dr. Shrewsbury instructed me to come here for it.”

Miss Peterson smiled vapidly. “Yes! Dr. Shrewsbury is wonderful. He was one of my professors when I attended the, um, like, academy,” she said while walking into her office, hips swaying with feminine precision as her shiny black pumps echoed off the floor.

The blonde librarian returned a few seconds later and handed the tablet to Pamela. “This is your tablet. There is so much wonderful information gathered by the incredible men who run the Feminine Obedience Academy for you to go over before classes start. If you need any help, please let me know!”

Pamela grinned and thanked her before walking through the stacks to a study room. She was not required to meet with Dr. Shrewsbury at his home for another hour, so the dutiful student thought a good use of her time would be introducing herself to the device.

She sat down and logged into the system with her fingerprint, which was now a standard means of logging into any system since the war and a few court rulings that rendered concerns about them null and void, and began reviewing the materials already available.

There were welcome messages from Dr. Shrewsbury, plus his SERVANT April, and her professors with course materials and rules for class. There were also meetings already assigned to her with Dr. Shrewsbury, her internship coordinator, and the academy president. Pamela wondered if that was because of her special circumstances, and then further wondered due to a mandatory invite to the academy sobriety support cohort. The SERVANT who ran it also sent a message.

Pamela took the time to read each message and then noted the meetings in her personal planner. As she was doing so, invites for mandatory exercise time and free periods were also added, which she added to the planner as well in her beautiful cursive writing.

She checked the apps for their learning management system, exercise, and a censored news app focused on feminine matters. She sighed heavily at this one due to having always been such a news follower, but the light subliminal in her introductory materials suggested this was fine, and it slipped out of her mind.

There was also a reading app, which upon clicking opened up to reading materials picked out by April that focused on various aspects of feminine submission, plus some erotic and romantic novels. There was also a tab for more lewd video material, but she did not believe that was something interesting.

Finally, there was a sobriety app, which also had a widget on the desktop of the tablet. She stared at her number of days sober, which was also broken into months, weeks, and hours. Clicking on the widget introduced her to other students trying sobriety, including the aforementioned SERVANT and a few other ones. There was a welcome message left there too, but she realized it was time to leave for Dr. Shrewsbury’s home.

After sliding her pumps back on, Pamela made her way back out of the library, saying goodbye to Miss Peterson, and then walked across the quad to the development where the faculty resided.

At the entrance to the faculty residential development, a dark-haired, very muscular, security drone, in head to toe latex and sky high-heeled boots, quizzed the student about her destination and then approved after confirming approval for the visit from Dr. Shrewsbury.

After giving directions and an offer to escort Miss Chamberlain, which she politely declined, the drone put a strong hand on her arm and quietly congratulated the former career woman on her sobriety and gave her an immediate contact code for the drone if ever needed for any reason. The way she emphasized any added a sense of flirtation to the kind comment that made her blush.

Pamela excused herself and walked down a street to find the Shrewsbury residence. She stood at the door, but before she could ping them, it slid open and April stood smiling at her. “Good evening, Miss Chamberlain,” she said with warmth, “April is so happy you could join us this evening for dinner. Please enter and join her in the kitchen to finish the evening meal. April is so excited to show Pamela the meal she has prepared!”

She followed the red-haired SERVANT into Dr. Shrewsbury’s home. He could be heard walking upstairs as they entered the kitchen. April had put together a delicious looking lasagna, salad, and soup. “Please grate cheese for the soup and salad, Miss Chamberlain,” she ordered before staring at the lasagna in consideration of whether it was time to cut it or not.

Pamela had always been someone who either ate out or ordered dinner via delivery drone, so having to shred cheese felt a bit demeaning, but April’s intense ease around the kitchen, as she walked around the island to put on her glasses as she pondered the soup, calmed her nerves.

“Miss Chamberlain,” April began, without looking up, “do you have a favorite meal you prepare?”

Pamela shrugged. “I’m sorry that I really don’t. I’ve always been too busy to really learn much. I always had a drone meal delivery plan.” She also came of age in a time when women’s domesticity was still sneered at and mocked by even the most conservative women. Being a good cook always felt like a weakness when competing with men in the workforce.

April looked up, and her shoulders slumped a bit. “April was never so privileged.” She paused. “That came out rudely and this SERVANT apologizes. She never took the evening meal seriously until the incredible men who run the Feminine Obedience Academy taught her that this is not just a time for nourishment, but for family and community.”

Her smile was friendly. “Miss Chamberlain is community. She is a sister in service to men.” A bit quieter, she added. “She is, thus, family.” A second passed as Dr. Shrewsbury could be heard coming down the stairs. “Please take the salad to the dining room table and then retrieve three bowls. April will bring the soup and then do the same.”

The echo of the women and their high heels could be heard on the hard floors as they made their way to the dining room table. Dr. Shrewsbury walked into the room and went over to kiss April, who eagerly leaned into it. “Hey, this looks amazing. Did you save me some sauce to try?” The SERVANT walked over to the island and brought back a small bowl and spoon. “This is fantastic. You were right,” he said with great fondness and pride for the woman he would be marrying after her DOLL semester.

He looked over at Pamela. “Miss Chamberlain, you have joined us as ordered. Stand at casual attention for me.” She stared at him. “Right, you have no idea how to that yet.” April stood, legs spread, chest leaned forward, and hands clasped together in front of her body, and Pamela attempted to recreate the pose with moderate success. “Good girl. We are going to have a nice meal and then talk about your semester. Help April bring the meal out to the dining room.”

Pamela obeyed and, at April’s urging, retrieved three plates for their meals as April brought the tray she had moved the lasagna to after it came out of the oven to cool over to the table as well. It looked really good, and she was quite impressed with the SERVANT’s cooking skills.

After April portioned a piece onto each plate, she sat down as Dr. Shrewsbury had and began eating. Pamela hesitated, unsure of herself, not wanting to violate some kind of protocol, and stood staring at Dr. Shrewsbury, which got a bemused chuckle out of him.

“Sit, please, Miss Chamberlain, I don’t thrive on formality when it comes to food. We are here to eat and enjoy each other’s company. My fiancé’s cooking has been coming along quite nicely since she took coursework last semester and will begin anew tomorrow.”

April blushed. “Master is too kind, Miss Chamberlain. April still has so much to learn from the incredible men who run the Feminine Obedience Academy. She is looking forward to classes beginning tomorrow.” A beat passed. “Miss Chamberlain,” the beautiful redhead began, “April has done a lot of research about the era before the war and was startled to see how women were expected to cook fewer and fewer meals themselves.”

Pamela sighed. The question came with such care and thought. If anyone else had asked it, she probably would have been offended. “I must confess I have never taken pride in cooking. I have always worked long hours and would have the evening meal delivered by drone. I could get the midday meal at work and breakfast on the train going there. Cooking always felt like something someone so career focused should not have to worry about.”

April nodded along, listening to her new friend’s answer. Dr. Shrewsbury interjected. “Of course. Long hours, tiredness, having to clean up. It is all very daunting when you’re so focused on ambition.” Another beat passed. “That came out rudely. It’s not your fault. Women have been told they can do 50 things at once, and it just…” He paused and considered his words. “...is not sustainable. At some point, something breaks. A drone meal occasionally is fine, of course, but not every night! I am so sorry society did that to you.”

“Miss Chamberlain,” April interjected once Master stopped speaking, “April is fascinated by the demands put on women before the war. It’s a miracle you sustained your career as long as you did.” She smiled at Master. “This SERVANT is so glad life has changed, and is changing now for you. April is proud to support you, however, it is required. We women are a family. There is a communal bond in our service to men.”

As he finished his soup, Dr. Shrewsbury looked at Pamela with admiration and care. He was very handsome. “That is very sweet of you, um, I—”

Dr. Shrewsbury put a hand up with a grin. “You can call her April or Miss Hargrove. Either is fine. SERVANTs and DOLLs, and DRONEs will mostly refer to you by your honorific and family name.”

“Oh,” Pamela said, “well, then, that is very sweet of you, April. I hope to feel that communal bond with other women. I’ve never had many female friends. Most were rivals in the workforce and friendships were...temporary.”

Dr. Shrewsbury motioned for them to stand up. April began taking plates into the kitchen while he made small talk with Pamela as a diversion. “When women are expected to do things outside their natural abilities and duties, such as have a career outside the home, they can never bond because they are constantly in competition with each other directly. Whether it is for the attention of men, or a promotion, or otherwise, there is never the sisterhood you will see when women submit to nature and become, as the academy teaches, docile, feminine, and obedient.”

Pamela, standing at casual attention, trying to emulate how April had stood, was going to reply when a three-dimensional hypnotic spiral display caught her attention, and she dropped into a trance immediately.

April moved to stand in front of her to ensure the spiral had her complete attention. “Miss Chamberlain, April apologizes for the ruse, but your compliance had to be ensured. As compliance with the rules and regulations of the Feminine Obedience Academy continues, this sort of action will not be required anymore.” She sighed softly as the realization that she had knelt before Master last semester, alongside her SERVANT and devoted sister slave Yoshiko without needing such subterfuge, but Pamela had much more work to become a model student, so more drastic measures were needed.

“Pamela, my dear, while in trance you will obey me in all things,” Dr. Shrewsbury began. “We need to go over a few things before you begin classes here. Do you understand?”

“Sir,” Pamela stated in a blank, monotone, voice, “I will obey you in all things.” She stared straight ahead still, empty eyed, waiting for instruction.

Dr. Shrewsbury motioned for April to turn off the spiral. She had shown proficiency in not getting caught up in a spiral not intended for her, which sometimes tripped up SERVANTs humorously. The future Mrs. Shrewsbury had maintained much of her intelligence while in this state.

They made their way upstairs to the spare room kept for guests and had Pamela sit down on the bed. “Pamela, I am going to give you some important instructions. These instructions will be embedded in your mind and not alterable by your conscious mind.” Dr. Shrewsbury sat down next to her. “You are such a special case for this academy. Most of the students here are nearer to April’s age, in their early twenties, and not quite close to your age. Given your...other situations as well, it is important that you have the most positive influences possible.”

April sat down on the other side of Pamela. Dr. Shrewsbury continued speaking. “Each semester, my SERVANT focuses on a few students in a mentoring role. She engages with all of my advisees, of course, but I always have them particularly engaging with a select group. There are different reasons why, none of them important to you, but I have commanded April to make you a high priority for mentorship.”

The redheaded SERVANT put a hand on Pamela’s arm. “Miss Chamberlain, it is such an honor to assist you in this way.”

Dr. Shrewsbury spoke again. “You are going to learn a lot from her. April is bright, feminine, and not only eager to please, but eager to learn. She will teach you a lot. Understand this: You have a lot of deprogramming that needs to be done. April can guide you, as will I. Do you understand?”

Pamela nodded slowly and, again, spoke in a monotone. “Sir, I will be mentored by April. I will learn a lot from her.” A tear bounced down her face. “I have a lot of deprogramming that needs to be done.”

He installed some other programming that, dear reader, you do not need to hear about quite yet and then woke her up. April leaned over and kissed Pamela, who returned it, before hugging her new mentoree. “April will meet Miss Chamberlain for breakfast tomorrow morning before classes. Please get a good night of rest.” She kissed her again. “April will speak to her in the morning.”

Pamela looked to Dr. Shrewsbury, slid off the bed, and knelt before him. April joined her. When the SERVANT bowed, Pamela did as well.

Dr. Shrewsbury laughed quietly. “Now, no need for that tonight. At least not tonight. Go home, pet, and, as April said, get a good night of rest. We all have big days tomorrow.”

Pamela stood up, hugged her sister slave, and then lowered her eyes before Dr. Shrewsbury, and followed him downstairs. At the door, she hugged him, unable to stop herself, and then left to go home.

* * *

It was starting to get dark, but curfew was not for a while, so Pamela took a leisurely stroll around campus. She could see the library’s lights starting to go down. Various students were walking from meetings or being escorted by a security drone or DOLL.

The studious former executive had done a number of virtual tours of the campus before arriving, in hopes she would not need such an escort. A DOLL stopped her near the apartment and opened the walled off entrance to the student development, since Pamela did not have identification yet. She was sad it was not the drone from earlier.

“Miss Chamberlin will receive identification at her collaring ceremony in two days,” the DOLL, a formerly cheerful student, then SERVANT, announced in a firm voice. Pamela thanked her and wondered, as she entered her apartment, if she would ever be like that.

Pamela put her purse down by the door and flipped off her shoes before putting them into the closet, which was filled with identical pairs of shiny black pumps, pencil skirts, sweaters, blouses, and ties. The bathroom was filled with feminine things like makeup, soaps, and fragrances. She stared at herself in the mirror and wished for bigger breasts like her mentor April. Thought, subliminally trained into her during those virtual tours, slipped out of her head as quickly as it came.

She sat down on the bed with a “Chamberlain” sign on the wall behind it. Guess this was hers. Her feet were sore from wearing heels all day. She would try to sit as much as possible tomorrow. One of the few female executives left besides her used to wear them, with a sensible pantsuit like her though, and would slip them off the moment she was back in her office. The dresser by her bed was filled with surprisingly modest underwear and a t-shirt to wear for bedtime. The light pink color was not something she was accustomed to, but it looked nice.

She stopped in place as the curfew bell for sleep rang out in a speaker on the ceiling, which put her into a light trance. Pamela had not heard the bells announcing 30 and 15 minutes to curfew, so it caught her by surprise.

“Good evening, ladies. Normally there will be not a message attached to this,” Dr. Anderson, Professor of Domestic Arts, began, “curfew bell, but while I have each of you in this state, I wanted to remind you to always wear your earbuds to bed. You will find pairs in the dresser between your beds.”

There was a 30 second pause to allow for each mesmerized student to get their earbuds out. Pamela opened the dresser drawer and saw two pairs left for her. “Please put them in and power on so an important message from the academy can be broadcast to you while you sleep. Okay, be good ladies and I know I will see some of you in class tomorrow.”

She got into bed and fell into a restful sleep quickly. The first night subliminal that students heard around campus varied from apartment to apartment, and, in a few cases, even student to student within apartments, but beyond general guidance to always obey men at the academy, address them as “Sir,” and so on, a need to maintain and always wear, unless commanded otherwise, the required student uniform was deeply conditioned into each student. Dress codes were important for women and enforced both their submission to the rules and regulations of men, but also to their femininity.

The final subliminal varied from apartment to apartment, but for Miss Chamberlain it was the time: I am so excited about the first day of classes...this is the beginning of a new life for me and my classmates...I will always focus on class and actively contribute...I will complete all out of class work in a timely manner...I will support my classmates and ensure they are as focused as I am on their studies…

The subliminal ran over and over during the night as each student was brainwashed into an initial level of compliance. Pamela would begin her new life as a student at the Feminine Obedience Academy will joy and focus.

* * *

The next morning, the lights in Pamela’s apartment began to slowly come on alongside the sun. At sunrise, her alarm went off, and she came out of her hypnotic slumber.

“It’s the first day of classes,” she exclaimed with great joy to no one in particular. Pamela was proving to be very gullible and easy to reprogram with whatever thoughts, feelings, and beliefs were demanded of her.

Pamela smiled as she stretched. “I am going to always focus on my classes and make sure to actively contribute. I will always support my classmates and make sure they focus on their studies.” No matter how many degrees or careers women gained, hypnotically manipulating their views with new ideas was a straightforward process.

She performed her morning ablutions and then began dressing. Pamela was so accustomed to the professional, sensible, business suits she had worn in the workplace, and the uniform here at the Feminine Obedience Academy would certainly take some getting used to for her.

The uniform for students consisted of fairly plain underwear; surprisingly, dark pantyhose; a gray and black pencil skirt; five-inch, shiny, black pumps; a blouse and sweater with a tie finishing it off. Pamela pulled her blonde hair into a pretty casual ponytail and did light makeup. April had worn a lot at dinner last night, but she wanted to wait and see what others did.

Meanwhile, each morning April, the future Mrs. Shrewsbury, greeted Dr. Shrewsbury with a long blowjob, but this morning, since it was the first day of classes, and her first day officially as a SERVANT, she rode his cock until screaming out in orgasmic delight. The redhead fell into Master’s arms and then padded down the hall to the guest bathroom, which had become her bathroom, to shower and dress.

April had to meet with Miss Chamberlain this morning for breakfast, so she allowed her neuro-chip to move her body through washing, only stopping for a long moment to let the hot water go over her shoulders, which were sore from exercise the day before. She was perfectly on time so far and prided herself on being punctual and precise.

The red-haired SERVANT dressed and did her makeup. Today was her first day in the standard SERVANT uniform: Again, fairly plain underwear; shiny black platform heels; white pantyhose; and the very form fitting latex maid uniform. The uniform hugged all of her surgically and athletically crafted curves. April’s augmented breasts stood up firmly and proudly behind the uniform top. Some SERVANTs showed off their cleavage, but Master’s preference was tits in tight tops, and even before coming under his control, April agreed with the sentiment. Her arms, shoulders, and thighs were becoming defined, and the previously more willowy woman was now looking fit and feminine. In contrast to Miss Chamberlain, her makeup was heavy with dark eyeshadow and a darker red lipstick. Finally, her hair, as required of all SERVANTS, was pulled back into a severe ponytail.

April looked at herself with pride and confidence. She took such great pride in looking her best not only because doing so pleased Master, but also because it generally felt good. Her confidence before coming to the Feminine Obedience Academy had always been low, and now, of course, accentuated by SERVANT programming, she felt the best about herself that could be recalled.

This led to a great confidence in her own abilities as well. April had learned so much from Yoshiko last semester and wanted to emulate her persona as much as possible for the students she was mentoring. They would carry that on to future students during their SERVANT semester as well.

April put on her collar and then attached a leash to it. This was a brand new one for a new semester. She gave herself a playful tug and walked out of the bathroom and did a spin for Master. “Incredible,” he remarked while fretting with his sweater. April came over and slightly tilted the fabric into the perfect place.

“First day of classes,” he mused, “I have meetings all day. Pretty boring. I know I can just ping your collar, but remind me where you will be?”

April grinned, but also stared over at the clock by the living room television. They needed to leave momentarily. “Master, we both need to leave in one moment to have timely arrivals. April will be having breakfast with Miss Chamberlain. She then has the first class session for Domestic Service II, followed by a gym session. During her free time period, she was going to check in on preparation for tomorrow’s collaring ceremony before returning home for dinner with you.” She looked at him with love and obedience mirrored in her eyes.

Dr. Shrewsbury pointed to the front door before kissing April on the forehead. “You SERVANTs and your time precision. So tightly wound up. We will have to do something about that tonight before bed.” He raised his eyebrows with a bemused expression on his face.

They bid goodbye to each other, and April walked to the end of the faculty development and queued up to cross the street to the main campus. Dr. Shrewsbury kept on straight to head over to the faculty offices. The red-haired SERVANT stood with her fellow sister SERVANTs, many of whom she had shared classes with during their student semester. They made small talk and shared their, programmed or genuine, enthusiasm for the first day of classes.

April stared straight ahead from behind a pair of sunglasses. She crossed the street when the security drone permitted them, and tried to walk as quickly as the five-inch platform heels on her feet allowed to make it to the student center at least another minute early.

Near the student center, she saw a few of the new DOLLs assisting students with directions. One of them had been a SERVANT in a Sexual Service last semester, and had assisted April with something during a demonstration of anal sex techniques. No doubt the DOLL, now bald and clad in latex head to toe, would not remember that for the moment. Nevertheless, she made sure to queue up near her and smiled with a friendly wave when the DOLL identified and greeted her as Miss Hargrove.

April had arrived a minute earlier than expected, but her sense of pleasure became joy when Pamela was also just on time as well. Pamela slid down her own sunglasses to stare at April, who shared her need for promptness.

The SERVANT was the first to blink. “Miss Chamberlain,” she said while walking a few steps closer, “it is so good to see you have come with such precision to our breakfast date.” She smiled with pride at the former business executive.

Pamela tilted her head slightly. “Yes, well, in my...former...profession being early was really on time. It is important to arrive early.”

April led them into the student center and only paused, so the DOLL at the door could scan her collar. She motioned to the DOLL that Pamela was with her and the DOLL greeted them, offering best wishes for the semester.

They queued up in line for breakfast. Pamela took a reasonable portion of eggs, vegetables, miso soup, and a matcha tea. April stoically took her protein shake from the DOLL at the station.

They sat down together at a table. Around them many other SERVANTs were sitting with a twosome, or more, and each group discussed their day. April remembered back to her first day on campus with the roommate she could barely remember now. They had been such good friends before coming to the Feminine Obedience Academy, but now it just did not matter anymore.

Pamela stared at April’s maid uniform. She had to wear one of those once for a boyfriend. It felt very demeaning at the time. The SERVANT looked so comfortable, as did all SERVANTs around them, wearing them. She idly wondered what it would be like to wear one. If the right man came along...the right kind of strict, dominant—

“How excited about the first day of classes are you? April is very excited for Domestic Service II to begin,” she asked the students. While genuinely excited to learn more from the incredible men who ran the Feminine Obedience Academy, her intellectualism also craved more education.

Pamela’s face brightened. “I am so excited about the first day of classes,” Pamela began with enthusiasm. “It’s the beginning of a new life for us.”

April nodded with approval. “Ensure each other is as focused as the other is on your studies.” She was quiet for a few seconds. “April’s roommate was not focused on studies. It was something that really put distance between us…”

In between nibbles, Pamela asked a question, “what happened to her? Is she a SERVANT now?”

April hesitated to confirm her lack of knowledge of Melinda’s whereabouts, so she pivoted the conversation. “Miss Chamberlain, it is time to leave for classes.” She stood up. “April will message you later on to get an update on how class went. Both students and SERVANTs have busy days ahead.”

Pamela stood up as well. They walked out together and then parted on the quad to head to different buildings. SERVANT classes were in another building from student classes.

At the student class building, a DOLL stopped each student and then waved them through after scanning their fingerprint. As they entered the classroom, a few students gave Pamela odd looks, but sat up front next to a few other students who had clearly gotten the same program they had undergone the evening before regarding their enthusiasm for learning.

All of them, and everyone in the class, went silent as their professor, Dr. Cullen, came into the room. His personal SERVANT, a stunning dark-skinned woman wearing an identical maid uniform to the one that April had worn, except in a different color, followed him a few steps behind and came to stand at casual attention besides him, but a few steps back.

They went over the syllabus for the course. Pamela took plenty of notes. If she wanted to be a proper submissive, it would be essential learning and skills.

She also watched Dr. Cullen, who was a handsome middle-aged man. His SERVANT was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen before. She wiggled off her high heels after seeing a few other students around the room do so as well.

After classes, our protagonist spoke to Dr. Cullen. He was quite charming and had clearly looked over all of their records. In another context, Pamela would have been very attracted to his wit. She fought off an urge to kneel at his feet.

They went back out onto the quad. Pamela, after putting her sunglasses back on, pulled out her tablet to look over the afternoon schedule.

Pamela’s schedule showed a mandatory salon visit. She sighed again. That sort of thing had never been a favorite of hers. Feminine frivolity always felt like it would get in the way of being taken seriously in the workforce.

Pamela walked over to the academy salon, which was attached to the medical center. A droned DOLL let her in after reviewing the schedule and pointed her in the direction of the front desk, where a stunning blonde wearing a brief, cleavage baring, dress and clear platform heels stood waiting for incoming students. She spoke to a handful of students, pointed them to two angular sets of stairs, and then excused herself to sway over to Pamela. The woman was collared and leashed with the name CHERYL written in pink cursive on it.

“Miss Chamberlin,” she began when reaching the new student, “Cheryl is thrilled to meet you. She has been waiting for your arrival with much anticipation.”

They sat down in a meeting area. The salon director crossed her shapely legs, which Pamela also did with much less grace. “Cheryl is director of the salon the incredible men who run the Feminine Obedience Academy offer to students, SERVANTs, and DOLLs to maintain their femininity. Your records indicate a lack of skill that can be tempered by required salon visits that have already been added to your routine.”

Pamela nodded. This woman was breathtakingly attractive. There was an intensity to her, a precision, that was not as soulless as a DOLL or as determined as April and other SERVANTs she had observed and encountered so far. “Yes...well, I never thought it was all that important. But recently, as part of my recovery, I have come to understand how important my femininity is.”

Cheryl smiled cheerfully. She had the deepest blue eyes Pamela had ever seen in her life. Surely, they were genetically modified. As were other parts of her body. “Yes, of course, Miss Chamberlain, your recovery and sobriety is remarkable. Cheryl used to be quite the partier before she began learning from the incredible men who run the Feminine Obedience Academy. Now she sees duty and purpose in service.” The stunning blonde leaned in. “Four years of sobriety from drinking and drugs, too,” she whispered so only they could hear.

Pamela nodded and smiled. That was reassuring to hear. “I was assigned regular salon visits,” she scratched at her hair, “I have to admit I am not that accustomed to this sort of thing. I have no idea what I am doing.” Her eyes connected with Cheryl’s, “I think you do though.” A hint of flirtation could be heard in her voice, which shocked the normally so prudish and professional woman.

Cheryl softly smiled. “Yes, Miss Chamberlain, of course Cheryl does. Regularly scheduled hair and nail appointments will maintain physical beauty and focus the mind and body on femininity. Cheryl has been assigned to oversee your sessions. She cannot wait for them! This is always such a busy and wonderful time on campus.”

Pamela was hesitant to speak, normally so self-assured, and then finally did. “I, um, have never really taken care of that much...I don’t know what to do really?” It was true: She had never been very girlie and had, until her stay with the Sandersons, found it all to be silly and frivolous. Time spent with Mrs. Sanderson, an incredible woman, had changed her mind.

“Oh,” Cheryl began, “while Cheryl can offer advice, you need to speak with Miss Garrison up there.” She pointed a long red-nailed hand towards the center of the room, where top and bottom stairs intertwined. “She will be able to assist and offer expertise. The incredible men who run the Feminine Obedience Academy have taught her well.”

Cheryl hugged her new friend and promised to send a message with suggested hair and nail ideas later in the day. Pamela gave her a wave and then walked over to the stairs and went up them to queue up to meet with Miss Garrison. She noticed, looking down, that the floors were clear glass, so people below them could see what was above. The first firm she had worked at was like that until someone threatened to sue because they found out a male partner had been staring up their skirt from below.

Before Pamela could ponder this further, her name was called, and she walked over to the single office on the floor. Two sets of stairs up and down hugged it along with the one she had come up. Inside it stood a beautiful brunette in a very brief dress, her impressive bust flooding out of it, and platform heels. Her collar read NIKKI, with hearts over each “i.”

Nikki waved at her. “Hello, Miss Chamberlain, Nikki is so happy to finally meet you. She has been reviewing your file and has some suggestions for a beauty regimen. Please sit down.” Miss Garrison had a perfect, sun kissed, tan and the same kind of eyes that looked as genetically enhanced as her breasts.

Pamela sat down, again awkwardly crossing her legs, and listened to the beautiful woman. A subliminal command had been trained into her to find comfort in both Cheryl and Nikki’s words and ideas, so she pulled a notebook out of her planner and began taking notes.

She showed her various lotions and creams to use to accentuate her beauty and, without saying, slow any signs of aging. Nikki had been articulate enough to realize that Miss Chamberlain was about ten years older than the average student at the Feminine Obedience Academy, and that might be awkward to bring up. She had seen a film while a student at the FOA about how “career women” like Miss Chamberlain were offended by people asking their age! Thankfully, Cheryl, slightly smarter than her, offered advice.

Nikki held up a bottle. “These are vitamins you are required to take every morning,” she began in her sweet, up-pitched, voice. “They will help with health and body development.” The brunette paused to see if Pamela questioned that, nervous she may offend, but Miss Chamberlain kept writing down everything she said.

One thing did give Pamela pause: “Well, currently,” Nikki continued, “you’re not scheduled for any cosmetic work, and—”

“Wait,” Pamela interrupted, looking up, “cosmetic work? Obviously, I have seen…” she trailed off for a second, not wanting to directly say a polite version of your gigantic tits, “...some of the women around here, but is it really needed?” Mrs. Sanderson, although naturally busty, had considerable, genetically enhanced, breasts. Maybe she needed them too…

“Oh,” Nikki began with a soft smile, “you will need to speak to Dr. Bedford about that, Miss Chamberlain. You will meet with him after you leave Nikki.”

Pamela blinked a few times. Another subliminal conditioned into her was a feel of ease around men like Dr. Bedford. He had been mentioned by name. She sighed, and the unruly thought slipped out of her increasingly suggestible mind.

Nikki pointed up the clear stairs to the entrance of the medical center. “Nikki will leave the lotions and creams she suggested in a box at the entrance. Miss Chamberlain can pick them up on the way out.”

After saying goodbye to Nikki, Pamela made her way up the stairs, but not before looking down to see if anyone was below her. Thankfully, no one was, and she reached the top of the stairs and was checked in by the DOLL at the door. Despite her lack of feminine acuity, the shaved heads were just as off-putting to the soon-to-be former career woman.

The DOLL instructed her to go to a waiting room, and she sat down inside of it, glad to be off her feet for a little while. The shiny black pumps on her feet were hurting a lot, but she was also glad to get a lotion from Nikki that would help with that.

A moment passed and there was a gentle knock at the door. A beautiful woman in a latex approximation of an old nurses’ uniform, enormous breast implants flooded out of it, walked into the room and smiled at her. The collar around her neck read O’REILLY in pink cursive with, again, a little heart over the “i” in her last name.

“Hello,” the nurse began with a cheerful smile, “Sadie is here to assist the incredible Dr. Bedford with your intake exam. She is the head of nursing here at the Feminine Obedience Academy. Her duty is service, and she will assist Miss Chamberlain to the best of her abilities.”

Pamela went to question what Nikki had said about the possibility of cosmetic work being required on her body when the door opened, no knock, and Dr. Bedford walked in. Sadie smiled at Master, and Pamela’s stern expression shifted to one of docile calm. He was likely around her age, maybe a little older, and had trim dark, slightly graying, hair and a clean cut beard. The doctor was very attractive, and Pamela’s initial conditioning had taught her to find him trusting and an authority figure to obey and please. She felt content in his presence.

“Ah, good afternoon, Miss Chamberlain,” he began with a charming grin. Out of the corner of her eye, Pamela noticed that Sadie’s attention never left him. She looked at him with adoration.

“We will need to keep this meeting fairly brief,” Dr. Bedford continued, “but since you have had actual physical exam records from your previous life, a lot of the information we need is already available to us. So many of the women who come here are from poor or unruly backgrounds and never received proper medical treatment. It’s a real shame.”

He looked over at Sadie and then at Pamela. “Sadie, please allow us to speak in private. Prepare for the next batch of intakes.”

Sadie typically did not respond with a “Yes, Master,” these days, but did for effect on the first day of classes to show incoming students that she, like them, existed to obey men. Without another word, she felt the room, wide and muscular hips swaying in the white platform heels on her feet.

As the clicks of Sadie’s heels got quieter and quieter down the hallway, Dr. Bedford rolled his chair a bit closer to Pamela. “Miss Chamberlain, I am sure you have heard this many times, but I was deeply moved by your story.” He reached forward and took one of her hands in his own. She squeezed back before being able to stop herself. “Not only your sobriety story, but your acknowledgment of your need to serve a man. You can be a role model here for other women. They can emulate you.”

Pamela lowered her eyes before looking back up. “I think I am the one who needs to emulate other women, Sir. I learned so much from Mrs. Sanderson, but here...it’s very overwhelming. I still have so much to learn, and I want to remain humble.”

Dr. Bedford squeezed her hand again. “Good girl. That is great to hear. I often find that the best students here at the Feminine Obedience Academy are those who have an even temperament. Not too unruly or out of control, but also not too enthusiastic and eager.” He put a hand on her face. “A piece of clay that can be molded into the finest possible.”

The good doctor continued, “After all, there are so many lovely women here to emulate. This is a direct order,” he began, pausing to watch Pamela’s eyes blink and then a soft smile come across her face, as had been subliminally programmed into her to do when learning a direct order, “Miss O’Reilly, my head of nursing, Miss Garrison and Miss Enden downstairs, and of course, your advisor’s lovely fiancé Miss Hargrove are fine women to emulate. Mrs. Sanderson is the ideal role model for you as well, pet. You will learn from all of them. Do you understand?”

Pamela again lowered her eyes. His firmness with her made the former career woman melt. “Yes, Sir, I will emulate all of them.”

“Good girl,” Dr. Bedford said while sliding back a little bit in his chair. “Your sobriety story is very brave, Miss Chamberlain. I am at some years of maintaining my own.”

He showed her the sobriety app on his personal device, the same one she used, with the years, months, and days. “I had to stop during...do you remember that one lockdown during the war that lasted a few months?”

Pamela nodded. “Yes, Sir. We started working from home during it...I could not wait to go back to the office, but we had to wait until everything was safe again. I had just gotten a promotion and really wanted to show what I had to offer to the partners.” She remembered the bombing in what would become District Four. The government had feared it would spread, but the fighting moved back up north eventually, and everyone was released from their homes.

Dr. Bedford shook his head. “I was fresh out of medical school. Nothing like this incredible place,” he added with a chuckle, “and working endless shifts at odd hours. What a sick society it was to make people do that! I was drinking a lot to fall asleep because I would be so wound up after a really long shift. I ended up…with a problem…”

Pamela stood up and hugged him and then returned to her chair. She paused before speaking. “I was working really long hours too...I wanted to impress everyone with my skills and intellect. I had always been told women had to work twice as hard to make it in the world...the stress I ended up under really hurt me, and I began drinking much more than socially.”

She wiped away a tear. “I began drinking at work. Not much, but enough. Some of the senior partners did too, but men doing so is considered charming. Women, not so much.”

Dr. Bedford nodded. “Right. One of the reasons I am such a big believer in the mission of this academy is that overwhelming expectation. Men can handle it, for the most part, but women, hardly! It’s just not right to expect them to either...it’s abusive! You have another purpose now.” He squeezed her hand. “You were so brave to accept that, pet.”

He reached forward and kissed her forehead before commanding the student to head off to her next appointment. Sadie, having been watching on a screen in another room, came in and hugged Master tightly. She was so moved by Miss Chamberlain’s bravery!

* * *

Pamela walked back down the clear stairs out of the medical center, waving at her new friend Nikki, and moved with confidence to the front of the salon, where a DOLL nurse waited with the box of lotions and vitamins for her, although the quick-thinking DOLL, upon finding out Miss Chamberlain had one more appointment, promised to drop the box off personally at her quarters after shift.

She agreed to this kind gesture and made her way to another building, and, walking around the first floor, could not find the room number. But as she turned the final corner, a new dot appeared on the building map her personal device showed. The room was through another room and into a backdoor, which she found finally.

Of course, a sobriety therapy session would be held in private. She was the first to arrive, but soon after a SERVANT, one we have never met, of course, confidentiality will be kept, came into the room and announced that she would be running it. The SERVANT asked for Miss Chamberlain’s assistance when needed and Pamela, of course, was happy to do so. Other students, four in total, arrived and their meeting began.

They went around the room telling their stories. The SERVANT’s story was that of out of control partying in the upper class. Eventually, her family became fed up and sent her off for an attitude adjustment on her 22nd birthday. One of the students was clearly still in the process of not only detoxing herself, but also alternating between guilt and rage.

Pamela told her own story, which shocked everyone in the room. “I wish my mom would come here,” one of them muttered, not realizing that Miss Chamberlin was not a parent. However, the SERVANT running the session asked her to elaborate on that, and she talked about how her mom had also focused on career and then remarried after her dad died and basically ditched her to a life in the lower class. “Did you do that to your family,” she asked Pamela with some level of contempt.

Pamela paused before answering. Her accusation had cut rather sharply. “I never had a family. Sure, there were a few serious relationships, but they always became strained because of my competitive nature and focus on work first and foremost. I am sorry that happened to you. Ditching a family for a new one is so...crude. I always believed, not sure if I do now, that women should be able to balance work and home, but obviously some do not do well.”

The student softened a bit in appreciation for Pamela’s answer. The SERVANT running the meeting also offered a grateful grin to her. They continued to speak at the end of the meeting and promised to keep in touch between meetings as well.

She walked home afterward, crossing campus as many other students were also heading home for the evening. A few stopped her to introduce themselves from class and wanted to know more about the former executive’s story, which deeply touched her.

At the entrance to the dorm that her quarters were in, Pamela was allowed into it by the security DOLL on guard. The DOLL reminded her again that, after tomorrow, she would be allowed in and out via her collar and wished her the best of luck at the collaring ceremony.

The next day seemed to go so slowly as the collaring ceremony awaited them in the evening. Pamela went to yoga and then studied for her first quizzes in Domestic Life 101. Miss Chamberlain’s notes were extremely organized, and she asked the head librarian to scan them for her personal device.

Afterward, she went to the salon for mandatory appointments in preparation for the evening’s festivities. Pamela had never really focused much on such feminine matters, but found herself pleasantly engaged with it while having fancier nails put on. Cheryl’s suggestions for her makeup seemed reasonable, but especially when her friend giggled and said, “Dr. Bedford loves it.” That was quickly becoming a motivating factor.

Finally, the collaring ceremony arrived as the sun was setting. DOLLs served a light meal, and then the students idled in conversation with each other while SERVANTs began entering the room with piles of boxes. Pamela saw April briefly, but the SERVANT quickly left again. This made her frown, but her increasingly dimmed attention span was distracted by a conversation with another student.

Pamela was so pleased to see Dr. Bedford walk in with Sadie, leashed, at his side. The busty nurse wore a fancier version of her pornographic uniform. Formal attire?

Latex formal attire?

Sadie took a few steps forward and stood before the women she would assist Master in molding into incredible, feminine, submissive, women. “Please line up and stand at casual attention to present yourselves.” Each student complied quickly.

Sadie swayed back to Master and handed him her leash before standing at casual attention as well. “Well, hello ladies,” Dr. Bedford began, making eye contact with Pamela. “I have met some of you, but not all, so let me introduce myself to you.”

He gave Sadie’s leash a gentle tug; most probably did not notice. “My name is Dr. Bedford. I run our medical center here on campus. This lovely woman next to me is our head of nursing, Sadie O’Reilly. Some years ago, she was standing where you are all right now.” The good doctor recalled Sadie’s bratiness as a come on to him to test his dominance over her. After fucking and then brainwashing the bimbo’s brains out, he gained a loyal and loving servant.

She took a step forward in her latex uniform and sky-high platform heels to light applause. Dr. Bedford continued. “I have not been the director of a collaring ceremony for some years, but there are a few things I must remind you of before we begin. Once each student is collared by their roommate, you will be presented to the audience. There are faculty, administrators like me, and various donors and guests waiting to see you. Once all students are presented, there will be a social hour to socialize with these people. Make a good impression. Who knows, a future owner or husband could be out there!”

Dr. Bedford began walking up and down the rows and stopped next to Pamela. He was impressed with how Miss Chamberlain kept looking straight ahead. “Remember that no matter what happens tonight or over the next three semesters as a student, SERVANT, and DOLL, there are no winners or losers. The right outcome will come for you. It may be soon, or it might not be for a while now. I am looking to add new staff in the medical center on a permanent basis, so there is always that.”

He reached the end of the line and stared at the back of Pamela’s tight blonde ponytail. “At some point, you will have agency over these decisions to an extent, but at a certain point, perhaps not. I am only the director of the medical center, but I will try to support you in any way I can. Always feel free to come to me or Sadie for help. She is pingable 24 hours a day. My office door is always open.” He paused for a few seconds. “Okay, let’s get those collars on you and get moving with this wonderful evening. He paused for a beat. “OH, right, there is another surprise for you.”

He continued speaking while SERVANTs, including April, came into the room with boxes that they dropped at the feet of each student. “Each semester at the collaring ceremony, the professor presiding over it gets to choose a theme for the evening. Since, as I said, I am searching for some new nursing interns, that could become permanent positions, I decided that tonight each of you would model the nursing uniform here at the Feminine Obedience Academy.”

Pamela stared at Dr. Bedford and was flustered by his playful wink and mouthing of “later” at her. He excused himself to give the women some privacy, and each SERVANT began instructing their assigned students in how to put on latex.

April swayed over to them in her own latex maid uniform. She looked gorgeous as always. “Miss Chamberlain, April has been assigned to assist you.” She stared at Pamela. “Have you worn latex before?”

Pamela sighed and then told the truth. “Yes, just once for a boyfriend who wanted to...experiment.” That seemed to be a pattern in her relationships with men.

The redheaded SERVANT tilted her head slightly and smiled in an unnervingly flirtatious manner that bordered on predatory. “It’s really not that complicated.” The studious SERVANT was rarely seen this way, but Master had instructed her to find out. Her neuro-chip sent out a message confirming his view.

They opened the boxes and found a green latex nursing uniform for Pamela. Underwear, stockings, and platform heels matching the uniforms were also inside, as well as a lubricant and powders if needed. April had become quite confident in wearing her own latex uniform, required of all SERVANTs, and began guiding the students assigned to the SERVANT. Around them, students casually undressed, having been programmed since day one to remove a sense of feminine modesty about being naked around other women, and followed the instructions their own SERVANT offered to them.

Miss Chamberlain’s latex uniform took a little longer to go on, but April was able to get it into place. Pamela’s breasts also poured out of the top of the dress, and, looking over at April’s enormous bust, felt a lack of confidence fill her. The platform heels, green like her uniform, were much more comfortable to wear than the shiny black pumps she had been wearing for the last week.

It was now time for the collaring ceremony. April slid Pamela’s onto her neck, since she did not have a roommate. Both noted a slight pinch as a sense of calm, and mind controlling nanites, filled their bodies. The collar’s interface had an LCD screen on the right side with each student’s last name and identification number. Her STUDENT status was also listed with the initials of their advisor.

Dear reader, as always, I will not tell you what their identification numbers are! You might steal their identity or commit fraud of some sort!

Erotic Mind Control Fraud!

On the left side of the collar were three lights. Only one was lit at the moment. A leash hook was central to the collar. Pamela shivered at the idea of being leashed. She noticed, and found it odd, that the conversation had slowed, but then the thought slipped away as her own mind slowed to a crawl, and before she turned around at the sound of Dr. Bedford’s playful cough as he reentered the room. Each student stood at casual attention as they dropped into a moderate trance.

“Ah, wonderful, looks like your initial nanite batch worked on every one of you,” he paused as Sadie, April, and a few other SERVANTs walked up and down the lines. Sadie gave him a pink-nailed thumbs up and he continued. “With my personal device, I have activated the nanites inside your collars to put you into a trance. It’s not a severe one, but not a light one either. You will focus on my voice and instructions. I want to ensure tonight’s proceedings go off without a hitch.”

“You will all be leashed now. You will take great pride in being leashed.” Dr. Bedford stared at Pamela. “You feel safe while leashed. Any man at the Feminine Obedience Academy who takes your leash in their hand will have your full attention and obedience.” She blankly stared straight ahead, soaking in the words of her controller.

April walked down her assigned row and hooked a leash onto Pamela’s collar. “April is so proud of you,” she said to each quietly while remembering her own collaring ceremony with Yoshiko assisting Dr. Shrewsbury. She knew he was out in the audience, but Master felt like he was 100 miles away. She longed to be at his side.

Once all students were leashed, Dr. Bedford continued. The rest of his speech was the traditional sending off statement, but put into his own words. “Now that you have been collared and leashed, one thing should be apparent. You are here to improve: There is a wide range of reasons for why you ended up here. But you are all here to improve. Support each other. Befriend one another. Do not compete. Tonight, and every night while at the Feminine Obedience Academy, there are no winners or losers. We will guide you to where you need to be. Do you understand?”

Each woman confirmed with a monotone “Yes, Sir,” to his delight. He had been practicing this speech with Sadie for a week. She nodded her own approval at his side.

Each set of students lined up together. The one on the left went out first, followed by the other a minute later after the former’s introduction was complete. Various levels of applause and murmuring could be heard from the room for each student. Pamela was near the end of the line. April walked by them at one point and muttered something, but neither could hear nor understand due to their current entranced state, which placed priority on male voices above any other.

When it was her turn, the SERVANT managing the side of the stage put a manicured hand up and then put it down, whispering “good luck” to her as she walked onto the stage, which had a marker for where to stand at casual attention. A brief version of her story was told, which got a lot of discussion going in the audience, but then some “oh well” statements when her current tags were announced. Another round of applause was offered for her bravery in accepting a place at the Feminine Obedience Academy, and she walked offstage to join the other students in rows, staring blankly ahead.

She waited, lost in trance, for the rest of the students to be introduced. Quite the murmur went up for a few of them, including one of Dr. Shrewsbury’s other assigned students, which delighted both him and April, and, after the president of the Feminine Obedience Academy offered some comments, all students were brought out of their trances.

Pamela blinked back to life and looked at her surroundings. The blonde former executive was used to lavish ceremonies and get-togethers like this, networking was an important part of being a powerful woman.

Before Pamela could really begin to mingle, there was a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was Sadie!

“Miss Chamberlain,” she began, “one of the incredible men attending tonight’s event would like to speak to you. Sadie has been given the honor of coming to find you.” She took her sister slave’s hand in her own.

Pamela and Sadie walked through the room. One donor stopped them, recognizing the nurse from an event a few years before, and they continued to an elevator, where they got on.

“Where are we going? Who wants to see me?” Pamela asked, but Sadie snapped to attention for the elevator ride. A moment later, the doors opened to a meeting room, where she found Dr. Bedford.

Before she could say anything, Sadie came back to life and pushed a palm against the button on the back of Pamela’s collar, which brought her into an instant trance.

She gasped and then, wide-eyed, stared straight ahead. Her mind emptied of all thoughts as it readied for command.

“Good girl,” Dr. Bedford said to Sadie before giving her leash a playful tug. “Go back to the party and enjoy yourself. Don’t be too late.” His head nurse swayed away from him obediently and back onto the elevator, where she snapped to attention again as the doors closed.

He stepped in front of Pamela and took her leash in his hand. “Miss Chamberlain, you are going to follow me. I need to have a very private conversation with you before the night ends. Follow me, do not speak, and listen to my words.”

Pamela followed at his side before he stopped her. “No, women walk a step behind men. You walk side by side with your sisters in service to men, but not with men.” She took a step back and then slightly more at his hand motion. “Better. I know you career women are used to just rampaging around corporate offices, but that is not how we do things here.”

They walked through a connector into the next building, which was the medical center. He stopped her at the end of the corridor. “You walk in such a masculine manner, even in such feminine shoes. Your gym sessions will assist with that.” Pamela continued to stare straight ahead.

At the end of the connector, he waved a card on the scanner, which then also scanned Pamela’s collar, and the door swooshed open for them. Lights lit up in a long corridor as they walked along it to another door which scanned them again before opening up to a back staircase into the medical center.

Dr. Bedford paused at the top of it, which made Pamela stop a step behind him. He grinned proudly. She was a quick learner. They looked down at the evening nursing staff doing work. There was a woman in a tube being worked on by two nurses and another doctor who waved up at them.

They watched the work for a moment. “You are going to do your internship with me here in the medical center this semester, Miss Chamberlain, You have a lot to learn about feminine behavior, sexual attitudes, and how to dress properly.”

He took her hand in his own again and felt a great deal of masculine confidence at her squeeze of his hand. “I care about you. I want to mentor you.” They continued to walk around the corridor to his office and then entered it.

The door swooshed closed behind them. “We have something in common,” he continued thoughtfully. “We are old enough to have lived in the times before the war. We are old enough to have damage from that time. We share a common struggle. One that,” he said, leaning in to kiss her, “requires the discipline and strictness of masculine and feminine duties. If you embrace these duties, you will thrive.”

Pamela returned the kiss and pulled him into her arms. She was growing quite fond of this man quickly. “Sir, do I look good in latex?” An insecurity, but also a deep desire to please him, filled her mind and body. The blonde student’s heart was racing.

Dr. Bedford chuckled a bit. He put a hand under her right breast and grinned as Pamela squirmed awkwardly at his touch. “Most women look fine in it, but your goal should be to look incredible. You should turn the head of every man. Women should be envious of you.” He kissed her again. “With some psychical and mental...modifications...you will look and feel your best at all times, pet.”

Pamela put her head against his chest, and thus did not have an opportunity to react to him tapping the back of her collar. She dropped into trance again and stood upright at casual attention. Her eyes, so lively a moment before, emptied of life as she stared at her controller.

“Good girl,” he said with care in his voice. “Let’s not get carried away here. You will return to your quarters and receive your evening lesson. This weekend, you will relax and enjoy leisure time while competing your studies. We will speak again next week during your first internship session. Now, go home, before we get carried away.”

Pamela did not speak, but left the way she had come, lost in trace, and soon joined other students and SERVANTs walking along on their way home. A DOLL scanned her collar for the first time and allowed her into the development, where she was also able to scan it to enter her quarters.

After removing her latex uniform, she changed into the required shorts and tank top, slid her earbuds in, and lay down for sleep.

A fresh set of subliminal messaging was added to Pamela’s overnight programming. An affinity for wearing latex was added to her siren whispers, as was a directive to accept Dr. Bedford and Sadie as mentors. This was programmed into her over and over throughout the night and over the weekend. By Monday morning, when classes resumed, it was mantras that had both become objective truths.

END OF PART TWO

Part Three

Early in the next week, Miss Chamberlain took dutiful notes in Domestic Life 101 and scored a surprisingly high score on her first in kitchen quiz. The professor, Dr. Anderson, offered affirmative praise for her, while she wondered what it would be like to cook a meal for her new mentor, Dr. Bedford.

All students in their cohort came together for their semi-daily gym sessions. They changed into form fitting spandex, tank tops advertising the DOCILE program, and running shoes in various pastel shades. The tank tops showed off ample cleavage, but Pamela wondered if she had enough.

Their trainer, a handsome man named Jonas, and his permanent training assistant Kimmi ran them through a yoga session, which ended in a trance after some trigger phrases were stated, and then a gym session where light weights were introduced along with various squats and other limbering exercises.

Kimmi was a stunning Korean woman with very long dark hair, a plump mouth, plentiful breasts, and a muscular body with a firm backside. She was stunning and Jonas cleared carted deeply about her given how he looked at her while she showed an example for each work out. She had been his business partner before the war and afterward became his obedient slave and muscular jock bimbo wife.

After the gym session, Pamela, soaked in sweat, exhausted, catching her breath, blinked a few times and then padded over, something she had never done before arriving at the Feminine Obedience Academy, to Jonas and Kimmi as a subliminal trigger activated.

“Sir,” she said, still catching her breath, “I would like an additional treadmill session, so I can learn to walk in a more feminine manner.” Her breathing was still heavy, not used to such aggressive exercise.

Jonas smiled. He had read Miss Chamberlain’s story and was deeply moved by it like everyone else. Kimmi had been one of those girlboss types before the war. Now she was an obedient dove.

“Okay,” he said with a chuckle and grin, “catch your breath.” He motioned for Kimmi to get her a towel. “You overdid it today. We will work on that.”

Pamela took the towel from Kimmi and wiped her brow. “Sir, thank you so much. I’m sorry that I over did it today. This is all new to me. I only did light exercise before and now—”

“You feel a bit out of shape and eager to correct that,” Jonas interrupted and confirmed. “Yes.” He looked her up and down. She was, despite everything, very attractive. Shapely legs and nice breasts. He would find ways to significantly improve them. “I can help you with that.”

Kimmi took a step forward and placed a tan, pink nailed, hand on her arm. “Miss Chamberlain,” she began in a polite, dreamy, voice, “Kimmi has a program you can use to assist. She observed you at the collaring ceremony having some struggles with wearing high heels. Miss Chamberlain, you seemed to struggle with the dress code as well.”

Pamela nodded. “I’m just not so used to being...how do I say this…”

“...on display? Like right now,” Jonas said, “all that sweat soaked cleavage being fully on display for all to see. Those shapely legs that need more definition.”

Pamela had finally started breathing normally, but blushed at his forward nature. Jonas did also look at her with fondness and pointed over to a treadmill that Kimmi was walking towards.

Kimmi started it up at a very slow pace. “Miss Chamberlain, you need to practice proper feminine gait. Kimmi has just the exercise for you.” She reached down and opened a box, revealing a pair of clear pink platform heels with a five-inch heel. “These shoes might be more comfortable for practice than the shiny, black, pumps that are required by the dress code created by the incredible men who run the Feminine Obedience Academy.”

Pamela looked at them skeptically. Pumps were one thing, but these were the kinds of shoes that low-class women wore. Whores. Strippers.

Jonas put a protective, patriarchal, hand on her leash. Pamela tensed up and looked at him. “I think they will help you out a lot. Put them on and then follow Kimmi’s instruction, pet.”

Pamela hesitated, but then put on the platform heels, which Kimmi assisted with the straps of that kept her feet in place. They were, after taking a few steps, actually fairly comfortable compared to the shiny black pumps required from day to day. She looked over at Jonas, who nodded in approval.

“Step onto the treadmill,” he said quietly, with some reassuring tone in his voice. Jonas really was proud of his work and especially women like her who had struggles. Another in the new student cohort struggled with mental health issues, and getting her to relax during yoga and then a one on one session with Kimmi had greatly pleased him.

After an encouraging smile from Kimmi, Pamela stepped onto the treadmill and awaited further instruction.

Jonas tapped a few buttons on the treadmill’s interface, and it began moving very slowly. A three-dimensional hypnotic display popped up on the screen with a trigger phrase that put Pamela into a trance. “Begin walking slowly,” Jonas commanded as the hypnotic spiral split into a second screen with a display of Kimmi’s perfect feminine gait. “Follow the video as much as you can. It’s okay if it isn’t perfect the first time. Just try to improve on it.

Pamela was now deeply lost in trance, only hearing his commands as she moved to emulate her new friend’s walking style. She still moved too fast and stumbled a bit, which, despite being in trance, was met with frustration on her face. Trying again, her gait improved a bit with Kimmi coaching her from the other side of the treadmill.

Kimmi smiled with programmed enthusiasm. “Miss Chamberlain, Kimmi used to be much like you. She tried to compete with men, but now she understands that our purpose is to obey men. Master commands and Kimmi obeys. It makes perfect sense, sister slave.”

After a few more hours of conditioning, both physical and hypnotic,a more feminine sway had been added to Pamela’s walking gait, which caught the attention of a few passersby. A DOLL security officer walked by as well: The DOLL was surgically perfected with a muscular frame and an enormous bust. Did Pamela need bigger breasts? Again, the thought popped into her suggestible mind, and began to be a nagging thought that, upon meeting up with April, who was stunningly attractive, began to become an unavoidable future for her.

Pamela went to an advising meeting with Dr. Shrewsbury, which April was also there for too. The red-haired SERVANT looked stunning, and her form-fitting maid uniform sat snug on the future Mrs. Shrewsbury’s frame.

Dr. Shrewsbury leaned back in his office chair. Pamela had been one of his easiest advisees so far. She was always prompt, prepared, and quick to condition and train. The women with all the degrees and supposed “intellect” were often the easiest to tame in his experience. Besides that, or perhaps due to it, he would not be advising her much moving forward.

“Miss Chamberlain, I am so glad you are here. We need to discuss your internship at the academy. This will begin immediately and continue throughout your SERVANT semester, and, if applicable, your DOLL semester too.” He shrugged. “Time will tell, of course.”

April, standing at his side, spoke up with a proud smile. “Miss Chamberlain,” she began, “you have been assigned to do your internship in the office of Dr. Bedford. This is quite an honor: He does not accept many new students, but some openings in the medical center have prompted a need to be filled by the wonderful student class, like you.”

Pamela slid around in her chair and tried not to blush. “I…really…like…Dr. Bedford. You are right, April, it is quite an honor. I look forward to beginning my time in his service.”

“Good girl,” Dr. Shrewsbury said with a proud grin. He had been caught up about Dr. Bedford and Pamela’s flirtations. It would be good for her to be placed with someone who was fond of her. “April is correct; he does not take on many new students for internships, only when there are openings available. A few of his staff are leaving for new positions, so there is an opening available for you. I know you will take advantage of it.”

He leaned forward a bit with a playful wink. “Who knows, it could be a more permanent position at some point.”

* * *

After her Essentials For Home Living class the next day, Pamela spent her free time period in the library reviewing materials for her internship. Afterward, she got dinner and then went to her sobriety meeting in the usual secluded location.

The past few meetings had been fairly quiet, but this one ended up being very intense. One student was late and then came in ranting and raving at everyone. She was having a hard time of it and even tried to slap Pamela after her attempts to calm the student down went nowhere. A security DRONE took the student away after trancing her.

Once things settled down, the students and SERVANT monitoring the meeting began talking. Another student admitted to having struggles recently with worries about relapse. She had taken on more yoga and meditation, which amounted to more hypnotic gym sessions as her butt got firmer and bigger.

When it was Pamela’s turn to talk herself, she noted that sometimes pangs for a career could be felt, but that drive was also connected to her addictive and competitive personality, so it delighted her to now have an internship in the medical center to focus on. This sentiment had been programmed into her nightly over the past few weeks.

One of the students remarked that Pamela had looked “really hot” in her new uniform with a hint of sapphic flirtation. “I am much happier here now,” Pamela noted as a DOLL came in to thank the students for their diligence and that the out of control student was now safe and being evaluated by the incredible men who run the Feminine Obedience Academy. They decided to end the meeting right there.

It was still early evening, but Pamela was exhausted and stressed out. That had been a difficult meeting for sure, and while there was some sisterhood in being with others recovering like she was, it was still tiring, and seeing a student struggle had been very triggering for her.

She stopped around the corner of a building and pulled her tablet out. Thinking for a moment, she decided to ping Sadie, who had told her to reach out at any time. A few quick messages back and forth and the head nurse was inviting the student to her quarters for the evening.

Pamela followed the ping added to her campus map and walked into a section of campus that she had never been in before where most SERVANT were quartered, besides exceptions like April, who lived with Dr. Shrewsbury. A security DOLL stopped her momentarily, but then let her go once she explained that Miss O’Reilly had invited her to visit.

At the door to her friend’s quarters, it swooshed open and Sadie led Pamela inside, who was surprised to find her nursing friend dressed like a student in a cleavage baring tank top and brief shorts. They hugged and then Sadie led her to the kitchen where dinner was sitting for both of them. “Miss Chamberlain, please sit with Sadie and enjoy the evening meal.”

They went and sat down together in the living room on a couch to eat. “Sadie was concerned, Miss Chamberlain,” she began, “when you reached out to her, but she is so glad you did. She is happy to do whatever you desire this evening.”

Pamela explained her early evening: The sobriety meeting going sideways was where she began, focusing on the student who was clearly having some kind of triggering episode to her addiction struggles.

Sadie looked down sadly. “Sadie had a friend who had a hard time. She was one of our nursing interns and was assigned to the SERVANT and DOLL ranks in District Four. Her heroism was incredible, but the horrors she saw there during the SERVANT semester could not be forgotten unless her memory was wiped.” She hesitated to say something more, but then bravely continued. “Dr. Bedford, Master, opposed her being wiped and Sadie defended him, of course.”

Pamela looked at her in shock. Wiping someone’s memory, even in a universe filled with erotic mind control, stories of which can be found in an archive of some sorts, was a bit of a step too far for her. Of course, a voice said in her head, if the incredible men who ran the Feminine Obed—

“The Medical Board backed down, but she…struggled…the horrors in District Four…” Sadie began crying and Pamela hugged her.”

Sadie shook her head. “Sadie is being selfish. Tell her more about your meeting.”

Pamela relayed details about the other students sharing struggles and her own increasingly vanishing pangs for a career. Sadie intermingled her fingers in Pamela’s and traced her long, white-tipped, nails over her friend’s arm.

Sliding forward, Sadie leaned in and kissed Pamela, who did not move. “Miss Chamberlain, now you can focus on your internship as Master, Dr. Bedford’s, executive assistant.” She smiled proudly, wiping away a makeup smearing tear, “Master may want you to stay on in the Medical Center. Sadie would love that!” She kissed Pamela’s forehead again.

The two women made out, Pamela finding herself becoming absolutely smitten with Sadie, but then the nurse received a notification that there was a visitor at her door.

They looked at a wall screen to see the view from Sadie’s front door camera. Pamela gasped. It was the DOLL security officer she met earlier in the semester! “I know her,” she said to Sadie, who padded over to the door and let her in. Surely, a security DOLL could allow herself in, but it was nice that she did not.

The DOLL walked in and stood at casual attention, facing Pamela. “Miss Chamberlain, your ping to Miss O’Reilly” was noticed by DOLL. Is everything okay?”

Sadie bit down on her lip. She wanted to reassure the DOLL that all was well, but knew the DOLL would expect to hear it from her friend.

Pamela nodded. “Yes, I am fine actually.” She began explaining what had happened with the sobriety meeting, her general tiredness, and a need to not be alone. The blonde student omitted the most amorous parts of the evening.

DOLL nodded. “DOLL is glad to hear that you are fine, Miss Chamberlain. Your sobriety journey is something to be proud of, and, of course, at times it will be overwhelming. Please call on DOLL at any time for assistance or…companionship.”

The way DOLL said that final word gave Sadie an idea. “DOLL, may Sadie speak to you in private?” She glanced over at Pamela and mouthed, “trust Sadie” before following the DOLL into another room.

They went into the kitchen and spoke quietly. Pamala could only make out a few words, but a moment later they returned. Sadie, a big grin on her face, began speaking. “Sadie has an idea about how to unwind tonight, and DOLL has received approval for it.”

A second later, someone beamed into Sadie’s living room. It was a male DOLL; muscular; handsome; and with a long, rock hard, cock. A blank expression was across the former student at another academy in a different district’s face.

DOLL, the female one, swayed over to it and said an activation code. She waved at Pamela and Sadie before excusing herself to return to duties elsewhere.

The male DOLL, whom we will just call DOLL now that we only have one DOLL to deal with, blinked to life and tilted its head slightly. “Hello. Miss O’Reilly, Miss Chamberlain, how can DOLL be of assistance?”

Sadie dragged Pamela over to it and put her hand on its cock. Pamela pushed away, but then held it tightly. It was very hard and rather long.

“Doll,” the head nurse began, “Miss Chamberlain, Sadie’s dearest friend, has had a long day. Sadie thought that DOLL could help me in getting her to unwind.”

DOLL nodded before turning to Pamela. “Of course, Miss Chamberlain, DOLL is eager for use. How will it be used?”

“Um,” Pamela began, “what, do you, um, mean?” The male DOLL certainly was impressive in size, strength, and girth.

Sadie turned to Pamela and kissed her. “Sister, the DOLL exists to be of assistance. More importantly, to be used.” She just a manicured finger on the end of its rock-hard cock. “Surely, a use for it can be found?”

Pamela sighed. Her increasingly slowed down mind kept focusing on the DOLL’s cock. Before she knew it, both she and Sadie were kneeling before it as she stroked its cock while Sadie ran her hand over its balls.

They took turns sucking it off. Sadie asked the DOLL to be a little more forceful, and it pushed Pamela’s mouth further onto it until she nearly gagged and pulled away.

Sadie kissed her again and they made out until Pamela’s head bumped into the hard cock, which got a very feminine giggle out of her. She gave sucking him off another try until, at a nod from Sadie, the DOLL shot wads of cum into her mouth, which the brainwashed executive drank down with increasing joy.

Sadie then took a turn sucking him off after DOLL’s cock rose back to hardness again. As an employer working under the incredible men who ran the Feminine Obedience Academy, she actually did not get…used…that often. Her and Dr. Bedford certainly had a bit of a thing, but nothing serious. He certainly did not look at her the way he did Pamela, but the idea of jealousy of a sister slave had been brainwashed out of her years ago. All women were a sisterhood in service to men. The idea that women had to compete was some bullshit nonsense from before the war.

Once she had swallowed the cum of the DOLL, Sadie patted its cock again, this amused her deeply, and it remained staring blankly ahead. “DOLL, you may leave. Thank you so much for the fun.”

DOLL beamed out of Sadie’s apartment, which made Pamela squint. “So, um, where do male DOLLs come from? Are they here?”

Sadie grinned. “The academy keeps some on-site for…educational…use. One may be used in a classroom setting, particularly Sexual Arts.”

Pamela put a finger to her mouth. “That…would be fun. I think I can learn a lot from them.” She looked up at the clock on Sadie’s wall in surprise. There were only ten minutes before curfew! There was no way to make it home in time. “I am going to be late for curfew!”

Sadie nodded and kissed her again before putting a hand up while her head tilted slightly to send a message to Dr. Bedford, Shrewsbury, and Campus Security. Both wonderful men were still awake; there was an important cup match on tonight, and they approved her request, as did Campus Security.

“Miss Chamberlain,” she said, wrapping her arms around the waist of her friend, “Sadie has gotten approval from both Dr. Bedford and Dr. Shrewsbury for Pamela to stay over tonight.” She kissed her again. “Do not worry about leaving Sadie.” She stared at the nursing intern, whom she was becoming more and more fond of.

Pamela nodded and quickly changed into a pair of Sadie’s bedtime shorts, and a tank top that hung off her smaller breasts. As the bell rang for curfew, her final thought for the night before dropping into trance was considering whether she needed breasts as big as Sadie, her sister slave.

* * *

Meanwhile, in another part of the district, our heroine protagonist from two Feminine Obedience Academy stories ago, Yoshiko Kurosaza was in the middle of her DOLL semester. As a nameless, personality blanked, DOLL, her duty was only obedience, and her assignment would prepare the beautiful Japanese student for life after the academy. More on that at the end of this story!

Miss Kurosaza was performing her morning cleaning routine in the Cooper household under the command of Liam Cooper and his wife, Samantha. Dressed in a latex maid uniform, similar to those SERVANTs wore at the academy, the DOLL hummed a happy song as she vacuumed and then dusted Mr. Cooper’s trophy case. His football club had won the district cup this year, and a replica of the trophy sat in the middle of the case alongside his Future Star award.

Mrs. Cooper, Samantha, came down the stairs and smiled at the DOLL, who currently had no memories of the semester they spent together with the blonde beauty as her SERVANT mentee. “DOLL,” she began, frowning a little at referring to someone so deeply fond of her in such a manner, “I have a lunch meeting with some of the club wives. You have cheerleading practice in the afternoon, correct?” She actually knew, but trying to have a conversation with a DOLL was like trying to talk to a potted plant basically.

YOSHIKO-DOLL titled her head slightly, “yes, Mrs. Cooper, DOLL will be picked up by drone bus supplied by the incredible men who run the club Mr. Cooper plays for to take DOLL to practice. DOLL looks forward to it!”

Yoshiko, as part of her DOLL semester internship in the Cooper home, had been added to the club’s cheerleading squad. The squad were all graduates of the FOA and took their new sister under their wing. It had been Dr. Shrewsbury’s idea: He loved the idea of Yoshiko helping cheer on the club who he supported. Samantha was one of his favorite students, and repaying her service to him at the academy with a DOLL for the early months of marriage was the least he could do for the blonde beauty.

Samantha nodded, but was then distracted by a message coming in from another wife of a member of the club. Her neuro-chip showed the message to her, which was an updated mammogram and pregnancy picture from the woman’s trip to the doctor that morning. She looked absolutely lovely and had that glow beautiful, feminine, women receive during pregnancy.

She sighed, but then her skin began to warm. Lately, Samantha had been giving a lot of thought to what it would be like being bred by Liam. He had decided, after significant tests on her to show she was healthy and fertile, they would start a family, but when it happened, it happened. However, every time one of the other wives showed her a pregnancy picture, this feeling went through her body.

YOSHIKO-DOLL tilted her head again, “Mrs. Cooper, is anything wrong?”

Samantha smiled. “No, DOLL, everything is fine. Mrs. Jefferson sent me an updated picture. She is seven months along now! This glow…”

YOSHIKO-DOLL smiled. “Mrs. Cooper, you would have that glow and so much more. Beautiful blonde wives like you need to be bred.”

The trigger phrase caused Samantha to blink a few times. DOLL was right. Only 23 years old, but she could feel her maternal clock ticking very loudly.

Soon enough, she would be pregnant and even more devoted to domestic servitude than ever.

* * *

With both Dr. Shrewsbury’s and Dr. Bedford’s approval, Pamela moved in with Sadie the next weekend. It made sense given that she would be learning so much from the head nurse at the academy. They spent a lot of their time together and had become rather fond of each other.

After a long day in Domestic Life 101 and Essentials For Home Living, Pamela went to another sobriety meeting. The student that had been very aggressive in their previous meeting had returned, rather tame now, and announced she was leaving the academy to join the DOCILE program. Her hair had been cut short, with a loose headscarf over it, and a modest cardigan and longer skirt and plain pumps adorning her body.

They spoke of the DOCILE program. Pamela recalled a woman named Maddie doing a lecture on campus virtually the month before from another district with a few students who had joined the program last semester. They seemed bound to charitable work. Everyone wished the new DOCILE well, and conveniently enough, a few of the students present expressed their interest in joining the program as well.

Pamela stared at them as she realized that had likely been nudged into their suggestible, feminine, minds. Nothing seemed odd about that to her, though, because the incredible men who ran the Feminine Obedience Academy would know what was best for them.

Speaking of what was best for her and the incredible men who would decide that for her, the next morning she had a meeting with Dr. Bedford and then Dr. Shrewsbury to discuss various matters. The night before, another round of subliminals had been pushed into her about having bigger breasts. Surely, she said while signing in at Nikki’s desk for her appointment, Dr. Bedford would know what was best!

Pamela went upstairs and into one of the appointment rooms to wait for the good doctor, who arrived after a moment. A docile calm came over her as he grinned and looked her up and down. “It is good that you needed to see me, Miss Chamberlain,” he began, “I actually had something to speak to you about, but it can wait a moment. What can I do for you?”

Pamela took a deep breath and just blurted it out. “Sir, do you think that I, um, need bigger breasts?” The last few words came out with a slight up-pitch.

Dr. Bedford shook his head slowly. “Silly woman. I know it must be hard being around such busty women all day at the academy. While…” He stared directly at her large chest. “…Your breasts are large, they could certainly be bigger.” He gently cupped one of her tits in his palm, which she eagerly leaned into, never looking away from him. “I think we can figure out what to do for you.”

He leaned forward and kissed her, which she eagerly returned. “I have a pretty good idea already, but Sadie and I will consult about it before your procedure.”

Before Pamela could balk at the speed this was moving, Dr. Bedford put a hand up, which silenced her. “Okay,” he said, typing into a three-dimensional display, “I have your procedure scheduled. I know what is best for you, correct?”

Pamela blinked a few times. “Sir, you and the other incredible men who run the Feminine Obedience Academy always know what is best.”

“Good girl.” Dr. Bedford grinned at her again. He was so proud of the former executive’s progress. “I actually have two things to talk to you about.” He motioned for them to sit down together, where she intertwined her fingers in his own. “Your internship has gone well so far.”

She nodded. “Sir, I have been so grateful to Sadie and everyone else for their guidance. I am learning so much about nursing, working with students and SERVANTs and DOLLs, and some of my previous career skills have come in handy for staying organized and on schedule.”

Dr. Bedford gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Exactly. You have helped organize the office a lot. A lot of students have confided in me that you are someone they look up to too. The same way they see Nikki and Cheryl as role models.”

Pamela blushed and looked down. “I am the one who looks up to Nikki and Cheryl. Sadie is so wonderful. If only I had known more women like her…”

He shook his head. “That doesn’t matter anymore. And to further exemplify that point, I am going to take you out tonight. I received approval for you to leave campus with me. No collar or leash of course,” he added with a chuckle,” but I did get you something.

The handsome doctor brought out a box from the closet behind him. He handed it to Pamela, who opened it up to discover a beautiful necklace. She held it up and smiled at the thoughtful man.

Dr. Bedford held her hand. “Tonight, you will wear it out with me. It will be…” He paused for a few seconds, “…are you familiar with the term ‘day collar?’”

Pamela nodded. “Sir, I actually was not until I stayed with the Sandersons. Mrs. Sanderson wears one. She explained what they were to me. You know, looking back now, I wonder about the necklaces a few women at my job wore…”

He chuckled. “Yes, it is hidden in plain sight, but those who know will recognize what they are.” A few beats passed. “Okay, go downstairs and speak to Cheryl. She will know how to present you for our date tonight.”

The executive nursing assistant obeyed without comment, making sure to give the man she served a good look at her backside on the way out.

* * *

Downstairs, Cheryl met Pamela at the entrance to the beautification center, her sparkling silver minidress shining in the light, “Miss Chamberlain, Cheryl is honored to assist you in preparing for your date with Dr. Bedford,” she began, hugging her friend. “He is an incredible man. Pamela is so lucky!”

They walked over to a station, and Pamela sat down. A screen came down with a trigger phrase, which dropped her into a trance, so Cheryl and her assistants could do their work over the next few hours.

Earbuds were placed in her ears, relaying a firm set of subliminals: “Pamela loves being objectified…Pamela loves being shown off…Pamela loves it when men stare at her body….Pamela is happiest when men approve of her…Dr. Bedford is the man whose approval matters the most…”

A few hours later, she was ready for their date. Her hair had been lightened to a more platinum blonde, accented by the sun-kissed bronze now covering her body. Sky-high white high heels and a tight minidress, revealing a significant amount of cleavage, adorned her body.

Pamela was informed that Dr. Bedford would be meeting her for their date at a local high end restaurant that also served as a club for the elite of the district. She had heard of it, but only knew its reputation for having beautiful women tending to the needs of powerful men. In her estimation, Dr. Bedford was certainly a powerful man, although not really outside the ivy walls of the academy, so she would be sure to tend to his needs all night.

She was escorted by a security DOLL to the edge of the academy’s campus, where a drone taxi waited for her. The taxi, driven by a mindless drone devoid of personality beyond its programming, flew into the air and entered the flying lane to cross the district to the financial zone. They actually crossed over the building where Miss Chamberlain had worked before, and she sighed, thinking about everyone there. How many women were left in positions of authority? She said a quiet prayer for them.

Eventually, the taxi slowed and idled for a moment before descending to the front of the club. The drone driver broke its silence to note that the trip had been paid for by the academy. Pamela nodded, said thank you, and got out of the taxi.

The busy streets of this part of the district were lively at night as they were during the day. Some businesses were still open, as well as many restaurants, stores, and the arena for one of the district’s football clubs, which was hosting a concert at the moment.

Pamela stepped forward and began walking, hips swaying, to the front of the club. A male security officer stopped her, looking the beautiful woman up and down, before swiping to her profile and then nodding with approval. “Your date is waiting inside, Miss Chamberlain. Back corner on the right hand side. Any questions, please ask a hostess. Have a good evening.”

She walked into the venue and found that, yes, most of it was actually a high-end restaurant. Couples, or groups, sat at large tables eating what looked like fantastic food, each woman more beautiful than the previous one. On stage in the club section, women who looked like they walked off the set of a pornographic film danced methodically in cages or around poles.

Pamela stood watching them for a moment before looking towards the right corner, where she found Dr. Bedford. Smiling, she walked over, and her heart began to race when he looked up and waved to his lovely date.

He stood up and greeted her with a hug. “Cheryl did a great job with you; let me see.” She did a quick spin for him, showing off her increasingly toned body and inviting cleavage with a cheerful smile.

“Good girl,” Dr. Bedford affirmed, taking her hands, “join me at the table. The hostess will be here soon.”

They walked back to the table, and Pamela sat down next to him, with a hand on his thigh under the table. She had, shamefully at the time, done this once during a negotiating session to gain the favor of a member of the rival legal team, but now her manicured hand offered her body to a superior male instead of being used to manipulate them.

Their hostess swayed over to them and smiled pleasantly. Dressed in a skin-tight minidress and clear platform heels, her collar had the name JANUARY emblazoned on it. She had just transferred over from the main casino in the district, where she had been programmed into absolute loyalty and obedience by one of their control chips. The redhead had an enormous bust, a pouty mouth made for cock and confirming commands, and an athletic body.

January smiled sweetly. “Sir, how will January be of service this evening?” She looked over at Pamela. “Good evening, Miss Chamberlain, it is an honor to serve such wonderful men.”

The red-haired hostess was unaware, but she had been part of a silent auction after being transferred from the casino. Soon enough, her personality would be wiped and replaced with the needs of her new owner, a technology enthusiast, who required a group of beautiful women to do promotion for his products without complaint, pay, or any desire other than his current command.

Dr. Bedford ordered for both of them, which was something Pamela would have found insulting in her previous life, but now found to be charming and thoughtful. They began conversing, but instead of using her wit and intellect, she found herself drawn to his every word and unable to do much of anything conversationally besides agree with his musings on the roles of women, his medical work, and her future, which he saw as being in assistance to him by Sadie’s side.

Soon enough, Pamela looked around the club and found various women at tables in different levels of undress. One woman had her breasts out of the tiny dress she wore. Another was on the floor sucking off her date.

Dr. Bedford turned her head to him, and they kissed. “Sir, so, like,” she began, a bit of an up-pitch entering her voice, “you are so kind to me.” One of her manicured hands slid over his bulge, and before she knew it, the former executive had undone his pants and was sucking his cock.

A funny thing happened: Her mind just…turned off…and focused on giving the good, noble, heroic even, doctor the best blowjob of her life. Her silly ambitions for dominance in the workforce had been replaced with an instinctive desire to please men and be dominated by them.

After finishing, Dr. Bedford commanded her to go clean up in the bathroom, and then she returned to him. He pulled her tight, and she felt secure and safe with him. They watched January go over to another table, giggle at a joke, and then give the man and his date a good look at her thick backside.

Another hostess was walking towards a table when she froze in place for a few seconds, tilted her head, and then walked over to another table where she sat down with a man, nodded at what he said in her ear, and then they left together.

Pamela looked at Dr. Bedford. “Some of the hostesses perform some…extracurricular…activities here.” He grinned at her. “I have an idea for you. You should get some firsthand experience.” Pulling a device out of his blazer pocket, he tapped a few buttons and nodded as the life left his date’s eyes.

He swiped down a list of programming cues until the appropriate one was found. “Ah, here we go. I just sent a program to your neuro-chip, my dear.”

“Program installed,” Pamela confirmed in a blank, monotone, voice before standing up, SWAYING over to the stage, stepping onto it, and standing on a platform while a cage was lowered around her.

She began dancing a programmed routine, swinging around a pole, and leaning forward seductively with both her backside and breasts on full display. Soaked in sweat after being up there for what felt like an hour, but had been about twenty minutes, the music in the club faded for two minutes, and the enslaved sex object tried to catch her breath.

When the heavy electronic music began again, Pamela began dancing along with the beat. This went on for another few minutes before she froze in place, received new programming, and waited for the cage to rise before stepping off the podium, and, with the assistance of a very handsome and beefy security officer, onto the floor to walk over to a man.

As she arrived, it dawned on the programmed Pamela that it was Dr. Bedford, but her neuro-chip whispered to her mind that he was the “client” currently.

He stood up, looked at her sweat soaked body, and took Pamela’s hands in his own. “Good girl. You did well up there for a first timer! I had ‘purchased’ you, so to speak, for the evening; come with me.”

Holding onto his secure, masculine, hand, Pamela followed, a step behind, into an elevator, where she snapped to attention, which got a chuckle out of Dr. Bedford. Domestic Doll Services ran this club, and that was a part of their programming package. It amused him to no end. When he visited their office, it was humorous to be talking to one of their promotional reps, Dolls, Arianna was her name if he recalled correctly, and they entered an elevator, and she snapped to attention for the ride, and then picked up the conversation like it had not happened when they reached their destination. Delightful.

They arrived at a guest room. Dr. Bedford tapped the lock, and the door swooshed open. Pamela followed him into the world, feeling honored to be “bought” for the night. Like an object. After all, she loved being shown off as an object by men, but especially this man.

He walked her over to the bed and took the brainwashed object’s hands in his own. She held on for dear life. “Pamela, I am very fond of you. I have decided that you are going to stay on at the academy.” His heart raced with nervousness. He could just command her to instantly love his ideas, but he wanted to win her will to him. Tame her.

Pamela took a deep breath. Hair clung to her tanned body as she squeezed his hand even harder. “Sir, what would I do?”

Dr. Bedford pulled out his personal device again and toggled up a document application with an outline of ideas. Even in her current simplified state, Pamela could appreciate his level of detail and consideration.

“What I want you to do,” he began, “is spend your SERVANT semester continuing your internship in the medical center. You can continue to serve as my executive assistant, but I also want you to learn what Nikki and Cheryl do too. Nikki is the glue that keeps the place running. One day, someone will put in a bid high enough for each of them. Maybe you could replace them?”

The good doctor shrugged. “It would be a way to keep you around more permanently. You can also learn at least the basics of nursing from Sadie. We can always use more nurses. I want you to stay on permanently. I want you to share my bed with me, and serve me above all others.”

Pamela gasped and began crying. “Yes, of course,” she exclaimed as the last threads of a desire for anything else left her body. “I would be yours above all others?” She put her hand where a leash would have been if they were on campus and “handed” it to him.

Amused, Dr. Bedford gave the invisible leash a playful yank. “Well, look, once you are a SERVANT, you will refer to all men at the academy as Master, but I will be your Master.

She kissed him and tossed herself into his arms. “Yes, Master, of course,” the slave breathed into his ear.”

* * *

The semester began to wrap up at the Feminine Obedience Academy. April’s final few days in Dr. Shrewsbury’s bed before her DOLL semester were a bit uncomfortable. The quiet tension that acknowledged they would be away from each other for an entire semester, with the red-haired SERVANT’s memory blanked during that time, robbed them of the joy that the end of the semester often bloomed.

Nevertheless, April persisted and passed her SERVANT exams with exemplary scores. The final day of the semester was her oral exam. Despite having some of the highest scores in the academy’s history, she was still nervous. She wanted to be perfect, and anything less was just not acceptable to her.

While waiting in the queue, other SERVANTs looked to her for encouragement, which she offered, but with a confession of her own nervousness. It was all of their duty to please the incredible men who ran the Feminine Obedience Academy, but no matter their score, there was always an opportunity for improvement.

April was the fifth student in line to wait for the cock sucking machine that would grade her oral skills when two notifications arrived, getting pings from her neuro-chip. This was odd given that her focus settings did not send message notifications unless they were very important. Both of these did turn out to be so.

She excused herself, saving the spot in line, asking a security DOLL to be able to view such important messages! Dr. Shrewsbury had tagged both of them for her immediate viewing, which made the DOLL, bald head shiny in the bright lights of the building, nod her approval.

April walked into another room that was used for student meetings and loaded the messages. They were both video files. She began playing the first one and gasped. It was Yoshiko!

“Hello Miss Hargrove,” the video began, “Yoshiko was asked to send you a message by Master.” She was wearing her latex maid uniform SERVANT outfit, so this video was months old. “By the time this is viewable, this SERVANT will be currently fulfilling her DOLL duties in the Cooper household, under the tutelage of Mrs. Cooper. Yoshiko just wanted to say how proud she is of April. Master, Dr. Shrewsbury, holds you in such high regard. Good luck with your exam! Yoshiko was so nervous for hers, but knows that Miss Hargrove will perform above expectations.”

A few seconds passed, and then the second message began playing. It was from Mrs. Cooper! The beautiful blonde wore a dress in the colors of Liam’s football club, with a scarf adorning her neck. “Hello, sister. We just met a few weeks ago at the wedding, but Dr. Shrewsbury, whom I will always think of as Master alongside….Master…asked me to make a video for you to see in a few months. During my DOLL semester, he had me programmed to check up on you and, without knowing, report back to him. This is why I was there for Yoshiko’s oral exam as well. While I wish I could be there for you now, I am praying for you every day. I am rooting for you and continue to do so.” She grinned proudly. “Thank you for being one of my maids of honor. I will see you at your wedding next year.”

April was moved to tears by both messages. She returned to the queue and was now second in line. At the front of the line, a DOLL confirmed her ID and then offered warm wishes and good luck.

The red-haired SERVANT felt confident and entered the next room for her oral exam. The large phallus hung off a machine. It was a more sophisticated version of what had been in the apartment she had shared with her roommate, whose name and identity she could not remember now, with multiple screens and readouts.

Her Sexual Arts professor waited there with an encouraging smile. “Miss Hargrove, you have had some of the highest scores of the past few years, but ensure you do well on this exam as well. I am very proud of you, and am glad you are sticking around once you are Mrs. Shrewsbury.”

Of course, April scored in the 99th percentile on the exam from the last five years of results at the academy. She knew to take pride in this achievement, but in some ways felt embarrassed by the ease with which she had taken to such an important skill.

* * *

In the final weeks of the semester, Pamela went in for her cosmetic surgeries, as did many other students. She had actually assisted with many of them, coordinating with Cheryl and Nikki, before being sedated for her own procedure.

After getting out of recovery, she stood at attention on a podium in Dr. Bedford’s personal office. Her now fuller, pouty, mouth was slightly ajar as she stared blankly ahead, waiting to be activated.

Some time passed while Dr. Bedford relaxed in the break area with a few other doctors and nurses like Sadie, who were excused after such a long week to relax.

Finally, he returned to his office to find Miss Chamberlain still there. She was some of his best work; the formerly out of control career focused executive turned into a tamed dove. It was difficult to deny the fondness for her that permeated his very being, but that could wait for another time perhaps.

Dr. Bedford stood in front of her and said an activation code. As always, readers, I will not tell you those! You might make her open a bunch of credit cards or something! Do you want to destroy a brainwashed slave’s credit score!?

Pamela blinked back to life and looked around. She smiled upon seeing Dr. Bedford. “Master, Pamela is ready to serve. Your will is purpose.”

Dr. Bedford took her hands in his own. “You came out of your procedures fine.” He motioned towards a mirror on the wall. Pamela looked over and gasped, but then smiled. The SERVANTs bust was now significantly expanded. A fuller pout had been added to her mouth, and a few blemishes removed. Her platinum blonde locks now have small pink streaks through them. The latex maid uniform, the required dress of all SERVANTs put her new body on full display and reinforced her acceptance of a new self-identity as Dr. Bedford’s bimbo slave. The final gasps of any sort of rebellion or longing for anything else were now gone. Her only purpose in life was learning from the incredible men who ran the Feminine Obedience Academy.

She did have one question. “Master, Pamela sees readings in front of her?”

Dr. Bedford nodded. “Yes, well, while you were having your cosmetic work done, we also updated your neuro-chip a little early to activate your SERVANT programming. I am sure you don’t mind.” She smiled cheerfully at him. “You should see different information. Tell me what is there.”

It took a moment to really adjust to having words and icons in front of her eyes, but Pamela acknowledged each. “Master,” she began, “Pamela sees the current weather, room temperature, her status as a SERVANT…?” He nodded in confirmation. “…there are two statements…one is empty, but the other says ‘surgery OUTPATIENT.’” She looked at him with hope that her statements were pleasing.

He gave her hands a squeeze. “Good girl. That one is your current calendar event. It can be toggled to have the current and next, if you prefer that. The empty one is a current command, which will activate once you are settled into your SERVANT semester.”

Dr. Bedford smiled. He was very charming and clearly fond of her. “However, you have two months before the next term, where your SERVANT studies will begin. The break is a bit longer than usual this time. So, I have some ideas for how you will spend that time.”

Pamela’s eyes brightened. “Master, please inform Pamela how she will spend that time! She is so eager to please you.” The second sentence came out with a slight up-pitch and deep sexual, flirtatious, desire.

He walked her over to sit down. “Well, what we are going to do here is get you accustomed to your new role as my executive assistant. You are going to gain experience working with me and other doctors here in the medical center, plus with Nikki and Cheryl, as we previously discussed. One day, you might take over one of their positions.” The good doctor ran a hand over her face.

“I want you to learn the ins and outs of all aspects of what we do here. You will continue living with Sadie as well.” He leaned in and kissed her, which she eagerly returned. “You will share my bed from time to time too.”

Pamela put a hand on his thigh and traced her long, white-tipped nails over it. What a wonderful man to give her the chance to please him and be fucked.

“So what we are going to do with you for the next six weeks,” he continued, “is you are going to work 12 hour shifts in the medical center each day. I came up with a system to rotate you between executive assistant work with me and other doctors, some nursing training with Sadie, and time with Nikki and Cheryl. No days off, but I am sure that is fine by you, pet.”

She nodded eagerly. “Master, Pamela would love to work even more hours if needed! If someone is sick, or needed elsewhere, she would volunt—”

Dr. Bedford chuckled. “Well, if that is needed, sure, but you will still need time for exercise, sleep, and,” he leaned in and kissed her, “some time with me.” The good doctor got serious. “I want to overwork you a bit, but I don’t want to harm or exhaust you.”

Pamela hugged him tightly. What a wonderful man! Serving him would truly be an honor. This was the final thought she would have for the moment as the life left her eyes upon him tapping a button on her collar, which dropped the SERVANT into a deep trance.

Following Dr. Bedford downstairs and into the medical center’s foyer, Pamela lined up with all the new SERVANTs. Her classmates, each more beautiful than the last after a few days in the medical center, stood at attention, staring blankly ahead in various colors of the mandatory latex maid uniform that SERVANTs wore on a day to day basis.

After an inspiring speech from Dr. Bedford, the SERVANTs went off to their assignments for the semester break. Some, like Pamela, were staying on campus to do service work. Some were shipped off to various pleasure resorts for further sexual training.

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Dearest reader, it is time again to set up another Feminine Obedience Academy story. Thank you so much for sticking with me on this one. I wrote and rewrote a number of parts of it, and I hope you enjoy the final product.

So it is now the extended break between semesters. April has been, after saying goodbye to Dr. Shrewsbury for now, converted into a mindless DOLL for a semester. She is assigned to the laundry services unit to serve in the washing machine team. Hey, as I have said in a few Domestic Doll Services stories, someone has to do the laundry! Her service is precise. As time goes on, she is assigned as the leader of her shift team, given moderate free will to control them all. We will check in on her once or twice during the next story.

Yoshiko has returned home and come out of her DOLL service to, joyfully, join Dr. Shrewsbury’s home on a permanent basis as the family maid. She will, once April marries him after her own DOLL semester, serve side by side with the future Mrs. Shrewsbury.

We will cover the wedding extravaganza in the next story. Now that this trilogy is complete, we can hit the reset button a bit and begin anew with what will be a singular, self-contained, story.

A few days before the new semester begins. Dr. Shrewsbury and Yoshiko are on a train returning from another district where they had attended a few preseason charity matches the football club he supported was playing. It was nice to see the Coopers again, who had announced Samantha’s pregnancy on the day between matches.

As they sat together in their private car, Yoshiko read the profiles of Dr. Shrewsbury’s new advisees. She sighed upon realizing he had picked each of the redheads. Her own hair was now a bright red, replacing the bleached blonde of her DOLL semester. Master’s decision was always wise, of course, but she knew he missed April, who would be unfamiliar with them during her own DOLL semester, and, given her personality had been deemphasized, would not even recognize them until reactivated. It had been the same for Yoshiko. Soon enough, in some months, they would all be reunited.

However, our new protagonists will not be advised by Dr. Shrewsbury. Also on the train is Alice, a 21 year old blonde who has come to the Feminine Obedience Academy to escape the lower classes. A people pleaser in general, she will crossover into the world of the yet before even discussed Masculine Dominance Academy.

A few cars over is Jemma, 23, a brunette whose dreams of being famous, whether as a pop idol or social media star, have flopped already. Sent to the Feminine Obedience Academy, she will crossover with a character from my Domestic Doll Services stories and forge a new path to popularity and stardom.

The next Feminine Obedience Academy will alternate between their tales.

Do not fret: All your favorite characters, like Dr. Shrewsbury, April, Dr. Bedford, Pamela, Yoshiko, and others, will still be around.

Alice and Jemma’s stories will be fully told in that story, along with Dr. Shrewsbury’s marriage to April, and the continued attraction between Dr. Bedford and Pamela.

Thank you for reading. I cannot wait to finish the new story for you, dear readers.

The End