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: An actress, worried her career will never take off, takes a role that ends up being the role of a lifetime.

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Natalie McDonald, 29, was frustrated as she rode a train to the station which would lead to her destination, which was one of the streaming app studios where they produced content for their subscribers. She needed to get this role because, at this point, it was now or never for her career.

The red-haired actress was pushing 30 in a few months. She had been in Hollywood since dropping out of university at 19 to pursue her dreams. What followed was a bit part after a bit part. The one time she was cast in a series, it was canceled due to the star’s drunken antics on her social media account. Ever since then, it has been nothing “unnamed sister” and “secretary in one episode” or “background character in disaster movie” for her.

Natalie’s big break needed to come fast. She was deep in debt, and turning 30 without becoming a household name felt like a death sentence for her career. If it was the end, university was an option, of course, but the dimwitted woman had never been much for learning or studying. Hostess work kept the lights on, but surely, it could not be what she was destined to do for the rest of her life? What a nightmare.

A loud ping brought her out of daydreaming. A pretty platinum blonde android near the doors announced the stop, which was one away from the one she needed to get off at to go to the studio. Many jobs have been replaced by the lifelike, seriously you could not tell the difference, androids. The universal income given by the government was not a ton of help though in Natalie’s costly neighborhood. Her worries about the debt collector robocalls had led to depression.

This role needed to be the role of a lifetime.

At the next stop, she stood up and swiped her state identification card as the smiling android wished her a good day. “All shall be well,” it stated with an up-pitched tone. Giving menial work to androids made sense, but was it really necessary to have them be bimbos?

Whose idea was that anyway?

Natalie got off the train and began walking towards her destination. The studio was about five minutes away, so there was no need to take an android-driven taxi. As she walked, her thoughts turned to the movie she had been asked to audition for, which was called, according to her agent, “Role of a Lifetime.” A star actor by the name of George Weston was attached to star in it. She was told nothing else other than the time and date to attend an audition where, if chosen for the part, other details about the film and her role in it would be revealed by the studio.

This was fairly normal for the big studios, who did not want leaks to ruin promotion and viewership. Natalie recalled the starlet who spoiled the ending of a huge studio’s new superhero film after being cut out of the final edit. Her career was ended immediately, and the only update to the story was a followup fluff piece on social media about her marriage to another actor and embrace of motherhood. It seemed odd at the time: The formerly rebellious actress was now deeply religious and devoted to domestic life. Some other wacky thing happened to another actress and everyone forgot about her.

She reached the studio offices and waved her identification at the security drone, a muscular pink-haired and rather busty one in all latex, and was allowed into the building. There was a reception area immediately to her left, and she walked over to it and smiled at the receptionist, whose name tag said “Mandi,” with a heart over the “i.”

The vapid brunette, wearing an extremely tight, accentuating her obvious breast implants, sleeveless sweater and gray miniskirt, began speaking before Natalie could even consider doing so. “Oh! Hello Miss McDonald. They have been expecting you.” She smiled with simple-minded enthusiasm. “Please have a seat, and you will be called in shortly.”

Mandi, 23, typed a chat message to her Master, the director of the film, that the target had arrived. Miss MacDonald had been identified by the studio as Master’s current client due to her failure to achieve success as an actress. Natalie was another nameless face someone might remember from the background of a scene, but not much more. She did not even have many followers on her social media profile.

No one would miss her, just like no one missed Mandi when she failed herself before her current situation. She had skipped out on university just like Natalie to become an actress. Her big dreams turned into a big failure as it turned out she did not really have the natural, or learned from the expensive classes she took, talents to find much success.

She was a natural beauty, which was only accentuated once the studio softened her already simplistic feminine mind into accepting that her purpose in life was to please men. After a few months of training and some cosmetic alterations, the brunette bimbo reemerged as the newest addition to the studio’s pornographic arm. “Magnificent Mandi” was her new persona. She played a super-heroine who stood for love and truth and feminist enlightenment until, in every film, a villain turned her into a vapid sex doll or slave.

Mandi worked at the studio to keep up appearances. No bid had even come close to her bottom bidding price yet to activate an auction, so she worked as a secretary here and continued to do her pornography. If anyone recognized her, which Natalie did not, she just expressed, in a programmed response, that everybody needs a job until a good man comes along!

A reply message confirming Natalie’s appointment came up on the screen. They would be ready for her in a few minutes. When the pretty redhead looked over at her, after mindlessly staring at the three-dimensional news update, she gave her a manicured wave. Soon the failed actress would be another sister slave in service to men.

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Mandi swayed over to where Natalie sat, the heels on her feet echoing off the hard floor, and stood before her, smiling vapidly. “Um, Miss MacDonald, the producers will see you now. Good luck!” She was so happy that another woman would be learning her place soon, and such a pretty one. Maybe she could do some porn with her? Magnificent Mandi had never been enslaved by a woman! Or enslaved another woman!

Natalie put down the tablet she had been staring at and stood up. “Hey, can I ask you, just between us, do you think I have a shot? How many other women have come in?” It was hard not to stare at Mandi’s large, surgically enhanced, bust. The redhead was not exactly a connoisseur of porn, so she did not make the connection.

The brunette bimbo smiled. “I think you have a good shot!” That was the message programmed it her to say to all women who came in for auditions if they asked.

Natalie gave her a little wave and walked through the doors to her destiny. Mandi went back to her desk and hummed a happy song of submissive contentment.

When Natalie entered the audition room, it was quite the shock to find out that there were no other actresses auditioning for the part. She saw George Weston, 37, in conversation in the back of the room with someone she recognized from parties and realized was the director. A handful of others were also present working the cameras, a laptop, and another more academic looking man at a desktop computer.

“Oh, hello,” she said while taking a few steps into the room. Was Natalie the only person auditioning for this role? This was not the norm for a first cut audition. There could be anywhere from a handful to hundreds of women coming in and out like an assembly line.

The director stood up and walked over to her. “Miss McDonald, hello,” he began, “my name is James Andrews.”

She shook his hand. “Yes, I know your films. We spoke at a party a few years ago.”

James nodded. “Probably.” He turned to George. “I’m sure you know who George is, of course.”

George stared at her for a few seconds. “Miss McDonald, it’s an honor to meet you. I’ve seen you in a few films before. My assistant showed me some of your television work. I think you have what I...this film...has needed to take the next step towards being a real hit.”

Natalie’s eyes lit up. “Oh, wow, thank you, Mr. Weston. That...wow.” She cut herself off. Do not need to come off like some kind of wide-eyed rube fresh off the bus from a corn field!

James smiled at her. “Your agent gave you some of the details for the part?”

She nodded in affirmation. “Yes, but he said you would give me the entire script? I’m happy to sign an NDA.” Again, Natalie cut herself off. Did not want to sound desperate.

“That won’t be needed,” James confirmed with his hands up. “After auditions, we are going to put out a press release and announcements in favorable media outlets. No need for secrecy.”

George leaned forward a bit. He was an extremely handsome man. The sweater he wore was tight enough to clearly hide a muscular frame. “So let’s walk through the plot of the film. I’m actually the screenwriter for it. I’m really passionate about the project. It’s an idea that has been nagging at me for a long time, waiting to be written. I wanted to have, no disrespect intended, a lesser known actress star with me too.”

Natalie’s eyes diverted for a second towards his mid-section. She had read a rumor that Weston had a large cock once on a gossip page. “None taken, of course, Mr. Weston.” She offered him a flirtatious smile.

“Good,” his grin in response was aggressively flirtatious. “So here is the deal. The movie will be called ‘The Role of a Lifetime.’ You would be playing the female lead. She is dating a guy...he’d be played by me...well, anyway, the guy brainwashes her into being his ideal perfect girlfriend. He then will actually fall in love with her. The end of the movie is with them in a happy relationship. What do you think?”

Natalie paused for a second. It was tempting for her to argue that this is not her usual role, but then she realized that her career showed little evidence that it had a “usual role” of any kind or sort. “Wow, that sound amazing,” she exclaimed, hoping to sound sincere.

The director stood up and handed her a tablet with some lines. “Read these for us. It’s a few pages, I know, but we want to get a good read for how you’d play the character.”

Natalie read through it once. “Okay, I think I am ready.” She began acting her way through each line of dialogue. Neither of the camera operators were paying much attention to her, nor did James, but George watched her with fascination.

“That was excellent,” George said, suddenly brightening, “So what we want you to do next is come into the room next door. The studio uses it to do a quick set up for scenes the production team want to specifically see an actor perform in before making decisions.”

“Sure,” the red-haired actress said with a nod. Natalie had done this before for different parts.

The man at the desktop computer stood up. “Hello. I am the studio psychologist. My name is Dr. Shrewsbury. I’ll be helping out today. The actor cast for the part couldn’t make it today, so I’m here to help. Mr. Andrews is a good friend and client.”

“Anxiety,” Andrews said with a chuckle. “He helped a lot with my anxiety problems. A delightful dame like Mandi under your absolute control certainly did calm the nerves down.

The good doctor made his way over and motioned for Natalie to follow him. “They like having me here. Gives the audition a more authentic feel.”

They entered the room. There were a few screens around it, plus a recliner and couch. “For the scene we are going to play out, I will be hypnotizing you. It’s your first session with me, and I will begin programming you for your boyfriend. It’s an important part of the story.”

“Do you actually know how to hypnotize people,” Natalie asked as she sat down on the couch. “Does it make it more likely or less likely for me to get the part if I can actually go into trance?”

Dr. Shrewsbury nodded. “I will leave that up to the director and Mr. Weston. I’m just here doing a favor for a client.” He took his glasses off and wiped them down before putting them back on. “I do offer my services to actors under contract to the studio. Mandi out in reception has come to me before too. She is still an up-and-coming actress.”

“Yeah, I met her on the way in. She is nice.” Natalie had never been hypnotized before. One of her friends was at one of those stage shows at university, but she refused to go up on stage. A sense of nervousness filled her body. Her shoulders scrunched, fearing messing up the scene and then not getting the role.

Dr. Shrewsbury gave her a helpful grin. “Trust me and you’ll be fine. You won’t actually be hypnotized or anything like that. That would be silly. But try to play out the past as best as you can.”

He paused thoughtfully and leaned forward in his chair. “If you can recall scenes from films or television shows involving hypnosis or brainwashing. I am a little older than you and saw a lot of them in my time. It was really fascinated and led me to the career path I have now. At university, I became obsessed with human psychology and how to help people become the best person they can be. That then led me to the studio. I am particularly fond of helping out the actresses here.”

Natalie began thinking of hypnotism scenes on television shows. Most of them were pretty cheesy.

She had read online that people got turned on by that. Weirdos!

Since this part is likely her last chance at stardom, Natalie decided to really play into it and “live the part” as good as she can. She recalled a film from university where the women in a town were mind controlled by their bosses and husbands into perfect compliance.

Again, what a bunch of freaks!

One of the characters was played by a favorite actress of hers. She decided to try and emulate what that woman had done. “Okay, I think I got it.”

“Okay, great,” Dr. Shrewsbury said with an affirmative nod. “Now...relax. Do you like yoga?” Natalie gave a thumbs up. “Good. Relax like you are going to do yoga. I have to admit I was observing you during the first half of your audition and I strongly believe you will be better than the average student. You seem to have a natural knack for it. Just like Mandi had before you.” And every other woman, he thought to himself.

He handed her a cup of tea. “Drink this...it will help you to relax. Actresses frequently use it in big parts like this.”

Natalie drank a few sips of the tea and then obediently drank the rest of the cup. After a moment, her eyes took on a distant state, and she had a hard time taking thoughts and putting them into words. Eventually, she gave up and just stared at the good doctor.

Dr. Shrewsbury pressed a few buttons on the console in his recliner. The screen behind them began playing a hypnotic spiral.

The silly and simple feminine mind of Natalie fell under its spell in a few quick moments. She stared at the spiral as it blanked out her mind. The pretty actress was ready for instruction.

“Natalie, it’s Dr. Shrewsbury. You are going to listen to me now. You are prepping for this role. A role of the lifetime. You will obey me in all things. You will also obey Mr. Andrews and Mr. Weston.” Too bad I can’t keep her, he said to himself, but alas there were always others.

“I will listen to Dr. Shrewsbury,” Natalie confirmed, “I am prepping for a role. It is the role of a lifetime. I will obey Dr. Shrewsbury in all things. I will also obey Mr. Andrews and Mr. Weston.” Her voice took on a monotone as she recited the commands. When faced with a strong, assertive, man, she folded like a deck of cards. Her feminine weakness was no match for the good doctor.

“A further command,” he continued, “you will address each of us as ‘Sir’.”

“I will address each of you as ‘Sir,’ Sir,” was her monotone reply.

“Good girl. Also, Mandi is your new friend. You find her to be quite pleasant. You can learn a lot from her.”

“Yes, Sir,” Natalie affirmed, “Mandi is my new friend. I find her to be quite pleasant. I can learn a lot from her.”

Dr. Shrewsbury then gave her a trigger phrase and turned off the spiral.

Natalie blinked back to life and smiled at the doctor. “Oh, hello, Sir.”

Dr. Shrewsbury said her trigger phrase again, and the life left her eyes. He turned the spiral back on and let her stare at it while he wrote up his report.

A bit later, he called George into the room. Natalie was displayed at attention in the middle of the room. She stared blankly at nothing in particular; her mind was empty and ready for command from a male superior.

George entered the room and looked at her tentatively. “Wow,” he said quietly while walking over to admire the mesmerized woman. “I’m really impressed by your work.”

Dr. Shrewsbury had come with the highest recommendations from his director friend. The good doctor had warped Mandi into the bimbo porn star she was now. No one knew that the director was her Master. He had a reputation as a do-gooder and into charity and all of those things movie fans eat up as good public relations. In actuality, like George, he believed women existed to please men.

“She is a compliant subject, as most women are,” Dr. Shrewsbury explained. “I will be able to mold her into whatever you want her to be.”

George put a hand on Natalie’s face. “I want her to be my compliant and loyal girlfriend. Eventually, my wife. Mrs. George Weston.” He turned to face Dr. Shrewsbury. “I’m tired of dating. Whether it’s the gold diggers or the actresses who bounce from actor to actor. It’s so frustrating. He showed me what you were able to do with Mandi and other women. Former uppity bitches turned into tame doves ready and eager to obey, as all women should be. I knew what I wanted immediately.”

“Okay, well, try her out.” Dr. Shrewsbury handed him a card with triggers on it. Wake her up and then put her back in trance.

George said the trigger phrase to wake her up. Natalie blinked back to life and smiled at him. “Oh, hello, Sir.”

He said the phrase that put her back in trance. Natalie froze in place. He unfroze her again. “Ugh, what happened? I just lost track of time.” She looked at him with a confused expression.

A few seconds later she was back standing at attention, blank eyed, and mind empty after her future Master said another trigger phrase.

“Incredible. This could be useful for all women,” George said with amazement. He thought about the unruly actresses, that fucking cunt producer on his last film, that one reviewer. Imagine all of them under control and eager for command? It would be a dream come true.

“Just a few more things to do to Miss McDonald before we wake her up. I want you to give her a few commands. It will help to assert your authority over her.”

George took a few cards from him. He read them off to Natalie. “Natalie, I am your favorite actor. You are smitten with me and will do whatever is needed to keep my attention.” Quickly, Dr. Shrewsbury wrote something else down and help it up on a card. “Oh, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Natalie confirmed with programmed acceptance. “George Weston is my favorite actor. I am smitten with him. I will do whatever is needed to keep his attention.”

Dr. Shrewsbury handed him another card. “I am going to wake you up soon. All you will remember is that you spaced out for a bit while we worked on the scene. I came in to help with it, which you were grateful for. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Natalie again confirmed. “All I will remember is spacing out for a bit while we worked on the scene. You came in to help. I am so grateful for your help.”

He said her trigger phrase, which woke up the soon-to-be former actress. Natalie blinked a few times and came back to life. “Oh, hey, sorry, I spaced out for a bit.” She looked at George and offered a flirty smile. “Oh, hello Mr. Weston, I am so grateful for your help with the scene, Sir.” Her vapid expression mirrored the look of submission in her eyes.

“Um, Sir,” she continued as a slight up-pitch entered her voice. “Do you, um, think that I was hypnotized? I’m not certain?”

George smiled confidently. This tame dove was totally under his control. “It’s fine sweetie. It doesn’t really matter if you were hypnotized,” he reassured her, “what matters is that you looked like you were hypnotized. You did a fantastic job with that. You are doing great so far. “

Natalie clapped her manicured hands together. “I am so happy about that, Sir. You are my favorite actor, and I am so grateful for your help.” Her joy at talking to one of her favorite actors made the actress not even notice how he had taken over the audition.

“Okay, so now,” George instructed her, “I want to do another scene with you. You are doing really well so far. I need you to show me how well you can play the role of the brainwashed girlfriend. However, we will need to do this scene somewhere else to make it more realistic. Does that make sense to you?”

“Yes, Sir!” Natalie beamed proudly. “I will do my best to play the role of the brainwashed girlfriend. Everything you say makes perfect sense to me, Sir.” She leaned forward to show off the revealing cut of her dress, which made him make a note to himself that her breasts needed a significant upgrade.

Dr. Shrewsbury stepped in and said a trigger phrase that put Natalie back standing at attention. “She is doing great. If something goes wrong out in the field, remember the phrase I gave you to make her throw a scene. Friendly press will promote the idea that she had a meltdown out of desperation, and we can try again with another one. But so far, so good, I think.”

George stared at Natalie. “I like her. I think she is promising. I’m glad I trusted my instinct about her. I knew I was right.”

Dr. Shrewsbury shook his friend’s hand. “Time will tell, but if she passes this test, I believe things will be fine.”

“Is the limo here,” George asked casually. His nervousness from earlier was gone now.

“Yes. It is our front, waiting for the two of you. Remember,” Dr. Shrewsbury told the actor, “the cover story is that the other actors are traveling separately so the two of you can practice your lines.”

“Got it,” George said as he walked over to Natalie and woke her up again.

“Hello, Sir,” she said with a naughty smile.

“Come on now. There is a limousine waiting for us. We will be going alone, so we can practice our lines.” He put a hand out to her, which she took happily.

They said goodbye to Dr. Shrewsbury and made their way out to the front of the office suite. In what should have been considered something a tad suspicious, Mandi was waiting for them and hugged her new friend tightly. The bimbo porn actress pulled Natalie close, who returned the favor. “Congrats! We’re going to be really good friends!”

She turned to Mr. Weston. “Your limo is waiting, Sir. Good luck.” She gave him a naughty wink.

Natalie waved at her friend. “If I get the part, we’ll have to hang out soon, okay? Text me!”

They went outside and entered the limo. The driver stood by the door and blankly stared straight ahead behind a pair of sunglasses. She had been an actress who threatened to go to the press after an executive offered her a part in exchange for a blowjob. Dr. Shrewsbury corrected her attitudes in record time, and now she served the studio like a good girl.

They sat in the back of the limo. Natalie had been in a few of them before, but never with her favorite actor, George Weston! He began checking his phone for messages or news as she marveled at how lucky she was right now.

“Um,” she asked after a few minutes, “can you show me the script, so we can rehearse the lines, Sir?”

George answered her question with a trance trigger. She froze in place. He handed her a small MP3 player and a pair of wireless earbuds. “Listening to this will help to prepare you for the upcoming scene.” Natalie, like the good girl she was becoming, immediately put them into her ears and tapped play.

The next hour of Natalie’s life would reaffirm and deep her conditioning. The first part repeated what she had already heard: This was the role of a lifetime, George was her favorite actor, all men involved with the production must be obeyed and addressed as “Sir,” etc. The next part was George describing the role in his own voice. The girlfriend character she will be playing, well, look at that, is named Natalie too. The boyfriend character is also named George too. Weird coincidence, right?

George continued by describing how loyal and obedient Natalie is to George. Natalie will have any kind of sex that George desires. She will dress, behave, and do whatever he says, whenever he says it. Her passive smile and empty eyed expression was emphasized by the way she nodded at each statement. The enthralled lady was well on her way to becoming Mrs. George Weston.

The program then shifted to being in her own voice. Recall Dr. Shrewsbury sitting at his computer console while George spoke to Natalie. This was because he was recording the conversation to create a synthetic version of her voice to assist with brainwashing her.

Natalie’s voice began to intermingle with George’s voice. The combination of her desire and need to obey him made it impossible to not comply.

After a bit, George’s voice overwhelmed the vocal mix again. His gentle, but authoritative, commands informed her how important it was that she say and do only what Natalie, the brainwashed character, would say or do as George, the character, would want. It is essential that Natalie do exactly what the brainwashed girlfriend character would do at all times. To properly get into the role, she needs to think the way that Natalie the brainwashed girlfriend thinks.

George then reminded Natalie that her life will be bleak and pointless if she does not land this role. Just acting like Natalie the brainwashed girlfriend isn’t enough to get this role. The only way to keep her life from becoming a complete failure is to become Natalie the brainwashed girlfriend. She needs to exist to obey her Master.

Finally, they arrived at George’s mansion, which was in a fairly secluded suburb outside the city, where other actors and producers had settled to gain some privacy from the media. When the diver came around to open the door, he said Natalie’s trigger phrase again and woke her up.

“Oh, hello, Master,” Natalie said casually as he pulled her up out of the limousine. They walked hand in hand back to the house, where the driver waited inside at attention. Dr. Shrewsbury had offered her as a demonstration of what he had to offer to George. The woman had been quite the delight. “Driver,” he said with masculine authority, “you are dismissed. Please return to your owner and give him my regards.”

She did not speak as her body moved to obey. A woman’s mouth only had one purpose, and it was not to talk back to men, the formerly snotty and rude slave’s mind had been programmed for hundreds of hours into believing.

George turned and took a step ahead of her. “So what we need to do now is play out another scene.” He pointed at a couch, which had two boxes on it. “Put on the outfit in those boxes and then come out here and present yourself to me.”

Natalie grabbed the boxes and, as quickly as the high heels on her feet allowed, went into the bathroom to change clothing as Master had commanded. It was large and rather lavish. Her apartment was so tiny and the toilet had to be flushed three times before it went down. She had to obey Master in all things, so the part would be hers! Her life would be over without it.

Some time went by before Natalie came back out of the bathroom in the maid uniform. It was frilly and tight or revealing in all the right places. Her stockings were the same color as the shiny black pumps on her feet. She had pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail and fidgeted a bit at the fancy underwear adorning her body underneath the uniform.

Natalie swayed over to Master awkwardly. She was still not great at walking in such high heels, which George definitely noticed. Something to add to her training, for sure. The red-haired soon to be former actress curtsied before Master.

“Good girl,” George said with growing confidence. She definitely needed implants and a personal trainer, but that was easy to rectify. No porn star breasts like Mandi, but definitely a few cups bigger. “Now, my dear, the next scene is to cook me a meal. A good brainwashed girlfriend, or wife one day, knows her way around the kitchen. I left some stuff out for you. I’ll be in my study making a few phone calls.”

Natalie smiled cheerfully and walked through the large living room into the kitchen. As promised various food staples had been left out by George’s personal cook, who had been sent off to a spa for the week that, weirdly enough, Dr. Shrewsbury had an office at where he sometimes took consulting positions. She would return as a devoted servant of the Weston household and, eventually, be auctioned off for a significant profit.

It turned out, unfortunately, that Natalie’s cooking skills were not really up to par. Being an obedient girlfriend was one thing, but you actually needed to have the skills to do so as well! George ate a few bites of the meal and tried to hide his frown. Hopefully, Dr. Shrewsbury would hurry up with the cook and get her back here!

He took her hand again, and they went over to the couch. Natalie sat on his lap and leaned in for a kiss. “I love being your girlfriend, Master.”

George fondled her breasts and returned the kiss. Yep, they definitely needed to be upgraded. “Natalie, my dear, I think I have seen enough. I am going to tell the director that I want you to have the part.”

Natalie clapped excitedly again and made giggling noises like the bimbo she was quickly becoming for Master. George said her trigger phrase again, and she stood up and snapped to attention with a blank expression.

“Natalie, now that you have the part you must remain in it at all times,” George began as he slid wireless earbuds into her ears. “You will continue to wear these earbuds until I say otherwise. You are my compliant and loyal girlfriend, not only for this role, but for all time.”

* * *

After some psychical and mental upgrades over the next few months, Natalie made her first appearance in public on George’s arm. The failed actress was now a gorgeous, busty, trophy girlfriend for the acting star. Friendly media did stories on her frustrations with acting and how George came along and rescued it from it for a life of luxury. She wished, in this supposed interview, for all women to have such luck!

Of course, the usual types of people liked or disliked this sentiment accordingly. Some called her a bimbo or a sell out, but then others pointed out that she had been pretty unmemorable. Natalie’s previous social media profile, before it was scrubbed, had been fairly banal attempts to reinvent herself a number of times and clichéd support for vaguely liberal political sentiments.

By the end of the news cycle, the public’s only image of her was as a vapid toy on the arm of a handsome actor. Many women hated her guts; other women envied Natalie and wished they could be like her. She began doing short videos expressing traditional values and showing off her newly programmed cooking skills.

Soon enough, there was an announcement that in a year that Natalie Davidson would be no more, and she would become Mrs. George Weston, an obedient and devoted housewife. She attended events with him and was a loyal and devoted piece of arm candy in public while being his slave at home.

The Weston family cook returned from her spa trip in a maid uniform like Natalie without a thought in her silly feminine mind except Master’s current orders for her. George added a few starlets in their mid-twenties no one would miss as personal staff. The future Mrs. Weston was conditioned to think of them as beneath her. She became a rude bitch when Master was away and demanded absolute perfection from his slaves.

A few months went by with Natalie running the Weston home while George was filming a movie. He came home each weekend to ravish his bimbo slave and give her new instructions for the week. The previously fairly frugal woman was now obsessed with shopping and buying clothing and shoes to look her best for Master.

Natalie was in a high-end store looking at expensive shoes one morning after her workout with the personal trainer the studio used to set an example for new housewives. The woman, another former failed actress turned obedient servant, put her through quite the rigorous workout, but it was all to please Master. She was looking at high-end pumps when a voice called out her name.

“Natalie McDonald! I can’t believe it’s really you! I saw the news reports and couldn’t believe you got engaged to George Weston” The pretty blonde hugged her. “Do you remember me? It’s Jennifer! We were on that one pilot together. That was fun. Oh gosh, you’re such a big celebrity now.”

Natalie blinked a few times. Her memories of time before George were so cloudy and vague. “Um, yes, Jennifer,” she said hesitantly, “I…remember that. Yes. The pilot episode.” It had been for some meaningless sitcom. The usual thing: Overweight neanderthal husband, smoking hot MILF wife. Natalie and Jennifer were supposed to play their sisters or something like that.

Jennifer brightened suddenly. “Gosh, it was just your birthday too recently! I saw it on your social media profile.” She hugged her friend again. “30 years old! Just like me. Well, you made it. I might never make it. Might have to get an office job. Does George have any brothers?”

“30 years old.” Natalie began blinking rapidly. “Yes. 30. I am 30.” Memories of George and Dr. Shrewsbury brainwashing her came back to the redhead bimbo. “I need to go. I have, uh, a meeting.”

Natalie ran as quick as the stiletto heels on her feet allowed to the car. “Take me to Dr. Shrewsbury, NOW!” she spat at the driver, who mindlessly turned on the car and began their route to the doctor.

* * *

Dr. Shrewsbury had finished up his final morning session, a studio executive who had refused to be bred for her powerful agent husband and needed to understand her purpose in life, and was preparing to take some time off for lunch when he heard a commotion in the hallway. When he realized the angry, pleading voice was that of Natalie McDonald, the good doctor put aside his meal and went out into the hallway, where he found Mandi trying to calm down her friend.

A trigger phrase put both of them in trance. Dr. Shrewsbury commanded Mandi to return to her duties, which she did immediately like a good girl. He listened to Natalie’s story about running into her friend Jennifer and how she questioned the future trophy wife about her relationship with George Weston.

“She reminded me that I had turned 30, Sir!” Natalie said the statement through tears. “I don’t want to be a failure. Actresses who turn 30 are doomed to obscurity and poverty! I want to be Master’s wife if it pleases him! I don’t want to be a failure!”

Dr. Shrewsbury held her tight for a moment until she calmed down. “I think I can help you, my dear.”

“Can you brainwash me again, Sir,” Natalie said with a pleading voice. “I want to forget that old life. I want to please Master. I don’t want to be a failure. Please, Sir?”

Dr. Shrewsbury stared at her. “You knew you were brainwashed? Did you go along with it? Now you want it again?”

Natalie nodded vigorously. “Yes, Sir. When Jennifer confronted me, I remembered what you did to make me serve Master! You saved me from a life of poverty!” She slid a little closer on the couch and ran a long pink-tipped nail over his pants.

Our heroic doctor took her hand and gently moved it off his bulge. “Interesting. Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Sir. I will do whatever you say to please Master.” As soon as the words came out of Natalie’s pouty mouth, she dropped into trance as the hypnotic spiral began playing behind her that would make her enslavement to George Weston permanent. She would play the role of being Mrs. Weston, obedient bimbo trophy wife, to perfection for the rest of her life.

A few days later after Natalie’s conditioning was completed she resumed her happy life as Master’s slave. Their engagement was announced. From now on, if anyone asked about her life before Master, she would say that she did not want to discuss anything before she met her incredible fiancé. Her life was now devoted to him.

While Natalie cleaned his mansion from top to bottom in the new latex maid uniform he had gotten for her, George went to meet with Dr. Shrewsbury at his office. In the next room, Natalie’s friend Jennifer was being conditioned after having been captured by studio security. There were plenty of other men of wealth and means who could use a slave devoted to them. Perhaps Mandi could use a new friend for her pornography too?

“When Natalie came to me and told the story of what had happened, I got really concerned that Jennifer might make a bit of a fuss,” Dr. Shrewsbury commented as they watched her stare at the spiral on the way from her position on the floor, locked into place on all fours. “I decided to give her a full mind blanking like I had with Mandi. Wipe out Jennifer and replace her with Jenni, who can be programmed in whatever way is needed.”

George watched the future Jenni and realized being down on all fours would be a great position for Natalie to assume when he got home that night. “Probably for the best to be cautious. We can’t have the secret of what we do come out.” He paused for a moment. “I have to say, I am fascinated by the idea that Natalie begged you to brainwash her again. I do wonder if it was because she wanted to be happy, or was it me, but I guess we will never know for certain.”

Dr. Shrewsbury motioned for George to follow him to another window. The executive he had been programming the other day when Natalie arrived was kneeling on the floor and fingering herself while a hypnotic screen played before her eyes.

“Natalie gave me an idea, so her ordeal was worth it. This one here is being conditioned to toss her career away for, as you put it with Natalie, a role of a lifetime as her husband’s breeding machine. She is being trained to know she is being brainwashed, but to also demand more of it if, in any way or shape, she feels like she is failing her Master.”

He turned on the intercom into the room and said a trigger phrase, which made the soon-to-be former executive shriek with joy as a violent orgasm flooded her body. She fell over and collapsed on the mat, but then sat up again a few minutes later and began masturbating.

“I’m going to let her go like this for a few more hours, then a nap, and then a session this afternoon. I was thinking of testing her out by having Mandi come in and make some kind of pro-feminist statement. Say, I might want to borrow Natalie one afternoon for that too. Test it out and see how she responds.”

George nodded along. “This is great and has so many practical applications. Natalie can be programmed to demand to be perfect for me. Mandi can be programmed to demand to be the perfect porn star. This woman can be programmed to demand to be the perfect housewife. It doesn’t even have to be sexual. An up-and-coming star could be programmed to devote herself to the studio, or to improving her acting, or to altering her body as needed by us.”

Dr. Shrewsbury motioned for them to return to his office. “Every woman exists to serve men. We just need to prove to them that their service is the role of a lifetime.”

The End