Akira Meets the Lady Chapter 7

“Ready for your first day, darling?” the Lady Brigitte said as Akira made her way to the kitchen.

“Yes, My Lady,” the college student said, preparing for her first day working at Dr. Winifred Winchester’s Vintage Shoppe. 

“Well, darling, you have been looking forward to it, I should know,” the Lady said. 

“Wait.. how do you know?” Akira asked. 

“You have been telling me all about your eagerness while you have been hypnotized, darling,” the Lady said. “Very commendable. You have been eager to work for such a dominant, experienced lesbian as Winifred Winchester.” 

“Thank you, My Lady,” Akira said, blushing and turning away. 

“Then I will let you get ready, darling,” the Lady said. “Enjoy your first day.” 

“Yes, My Lady,” Akira replied. 

Akira eventually got herself ready for her first day, dressing in her prescribed wardrobe, which was in a simple black garment bag with a large ‘W’ on the top. Thong panties, with metallic looking strips running through the fabric, bullet bra with metallic cups in the cones. An A Line, canary yellow 1950’s  dress. Yellow four inch heels. 

Akira completed her makeup, from the makeup kit and instructions from the Doctor. 

The last items she put on were the jewelry from the kit inside the bag.  A strand of pearls. Matching pearl earrings, same exact size as the necklace pearls. Pearl wristlets. 

Looking in the mirror, the pretty teenager was stunned at her image looking back- she looked like a 1950’s pinup model, her large breasts accentuated by the bullet bra. Her dark hair and eyes a stark contrast to the bright yellow she was wearing. As she saw her hands strumming along the pearl necklace, she was reminded that she had her nails done in the matching color of the dress. 

She smiled, took a deep breath, and headed to Day 1 of her new job. 

She parked where she was told, and made her way into the building, where she was met by her new boss, Dr. Winifred Winchester. 

“How is my pretty little pet employee,” the Doctor asked. 

“Nervous. Doctor…” the girl said. 

“Don’t be nervous, Pet,” Winifred said with certainty. “I am very sure you will be a perfect, obedient employee.” 

Akira nodded. 

“Follow along, Pet,” the dominant business owner said as she took Akira to the storefront, which was not yet open. Akira’s heels had a sexy cadence as she followed the dominant. 

The dominant smiled as she turned on the stimulating thong and bra, on a very low setting. 

Akira moaned slightly, causing the Doctor to smile. 

Once in the store, Akira was guided to the front window of the store, which she noted was closed from the inside with a golden curtain, with walls on either side, also painted to match the curtain. In the window was a small, black table and black chair. 

“This is where you will be, Pet,” the Doctor said, much to the puzzlement of Akira. On the door side wall on the inner side of the window was a simple mirror from the 1950’s and some 1950’s music posters. On the wall on the opposite inner side of the window, behind the black chair, was a large cigarette poster of yellow and black featuring a seated woman holding a cigarette in a black field, with the brand name in yellow at the top. The woman in the poster was wearing a yellow A line dress, heels, and pearls around her neck and wrists, as well as in her ears. And a very obvious bullet bra. 

“Ohhh…” Akira said, realizing she was dressed exactly like the woman in the poster. 

Dr. Winifred Winchester turned up the intensity of the stimulus at the recognition, which was causing the yellow clad girl to close her eyes as her excitement was more than visibly evident. 

Winifred noticed Akira’s excitement, smiled, and added one final piece to the wardrobe. A simple matching yellow headband.

“That is a very rare metal sales piece from the 1950’s, Pet,” the doctor said. “I have several buyers coming to look at purchasing it. Bids are starting at $10,000.” 

“Sit in the chair, Pet,” the doctor instructed. 

Akira climbed the two stairs to get up on the platform of the window, then moved to sit in the chair, instinctively trying to sit like the woman in the metallic art. The Doctor followed the girl up on the platform as she sat in the chair. Winifred climbed to the platform, as she did she turned up the stimulation, exciting Akira a bit further. 

Akira didn’t look- but she closed her eyes as she felt the increased intensity course through her. 

“Open your eyes, Pet,” Doctor Winchester said, smiling. “Cross your legs. Look up and smile wide. Much better, Pet.” 

The college student listened and did as she was told. Her eyes instinctively focused on the traffic light outside, which stayed green as construction halted traffic on the side street from crossing the opposite direction. 

“Very good, Pet,” the Doctor said. “Ready?” 

Akira nodded, why she had no idea. 

“Submit to hypnosis,” the Doctor said, smiling as she watched the girl sink into trance. 

“Perfect,” Winifred said to herself. “I could do this myself, but it’s much easier to use the trigger I heard her mother’s domme use…” 

“Very good, Pet,” the doctor said, preparing Akira for her task. “Count yourself deeper, pet, the way you have been taught.” 

The doctor watched as the well conditioned Akira silently counted herself deeper for the Doctor, who patiently waited for the girl to sink herself deeper, though the girl knew not for how long she counted. 

“Stop, pet,” the Doctor instructed. “Open your eyes, look at me. You will not move unless I move you, or tell you what to move, and how to move, do you understand?” 

Akira nodded and quietly said “Yes… Doctor…” 

“Good, Pet,” Winifred said as she took some things from her bag and placed them on the table. 

“Look at the items on the table, pet,” the doctor instructed. 

Akira looked and saw the vintage pack of cigarettes and lighter there. 

“Take one of the cigarettes out of the pack, Pet,” Winifred instructed. 

Akira complied.

“Place it in your right hand, between your pointer and middle fingers, Pet,” the Doctor said. 

Akira complied. 

“Hold your right hand up by your eyes, Pet,” the Doctor told the hypnotized girl, facing the girl and the artwork behind it.. 

Akira complied. 

Dr. Winchester then turned the girl’s hand slightly, so the cigarette pointed up between the fingers, pushed her wrist into a limp position, then placed the girl’s right elbow against her side, and moved her left hand to rest on her lap. 

The dominant smiled as her pet perfectly matched the work. Life imitating art. 

“Very good, Pet,” the Doctor praised.  “When I snap my fingers, you will hold this position as if you were made of rigid iron. Do you understand?” 

Akira meekly and barely nodded her head. 

“Very good, Pet,” Winifred said. “Smile wide, Pet…” 

Akira pasted a beautiful smile on her face, to the delight of the Doctor. 

SNAP

At the sound, the girl froze in place, feeling like iron. Unmoving. Unmoveable. No thoughts to move anything. 

“Now there is just one other thing, my hypnotized Pet,” Winifred said knowingly, as she reached into her bag and pulled out black airpods and placed them in each ear of the frozen Akira then covered them with the luxurious dark hair. “This will speed up your desires a bit.” 

Winifred smiled as she began the looping sounds in the ears of the yellow clad, bullet bra wearing, dark haired and deeply hypnotized Akira, who sat smiling, unmoving, holding an unlit cigarette in her hand, modeling the pose in the expensive public relations piece being sold that hung behind her. The Doctor smiled as she understood what Akira was hearing in her frozen and deeply hypnotized state. 

“You were born to obey and serve…” 

“You want to be a slave, you need to be a slave, you were born to be a slave…” 

“You want to be owned by Winifred Winchester…”

“You need to be owned by Winifred Winchester…”

Winifred smiled at the scene as she opened the curtains, showing her display to the public sidewalk outside. Akira simply smiled as her mind was assaulted with the repetitive phrases, as the bullet bra and thong excited her- even though she was frozen in place. 

A crowd assembled as the windows opened- there were several men and women standing, waiting to enter the shoppe, waiting for the auction to begin. They saw the piece they were competing to purchase- but they were more than captivated by the model who sat frozen in place mimicking the pose in the art work perfectly. 

More than one of the buyers was struck by Akira as she sat stone still. 

“Holy… who is that? Is she real?” one of the buyers asked as he walked over to take a closer look. 

“Wow… forget the art… look at her…” said another. 

“Oh goodness… she has ‘it’ in spades… but how is she so still?!?” asked the lone woman. 

As they got closer, a man reached out to touch Akira, who never wavered as she sat staring at the infinitely long green light, hearing the phrases in her ears. 

“You were born to obey and serve…” 

“You want to be a slave, you need to be a slave, you were born to be a slave…” 

“You want to be owned by Winifred Winchester…”

“You need to be owned by Winifred Winchester…”

“Stop there,” Winifred said in a very serious tone. “Do not touch the merchandise.” 

“Oh well we wondered about her… there is something about her…” the man said. 

“She is real and is a professional who is simply doing her job,” the Doctor explained emphatically. 

“I can’t stop focusing on her,” another man continued. “I agree with you… she has ‘it’ … more than anyone I have ever seen in my life…” 

Winifred smiled and pushed them off, the men enamored by a big breasted girl in a bullet bra, the women jealous because they aren’t her.  

“So then, let’s get down to business, shall we?” the doctor said as she took the metal sales piece down for the buyers to inspect.

Akira remained frozen as the Doctor conducted business about the artistic cigarette poster displayed behind her, unaware of anything the doctor was doing during the sales process. She simply absorbed the programming being sledgehammered into her brain from the air pods, as her thong and bra continued their stimulation of excitement. Through the sales pitch, and until Doctor Winchester took her out of hypnosis, Akira held pose, hypnotized and listened. Eyes staring ahead at the green light, Akira had no knowledge that all the men, and a few women, were stealing glances at her as she sat. 

Once the sale of the art was completed, the Lady finally walked over to Akira and removed the airpods and stopped the conditioning. 

“Look at me, you did very well, Pet,” the dominant praised, following a traditional pattern of praise after task completion. “In a moment I will awaken you, as it is almost time for you to end your work day. When I snap my fingers, you will no longer be as rigid as iron, but able to move. You  will awaken at the snap, and climb down from the window platform, do you understand?” 

Akira replied with a meek “yes, Doctor.” 

“When you climb down, you will not feel any soreness or stiffness, you will feel wonderful and aware and alert,” Winifred instructed. “When I tell you that you have missed your cigarette break, you will take the cigarette in your hand and pick up the lighter, walk outside and have a cigarette, do you understand?” 

Another meek “yes, Doctor.” 

“Very good, Pet, you are enjoying your work, enjoying being with me and working here is something you desperately want more of,” Winifred said, increasing the intensity of the stimulus coming from the bra and thong Akira wore. “Being my full time pet is an increasing desire in your mind, do you understand?” 

A third soft “yes Doctor.” 

SNAP 

Akira stretched, removed her eyes from the ever green traffic signal and slowly climbed down from the window platform she dutifully sat at, eventually stopping and standing before Winifred. 

“How do you feel, Pet?” WInifred asked. 

“Good, Doctor,” the girl in yellow replied. “What was I doing again?”

WInifred laughed at the amnesia the girl showed- it was not a suggestion given, but a show of the depth of trance the pretty half Japanese girl sank into to have no recollection. 

“Well, Pet,” the doctor began. “We were just discussing that you missed your cigarette break.” 

Akira closed her eyes for a second, opened them slowly, and then reached up onto the table in the window and took hold of the lighter with her left hand as she realized she had a cigarette in her right hand.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

   Wordlessly, WInifred watched as Akira exited the front door, stood on the sidewalk just on the other side of the glass she was a sexy display inside, and lit the cigarette. 

As the girl stood and followed her suggestion of having a cigarette, a cute two seater car made its way by, and the blonde behind the wheel honked at the lovely sight in yellow. Akira, focused on her cigarette, did not look up in time to see who was driving. But she did notice the two men in their 20’s staring at her as they walked by, each turning their head to continue to look at the girl as they ambled past, awestruck. 

The man on the street side paid no attention as he walked right into a garbage can, toppling over it as garbage spilled on the sidewalk, sending him to the ground. 

“Dude, you ok?” the other man said.

“Yeah… but holy shit I could not stop looking at her…” the man who fell said. “I still can’t stop looking…” 

At that point, Winifred walked out of the store and laughed. 

“Finish your cigarette, Pet,” the Doctor instructed. “We have to chat before you leave work.” 

Akira took a last drag then threw the cigarette on the ground, and stepped on it with her yellow heeled shoe as she followed along. 

The pair went to Winifred’s private office, where Akira stood waiting. 

“You did very well, Pet.” the Doctor said. “A very good first day.” 

Akira smiled at the praise. 

“Heavy knees, Pet,” the Doctor instructed and enjoyed watching as Akira fell to her knees. 

“I will have to thank your Lady for this,” Winifred said with a laugh. “This is exactly where you belong, Pet. On your knees at my feet.”

Akira blushed red as the doctor increased the stimulation from the underwear to nearly full capacity. 

“Don’t you think that would be wonderful, Pet? To be owned by me?” the doctor said as she stood before the kneeling girl. 

Akira looked down, and nodded her head up and down. 

“I agree, Pet,” the Doctor stated as fact. “It’s like you were born to obey and serve me…” 

Akira nodded as she blushed and felt that stimulating excitement. 

“I think that you want to be a slave, you need to be a slave, Pet” the crafty Winifred said, reconstructing the phrases she was hammering into the hypnotized girl. “I think you were born to be a slave…” 

Akira nodded, her excitement rising from the stimulation from her underwear. 

“I think you want to be owned by me, Pet,” Winifred continued as she added heavy doses of physical pleasure to coincide with her phrase reconstruction. “You have never felt this much excitement, something so right, the reality is you need to be owned by me…”

Winifred placed the underwear on the highest setting, cupped Akira’s chin, and looked her in the eye. After a few moments, Akira gave in and climaxed, falling to the floor on her side. 

“Such a perfect place for you, Pet,” Winifred said as she bent down. “On your knees, writhing…”

“Submit to hypnosis…” 

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“That’s a perfect fit, Kiki,” TIffany said, as the outfits Akira was wearing to school were becoming more and more provocative, showing more and more of the beautiful girl’s body as time went on, with the praise being welcomed and spurring on more of the same behavior for her more experience, more dominant lesbian girlfriend. Today was a small, plaid skirt, a tight white top, white knee socks and sneakers. 

“And your makeup skills are on point, Kiki,” the girl praised as she looked at Akira as she entered Tiffany’s bedroom. “You are looking perfect.” 

Akira was getting accustomed to hearing the praise, and wanted nothing more than to hear it more and more. Her outfits were a far cry from the girl who began the semester hiding in baggy clothes to the girl comfortable in short skirts, and tight revealing tops. It was quite a turnaround in the course of a few weeks as the calendar hit December. Always looking her best. Always in makeup. Looking perfect. Submission in every part of her life.

For the more dominant, more experienced lesbian. 

“You do notice everyone looking at you don’t you Kiki?” Tiffany asked, pulling the dark haired beauty in for a kiss, knowing the answer. 

“I do,” Akira answered, post kiss. 

“Well, Kiki, you do have that aura thing….” Tiffany said in a whisper. “That thing that most girls only wished they could have. I hear them all talk about you… ‘the hot lesbian’…they stare, because your aura is ascending…” 

Akira smiled as she blushed, allowing TIffany to dominate the conversation- and in her bedroom. 

“Lose it all, Kiki,” the blonde said as she continued holding the submissive girl closely. “Naked. Now…” 

Akira broke the embrace, and took a step back and slowly unbuttoned her top, revealing her deep cleavage and the bra that supported it. Next she slowly unzipped the skirt, and allowed it to fall to the floor. Next the shoes, leaving her only in a bra and panty. Akira leaned in and kissed Tiffany, then returned to removing her clothes. A sexy shimmy and her thong was gone, then a swift reach around and her bra was unclasped, removed and then used as a lasso to snare TIffany and draw her closer. 

“Bravo, nice show, perfectly done, Kiki,” the blonde remarked. “Such a sexy show for me. Up on the bed…”

TIffany pushed Akira on the bed- patting her on the backside as she moved, then removed her own clothes. 

“On all fours, like a good Pet…” Tiffany said as she entered her closet for the perfect toys for this occasion. 

Akira was on all fours, looking sideways as the blonde came out from the closet wearing a large rubber strap on while carrying another two items. She turned crimson at what her girlfriend held in her hand. 

Tiffany showed the girl a butt plug, with a tail emerging from the end, as she lubed it up. 

“Hold still, Kiki,” the more dominant, more experienced Tiffany demanded as she slowly inserted the plug. 

“A perfect thing for a beautiful pet to sport,” the blonde laughed as she climbed up on the bed and put her girlfriend in position to be entered from behind. “And a perfect position for a pet to be completely filled….”

Tiffany slowly began to rock her girlfriend's world as the increasingly submissive Akira Okida moaned and writhed from the actions….

After a time of thoroughly intense activity, Akira eventually passed out- partially from exhaustion but mostly from pleasure. Lots of pleasure. Submissive pleasure. 

Tiffany placed the blanket over her girlfriend. 

Tiffany cleaned herself, and eventually climbed in with her Kiki, and slept together holding one another. 

When the pair awakened in the morning, Tiffany, who rose first and was ready for the day, instructed Akira to shower, dress and get ready, then meet her downstairs. 

Akira complied, and, as had become her new custom as time went on, had a bag with clothes with her for the new day. 

“Well, that is a perfect look, Kiki,” Tiffany commended, handing the girl a mug with coffee. “And again, your makeup skills are perfect.” 

Akira was wearing a black miniskirt, a black top cutoff to show her breasts, thigh high stockings and heels, while her makeup was done in shades of red, with her lips a glossy deep red to match her now long and perfectly manicured nails. The college student found herself frequently visiting the nail salon, to ensure her nails matched whatever outfit she was wearing. Look perfect for the more dominant, more experienced lesbian, no matter the lesbian, no matter the location.  

“There is something I need to tell you, Kiki,” the blonde said. “When this semester ends next week, I will be going away and living overseas with family through next semester. Mother is there and there are some personal things she needs help with…” 

“Oh…” Akira said, surprised at the revelation, but neither upset nor happy. In the back of her mind, it opened the door to complete submission- no strings attached with having to explain things to anyone- like a girlfriend…

“Well I guess you have to do what family needs… family is first…” Akira said slowly, thoughtfully but nearly emotionless. “I think I am just going to go now… I;m not sure how to process this right now…”

“I understand, Kiki,” the blonde said as she moved in for a hug and a kiss after Akira placed the mug on the counter. 

TIffany noticed Akira did not kiss back much. 

“I’m just going to grab my stuff…” Akira said as she headed to get her bag. 

She silently got her things, and headed out  the door, not saying another word. 

Watching Akira drive to the gate, Tiffany took out her phone and smiled as she typed out a message. 

“This pet is definitely ready….” 

******** 

“Ah, there you are, darling,” the Lady said, finishing up her hypnosis session with Misaki. “Just getting home from work, darling?” 

“Yes, My Lady,” Akira answered. 

“What did you do today, darling?” the domme asked. 

“Just the usual work, my Lady,” Akira said, as instructed by the doctor to give vague non answer answers when the discussion of what she did came up at home. 

The reality was the girl was hypnotized, costumed and left on display in the storefront window, absorbing the repeated suggestions from Doctor Winchester. 

“Grasp the chain,” the Lady instructed, holding her focal point crystal, as the awake Akira took hold of the chain, fleeting memories of seeing her mother do the same were in the rearview mirror in her mind. 

“Good girl, darling,” the Lady praised, continuing her conditioning of the college student. “Submit to hypnosis…”

A smile crept across Lady Brigitte’s face as the now well conditioned Akira slipped deep into trance, all the work and conditioning paying off as the pretty girl was enveloped in her own submissiveness, a constant condition with the company she was keeping. 

Submissive with her ‘hot girlfriend’ Tiffany. 

Submissive at home, being hypnotized most of the time as time progressed, wearing her nipple clamps. 

Submissive at work, being bombarded constantly while hypnotized with desires to obey and serve and be owned through the airpods placed in her ears.  

“Count yourself deeper, darling,” the Lady ordered, then watched as the girl began the counts backwards from 5 to zero, continuing until reaching a deep trance level. 

“I am deep…” the hypnotized, nipple clamp, short skirt, crop top wearing girl said. 

Brigitte smiled at the advancement of the conditioning within Akira, where she could comfortably and easily sink herself deep into hypnosis. 

“Good girl, darling, now listen very carefully,” the Lady said. “You have learned about submission, hypnosis, being lesbian, and have done it very well. For now, you will easily answer my questions darling. Do you trust me?” 

“Yes, My Lady… I trust you…” the deeply hypnotized girl answered. 

“Good girl, darling. Why do you trust me, darling?” Lady Brigitte asked, building and reinforcing old suggestions.  

“Because Mother trusts you…” Akira replied. 

“Very good, darling,” the Lady said. “You have become an excellent subject, so receptive to my suggestion, always doing a wonderful job following the suggestions of the more experienced, more dominant lesbian you are with at any time. You have been enjoying hypnosis, and have enjoyed submitting, simply nod your head if you agree…” 

Akira nodded her head up and down. 

“Very good,” the domme said, her use of the praise phrase to reinforce the desired response from her subject, consistent and unwavering. “You enjoy being submissive, and now you desire more than submission, simply nod your head if you agree…” 

Akira nodded, her eyes still locked onto the crystal she was used to looking deeply into, the one she was still holding. 

“Good girl, darling,” the Lady said. “Being an admitted and committed submissive lesbian you will always follow what a more dominant, more experienced lesbian tells you to do, it is what you enjoy. Simply nod your head if you agree…” 

Akira  nodded. 

“Good Girl, darling,” the Lady said. “You will answer the questions I ask openly and easily, simply nod your head if you agree…” 

Akira agreed. 

“Good girl, darling,” Lady Brigitte said. “What do you think of Doctor Winchester?” 

“I want to serve her….” Akira said softly. 

“Good girl, darling,” the Lady said, beginning to probe deeper. “She is a very experienced, very dominant leesbain. And have you been obeying her as you work?” 

“Yes, my Lady,” the girl answered. 

“Good girl, darling,” the Lady replied. “What is your deepest desire as a submissive, darling?” 

“To be owned…” Akira replied slowly. 

“Good girl, darling,” Lady Brigitte praised, her work coming to fruition. “Who do you want to own you?”

“Doctor Winchester….” Akira replied. 

“Good girl, darling,” the Lady said. “Soon, you will have a talk with your mother about being owned, I will tell you when that time is, simply nod your head if you agree…” 

Akira accepted the suggestion as she nodded her head. 

“Good girl, darling,” the Lady said. “We have just a few things to finish before you can be owned, I want you to see the boxes in your mind, tell me when you can see them.” 

After a moment, Akira finally said “I see them…” 

“Very good girl, darling,” Lady Brigitte said. “I want you to tell me everything that is locked away in those boxes, now…” 

“Yes, my Lady,” Akira said softly before slowly, methodically listing the items locked away in the boxes.  

“All the fear or worry about being a submissive…”

“Fear of my sexuality…” 

“Being hypnotized…” 

“Body image…”

“Fear of being lesbian….”

“Concern about showing my body…”

“Being dominant…”

“Wondering about mother being submissive…”

“Who is my father…”

“Good girl, darling,” the Lady continued. “And you have no fear about anything in that box any longer, if that is correct, simply nod your head…” 

Akira nodded, and took a deep, cleansing breath. 

“Good girl, darling,” the Lady praised. “Those boxes locked away feel wonderful because you know where the keys to unlock them are. Feeling positive that all that is left outside the boxes are a true submissive. It is wonderful to have no fears, to be who you are, a beautiful, obedient, submissive…simply nod your head if you agree…” 

Akira nodded her head and smiled. 

Lady Brigitte smiled widely, thinking to herself ‘she is ready…” 

********

The semester drew to its inevitable December end as Akira Okida successfully completed her coursework with another string of perfect grades, something that had had happened since her first days of school, with nothing less than the highest marks in every reporting period. 

“So tell me, Darling, you have been home a lot at night lately,” the Lady began. “Is everything alright between you and your girlfriend?” 

“Actually, My Lady, she is moving overseas for the near future, her mother is there and needs Tiffany there with her…” Akira admitted. 

“Ah, well that is a pity, darling, you seemed to get along perfectly,” the domme said. “I am sure other opportunities will come along for you, perhaps increasing your work schedule…” 

“Yes, My Lady,” the college girl nodded. “Dr. Winchester has talked to me about that…” 

“Has she, darling?” the domme replied. “And is that something you want deep down?”

Akira nodded her head, saying softly, “yes, My Lady…” 

“And what has the Doctor suggested, darling?” Lady Brigitte asked. 

“A permanent arrangement, My Lady….” Akira said, her voice drifting off. 

“Oh? Is that so? Is that an interest of yours, darling?” the Lady asked. 

“Yes, My Lady…” Akira answered slowly and softly. 

“Where did this idea come from, darling?” Brigitte asked, smiling. 

“Seeing you and mother, My Lady…” Akira answered softly, looking at the feet of the dominant. 

“Well darling your mother and I are a bit different. Your mother submits here and with me always, but at her work she is very assertive and dominant. The best submissives often make the best dominants, as you remember us discussing.”  the Lady replied. “Submit to hypnosis….”

Akira sank into hypnosis where she stood, becoming very accustomed to being dropped while standing. 

“Very good girl, darling,” Lady Brigitte praised, knowing the girl was ready to face her future. “Soon enough you will figure out who you are destined to be. Your name, Akira, means bright, clear, intelligent… and you are certainly intelligent, and you are very bright in so many ways…. Things will become clear for you in time…” 

********

“Doctor WInchester, lovely to chat to you…” the Lady said on the Saturday before the 15th of December. “Everything is ready from this end, you can expect delivery on the 15th as you requested.” 

“Very good, Lady,” WInifred said with a smile, looking at Akira, standing before her in the shiniest of rubber suits, complete with 5 inch shiny boots and gloves, the hair pulled into a ponytail, eyes in dark shades, lipstick a high gloss black. “I knew you would deliver.” 

“Yes, well you didn’t exactly leave much choice…” the Lady said, referring to the blackmail from the Doctor. 

“I assure you, Lady, I take very good care of my pets…” Winifred replied, as she pressed the remote to increase the vibration of the phallus attached to the rubber suit Akira wore. 

The Doctor smiled as Akira smiled at the increased pleasure, as she was again bombarding the hypnotized girl’s mind with suggestions on repeat from the airpods she had in her ears. 

“I do have one request, if you will be so kind, Doctor,” the Lady said. 

“You are in no position to bargain, Lady Brigitte,” Winifred replied. “But I am curious, what will you give up to have your request honored?” 

“You may keep my finders fee for delivering Akira to you…” the Lady announced. 

“That is a very large sum of money… it must be very important for you in some way then…” the Doctor. “I’m intrigued, what is your request?” 

“Simply allow my slave, Misaki, to deliver a present to her daughter on Christmas Day…” the Lady said. 

“Is that it? That’s the request?” Winifred asked with a laugh.  “A six figure present delivery…. I will tell you what, I will deliver all the evidence to you in return for your forfeiting the cash on  one condition… tell me why this is so important for you…” 

“Family tradition,” the Lady said. “And Misaki got the gift for her daughter long before she fully submitted to me.” 

“Tradition…” Winifred scoffed. “I see, then who am I to stand in the way of tradition? I will forward the arrangements to you for Christmas Day. I will also send you an invitation to my newest pet’s first outing… before Christmas…” 

Winifred ended the call, and turned the vibrator attached to the rubber suit Akira was wearing on high, and watched as the girl eventually fell to the floor in ecstasy. 

“Tradition…” Winifred laughed as she bent over the prone, spent Akira. “You are going to have such a Merry Christmas indeed…..” 

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On delivery day, Lady Brigitte watched as Doctor Winifred Winchester accepted the delivery at the Winchester Building as Akira Okida walked into the door, and walked into becoming the slave of the dominant inventor and doctor. It was an anticlimactic transfer- after months of work and training. 

The pair, now Mistress and slave, made their way to the rubber clothing, where the doctor selected the best outfit for her desires that also showed the beauty of the slave.  Winifred put the girl in a shiny, glossy black outfit, gloves, holes cut out at the nipples and a phallus built into the pants. She also placed a remote controlled, vibrating and stimulating pair of nipple clamps onto the 19- year old. 

“Tell me, Pet, what did your mother say about you being owned by me?” Winifred Winchester asked her newest and by far sexiest slave Akira Okida, though brand new to the fold, understood her role and the appropriate way to interact with her Mistress. 

“She understood that I am an adult and can make my own decisions, Mistress,” the black rubber clad girl said as she knelt at the feet of the Doctor. “I explained how I wanted to see what she enjoyed so much about submission, Mistress.” 

“You are a smart one, Pet,” the dominant replied, cat eating canary grin across her face. “And was there anyone else in your life that may remotely miss you?” 

“No, Mistress… not any longer…” Akira replied slowly to be sure to follow her conditioning to answer thoroughly. 

“There’s more there, Pet,” the dominant responded. “Confession is good for the soul…” 

“My girlfriend, Mistress,” the girl with glossy red lips and nails answered, her eyes on the heels of her Mistress. “She has moved away to live with her family in Europe for a while…” 

“I see, Pet, that is sad,” Winifred said. “But that just gives you more time to serve and obey me, isn’t that right, Pet?” 

“Yes, Mistress, I serve and obey,” Akira replied as instructed. 

“Such a quick study,” the Doctor said. “Smart, but definitely naive.” 

The Doctor then picked up her phone and made a quick call. 

“Send her in, now,” the dominant Dr. Winchester said to whoever was on the other end of the line. “Pet, look up, you are going to want to see this. Even while you have heavy knees…” 

Akira looked up and her heart stopped beating for a moment. 

“Tiffany, you have done a wonderful job with my little sexy slave here,” WInifred said, handing the girl a bag. “And here is the cash for a job well done…” 

Tiffany couldn’t bear to look at Akira, as she watched the transaction take place, unable to speak, unable to move. 

“Well, Pet, I would imagine you may have something to say?” Winifred said as she patted Akira’s head. “So do say anything you wish right now…” 

From her knees, a tear rolled out of each eye at the devastating turn of events. 

She mustered what little will she had left and asked a simple question. 

“Why?” Akira asked, holding back emotions. 

“TIffany, you should answer, it is the right thing to do,” teased Winifred. 

Tiffany took a deep breath and looked off in the distance as she spoke. 

“Because, Kiki, you becoming a slave was inevitable. If not Dr. Winchester then your mom’s domme or someone else,” Tiffany reasoned. “I know everything…” 

Akira felt more tears welling up, her breath a staccato from the nerves. 

“I took in everything the Doctor said, and realized I could solve all my own problems by helping you reach your end faster, I’m sorry…” Tiffany said. “I didn’t expect to actually fall for you though…”

TIffany took the bag and ran from the room, as the Doctor looked on and Akira cried softly. 

“Well that was a wonderful show,” Winifred said. “But she is right about one thing.”

Winifred reached down and wiped a tear from Akira’s cheek. 

“Your slavery was inevitable, Pet,” Winifred concluded. “Heavy breasts…” 

Akira found her large, black rubber encased breasts feeling more and more heavy as they slowly made their way to the cold tile floor, eventually leaving the pretty girl lying prone on the floor, sobbing from the betrayal.

“I guess it won’t get any lower than this, Pet,” Winifred said as she bent down. “I will leave you to your misery… welcome to absolute rock bottom, Pet…” 

The Doctor walked to the prone submissive and put in a set of air pods in the ears of Akira as she said “heavy hands…” 

Akira could not move her hands much as they felt heavy and stuck to the floor. 

“This should help your mood, Pet…” Winifred said with a laugh as she turned on the looping sounds in the ears of the girl as she lay on the floor. 

Akira cried as she heard the cadence of her Mistress’ heels walk away and close the door between the repetition of phrases in her ears. 

Hours later, Winifred Winchester returned to where Akira Okida lay on the floor, unable to move. She looked a mess, makeup running down her face, tears staining her cheeks. 

“So beautiful….” Winifred said softly, brushing the hair back from Akira’s face as she sat up. “And so broken…” 

Akira took a deep breath as the Doctor got her to her feet. 

“So beautifully broken, Pet,” the dominant said smiling. “We need to get you ready for your coming out party…”