Descent Travel — Training Day

Jenna woke up on the couch with a slight headache and her body hurt as if she were in a streetfight. She flipped off the headset that sat on her head and face and thought back to the morning, the one where Cordelia Lance had taken her friend and roommate Olivia off to a 6 month excursion for training for the new travel company Descent Travel created by the tech giant. After that, she remembered an encounter with Cordelia, and then the shock, then the paralysis, then the headset, then the sound and spirals then nothing…. Until now.

Wearily, Jenna threw off the headset and got to her feet and found her phone on the floor nearby. She looked at the time and realized it was 10am, and her friend was airborne on her way to training for her new job, and wondered what the hell had happened since last seeing her. And what was Cordelia Lance doing here... And her driver…. That was at 7:30am, if she recalled right.

“Shit…. “ Jenna thought as she looked at the marks from where the prongs of the taser struck her. “Bitch tased me….”

As she stood, Jenna looked out the window- where she saw the limo she had seen earlier in the day again pulling up out front. The chauffeur exited the car, walked to the opposite side of the car and opened the rear door where Cordelia Lance emerged and made her way up the steps.

“Get the fuck away from me, psycho…” Jenna yelled as she rushed to lock the door before the tall woman could get there.

“Oh now Jenna, don’t be such a drama queen.” Cordelia Lance said as she got to the door. “Be a good girl and open the door now.”

“Noooooo……” Jenna shouted as her hands unlocked then opened the door and took a step back.

“Very well done, Jenna,” Cordelia said as she entered the apartment, followed by her driver, a pretty if muscular woman in a cute black driver outfit.

“What the fuck did you do to me, you bitch…” Jenna said as she took a step toward Cordelia. Jenna wanted to push by, punch and get physical- but as she got close she found herself unable to any of the things running through her head. And she also realized that when Cordelia called her ‘good girl’ she felt something,

“What’s wrong, Jenna?” Cordelia teased as she entered the home, watching as Jenna balled her fists then opened her hands as she moved a few steps back, a confused look on her face. “I am simply trying to start a very specialized travel agency and there you are being a complication. I do not like complications, Miss Roberts.”

“What the actual fuck,” Jenna stammered as she became more confused at her reaction toward the woman she wanted to batter.

“My goodness, Jenna, the language, can you possibly manage one sentence without being vulgar?” Cordelia laughed as she approached the confused younger woman.

“Fuck you,” Jenna said. “I don’t know what Olivia ever saw in a bitch like you...”

“Stop right there Jenna, do stop talking now and stand still,” Cordelia ordered.

Jenna went to say something- but found her voice remained quiet as she did what she was told by Cordelia and stood still. It was befuddling and infuriating all at the same time. But most of all it was scary, standing statue still at the command of someone. The beautiful tech CEO picked up the VR headset and walked toward the woman who remained in place.

“You may ask one question, Jenna,” Cordelia Lance instructed her prey as she circled her, her pointer finger casually tracing her path along her shoulders. “Make it a good one.”

“What the fuck did you do to me?” was the question.

“Ah the obvious question it is then,” Cordelia began with a laugh. “My instincts about you were right, not much of a deep thinker, are you, but at least you are gorgeous. But appropriate for your one question. I’ve started programming you, Jenna. Two hours so far, and it seems to be working perfectly. Probably because you aren’t such a deep thinker.”

As Cordelia responded, she held up the virtual reality headset that had begun the process. Jenna flinched as she recalled the taser… and the headset being placed on her as she lay motionless… then the nothingness that followed shortly thereafter.

“That’s right, I have started to program you Jenna,” the CEO said matter of factly. “And will continue to do so, and with your help. Now be a good girl and strip, then stand at attention, we need to start your transformation.”

Inexplicably, at least in her own mind, Jenna began stripping out of her clothes in front of one of the wealthiest and most powerful women in the world. Her hands moved of their own volition it seemed, as in the recesses of her mind she screamed silently. Shoes. Socks. Shirt. Pants. As she got to her bra and panties, she desperately tried to stop, but nothing happened. More silent screaming as her hands completed their task. Bra. Panties.

“Good girl, Jenna,” Cordelia said with a smile. “You will answer each question completely and honestly without hesitating, is that understood, Jenna?”

“Yes…. you bitch….” Jenna replied with venom.

“Still feisty, how cute,” Cordelia said. “Won’t help you much, and the language, it’s just low class and boring, my dear. Jenna, no more swearing when you are talking with me, always talk to me with respect, is that understood?”

“Yes, Cordelia…” Jenna found herself saying as she stood at attention.

“Good girl, Jenna,” Cordelia praised. “How do you feel right now?”

“Confused, strange, scared,” the girl answered.

“How do you feel toward me?” the tech guru asked.

“I want to beat the heck out of you but I can’t seem to do anything about it,” Jenna started. “I hate you actually.”

“I have a feeling you will come around and change your mind on that,” Cordelia quipped. “Close your eyes Jenna.”

Jenna’s eyes snapped shut, leaving her in the dark, standing naked at attention and somehow at the mercy of her best friend’s ex-girlfriend.

“Open your eyes Jenna,” Cordelia ordered. “You are doing a very good job following along so far.”

Jenna just looked at Cordelia, empowered to do nothing else. “I am just priming the pump so to speak, getting you used to doing exactly what I tell you to do. Can you resist, Jenna? Close your eyes.”

Jenna’s eyes shut once again, as she answered “No…”

“Which bedroom is yours Jenna?” Cordelia asked.

“Down the hall to the right,” Jenna answered with her eyes closed.

Cordelia nodded at her driver, who took a suitcase into the bedroom. Power tools could be heard soon thereafter. Jenna was left wondering what was happening in her room. Cordelia remained silent as the power tools left her prey in wonderment. Cordelia made her way to Jenna and slowly began running her hands along the arms and shoulders of the frozen girl.

“Open your eyes, Jenna,” Cordelia said as she stood face to face caressing the arms of the naked girl immobile before her. “Look into my eyes, Jenna, and don’t stop looking until I instruct you to, is that clear?”

“Yyess, Cordelia,” Jenna responded, as this wonderful feeling washed through her, starting at her arms.

“Jenna, what do you see as you look deeply into my eyes,” Cordelia asked, as the girl continued in her confused state.

“Evil.” Jenna said without flinching.

“I love that Jenna, you keep fighting,” Cordelia said as she took her right hand and brushed it gently along the left cheek of Jenna Roberts. “Now stay quiet and listen, you want to listen don’t you Jenna?”

“Nnnooo,” the defiant girl responded, though she wasn’t exactly sure of that standing naked and at attention and obeying whatever she was told. She was still staring into the deep dark brown eyes of Cordelia, as badly as she hoped, no, needed to look away.

“You may not want to, but you HAVE to, Jenna,” Cordelia said, her eyes never blinking. “Because I told you to, because I programmed you to…”

Cordelia continued to caress and touch Jenna, albeit in a non sexual manner despite her nakedness, and the touch from the tech CEO was causing interesting and definitive feelings of pleasure. Jenna took a deep breath to try and shake the feelings.

“What you see when you look into my eyes is power,” the tall brunette said of her deep brown eyes. “Every time you look into my eyes you see my power, and you feel powerless, isn’t that right Jenna?”

“Yyss, nnnooo,” the dirty blonde replied, confused, but definitely not feeling powerful herself in that moment.

“Jenna, tell me you are powerless,” Cordelia pushed.

“Powerless…. Nooooo….” Jenna stuttered.

“How cute, still fighting. I like that, it tests me Jenna,” Cordelia said. “Close your eyes, Jenna.”

Jenna closed her eyes, powerless to do anything else.

“Very good Jenna, I am enjoying this, but we need to move along,” Cordelia said. “Open your eyes, look into my eyes again Jenna.”

Jenna opened her eyes, and stared.

“The more you look into my eyes the more you feel that power I have over you Jenna, tell me you understand,” Cordelia instructed.

“Iiiii i unnderstandd….” Jenna responded meekly, unsure what she was exactly experiencing.

“Very good Jenna,” Cordelia said. “Now you will answer me honestly without hesitating won’t you, Jenna?”

“Yess.” Jenna replied, feeling the effects of whatever was being done to her.

“Excellent, Jenna,” Cordelia started. “Are you straight, bi, lesbian, or curious?”

“Sstrraightt…” was the reply as she still looked deeply into the powerful eyes before her.

“Very good, Jenna, do you have a boyfriend?” Cordelia continued.

“Yyyess,” the girl responded.

“Are you a virgin?” Cordelia asked.

“Nooo…” was the girl’s reply.

“Very nice Jenna, how many sexual partners?” was the new question.

“Ffivee,” was the nervous response.

“Outstanding, Jenna, are you dominant or submissive?” the questioner asked.

“Iiiii dont knowww,” Jenna answered.

“Oh don’t worry, Jenna we will figure that one out together, and I know how that will turn out,” Cordelia said with a laugh. “Now, are you interested in changing your body in any way?”

“Nnnooo,” Jenna said.

“Very nice, Jenna, Interested in tattoos or piercings?” Cordelia asked, gazing into the glassy blue eyes.

“Nnnnoooo,” the blue eyed girl replied.

“Thank you Jenna, you may close your eyes now,” Cordelia ordered.

Again her eyes snapped shut as Cordelia backed away. The idea that Jenna could not even control something as simple as closing her eyes was frightening. So was the knowledge she could not stop obeying what she was told to do by the wealthy tech innovator. Her memory was not complete, but she instinctively knew it had something to do with the VR headset. Details, the what, the how, the why were incomplete, but that was where Jenna Roberts stood. Even if she stood at attention, naked, eyes shut at the command of one woman.

“Jenna, open your eyes,” Cotdelia ordered . “Take my hand, walk to me now.”

Jenna opened her eyes, allowed them to adjust, then took the painstaking few steps she was desperate not to make to take the hand held out for her by the woman controlling her. Once there, her right hand met the left hand of Cordelia Lance, and a shudder went through the young, naked woman. A minor, pleasurable shudder, but noticeable. Her breath skipped a bit at the tiny tremor, and as she looked at Cordelia she noticed a smile, one you would see a cat make as it captured a mouse.

“Very good Jenna, you are liking the feeling I see,” Cordelia said. “Come now, Mallory has completed her work in your bedroom. It is time to start your specific programming.”

In the bedroom, there was a queen sized bed, a chair, a vanity table and a full length mirror attached to the wall, and now there was a shelf hanging next to the bed with a computer and the Virtual Reality headset she vaguely recalled sitting on the shelf. She noticed in the little walkway area two spots of dust on the floor, and as she looked up, she saw a silver u-shaped bar attached to her ceiling, with a sliver hook like device attached to the wall underneath.

“What’s wrong, Jenna, tell me what’s bothering you,” Cordelia asked.

“The shelf, the hook thing, the bar in the ceiling, the headset….. No….please…” Jenna said, as her eyes began to well up at what she saw combined with her situation.

“Oh don’t worry Jenna, you are going to love everything we do together very soon, I promise,” Cordelia began. But for now, we can’t have these little messes, why don’t you go get something to clean these floors with. Jenna, you must clean the floor here now.”

“Yyess, Cordelia,” Jenna replied. Where that came from she wasn’t sure, but instinct knew the headsets had something to do with it. As she left the bedroom to go to the hall closet to get the vacuum to clean the floor, she had a very brief, if fleeting, thought about walking out the door and getting away. Stationed at the door was Cordelia’s driver, who she realized was a woman named Mallory.

As she got to the hall closet, she opened the door, retrieved the vacuum and returned to her room.

“Very good, Jenna,” Cordelia began. “And you did exactly what I instructed you to do. Tell me, Jenna, did you have a thought of trying to leave?”

“Yyyyeeesss, Cordelia,” Jenna replied honestly.

“Yet here you are, clean this mess up now, Jenna,” Cordelia told the naked girl with the vacuum.

Jenna plugged in the vacuum, took out the hose attachment, and obeyed. From her knees she cleaned the dust left from Mallory’s handiwork, and in seconds the dust was cleared.

Jenna turned off the vacuum while still on her knees.

“You look lovely on your knees, Jenna,” Cordelia offered. “It very much suits you. Put the vacuum away and come back to me.”

Jenna looked up, and returned the hose attachment to the base, got up off her knees and returned the vacuum to the closet, looked at Mallory then returned to Cordelia in her bedroom.

“Very well done Jenna,” Cordelia praised. “You seem to be settling in to following my instructions very well. Continue to answer me honestly Jenna, and answer my question as you stand at attention.”

Cordelia strolled around Jenna, who did her best to not answer as she found herself now standing before the naked young woman under the U-shaped bar attached to her bedroom ceiling.

“What is your height, Jenna?” Cordelia asked.

“Five foot nine,” the girl replied.

“What is your weight?” was the next question.

“One hundred thirty pounds,” Jenna answered.

“What is your dress size?” Cordelia continued.

“Six or eight depending,” was the answer.

“What is your shoe size?” the CEO continued.

“Nine,” the girl replied.

“”Highest heel you have worn?” Cordelia asked.

“Three inches,” was the response.

“What is your bra size?” was next.

“Thirty four b,” the girl replied.

“Stand still, Jenna, do not move at all,” Cordelia demanded.

Jenna immediately felt her muscles tighten at the command to ensure compliance, though why she was so compliant was a mystery at the moment. The naked girl just watched as Cordelia pulled out a tailor’s tape.

“Let’s see what we have here, Jenna,” Cordelia said as she placed the tape around the chest of the tall, dirty-blonde haired, hazel eyed girl.

“Thirty-six, excellent, Jenna,” Cordelia mused as she moved the tape to the waist of the frozen girl.

“Twenty five, you may need to work out more, Jenna,” Cordelia laughed. “Now reach up and grab the bar above your head with both hands, and let your arms bear all the weight.”

Jenna reached up, grabbed the bar and let her arms bear all 130 pounds, hanging there.

“Feet and legs still now, very good Jenna. Take a deep breath in and hold it for me,” Cordelia ordered.

Jenna took a deep breath and held it as Cordelia re-measured her waist.

“Twenty-two, that is promising,” Cordelia said out loud as Jenna had a very confused look on her face. “Stand on your feet, at attention, you may let go of the bar now Jenna.”

Jenna let go of the bar and stood on her own two feet again, as she felt the tape now being moved to her hips.

“Thirty-five,” Cordelia said, punching the keyboard on her phone.

“Very good Jenna,” the owner of Lancer Technology said. “Following my instructions is becoming easier I see.”

Jenna simply stood where she was, confused and scared and unsure why she wasn’t fighting back.

“Now Jenna, let’s get you standing properly. Left foot in front of the right foot,” Cordelia said as Jenna obeyed. “Tilt your head, chin to the left, left hand on your hip, right hand shoulder height, wrist limp.”

Jenna moved as instructed to the pose.

“Oh how perfect. When I tell you to stand for me, this is the pose you will take, and you will always smile,” Cordelia ordered, as she moved behind Jenna and wrapped her hands around her waist, her mouth by the standing woman’s ear. “Your programming will be slow, and you will willingly obey everything I tell you to do. You can try to resist, I insist you try, but in the end you will comply. You have already begun.”

Jenna flinched as Cordelia moved her hands from her waist to her breasts, and slowly, methodically began to play with them.

“Oooohhhh….” Jenna moaned, from the touch.

“My touch is heaven to you, Jenna,” the CEO continued. “You will start to crave it soon enough.”

Jenna flinched as Cordelia pinched her nipples, then moved around to face the captive, who was still in her pose.

“And the more you obey me, the more you will want to obey me because of how I make you feel, Jenna,” Cordelia monologued. “And your programming will cement that.”

Cordelia pulled a tube of bright pink lipstick out of her pocket, and applied it to the posing, smiling Jenna.

“You will even begin to program yourself, in time, Jenna,” Cordelia said, as she confronted the girl in her own bedroom. “Look in my eyes, Jenna.”

Jenna looked into the eyes of her opponent, and felt a difference. A difference that was noticeable to the tech guru.

“That’s right Jenna, I feel that too,” Cordelia laughed. “Tell me how you feel, as you stare in my eyes.”

“Powerless…..” JEnna answered.

“Perfect,” Cordelia said with a laugh. “Close your eyes, Jenna.”

Jenna’s eyes slammed shut.

Cordelia leaned in and kissed Jenna full on her newly pink painted lips.

Jenna moaned as she found herself kissing back. Cordelia let the kiss linger for a while, but she needed to move things along, but not before she reached down and noticed how wet Jenna had become.

“How lovely, Jenna,” Cordelia said as she broke the kiss, and was pleasantly surprised the girl was still in her pose. “Now, open your eyes, go and open the door of your new shelf.”

Jenna padded over, opened the door and recoiled at what she saw.

“Take it out Jenna,” Cordelia ordered.

Blushing crimson, Jenna pulled out the sex toy.

“That is to help you with your transition and programming, Jenna. It is the latest in technology, it is a stim fit vibrator that is calibrated to match your VR headset,” Cordelia said to the girl. “It will become your favorite toy very soon my dear.”

Jenna held the toy like Superman holding kryptonite.

“Well, enough of the chit-chat, I do have a company to run, as fun as this has been. Go get your phone and bring it to me please Jenna,” Cordelia instructed.

Jenna took a breath and walked to the living room and found her phone on the table by the door. She picked it up and walked back to Cordelia, who was patiently standing at her bed by the new shelf her driver, Mallory had installed. The tech CEO held out her hand as Jenna entered her bedroom. Jenna handed over her phone, and realized she was still holding the vibrator in her other hand.

“What’s the code to unlock your phone, Jenna?” Cordelia asked.

“Zero, one, zero, seven, nine, eight,” Jenna answered.

“How cute, your birthday is your code,” Cordelia teased. “Not a very smart password, Jenna. I knew you weren’t much of a thinker. Fortunately you have me to help you with that.”

Jenna stood by as Cordelia unlocked her phone and did whatever she was doing with it, assuming she was putting in her phone number.

“Outstanding, Jenna. I am so pleased with how you are responding after your very first session with my headset!” Cordelia beamed. “Now, never touch your vibrator, this computer or your headset without permission. You will not harm the equipment or me at any time ever. And you will tell nobody about them, or about me being here, is that understood, Jenna? Answer me clearly now.”

“Yes Cordelia,” Jenna responded, despite the recesses of her mind screaming ‘no!’.

“Pull back the covers Jenna,” Cordelia instructed.

Jenna continued her streak of compliance and did as instructed.

“Take the vibrator and the remote control off the shelf and place them on the table next to your bed,” Cordelia ordered.

Again the naked girl, who gave her sexual history and allowed herself to be weighed and measured like cattle again followed the instructions.

“Very good Jenna. You will leave those items there unless in use, is that understood?” Cordelia asked sternly.

“Yes Cordelia,” was the reply.

“Excellent, Jenna, get in bed now,” Cordelia commanded.

Jenna slowly, but steadily got herself into the bed.

“Take the vibrator, insert it properly, use your mouth to lubricate it first,” Cordelia demanded.

Jenna, a combined look of disdain for her controller, and fear of obedience crossed her face as she took the toy and began lubricating with her mouth, the whole time looking at Cordelia. As she began to suck on the vibrator, her eyes began an almost pleading look- but to no avail as she found herself inserting the slim toy into her most intimate area.

“Well done, Jenna, I admit that will become second nature for you very soon,” Cordelia said. “Now take the headset off the hook and put it on your head, make sure it is secure and you can see the whole field in front of you.”

Jenna reached up and took hold of the headset and placed it on her head, securely adjusting the velcro straps while ensuring she saw the entire vision field in front of her. She also made sure the earbuds were securely in her ears.

“Very good, Jenna, now readjust your toy so it does not come out,” Cordelia ordered. “Take a deep breath and relax now Jenna. This is the process for whenever you are to wear the headset for programming, answer me clearly, Jenna, do you understand?”

“Yes, Cordelia,” Jenna answered clearly with little hesitation despite her best efforts.

“Good girl Jenna, the final step is for you to press the remote control so the headset can continue its work programming you,” Cordelia said as she leaned in and caressed the right cheek of the girl in bed. “This will now become second nature for you, my dear, the program will take care of that for you.”

Cordelia gave the girl a light kiss on the lips, which caused a minor tremor in the body of Jenna Roberts.

“Everyone needs incentive,” Cordelia Lance said as she looked at the helmet wearing woman as she pulled something out of her bag and placed a brand new Barbie doll still in the box on the nightstand before she turned and left.

Jenna saw the doll, clad in pink, in a pink box and a tear fell from her eye as she noticed the doll was in the same pose she was just taught.

“Jenna, thank you for being such a good girl today, now if you don’t mind, please press the remote button to continue your programming, and I will see you very soon,” Cordelia Lance said with a confident smile.

Jenna Roberts continued her own descent, and pressed the button of the remote, activating the computer and subsequently the Virtual Reality Headset that was securely on her head, placed there by her own hands.

Cordelia Lance beamed with pride as she watched the process unfold, the computer starting, then the VR headset lighting up, and finally the tell tale sign things were going perfectly- a drooling Jenna Roberts with a perfectly relaxed body indicating she was indeed absorbing her programming.

* * *

“Well done, my dear,” Cordelia Lance told her chauffeur as they left the apartment of Jenna Roberts and Olivia Beckett, where the tall pretty Jenna lay being programmed with the specially created Virtual Reality headset.

“Thank you Miss Lance,” the chauffeur, tall and muscular yet still pretty and feminine replied.

“To the office, we will check up on Miss Roberts from there,” the wealthy tech CEO replied as she set a reminder in her phone as to when the first round of programming would be completed with the roommate of her former girlfriend.

“Yes, Miss Lance.” the chauffeur said as she closed the door for her boss and owner.

On the private jet headed to Prague, the first seven ‘employees’ of Descent Travel were being programmed for their new life dedicated to their job and the brand and the owner of each, Cordelia Lance. At the front of the plane, the professional domme hired by the tech CEO watched the thralls and filed her nails as she smiled as she thought of how technology was now changing her livelihood. What used to take careful training over months and even years, could now be completed in hours.

“Ladies and Gentleman we are preparing for our final descent into Prague…” the plane’s captain said into the intercom.

Instructress audibly laughed smiled at the irony of the words, ‘final descent’, as the seven trainees were preparing to say goodbye to their old lives for good.

She was being paid well by the tech CEO to instill specific training and fetishes within the original seven, and she was looking forward to having a willing crew to teach. She placed the names with their faces, what she could see of them behind the VR units anyway, as they had their minds altered by the VR technology of Cordelia Lance. Her role and goal was to establish foundational training to meet the vision for this new venture, Descent Travel, and matching the physical being with the fetish.

That vision saw the wealthy tech CEO, with new mind controlling VR software, establish a training base for programming men and women to perform deviant sexual functions all over the world. That training base was now set in Prague, and featured each new ‘employee’ being trained in sexual fetishes and sent to those locations that featured that fetish across the globe.

The first group, currently blissfully being trained in front of the world renown Instructress on the private plane of Descent Travel, would be trained with their particular fetish, and if required, have their body changing surgeries in Prague.

The Instructress picked up the phone as it rang.

“Everything is moving along as planned, Mistress Lance,” the Instructress said.

“That’s perfect, Instructress,” Cordelia answered. “You have free reign to assign who will gain what fetish, aside from Miss Beckett and Mr. Adler.”

“Of course, Mistress Lance,” the Instructress replied.

“And we have secured the locations, I will send you details now,” Cordelia said. “And I have a special project of my own. Enjoy the training, Instructress.”

“Thank you, Mistress Lance,” the Instructress said as she hung up the phone.

WIth a flick of her finger, the Instructress found the exact locations and fetishes as sent by Cordelia.

Instructress, here are the locations as discussed:

former convent and Catholic school in Prague- training

horse and dairy farm in Canada- lactation

an abandoned tire and rubber factory in Ohio- rubber

wax museum in France- statue, wax play, bondage

Former self proclaimed ‘toy hall of fame’ in the US- replica dolls for use

An abandoned 1930’s hospital in the UK- medical

The Instructress looked at her notes, and the fetishes she was going to be teaching this first group of slaves. Rubber, lactation, bondage, in addition to sexual versatility and performance technique perfection. Their programming would also be challenged over their time in Prague, as Cordelia wanted their loyalty tested. All would be trained and become the perfect sexual performance deviants they were programmed to be. The Instructress smiled as she watched, and was preparing as they were approaching Prague for landing.

At her office, Cordelia Lance stopped and smiled when her alarm went off. That meant that the flight carrying her first 7 employees were preparing to begin their training. It was one thing to program the minds, but their bodies also needed adjusting. They will be able to complete the physical and sexual tasks that accompany the programming they are given. It was one thing to be programmed to be a cocksucker, but quite another to be great at it. All seven needed, and would get, extensive training to ensure their bodies could handle what their minds were being programmed to do.

The plane taxied its way to the only hangar at the private airport, where a nondescript white bus waited to whisk the first of Cordelia Lance’s pretty and future sex club hostesses off to the former convent where they would complete their training, mind and body.

“Collars on, ladies, and gentleman,” the dominant demanded, as she watched all seven submissives reach under their seats and take out a custom made Lance Technologies shock collar of purple, each collar having a loop at the front, then snap it shut around their necks.

The Dominant smiled as she held the remote that connected to the seven collars. The VR headsets would do their work, and the collars would ensure strict discipline should any of the women be slow to adapt.

“Ladies, you will obey me without question or hesitation,” the Dominant instructed. “You will always address me as ‘Instructress’, is that understood, slaves?”

“Yes Instructress!” the women, and Adler, said nearly in unison, save for one who was in delay.

The dominant hit the remote, activating the collar which saw the delayed responding woman writhe in pain. The dominant strode over in her boots with high heels and bent over the prone woman.

“Miss Beckett, you are expected to be the shining beacon for the others to follow, Mistress Lance has big plans for you,” the dominant said as she stood over the fallen girl. “Now get yourself up and take your punishment.”

“Yyess, Instructress,” the girl replied.

“Stand. Open your mouth,” the Dominant demanded.

Olivia Becket, ex-girlfriend of the woman who pioneered the software and VR sets used for programming, stood and weakly replied, “yes, Instructress.”

Olivia opened her mouth and allowed the dominant to place a ball gag in her mouth. A metal chain leash was attached to her collar.

“Follow, slaves,” the dominant said as she tugged the leash attached to the former girlfriend of the powerful CEO, leading the women to the bus to continue their individual training.

“Yes, Instructress,” the seven said in unison as they followed the leashed Olivia Becket.

“Welcome to Prague, slaves, training begins now…” the Instructress said with a smile.

In unison, the purple and black clad, glassy eyed group followed as they marched to their new future.