Veronica crawled into the limo at the command of the most intimidating of the Porter siblings. She didn’t understand why she felt so compelled to obey this woman. The line between excitement and fear was quickly blurring, but something else she couldn’t place was at play. Veronica would attempt to sit down but Miss Porter just shook her head and said “no” with a slow and condescending delivery. She then pointed down towards her designer heels, silently commanding Veronica to kneel. Veronica’s eyes went wide as she felt tears come, a voice in the back of her mind screaming at her to resist, and yet the excitement of obeying this woman without question stomped her will into submission. She would not only kneel, but she would feel compelled to bow down, kissing Miss Porter’s designer heels. Miss Porter’s face twisted into a victorious grin as she attempted go maintain a maniacal laugh. “That’s right, slave girl. You show me gratitude for all I’ve done for you tonight. All this time and those triggers have continued to hold up, but you usually put up more resistance.” 

Veronica’s inner self, desperate to cling to freedom and the persona she’d put on when walking into the restaurant seemed to pull itself together, and she would attempt to resist. Those words, “slave girl,” triggered memories of being tortured by a laughing Miss Porter again. The laugh felt like the crack of a whip reminding her to respect Miss Porter’s authority, but she knew that she only had one chance. She had to escape. She had to resist. She made an attempt to rise and would begin to speak with a defiant tone. “Triggers? Listen, Evelyn, I-“

Immediately she was interrupted with a powerful, backhanded slap across the face. “I did not permit you to speak. I did not tell you that you could stop bowing to me or that you were permitted to look me in the eyes. That tongue is for cleaning my shoes until I permit you to speak. Start. Now.”

Veronica felt tears streaming down her face as she lowered herself once more. She hated that she felt controlled by this woman’s words, she hated that she felt like a peasant bowing to a Queen, she hated that she feared her power, she hated that Miss Porter knew something about all of this that she didn’t, but most of all she hated that she loved it. Not only was she the most turned on she’d been in her life, but she a rush of emotional pleasure akin to validation when she was disciplined. There was a type of freedom in letting go at dinner. A freedom in not needing to think or concern herself with anything but following someone else’s lead. Maybe she deserved to be put in her place. Miss Porter had not steered her wrong all night. She had not ever steered Veronica wrong. Who was she to question anything her superior told her to do? She began to lick Miss Porter’s shoes clean, feeling her cold gaze piercing through her as she apologized for her behavior through quiet submission. A silent “thank you” for a much needed correction. Veronica couldn’t believe what was happening to her. It was humiliating, and she knew what this meant long term, but she did not have the strength or discipline to resist the rush. 

After what felt like five minutes her body seemed to stop on command with a “That’s clean enough.” Miss Porter’s voice was stern and authoritative, but began to soften just enough to make Veronica’s heart flutter. As she continued. ”You really don’t remember do you? That’s adorable. Don’t you worry that tiny. little. brain.” she said, with a single head pat accompanying each word before reaching down to Veronica’s chin and tilting her head upwards to meet her gaze. “I’ll clarify a few things for you. Back up to your knees, slave.”

Miss Porter’s dark brown eyes were so vibrant and beautiful, unlike Veronica’s own, which she believed were dull in spite of being the same color. She couldn’t help but stare into them, her jaw slacking and her mind shrinking with those three words. Tiny. Little. Brain. The line between excitement and fear was gone. Now she was in awe of the mere presence of Miss Porter. She was power. She was authority. She was rule. She was to be respected. She was to be obeyed.

”Here’s what’s going to happen. I see the way you look at my brother. I see the way you’ve always looked at my brother. You’ve always simped for him, you’ve always followed him around like a trained puppy, you’ve always been at his beck and call, you’ve always done anything he said, and you’ve always stepped out of the way for superior women like Sabrina. Face it, girl, why do you think you’re unable to find a stable career path?”

Veronica knew what Miss Porter was saying, but she was afraid to admit it. If she did then it was certain to seal her fate. She would be remolded and remade into a simple tool. That should have scared her more, but any leftover resistance was quickly fading as she stared into her beautiful eyes. “I… I am…”

Evelyn gave another laugh and continued “do you know what a cuckquean is? That’s what you are. You’re my brother’s loyal little simp cuck. You’ve been at his side your entire life, in love with him, but rather than be an equal partner to the only man for you? You serve him. You even serve the women he actually grants the attention you crave, all with a smile on your face, eager to please him. You just never wanted to admit it. Say it, girl. Tell me what you are. Tell me you’re a just a dumb simp, a cuckquean, and that you want nothing more in life than being his favorite slave.”

Veronica’s heart raced, her mind spun, and she felt her face turn red when she realized she was only getting more turned on than she already had been. A part of her still wanted to resist but inner self’s resolve was breaking. Rather than futile screams of defiance it would now cry and beg for that fleeting dream of finally being an equal to Elias, someone who could actually love her romantically as a real partner, but she knew better. She knew that her place in the world was beneath her best friend, and not in the way she thought she wanted to be. Sabrina was hotter. Sabrina was smarter. Sabrina was superior in every way. It would be an honor to help her get ready for their romantic evenings together. Sabrina made Elias happy as a wife, so it made sense that this was Veronica’s place.

        “Say it. Now.” Miss Porter commanded.

”I am. I am a dumb simp. I am. I-“ Veronica was struggling to speak.

“go on.” Miss Porter slightly raised her foot, as if she were ready to kick Veronica for any further disobedience. 

”I am a cuckquean. I want to be his favorite slave.” Veronica was shaking, her tears fell as she begged. “I am not his equal, and his wife is superior to me in every way. Please train me. Please. I must serve. I must please.”

”good girl. What do we say?”

Veronica complied. “Thank you.”

”thank you, what?”

”thank you for correcting me, Miss Porter.”

Miss Porter smiled, and her tone softened once more. Still Authoritative and strong, but she could now focus on guidance rather than discipline. “Close enough for now, but you’re going to need to get used to far more proper titles soon. It seems you’ve accepted deep down that you’ve never actually been free. You’ve always been at his side ready to do anything he said. So that makes you more like property doesn’t it? You’ve always done anything for your future Master, haven’t you? He even took charge of you like a responsible Master when you were no longer able to survive on your own. What a responsible Master he is. You even obeyed his command to look for a job, but have you taken it seriously? It’s only been a day or so but we both know the answer to that. Eventually you’ll have to work to earn your keep. Helping around the house is inevitable. So, if you’re just a piece of property, and I’m taking control of you for now then it makes me your Mistress doesn’t it? At least while I train you for him.”

Veronica gasped “yes Mistress. I am your slave.” Her inner self would cry and beg for her to stop, but she could not form these thoughts or feelings into anything that would drive an action. Memories of mother terrified she would end up a glorified slave to the Porter family would twist her stomach into knots, and yet she was more concerned with disappointing Elias. She had always felt like a disappointment to her family anyway. She could handle that. Her siblings were off building their own success. Her older brother had become a software developer, and was married to a news reporter. Her younger sister would soon be chasing her Masters degree in, “what was her degree in again?” Veronica thought to herself, but she couldn’t even recall her sister’s name. “Masters” was where her mind stopped, and her future Master was the only one she didn’t want to disappoint. Her other friends and family likely wouldn’t be surprised anyway. She could handle that. She wouldn’t know what to do with herself if she disappointed her future Master. 

“Just. Like. That. Good girl. Focus on my eyes. You don’t need to think. Just do as I say. I will do the thinking for you. As I did back when you washed my car collection, and when you served me for your 21st birthday.”

Veronica’s brain felt like a computer showing an error message at any further attempt to think for herself. In a way she was still present, but couldn’t piece together what Miss Porter was referring to. She’d only washed cars and served a few drinks. That and she had been humiliated when begging to be paid as agreed. 

“It’s so adorable that you don’t remember. I’m surprised I was already that good at this back then. I’d expect some memories to formulate by now, but it seems I’ve always successfully controlled what you get to remember. Let’s do a count down, shall we? Let any remaining stress or anxiety melt away as we approach zero. Zero stress. Zero thoughts. Zero anxiety. Zero will. Ten. Nine.”

While Miss Porter continued her countdown Veronica struggled to piece her thoughts together as they dissolved into an unintelligible mess which felt more like a low droning hum than anything. Mistress’s words, however, were powerful enough to cut through. Her inner self, once struggling to break into freedom, would give in now. She imagined her inner self bowing down to a Miss Porter dressed like some sort of Queen. An absolute Monarch, surrounded by a society of mindlessly obedient subjects. Was it her own imagination, or was it another thing Miss Porter implanted? It didn’t matter anymore. There was no sense in asking questions. She was ensnared. Enthralled. Enslaved. 

“You initially took my offer to wash my car collection. I know you remember that quite vividly. You’d taken an entire week off for your 21st birthday, and you wanted money to celebrate. You would have had your own money if you’d taken my brother up on that digital asset exchange app he built. You turning it down because you believed you’d drag his project down somehow, stepping out of the way so he could take a bigger cut of the profits it while you made nothing, that was so disappointing to me. He was disappointed as well. He wanted to lift you up with him, and he’d seen potential in you. You’d actually given him a great idea on how to go about marketing it.”

Veronica’s heart sank. Disappointing. She’d disappointed her superiors. She’d disappointed her future Master. She had only wanted to please him and contribute to his success. All the more reason to obey in the future rather than think for herself. Her future Master had tried to steer her in the right direction and this was where thinking instead of doing got her.

”You had an opportunity to make enough that you’d never have to work again, at least had you invested the profits properly, which I would have helped you with. It would have impressed me enough that maybe the story I told to back you up in the restaurant would have held more truth. Maybe you’d be managing accounts with Caroline, and don’t worry, you will be seeing more of her throughout your training. Instead, in that moment of opportunity, you chose to serve by not being a burden. Tell me, girl, what path did you choose?” 

“Servitude. Giving my future Master ideas to contribute to his success and then stepping out of the way.” Veronica whispered.

”That’s right. Then, rather than assert yourself when I made a joke about not paying you for washing my cars, I had the pleasure of watching you drop to your knees and beg. That was the final sign I needed. Servitude is your natural state.”

”Natural.” Veronica repeated.

”I’m telling you all of this because I want you to remember. At least for now. It’s going to solidify it in your subconscious, and that will help me bring out the best in you. You see, Veronica, this world has been so cruel to you. It places so many expectations on you that people like you aren’t suited for. It’s clear that freedom is a burden for you. Thinking is painful. You have no ambition, save for making my brother’s life better than it already is. You’re doomed to fail if you try to be anything more than what you’re meant to be. You can’t continue like this, and I can’t allow it. You don’t deserve to be on the streets, fighting for half eaten meals out of trash cans and wondering where your life went wrong, but that’s what’s going to happen if you keep trying to be something you’re not. I can make sure you never have to worry about that. I can free you from the burden of choice.” Miss Porter smiled. 

Veronica felt warm inside. She had assumed Miss Porter never liked her, but now she realized how far that was from the truth. Why would Miss Porter do this for her if she didn’t like her? She must have had to treat her the way she did at times, because Veronica was unfit to make her own choices, and when she forgot her place she needed to be reminded. Veronica wanted to be a loyal slave, she was suited for it, but she knew her inferiority included her intelligence. It made sense that she’d forget her place at times and need correction. She just needed to trust in her superiors. 

”You see, girl, you were so exhausted after washing my cars and fetching my drinks all day. The drinks weren’t even part of the deal but you’re just so easy to control” Miss Porter laughed. “I told you that you could stay. You said you didn’t want to be a mooch, as if my home isn’t massive and filled with servants catering to my every whim, as if you’d ever be a burden. So, I said I could have you do something. Anything. You were so. Very. Sleepy.”

Veronica’s trance deepened, with memories of her time under Miss Porter’s boot surfacing.

”You were up at 5:30a.m. and in uniform, serving me breakfast at 6:30a.m. just as I commanded of you. All in exchange for not feeling like a mooch. At first I wasn’t sure about the uniform, but if I was going to put you to work I couldn’t have you standing out from the other maids. Plus, it just looks so good on you, Veronica. I know that you have yet to truly realize how well suits you, but when you’re wearing one there’s just something different about you. You seem like you’re finally comfortable with yourself, confident in your abilities while correctly remaining humble and thankful for the opportunity to serve. That’s when you’re at your most beautiful, inside and out, as you strive for perfection in both appearance and behavior in order to best honor and represent those you serve. Brianna is the same way. This will stick with you. Not as a conscious memory, but as common sense when the time comes. When you begin to help my brother’s maids around his home, it will feel right to wear the same uniform, won’t it?”

”yes. Mistress.” Veronica said in a monotone voice as she continued to fall.

”Good girl. I worked you so hard all day that you were so. very. sleepy. again. New maids always get it the hardest in my home. It builds character. So I helped you sleep by testing some hypnosis on you, but of course, this meant for the rest of that time off you’d taken you became my fully reprogrammed servant. My slave.”

Veronica remembered now. At the time she wondered if Mistress was ever going to let her go. She’d been easily enslaved, because servitude was natural to her, and was just another maid. That was her birthday gift, and in hindsight, perhaps it was the most important one she’d ever received.

”I was tempted to keep you. I’ve actually had you come back a few times but I never let you remember. However, it seems part of you does. You’re like a sleeper agent.” Miss Porter was clearly amused.

Veronica, deep down, knew it to be true. She didn’t remember. It was as if her memories were wiped each time, but her programming stuck. She had been guided towards an inevitable lifetime of servitude, and once it began there was nothing she ever could have done to stop it. Sometimes she was allowed to believe she was free, but she was enslaved, and it didn’t matter if the her from before that defining moment of kneeling before Miss Porter wanted it or it. She couldn’t even remember if she did, but she did now, even if she’d been brainwashed to. 

“You may have noticed that you always have just enough money to survive. It’s because I make sure of it. You poor thing, you can’t even grasp that you never really made enough money, even with roommates. Even to afford living in the cheapest, nastiest apartment buildings. I could continue to do that for you but I have to be a responsible Owner. I have to do what’s actually best for you. You can’t be on your own anymore. Your future is serving the Porter family, and my brother specifically. That’s always been your future. You live to serve us. Let this truth be an anchor dragging you deeper into a sea of acceptance, submission, obedience, servitude.”

”I. Live. To. Serve. The. Porter. Family.” Veronica declared with each word drawn out slow and monotone. Compliance felt automatic now. There were no more thoughts, no more feelings, nothing but obedience. 

“Good slave. You’ll remember the dinner, but you will not remember this car ride and you will not remember our private conversation at dinner. All you and I did was catch up. We went over a bump on the ride back, and that bruise from my slap is from you falling. You were knocked out, and I’ve been taking care of you since. Your instinct to obey me will remain intact. You will be suggestible to Elias and Sabrina. Nothing has changed, you could say, but these feelings will be more intense. You will know subconsciously that I am currently your Mistress, but you won’t be able to say or think it until I permit it again. You will begin to slowly realize that you are meant to serve. That as your future Master said, you will always be with this family, and eventually you will be his most loyal and obedient slave just like you want to be. Let that word sink in. Slave. It’s what you want, that’s how much you’ve always loved him, and while you can’t be with him due to your status and your inability to rise to become his equal you can express your love through unquestioning obedience and unquestioning loyalty. I could just give you to him like this, but I like this better. It’s more satisfying in this specific case. It’s far cuter this way.”

Veronica moaned as the pleasure set in. It wasn’t just sexual, but a deep emotional pleasure flowed through her entire being.

”You will spend the rest of the week looking for a job. You will not find one. If you even manage to get an offer with your horrible resume you will not accept it. You will not want to feel like a mooch, and so you will begin trying to help the maids to earn your keep starting next week. You won’t have to offer to wear one of their uniforms. That part will take care of itself when you try to help them. Giving up on your job search is inevitable, and will come after you’ve begun to spend more time helping clean the home of your future Master than you do even bothering with your job search. You won’t consciously give up your search, but you will lose sight of it in favor of a building desire for servitude. Eventually it won’t be able to be contained in just your subconscious, and it will consume you entirely. Everything we discussed is to sink into the very core of your being. All of it will be in your subconscious. The dinner, aside from the parts I told you to forget, will remain in your conscious memories. All other conscious memories of tonight? Wax them away, just like you do when I have you wax my cars. Confirm command.”

”yes. Mistress.” Veronica’s tone was slow and monotone, almost robotic as she gave a pause between every syllable. The commands sunk in like programming, flowing into her brain and into her nerves like lines of code. 

“Wax. Wax. Wax. Wax. Waxing away memories. Repeat. Keep repeating and play with yourself. You will experience the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, and only then will the trance end. Enjoy it, because it’s one of the last times you’ll be allowed to have one. In fact, I no longer permit you to until my plan comes to fruition. Tonight I also want you to dream, in the dream you will relive the week of your twenty first birthday, but when you wake the memories of the dream will fade before you can tell anyone. Confirm.” She commanded. 

”yes Mistress. your slave will relive the moment of her subjugation.” Veronica said as she slipped one of her hands between her legs. Her movements were mechanical and precise, like Brianna, like a machine, as she continued to gaze into her Mistress’s eyes. Then, in that same robotic monotone voice she began to repeat: “Wax. Wax. Wax. Wax. Waxing away memories.”