The operation had been...

She didn’t remember, honestly. On Tuesday, she was her old physique – well, toned a little better, a little more carefully shaped, after the three months Master had had her dedicate to her new workout regime.

Tuesday night she came home and watched her first video again. She cooked dinner, watched the video again, and logged into her usual IM account.

Diana was online; so was Ellen. She opened up a window for Diana and typed Hello DeeDee almost at once. The reply came back moments later: I wait in trance, Mistress.

Ellen messaged her not long afterward. Lisa chit-chatted for a while, letting Ellen give vent to the stresses of the working day. This phase of conversation had, over the past month, become longer and longer; Ellen seemed to be growing progressively more swamped with frustration as the days went on, almost at the same rate Lisa’s submission to Master had made her work no longer worry her.

(A fact, incidentally, which had made her at least twice as effective in her work as she had been beforehand. Sometimes it simply took a calm pair of eyes to see the fix that more dedicated, but more worried, minds would not catch. The Friday before, this success had led to an offer of a raise. Master had yet to tell her how to respond.)

Still, it was important that Ellen have a chance to de-stress. Lisa knew that, and there was a part of her which was... happy? Proud? Not quite either, but certainly that was close enough. At any rate, she felt that way when she considered the fact Ellen had chosen her as a confidante.

And she had DeeDee’s wonderful, pliable mind to distract her in the other tab; it let Lisa keep the stress and the worry from affecting her.

(It, and Master’s wish that his slaves not be stressed.)

There was something about all this that seemed right; something in the two tabs. Yin and yang; stress and perfect peace.

***

That was Tuesday night. At midnight on the dot, her head hit the pillow; she heard a memory of her Master’s whisper, as she always did, and she slept immediately, deeply, and peacefully.

The next moment for which she was conscious, she knew instinctively that it was seven-thirty, Thursday morning.

It took a few moments longer for her to work out why she was missing Wednesday; it took precisely as long as it took for her to sit up. The weight on her chest was unfamiliar; it sat on her in a way she wasn’t used to, either.

Fleetingly Lisa intended to call her office, to tell them she was going to be away for the rest of the week; then – and only then – a memory surfaced.

Lisa could remember, now, booking a consultation with the surgeon; agreeing with him on her new size – a size that, combined with her similar features, identically-coloured hair, and exercise-sculpted body, made her almost the double of her favourite hypnofetish star, Jasmine. She remembered, too, spending the last of her stored holiday time on the day of the operation and a while afterward; recuperation time set aside. There was no need to call in for work on a day they weren’t expecting her.

Lisa settled back down under the covers and smiled. The weeks between booking surgery and the big day itself would have worried her so badly. They would have...

Well, Master wished his slaves not be stressed.

(Usually)

***

There was something about all this that seemed right; something in the two tabs. Yin and yang; stress and perfect peace.

Lisa’s Wednesday was locked away. Someone else – someone with no mind, as well as no remaining will of their own – who simply happened to be able to pilot Lisa’s body – had borne the brunt of the worry, had existed simply so that Lisa wouldn’t have to.

Her Thursday was a lot more enjoyable. She lay in bed for a while luxuriating in simple knowledge – there was now almost nothing keeping her from meeting her Master, face to face, for the first time. Nothing but time; all the difficulties were over.

Rising at last, she went to the wardrobe, flung the door open, and took the time to examine herself in the door’s mirror.

The scars were visible, yes, but she felt confident they would soon fade; the precision and smooth lines of blade were a testament to the skill of the surgeon. So, too, was her body now... Mouthwatering. Lisa almost purred with satisfaction.

In place of testing her new body’s sensitivity – something which, she suspected, she had the willpower to refrain from due entirely to Master’s influence – before it had healed, Lisa booted up her computer, hoping for distraction. There was little, that morning; what there was, however, sent her into an explosion of joy.

In her mailbox was a link from the site; the latest download link in her subscription. Thursday being far from the regular day in the “official” deal her subscription money had gone to, she knew this had to be related to her latest changes.

That being the case, there was no chance whatsoever that she wouldn’t immediately download it and watch it. Boob Tube had every indication it might be another round of programming for her subconscious to accept while her conscious mind embraced it.

***

It wasn’t; but once she’d watched it, she wasn’t sure whether this was good or bad. Boob Tube showed their mutual friend and fellow slave, the former reporter Joanna Lawford, standing in front of the camera in front of... No, it wasn’t an open window onto the sunlit garden behind her... she was standing on display in the garden, nude. Her body was more luscious, now, than the first time Lisa had seen her, going under in the wonderful options.mpeg, becoming a demonstration to all Master’s slaves of just what their options would turn out to be.

And it was easy to see why; Master’s voice, offscreen, said “Puppet.” Just as Joanna, her expression blank, empty, almost robotic, let her arms raise, spread apart, elbows bent, wrists limp, as if the limbs were being held up by invisible strings, Lisa found herself doing the same, responding to the command simply because it was in Master’s voice and there was no reason not to; she could still watch.

Joanna’s expression thrilled her, too, just as Diana’s did whenever DeeDee’s trigger was used. That empty void... not even an emptiness waiting to be filled. An emptiness, a blank drone mind that would never be filled, that simply did not need to be filled for its purpose to be carried out.

Even without that same emptiness, Lisa could feel a kinship with the reporter, a sisterhood. Both of them would respond instantly to their Master’s words, and while their motivations for doing so were different, the underlying reason was the same.

At the present moment, however, watching that video, the kinship felt even stronger, for one very good reason.

Though Joanna’s hair, build, and skin colour were different, posed the same way and in that video,  Lisa was struck by a genuine sense she was, in effect, looking into a mirror.

Holding that pose, Joanna’s enhanced bustline was on full display... and so were the new, unfaded scars. Master had made a video to commemorate his new slave’s new look... and, no doubt, to use Joanna once again as an example for the slaves he’d known, even then, would come to him afterward.

“Cum,” Master commanded. Joanna’s face remained utterly still and empty; but Lisa, who knew now that she served because she wished whatever Master had determined she should wish, was under no such compulsion. Her arms still hanging in the air like a marionette, the rest of her body bucked with the orgasmic response she was slowly learning to recognise as a strength unattainable except through hypnotic compulsion – when instead of impossible, it was guaranteed.

***

After recovering... after finally being permitted to let her hands down... Lisa knew what she had to do. Joanna was Master’s example, as made perfect sense – Joanna was a blank slate now, an emptiness that existed purely as submissive flesh. Something supposedly beyond hypnosis to achieve... Lisa wondered about that, but not too much. Whenever she did, she found herself asking whether Master had coaxed her into admission of latent bisexuality, or whether... well, whether something else had happened. She could go under, just seeing his eyes... just seeing his eyes digitized.

It was simpler, more comfortable, to ascribe his implausible achievements to just being very good, very persistent, and having used his hypnofetish-video route to find the women most willing to be programmed in the ways he wanted. Even that didn’t quite explain Joanna, but it would always be easier to not let herself think about that.

Still, Joanna was Master’s example. And that, at a time like this, meant that she knew exactly what the clip meant.

Opening up her webcam’s software suite, she stood before the screen, naked, and cued the program to start recording. A moment later she set the clip she’d received to playing, too, and then she stood back.

Master’s orders came again as the camera captured her reactions.

“Puppet.

“Cum.”

***

After lunch she’d fully recovered. She settled down before the computer again, reviewing the footage of her own demonstration, and as she shivered in orgasm a third time, Lisa was confident that the video would satisfy her Master.

She sent it on its way and settled back for a moment, smiling – whether or not she’d been at work today, she’d certainly accomplished something worth doing – before signing in to her IM again.

Diana was waiting for her online. Even before she could ponder the impulse to trigger her, Diana had a message under way.

Happy boobday!

Lisa stared at it for a moment in total confusion, then burst out laughing.

Laughter was, however, only part of her reaction; not even the most important part. It was just the part she could handle.

Diana didn’t speak to Master. DeeDee didn’t even speak to Master – except for that one shining moment, when Lisa had received her collar. The only way Diana could have known, outside her trance, that Lisa had received her implants the previous day was for Lisa to have told her. And Lisa... hadn’t known.

Except that, deep down, she had. And Master had wanted Diana to know, without Lisa ever learning. So, without ever knowing the information consciously, she had told Diana.

Even as, tentatively, Lisa typed a thank you, even as she began an exchange of pleasantries, she was asking herself what might be going on.in Master’s mind, what his plans were.

She started to consider Diana’s place in Master’s hierarchy. It wasn’t a subject there’d been any reason for her to think about before... but that was her mistake, or Master’s will. Either way, if she could think about it now, it was no longer wrong to do so.

***

And Master was at the centre of all things, dating back as far as... well, at least as far back as the second video; at least as far back as Kim becoming Kimba.

And Kim had not been entranced by her Master; she’d been entranced by one of her Master’s followers.

After watching that movie, Lisa had bought her red gemstone necklace – the nearest match she could find for the pendant Kim surrendered to, the pendant Kimba wore.

Diana had surrendered to that pendant; when Master judged Lisa ready for her collar, DeeDee had been given the pendant to wear. Diana had been Lisa’s first confirmation of her desire for other women, her first hypnotic subject (only hypnotic subject... why had she thought first?) and so much else... and all of that was down to Master’s commands. It had to be.

***

Set aside Master as being capable of hypnotic effects considered impossible. If he wasn’t, he had to be something else.

He’d found his first slave, she believed, in Jasmine; added others swiftly. Then he’d come to the attention of the crusading Joanna Lawford, and by the time she and her camerawoman left his house, they were his, devoted.

Realising the danger that he’d face if someone less susceptible than Joanna caught on, he then changed his methods entirely. Jasmine had been in porn for some time before Joanna came into Master’s life; perhaps he’d chosen that for her. Perhaps she’d been active, and he’d set his sights on her.

The more she thought about that theory, the more it seemed plausible; Lisa knew some stars offered ‘private performances’ that were far more hands-on than most. Perhaps he’d seen something in her performances... something that told him she’d submit.

But that was probably what made Master send his girls into porn... the money was just a bonus; the true benefit was in finding the susceptible minds.

Like her. And she’d found Diana.

And if that were the case, the way she’d snared Diana was dictated by him.

Master clearly understood how to take root in others’ minds; more than that, he understood how to do it in a way they didn’t mind. Maybe even a way they welcomed.

So as she bound DeeDee to her and to Master, Master bound she and Diana together... making their relationship stronger, more trusting, taking any avenue to create real love between the fellow slaves.

Real love ensuring that, when the time came, Lisa could tug a single string, and DeeDee and Diana would both respond; a happy puppet, with no worries, regrets... or real resistance.

***

The afternoon wore on, the working day came to an end, and maybe half an hour later Ellen popped online. Without really thinking about it, Lisa messaged her, too.

Ellen’s frustrations with work were just growing. They’d been getting worse and worse over the time the two had been chatting online – the past three months; starting, now she came to think of it, after the two had bonded – over the ‘boyfriend’ Lisa could never safely tell Ellen about.

Lisa wondered if Ellen had anyone else to vent with; whether her sympathetic ear was enough. Maybe there was a partner there, in a shared apartment, thanking their lucky stars these days that Ellen seemed to have some other shoulder to scream into.

It was unlikely, but it did stay within the bounds of possibility; with Ellen so trapped in pent up frustration, after all, talk seldom turned to her home life. It was only recently that Lisa had realised she still knew virtually nothing about her colleague.

DeeDee and Ellen were very different conversations, but that was the fun, and Lisa had been managing the balancing act at that point for nearly three months.

You’re going to help me brainwash you, she typed with a smile.

I’m going to help you brainwash me, came the reply, almost instantaneously.

She came, as she did every time DeeDee responded that way, and clicked across to see what Ellen was saying.

Ellen... was DeeDee.

Which meant she was in the middle of brainwashing Ellen...