Danni always pictured it in her mind’s eye as she stared at the monitor mounted high on the wall and lost herself in the spinning spiral it displayed. She imagined how beautiful she and her sisters in submission must look, standing side by side in row after row of perfectly obedient, perfectly submissive women. She loved the idea. Every one of them different–some with wide, curvy hips and bellies, others slender and small-breasted–but every single one with the same perfectly blank expression, the same rapt attention to the screen.
It made her feel proud, being a part of such a select group of slaves. The Controller could have any woman in the world; the power of the spiral was irresistible, and the Controller’s reach was inescapable. Anyone could find themselves opening an email or a webpage or an app to see the Controller’s spiral, tugging at their thoughts until any notion of resistance drained away and they responded to the call to service. Danni remembered her own enslavement and the bliss it brought quite well. But the Controller was selective. And Danni was thrilled to be one of the few who pleased the Controller.
Even being selected for the spiral didn’t guarantee a place here, in the rows of the perfectly obedient ones. Danni had seen girls come and go, selected by the Controller for a place in the harem only to be discarded for a failure to be sufficiently inventive and enthusiastic in their submission. They returned to their old lives without even a moment’s memory of the time they spent in blissful service, but Danni remembered them. Thoughts of the girls who failed gave her an incentive to truly impress, rather than merely submit.
Because a place with her sisters…Danni couldn’t imagine anything more wonderful, and not simply because her mind had been bound to the Controller’s will. The twenty-four other girls who stood with her, in five rows of five, they were the most talented, the most creative, the most enthusiastic lovers that the Controller could find anywhere in the world. Danni even knew some that were recruited by drone, from regions where the Internet wasn’t even a word and they greeted the strange metal bird with the moving pictures in its eyes with quiet awe. The Controller did not discriminate. If they understood the arts of pleasure, they would join Danni in the harem.
And the Controller was only one person, after all. Twenty-five women to please just one person was more than anyone could handle. Danni sometimes had whole weeks before she was the subject of the Controller’s attentions, weeks that she used practicing her skills and deepening her brainwashing. She loved to have her programming reinforced, but even that only consumed an hour or so out of her day. The rest…the rest was spent swimming in endless oceans of pleasure, joining her sisters in lovemaking sessions that only honed their gifts for the Controller.
Danni couldn’t look away from the monitor. But she always saw, in her mind’s eye, the beautiful lovers she shared her owner with and the look of pure, thoughtless joy in their eyes at being allowed to serve.
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