"Is she the last one for today?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Bring me her file."



"Here it is, Mistress."



"Hm. Pretty standard. Right. Right. Yes. Hm. Oh...interesting."



So, which am I, standard or interesting? Jeez, what's wrong with me? Why do I care how they label me? I'm kidnapped, brought to this weird sci-fi lab, not told what the hell is going on, pondering my fate while I watch a bizarre BDSM interaction between a domme scientist and her sub lab assistant, who's made to walk around barefoot. Though, honestly, it's a good look for her. The French pedicure goes nicely with her lab coat. Jeez! Focus! Who are these people? Where have they brought me? Why do they have a file on me? What are they going to do to me?



"It looks as though I have a lot more I can work with here than I first thought. And with her being the last one, I can take my time and explore all the options. Prep her and let me know when she's ready."



"Yes, Mistress."



Prep me? For what?



"Get up. Follow me. In here. Sit down in that chair. Now."



Okay, okay, I'm going. Jeez, how fast do you expect me to move with my wrists and ankles shackled? And by the way, can you remove the gag? Cotton isn't exactly my favorite flavor. No, of course you can't. Holy crap, is this a bondage chair? I wasn't wrong about this being a BDSM operation. But what does that mean for me? At least the chair is comfortable. I always wondered if one would be. And, finally, the chains are off. Thank you! But not the gag? Nope, no such luck.



"Put your arms there and your legs there."



Whoa! Automated restraints! High-tech. Kind of cool actually. I mean, it would be cool if this weren't me being locked into a chair for evil-scary-villainous-unknown purposes, and if I was into this kind of thing, which I'm not at all. Hey, wait, what are you doing? Why are you taking my boots off? Stop it! My socks, too? Come on! What's with all the bare feet? Jeez, I'm glad I've been taking care of mine if they're going to be on display. Not that I can compete with a professional French pedicure, but still, they look pretty good. What am I thinking? Who cares how my feet look, or hers, or anyone's? I need to figure out how to get out of here!



"She is ready, Mistress."



"All right. The goal this time is to use as low a setting as possible and still achieve maximum results. All previous subjects required a level three wash for lasting effects--"



What the hell is a 'level three wash?' And what were the lasting effects?



"--but I think we can achieve similar results with a level two soak, or even a level one rinse--"



Wash? Soak? Rinse? Am I getting a bath? Well, they did take off my shoes. Jeez, I hope my clothes aren't next!



"--provided we exploit her desires."



My desires? What the hell do you know about my desires? My only desire right now is to get the hell out of here!



"We'll begin with her bondage fetish."



My what? I don't have a bondage fetish! Give me a break! Yeah, I thought the auto-restraints on this chair were neat. But it doesn't mean I like being bound by them. My heavy breathing, fast heartbeat, and warm flushed feeling are from being scared. I'm scared! I'm not turned on! Bondage fetish? Uh-uh!

"Bring in six of the previous subjects."



"Yes, Mistress. I've signaled them. Here they are."



Previous subjects, huh? They're all women. Different ages, different ethnicities. All attractive. All barefoot--not really a surprise on that one. They look...weird. Half asleep and totally out of it.



"All of you, walk over to that woman. You two, hold down her arms. You two, her legs. You two, go behind her and hold her body in place."

Huh? Why is she having them do that? I'm already bound. I can't get up and can barely move. Jeez, for being so zonked, they're strong. Really strong. Tight grips. Oh, man, in other circumstances this could be fun and kinky. Totally! But no, not here, not now. This is scary! I must be really, really scared because I feel even warmer now, I'm breathing heavier, and my pulse is racing. Yeah, I must be terrified!



"Open the restraints."



"Yes, Mistress. They are open."



They sure are, but these ladies are holding me fast. I still can't move. This would actually be very cool...if it wasn't so crazy, weird, and scary, which it totally is. Not cool or exciting at all!



"Subject is clearly aroused, Mistress. Bondage fetish exploited."



What? No! I don't have a...oh, whatever.



"We'll now move on to her foot fetish."



Hey, lady, I don't have a foot fetish! Jeez, so I noticed Ms. Sexy Sub Lab Assistant's pedicure, so what? And yeah, I don't mind getting a foot rub now and again. And being tickled can be fun or even arousing, but just sometimes. And who wouldn't want a sexy woman worshiping her feet? That just goes without saying. And if she's going to do it for me, of course I'd do it for her, too. Hell, I could imagine that with Ms. Sexy Sub Lab Assistant, I mean, if she wasn't my captor who was about to perform some insane experiment on me against my will, and all that. But it's not like I fantasize about any of those things. No way! I'm just not against them or anything. Me, have a foot fetish? Please!



"You two, at her legs. Continue to hold them, but begin following your foot programming."



'Foot programming?' What the hell is that? Wait a minute...half asleep...level three wash...doing whatever they're told...are these women drugged?  Maybe. Hypnotized? Probably. Hypnotized and brainwashed into being obedient slaves to this crazy domme scientist? I think so! Which means...that's what she's going to do to me! No way! Not going to happen! I can't be hypnotized! I won't be brainwashed! I won't be--what? What are you doing to my foot? Stop that! Oh. Ooh. That feels good. So good! Wait, what are you doing to my other foot? Put it down! Don't put my toes in your mouth! You can't--oh! Ooh! That feels amazing! Don't stop! No, wait, jeez, stop! You have to stop!



"Subject is in a state of arousal, Mistress. All signs indicate heightened pleasure response. Bondage and foot fetishes appropriately engaged and exploited."



No, no, no! I'm not aroused! I'm not enjoying this! I'm not--ooh...ooohh...mmmmmmm!



"Good. Begin induction sequence for a level one rinse."



"Yes, Mistress. Sequence initiated."



No, don't! Stop the sequence! Stop the foot massage! Stop the foot worship! Let me go! You stupid, crazy, brainwashed slaves, stop making me feel so good! Wait, what's that? What just lowered over my head? Those lights...that buzzing...it tickles...it's making me dizzy...stop it! Please! Stop massaging my foot! Stop worshiping my other foot! Stop...stop...st-stop...st-st-stop...p-please...p-please...don't stop! Don't stop! It's so good! I want more! Please! I need more! I'll do anything you want! Anything you say! Just, jeez oh jeez, don't stop!



"Subject offers no resistance to the induction, Mistress. She is rapidly succumbing and will soon be ready to accept her mental programming."



"Remove her gag."



"Yes, Mistress."



"Please don't stop...I'll do anything you say...just, please, don't stop..."



"You will obey me."



"I...I will obey you.



"You will serve me as my slave."



"I will serve you as your slave."



"Her progress is excellent. Exploitation of her desires has had the intended effect. Continue her conditioning. See if you can brainwash her as thoroughly as the other six without going up to a higher level. Either way, record the results and present them to me upon completion."



"Yes, Mistress...Listen carefully: You will obey her. You will serve her as her slave. Say it."



"I will obey her...I will serve her as her slave."



"Again. And again. And again."



"I will obey her...I will serve her as her slave...I will obey her...I will serve her as her slave...I will obey her...I will serve her as her slave...."