Ms. Irene McAllen closed her eyes for a moment as she finished parking in her driveway, slowly releasing a pent up breath. It had been a long, hectic day at the university for the psychologist, made all the more so by the fact that several teachers had barged in to her office to request all manner of extra tasks and duties from her. Irene was always willing to help of course, it was why she had become a psychologist, but it was just a little annoying to have to constantly reorganize her day. Constantly delay her departure home, to finally be able to relax in the comfort and security of her household.
After a few more moments of feeling sorry for herself Irene gave her head a small shake and grinned. It was hardly becoming of her to have such feelings after one rotten day. Besides, better things awaited her. With slightly renewed vigour, she got out of her car and headed towards the door. She unlocked it and entered, calling out happily, if with a tired tone, “I’m home!”
As she doffed her jacket, she heard the wonderful sound of high heels click-clacking towards the door, and the rattle of chain. Irene turned and smiled with genuine joy as her maid came into view.
Ginger was dressed in her latex maid uniform, the slim girl looked positively heavenly dressed as a fetish French Maid. Made all the more appealing by the leather cuffs around her wrists, ankles and waist, all connected with chain. Securely locked in place, as was the lovely personalized collar she had secured to her neck. Irene’s eyes flicked over her tag that she had placed there, proclaiming Ginger’s status as Irene’s property. It was a sight that she never tired of, nor was it ever a poorly received response when Ginger approach her and made an elegant curtsy.
“Hello Mistress, welcome home.” Ginger’s eyes remained down, as appropriate to her station. Irene smiled, warmth flooding through her as she tilted Ginger’s chin back up with a single finger to plant a kiss on the young woman’s mouth. She had, truly, come such a very long way from the overwhelmed and exhausted student that Irene had encountered nearly a year ago now.
Back then, Ginger had been a stressed second-year student, desperate to figure out how to juggle her significant class load, extracurricular sports, and a decent social life. The effort to do so had sapped away at her mental stability, and before long she had sought counseling. Irene had been assigned to her, and after a pair of initial sessions Irene had tentatively begun to explore ‘alternative’ methods with her patient. Subtle suggestions, paired with relaxing massages or mental explorations, slowly infused their sessions with the appropriate mindset. They also gave Irene time to prepare. Time to contact her close friend at the local psychiatric facility, to inquire about using some of their methods.
Dr. Samantha Kendricks had been more than happy to help.
Irene broke away from the kiss and began to feel up her maid, enjoying how Ginger squirmed against her. The girl knew better than to do anything apart from making such groping and teasing more enjoyable for the both of them, so her squirming merely pressed herself more firmly against Irene’s body and hands. Even as Irene was enjoying the tactile sensation of teasing her pet, her mind returned as it often did to those first sessions after she had contacted Samantha.
The slow descent into hypnosis had been a great deal simpler than Irene had expected, even after Samantha’s coaching and reassurances. In just a matter of minutes, Ginger had been in a trance in her chair, eyes closed and smiling. Irene smiled. Once she was under, Irene hadn’t been able to help herself. Her hands almost of their own accord brought out the box that Mercy Asylum had gifted to her, when Samantha had talked her through the hypnosis practice. Irene had heard her voice order this hypnotized, naïve, university student to present her wrists in front of her. The cuffs went on so easily, the trembling coming from Irene alone as the girl remained as still as a statue. Her soft command for Ginger to turn around, and the complete lack of resistance as she let Irene cuff her arms behind her back was a potent brew for Irene. She felt increasingly confident, though still shaking, as she ordered the girl to bend her neck. She slipped the collar around the student’s neck, reassuring her all the while that so long as she wore the collar she would feel safe and secure.
“Protected from all your troubles,” Irene had crooned, trailing her hands gently over Ginger’s shoulders, “You are safe here with me, so long as you are bound. When your collar is on, you will feel relaxed. You will feel all your cares and concerns drift away, leaving you at peace. Calm. Owned.”
The happy sigh of relief that slipped out from Ginger’s vague smile was what drove the psychologist forward. Less uncertain, more deliberate in her actions as she urged the girl to lie down across her lap. How she could deliver spanks to “drive out your stress” while the girl remained in her hypnotized state. Irene hadn’t believed Samantha when the doctor had assured her it would work. That Dr Kendricks’ methods had been tested on hundreds of subjects, many of whom were far more resistant to this sort of thing than dear sweet Ginger. But it worked. Such that Irene felt only eagerness as she helped the girl off her lap, and then pulled her head between her legs. Every lick, every kiss would calm her. Centre her. Make her feel confident in herself, and in Irene’s treatment of her.
When Ginger woke up, it was to find a warmly smiling Irene bent over her while she lay on the couch. She had broken out into a joyful smile of her own, exclaiming how wonderful she felt.
“Mmmm,” Ginger groaned as she sat up, “I’ve got some weird aches though Ms. McAllen.”
“Oh don’t trouble yourself about that,” Irene had patted her arm reassuringly, “The hypnosis methods I use here sometimes do result in some odd physical reactions. But its perfectly normal to have these aches. You can also experience some odd tastes or smells too, but those should all pass with time.”
“Oh, yeah I was going to say,” Ginger blushed and smiled, “Well I’m really grateful for everything you’ve done Ms. McAllen. I haven’t felt this good in months!”
“Splendid!” Irene had given her a hug, “I’m going to schedule you for a few more sessions then, just so we can keep up our progress. If at any time the sessions stop giving you a good relief from your stress, we can always stop or reassess. But I’m confident we’ve got you on the right path now.”
Ginger had nodded enthusiastically, and given Irene such a sweet, trusting smile that it took everything in Irene not to kiss her. But time. Time was on her side. She could be patient.
Ginger was going to be back in a week.
When Ginger came back the next week, Irene had her under in half the time. This session she felt more confident, more willing to push at the boundaries. She adhered to Samantha’s advice though, always keeping everything relatively warm and gentle. Ginger obediently undressed to her bra and panties before having her arms collected up into a box tie via wrist and upper arm cuffs. Once her collar was on, Ginger then spent the next half hour worshipping the boots Irene had worn specifically for this session. Once done to Irene’s satisfaction, she had the girl bring her to another wonderful orgasm courtesy of her eager little tongue, before she untied her, redressed her, and brought her back up.
Ginger was even more thankful, and Irene even more confident that this was the correct path. She wasn’t fooling the poor girl, she was helping her. It was exactly like Samantha had said, Ginger was a submissive and needed the protective ownership of someone who cared for her to truly thrive. So Irene reassured Ginger that she was making wonderful progress, ushered her to the door, and then went straight to her computer to contact her friend and arrange further orders from Mercy Asylum.
She had only needed to spend two more weeks having Ginger pleasure her in cuffs and collar before her order from mercy Asylum arrived. One of their bona fide programming sybians, complete with VR hood, straightjacket, and accompanying training dildo apparatus. She profusely thanked Samantha, and the head of patient intake simply assured her that she was quite welcome, and that she was confident Irene would be able to make it up to her.
Ginger’s very next session, happily enough, was taking place on a Friday evening. She ended up staying an extra three hours while she was teased relentlessly, bombarded with programming, and instructed to: Serve. Obey. Suck. Irene told her that she had had a rather peaceful breakthrough while under hypnosis and so she had allowed the student to rest. Ginger had felt even better than her previous ones, and requested lengthened sessions to keep on track. Irene had agreed.
It had taken a few more weeks, with subtly increased times for each session, before Irene had finally been confident enough in her initial programming to have Ginger request more permanent arrangements. The girl was almost pathetically grateful when Irene duly accepted her plea that her teacher, mentor, psychologist, and friend take her on as an employee.
“I-I think…i-it w-would really help me,” Ginger had stammered, almost babbling, “I just…just need to be closer to you. S-so I don’t backslide. I don…don’t want to go back…”
Irene had nodded, smoothing away the girl’s hair from her face. It was a mark of how far they had come that Ginger was still in her straightjacket, still collared, and hadn’t said a single word about it. Not to protest, or remark on it. Her attire and bondage was simply the way things were for her now.
“Ginger, sweetie, I think that’s a good idea, if you truly want it. Now, I’m going to snap my fingers again, and you are going to go back under for me. If you still feel that way when you wake up, I’ll consider it, okay?” Her poor trusting student nodded her gratitude, and Irene smiled comfortingly. She wasn’t fooling this girl. She was helping her.
“I want you to relaaaaax, Ginger. Deep breaths iiiiiinnnnn, and ouuuuuuutt. Iiiiinnnnnn and oouuuuuuttt. And threeeee…twoooooo…oooonnneeee…” Irene snapped her fingers and Ginger settled more deeply into the couch, her head still held in an attentive manner, her eyes closed.
“Relaaaaax. Deep breaths iiiiiinnnn, and ouuuuuutt. You are now my personal patient, Ginger. As long as you are a patient with me, you will be protected. You will safe, and secure, only when you are in my care. You will obey my commands. You will be kept in bondage, always. The bondage will protect you. Keep you safe. Keep you bound to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes Ma’am,” Ginger’s voice had been rock steady. Calm as she had never seemed before. So at peace. Irene had stroked her hand across the girl’s face, marveling at how far she had come. This was where she needed to be.
“Good girl. Relaaaaax. Deep breaths iiiiiinnnn, and ouuuuuutt. While you are my patient I may call you different things. I may call you my maid, my pet, my slave, or my toy. Those words just mean patient. You enjoy my control of you. Since you are a patient, you are also my maid, my pet, my slave. Do you understand?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Good girl.” Irene continued to stroke the girl’s face, reinforcing by tactile touch her control over her, “Relaaaaax. Deep breaths iiiiiinnnn, and ouuuuuutt. When we are alone, you will use my proper title which is Mistress Irene. It’s just like calling me Ma’am, but just for you. You will obey all my commands, and submit to me. I am the only one who can protect you. Do you understand?”
Irene saw a tear leak out of the girl’s closed eyes, saw her lips curl in a happy smile, heard her softly respond, “Yes Mistress Irene.” Irene brushed the tear away, and then kissed her new pet gently on the forehead, “Good girl. Now in a moment I’m going to wake you up. You are going to feel utterly grateful to me for taking care of you. You are only going to feel safe with me, and insist that you come home with me. You are going to be my patient. And I am going to take care of you.”
SNAP
And that had been that. The session had taken long enough that Irene had felt it worth the risk and thrill to simply parade Ginger through the empty halls of her department, and out to her waiting car. The girl had willingly folded herself into the trunk, and accepted the gag that Irene had gently pressed into her mouth. Then, a short drive home, and the rest…well…the rest was history.
Irene gave Ginger another hug and then released the woman, clipping a leash from the front hall table to her collar, “Come along little one, let us go and see the others. Have they been good today?”
“Oh Yes Mistress!,” Ginger burbled, trailing along behind her in a clink of chained submission that was already turning Irene on, “No problems at all today, though Allison is feeling a little anxious. I think she’s just afraid she hasn’t been doing well enough at her mental health training.”
Irene nodded, patting Ginger’s latex clad rump, “You are so attentive my sweet, sweet Pet. I’m so happy you’re doing well.”
Ginger beamed, “All thanks to you Mistress! I can’t imagine how lost I would be right now without you.” Her eyes suddenly became concerned, “You…You aren’t thinking of—”
Irene came to a stop before a large door and yanked Ginger close on the leash, “No backsliding my sweet slave.” She cupped Ginger’s head in her hands, and stared directly into her eyes, “You are my Pet, and I am going to take care of you. I won’t jeopardize your safety by releasing you, sweetie. You are staying right here to be my slave until you are made well again.”
Ginger smiled tremulously and managed to stammer, “Th-thank you Mistress.”
Irene smiled and pressed a ballgag into her mouth, gagging her and making her pet make an adorable squealing sound, “You are welcome Pet. And you will stay here with me as long as it takes.”
Ginger made a contented sound through her gag as Irene turned back to the door, punched in the security code, and then entered her private sanctuary. Her little space that helped her deal with all the madness of the world.
Her harem, in effect.
After the first six months of Ginger being her live-in 24/7 slave and plaything, pardon, her ‘patient’, Irene had wanted more. It had been useful to use an eager to please Ginger to enable Irene to have exploratory sessions with her closest friends. Who, alas, presented the same signs of serious mental strain that Ginger had. Suffering because of their studies, and their frenetic social lives…it was no way for born submissives to live. Fortunately for them all, Irene McAllen had been there for them. She was able to simply everything, paring away at their cares and responsibilities, and destressing their minds by, on at a time, convincing them to give up the majority of those things in favour of treatment with her. Servitude with her. She took on their responsibilities, cleared away their social lives, and offered them a collar and a cage that were gratefully accepted.
Her two harem playmates were waiting for her, kneeling as they had been trained to do for this time when she came home. None of them were permitted outside the very spacious dungeon they were in. Outside time was unnecessary for their new roles in life anyway, apart from very special times when they were strictly bound, hooded, and isolated to be taken out and enjoyed by Ginger in the comfort of her bedroom.
One of the two, Jason, was Ginger’s former boyfriend. He had been Irene’s first conquest, and had gone under even easier than his girlfriend had. Four weeks after his initial session Irene had placed him on the programming sybian and left him there for an entire day. The boy had nearly been weeping with gratitude when she accepted his pleas to keep him. Now he knelt there, completely covered in rubber, apart from his chastity cage. The only sights he was permitted were those of Irene or on special occasions he was allowed to see Ginger. Apart from that he was kept in rubbery darkness, or lost in the VR world of femdom conditioning. And every time she removed his gag, he spluttered his thanks, his undying gratitude to Irene, before she shoved his head between her legs, or onto her boots.
The second project was Ginger’s best friend, a spunky tomboy named Allison. She was also dressed in rubber, though her head remained bare apart from her collar and a ballgag. Allison had rapidly become Irene’s favourite cuddle pet apart from Ginger, and she did so adore tracing the girl’s facial features with her soft touch. Allison had scoffed at Irene’s offer of hypnosis, and flatly denied any mental strain at the start. Ginger’s plea to just try it once had finally won through, and it had been with great satisfaction half an hour later that Irene had pressed the girl’s face into the couch as she had thrust her strapon into her from behind. Gently riding the girl while Allison was hypnotized and bound had been wonderful. Made more so when she had ordered Ginger to buckle her collar back on and use Allison’s tongue to please herself. Allison’s had been a slower seduction, taking longer than Ginger to coax her back for a second, and then a third. By the fourth, Irene had her hooked, and from that point it became much more in line with her expectations as the girl sank rapidly into the warm embrace of slavery.
Irene strutted playfully by them, basking in Allison’s eager expression, in the blind adoration of Jason, before sinking into the luxurious comfort of the couch facing the wall mounted television set. She flicked it over to the movie that she had paused when she had departed this morning. As soon as she had settled, with Ginger attentively already moving towards the small dungeon fridge to fetch her Mistress a drink, the other two moved to their places. Allison guided Jason into his spot as Irene’s footstool, which drew a relieved and approving moan of contentment from the domme, before she hopped onto the couch and presented her wrists. Irene pulled them behind her and locked them shut, and then allowed the girl to snuggle into her lap, running her hands down the girl’s curves and enjoying how Allison responded to her strokes, her caresses, her groping.
Just as Ginger returned with her favourite after work beverage, the Irene’s phone buzzed. She flicked it open, “Yes?”
“How’s the after work tradition holding up?” The warm, charming voice of Dr. Samantha Kendricks flowed into the dungeon’s air. None of her playthings even responded. Just brilliant.
“I don’t know how I ever survived without this setup,” Irene confessed, languidly reaching up to cup Ginger’s latex covered rear and giving it an approving squeeze, “Just as you said, a nice symbiotic circle once everything is up and running.”
“Precisely.” Samantha purred, “So, I wanted to provide you with an update on that project you helped me with. You recall the journalism project?”
Irene’s mouth quirked in a smile, “You mean the one where I suggested to a certain person they should do a story on the mysteeeerious Mercy Asylum?”
“The very same.” Samantha laughed, “Would you like pictures or video?”
“Oh video by all means Sam. I’m in my playspace just now and would adore watching a little home brew movie.” Irene chuckled and continued to massage Allison’s rear before giving the girl a spank, “Just a moment Sam, let me get set up here.”
“Oh never fear, I’ll send it along directly. You really must come up here sometime. I’m sure we can provide suitable accommodation for your pets so that they can have some of their training refined. And so you can enjoy yourself.”
Irene chuckled as Allison scooted back, and then knelt down on the floor to begin worshipping her boots, “Trust me, I’m really considering it. I think it would do us all good to go on a little vacation. Maybe in a few months when the school year is done.”
“Whenever works!” Samantha agreed happily, before she hung up.
It wasn’t too much longer before a video file popped up in Irene’s library. She selected it, and beckoned Ginger to settle in on the couch next to her, allowing her maid to snuggle in with her as though the two of them were just close girlfriends cuddling for a movie.
And what a movie it was.
The screen went active to show Samantha dressed in a slick red and black latex outfit, complete with knee high boots. On the screen she finished fussing with the camera, and then smiled, “My dear Irene, may I present my newest Patient, One-Three-Five-Zero. I haven’t had the chance to organize a proper Assessment Board for her just yet, but I am confident she’ll be with me for quite some time.”
She backed away, and Irene could see the student, Rosa Andrews, in all her kinky, submissive glory. Dressed in the traditional black rubber of the Asylum, she was strictly bound in a strappado position with an armbinder. Her legs thrust far apart by a spread bar, and a thick collar encircled her neck. Her gaze was the thing that made Irene moan a little. It was the same grateful, slightly vacant look that her pets had in the midst of their programming sessions. Rosa was far under, enough that she was simply moaning and grinding herself against what had to be pretty powerful vibrators, since Irene could hear their buzz clearly from the camera.
“Does my sweet Slut want Mistress to play with her?”
Rosa’s head nodded quickly as Samantha teasingly asked her question, standing next to the bound woman and groping her butt and her rubber encased breasts, “Ooooooohhh, y-yes p-please Mistress! Thank y-you f-for helping me!”
Samantha smiled, “You’re welcome, my Pet. Now, my friend Dr McAllen is going to be observing your treatment today alright? She's a very good friend of mine, so you are still completely safe with her watching. She's going to be helping me assess whether you should stay here with me. So you'll need to show her how much it means for you to stay with me. Do you understand?"
Rosa nodded, and Samantha patted her head before pressing a large cock gag into her mouth, silencing her, "Good girl." She winked at the camera before slapping Rosa's rubber covered ass, "Now, let’s give our friend a proper show…”