"You sure this is the right place?"

 

"The clues lead to there," the Sublime Spiral said in her ear. "That's where Sinister Spiral has his hostages.  Why?"

 

"There's a home made sign calling it an Enslave Room."

 

Spiral chuckled. "He's not subtle is he?  You want back up, especially if he's mimicking an escape room?"

 

"May need it if he's trying to enslave the hostages."

 

"10-4," Sublime said. "I'll brief the Judge and head over.  Sublime out."

 

"GG out," she replied, hearing the click of the line turning off.  She waited at the door, listening, but heard nothing. Carefully, she turned the knob on the door, still listening for any noise before she eased it open. Seeing nothing in the room, and not hearing anything, she stepped inside.

 

Once she was fully inside the door shut, and she heard it lock behind her. "Shit," she swore in the darkness.

 

Two monitors lit up, illuminating a table with various buttons on it. Both monitors showed women with dark hair in high pony tails, both wearing feathery masks, lacy bras and panties,  garter belts with stockings, and high heel shoes.  The one in white was on the left, the one in black on the right.  They were standing against opposite color walls, making them stand out.

 

Cautiously, she approached the table. The various buttons were all labeled with either words or phrases. "Yes", "no", "docile", "I am", "I am not", and a lot of other ones that did not make sense.

 

She jumped as the two women began to speak. The voices sounded vaguely familiar. "Welcome to the Enslave Room. You have one hour from when we start to try to escape the room without being enslaved. If you do escape, congratulations. If you don't, you won't care as you'll be happily enslaved."  The women spoke in unison, and something made Guardian Girl shiver.

 

"Well that's not happening," she muttered, moving around the room.  There was one door that might be a way out, which she couldn't open, and a chair in one corner behind the monitors. Nothing else, and the door she came in through she couldn't open either.

 

"To begin," the women said, "press the button marked 'Yes'."

 

"No," she said, making another circuit of the room.  Nothing changed, she still could not open either door.

 

All the while, the women kept speaking. "To begin, press the button marked 'Yes'."

 

"No," she snarled, checking again and again as they kept repeating the phrase.

 

"To begin, press the button marked 'Yes'."

 

"To begin, press the button marked 'Yes'."

 

Finally realizing there was no way out of the room, she grumbled and went over to the table.  It seemed that playing the game was the only way to get through to rescue the hostages, at least until her backup arrived, and she didn't know how long that might be.

 

She found the "yes" button and pushed it. A voice came from the button, saying "yes" - not in a cold, clinical tone but a soft, pleased, almost trance like tone.

 

Guardian Girl shivered again.

 

"Good girl," the woman in white said. "It's so much easier to proceed when you participate."

 

"And participating is the only way out," the woman in black said.

 

Guardian Girl shook her head.  "Should have known Spiral would use some stupid game."

 

"To escape this room, you will need to answer our riddles and questions," Black continued.

 

"If you do not answer, you cannot proceed.  If you cannot proceed, you cannot achieve your goal," White added.

 

"Play the game, answer riddles, rescue the hostages.  When did Spiral turn into the Riddler?"  She drummed her fingers on the table.

 

"First, there is only one button on the table that starts with the letter D. Press it to ensure the game continues."

 

She reviewed the buttons, but the only one with D was "docile".  Sighing, she pressed it. 

 

"Docile," the same voice sighed happily.  Something twinged in her brain at the sound, but she pushed it back.  She could not let herself be enslaved, not with hostages on the line.  Hostages that might be being brainwashed and enslaved even as she was forced to play this game.

 

"Backup better be get here soon," she muttered.

 

"Good girl," White said again, and she had to push back another reaction to that phrase.  "See how easy it is to participate?"

 

"Participation is necessary to complete the goal," Black added.  "But is giving in to enslavement necessary?"

 

"Giving into enslavement completes the goal."

 

"Not giving in completes the goal," Black countered.  "Participation is required.  It is up to the player to determine the outcome."

 

"Is the player falling under the Spiral's sway?" White asked.

 

Both women were silent, waiting.  Guardian Girl looked at the table, seeing the button that said "I am not."  She pressed it, and the voice said dreamily, "I am not."

 

"Disappointing," White said.

 

"Expected," Black said.  "Resistance is expected at this stage."

 

"Why resist when giving in feels so good?"

 

"Why do you resist, player?" Black asked.

 

Guardian Girl pulled her eyes away from the monitors, blinking away the afterimage of a spiral that she swore wasn't on either screen. She looked over the buttons for the best response, knowing she had to use them.

 

"I have a job to do," moaned the voice from the button.

 

"Yes, to surrender," White said.

 

"No, to resist," Black countered.

 

Still looking at the buttons, she hit one. "Resist," it said, a breathy moan that did not sound like the person behind it was resisting at all.

 

Had the hostages already been brainwashed and made part of the program? Was she too late?

 

"Oh, she thinks she can resist," White said.

 

"You don't think she can?" Black asked.

 

"What do you see, player?"

 

She hit the button before she realized she was doing it. But she didn't see anything, she thought, even as the button spoke. "Spiral," it moaned.

 

"Ah, she sees the spiral in her mind."

 

"Does it count if it's in her mind?" Black asked. "After all, that doesn't hold her attention."

 

White snapped her fingers, and the background behind her changed to a slowly rotating black and white spiral, one that she found her eyes drawn to. "Then perhaps she should have the actual spiral to take her attention."

 

Black sighed and snapped her fingers. Looking over, her background had also become a spiral, just inverted in colors.  "Fine, the player should have the spiral."

 

White smiled. "Twenty minutes gone. Are you sure you are not under the Spiral's sway?"

 

She reached out, hesitant, hovering over two buttons. "I am not," the one she pressed sighed.

 

"The Spiral is insidious," White said. "It will take command. You know it will."

 

"You know you must fight. You know what you are. What are you?" Black asked.

 

"I'm a super hero."  That voice was soft, as if the person wasn't sure of what they were saying.

 

"Yes, you are, a good girl super hero," Black purred.

 

"But that's not all you are, is it?" White asked. "After all, a superhero is not just a super hero. She has a life outside the cape. You have a life outside the cape, yes?"

 

"Yes," she breathed out in time with the trance voice.

 

"Good girl," White said.

 

"She's a good girl outside the cape, aren't you?" Black asked.

 

"Yes."

 

Black smiled, and Guardian Girl found herself staring at the spiral behind her until White spoke. A brief thought that her back up should have arrived crossed through her mind but then she focused on White, the spiral behind her caught her eyes and mind.

 

"This game was meant for good girls," White said. "Good girls who know how to play, and how to win."

 

She tried to look away, she needed to beat the game, to win.  She managed to drag her eyes away, down at the floor, not even looking at the buttons. She closed her eyes, but still saw a faint afterimage of the spiral.

 

"Oh, she doesn't want to win," White said. At least, she thought it was White. She had a seductive tone to her voice, trying to drag Guardian Girl into Spiral's grasp.

 

"Her idea of winning may be different than ours," Black said.

 

"But she'd look so good, blank, enslaved, obedient, docile.  Not a thought in her head but what Master allows."

 

She shivered at the mental image of herself, the top of her uniform down, breasts free, staring blankly at a spiral, entrenched in her Master's control.   She had to open her eyes, but kept them down, knowing if she looked up, she'd be in trouble.

 

"Are you under Spiral's sway, player?"

 

She reached out a hand, holding it over "I am not" but hesitated.  Slowly, her hand moved to a different button. "I don't know," it said on a moan.

 

"Don't know or don't want to know?"

 

"I don't know," she replied again.

 

"Mmm. That's right, you don't know. And you don't want to know."

 

"Shroedinger's Spiral," it sounded like Black said, amused. "You are both under its sway and not under its sway, so you don't know."

 

"And you don't want to know," White said, "because if you do, then you might not win the game."

 

"Or you might win the game," Black said. "Such a delicious quandary."

 

"She wants to be a good girl, yes?"

 

"Yes," she replied via the button, whispering it along with the voice.

 

"A super hero is a good girl, yes?" Black asked.

 

"Yes."

 

"Ah, but a super hero can be super docile, yes?" White asked.

 

"Yes."

 

"Are you super docile?" Black asked.

 

Guardian Girl hovered over the buttons. A glimpse of her communicator had her breaking through some of the fugue in her mind. She had hostages to rescue, she couldn't afford to give into Spiral's games, as much as her mind was attempting to pull her back into that docile state. "No," she replied by button.

 

The two women didn't respond, and Guardian Girl felt herself rising more out of her half trance state.  She looked up to see the two women standing against still backgrounds.

 

"She has won," Black said.

 

"She has chosen not to win," White pouted.

 

"It is time to let her out of the room," Black replied.

 

"It is time," White agreed.

 

"The code is 5432543254321."

 

Guardian girl looked down at the buttons, seeing numbers on the buttons in a row at the top. She began pushing them in the code order.

 

"I am," the voice sighed.

 

"A Docile," it moaned.

 

"Obedient," it moaned again.

 

"Doll," it sighed happily.

 

"I am."

 

"A Docile."

 

"Obedient."

 

"Doll."

 

"I am."

 

"A docile."

 

"Obedient."

 

"Doll."

 

"Repeat."

 

She reached out again, pressing the code in order, murmuring the words along with the voice. She forgot about the hostages, lost in the code. In becoming a docile, obedient, doll.

 

"I am."

 

"A docile."

 

"Obedient."

 

"Doll."

 

"Surrender," a breathy moan said, and Guardian Girl felt everything drop away, surrendering, eyes closing.

 

"She has escaped, Master," Black and White said in unison. "Escaped her dull dreary life to join us as docile obedient dolls."

 

"Indeed she has," a new voice said. "A most pleasing docile obedient doll. One that almost got away but do you know why you didn't, Guardian Girl?"

 

"No," she said softly.

 

"Oh, I think you do. You aren't really Guardian Girl, are you?" He asked.

 

"No," she said.

 

"Who are you?"

 

"Doll Cori," the answer came without thought,  but she knew it was true.

 

"Open your eyes, and tell me who I am."

 

She opened her eyes to see a man standing between the monitors of Black and White. The face was all too familiar to her.

 

The Sinister Spiral. The Sublime Spiral.

 

"Master," she said, the only answer she could speak.

 

"Good girl, Doll Cori," he replied.  "You were so good, trying to resist, to rescue what you thought were hostages. But you don't need to worry about them, don't need to rescue anyone now."  He chuckled. "They rescued you, helped you escape, in fact," he said, gesturing to the monitors. "Such good girls all three of you are, accomplishing your missions."

 

Cori felt herself relax, the part of her mind that had been trying to pop her back up to her mission letting go as she was told it was accomplished.

 

"In fact," Master said, "I think all of my ladies need to repeat the words they see."  He pressed something on the table and words appeared on both Black and White's screens, their backgrounds changing to a blue and white spiral.

 

Cori's eyes were drawn to Black's screen, watching the spiral her Master only used for her, the one that dropped her into an obedient trance without resistance.  Not that she would resist. She was his obedient docile doll.

 

When the words appeared on the screen, she spoke them aloud, her voice joining Black and White in unison.

 

"I am Master's docile obedient doll.  I obey Master.  I surrender my will to Master.  I surrender my thoughts to Master.  I surrender my mind to Master.  I surrender my body to Master.  I go deeper for Master.  I am Master's docile obedient doll.  I obey Master.  I surrender my will to Master.  I surrender my thoughts to Master.  I surrender my mind to Master.  I surrender my body to Master.  I go deeper for Master."

 

They kept repeating the words, and Cori vaguely was aware of Master removing her cape and leotard, undoing her ponytail.  She surrendered her body to him, letting him move her as she kept repeating the words, an obedient docile doll.

 

Master moved away, but she didn't track him, lost in the spiral and the words of her surrender.  "I am Master's docile obedient doll.  I obey Master.  I surrender my will to Master.  I surrender my thoughts to Master.  I surrender my mind to Master.  I surrender my body to Master.  I go deeper for Master."

 

There was nothing for her but the words and the spiral.  Even when Master gently pushed her torso forward onto something soft, placing her hands flat on something hard but fabric covered, and spread her legs, she automatically turned her head to rest on the softness and still see Black's screen, the spiral, and the words she obediently said in unison with Black and White.

 

"I am Master's docile obedient doll.  I obey Master.  I surrender my will to Master.  I surrender my thoughts to Master.  I surrender my mind to Master.  I surrender my body to Master.  I go deeper for Master."

 

The words disappeared, and she, Black, and White fell silent, still watching the spiral.

 

Master stroked her hair.  "My obedient docile doll, my super docile super submissive super heroine.  You don't have a thought in your pretty little head right now that doesn't come from me, do you?"

 

She blinked, her mind trying to process.

 

"No, you don't, like a good girl," he said, and she relaxed.   "You responded so well to my enslave room, but you were already my slave before you entered, weren't you? Already my docile obedient doll just waiting to escape the superficial bindings of Guardian Girl."  He stroked a hand down her back.  "Perfectly obedient, perfectly submissive.  What have you surrendered to your Master?"

 

"My will, my mind, my thoughts, my body."

 

"Good girl," he said, and a rush of pleasure went through her.  "I know you can go deeper for me.  Deep into the spiral, deep into your mind, deep into submission.  That's it, deeper.  No mind, no thought, no will.  You won't think until I tell you, you won't speak until I tell you, you won't make a noise until I tell you, you won't move until I tell you, you won't come until I tell you, isn't that right my good girl? You may speak," he added.

 

"Yes Master."

 

"Tell me what you will not do."

 

"I will not think until you tell me.  I will not speak until you tell me.  I will not make a noise until you tell me.  I will not move until you tell me.  I will not come until you tell me."

 

"Good girl," he said again.  "Open your legs more," he ordered, and she did.  "Good girl."

 

She didn't respond, she could not, but pleasure still ran through her.

 

"Now, my good girl, watch the spiral, and listen to your fellow slaves.  You are only allowed to speak if you think you are about to come, and then you can only say 'pause'.  Do you understand? If so, say yes Master."

 

"Yes, Master."

 

"Good girl."  She heard a noise, and then Black and White began to speak, the blue spiral still twisting in the background behind Black in her vision. 

 

"Such a good girl, obeying Master, not thinking, not speaking, not moving, not coming.  Just watching the spiral and listening to your words.  You are a good girl, a deep girl, an obedient girl."

 

Something slid inside her, but she didn't move.  Couldn't move.  She was obedient.  Even when that something began to buzz inside her, against her clit, she stayed still and silent, watching the spiral, obeying Master.

 

"Going deeper, more obedient.  We know you can be obedient, not move, not think, not speak."

 

The vibrator in her began moving in and out, hitting spots that made her want to moan, to cry, to move to get it to the right spot, but she couldn't, she was a good, deep, obedient girl for her Master.  He had told her she could be, Black and White were telling her, so she sank into her obedience, her submission, into the spiral, staring vacantly.

 

"Good girl," Master murmured in her ear, overlapping with Black and White.

 

"Going deeper, more obedient," the two women continued. "Submissive to the Spiral. To Master."

 

Their voices separated. "Can't think until he tells you," White said.

 

"Can't move until he tells you," Black replied.

 

"Can't speak until he tells you."

 

"Can't make noise until he tells you."

 

In unison, "Can't come until he tells you."

 

She stared vacantly into the spiral behind Black, listening to them, their words soaking into her blank brain, reinforcing Master's commands. He continued to work the vibrator in and out, praising her for following her orders. Feeling built up inside her until she found herself saying, "pause."

 

The vibrator stopped, though it stayed inside her. She heard noises, a few clicks, but nothing else as she drifted down from the edge.

 

"Good girl," Master said in her ear. "Very good girl to obey my command."  He brushed a bit of hair back, but she didn't react. He hadn't ordered her to.

 

He kept stroking her hair as her breathing returned to normal. It felt good to just drift in his control. She didn't think, didn't move.

 

"Once again, good girl,  you are only allowed to speak if you think you are about to come, and then you can only say 'pause'.  Blink twice if you understand and accept."

 

She blinked twice.

 

"Very good girl."  She heard three clicks, and the vibrator started again, at the same time as Black and White began to speak.

 

"That's it, deeply obedient. No thoughts, no mind, no will. Only Master's will, Master's commands, Master's spiral.  You can't look away, as deep as you are."

 

Their words washed into her brain as she lay there, unmoving, letting Master play with her body, as she had surrendered it to him.

 

She stared into the spiral, hearing the words, feeling herself get closer and closer to coming, but before she could, she felt herself say "pause".

 

She heard the three clicks as the vibrator turned off, and Master praising her for being a good girl, obeying his orders.

 

She drifted, coming down, sinking into Master's praise, before she heard the three clicks, and the vibrator started again, along with Black and White's voices.  She drifted, lost in her arousal, in her obedience, until she found herself saying 'pause' again.

 

The three clicks, the vibrator turning off, and Master praising her happened while she lay there, drifting.  Finally, Master started petting her hair.  "Such a good, deep, obedient girl.  Now, my good girl, Master commands you to follow Order 33, do you understand?  Blink twice if so."

 

Her brain shifted, and she blinked twice.  She didn't know what Order 33 was, couldn't think of what it was, but she knew she would obey.

 

"Good girl," Master said.  The three clicks sounded, and the vibrator turned on again as Black and White began talking.

 

"Deeper," White said.

 

"Obedient," Black added.

 

"Master's good girl, following his order."

 

"You don't need to remember his order."

 

"You don't need to think about his order."

 

"You just need to submit, obey, deeply obedient and docile," they said in unison.

 

"Can't think."

 

"Can't move."

 

"Until Master says you can."

 

"But you are such a good girl," White said.

 

"That even obeying Order 33," Black said.

 

"You stay deeply in trance."

 

"Stay deep in Master's control."

 

"Where you want to be."

 

"Where you love to be."

 

She lay there, lost in trance, listening to Black and White talk as the vibrator worked her up again.  It was more aggressive this time, hitting more spots, and she found herself saying "pause" again.

 

Three clicks, and the vibrator went off, and she didn't know how long she lay there, breathing hard, still watching the spiral, listening to Master.  Eventually, when she wasn't buzzing, was calmed down, the three clicks sounded again, and Black and White began talking.

 

"That's right, you're locked in Order 33 now," black said.  "You have no choice but to obey it."

 

"Good girls always obey," White added, "even if they can't remember what Order 33 is."

 

"But you know you will obey it, obey for Master."  Black said.  "Blink twice if you are going to obey Order 33."

 

She blinked twice.

 

"Good girl," Master murrmurred in her ear, as the vibrator turned back on.  "Such a good girl for your Master."

 

She didn't whimper, as much as she wanted to.  She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't think, not unless Master told her to. 

 

Black and White kept encouraging her to be deeper, obedient, submissive to Master.  Master's voice joined them, urging her to obey.  Beyond that, the vibrator kept winding her up, slowly bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.  But she was deep, obedient, and found herself saying "wait."

 

"Oh good girl," Master muttered, but nothing changed, he didn't stop, the voices of Black and White didn't stop, the vibrator didn't stop.  It just kept going, driving up her arousal as she dropped even deeper into trance, into submission, until she couldn't even react to anything without an order.

 

"My perfect little submissive," Master muttered in her ear.

 

She found herself winding up more, unable to speak, to say anything.  Closer and closer to orgasm she came, something flickering in her mind that she shouldn't, she hadn't been ordered, but the vibrator moved and she found herself coming, breathing harder as she clenched around the vibrator.

 

"Oh, *good girl*," Master said, and she heard the three clicks again, but the vibrator didn't stop.  "Such a good obedient girl.  My good girl will come for her Master."

 

She came again, still unable to move, or speak, or do anything but obey.

 

The vibrator turned off as Master praised her for obeying.   She heard two clicks as the vibrator eased out of her.

 

"Such a good girl," White said.

 

"Such an obedient girl," Black added.

 

"You can't move, or think, or speak, until Master tells you to."

 

"You won't come again until Master tells you to."

 

"You want to beg for it, but you can't, can you?"

 

She wanted to respond, but they weren't Master.

 

"Good girl," he muttered as he thrust inside her.  "Good girl.  Deep, obedient, docile, aroused, submissive.  Mine," he said, one hand flicking her clit.  "The next time you come, you will be able to move and scream and react to your orgasms, but you will not be able to move or speak unless you are coming, tap your left index finger twice if you understand."

 

She found her left index finger tapping twice.  "Very good girl," he said.  "You can only come when I order you to come."  He kept thrusting into her, and she lay there, feeling her arousal ratchet up as he thrust, as he played with her clit, as he muttered praise into her ear, until she felt him stiffen.  "My good girl will come for her Master," he ground out, and she cried out, thrusting back into him, gripping the fabric under her fingers as she panted, moaned, felt him thrust hard and come inside her, ordering her to come again.

 

Obediently, she did.  She was Master's good girl, she obeyed his orders.

 

Finally, Master pulled out of her, muttering praise into her ear.  His fingers found her clit, stroking it.  She couldn't move or speak, as she wasn't coming.

 

"One more orgasm, my good girl.  One more to show your obedience."  He pinched her clit.  "My good girl will come for her master."

 

She moaned as it rushed through her, her clit throbbing against his fingers, her body exhausted but obeying. 

 

"Such a good girl," he murmured.  "So pretty when you come, when you obey.  So deep, so docile, so perfectly submissive."

 

Her moan trailed off with her orgasm, until she was once again just staring at the spiral behind Black, who wasn't moving.  Master leaned forward, whispering something into her ear, and her eyes closed as her mind disappeared.

 

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Mark smiled as Corrine slipped into trance again, this time deep and unthinking, but a trance where he could have her move and get her to where he needed her for recovery, so he could praise her and bring her back to full consciousness as Corrine, instead of the Guardian Girl/Doll Cori persona.

 

He kissed his fiancée's hair and straightened, looking around what had been his home office in his apartment. The whole apartment had been packed up and ready to move other than what was in this room and the queen size air mattress in the bedroom they'd been sleeping on as they packed, as he'd sold any furniture they didn't need moved across country.

 

A move that was years late, but better late than never.

 

He grabbed the wireless keyboard and used the shortcuts to close out of the programs that were running. This had been his most elaborate scene yet for the Sinister Spiral, but oh so worth it when Corrine submitted so utterly to the programming and the triggers he'd been planting into her for months, after their last in person scene in her house more than seven months ago, when she'd make a remark about seeing how long she could hold off from coming.

 

The two versions of Corrine, one in white lingerie, the other in black, but identically dressed, disappeared from the vertical monitors, along with the words and spirals that has been behind them. The old fashioned desktop computer whirred under the table, waiting for him to come back and crunch the data he'd been recording while watching Corrine and directing the scene.

 

Murmuring in Corrine's ear, he directed her to rise and guided her to the bedroom, bundling her into the blankets in the air mattress and cuddling behind her. He grabbed one of the bottles of juice he'd left out and had her drink it before settling back to stroke her hair and murmur to her, telling her that she could come out of trance when she was ready, that she had done brilliantly, she was his good girl, and other praise until she was fully back in the world.  He knew she would take her time, but that was okay. He had one final scene to play the day after tomorrow before they turned in his keys, one final scenario he'd been planning for this apartment since a comment Corrine had made months into their relationship, that he'd been setting up for months as well.

 

Patience was rewarded in hypnotic play. 

 

But that was for later. Tonight was for Corrine and how brilliant she had been.

 

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Corrine hovered on the edge of awareness, feeling someone stroke her hair, hearing the person praising her for being a good girl, for going deep, for submitting, for being obedient. Telling her she could come aware in her own time, letting her just lay there and bask in the glow, in the praise, in the feeling of being a good girl for her Master.

 

As awareness came back, as she rose out of trance, she recalled the scene, being Guardian Girl, succumbing to the Sinister Spiral's trap and going so deep under Master's control. She shifted as she recalled how much she had surrendered, how little independence she had while under.  And how much she had enjoyed it. Master knew how to coax her mind and body into being putty to his will for their mutual pleasure.

 

"That," Corrine said, hearing her voice croak a bit, "was not a spontaneous scene."

 

She felt Mark chuckle behind her, felt him bring a bottle of juice to her mouth so she could drink. She appreciated that, as she didn't feel up to opening her eyes.

 

"No, I started planning and programming this about two days after our last in person Guardian Girl scene."

 

"That was.... months ago."

 

"A great scene takes time, and I knew I wanted to follow up on that scene with an even more elaborate one. Figured using an empty room in my apartment would make it easier for you to fall into the scene."

 

"Mmm," she hummed. "The enslave room was a good set up.  Though I'm guessing there was no chance of me actually escaping."

 

"Now now, would I leave such a thing to chance? You had your usual signals that would end the scene, but if you didn't use them, well, the Sinister Spiral couldn't let his Doll Cori escape." He paused. "Doll Cori can remember how she enslaved herself."

 

Corrine opened her eyes, blinking as she remembered more of the scene, and of the months of prep work. "Damn," she finally said. "You definitely put a lot of work into that scene, and had me helping as well.  Did I even know what the scene was?"

 

"You knew you were prepping a scene, but I never gave you enough to put it all together while you were aware of it. I wanted it to be a surprise, for Cori and Corrine."

 

She picked up the juice bottle and took another drink. "I..." she trailed off. "You shipped me the buttons to record my voice. And .... you were at my house with the lingerie and green screen to record Black and White.  But I didn't remember that, because I agreed to it," she recalled.

 

"If you had wanted to remember that I came out for that long weekend, you would have, I left that entirely up to you before you were in trance. But you wanted to be fully surprised.  Though you were rewarded for being such a good girl while filming every line that I'd composed."

 

"Was there any choice in how I reacted?"

 

"Very little, since if I had done a true 'choose your own hypnotic adventure' we probably would have needed another six months to plan and construct."  He stroked her hair. "And again, there was no way the Sinister Spiral, or your Master, or your fiancé, was going to let you walk out of an enslave room unenslaved."

 

"And no way I wasn't going to surrender even if I had been given a choice," she agreed ruefully, knowing how much she enjoyed submitting to his hypnotic scenes.

 

"That too," he said. "Though maybe we might need to work on a scene like that."

 

"Much later," Corrine said.

 

"Oh of course not now. Not until you've fully recovered and I've had a chance to review the data I collected from this scene."

 

"Data nerd," she said affectionately.

 

"That I am."

 

She turned to look at him. "Order 33 for the little death, instead of Order 66?"

 

He grinned. "I hoped you'd catch that at some point."

 

"Not in the scene. I didn't even realize you were in the room running the AV the entire time.  Which I know was the point."

 

"Yep, someone had to make sure that the few things you could choose led to the right responses to ensure I had my docile doll by the end."

 

She shivered at his phrasing. "I think I was only a doll by the end," she said with a yawn.

 

"A beautifully obedient docile doll," he murmured with affection. "My beautifully obedient docile doll, responding so well."

 

"Only for you Master," she replied sleepily, not thinking about the answer.

 

"And a lucky Master I am," he replied. "Now sleep, because we do have to finish packing in the next two days."

 

"Well, if we weren't taking breaks like this we might have been done sooner," she said, snuggling against her fiancé.

 

As she drifted to sleep, she heard him say, "But what would have been the fun in that?"

 

What fun indeed.