Brianna Becomes the Lady

* * *

“So what you are saying is we have had similar pasts..” Akira Okida said as she looked at Lady Brigitte, the woman who had been first to hypnotize her, and the woman who had made her mother a very happy submissive.

“Similar, yes,” the Lady said, as she looked at Misaki, Akira’s mother, then at WInifred Winchester, tethered to the leash held by the shapely Akira. “Exactly alike? No… I am on my third legal name, darling…”

“Now that sounds like a story,” Akira said, settling in on the sofa ready for the tale of the Lady Brigitte.

The young half Japanese beauty, herself a former controlled submissive, turned to the older woman on her leash and said, “Sleep, bitch….”

Akira snapped her fingers and watched as Winifred, who only a week ago was a controlling slave trader, fell to the floor succumbing to hypnosis.

“Some of my story I don’t or cannot actually remember, but it was pieced together,” the Lady said as she looked away. “But this is what I know, darling….”

* * *

“I don’t think she is supposed to be part of the deal…” the large man said as his partner tranquilized the tall, pretty blonde, watching as the young woman crumpled to the floor, a look of shock on her face as she fell.

“Grab her, let the boss sort it all out,” the other man responded, as he finished handcuffing the ankles and wrists of the older woman who was already unconscious and sprawled on the floor. “What’s wrong with a two for one special?”

The tall young blonde awoke alone in a very sterile, very cold room of white wearing nothing she wore before being hit with a dart in the thigh, covered by a thin blanket.

“What happened,” the young girl managed to say out loud, as a feeling that was a cross between a hangover and death ran through her tall lithe body as she tried to reach full awareness, groggy and unable to sit up yet.

“Shit…” she said, realizing clothes were nowhere to be found as she scanned the room, no visible doors or exits, only a small table to her right and a locking medical cabinet. She also wondered what happened to her mother, who she remembers seeing being cuffed lying on the ground by a tall nondescript thuggish looking man.

She heard a confident stride of a female with a purpose walking toward her, getting louder as the pattern of the heel hitting tile floor was seemingly magnified in her state of confusion.

A door to the sterile white room she was lying in, with artificial light opened, though there was no internal opening mechanism from the room’s interior to open a door.

“Hello dear,” an older, matronly looking woman in her early 50’s said as she entered the room, wearing all white, a skirt, tight sweater, hose, heels, all white- topped with a lab coat. “There seems to be some confusion here….”

“Who are you…” the tall young blonde asked, as she tried to sit up, but her body was not yet ready to cooperate. As the young woman looked out the opening where the door was, she noticed two well built women standing guard- also in white but in white latex that showed just how physically gifted they were.

“Well, dear, I am your owner,” the woman said confidently. “You will pay your mother’s debt to me.”

“What?!?” the girl lying in bed said loudly- hurting her head in the process as the drugs were still in her system.

“Let’s start over, dear,” the older black haired woman in white responded with a grin. “I am Willow Winchester, and I am your owner. Your mother will become my slave, as will you, but you will pay her debt over time.”

“You can’t own people…” the girl said softly as the woman in white approached her as she lay in bed.

“But you can, dear,” Willow replied. “And I do. And I will own you and your mother.”

“Someone will come looking for us…” the girl said, grasping at straws as the confident woman in white took out a strap and attached one end to the bar on the hospital bed, then the other to the right wrist of the blonde.

“Not likely, dear,” Willow said, repeating the process on the left wrist of the girl, who still could not muster her body to move. “Your mother is a federal agent. As far as anyone knows, she has gone deep undercover looking for a slavery ring, and as for you, she has sent you to a boarding school overseas for your own safety. I know this because my team sent these messages to everyone who needed to be notified. There is good news, however, dear.”

The girl in the bed glared and said nothing.

“She has found the slavery ring, but unfortunately she’s undercover a little bit too deeply,” Willow Winchester said with a laugh. “And you, my pretty young lady, got caught in the crossfire.”

The girl thrashed at her bonds, but only found them tightening.

“So let me tell you how things will work, dear,” Willow continued. “Your mother will begin her mental reconditioning to become my complete slave. She will become mine, body, mind and soul… and be quite useful in her role as an agent down the road.”

The girl in the bed teared up as Willow tethered her legs to the bed.

“Now, let’s talk about you, dear,” Willow said, wiping the tears away. “You will undergo physical changes as your mother undergoes mental changes. You are quite attractive, and at 18 can undergo so many amazing physical changes to become the perfect female. The female that I choose for you to become physically. That will become helpful as you work to repay your mothers debt. After your physical changes are complete, you will be mentally reconditioned to fit my purposes for you.”

“So you’re going to make me a prostitute?” the girl asked, voice shaky with fear.

“No, dear, I would not spend the time or the money changing you physically for that, you are pretty enough to turn out right now,” Willow said. “No, I have much bigger plans than that for you, Brianna Best…”

The girl in the bed broke down at hearing her name, realizing the depth of her predicament.

“Don’t worry dear, I take care of my possessions,” Willow said. “And you will become a very new, very loyal, very obedient new person very soon, dear. You will look beautiful and we will enhance your natural beauty, you will become Margitte Magnussen. And do everything I tell you to do.”

“Why?” the girl asked.

“One, because I can, dear,” Willow said sternly. “Two, because your mother cost me a lot of money interrupting my dealings. Three, you will become who I say because we already have that identity in every government system in the world. Get used to it, Margitte. Brianna is already gone…”

Willow Winchester opened the cabinet and took out a rubber hose, attaching it to the upper arm of the girl in the bed before removing a small, clear vial and a syringe, filling it with the clear contents.

“Sweet dreams, Margitte,” Willow said as she plunged the syringe into the arm of the girl. “Your physical changes are first dear. Unfortunately we cannot do both at the same time, the human body seems to only want one of my procedures at a time…”

The girl in bed cried as she felt the drugs take over her consciousness.

* * *

“Hello Agent Best, I hope you find the accommodations to be to your liking,” Willow Winchester laughed as the tied to the bed agent struggled against her bonds. “And if not, it won’t matter anyway.”

Agent Bailey Best struggled against her bonds, trying to free herself.

“Try all you like, Agent,” the dominant in white said. “I am an expert at restraints. You won’t get free. I do like the spirit of your fight, fruitless as it is in the end.”

Bailey did her best to try, but realized she was stuck.

“It’s a shame to be the bearer of bad news.” Willow said. “Though good and bad is a matter of perspective, as you know. Brianna is in the room next to you, Agent Best. She got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Unfortunate for her. For me, though, I must admit, I am thrilled, she will be very valuable paying off the debt that you cost me. She will be undergoing some physical changes while I make you much more agreeable, Agent.”

Bailey Best furiously struggled against her bonds, but even in her fury she was no match for the restraints.

“You won’t break me… white witch…” Bailey Best shouted, using the file name the federal agencies had been referring to in regards to Willow Winchester.

“Is that what the feds are calling me?” Willow laughed. “I quite like it, actually. Thank you for sharing, now my puppets will know what to look for in their searches, Agent Best.”

The room, identical to the one holding her daughter Brianna, also held a medical cabinet, where the dominant Willow, in all white, took out a vial, syringe, and rubber hose and eventually injected the agent with the contents.

“This will help you become much more agreeable, Agent Best,” Willow said, placing a hand on the forehead of the restrained agent. “You’ll be in and out of consciousness for several weeks as you begin to learn what’s really important….”

“Never….” the agent replied as she felt the drug begin to take hold

“That’s what they all say, Agent Best…” Willow responded, placing a pair of headphones on the agent.

Bailey Best tried her best, but soon succumbed to the drugs, the last thing she heard was Willow WInchester’s distinct voice.

“They all succumb and obey, eventually, Agent Best…”

* * *

In a nondescript conference room in a major city, a well dressed man and woman sat, pouring over files.

“Nothing is connecting here,” the man said. “I don’t think we are missing anything…”

“We are obviously missing something, Director,” the pant suited woman said. “These people don’t just quit their high paying jobs on a whim. Some have disappeared, others have found landing spots but in other odd places we can’t believe…”

“Do we have someone looking to get inside?” The Director asked.

“Yes, Director, we have Agent Bailey Best currently working to find out where inside may be…” the woman replied.

“This stays with us, it goes no further than this room,” the Director stated flatly. “We can’t have this getting out within the agencies. You will become Agent Bailey’s lifeguard, Dr. Simonson. I will have everyone else associated with her reassigned.”

“With all due respect, Director, I am a psychiatrist, not an operations specialist… I can’t rescue anyone, I don’t have those skills,” Simone Simonson responded.

“You don’t. I do,” the Director reassured. “I have the entire agency at my disposal. Anything suspect, anything you feel needs my assistance, you contact me directly.”

“I am not sure, Director…” Simone said.

“I am, and this is an order,” the Director said. “You are on this case and this case only starting now, is that understood, Doctor?”

“Yes, Sir…” the psychiatrist replied.

“I want you to report directly to me every contact with Agent Best,” the Director ordered.

“Yes Sir,” Dr. Simone Simonson answered as she picked up the file and reported back to her office.

* * *

The tell tale sounds of the white witch cascaded through the halls as the mother and daughter duo, unknowingly in rooms side by side but unable to contact each other, listened and wondered when their room door would open.

Agent Bailey Best, restrained in her bed, seated upright, stared at the door. She was not nervous, nor excited for a visit from Willow Winchester, who over the course of her stay was injecting her with various drugs, placing headphones on her head, having her stare at a video screen, undergoing hypnosis. Her mental sharpness, what made her a supreme agent, was dimming, that she knew. She felt the slow ebbing of her mental focus on escaping fading. She knew her captor was a dangerous slave trader and psychologist of some renown, and on some level knew she should worry. Yet she felt distant from the fears she should have.

Agent Bailey Best’s head and eyes opened and became focused as she saw Willow enter the sterile white room.

“Ah, very good, Agent Best,” Willow Winchester said in a chipper voice. “Would you like me to explain what is happening to you?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the agent replied softly, her eyes intently focused on her captor, moving her still restrained hands, though not fully registering the bonds had been lengthened.

“Good girl, Bailey,” the Doctor said with intent, then sitting back and watching as the Agents eyes rolled up in her head, a feeling of pleasure coursing through her body.

Once the feeling passed, the smiling Willow continued.

“You have been injected with a series of drugs, and then provided a specific series of stimuli designed to weaken your will and help you feel more pleasure as a result of the stimuli,” Willow explained. “Have you noticed your mental acuity has been reduced greatly?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the agent responded.

“Good girl, Agent Best,” the white clad captor replied, again watching as the pleasure was indeed felt by the captive.

Again the Agent felt the stimulus after being called ‘good girl’, though she was not cognizant enough to make the connection.

“And doesn’t that pleasure feel amazing, like a reward, Agent Best?” Willow continued.

“Yes, Ma’am,” the agent replied.

“You have been here two weeks, Agent,” Willow informed the captive. “I know you must make contact with your lifeguard within the next two weeks, so we will begin your next phase of mental reconditioning.”

Willow pulled back the blanket covering the captive, who was fully naked, and she removed the clamps on the nipples and rolled up the cords and placed them neatly under the bed. The white lab coat wearing Willow then reached between the legs of the federal agent and pulled out a phallus with a resounding “pop”, then unhooked the cords to it, placing them both neatly under the bed. At that point the captive realized her hands could not have reached her breasts or between her legs to remove the attachments- even if she had a thought about doing just that.

Agent Best’s eyes opened widely as the clamps and phallus were removed, but audibly said nothing.

“Good girl, Agent Best,” the dominant said, gauging the results with no stimulus present in the captive.

Bailey closed her eyes, and the tell tale signs of pleasure were evident, allowing the captor a wicked smile to cross her face.

“I see you enjoy that, Agent Best,” Willow said, crossing to the medical cabinet where she took out a rubber hose, syringe and vial. “That has been the result of your conditioning thus far…”

The embarrassed Agent could not look at her captive, as Willow secured the rubber hose to the right arm of the agent.

“Agent Best, you are coming along very well, the preliminary training has been flawless,” Willow said as she placed the wrist and hand of the captive flat on the bed. “Now it is time for you to begin deeper hypnosis.”

Upon seeing the syringe being filled with the contents of yet another vial, Bailey withdrew her hand and wrist, drawing it to her chest as much as the length of the restraining would allow.

“Agent Best, please place your hand where I placed it,” the captor said firmly. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Move your hand now.”

Bailey put her hand back where WIllow wanted it, and the captor tightened it with the restraints before depositing the contents into the arm, saying “Good girl, Agent Bailey….”

The captive smiled as she placed the bed fully upright, enjoying watching the captive feel the pleasure once again, this time beginning to associate it with an injection from Willow.

Across from the captive sat a single white candle in a white candle holder on a table, surrounded by a curved mirror. Anywhere she looked, Agent Bailey Best saw her own reflection from that specially made mirror.

“Focus on the flame, Agent Best,” Willow instructed as she lit the candle. “Watch the flame as it flickers, as it waves…”

Bailey Best’s breathing slowed as she focused.

“You find the candle so soothing, so relaxing as you simply sit and watch the flame as you listen to my voice,” Willow continued.

Bailey Best took a deep, cleansing breath as she watched and focused on the white candle, the latest drug ensuring compliance.

“As you look at the flame Agent Best you see your own eyes, reflecting calm and serenity as you feel yourself relaxing more and more,” Willow furthered. “Heavy tired eyes reflecting, eyes that want to rest, and listen, and no longer wish to fight. Take a deep breath, Agent Best…”

Bailey took a deep breath as Willow smiled as her drugs and her hypnosis began to take hold of the federal agent.

“Keep your focus on that flame, as it flickers and waves, so does your desire to fight me, Agent Best,” Willow stated as fact. “Those eyes, getting heavier and more tired as they watch the flame, watch your will waver, no longer wishing to fight but to just close and relax and listen to me as I help you relax, and end your fight. Help you end your worry… Take a deep breath, Agent Best…”

Bailey Best took another deep breath as her pretty hazel eyes began to lose their focus, and her eyelids started becoming heavier.

“All you need to do Agent Bailey is watch the flame, watch it wave, smoke leaving the candle like your will leaving you… you feel it, and that means no more worry,” Willow added. “No more worry means just pure bliss… all you need to do is listen to me, Agent… Take a deep breath in through your nose, and out through your mouth. That is how you breathe when you watch the flame, Agent…”

Bailey Best took a deep breath in through her nose, and out through her mouth.

“Excellent, Agent Best… now continue to look at that flame, and the smoke as it leaves the candle as you feel your will leaving your mind… feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier as the smoke leaves the candle, as your will leaves your mind…” Willow pushed. “Your eyelids are getting too heavy to leave open, and soon you know they will have to close… Take a deep breath, Agent Best…”

Bailey Best breathed deeply, again in through the nose and out through her mouth, as Willow Winchester smiled.

“Your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, Agent Best, watching the smoke leave the candle, at the same rate your will leaves your mind… and very soon, when your will has left your mind, your eyes will close and you will feel amazing and relaxed and ready to go deeper into that blissful relaxing feeling of having no worry…” Willow continued. “There’s no rush for your will to leave your mind, but you will know when your will has left, your eyes will close and you will sink so deep it will feel wonderful… take a deep breath, Agent Best…”

Bailey Best, eyes fluttering, took a deep breath in through her nose with an exasperated exhale out of her mouth.

“Agent Best, look at your eyes in the mirror through the flame… how soft, how weak they look as your will leaves your mind as you watch the smoke leave the candle…remembering that your eyes will close when your will is completely gone…” Willow said with a smile. “Please fight as hard as you can, Agent Best… now take a deep breath…”

Bailey Best complied, taking another deep breath in through the nose, out the mouth as she watched the flame dance.

“Watch that flame dance, Agent Best, as the last remains of your will dance away… watch the smoke rise, as your will weakens, and your eyes get heavier and heavier… see your own eyes getting heavier in the mirror as you look through the flame into the mirror…” Willow said, enjoying the journey for her drugged captive. “Fight to the very end, Agent Best… do try and keep your will intact… take a deep breath, Agent…”

Bailey Best again followed the suggestion and took a deep breath as she was benign trained—in through the nose, out through the mouth.

“Agent Best you are doing so well, fighting so hard to keep your will… but your eyelids, feeling so heavy, are just about ready to help your mind give up your will…” Willow smiled. “Take a deep breath, Agent Best….”

Bailey Best took her next deep breath in as she was taught. In through the nose. Out through the mouth.

“Agent Best, you have fought a very good fight to maintain your will, but the smoke is blowing from the candle now, just as your will is taking flight with the smoke, your eyelids getting so heavy…” Willow instructed. “So heavy, it is time for you to end your fight, to feel bliss, to end all your worry… Take a deep breath, Agent Best…”

Bailey Best breathed. In through the nose. Out through the mouth.

“Agent Best, doing so very well listening, fighting so hard, as your eyelids look so heavy, watching the candle smoke flitter away like your will from your mind…” Willow followed. “When your will is gone, your heavy, tired eyes will close, and you will sink into perfect, hypnotic bliss ready to feel no more worry… take a deep breath, Agent Best…”

Bailey Best breathed her last breath as a free woman. In through the nose, out through her mouth. How to breathe when looking into the candle…

“So very close, Agent Best… your eyelids are too heavy to stay open… your mind allowing your will to take its leave…and you feel it too…” Willow said calmly and slowly. “There is no shame in feeling that perfect bliss, without worry, as your eyes close and your will leaves you completely…feeling that bliss as you listen and relax for me…”

Bailey Best’s eyes closed, her chin fell into her chest as she simply breathed and listened.

“Very good, Agent Best, your eyes have closed, what does that mean for your will?” Willow asked. “So easy to listen to me and respond, Agent…”

“My will is gone…” Bailey said softly and slowly, a carefree, hypnotized smile on her face.

‘Very good girl, Agent Bailey…” Willow said, looking at the submissive shuddering as pleasure flowed through her body. “Did that pleasure feel wonderful?”

“Yessss Ma’am….” Bailey replied softly.

“You will always remember that I provide that pleasure to you, Agent Best…” Willow said pointedly. “And with your will gone, you want to feel that pleasure, don’t you?”

“Yess, Ma’aammm.” the Agent hissed in response, enjoying the conditioned pleasure feeling.

“Very good girl, Agent Best…” Willow reinforced, watching the captive feel those feelings again, waiting for the pretty mother to stop feeling pleasure before continuing.

“Remember who allows you to have these feelings, Agent Best… tell me who allows you to feel this pleasure?” Willow asked.

“You do…Ma’aammmm.” Bailey answered.

“Tell me the name of the person who allows you to feel this pleasure without will, without worry, Agent Best…” Willow demanded.

“Willow Winchester….” Bailey responded, without hesitation, but slowly and softly.

“Very good girl, Agent Best…” Willow reinforced, again waiting before continuing.

Bailey smiled at the feelings of pleasure, her eyes closed, her face showing no worry.

“There is a word for someone with no will, who gets to experience such amazing pleasure at the hand of another, Agent Best,” Willow pushed. “Do you know what someone with no will is called, Agent?”

“Noooo, Ma’aamm.” the captured agent answered.

“They are called slaves,” Willow said. “Tell me what you are called when you have no will, Agent Best…”

“Sllaavvee….” Bailey said slow but steady.

“Very good girl, slave…” Willow pushed, waiting for Bailey to come down from her latest conditioned feeling of pleasure before moving along.

“If you want to feel more pleasure, simply tell me that you are a slave, Agent Best…” WIllow ordered.

“Iii ammm aaaa sssllaavve…..” Bailey replied in staccato tone.

“Very good girl, you are my slave,” Willow praised.

Again Bailey felt that pleasure. Again Willow patiently waited for the feelings to subside in the hypnotized slave before continuing.

“Slaves have owners, don’t they Agent Best?” Willow asked.

“Yyyeeesssss, Ma’am...” Bailey replied.

“And you are a slave since you have no will….” Willow asked. “Admit you are a slave, Agent Bailey…”

“Iii ammm a ssslllavvve….” the federal agent admitted.

“Good girl, Agent Best…” Willow said, triggering another wave of pleasure through the hypnotized Bailey.

WIllow smiled, her white teeth flashing and outshining her all white outfit, waiting for the pleasure to subside before continuing her yo-yo conditioning of taking the Agent up and down in pleasure, reminding her who was in control of the entire exercise.

“Slaves have owners, don’t they Agent Best?” Willow asked, knowing the answer.

“Yyyesss, Ma’amm.” Bailey answered.

“Good girl, slave Agent Best…” Willow said, reminding the federal agent of her new status, reinforced with the pleasure trigger, waiting for the feelings to pass before finalizing the connection in the mind of the captured agent.

“Slaves have owners, so you must have an owner, one who gives you pleasure, one who hypnotizes you, one who owns your will, and molds your mind,” Willow stated firmly. “Who gives you pleasure, who controls your will, Agent Best, tell me the name of your owner who controls your will, who gives you pleasure…”

“Wwwiilllowww Wwwinnnchheessssttterr…..” Agent Bailey Best admitted, causing her new owner to smile.

“Very good girl, my slave,” Willow praised.

Agent Bailey Best, eyes closed, writhed in the bed as she felt the pleasure once again.

“There is a word slaves use to respectfully refer to their owners, Agent Best…” Willow suggested strongly. “That word, that you must always use when referring to your owner, is ‘Mistress’, repeat what you will call your owner, slave Agent Best…”

“Mmmmissstressss….” Bailey replied softly.

“Open your eyes, and look at me,” Willow ordered.

Bailey Best opened her eyes and saw her owner.

“Who am I, slave Agent Bailey Best?” Willow asked with a smile.

“Mistresss…..” the new slave responded.

“Good girl, slave….”

Bailey felt the pleasure and closed her eyes until pleasure subsided, eventually settling back in to look at her Mistress.

“Feel good, slave?” Willow asked.

“Yesss…. Misstresss….”

* * *

In the room next to Bailey’s, her renamed daughter, the former Brianna Best, now Margitte Magnussen, lay unconscious, her body having undergone several surgeries changing her appearance, facially and in body. A nose job, work on the eyes and jawline gave the girl a more strong nordic appearance, while she was given 300CC implants in her breasts to enlarge her natural ‘b’ cup. The teen was also given implants to widen her hips for a more hourglass figure.

In the bed, she was restrained, though she had been unconscious since her first surgery the day after her captivity began. Her eyes were covered, so even if she were awake, she would not be able to see, or remove bandages to see.

Willow Winchester looked in on the girl, and after two weeks her healing was well underway from her bodywork.

“Margitte, you will be so beautiful, in body and mind when I am through….” the domme, the ‘White Witch’ based on her mostly white wardrobe. “But we need another week of healing before we can perfect your mind to match that body…”

* * *

Agent Bailey Best stood in her 4 inch heels, otherwise completely naked save for the collar and leash around her neck- the leash tethered to a post in the center of the room she was currently being trained in, as she was walking in clockwise circles through the room.

“I am owned, I am a slave, I have no worries, I obey my Mistress…” the federal agent said, looking into a mirror with the word “Owned Slave” written above the mirror before she walked in the circle to the next stop.

“Obedience is pleasure, Mistress provides me pleasure…” Bailey said in the mirror as she felt a slight feeling of pleasure as she obeyed.

“I am a slave, Mistress knows what is best for me…” the agent said as she hit the thirst station, a mirror with the words “Mistress Knows Best” written above the mirror.

“I am Agent Bailey Best, I work for the agency but I am loyal to my Mistress….” the captive said, snapping to attention as she looked in a mirror, the words “Federal Agent Slave Bailey Best” written above the mirror.

Round and round the agent went, from station to station, obeying her hypnotic suggestions to complete the mantra stations hours at a time.

Bailey stopped as she heard the cadence of Willow Winchester’s heels getting louder, making their way to where she was conditioning herself for her Mistress.

When the door opened, Agent Bailey Best stopped, moved to her Mistress and knelt at her feet.

“Worship…” the domme ordered, and smiled as the kneeling federal agent kissed her left foot, then her right foot before resuming her kneeling slave position.

Kneeling.

Eyes down.

Back straight.

Chest forward.

Hands holding up her breasts.

“Good Girl, Agent,” Willow praised, sending pleasure through the slave. Once the pleasure coursed through and finished, the conditioned submissive looked at the feet of her Mistress.

“How long have you been deepening your conditioning, Agent?” Willow asked.

“Mistress, it has been 2 hours,” Bailey answered.

“Excellent, Bailey,” the Mistress said. “You have another task to learn, on your feet.”

Bailey got to her feet, and looked down at her Mistress’ heels, as the domme unhooked the leash from the center pole and gave it a gentle tug as she walked over to a medical cabinet. Willow took out a syringe, a vial and an orange, and then showed the captive Agent how to fill, remove any air, and then inject the needle into a person’s veins using the orange as the sample.

How long the pair practiced this the agent had no idea, but once satisfied, the dominant returned to her room. Willow Winchester instructed the agent to lay in bed, where she connected the nipple clamps and cords to the breasts of Bailey.

“Spread…” Willow instructed, and smiled as the submissive separated her legs so her Mistress could insert a phallus with the cord attached.

“Sleep, slave…” Willow said, followed by a SNAP of her fingers.

The Mistress then placed headphones on her slave, smiled, and then turned on the conditioning tape and the clamps and phallus.

* * *

“Ready to see the new you, Margitte?” the white clad Willow asked the surgically changed young woman in the bed.

Groggily, the girl nodded, confused as her head was still clearing. Her eyes were still covered as she woke from her long post surgery healing slumber, unsure of circumstances.

As she was helped to sit up, the girl noticed a heaviness on her chest as her hands were still bound. Her body felt different, though there was no pain at this point. She felt bandages on her face, and her eyes were closed, as she felt tape on either side of her head across the eyes, with bandages in between.

“There you are, Margitte,” Willow said, as the girl sat upright, a mirror straight away from her, reflecting her new image back in her direction. “We are just going to take off the bandages now, we have been changing them while you have been a good girl and sleeping as you healed. You are fully healed now.”

The girl didn’t say a word as hands worked to remove the facial bandages, then slowly removed the tape covering the eyes. Before completely allowing the girl’s eyes to be freed to see, Willow cleaned the bandage and tape marks from the head of the girl.

“There you go, Margitte, the only thing left is the patches on the eyes,” Willow said. “Ready to see yourself, Margitte?”

“I’m not Margitte…” the girl replied, defiantly.

“And they are off,” Willow said. “Open them slowly, Margitte.”

The girl opened her eyes and screamed.

“What have you done to me?!?” she screamed, as she noticed a different face, albeit a very pretty face with a strong jawline, perfect nose and almond shaped eyes.

“I have made you perfect, Margitte,” Willow said. “Well so far only your body is perfection, but the mind will follow soon enough…”

“Look at these! What have you done?!?” Margitte screamed, talking about her large breasts.

Willow looked over to the door, ignoring the girl’s cries and screams. In came a pair of women, both in white latex leaving no imagination as to their shape, with one being led on a leash.

“Mother!” the girl in bed shouted. “Help me, get us out of here! It’s me, Brianna!”

Bailey Best did not recognize the girl in the bed, a result of her Mistress’ training, and did nothing at the screams of her daughter, she simply obeyed what her Mistress instructed her to do.

“Sorry Margitte, she doesn’t recognize you now,” Willow said, stroking the girl’s cheek. “Nobody will. But it is time for your mental conditioning to begin…Agent, if you will do the honors…”

“Yes, Mistress, it is my honor to serve you,” Bailey Best responded without emotion.

The mother and federal agent walked to the medicine cabinet, opened it, and took out a rubber hose, a vial of clear liquid, and a needle. She moved to where her daughter lay, and pulled the arm restraints so the girl in the bed could not move her arm. The mother then placed the hose around the upper arm, then filled the vial with the liquid before squeezing the air out of it, unsmiling as she was focused on the task at hand.

“Stop! Mother! what are you doing?!” the girl in the bed screamed, her tethered arms not providing any defense.

Agent Bailey Best then emptied the needle into the arm of the woman in the bed. Her daughter’s arm.

“Your mind needs to be conditioned…” Bailey said, finishing her task as her Mistress smiled. “Mistress wants you to become perfect…”

Bailey then took the ever present headphones and placed them on her daughter’s head and moved away from the bed.

Margitte fought the drug in her system, but eventually the drug won. The last thing she saw before succumbing to the drug was her mother kneeling and kissing the feet of her Mistress.

Then darkness… and the voice of Willow becoming her drugged soundtrack.