Part 03: Indoctrination of the Slave
This is a work of fiction, the names used are fictional. Any relation to any person, real or imagined, living or dead, is purely unintentional and accidental.
Answering the bell, Robert opened the door, and was not surprised by what she had dressed in. He had assumed she would rebel, and show her independence. Good, he liked that, it meant she had spirit, and passion. He wanted both from his submissive mate.
Sherri entered without saying a word, and once in the living room told him in a mockery of her usual Lawyers voice "We need to discuss some of these terms, I would be willing to agree to some of them, but..."
Robert cut her off and told her "No negotiation, if you think you can negotiate, you wasted a trip. You will sign and agree to all of that. Do you understand?" It was time, time to establish the first levels of control, to strip her down mentally, and then rebuild her. The Military called the first day of Basic Training shock treatment. Shock them, show them that they aren't in Kansas anymore.
"I just wanted to see if we could limit" she started again and was cut off again.
"No, you are trying to talk your way out of it, trying to deal your way out of it. Sherri, shut the fuck up, and sign it, and agree to it. Do it now, or get your ass out of here, I have an errand to run." said Robert waiting.
His presence in the room was a physical force, like a hurricane viewed through a window. Sherri took the pen, and signed the copy he had kept, the one she had was in 50 pieces in her garbage.
Robert sat and signed next.
"Good come with me Slave." said Robert.
Sherri stood and followed, her head down, her mind reeling. She was doomed, and she knew it.
Robert stopped in the kitchen, and pointed to a door. "This is the door to the basement, the key is your fingerprint." he took some keys out of his pocket and put one in the side of the fingerprint scanner. "Place your index finger on the panel." he instructed her.
Sherri complied, and when she did, a light flashed red, and then green. She saw Robert turn the key back the other way, and told her to put it back. This time the light came on green as she did. He nodded and turned the key halfway, then removed it. Apparently the key operated the switch which had three positions. It was program, test, and then operation.
"Now the scanner is programmed to your finger as well. Since you failed to follow my first instructions properly, and dress as I told you to, you will undress here, and remove every article you are wearing. Jewelry included, and using your fingerprint in ten minutes, walk down to the Basement." Robert told her pocketing the keys. Turning he touched his own finger to the scanner, and she heard a lock click and he pulled the door open and started through. "Do you understand Slave?" he asked.
"Yes, but do I have to strip here?" she asked.
He stopped and turned to her "From this moment on, you will answer me with Yes Master, or No Master, if asking a question, you will begin by calling my name, Master, do you understand?"
Sherri hesitated, and finally forced a weak "Yes Master" through her mouth. This was utterly humiliating.
"I see you have a problem with surrendering yourself, so you will from this moment on never use 'I' or 'me' to describe yourself. You will refer to yourself as 'your slave' do you understand?" demanded Robert
Sherri nodded with tears in her eyes. This was humiliating. She couldn't speak. She finally forced out a nearly inaudible "Yes Master".
Robert nodded, and walked down the stairs, the door closed behind him, and she was alone.
Sherri cried for a minute, reached for her sweatshirt, and then raged again. Fuck him, I am going down there and tell him what he can do with his fingerprint lock and all his bullshit. He can fuck me if he wants to, but I am not prancing around nude because he says to.
Sherri reached for the handle and found it was secured. She put her finger to the lock's scanner screen, and she saw the green light come on, and heard the click. She pulled the handle again, and it opened this time.
She stormed down the stairs and reached the bottom, there was minimal light, small LED's lit the area poorly, and she looked around.
"Move into the light slave." said Robert from her right. She stepped towards the circle of light, now very afraid, and moved into it. It was the one area fully lit. It seemed to have three bright white floodlights pointing at it. She stepped into it and the rest of the room went from poorly lit, with vague shapes, to completely black.
Sherri tried to shield her eyes and looked around for Robert. He was suddenly next to her, wearing a black t-shirt and dark chino style pants.
"You were given instructions, and have disobeyed." he said taking her wrist and putting it into a leather cuff of some sort. He repeated the procedure on her left wrist and then moved quickly snapping both to a bar that was suspended overhead. Robert stepped out of the light and Sherri heard the wine of an electric motor and her arms were drawn upwards. She could still stand on the floor, her arms were not drawn tightly, but were straight enough that she had little body slack left.
Sherri was crying now, tears in her eyes, she begged "Please don't do this, please let me go." and she knew as she begged it was useless. She was in the hands of a sadistic lunatic, and had no choice but to endure.
