Nobody was really sure how it had happened, but, a former professional dominatrix had been elected as the Prime Minister. Foul play was suspected but, never proven. There was an initial outcry and protests were held all over the country, but, it soon became clear that she was actually doing a decent job and so the protests ran out of steam and those who had voiced their discontent turned their attentions to more pressing matters.
Behind the scenes, it was a different story. The new Prime Minister established a secret research and development department known as the Ministry of Bondage (MOB). It's mission was two-fold. It was to seek out devices to enslave the submissive side of the population and create such devices where one was not already in existence. It was also to create awareness of the fetish lifestyle with an aim to making in become mainstream.
Of course, not many people actually knew about this. Oh sure, they noticed that ads and TV shows were gradually featuring more fetish content, but, the world had been becoming more sexual for years, so nobody really paid it any attention.
And so life went on, until the day that the MOB created the ultimate remote control...
The ultimate remote control was a project started in the first weeks of the MOB's existence. It was a project to see if some form of mind control could be exercised over individuals to make them sexually submissive.
It was regarded as a flight of fancy by most, including Stephanie Lux, the Prime Minister herself. But, being a favourite fetish of hers, she figured she may as well explore the possibility. Now it was two years in and very little had been heard of the project for some time.
The project had gradually been bumped down the line as its prospects of success had become more and more remote (pardon the pun) until it had eventually landed in the hands of a twenty two year old woman straight out of university named Paula McBain. Paula was the epitome of the girl next door, pretty without looking like a fashion model, average size but just curvy enough to attract attention, brown hair and a cute nose.
She had looked at the previous research when it had been dumped on her desk and immediately realised the problem. Where everybody had been focussing on how to make the target
receive
the transmissions from the remote, nobody had spent time on the signal being
sent
. Therefore, if she could only work out the correct frequency, it would be very simple to use the remote control sending the signal to override the target's brainwaves and force them to obey.
It only took two months of trial and error for two working frequencies to be established and Paula had discovered something very interesting in that time. There was a working frequency for the deeply submissive and there was also one that had regular success on those who switched when they were in the right mood.
Paula also realised something about herself during the testing process, she was submissive. Before working for the MOB, she had never really explored her sexuality, working on this project had caused her to have all sorts of tingly dreams about submitting to powerful women wielding the ultimate remote control.
It scared her too though, the thought that she would not have the ability to do anything to stop this powerful woman having her way with her.
Stephanie was a forty year old woman, still in great shape with curves in all the right places and long, dark, wavy hair that contrasted beautifully with her ivory skin and almost feline green eyes. She heard the news about the ultimate remote control project and knew she had to drop everything and go to see the official test for herself.
***
The day of the official test arrived and Paula was very nervous as you would expect.
It wasn't just the potential rewards for a successful test -- promotion, financial bonuses, the Prime Minister's attention -- it was also the thought of what could happen if she was found out as submissive during the test.
The test needed to be thorough, so there were to be ten subjects -- identifiable only by a number drawn on their bodies with a marker pen. Each was to wear a hood so that they could not later be identified by the testers or the witnesses and the only person who would really know who everyone was would be Paula.
There were five men and five women -- aged between twenty and thirty five. Two men and two women were to be openly submissive, two of each were to be switches and the other man and woman were to be curious about submission. Prime Minister Stephanie Lux was to wield the remote control herself.
Paula got herself ready for work just like any other day. She showered, got dressed and ate breakfast before getting into her car for the half-hour commute.
Once she got to the MOB, she was informed of a problem, the curious woman had changed her mind, without her the test would not be complete and it might be months before another date could be arranged.
Was there anyone in the department who knew someone who might be interested? Paula couldn't think, she needed someone and she needed them fast, but, who?
Paula would never know what made her do it, why she thought of the solution of substituting herself in, but it seemed perfect at the time. Was she not curious about submission? Wouldn't her face be hidden by the hood? No one would ever need to know it was her. After all she was meant to be in a separate room monitoring the recording devices to ensure that every moment of the testing was available for later analysis. The equipment was all automatic, she could do this and get away with it.
Paula disrobed in the women's toilets next to the testing room just like the other female subjects had done before her. She was to be the last one up. Her pussy was already sopping wet from having watched the previous tests.
Mistress Stephanie (as she had insisted upon being called by all her subjects) was powerful and sexy. She had made her previous subjects obey a wide range of orders each over a half hour to an hour period per test. They had had to submit to whips and canes, to spankings, to worshipping her feet and arse, to behaving like puppies, to wetting themselves and licking it up, to being used as furniture and to pose in various positions.
Paula felt butterflies in her stomach as she wrote the number 10 on her left breast and pulled on and tightened her hood.
She knocked and entered.
Instantly, she felt a compulsion to go to the centre of the room and kneel. Unable to stop herself, she strode to the spot and knelt with her hands resting on her knees -- palms up and her head high and facing forwards.
'So, you're the confused little subbie who's agreed to let me play with her.' It was a statement, Mistress Stephanie was gauging her reaction and Paula knew it.
She also knew from watching the earlier tests that there was only one answer that would not result in painful punishment, "Yes Mistress Stephanie."
Mistress Stephanie stepped into view and smiled, an amused twinkle clearly visible in her eyes. "Good girl, I'm glad to see you remembered your manners,"
The remote was pointed at her and Paula once again felt that uncontrollable compulsion to obey. She moved forwards on all fours and kissed the tip of each of Mistress Stephanie's boots then returned to her kneeling position.
Mistress Stephanie spoke again. "I wonder where we got you from, you pretty little thing. I know that the original subject whose place you took chickened out at the last minute. Oh, well, time for that later." With that, she levelled the remote at Paula again and pushed another button.
Paula found herself turning around and crawling over to a corner of the room shrouded in darkness. As she got close, a light suddenly came on and illuminated a child's wading pool full of mud.
Paula wanted to resist, she hated being dirty, but, the compulsion was too strong and she felt herself crawling into the pool and rolling around so that she thoroughly coated herself in the gooey contents. Even as she did it, Paula felt her mind screaming at her to stop, that this was disgusting.
Mistress Stephanie stepped in front of her as she knelt back up and started grabbing great big handfuls of mud and began to rub it into her chest.
Another compulsion came over her as the remote was pointed in her direction once more.
Paula grabbed one more handful and plunged her fingers into her sopping cunt as Mistress Stephanie commanded her to look at her.
And so, blushing beneath her hood, Paula masturbated with mud as she looked up at the Prime Minister. Just as she got close though, the remote came out once more and she had to stop.
A frustrated whimper escaped her lips.
Mistress Stephanie spoke once again, "the mud you've just been enjoying so much was created especially for today, would you like to know how?"
Paula knew something bad was coming, but, her pussy juiced in spite of herself.
"It was created by dominant men and women pissing on the dirt, dirt like you."
Paula gasped as the remote was levelled at her again and she was forced to resume her masturbation. Her fingers once again began to do their work on her as she was forced to rub handful after handful of piss-soaked mud into her aroused body.
Once again she was forced to stop.
"Please Mistress Stephanie", Paula begged, "let me cum."
"I think you've had far too much freedom so far slave, so no." Mistress Stephanie's reply was not what she wanted to hear.
A tear of frustration escaped down her cheek as she saw the remote again and felt herself get up and face away from Mistress Stephanie with her arms crossed behind her back, her hands gripping her opposing elbow.
