The next day, Christine had her normal workload to deal with. She thought about cancelling everyone, but a little normalcy might help her frazzled nerves, and she could find time to work on other tasks too. For instance, when she had her slave April tied up and struggling on the bench, the hogtie and accompanying commands were enough to send the captive woman into a frustrated state of incognizance. The domme figured she could work a little on another task. She sat in front of the computer after securing the mask over her slave's head; she left the ear holes zipped to keep her activities private.
The words had floated around her head since she'd woken up in the morning, both from Ava's programming and from her own. She wanted to make three new recordings; one was a strengthening routine for Ava's slavery, one a deprogramming message for Rachel and the third a reality check for herself. Several of the dreams the night before had been disturbing and the little shivers she felt even now had to be purged from her system.
First for Ava. "You are a weak, submissive woman. You hide it by acting strong and controlling, but your subconscious knows you need to be tamed. It rewards you with delicious pleasure for each yielding gesture, each obedient action, each compliant thought. You recognize your proper place in the world and need your Mistress to command you." Still needed work, but not bad.
Now for herself. "You are strong, controlling, domineering. You are not a slave. No woman owns or controls you. You are an independent thinker; you act on your own, for yourself. You relish your free will and you relish taking free will from others. You love watching your slaves become resigned to their fate and submit, and you love how much they come to enjoy it. Being a slave sickens you. Making your family slaves disgusts you. Neither is desirable or arousing in any way. Anyone who threatens your family must become your slave." Pretty good. Rachel could use the same thing.
Looking at April, she thought maybe she had time now. Rachel shouldn't be home from school for a while, so a little reprogramming was in order. Every bit helped. It was always worrying to get on the machine, but it was mixed with a bit of anticipation at the thought of the intrusion in her most intimate areas - mind as well as sex.
She grabbed a small vibrator, more a tease than anything else. She walked over to April and gently slipped it in. It was a little awkward with the angle of her hips against the table, but the small plastic instrument eventually slid into April's slick folds. She shivered and tried to grind her hips into Christine's hand, continuing to rock in her bonds after the domme walked away. Christine smirked, wondering if Rachel would react the same way when she was tied... Christine stopped the thought.
She drew in a deep breath. 'OK, deprogramming has to happen now,' she thought.
The machine was terrifying and inviting. Christine triple checked that the right program was in place. A mistake here could leave her much worse off. Steeling herself, she gently sat on the machine, squeezing her thighs together over the pommel to hold the remote. She grabbed the remote and put her legs in place, then fastened the straps as best she could with one hand holding the remote. She shivered in anticipation thinking of how slack-jawed and open she'd be in a few minutes... She hit the start button but held onto the remote.
It didn't take long for the spiral to capture her mind or the insistent vibrations to link the whispering words invariably to pleasure.
Rachel slipped down the stairs towards the basement. She had headed home during an assembly, wondering what to do. Something had gone very wrong last night; her world had turned on end and she had to fix it. Ava was leashed and following Rachel's mother. It grated, knowing that the one true Mistress of the house was acting so deferential towards a woman that should herself be kneeling. Other thoughts came unbidden, that it was the way things should be, that she herself should be controlling. They fought for primacy in her mind, attempting to thwart the submissive desires Ava had implanted. Some part of her was heading down to take up a whip alongside her mother, while another was going down to beg to be whipped. Both were arousing, and she wasn't sure which was going to win.
April, the latest mind-fucked woman her mother was working on, should be tied up on the table. She was sure about that after what Christine had said. Her mom also had mentioned possibly recording new messages, ones that were meant for herself and Ava. Rachel barely heard through the door the clicks and distinct whirring of the programming machine as it spun up, capturing whoever was riding it and putting her in an open, programmable trance. Maybe mom had changed her plans for April? She went over her explanation about why she was home, how she was going to help with April, as she fixed her face in the right smiling mask and walked into the basement.
What she found was disconcerting, even knowing that her mother had mentioned her own deprogramming. April was still on the table, hogtied and squirming. Christine had put herself on the machine and was already slack. The remote had fallen to the ground, so it didn't matter whether Christine woke or not; she was strapped in and would soon learn whatever lesson she was supposed to. Rachel's face dropped out of the smile to surprise, then back to a smile. Her mother would be in her proper place again, as the head of the household.
No, as a slave.
Domme.
Slave.
Rachel shook her head, trying to sort out her own thoughts. Not long ago, she would've leapt at the chance to program her mother into a submissive, obedient toy of Ava's. Now, her head was warring with itself, trying to sort out her own desires. Was it wrong that her mother had led Ava around on a leash or not? Was it right to let her mother's deprogramming continue, or should she take the opportunity to nudge her mother back under Ava's thumb?
She stood perfectly still in indecision.
Her mind was torn. Another part of her wasn't, though, and was getting wet thinking of kneeling with her mom next to Ava. Thinking of being naked, tied up next to her mother. Thinking of serving Ava with Christine.
It won. She moved to the computer, and where the playing recording was marked Christine, she switched it to the one marked Ava. The she dashed up the stairs, dripping with her betrayal of her mother, hoping she wouldn't be able to fight back this time. With some part of her still warring inside, she fired a text off to Ava letting her know that she needed training, that the powerful thoughts her mother had put in her head needed to be squashed.
A faint sound outside of the machine caught Christine's attention before she slipped fully into trance. The door opening? Footfalls? She wasn't sure, and soon didn't care.
She woke with a little drool slipping down her chin. The straps opened like she'd programmed them to; she breathed a sigh of relief. It probably wasn't as dangerous as her fears made it but still, it was good to know she was free. She slipped off the saddle and stretched her stiff legs. The motion sent shivers around her crotch as her over-sensitized and abused pussy cried out in sweet agony. Recovery always took a while, and though she wished she could just collapse in bed and sleep it off, she'd have to get April out the door and get herself cleaned up before Rachel got home. Hopefully Ava would be over tonight as well and all of this could finally be set right.
As she came upstairs with April trailing, Rachel greeted her. "Hi mom! April's over, I see?"
Christine stopped at the top of the stairs. "Oh, Rachel. I didn't think you'd be home yet. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Assembly." She walked into the kitchen as Christine lead April out the door. "Brad showed me his panties today and got on his knees." Rachel smirked. "It was lovely. And that bitch Diane seethed! It was perfect!"
