'Welcome to the House'
Author's Note:
I've included the kinks at the start of each chapter so if you don't like it, don't read it. You should however be able to skip to any chapter you want without the need to follow the entire plot. If you happen to be an artist and want to contribute any illustrations based on my stories, PM me! (I'd love to see that...)
Disclaimer:
The following story is fiction and not based on any actual events. I'm just fulfilling my own twisted fantasies. *grins*
Tags:
FF, lezdom, humiliation, mind control
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Madame Prunella Snyde lived in an old Georgian mansion on top of a hill in one of the city's most expensive neighbourhoods. The house sat off the beaten path, meaning most people didn't drive nearby the place unless they were on their way to see her. Aside to the mansion, Prunella owned a nightclub on the outskirts of the city and a number of other establishments. She was wealthy. She was powerful. She was an enigma.
No one knew where she had come from or what her background had been. Certainly, no one knew how she had managed to acquire the estate which used to belong to one of the richest families in the area until the last generation had passed away some years ago. However, no one complained. Prunella was generous to the local community, often writing checks to help local development efforts, church repairs, school field trips and numerous fundraising drives. But she mostly kept to herself. And not without good reason.
Those in her inner circle had an idea how she made her money. In fact all of them were the reasons she continued to enjoy such a lavish lifestyle, paying her a great deal of money for favors and services that only she could provide. Those people were themselves powerful and so, her influence endured.
It was in a corner of the estate on the East Wing that the room was to be found, though it didn't appear on the blue prints. Set underground, the room was practically a bunker, stretching across almost an acre and only accessible through a series of tunnels from the main house. That was where they took their subject.
Three weeks was the timeframe they needed but they worked quickly. They had the space to set up everything required, from the lab equipment to the holding chair. The subject was kept mostly in the chair, strapped in tight and kept topped up with the concoctions that would keep her asleep when they needed and in a hazy state of consciousness at other times. The projector screen in front of the chair flashed continuously with images and words while the audio tape played on loop, Prunella's voice repeating in clipped, authoritative tones. Their subject stared into the screen, not acknowledging anything, just absorbing.
Days passed. The levels of responsiveness seemed to match their initial research and encouraging reports came out every evening. Occasionally, Prunella would check in, wanting to observe their techniques and fascinated by the science behind it all, though she only understood bits and pieces. Throughout, the subject seemed to remain in a permanent state of vegetation.
Then came the day they told her the procedure was finished and that everything had gone to plan. Now it was just a case of finding out if it worked as well as they hoped. And Prunella Snyde was happy to be the person in charge of that test. Either way, the law wouldn't touch her.
The anticipation was over. The room was dismantled. The money transferred. Silence assured.
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"Wakey wakey."
Stephanie awoke. The world was blurry at first. Unknown. She didn't know where she was and couldn't remember how she'd got there. The voice wasn't one she recognized. Slowly, the room came into focus as what seemed to be a decadent ballroom ceiling. She tried to move her hands to wipe her eyes but found that she couldn't. Panicking suddenly, she tried to stand and just as before, discovered herself to be immobile.
"Where am I?" she croaked. "Hello? Who's there?"
She looked around and found she was lying on the floor on her side. Her hands were tied behind her and her ankles were bound together. It didn't take much longer for her to begin to recognize this as being a very bad thing.
What the fuck?
she thought to herself.
"Good morning." The voice was a woman's. It had an English accent and had a breathy, seductive quality to it that oozed confidence. "Welcome to the first day of the rest of your new life."
"Where the fuck am I?"
Stephanie raised her head towards the mysterious woman standing next to her. She was middle-aged but slim and attractive. Stephanie could make out blonde hair, dark eyes under sharp arching eyebrows and thick blood red lips. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jodhpurs and knee-high riding boots, accompanied by a velvet black riding jacket.
What is this? A riding school? What am I doing here?
She tried to move again, pulling hard on her wrists to try to break the silk rope wrapping her hands together.
"Hey! Let me go! What the hell is this?!"
"I am Madame Prunella Snyde..." said the English woman, stepping closer, her hands on her hips and her visage bearing down on her with an amused smirk. "...and you are in my fabulous home. Lucky you to have been granted such a privilege."
Prunella who? Is this a prank?
Stephanie tried to think back to where she was before the world had gone fuzzy. She remembered going to work and then dolling herself up for a night out. With...David!...The restaurant....Going back to the office with him and looking out at the city. But then...what?...
"I don't know what this is but you better tell me right now or I'm calling the cops," Stephanie growled. If she was bothered by the threat, the older woman didn't show it. Stephanie struggled against the bonds again.
"Oh, do stop struggling like that," the woman said. "It's so unseemly."
Stephanie felt herself suddenly relax but didn't know why. Was it something the woman had said? Or was her body just exhausted?
