Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 58185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
My lips parted, but no sound came out; all I could seem to do was form the beginning of a wh word. My brain wouldn’t even tell me which wh word I meant to say. Somewhere I knew that I didn’t want to be walking toward Mr. Alden’s desk, that I didn’t want to bend over and rest my weight on my elbows… and yet I did those things.
“It’s called a compliance wand,” I heard him say from behind me. “The secret is that it can’t make you do anything you don’t, deep down, really want to do.”
I blinked. I turned my head over my shoulder to see him advancing slowly toward me. My tummy flipped, and an impulse to try again to flee formed in my mind. It went nowhere.
“Eyes forward, Ingrid,” Mr. Alden said, in the same easy but frighteningly authoritative tone. “You may not look me in the eye when I am disciplining you.”
CHAPTER 4
Joseph
I hadn’t wanted to use the compliance wand on Ingrid Vogel so soon. I had no doubt that the wand would represent an important part of her training, of course. Her psychosexual profile identified her as a nearly perfect candidate both for the position as my unit’s executive secretary and for the kind of erotic discipline that the device had brought to a new state of perfection. But my dominant instincts, shaped by millions of years of human evolution before technology got involved, urged me to do my utmost with older, more natural means.
The most recent directive from corporate about the compliance wand, however, left me with no choice, really: they wanted the training of new secretaries expedited, and they considered the wand the best solution.
The secretarial program has proven immensely popular and highly effective throughout the organization, the latest memo had read. The transition from the traditional work of data entry, calendaring, and correspondence allowed by the rapid growth of automation has become an opportunity for Selecta to grow our core business to an unexpected extent, with the help of a growing secretarial pool: young women who can assist in managing executives’ increased portfolios and at the same time provide a needed boost in morale via their submissive sexuality.
To that end, we expect new secretaries’ training to occur in as efficient a manner as possible. The recent update to the firmware of the compliance wand issued to senior executives last year has rendered it the most useful possible tool, and except in cases of unusual early demonstrations of obedience it should be employed not as a last resort but rather as soon as a new secretary has shown her reluctance to submit to the first stage of her sexual training.
I had already left it a little longer than I knew corporate would have liked. My own boss, CEO John Grappler, five floors above me, would almost certainly receive an email at the end of the week telling him that in onboarding Ingrid Vogel I had wasted several minutes in demanding her compliance the old-fashioned way. I knew my boss well, though, and I trusted him. If John called me on the carpet to answer the charge of inefficiency, I knew that my honest excuse—that I had simply been having too much fun giving Ingrid the dominant treatment she so badly needed—would get me off the hook with a sly wink from the CEO.
I surveyed her lovely little body for a moment before I reached for the paddle. The conservative skirt and blouse, the tight blonde ponytail slightly disheveled by her struggles against my restraining hands. Her shoulders trembled a little, suggesting the conflict I knew must have flared very high inside her; she wanted to turn her head to look at me, but my order prevented it, thanks to the wand’s hold on her limbic system.
As I watched, a deep shudder went through her. I didn’t have to see the readout from the fancy equipment I knew was already monitoring her, deep in the bowels of Selecta’s psycho-biometric data facility: Ingrid Vogel had started to discover how embarrassingly good it felt to have her control over her body taken away and given to an older man.
I reached my left hand down to the surface of the desk to get the paddle. Ingrid’s head shook a little. I knew her eyes had gone there, to watch; as long as she didn’t turn her head and didn’t look me in the eye, the wand’s effect would allow her to use her gaze as she pleased.
“I’m going to pull your skirt back up now, sweetheart,” I told her. “Now that you’re obeying me, we can get this first part over with quickly, and then we’ll get your clothes off.”
Ingrid
The image of his hand, grasping the handle of the paddle and picking it up, lingered terrifyingly in my mind. I wanted to turn around and look at Mr. Alden, most of all, just so I could erase the picture of the horrible wooden blade with its oddly menacing holes. My body’s complete refusal to obey that impulse—the way my head trembled on my neck, preventing me from even shaking my head no—made me so lightheaded I felt sure I would faint within the next few seconds.