Edward let out a long slow controlled breath as he tapped his fingers repeatedly on the rim of the steering wheel.
“How long can these lights stay red for?” he mused to himself as he watched the minutes pass on his Rolex.
He never normally went this way, in fact he could not remember the last time he had taken this route across town – through the upper middle working class area – that he now found himself in.
He had taken the turn without really thinking about it, directing his custom spec 5lt BMW off its usual route, and now all he could do was fume quietly as he waited at yet another pedestrian crossing. He guessed correctly that as it was a school day and he had ventured passed several schools, that it must be the end of the school day for several hundred if not thousand students. As there were so many pupils venturing the streets making their way home the extensive pedestrian light system was now in full operation.
He was in the middle of making a mental note to himself to make sure to avoid this area at this time in the future when he causally turned his head and saw HER.
She was standing on the footpath accompanied by five other girls, all of them dressed in the same school uniform but somehow this one blonde stood out from all the rest.
Edward was drawn to this girl for a reason he simply couldn’t quite grasp yet.
Both the blonde and several others in the group stood out from the crowd, as they wore a distinctive school blazer, a very posh affair, comprising of the finest wool, tailored in a stylish figured in cut that did wonders for the physic of the young ladies that were expected to wear this blazer as part of their school attire.
Added to that the fact that the blazer’s weave was very eye catching, consisting of strong and bold, vertical navy, light blue and silver stripes. Edward had to blink a few times as the blazer’s stripes played on his eyes.
He thought that this blonde was simply resplendent in her uniform; it looked like she had put on a new uniform that morning!! Edward was used to seeing schoolgirls dressed rather sloppy in their uniforms.
But this schoolgirl seemed to wear her uniform with pride. Her short gray pleated skirt, looked crisp and sharp as it wrapped itself tightly around her slim waist, Edward smiled as he noted that she wore her school tie done up neatly and with her school blouse fully buttoned up, another lapse of school dress code that not many girls seemed to bother about these days.
The school tie also had three stripes, navy, ice blue and silver, set off smartly to a light blue checked school blouse.
Her white school socks looked clean if a little crumpled and pushed down her calves, and her black patent leather school shoes shone bright, with their modest three inch “block heel” design that it seems has become customary for schoolgirls to wear.
Edward’s gaze settled over the group of girls as his mind raced, there was something about that blonde that Edward couldn’t let go of, standing there dressed smartly in her school uniform, with her feet placed not just together but perfectly side by side, Edward smiled. With her perfect, pretty face and long blonde hair,
She looks almost on display!!!” Edward thought to himself.
Laughing and giggling with the rest of her friends her pretty face seemed to glow, she somehow appeared out of place
She was standing chatting with the group of other schoolgirls and yet despite also being dressed the in same school uniform as the others she simply shone. Edward could not take his eyes off this young girl, wondering how she could still be of school going age. Yes it was true she was wearing the school uniform, but as Edward slowly turned the powerful BMW around and carefully passed the group of girls. He was certain she had to be older, by several years at least, although at first glance she did appear to have the same style make up as the younger schoolgirls. This was perhaps as a means to pass herself off as being younger herself while in their company, but it certainly could never cover or hide the manner in which she held herself, both her posture and body language spoke volumes to Edward, this girl had to be older.
Edward parked the BMW passed the group of chatting friends and observed them for a few moments.
Yes he was certain she was older, but what was a senior doing making herself look like a junior?? If in fact she was still in school at all. So intrigued Edward had now become he reached onto the back seat and pulling his briefcase onto his lap he opened it and started taking out six of the new walkmans.
Looking in the rear view quickly counting the number of schoolgirls to make sure he had one for each of them.
They were very stylish slim and sleek looking walkmans with a strong feminine look to them. Boys would certainly not want to parade around with these. But girls Edward had found were certainly drawn to them.
And if not before listening to them, then unquestionably they would be afterwards. Edward smirked to himself as he began to pick which CDs to select. Edward had designed not only the CDs but also the walkmans to be very effect delivery systems for subliminal messaging.
The first five CDs he selected were from the popular enjoyment section of Edwards’s collection. These CDs had tracks containing subliminal messages that would simply elicit an enjoyable response from the listener when questioned, otherwise no permanent harm or effect was imposed upon the listener. Edward looked up and eyed the blonde that had caught his eye and for a moment his fingers toyed with a CD marked “total obedience” and then returned it to its case.
“No,” thought Edward; the first CD he had learned was the most important, where you began the process would dictate how long it would take and also its success rate. Start too strongly and you could risk mental trauma or even instability with total rejection of the process, that was certainly not something he wanted to risk in this instance. He shot a glance in his rear view again and was captivated as he watched her flick her long blonde hair with such confidence and elegance, that Edward wished he could simply click his fingers and in an instant make this raw jewel that he had found (by pure chance!!!) his alone.
But then he recalled, that the journey to the prize could also be very rewarding to watch too. Instead he selected a CD marked “attention catcher & thought tracer” this CD was different to the others he had selected for the rest of the group. Different in numerous ways the first and most important being that this CD was NOT totally harmless to the listener. It would, through powerful subliminal messaging, create and foster a deep and strong interest and attention in not only the giver of the CD – the giver in this case being Edward himself- but would also make the person very intrigued and interested in whatever subject the giver wanted to chat about. While it was doing this, the walkmans headpiece would be able to trace and record onto the reverse side of the CD all the thoughts and desires of the listener’s brainwaves.
After Edward prepared the six walkmans, making sure to note which one had the powerfully subliminal disk, he looked himself over in the mirror. Closing his top collar button and fixing his tie, he shot himself his winning smile that he knew would work on the girls. Then after going over the phony sales patter he would use on the naive schoolgirls, he splashed some rare cologne on his face; this cologne contained some powerful endorphins that simply helped men be more believable to women. And to young girls like these, with many surging hormones of their own…?
Edward smiled, knowing how much of an effect he was about to have on this innocent after-school meeting.
Hitting the power down button on the curbside passenger windows Edward listened for a short while, to understand first the level of conversation the schoolgirls were employing. He smiled after a while noting that it was the same harmless stuff that any other group of young ladies this age would be chatting about.
Fashion, make-up, the latest chart toppers and of course boys, but today they were also sharing their views on that typical first act of teenage personal identity rebellion, the tattoo!!!
Edward sat comfortably in the heated recline of his BMW and listened; the other five seemed to be trying to coax the blonde into getting one first, but the blonde was having none of it.
He could hear the general voice of the five others carry into his car.
“Go on Samantha, you should get one really, our parents would kill us if we did it, but yours would hardly even notice if you got one. And then we could tell all our parents that you have one, which would make it so much easier for us to get one. OOOhhhh please, won’t you get one Sam?”
Edward could here the blonde handle all this peer pressure in her stride.
“No way – for the last time, I think tattoos are so cheap looking and besides my parents would kill me too if they found out. And stop calling me by that nickname; I told you before I hate it when you do that.”
Edward enjoyed the show of teenage innocence these schoolgirls were playing out for him without even realizing they had acquired an audience. Hearing the blonde’s soft voice carry across to him strengthened he resolve that this girl was most certainly worth chasing.
There was also he noted a hint of a spoilt daddies girl to her voice, and she did hold herself with a certain pompous self-importance that was rarely seen in a girl of her young age.
“MMMMmmmmm tattoos, that might be an idea!!!” Edward thinks to himself out loud as his gives himself one final check in his rear view and then, wearing his fixed smile, opens his car door.
Edward exited the BMW and walked straight up to the giggling schoolgirls who were all attired in the same school uniform. He politely interrupted them and then flashed his winning smile as he spoke confidently to them all. Informing them they are the luckiest bunch of girls in their school. As they and they alone have been chosen to test a brand new range of products ranging from but not limited to clothes, make up, fashion accessories etc, etc, Edward smiled more to himself than to the girls as he watch their smiles widen and faces light up as he mentioned the possibility of free mobile phones, free shoes and other exciting new products, starting with these ultra light new modern walkmans, each girl snapped one up with giddy yelps and screams and started to try them on without a moment’s hesitation.
Edward smiled smugly to himself and was starting to gloat and compliment himself on how easy it had been for him to win their trust so quickly, when he noticed something rather odd. The blonde who had caught his eye was not as eager as the others. Instead she fingered the her walkman with suspicion and rolled it over several times in her hands. Edward did not want to lose this many devices and still fail to hit the very target that he was aiming for! So as the other five schoolgirls started listening to the CDs as they laughed and giggled Edward moved in beside the pretty blonde.
“Hello” smiled Edward “I see you may have some questions on the product?”
She simply glanced at him and flashed one of those I’m total unimpressed and bored looks that Edward always felt teenagers should be banned from using.
“All your friends seem to be interested in this research, is there anything I can help you with?”
But still she said nothing. Edward began wondering if she was immune to the cologne he was wearing, a possibility if she was indeed older than the others. He decided to try another tactic.
“What’s your name?” he asked again flashing his winning smile.
“Samantha…… Samantha Grainger.” Came the reply in one of the prissiest and snooty tones Edward had ever heard. Almost as if this petulant young girl totally expected him to know just whose she was, and how very valuable her time was.
“Well Samantha, your other friends all seem to like the walkman, is there something you don’t like about the product?” asked Edward using his best caring tone, but really wanting to find out as much as possible in a polite a way as possible.
“No its fine really,” Samantha replied in rather a dismissive tone. “You simply want all of us to have them? For free???” this time Edward certainly detected a hint of mistrust in her voice.
Smiling again he replied,
“Well not really for free, simple honest and good feedback as to the products that you will receive will be ample payment?”
“HUUMM!!!!!! I see, well I do not do other peoples jobs for them! And certainly not without proper financial reward!!” With this response, she handed back the walkman to Edward, looking him over with total disgust.
Both stunned and amused to hear the likes of this coming from a schoolgirl, Edward decided that more information would be needed. And despite Samantha’s clearly rude and snobbish attitude towards him he only felt a stronger urge to put this prissy little cow firmly in her place.
“Well, perhaps some other product from our wide range might suit you Samantha?” he said
“I doubt it!!!!!” came the sharp and cutting reply.
“May I ask how old you are, Samantha?” he asked.
This only resulted with a roll of her eyes and a look of profound disdain from the stuck-up pretentious supercilious schoolgirl.
Again and again Edward tried to start a polite conversation with the very pretty schoolgirl, but every time she would answer him back with some snide remark or other childish and rude comment, coupled with various glares and looks of contempt at Edward.
Flicking her long beautiful blonde hair over her shoulders and crossing her arms, at one point even stomping her spotlessly clean very shiny black patent leather schoolgirl shoes on the footpath, with their distinctive schoolgirl three-inch block heels.
Looking at him down her nose and huffing and pouting, slowing getting more and more offensive, personally insulting, unpleasant and finally down right nasty towards him.
Edward had no option then but to call her bluff, and turning sharply to the other five laughing schoolgirls demanded the walkmans back.
“I’m sorry girls, but it seems that your friend here has no interest in the products and as such I can’t allow the rest of you to keep them. I am duty bound to only use a group of six and no smaller in order to attain a balanced opinion of the products, and as she has already seen the design of this one, if she will not part take in the trials then I can’t allow our design to be seen by a non-tester,” he said in a very officious, commanding tone.
Without pause, Edward started to take back the walkmans. And as expected before he had even reached for the third one all the girls had started to shout at Samantha.
In her defense she started to shout back, and it was this that Edward wanted to hear.
“Look, I’m sorry you guys, but you know I have my final exams coming up soon! And if I fail them again my parents will kill me. You guys have the time to play with new stuff, I need to study, study, study!!!!!” the pretty blonde protested to her jibing friends.
But the other girls simply jeered her for trying to be such a nerd.
“You were much more fun last year Sam, when all our sisters were here too,” one of the girls said to her.
“Yes I know; I partied more last year and that’s why I’m stuck here, repeating, now!!!!!! And you know I hate being called that, my name is Sa-man-tha,” She objected.
“Yeah; whatever!!!!!” the other girls replied, this time having no time to put up with her stuck-up, conceited ways.
“Soooo sorry you feel soooo stuck to be with us ….SA-MAN-THA!!!!!!!!” they all added, using mocking snobbish tones as they ridiculed the blonde over her full name.
As the schoolgirls continued to make fun of and deride Samantha, Edward discovered what he needed to know. That Samantha was indeed older than the other five, as their ages all fell around 15 or 16, while Samantha was 19!! She had failed her finals the previous year, resulting in her being kept back and not going onto college with the rest of her friends, and these other five were all the younger sisters of Samantha’s old school friends.
All now moved on into various colleges leaving Samantha behind and stuck in the steady boredom of the 9 to 4 school day. Donning her school attire like a badge of never ending servitude every day had become for the pretty teenager a strong reminder of her previous failings. Failings both her well-paid and successful snobbish parents were determined not to have their daughter repeat.
With this new knowledge Edward smiled in the background; now it all made sense, looking closely at Samantha again Edward could see that the make-up she wore and the earrings and other small accessories were things that 14-16yr schoolgirls would be into. But by the time a girl had reached 19 she would have moved onto other, older, fashions and styles; to continue to dress like a 16-yr-old would certainly look odd. Samantha however seemed to have achieved the look for the most part and did blend in with the younger group, if only at first glance.
The younger girls had no doubt felt sorry for her when she had been kept back on her own and had accepted her into their “gang”.
Perhaps Samantha’s younger look was not planned by her, perhaps it was merely a subconscious thing she had acted on, but whatever the reason Edward started grinning ear to ear.
“Well, well!!!” He thought to himself… “A 19 year old, 16 year old!!! This would make it more fun…”
By this stage the girls began pleading with Edward directly.
“OHHH please can we keep them please?” they wheedled.
“I’m afraid not girls, they all have to go back – unless your friend will take part,” he replied, his face filled with false sorrow.
This last part Edward felt sure would fix the problem and it did. Samantha this time bowed to peer pressure and took the special walkman back from Edward. The other schoolgirls all cheered and thanked Samantha and then returned to playing with their own walkmans that Edward happily returned to them.
Then turning back to Samantha, he asked her if she needed help in using it. Again the response was short and cutting. But Edward watching the sullen and spoilt schoolgirl slip the designer headphones through her mane of beautiful long blonde hair knew he would have the last laugh. He smirked as he watched her look over the controls and finding the inviting and friendly looking play button she pressed it…
Edward knew now there was no turning back for the self righteous uniformed blonde, every one of his subliminal CDs would instantly start sending out pleasure and enjoyment messages, enticing and wanting the listener to simply keep listening; in fact, making it virtually impossible to stop the device, not that they could of course as Edward had designed the walkmans with no stop buttons! An obvious omission that, up to now, no one had ever seemed to notice.
He knew he would have her; as the tracks began playing Edward excused himself, whispering to Samantha as he left, knowing she could easily have heard if not for the special music now filling her ears.
“Bye bye, you rude, arrogant, stuck up, stupid little cow. You and me are going to make beautiful art together schoolgirl,” he taunted. She just smiled, nodding in time with the musical beat, listening all the time to the hidden messages, not hearing a word he’d said. Edward returned to his car, and waited…
Sitting into the BMW he closed the door and waited watching in the rear view, soon the other girls waved their goodbyes and continued home. Edward waited and watched knowing by now the “attention catcher & thought tracer” subliminal messages would be playing. Samantha walked to the car and knocked on the passenger side window.
Edward smiled and pressed the power down button. “Can I help you, Miss Grainger??”
“UUmmm, I was wondering something,” The prissy schoolgirl replied.
“Yes???” replied Edward innocently.
“Well what are you going to be doing now???” came her QUESTION!!!!….
Edward smiled, deciding to give the stuck-up condescending prissy little madame a taste of her own bad manners.
“Many things take up my day Miss Grainger; which things do you require me to defer so I can waste some of my valuable time explaining simple things to petulant spoilt schoolgirls??” Edward grinned while saying this.
To this Samantha blushed strongly, “OHH I am ever so sorry about before, but this walkman is really good, I j.j.just w.w.wa..wa..was woo wwoooo wondering if I could talk to you about it???”
The schoolgirl’s cheeks now glowing bright red with embarrassment at her sudden uncontrollable stuttering heightening her feeling of awkwardness and mortification in front of this very interesting man.
“You did di dii did say that yo.yo.you wanted some feeee feeeee feeeee…….” The pretty blonde now stuttering so badly that she was finding it harder and harder to speak at all.
Edward now nearly on the brink of laughing in her face decided to finish her sentence and take control of the conversation.
“Feedback, Miss Grainger? Is that what you are t.t.trying to sa.sa.say???” Edward couldn’t help putting on the fake stutter right to her face and seeing her awkwardness and red cheeks burn even redder!
“Why don’t you hop in here, Miss Grainger, and tell me all about what you think of the product?”
Without a moment’s thought, Samantha opens the passenger door and sits in the car. Edward sneaked a peek down at the walkman; by now clearly on it’s second play-through, another little thing Edward had built the walkmans for was continuous non-stop replay once activated.
A quick glance at the headphones still in the young girl’s ears tells him by the tiny pink flashing lights on the plastic head band – supposedly there for decorative purposes only – that the thought tracing process was now well under way and that the schoolgirls deepest dreams and hopes would soon be fully recorded onto the device she now happily clung to in her lap.
Edward knew that the longer it traced her thoughts, the better the results.
“You know what, Samantha?” Edward started and straight away the girl’s face turns to his, her eyes wide and mouth open with total intrigue as to what he was about to say.
“Yes what??????” Samantha cooed, in such an ever so eager to please tone…
This even made Edward’s eyes widen at the intense effect the “attention catcher/ intrigue builder” subliminal messages were having on this fickle schoolgirl’s vacuous mind, he smiled and decided to start having some fun.
“This girl is gonna be so easy,” he thought to himself.
“You have a very pretty smile Samantha, don’t you agree?”
Hearing this, the schoolgirl’s blushes softened slightly and she started to smile for him.
“Really, do you think so????” she replied, her smile slowly growing wider and wider under Edward’s almost mesmerizing influence.
“Ohh yes,” said Edward “I always love to hear praise for my products from a smiling customer; especially one as pretty as yourself.”
“Ooohh, so you feel sure I am going to praise this walkman???” Samantha said, smiling as broadly as she could now.
“Well I think you should take it home and listen to it all night long non-stop and then meet me here after school tomorrow and by then you will have a full report for me Miss Grainger.” Edward said this in a low, almost hypnotic, way.
Her very pretty sweet face still fixed with by now had to be the widest and most ditsy smile Edward had ever seen on such an attractive schoolgirl, nodded and approved with her sparkling clear and dazzlingly innocent big blue eyes.
Her naivety and unmistakable gullibility was now so totally plain and obvious to see, etched all over her beautiful soft features. Her previous snobbish, snooty and conceitedly vain, stuck-up attitude had been revealed to have been all an act, a put on by an inexperienced and foolish schoolgirl who simply could not shoulder such a demanding performance.
Her sudden embarrassing stuttering and uncontrollable blushing, for the moment at least, helped to keep her stupid imprudent tongue silent.
Edward wished he could have captured and framed a picture of the gorgeous uniformed schoolgirl’s young face right then and there. Instead, he reminded himself that with some patience he would soon be able to incarcerate her exquisite beauty and youthful vitality whole and complete for his enjoyment and private viewing pleasure. Edward smiled for a moment, comparing his actions and deeds to come as similar to creating great art and this perfect vision, this innocent all trusting easily manipulated schoolgirl that he had been so very fortunate to have found, was the clay.
Still smiling and beaming like a trained puppy Samantha, was now mindlessly repeating every word Edward was saying to her, changing it into the first person and speaking in a monotone drone, simply repeating and agreeing to whatever Edward was saying to her.
“Don’t worry about your homework or studies Samantha, I think you’ll find using this walkman prototype well worth it.” Edward was telling her.
“Yes, I will have a full report for you tomorrow…..I will use it all night non stop… I will not worry about my studies,” Samantha droned all this to Edward several times in the car.
“That’s a good schoolgirl Samantha, now why don’t you go home and listen to your new walkman and I will meet you here tomorrow.” Edward began to finish up their private meeting.
“Good Bye!!! Miss Grainger”
Edward snapped at the pretty teenager, his voice now cold, heartless and utterly dismissive of the lovely spellbound schoolgirl, now so completely ensnared by Edward’s potent and dominating mind control skills.
With this, the blushing schoolgirl obediently exited the BMW and walked off down the footpath as if in a trance, still listening compliantly to the walkman and its powerful subliminal messages winding and burrowing their way deeper and deeper effortlessly into her trusting naive little mind. Her expression blank and slightly docile as she teetered along in her three inch school heels.
Quite a contrast to the expression of the grinning young man looking at her from behind the wheel of his powerful BMW, who was smirking and gloating to himself as he sped away, leaving her alone on the sidewalk.
Totally unaided now, with no company or friends other than the strong subliminal messages, pumping over and over, non-stop into her pretty blonde head.
As planned, the next day Edward drove to the spot and this time she was there waiting, with the walkman still playing.
“Well Miss Grainger?? You like the product, don’t you?” asked Edward as he stepped from the car.
“OOOhh YES!!!” gushed Samantha, “It’s really neat, but the music gets a little boring listening to it over and over.”
“Easily fixed; here you go” says Edward, handing her a new subliminal control disk and very carefully pocketing the first disk for careful examination later on.
“Why don’t you listen to that and then give me your feedback tomorrow, when you aren’t biased by boredom.”
“Yes I will give you my feedback tomorrow, I would be biased by boredom today,” Samantha replied repeating exactly what Edward had said but not seeming to notice that today he was now not only directing their conversation but actually telling her what to say also.
“Tell me Samantha, what is it you want to do after your schooling?” Edward asked.
“OOOh, I think I will be a lawyer or take up some other executive role, like my mother; she thinks I have the potential and I do too!!” she replied.
Smiling, Edward could still hear the echo of the self assured and prissy young schoolgirl he had met the day before.
“That’s very good Samantha, but I’m sure you have been studying very hard these last few weeks, I think you should take tonight off too and give the walkman your full attention and then have your feedback report for me tomorrow,” Edward instructs the compliant blonde before him.
Smiling broadly Samantha fully agrees to this “Yes my full attention, I will have my feedback report for you tomorrow,” the schoolgirl droned her response. Seemingly not offended by that fact that Edward –not listening to a word the schoolgirl was saying– had already walked back to his car, sat into it and firmly closed his door.
Putting the powerful BMW into gear and racing off, leaving Samantha smiling at nothing but thin air. Slowly she pressed the play button and then set off home, listening to the next CD and its new subliminal messages.
This meeting was to take place every day for the next two weeks; every day Samantha receiving a new CD with new and stronger subliminal messages and being instructed by Edward to listen to it non-stop and then report back the next day.
Her report, however, never did seem to come.
After the second meeting when Edward analyzed that first “thought tracer” CD he got back from Samantha, he reviewed it and found strong desires to please her parents in achieving her exams and moving onto college like the rest of her peers.
But this desire was not as strong as Samantha’s own aspirations to be a model!! When Edward found these, he immediately set about making them stronger and using subliminal messages that brought them much more to the front of the young girl’s very impressionable, pliable and trusting little mind.
Until Samantha found herself unable to stop ignoring these once hidden desires to be admired for her looks.
On top of this Edward began to add different types of subliminal messages, slowly over the course of each new CD given every day to Samantha. Edward started using subliminal images, very subtle at first but slowly more and more, images of models, static models, then mannequins, all with one thing in common, all dressed in the very same school uniform that Samantha herself wore.
At no time did Samantha question these images entering her head, and at no time could she ever clearly make out a face on any of these images, it was not that they were faceless, she could just not make out their features.
Also whenever she saw these images she would hear adoring fans, and thanks to some hidden electrodes inside her special headband, her brain would start releasing certain hormones to elicit a good feeling with these images.
The result was over the course of two weeks Samantha’s appearance slowly started to change. Her make-up became more perfectly applied, her uniform became perfectly cleaned and pressed and worn with total pride every day, then on the Monday of the second week the ribbon appeared!!!!!
Edward remember driving up that day and seeing her standing, waiting, almost posed at attention on the sidewalk, perfectly presented in her school uniform and with that perfectly tied ribbon in the school colors matching her school tie. The navy stripe, the ice blue stripe and the silver stripe, interwoven in a extra large perfectly sculpted silk bow and seated neatly on the back of her head, holding back her glorious mane of blonde hair.
The other younger friends no longer kept her company, nor did she keep theirs, thanks to Edwards’s walkmans and subliminal messages they simply forget about each other. And now that Samantha had no other friends in the school, she was free to spend all her free time doing whatever she wanted, which by this stage was whatever Edward would instruct her to do.
Over the course of the next two weeks as Edward met Samantha daily for her new CD and new subliminal messages he did hold true to one of his promises. He presented Samantha with the -first piece- as he told her of a stunning new range of undergarments for the fashion conscious young woman. It was a wonder bra, Samantha’s first!!!
Although she was a healthy B cup, from Edward estimates, he still wanted her bigger. With instructions to wear it constantly even in bed, Samantha happily took the wonder bras from Edward, a new one every day.
Edward had formulated a new liquid gel filling for his special wonder bras, one that slowly over the course of 24hrs or so would be absorbed from the bra’s padding directly into the wearer’s breast tissue. So smoothly that the bra would still be a perfect fit the next day. After wearing Edward’s special wonder bras day and night over the two weeks Samantha’s breasts had now been inflated up to a very round and plump D cup.
Seeing the naïve schoolgirl squeezing her more voluptuous self into her same tight fitting school uniform made the daily meetings so much more fun for Edward.
It was the Friday of the second week when Edward decided to move the process onto the next level. He invited Samantha to his house. On the way over they chatted about various things, and Edward decided to start telling Samantha how he thought she would make such a good model, and politely started asking her if she had ever though of pursuing a career as a model.
As Edward drove he presented Samantha with a new set of ear rings which he told her though she would love, which of course by this stage, thanks to her mental conditioning, she simply adored. Smiling Edward slowed the powerful BMW until Samantha had fixed both of the 24ct six-inch solid gold hoop ear rings in her small ears. They constantly hit against her shoulders whenever she turned her head but Edward told her they suited her perfectly and that in his opinion she should always wear them with her uniform.
“They suit me perfectly… I will always wear them with my school uniform,” Samantha droned the response as obediently as if Edward had typed it directly into her –blank page- brain.
When they arrived at Edward’s house he opened the garage door with his remote and drove in. Showing Samantha the grand tour of the house and chatting about the other products in the range that he would soon be showing her, he again asks her if she had ever thought of becoming a model. Finally after asking her several times, she stops and turns to Edward.
“Can you keep a secret?” she asks.
“Certainly, whatever you feel you need to share, you can tell me in confidence Samantha,” Edward replied as always in his steady trustworthy tone.
Samantha as always without realizing repeated exactly what Edward said to her and then laments: “Ohh, I would so like to be a model, but my parents would never allow it; they want me to go to college and get a career.”
“I see,” replies Edward feigning a caring tone. “That is tough, but I think you should follow your dreams if you ever want to be truly happy.”
Again Samantha repeats this as if it were her very own thoughts.
“I should follow my dreams to be truly happy.”
Then Edward turns to Samantha, “Now it’s my turn to ask you if you can keep a secret?”
Samantha’s eyes light up, “A secret you want to share with me?!!!” with this she starts to giggle like the silly schoolgirl she is.
Edward quickly makes a mental note to be able to have her giggle like that on his command, and then continues imparting his supposed secret to her.
“Well…” he says then pausing for effect. “I’m a collector of sorts.”
“Really, what do you collect??” Samantha replies in an instant, now totally compelled due to her subliminal brainwashing to find out everything about Edward’s collection, and showing 110% dedication to it also, no matter what it might be.
“Well…” says Edward again pausing for effect, “it’s hard to know where to start describing it.”
Samantha now smiling from ear to ear, her eyes wide and burning with devotion, totally riveted to his face, her expression full of enthusiasm, hanging on his every word, his every facial movement no matter how small or subtle, looking, craving for some, ANY clue as to what Edward might say next.
Edward could of course see all this on the subservient schoolgirl’s pretty face, and just smiled, drawing out his every phrase, every single syllable… simply to enjoy the moment.
Finally after teasing Samantha long enough Edward turned away to face the closed door that was waiting in front of them. “Perhaps I should simply show you my collection, then you might be able to understand it better.”
With this Edward opened the door and entered the room, quickly running the back of his hand over the panel of switches at the doorway, giving light to the secret room as the two of them entered.
Samantha’s mouth fell open as she cooed and sighed in awe at Edward's collection. “Wow” said the schoolgirl, “you collect DOLLS!!!!!”
Edward sniggered lightly before correcting the uninformed uniform still standing awe struck at the open doorway.
“They are life-size replicas, a study of nature, works of art each and every one!!!” Edward instructed the young woman as he led her around the many numerous posed mannequins that filled the room
Each one was dressed differently and rather provocatively. One a sexy French maid, complete with a rich vibrant head of red curls, another a blushing bride, in the most stunning wedding gown Samantha had ever seen, let alone dreamed of, wearing the largest most amazing “to die for!!!” wedding veil imaginable. Another was a policewoman, yet another looked like she belonged in a boardroom, power dressed in the finest pin-stripe ladies business suit money could buy.
Even Samantha had never witnessed her own mother dressed so finely for the office.
Each mannequin or work of natural art as Edward referred to them was posed or mounted on what he called display stands, each stand was made of the finest polished mahogany all of them had the same dimensions, ten inches high and twenty four inches in diameter, all perfectly circular in shape each one of them no doubt costing a lot of money.
“I suppose you can call them DOLLS!!! too…if you wish,” Edward added turning and smiling to his conditioned guest. Again Samantha giggled and Edward drifted off in thought for just a moment, toying with the idea of having her giggle like that for 24hrs straight!!!
Picturing in his minds eye that beautiful silk bow creation that had been so innocently placed with total perfection of form and structure. The rigid sharpness of the pattern and fine cut of the ribbon contrasting so well with her soft flawless features and the fluidity of her long beautifully supple hair.
Her stunning, and most definitely larger than necessary eye catching bow fluttering and dancing giddily in unison with its owner’s actions, the ribbon seemingly alive with vibrant, pulsating recoil and quaver, teasing the observer as it would ripple and toy with the animated air around it, rolling and bouncing playfully off its owner’s golden blonde hair, with total grace and the utmost elegance and style.
In perfect harmony to the vigorous, dynamic shaking and bobbing of Samantha’s head, as she would obediently and continually giggle NON-STOP for an ENTIRE day. Just like the typically silly, brainless, docile, stupid schoolgirl!!! she would no doubt by that time have been turned into. Edward smiled back at Samantha’s sweet pretty features as he returned from this flight of fancy, making a strong Do Not Forget mental note of it, before returning fully to the present moment.
Edward continued to escort the schoolgirl around all of the posed mannequins in his private collection, explaining to her the qualities and charms of each and every one of them. Samantha for her part nodded her vacuous blonde head to every sexist and sometimes mildly perverted point Edward made, fully agreeing with everything he said, laughing at every one of his jokes no matter how bad or down right rude and offensive they were – or how many times Edward told them!!! – Samantha even stated quite clearly and with strong conviction of mind what she personally liked about each piece and the collection as a whole. Despite the fact that she was merely repeating precisely and exactly word for word whatever Edward would tell her to declare in praise of the pieces.
Several times Edward had to bite his lip and thump himself in the thigh with the side of his fist as again and again Samantha would spew out in that pretentious and conceited tone what she actually thought were her own ideas and opinions on the collection, and never for a moment realizing that she had merely become Edward’s compliant, naive, docile and oh so ever eager to please uniformed puppet.
Although Edward had taken Samantha’s walkman at the front door, there was however low piped music playing all over the house, and of course hidden in this harmless background music were some of the strongest subliminal messages Edward was ever to use on Samantha.
The messages, totally harmless to Edward, raced straight into the schoolgirl’s eager mind. A mind now become totally open and defenseless to the savage nature of the melodies that filled most of Samantha’s waking and all of her sleeping hours.
Samantha was now totally at ease and heavily dependant on the presence of these powerful influences. Ripping deep into her unconscious desires and needs and finding their target, the schoolgirl started seeing images of schoolgirl mannequins once again. Coupled and reinforced with the cheering and adoring rapture of many, many admiring fans, as well as the feeling of strong pleasure responses in her own body, thanks to the remarkable ability of the subliminal messages through the use of high frequency sound waves to remotely stimulate the pleasure sensory parts of the schoolgirl’s muddled mind.
And of course Samantha’s new gift of the six-inch solid gold hoop earrings were not simply for show. They interacted with the music system of the house and served to greatly enhance and intensify the subliminal messages hidden within the soft, faint almost imperceptible background music, that no one would normally ever really give much notice to.
This resulted in Samantha feeling quite envious of the static mannequins and their privileged places of admiration on their highly polished mahogany display stands.
Suddenly a question popped into her head, she was stunned that it had never crossed her mind before, and now she simply had to ask it: “Uummm, Edward???” she started nervously, hoping the answer would not disappoint, “Do you have a mannequin posed as a schoolgirl in your collection?”
Edward smiled as he heard her ask the key question, knowing it was crucial before proceeding to the next step of the process. He had been wondering when she was ever going to ask it, perhaps thinking that the messages would have to be intensified; finally he concluded that the thoughts swirling around inside her head must at this stage be so jumbled, confused and mixed up it must simply have taken the silly little cow this long to comprehend the message.
“Stupid dumb fucking blondes!!!!” Edward thought to himself, “even subliminal messaging can’t get ‘round that fast when confronted with such low IQs…”
Edward knew what the answer was that she wanted to hear, but he decided to let her sweat for a little. “Say, you know Samantha, I’m not 100% certain if I do; I don’t think its displayed in here, at least.”
He could see the anguish on her face; a loud and certain NO is what she had wanted to hear. He decided to heighten her suspense a little.
“If I did, it might be hard to find out, I have several pieces in storage and as a firm rule I will only ever have one of any type of mannequin, so if I do have one, well, it could be hard to find and it could take some time...”
Edward trailed off, pouring as much uncertainty into his voice as he could and looking quite unsure about giving a definite answer to the schoolgirl’s query. He smirked as he watch the tortured looks cross Samantha’s pretty face, her smooth unblemished brow suddenly criss-crossed with deep furrows.
“I suppose I could look for you if you liked??” he said in an off hand way.
“OOHhhh, would you pleaseeeee, Oohh pretty please. I would so like to see it, if you had one, that is?” She uttered the last phrase with such unspoken hope and longing.
Edward knew the exact thoughts that were now totally consuming the pretty schoolgirl’s mind.
The schoolgirl that just happened to have been standing on that footpath that day, and whose poor innocent mind had over the last fortnight being reshaped, remolded, REWRITTEN by Edward and his ingenious subliminal techniques.
“Certainly Samantha, wait right here, make yourself comfortable and I’ll run and check my records,” he replied. With that Edward walked straight out of the room, leaving the mind muddled schoolgirl surrounded by all manner of uniformed and elegantly dressed completely motionless models. He smiled as he heard Samantha again repeat in her new monotone mindless voice.
“I’ll wait right here… I’ll make myself comfortable…”
“Make sure you do, my dear,” Edward mumbled to himself as he left the dazed schoolgirl puppet all alone with the dolled up mannequins.
Edward raced to his office in the next room, closing the door and sitting down in front of the bank of video monitors showing the entire house. Edward watched intently on the several screens covering the collection room, he sat back got comfortable and watched the show.
Samantha walked slowly around the posed mannequins, the implanted images of the schoolgirl mannequins now constantly occupying her mind; she could hear the cheering of adoring fans as if they were in this very room and being this close to so many permanent models the pleasure centers of the poor schoolgirl’s brain were nearly on overload. She even started to imagine what she would look displayed there like as the maid or the bride, captured forever, as she would be on her most special of all days.
The subliminal messages now totally in charge of her every thought and desire. She began hoping, with such a strong hope, that Edward would return and tell her that he was unable to find any schoolgirl piece in his collection. Then she would offer herself.
Samantha continued to circle and interweave her way around the presentation room, now completely captivated by the mannequins surrounding her, she began to imagine what it would be like to join them.
She giggled aloud at this, even Edward would laugh at me, she thought to herself if she were to ask him such a thing, after all she was a real girl, and all these were just dummies, life-like dolls. But even so, some of the most realistic looking mannequins she had ever seen, as she started to look even closer at the bride figure and the others.
She felt the different textures of the mannequins’ attire, the rich silks and satin of the wedding gown, the very restrictive taffeta of the French maid’s uniform. Samantha began to notice that each display stand had two gold letters on them. FM for the French Maid, BB for the Blushing Bride, PW on the Police Woman’s. It was then Samantha noticed that each mannequin also had a tag around their wrists.
Leaning in close to the maid’s, it read “French Maid - Felicity Majors”; the bride’s one read “Blushing Bride - Becky Bennett.”
“UUUmmmmm” thought Samantha, “The initials to their names match what role they have been dressed to portray, that’s kind of a freaky coincidence!!!!”
So just to make sure she wasn’t being silly she walked over to the policewoman. Sure enough there was a large PW in gold letters on the solid mahogany stand and the tag on her wrist read “Police Woman – Penny Walters”
Samantha smiled “Wow; what a neat system.”
All the while Edward watched the manipulated and conditioned schoolgirl from the comfort of his office, knowing it was only a matter of time. Then slowly as he watched blonde in the school uniform make its way to a certain part of the collection room, his smile grew wider and wider.
Samantha’s eyes widened and her perfect white teeth sparkled as her full soft lips parted with the smile lighting up her face. She had found an empty display stand! Turning around quickly to make sure that Edward was not about to return, she looked over her find. It was polished mahogany like all the others, and invitingly available.
“Well I did want to know what it might be like? Perhaps if I stand on it for just a few seconds I might get some idea,” said Samantha to herself.
With this she was about to step up onto it when she stopped dead in her tracks and her mouth fell open. With her eyes opening even wider, first in surprise and then in total joy. There on the vacant display stand were two gold letters shining brightly back up at Samantha.
“Oh my I don’t believe it,” she piped, “S G; could this be for a schoolgirl mannequin? And they’re my initials too!!! OOOhh, how wonderful; I’m Samantha Grainger and I’m a School Girl!!!”
Samantha put one foot on the stand and was about to mount it fully when she stopped, then looking around the room until she spied exactly what she needed. Racing to a side table she grabbed the pad of large post-its and the black marker, taking great care using her very neatest hand writing possible she wrote on the top post-it and then peeled it off the pad.
Samantha then returned to the display stand and stepped up onto it, making sure to stand with her feet together in the very center of it. She looked down and spent almost a full minute making absolutely sure that her two school shoes were placed exactly heel to toe side by side together, neither shoe the merest fraction of an inch in front of or behind the other, this she felt was vitally important.
Pulling up her white knee socks and making sure they were not twisted about her legs and the tops of each one was level with the other, Samantha wondered why she had never noticed how sloppy her socks had looked before. Then locking her knees HARD and standing up straight, she stuck the post-it onto the breast pocket of her school blazer, being careful not to cover the school crest and motto that was emblazoned on it also.
Then checking that her bow was still straight and the rest of her school uniform was neat and perfectly in place she stood dead straight at attention with her arms by her sides and smiled as widely as she could, as she now waited for Edward to return. Standing there in her school uniform, on the display stand marked SG and with a large yellow post-it stuck to her ever so posh, striped school blazer, on it written in her best penmanship it read:
“School Girl - Samantha Grainger”
She concentrated on making herself look as much like the other displayed mannequins as she could, holding very still and trying not to breathe at all.
Edward, spying all this action from his office, was now grinning to himself. But he was also somewhat intrigued, as he had not predicted that she would have worked out the initial system all by herself, considering by now – thanks to his subliminal messages – she was virtually half a step away from being schoolgirl barbie.
Nonetheless, Edward was sure it was a good thing.
He was dying to know what she had written on the post-it, as the cameras could not zoom onto it due to the angle she had decided to position herself in on the stand. Edward had expected her to face a different way, to match the orientation of the other mannequins, then he suddenly laughed out loud, “Of course, I should have guessed!” Edward chuckled as he saw the large mirror on the wall facing Samantha; she had stood in position so as to get a good and as full a view of herself as possible.
After 40 minutes Edward decided it was time to return to the collection room, Samantha had gone up onto the stand 10 minutes after he had left the room; that was 30 minutes ago and she was still on it. Confident the messages had done a complete and absolute job on the once prissy and rude schoolgirl snob. Edward stood and returned to the room with a swagger of total conquest.
Walking into the room Edward started calling out to Samantha, knowing full well where she was, he instead pretended not to notice her at all.
“Samantha, where are you????? Hello Samantha??? I don’t have any schoolgirl mannequin listed on my records. Samantha where are you???”
Looking around and smiling as he looked straight at Samantha and then straight through her there, as if he couldn’t see her mounted and posed like a schoolgirl mannequin.
At one point Edward has to walk to the far side of the room covering his mouth with his hands so as Samantha would not hear his smirks or laughter upon seeing her new post-it tag.
How he would simply have loved to walk right up to the conceited and snooty little cow and laugh right to her face and at her ridiculous looking “make do” post-it name tag, reminding her of how she had first acted and spoken to him only two weeks before.
Edward smiled knowing that was now impossible, that the stuck up, spoilt little diva was gone for good.
“And just look at what I have in my collection instead!!!” whispered Edward to himself.
After about five minutes of this Edward finally heard a soft voice saying, “I’m over here…”
Edward spins around, still playing the fool, “Who said that??!!”
“I did; it’s me Samantha, I’m over here!!!” Samantha replied, smiling from ear to ear, speaking as softly as she can and trying her best not to move in the slightest way.
Edward walks over to the display stand she occupies, eyes wide in mock surprise and faked awe.
“Ohh, wow, Samantha! Is that really you, I had no idea! You just blended right in with the rest of my lovely natural models.”
To this Samantha can’t help beaming at Edward and turns her head to face him. “I wanted to know so much what it would be like to be in your collection, you said you have no schoolgirl, so perhaps I… could complete it?? Be your School Girl?”
Edward could hear the sense of longing in her voice, and he smiled. “Well, Samantha, I don’t know???” Edward began using a -deep thought- slant to his voice. “You do have your studies to attend to and don’t forget about your exams coming up: what would your parents say if you told them you wanted to spend your time doing this?”
Samantha blinked several times at him as if coming out of a lovely deep sleep. She had completely forgotten about her studies and her final exams, and even school and college for that matter. Here in this room she felt so safe and secure.
“I think it’s time you were heading home young lady; I’m sure you have studies to be doing tonight??” Edward says, suddenly popping something inside Samantha’s totally mixed up and messed around mind that she doesn’t want to hear.
“Ooh, no please, can I stay just a little longer, pleaseeee Edward, I like it here; it kinda helps me to de-stress. Can I stay, please??”
Edward stares straight at her, “Well perhaps, but I don’t have MTV or anything else you young girls like to watch.”
“Ooh I don’t care about MTV or silly stuff like that. I meant can I stay right here, uuummmm, like this??” Samantha smiles at Edward as she asks him, but still blushes strongly at hearing the strangeness of the idea as she speaks.
Edward puts on his best false frown and eyes up the now totally brainwashed schoolgirl posed up on the display stand in front of him, and proceeds to make her blush even more by asking her right to her face just what she is asking him.
Almost as if he somehow has to work out what the wanna-be mannequin is asking. “You mean you want to stay here?” Edward began, looking straight at Samantha. “Standing on one of my DOLL stands??” Edward continued, thinking it good to use her name for the immobilized figures in his collection.
“Actually pretending to be a schoolgirl mannequin??” Edward went on. “Acting like you are a part of MY COLLECTION???” Smiling as he made sure to let her know her place in this room when she stayed.
“Is that what you want Samantha??” Edward finished, looking right at the schoolgirl’s face.
The schoolgirl, her perfect soft flawless cheeks now burning bright red, smiles back at Edward. “UUUmmmm, yes that is, if it’s OK with you?? I would love to try to be a part of your amazing collection.” Samantha implores Edward, inside her pretty blonde head her thoughts are now awash with the noises of cheering and adoring fans, her brain also releasing massive amounts of powerful feel-good hormones. Samantha was now so totally addicted to this feeling of being on display that she wanted it to last as long as possible; she realized that only by posing as a schoolgirl mannequin could she satisfy her powerful new addiction.
“Well,” sighs Edward, “I don’t know if your parents would approve of this use of your time; what will I say to them?”
“Ooh, we don’t have to tell them,” replies Samantha, “Or anybody else really. I could just stand here and pretend to be part of your collection. I’ll be really quiet and do it the best I can, I promise!!! Ohh please let me stay, please let me stay; pleassssse...”
Samantha pleaded and pleaded with Edward, who was fighting to keep his expression one of deep concern and not show his wide grin. “Well if you promise not to move and stay very quiet and still just like a real mannequin, perhaps you could stay for another hour.” Edward knew exactly what kind of reaction this would have on the schoolgirl.
She was already looking straight ahead, the wide smile still on her face, holding so very still that she already looked like one of his mannequin figures.
Grinning to himself he left the brainwashed schoolgirl alone in the collection room with the broadest, most ditsy looking smile he had seen yet on her beaming, pretty face. Surrounded on all sides by visions of perfection. Samantha passed not just the next hour but also the two after that as well, posed rigidly, unmoving, standing at attention like a toy soldier. Perfectly attired in her school uniform with her new post-it name tag still stuck to her posh school blazer, grinning like the happiest schoolgirl in the world.
After the three hours, Edward returns and instructs the motionless schoolgirl that it is now time for her to go home.
This time Samantha responds in her monotone obedient voice, “It is time for me to go home,” she steps off the display stand, pulls the post-it from her breast pocket and almost marches to the front door.
As she leaves the house that Friday evening Edward gives Samantha one last CD with instructions to listen to it all night and then do what she feels is best when she wakes the next morning.
Edward waits until the now totally docile blonde puts on the walkman then obediently presses the play button, before he opens the front door. Grinning and sniggering he watches the poor unfortunate brainwashed schoolgirl march out his front door, her eyes open and fixed straight ahead, her expression one of total docility. Her brain, as always, plugged into one of his special walkmans and yet again her naive and simple mind now totally at the mercy and bidding of his potent and commanding subliminal messages.
This time as Samantha listens to the new CD with its hidden and powerful subliminal messages, the images in her mind are clearer; much, much clearer!!!
Again they are all of a beautiful living mannequin, posed and dressed in the school uniform that Samantha wears with pride every day, but now she can clearly make out the mannequin’s features quite sharply and with perfect clarity from the many, many close up images of the mannequin’s familiar face, flashing across Samantha’s mind non-stop while she sleeps.
And it is always Samantha’s face!!!!!
All night long as she sleeps, Samantha dreams of herself posed like this. She sees close up after close up, in crystal clear ultra vivid imagery, she sees her face painted and heavily dolled up with make-up, posed to perfection like a mannequin DOLL!!! Mounted and posed on one of the mahogany display stands in her school uniform.
Together with these images Samantha feels great pleasure as the headband this time releases massive amounts of the special hormones into her brain, she still hears the crowds of fans cheering their love and admiration for Samantha as she is “modeled”, “dolled up” and “displayed”!!!
The next day, Saturday morning, Samantha awakens early and showers. Since both of her parents are away on long business trips she has no interruptions as she returns to her room and dresses herself in her school uniform. Taking more time than she normally would, Samantha makes sure that her uniform is spotless and perfectly presented. Samantha ties her hair up with her long school ribbon, spending an inordinate amount of time making totally sure that it is perfectly formed, perfectly symmetrical, that each fold and twist to the bow is simply perfect. Several weeks ago the formally pretentious Samantha would have scoffed loudly at the very idea of wearing a ribbon in her hair, but now its very absence would make her feel virtually out of uniform, almost naked. When Samantha was finally content that the excessively large bow was shown the best it could possibly be and tied to perfection on her head, she put in her huge six inch solid gold hoop ear rings.
Then, sitting in front of her vanity mirror, Samantha proceeds to apply the greatest amount of make up her teenage face has ever worn. Cover her skin with considerable amounts of foundation and pan-stik Samantha slowly builds up her new complexion; one of total flawlessness. After this, significant eye make up and shadow is applied making her already beautiful sparkling big blue eyes shine like two perfect diamonds set in her perfectly formed, painted face. Then she goes to work on her lips. Her once soft, very full and natural looking lips end up looking like the mouth an experienced porn actress would wear during a shoot, as bright baby pink lip paint with the highest gloss finish is applied. Even then, Samantha can’t help wondering if she has applied enough coats of lip paint and make up.
Samantha finishes off her new look a with an extensive application of strong rouge blusher to both cheeks, covering her soft and youthful cheeks with so much make up that even her strongest and most embarrassing blush would not show through.
In the end what Samantha sees staring back at her in the mirror looks totally different to the fresh faced, natural beauty who had sat down here a few hours before. Now Samantha was smiling back at the sight of the most perfectly made-up living DOLL face she had ever seen, although to herself she still did not look as good as she did in the images she could see in her mind.
She still felt much better looking like this, and now after checking her uniform once again in the mirror, it was time to leave.
Being dressed in school uniform on a Saturday would normally have been enough to draw attention to herself. But being made up – or rather “DOLLED UP” – to the extent that Samantha had achieved and then to walk across town looking like that would most certainly illicit many, many responses.
And so, with her school ribbons flapping wildly in the breeze behind her, Samantha walked through public parks filled with children and teenagers alike all enjoying their weekend freedom and all stopping to point, stare, and ultimately laugh and mock the pretty uniformed blonde as she went on her way.
The same response was to be found as she walked down high streets and along footpaths, sudden outbursts of uncontrollable laugher followed by numerous comments and remarks, all mocking and jeering, several subtly insulting and many downright crude. Samantha however simply went on her way, smiling broadly all the while, never stopping or being deflected by any of the remarks passed her way or photos taken of this most strange and unusual sight.
The simple fact of the matter was that if anyone had bothered to walk alongside the very pretty but overly made up schoolgirl, they would have noticed that with every comment thrown at her, every laugh, every mocking and jeering jibe made at her expense, the result would be her fixed, naive smile growing ever wider and wider!!!
And why shouldn’t Samantha be smiling? After all, with every step she was taking, every new group of people she encountered, all she could hear was their admiration and glowing praise for her enhanced appearance and confidence.
Again and again Samantha could hear their cheering and applause for her new look, and how proud that made her feel inside; she was so very happy that she could make these people admire and adore her.
After several hours of walking around, Samantha found herself alone and at the gates to a large house outside of town. They were large tall iron gates and would be very difficult to scale. Behind them ran a long winding path through the tall trees, Samantha had no idea where this house was in relation to her own house, she had walked via what she had thought was the most direct route and yet now she had no memory of how she had gotten there.
Walking up to the keypad at the gate she entered the security code that popped into her mind and waited for the heavy gates to swing open. Samantha now had no memory of the code needed to open these gates and had no idea of how to reopen them again once they closed; this however did not stop her from walking through the gates and down the long path towards the large old house as the heavy gates swung closed behind the schoolgirl with a loud metallic thud locking her within the grounds.
Walking straight up to the front door that she had obediently marched out of only the night before, she stood with feet together at attention and rang the doorbell. Smiling broadly, she waited patiently several minutes between rings; after three or four rings and still no response, she spun sharply to her right. The large ribbon bow in her hair following her sudden movements and changes of direction with gently bobs and bounces as Samantha proceeded along the gravel path that would lead to the rear of the house. Samantha had never walked this path before but somehow she just knew it was there. Walking straight up to the back door of the house Samantha, quickly punched the security code into the door panel and was granted access to the house, instantly forgetting the door code as soon as she passed the threshold. The dolled up schoolgirl crossed the large kitchen with its hard tiled floor, the three inch high block heels of her school shoes clicking loudly in the otherwise quite house.
Making her way out into the main hall of the house, she went directly to the foot of the large central staircase.
Although yesterday she had being transfixed by and spent many hours admiring the mannequins in Edward’s collection, today was a different matter. Today she totally ignored the gorgeous red headed French Maid mannequin that was mounted and posed in the hallway facing the main front door, as if awaiting someone’s return???
The French maid mannequin in question sported the fullest and richest head of strong red curls Samantha had ever seen. Her make up, too, was very strong and dramatic; somehow appropriate for the ultra restrictive design and cut of the uniform as well as the very tight almost binding nature of the taffeta weave that was forcing the mannequin to arch its back quite excessively. The restraining taffeta uniform also pulled the redhead’s ample breasts quite high while at the same time drawing them together, forcing whatever poor unfortunate girl that was made to parade around in the impractical uniform to flaunt and exhibit her breasts and cleavage to whomever wanted to look.
The impression was made that if this uniform were ever to be worn by a real girl, she would find it highly uncomfortable and very awkward to wear. The tight and very limiting taffeta fabric pulling, twisting, manipulating and contorting the poor girl’s posture simply to present a more pleasing “image” to the observer. Not to mention its quite revealing neckline that only served to turn the wearer’s breasts into rounded objects to be ogled and stared at. The French maid mannequin simply posed where it was, with its long elegant legs in their fine delicate seamed stockings it stood at attention on the highly polished display stand. Samantha also failed to notice the French maid’s unusual stance, with its left foot placed in the mounting position for the right foot and vice-versa with the right foot placed firmly in the mounting hole for the left foot, forcing the French maid to stand with its lissome legs wrapped around each other, forming a much more aesthetically pleasing and slimmer appearance to the maid’s posture, almost as if the French maid’s legs had become one or even part of a pedestal. Posed like this, staring directly ahead at the front door, the sexy figure remained utterly motionless, as a mannequin should!!!
Samantha slowly makes her way up the staircase, upon reaching the top she crossed the large open-plan landing area with its old oak paneling and headed directly for a particular door. Without knocking Samantha opened the door and entered the room, closing the heavy oak door behind her.
She walked to the far side of the room where along the oak-paneled wall there was mounted another keypad. Slowly Samantha entered another set of numbers and once again instantly forgetting them afterward. This time a secret door slid open in the wall, revealing a small pitch-black closet. Very cramped in size, it had just enough space to allow one person to stand in it.
Placed on in the middle of the floor of this secret closet there was another round solid mahogany display stand, quite similar to the ones Samantha had seen the day before in Edward’s collection room. This one, however, was completely unmarked. Without delay Samantha stepped into the dark and cramped closet area, positioning herself carefully on the display stand. The closet did not afford sufficient space in which a person could turn around to face the door, but this did not matter to Samantha as she stood facing the cold black rear wall of the closet.
With her dolled up face only centimeters from the smooth blank back wall of the closet, Samantha smiled broadly, stood dead straight still at attention and waited.
Within a minute or so the secret door slowly slid shut; the wood paneling was so well installed that once the door closed and the lock engaged with a low click, it was impossible to find. The only thing that had altered in the entire room was a small green light that now flashed on the keypad on the wall, a keypad that could have had any number of uses, and which gave no clue what so ever to the hidden closet only inches away.
Inside the sound-proofed closet, Samantha stood waiting, “dolled up” in her school uniform.
In the pitch-dark confines of the small hidden storage area, Samantha waited, “dolled up” in her school uniform.
With her heavily painted face virtually touching the cold dead face of the closet’s back wall, Samantha waited, “dolled up” in her school uniform.
Smiling broadly, eyes wide open yet seeing nothing, Samantha waited. “dolled up” in her school uniform.
Making no sound, yet hearing rapturous applause and cheering, Samantha waited “dolled up” in her school uniform.
Hidden away from everybody, in this secret closet, in this secret room, in this secret house, Samantha waited, “dolled up” in her school uniform.
Posed rigidly, standing at attention Samantha waited, waited, waited…
Dressed up, Dolled up, and packaged!!! Samantha Grainger waited in storage!!! “Dolled up” in her school uniform.
Several long hours later and a BMW arrives at the large tall iron gates, they open automatically and Edward speeds up his private driveway. Pulling into the gravel carport Edward exits the BMW and walks to the front door.
He stops short of the front step and starts smiling, the French maid had obeyed his final parting orders late the previous night and had covered the front steps of the house in fine white powder, as well as sprinkling the powder over the gravel path leading to the back of the house.
And now quite visible in the white powder on his doorstep was a perfect set of footprints. Edward recognized the footprints as only capable of being made by a girl’s shoe, a schoolgirl’s shoe to be exact. Two prints, a left and a right, positioned perfectly side by side on his doorstep, with the distinctive break in the middle and the large heel print made by the block heel style of the schoolgirl shoe. Edward was certain that the owner of those shoes had stood there sometime this morning and rang his doorbell, but how long ago? And where was she now?
“Could the programming actually have worked???” Edward mused to himself.
Samantha was an excellent subject for mind conditioning, but attempting post hypnotic suggestion using subliminal messages had never been fully successful in the past, the client always failed to follow one or more instructions and ended up performing something total different than what was desired. But the fact that she had actually made it to his doorstep, and dressed in her school uniform too, gave Edward reason to hope for more.
Following the gravel track around to the back of the large old house Edward, could see the traces of footprints in it; should he raise his hopes, he wondered?
Entering the code at the back door his grin only widened when he noticed traces of the fine white powder on the tiles in the kitchen, he followed them out to the hallway and around to the stairs.
Being in rather a dominant mood that day and feeling his ego swell he let fly at the mannequin still posed motionless facing the front door.
“Maid!!!” Edward yells, then ignores the vision of perfection that suddenly comes to life, steps off the display stand and curtsies very deeply behind him, bidding him good morning and requesting if her services were needed.
“Fetch the micro brush, maid, then get down on all fours with it in that stupid cake hole of a worthless mouth of yours. I want every trace, every single particle of this white powder swept off my floors.”
Then turning to face the French maid Edward leans in close leering into a red heart shaped crystal pendant hanging from around its neck. “IS THAT CLEARLY UNDERSTOOD!!??” he yells and then putting on a fake snobbish snooty accent “Ms Prissybottom.”
The mindless and totally obedient French maid replies in very sultry tones and, dropping onto all fours in her ridiculous looking uniform, she places a tiny broom between her teeth, then while crawling around on all fours she proceeds to start the long arduous task. Using the most minuscule of brushes held between her teeth, she begins sweeping the large section of floor that has even the slightest trace of white powder on it.
Edward, smirking to himself, commands the French maid to freeze on all fours and then laughing and jeering at the poor redhead he quite sadistically forces a large dry dildo into her back passage. Hanging in large bunches from the rear of the dildo is a multitude of shredded paper, giving the French maid frozen while crawling on all fours the appearance of possessing a tail!!!
Edward chuckles aloud as he shakes out the shredded paper, wondering what the young woman that he turned into this mindless French maid now before him would have said when she was writing all her long college papers and thesis, if she had been told that this is how they would have ended up: Shredded and hanging out of her back passage as a pseudo-tail for her services as a French maid bitch!!!
Edward orders the French maid to resume her sweeping with her new “tail” attached as he ascends the staircase.
Laughing out loud and stopping to admire the view of the trussed-up, mindless, redheaded French maid crawling about on the floor far below him. Triona’s slim yet voluptuous body was tightly and rigidly corseted into her highly provocative and demeaning French maid uniform, with the restrictive taffeta fabric rustling so loudly that Edward could even hear it from his new vantage point high above the totally servile Ms Prissybottom. Edward scoffs at the obedient redhead far below before shaking his head and turning his attention to an oak door ahead of him.
Opening the door, Edward’s hopes shoot up even further when he spies the green flashing light on the keypad, indicating that the closet had been recently opened and with the correct code too.
“This is too good to be true,” chuckled Edward, “I never expected this; what were the chances of my driving that way on that day, of passing down that one street at that exact time and then of seeing her at the one time that my head was turned and then of her being so receptive to my methods! What are those chances???” Edward guessed millions to one, at least.
“And now to see the proof,” he stated with wonder in his voice as Edward hesitantly keyed in the code to open the secret closet.
As the door slides open to reveal the closet’s stationary contents, Edward starts to holler and laugh uncontrollably; searching for a stool, he sits in front of the open closet and just laughs and laughs and laughs!!! His body continues shaking and shuddering with joy.
In stark contrast to this, Samantha Grainger stands totally motionless, dead straight at attention in the narrow closet, her large striped silk bow fluttering lightly in the breeze of the opened door.
Through tears of laughter, his body shaking uncontrollably, Edward looks at the blonde uniformed schoolgirl standing stiffly in the closet, obediently awaiting his return.
Standing with her back to the open door, Edward sits chuckling and simply admires his latest prize; Samantha is still standing at attention just as she had when she stepped into the closet many hours earlier and does not move a muscle.
Wiping away the tears Edward sits and looks over the schoolgirl standing so stiffly with her back to him. With the occasional chuckle still racking his body Edward sits and enjoys the beauty of Samantha’s large silk bow.
“Ohh, I do love that bow!” Edward muses to no one at all.
He then takes in the rest of the schoolgirls attire. Her perfectly adjusted white knee socks exactly level with not a trace of a twist or rumple, her posh striped jacket hanging perfectly off her shoulders and then stylishly tailored in at her narrow waist, the blazer coming down just low enough to cover her pert backside.
“That will need to be adjusted,” noted Edward.
Her silken soft beautiful long blonde hair, with the front pieces tied back off the schoolgirl’s face, held in place by the largest most perfect bow, resting so wonderfully on the back of her head, nestling in her massive mane of rich blonde hair.
Edward just sits for a good twenty minutes and simply stares at the back of the brainwashed schoolgirl “stored” in his closet, remembering how he would love to watch that pretty, perfectly placed larger-than-life bow bounce and flutter as Samantha would giggle in her adorably cute schoolgirl way for an entire day non-stop and vowing that it would happen very soon.
Eventually Edward stands up and fetches a remote control from a holder next to the keypad, almost like an air conditioner unit might have. Pressing a few buttons and suddenly the display stand within the closet begins to rotate through 180 degrees.
Edward smiles and starts to chuckle again when he sees the heavy “DOLL” make-up that the sweet natural Samantha has caked all over her face, together with her six-inch solid gold hoop ear rings.
What Edward sees posed motionlessly before him is a very different young girl than he encountered that first day on the footpath. A few more buttons are pressed and the display stand slowly slides out of the small closet and extends a short way into the room.
“Well, well, well, Miss Grainger. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Edward smiles at the young schoolgirl posed on the display stand, heavily made up with quite dramatic and vibrant make up, and all by her own doing!!!
Samantha, smiling back at Edward from under her many layers of pan-stik and blusher, tries to speak and suddenly has to put whatever she was going to say on hold as she discovers that the tons of stunning baby pink lip paint, which she applied coat after coat onto her full and perfectly shaped lips earlier that morning, had now dried and stuck her upper and lower lips together!!!
Edward notices this and bursts out laughing at the exceedingly over-made-up schoolgirl’s predicament. He continues sniggering and laughing right to her face as he watches her slowly peel her nearly bonded lips apart, the bright baby pink lip paint making her lips look like two pieces of the sweetest candy money could buy. Edward secretly commended himself on the choice of lip color suggested by the messages to her for his latest piece of “art” work.
Samantha, feeling so stupid because of this, senses her cheeks start to burn red with embarrassment but smiles, knowing that her make up will hide her blushes. But then as she tries to answer Edward, she discovers her even more embarrassing stutter is back!!!
“i hooo hoooppe you dow..dow.doe…don’t mi..mi..mind” Samantha stutters as Edward grins and leers over her.
“Mind? mind what, Samantha? Edward asks in mock interest.
“meeeee co..coo.coming here la..la.la.like this?” she stuttered.
“MMMMmnnnnnnn, well which part are you asking about exactly Miss Grainger? You coming here looking like this? Or your making your own way into my private house while I am out!!! And proceeding to wander about and then attempting to hide yourself in this manner?”
Edward stood close to the painted up schoolgirl as he began firing all these questions at her. Then smiled and sneered, as she simply could not even answer one of them.
“i.i.i.iii.di..di..did..did..en..en.en.didn’t…meeee…meeee….meeeeeeaaaannnnn…to…to…too…tooo.tooooo…i…i…i…ii………. !!!!” Samantha stuttered and stammered uncontrollably.
Edward, getting such pleasure from embarrassing the pretty schoolgirl, realizes that to proceed to the next level will require her being able to talk. Slowly placing his finger upright over Samantha’s pink painted lips and making the “be quiet” sign over his own mouth, Edward silences the stupid stuttering uniformed barbie.
“Relax Samantha I am not angry with you; now I think after you take a slow deep breath you will find that your stutter will be gone.”
Saying this he smiles to himself as he lifts his finger away from the schoolgirl’s baby pink lips to find a large sticky pink patch of lip paint on his finger. Then thinking quickly, he adds, “Gone for the time being at least,” while smiling to himself at how much he enjoys the company of awkward, embarrassed and stuttering schoolgirls.
Following Edward’s instructions Samantha takes her long deep slow breath, after which she finds that her stutter is –for the time being at least– gone. Edward begins his questions again.
“What brings you here today Samantha, and in your school uniform too; you do know it’s a Saturday?” Edward asks.
Smiling prettily, Samantha tells him “Well, Edward, when I woke up this morning I just couldn’t stop thinking about the fun I had here last night. Remember, when I posed for you as part of your doll collection?”
Edward, never breaking eye contact for a moment, nods his head. “Yes I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, but why are you back so soon??”
Samantha still smiling, her stutter now gone, couldn’t wait to tell Edward everything that had being passing through her naïve silly little head. Smiling so widely now, Samantha was almost on a high thanks to the masses of hormones running through her head, her addiction to posing for Edward now so strong, leading her to take these drastic actions.
“Well I thought that if I got really, really good at making myself pretty, that you might let me do some more posing for you???” She said, still smiling through her layers and layers of foundation and heavy rouge blusher. “So I’m practicing to be the best at it that I can be!” This last bit she gushed about, hoping for… longing for approval and encouragement from Edward.
Stony-faced Edward, stared at her in total silence for a long time, making Samantha look back up at him like a lost puppy; the hopes and dreams building in her eyes was driving Edward crazy but he had to hold his urges.
Finally he spoke, “I see, and do you think that by just coming here unannounced like this,” Edward knew perfectly well that she would have come today thanks to his powerful subliminal messages running through her empty little head all night, “And by wearing a very sloppy uniform and mediocre make-up and then just standing in the dark in a locked closet that, that will some how allow you to be considered for part of MY COLLECTION!!??” Edward added in a mocking tone.
The crestfallen look on Samantha’s face showed how hurtful these words were, but she immediately sprung back. Eyes widening she pleaded “OOHhhh no!!! I know I need to practice and my make up is no way near good enough, but please I know I can do better if you let me; I just know I can!!! Oohh please, ohhh please, let me practice???”
Hiding his smiles, Edward looked back coolly at the pretty displayed schoolgirl.
“UUUmmm, I don’t know Samantha, I mean look; it’s a lovely sunny day outside and it’s a Saturday too! Wouldn’t you much rather be hanging around some shopping mall with your friends in jeans and a t-shirt, laughing and joking, instead of being here all made up, trussed-up in your school uniform, posing like a DOLL standing at attention in some pitch black closet?”
Edward smiled as he asked the made up schoolgirl these questions, knowing full well that any normal, sane, young girl would of course be fully agreeing with him. But Samantha he knew was now no longer a normal young girl; the wants and desires she now posessed were very different to what they had been only a few weeks before.
Samantha now had new dreams and wants and Edward knew this, as it was he himself who had written them and inserted them into the impressionable girl’s trusting and vulnerable, sweet young mind. Using powerfully controlling and aggressive subliminal messaging he had turned the uppity, rude schoolgirl he had meet on the street two weeks ago into his own personal walking fantasy. Erasing her dreams and aspirations of college life and a successful business career, Edward latched onto the one weakness he had learned all beautiful girls had: Vanity!!!
“Come on Samantha, what say I take you home and you change? Then I could drop you off at whatever mall you like, you could be back chatting to your friends inside of an hour?” Edward fired this one last question at her simply to see just how much influence his subliminal recordings had had on the now totally compliant schoolgirl. He was not to be disappointed.
Eyes widening even more and her head shaking from side to side repeatedly, Samantha answered him in such a scared tone, it sounded like she was begging for her life!!! “OOHHHH! NO, NO OOOHHH, PLEASE, DON’T MAKE ME HAVE TO LEAVE!!!!!!! OOOhhhh please!!!! i don’t want to go to some silly mall, I really want to be here, I NEED to be here!!!” her big silk bow shuddering and fluttering madly as Samantha shook her head in disbelief at the mention, the very idea, of leaving the house.
“Please, please, please, pleassssse, pleassssssssssssse I want to stay!!!!! pleasssssssse let me stay; ooohhh please please pleassssssssse let me stay!!!!!!!! I need to practice and practice and practice and practice and practice for you, pleassssse?” Samantha went on like this non-stop until Edward raised his hands on front of her heavily made up face and even then she did not stop.
Possibly she was eager to show Edward just how important it was that she stay and practice for him, for she never left the display stand during their entire conversation and she never raised her arms once, instead keeping them straight by her sides the whole time.
Finally Edward got some quiet out of her, though she still looked very scared at the prospect of not being allowed stay, but for the moment she kept her candy pink painted lips shut and listened to what Edward wanted to say next.
“Very well Miss Grainger, I see that you have your mind rather set on this,” Edward smiled as she repeated this last part in her mindless monotone voice again.
“Your mind!!!!! You haven’t got one any more my dear!!! You stupid, silly little painted trollop,” Edward thought to himself.
“So, perhaps I could give you some teachings on the subject? But they would require some considerable time on your part Miss Grainger. Is that a commitment that you can make and stick to?” Edward asks.
Now that all trace of her final exams and school had literally vanished from her empty head, she starts to nod her head ecstatically, her huge school ribbon bouncing and shaking behind her vacuous blonde head. Her eyes sparkling bright again and smiling excitedly, all trace of the fear now gone from her young and seriously dolled up face.
“OOOOhhhh; thank you thank you thank you, thank you thank you thank you! I’ll practice ever so hard as you watch, I promise I’ll be the best ever; ooohhhh thank you thank you thank you!!!!!”
Smiling coldly Edward decides to progress to the next level. “Very well then Miss Grainger, lesson one begins NOW!!!” Then, taking an even sterner tone to his voice, he continues, “From now on you will address me as Sir!!! Is that clearly UNDERSTOOD!!!! Miss Samantha Grainger???”
Eyes widening and then glazing a little in shock, Samantha responds so quickly and obediently, Edward felt sure he had to be dreaming.
“Oohhh SIR, Yes Sir, of course Sir, absolutely Sir; I understand Sir, whatever you say Sir, Sir YES SIR… Sir!!!!”
“BE QUIET SCHOOLGIRL!!!” She is instantly silent.
Now acting completely different, Edward becomes ultra strict with the sweet blonde posed before him. Silence fills the room as Edward grins and smirks at the now motionless and quiet schoolgirl.
“It has been my experience that schoolgirls of your age are normally quite unruly, loud and bad mannered,” saying this Edward glares at Samantha.
“It has further been my experience that the best way to deal with and teach a rowdy schoolgirl such as that is to take an EXTREMELY STRICT, ZERO TOLERANCE, approach to everything including her etiquette, attire, manners and ANYTHING ELSE that her teacher should deem necessary.”
Smiling wildly now and finally really getting to enjoy the whole process, Edward walks slowly around the motionless schoolgirl, still standing dead straight at attention on the display stand, her eyes now obediently fixed, staring straight ahead in front of her.
Leaning in close to Samantha’s ear Edward whispers smugly, “Do you agree, Miss Grainger?”
Suddenly, as if wound up like a clockwork DOLL, Samantha can’t answer the question fast enough. “Sir, YES SIR; schoolgirls like me must be treated EXTREMELY STRICTLY Sir. Schoolgirls like me DESERVE ZERO TOLERANCE Sir. YES SIR, I fully agree Sir, any actions a TEACHER DEEMS NECESSARY to teach a schoolgirl like me is perfectly acceptable, Sir. YES SIR; Sir!!!”
Grinning ear to ear Edward is in heaven, “What a good obedient little schoolgirl you are, Miss Grainger”
“Sir, YES SIR, I am an obedient little schoolgirl Sir, YES SIR; thank you, Sir!!!”
His smile taking an evil glint Edward continues, “So please answer my next question then, Miss Grainger?”
“SIR; YES SIR,” Samantha responds in a split second.
“If you’re such a good obedient schoolgirl, and you are now in training to pose for me, how is it that you have the cheek to pose here in this place with white powder all over your school shoes???????” This was the type of stuff that Edward loved the most. With a look of total shock crossing her “DOLL” face, Samantha searches for an answer, knowing that no excuse would ever be good enough.
“Sir; I can not explain it Sir. I fully checked my uniform several times before going outside this morning SIR. I made sure not to walk anywhere where my uniform might have been soiled. Keeping my school uniform clean and presentable is vitally important Sir. I cannot explain this Sir I am truly sorry and will happily accept any and all punishment that this very serious matter merits… SIR!!!”
Beaming from ear to ear Edward walks slowly around Samantha. “UUUUmmmm, how very selfish of you schoolgirl, wanting your punishment right now; what is the one thing that is exceedingly more important than your punishment right now? Well, little schoolgirl??” asks Edward.
“Sir, YES SIR; me being perfectly attired and presented for your PERSONAL VIEWING PLEASURE on a schoolgirl display stand AT ALL TIMES, SIR!!!”
All this being such music to Edwards ears, still not believing that every single thing he wrote and inserted into all the hundreds of subliminal messages, his walkmans had projected right into Samantha’s head. Every single one of them found their target and here standing before him was the result; the ultimately obedient schoolgirl TOY!!!
“Pity I can’t patent her,” Edward sighs to himself.
Putting Samantha’s certain and well-deserved punishment on hold, Edward instructs her to remove her soiled school shoes and hand them to him. This she does leaving herself standing in her stocking feet much lower on the display stand.
Seeing this Edward gets a wicked idea. “Now, Miss Grainger, considering you are no longer fully attired, your posing training cannot continue any further today. Also, as I already have a prearranged golf game with some good friends, I do not intend to spoil my Saturday afternoon. Therefore you and your training shall just have to wait!!!”
Placing the schoolgirls shoes to one side, Edward turns back to the motionless schoolgirl standing in her socks on the display stand. “MMMmmmm my, my, my, Miss Grainger; without your proper shoes you do make a sloppy sight. A uniformed schoolgirl in my opinion looks far, far, better presented standing with her heels off the floor and up on her toes like she would be when wearing her school shoes. Don’t you agree Miss Grainger????” Any form of friendliness or understanding is now absent completely from Edward’s stern tones.
“Sir, YES SIR; a schoolgirl is far better presented with her heels off the floor and standing on her toes, SIR!!!” Samantha waas now responding to every question and comment directed at her with the utmost respect and manners.
Smiling wickedly, Edward sneers at the easily tricked schoolgirl. “Well then, Miss Grainger, what’s stopping you? Get those heels off the floor NOW!!!”
Looking a little perplexed Samantha stammers. “S.S.SSIR I d.d.ddon’t understand SIR?????”
Edward huffs at the schoolgirl “You said yourself, Miss Grainger that you would look better presented standing on your tip toes; now DO IT!!!!!”
“Sir, YES SIR; AT ONCE SIR!!!” Samantha responds. She obediently and much to Edward’s delight raises her heels well off the display stand, forcing herself to stand high up on her tip-toes. Her white stocking feet arched considerably more than they ever were when she was wearing her school shoes.
Edward enjoying the manipulation and control smiled his approval. “OOHH, yes yes, that is far far better, Miss Grainger; don’t you agree,” he says leering at the manipulated schoolgirl.
“Sir, YES SIR; I am far better presented for your viewing pleasure. Sir, Yes Sir; THANK YOU, SIR!”
Edward, admiring the uniformed schoolgirl’s very awkward and difficult new pose, decides to put the boot in. “You will remain standing like that as punishment for disrespecting your school uniform Miss Grainger; a schoolgirl like you must learn that it is a great honor to be seen dressed as you are. And you will learn respect and OBEDIENCE to the school dress code. Is that completely clear, Miss Grainger??? Now, stand higher!!!!” Edward was now fully enjoying the complete and total control his has acquired over the former prissy schoolgirl.
“Sir, YES SIR; I will learn OBEDIENCE to the school dress code, SIR,” The brainless blonde replies, forcing herself to stand even higher on her tiptoes, arching her lower back painfully.
Checking his watch, Edward decides it is time to leave for his golf game; after he presses a few buttons on his remote, the display stand starts to rotate back the 180 degrees and retracts into the dark closet.
He smiles as Samantha sways slightly, her huge gold hoops swinging in her ears as she is carried back into the pitch black closet, Edward gives her one last instruction, as part of her punishment.
After a few moments the display is fully retracted and the uniformed schoolgirl is back in the closet facing the back wall and standing at attention, now minus her school shoes and instead teetering high on her tiptoes in her white school socks.
Edward admires her from behind and how sexy she looks, her huge school bow still in place and all the more vibrant looking surrounded by Samantha’s long shiny blonde hair.
He begins chuckling and laughing to himself as he hits the close button on the remote. The oak paneled door starts to slide shut behind the posed schoolgirl, still repeating loudly her new mantra. As part of her punishment Edward instructed her to repeat a phrase over and over non-stop until told otherwise.
And it is this repetition that Edward can still hear until the moment the sound proofed door slowly slides into place, smiling he listens to the sweet innocent voice of the pretty blonde schoolgirl he so easily ensnared with her own vanity and dreams.
Samantha, standing at attention in her stocking feet again finds herself facing the cold dark black rear wall of the closet, a now invisible wall that might as well not even be there, since in the pitch dark closet nothing can be seen.
Smiling broadly, with her face plastered in more make up than she had worn in all her teenage years, Samantha repeats again and again her new mantra, non-stop as instructed by the most interesting man she has ever met:
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
Edward smiles as he listens to the former snooty and prissy schoolgirl repeating non-stop and with total conviction a sentence that she would have laughed and jeered at only two weeks ago.
Edward wondered just how sound proofed the closet was, this he realized was its first real test.
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
As he watched the pretty school bow hidden from view as the door closed and found its latch…
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift …………..
Edward strained his ears; he even placed his ear directly on the oak paneled door and strained to hear her…….
What he heard was NOTHING.
Samantha was now out of sight, and totally out of earshot….
Edward laughed to the closed panel door, turned and walked out of the EMPTY room.
Pausing only for a moment in the hallway right in front of the still crawling, beautiful redheaded French maid. With a look of total contempt Edward bangs Samantha’s school shoes together, knocking the remainder of the white powder all over the floor in front of the sweeping French maid before walking to the incinerator in the kitchen and tossing the perfectly presentable, highly polished, now spotlessly clean, very shiny, black patent leather pair of schoolgirl shoes down the dirty chute and into the flames below.
Edward returns to the kneeling bundle of taffeta and satin, crouching down and grabbing a fistful of the maid’s glorious red curls, he roughly yanks her head backwards and upwards so he can look into her painted face.
“Well Ms Prissybottom, that should keep you busy for a little while longer, good job you don’t need to go write any more theses.”
Sniggering at the painted redhead’s blank expression on her perfectly presented made-up face and with loud cruel malicious laughter, he throws her beautiful empty head back down towards the floor to continue her fruitless task of sweeping up all the powder with the micro broom gripped between her teeth.
Edward stands up, proud and triumphant, over the sexy taffeta wrapped and bound redhead, for a moment toying with the idea of once again making all her uniforms one size smaller and even more restrictive!!!
Smirking at the crawling French maid, Edward walks out of the front door, speeding away in his BMW to catch his golf game.
He quickly dials a number on his car phone and then floors the BMW as the in-car audio system relays what the phone is receiving from the sound system back in Edward’s house.
Edward hears what is being picked up from a small microphone located inside a dark, locked, secret closet, located in one of his private rooms in his private mansion. The voice is that of a sweet nineteen-year-old schoolgirl, and her innocent naïve tones fill Edward’s car as he drives.
Samantha Grainger is still repeating her new mantra, over and over and over, non-stop as instructed by Edward, locked away in the hidden, pitch dark closet; this is what she was still saying and what Edward could now enjoy listening to as he sped to his golf game:
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
Edward sleeps in the following morning, arriving down for breakfast close to mid-day. Sitting at the table reading the Sunday financials and eating his continental he spies something odd about the French maid as she is dutifully returning to one of the display stands located along the wall of the large dining hall.
Calling the stunning redhead over, Edward instructs her to turn around and touch her fingers on her toes. When she obediently does so he gets a face full of shredded paper and card, Edward chuckles as he remembers that he had forgotten to remove the dildo tail from the French maid the previous day.
It was late when he had gotten home and he had gone right to bed, leaving the poor redhead standing on the display stand on the landing, not just dressed in her sadistically uncomfortable and excessively tight uniform, but also with a rather large dildo still inserted up her arse.
Looking closely at the shredded paper tail Edward could still see some of the gold lettering on the card pieces that used to be the cover to one of Triona’s college thesis, lettering that had once spelled Ms Triona Prissybottom, the real name of his now permanent live-in domestic servant.
Although Ms Prissybottom had had the benefit of a lofty college education, she had still, Edward found, never learned any manners or respect; but that all changed upon her entering his employ. Although Triona had only been looking for some temporary work, Edward had decided to prolong her contract on an indefinite basis.
Besides he thought, “The prissy snooty bitch should be honored at having been chosen to be turned into a living work of art!!!”
Forcefully yanking out the dildo before slapping her on her arse, he commanded the shapely French maid to stand up straight again and return to her display stand to wait until her services were needed again.
Throwing the dildo into storage in a drawer on the side table Edwards’s eyes widened.
“OOOhhh I forgot, that schoolgirl is still up in the storage closet; I completely forgot I had a new toy to play with.”
With this Edward turns around and leaves the room, heading for the stairs, leaving the mess of his breakfast behind.
After a few minutes Triona Prissybottom, dressed in the tightest most uncomfortable French maid uniform ever designed, steps off her display stand and starts to clean Edward’s breakfast from the table. Her awkward taffeta uniform rustling loudly with every restricted movement she makes. Quickly and efficiently, with a broad smile fixed constantly on her painted up face, Triona cleans all trace of the breakfast things away. Ms Prissybottom, then still smiling like some surreal clown, checks her full attire and appearance in the dining room mirror. Triona spends some time reapplying some ultra high sheen red lip gloss, fixing her mascara, straightening her seamed stockings, adjusting her big stupid fake tits, tugging and pulling her tight taffeta uniform to reveal the best cleavage possible before teetering painfully in her killer high heels to the display stand on the upper landing, that being the closet one to Edward at that time.
Triona Prissybottom obediently mounts the display stand and poses herself, then uses her long red painted nails to flick and pinch her own nipples before standing motionless at attention, all the time taking the small restrictive breaths as only her stiff and unyielding taffeta constraints allow her to. Still smiling broadly as if she were actually for a moment enjoying her duties.
Triona Prissybottom now nothing more than a tarted-up walking clothes horse for Edward’s twisted and perverse tastes in humiliating and degrading female fashions, stands motionless as if simply a mindless mannequin – an OBJECT even – and continues her never ending, undignified and demeaning servitude as part of one of Edward’s most depraved sexual fantasies.
Entering the room, Edward quickly punches in the code to release the lock and open the door to the secret closet. Smiling like a giddy schoolboy with a new toy, he steps back to admire the view.
He smiles softly with a hint of wickedness as the pretty blonde schoolgirl comes back into view, her beautiful silk bow still tied high and tight on the back of the schoolgirl’s vacuous and brainwashed head.
Fluttering slightly as the draft from the open door catches it, Edward’s smile widens as he takes in the rest of his newest plaything.
Samantha, still standing perched high up on her tip toes in her school socks, and STILL reciting her mantra from the day before, Edward sniggers as he hears her soft voice carry out from the back of the small and cramped storage press.
“…HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
“A schoolgirl’s greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE….”
Samantha stood rigidly at attention, not reacting for a moment to the closet door being opened behind her and her tiny pitch-black confines now being flooded with midday sun light. She simply continued to repeat her tedious mantra over and over, her big silly smile still beaming wide across her gullible young face.
The unfortunate uniformed schoolgirl now doomed to repeat incessantly the puerile trivial nonsense that Edward had just thought up on the spur of the moment the previous day, as strongly and with equal conviction as she had done so many, many, many hours previously.
Edward, with the remote in hand, presses the sequence of buttons required to rotate and withdraw the display stand once again from the small unlit secretive place. Grinning from ear to ear as he watches the virtually immobile schoolgirl come out into full view again, standing motionless apart from her non-stop mind numbing, repetitive mantra.
He pauses for the longest moment, transfixed in admiration at her elegant long blonde hair flowing and cascading down over her shoulders, coupled with her big wide innocent silk ribbon folded, twisted and turned onto and around itself, its delicate ends trailing with their girlish v-shaped end cuts tickling some of her blonde strands as the soft silk ribbon seemed to roll and tumble through Samantha’s hair like freshly fallen autumn leaves being playfully taken down a mountain stream.
Edward’s expression then changes to an evil glint as he takes in the total contrast of Samantha’s heavily painted, dolled up, face and her ludicrous looking six inch gold hoops dangling from her small dainty ears. Earrings that looked more at home hanging from some curb crawling cheap whore, then the young innocent spoilt and privileged upper class schoolgirl who now wore them. Stupidly believing that they actually added class to her appearance.
“Well Miss Grainger you may stop saying your manta now; tell me, have you learned your lesson, do you think?” Edward asks the displayed schoolgirl.
Samantha stops repeating the mantra and smiles broadly, “Sir, Yes Sir; I have learned a very valuable lesson Sir, Sir, thank you; Sir.”
Smiling to himself Edward looks over the confined schoolgirl “Don’t think for a moment, schoolgirl, that your lessons in obedience are over, you will come to realize Miss Grainger that true and total obedience is something you will be giving a great deal of your study time to from now on.”
Looking back at Edward, Samantha’s pretty face lights up with a big smile. “Sir, Yes Sir; a schoolgirls greatest gift to her teacher is to HONOR HIM with her TOTAL OBEDIENCE, Sir!” Samantha proclaims this to Edward as if it was the most important thing she could possibly tell him today or any other day.
Nodding and grinning, Edward opens a carry bag that he had left on the landing the night previously. Taking out what looked like Samantha’s school shoes he places them on the floor in front of the standing schoolgirl, who is still balancing high up on her tiptoes.
“Then, in that case, I think you should be allowed wear your full uniform again; step into these shoes at once, schoolgirl!!!” Edward commands
“Sir, Yes Sir; at once, Sir,” Samantha replies.
She eagerly steps down off the display stand into what looked like her school shoes. Samantha was soon to discover that these were not the same pair of shoes she had handed to Edward the previous day. It took her a few moments of twisting and squeezing, attempting to get her feet into uniform shoes that only the day before she could very easily slip into.
Grinning Edward knelt down to her feet and helped Samantha don her new footwear, forcefully ramming her feet into the altered school shoes. Standing up, he smirks into the pretty blonde’s face. “There you go, schoolgirl; I know you wore a size five with a three inch heel, but for display purposes from now on I want you in a size three!!! With a five inch heel!!!”
Edward’s face now filling with sadistic pleasure he continued, “Now I realize that wearing shoes two sizes too small for you will probably be very sore and painful for you; that standing for long periods as you will be in five inch heels, will certainly make your feet and ankles ache all the more,” the look of growing pleasure on Edward’s face now clearly evident.
“However, these are the requirements of the dress code for a schoolgirl mannequin in MY COLLECTION; is there a problem to comply with this code, Miss Grainger??”
Samantha, trying to smile through the clear discomfort and pain now written on her sweet innocent face, replies to Edward’s sick and twisted change to her uniform. “Sir, it will be my honor to give my full obedience to the school dress code, Sir; it is the greatest privilege to be allowed dress like this as part of your collection Sir!!!”
Grinning ear to ear now, Edward pats the stupid blonde on the top of her head, as she mindlessly, obediently and more importantly happily recites phrases, sentences and other stupid inane regulations that are now spinning around relentlessly inside her pretty brainwashed head; just waiting for a chance to come spewing out of her baby pink barbie doll lips.
“Yes it is a great privilege schoolgirl, a very great honor indeed, and trust me you won’t ever be forgetting that either,” Edward says.
“Now Miss Grainger, it is time to continue with your training; please walk back and forth in this room so I can see if your walking needs to be looked after as part of that training.”
Edward instructs the schoolgirl to do this not to judge her walking style; after all, as a display mannequin there is no walking involved.
But rather Edward wanted to make the schoolgirl mince about in her new killer school shoes, getting such pleasure from seeing the once petulant blonde now have to suffer with each and every painful, teetering step she took.
Wobbling and wavering, Samantha slowly paces back and forth in the room, the discomfort and aching the new shoes were causing to the schoolgirl clearly evident on her sweet painted face.
The strong black patent leather uppers not giving in the slightest as they constrained and compressed the poor schoolgirl’s feet.
The unfamiliar and totally unnecessary five inch spike heels forcing the pretty blonde’s toes to slide and sink deeper and deeper into the front of the shoes, compacting them into the much smaller space.
On top of this discomfort Samantha slowly begins to feel a dull ache steadily growing in her over-extended ankles.
Also much to Edward’s delight the higher heels were creating a much more defined lower calf, as well as forcing the sweet nineteen year old to start arching her lower back. This in turn forcing her round pumped up boobs out and making her walk with a definite twitch to her hips as the uniformed blonde cautiously teetered and paraded herself around the room for Edward’s sadistic pleasure.
After observing the mincing schoolgirl for ten minutes, Edward instructs her to remove her school blazer and then mount a display stand in the room. This display stand Samantha notes was the very one that she had stood on that first evening in Edward’s collection room. The gold S G lettering gleaming brightly as she happily stands at attention in the center of the stand, smiling as she sees she has been posed facing a full length mirror.
Edward, hanging the striped blazer on a hook on the wall, returns to the schoolgirl posed elegantly in her school blouse, tie and gray skirt.
“Now Samantha, tell me what things do disobedient schoolgirls do in school?” Edward smiles while asking her this, as he already knew the answers she would be providing, thanks to certain subliminal messages that he had piped into the closet the previous day.
“Sir, Yes Sir; some schoolgirls run in the hallway, Sir, that is bad; other schoolgirls talk out of turn, Sir, or are cheeky to teachers; that is very bad, Sir, and some schoolgirls fidget and mess about in class when they should be sitting at attention for their teacher; that is very, very bad, Sir.” Samantha responds as if reading from a book in her head, all the time smiling broadly at her reflection in front of her.
“You are guilty of ALL this highly disobedient behavior yourself, are you not, Miss Grainger?” Edward asks.
“Sir, Yes Sir,“ Samantha responds.
“So, do you think you should be allowed to pose for me if you are susceptible to this kind of bad behavior Miss Grainger?” Edward puts this to the displayed schoolgirl.
“Sir, I will try my very best to refrain from being disobedient or acting in a disobedient manner; Sir,” Samantha replies with total conviction in her controlled and nearly programmed response.
“UUUMMMmm, but for how long though, Miss Grainger…..?? Perhaps I should offer some assistance to you to help and guide you to act more obediently. Would you like me to do that for you, Miss Grainger?” Edward asks the brainwashed schoolgirl with a large smirk across his face.
“OOOhhh! Sir, Yes Sir; Oohh Yes, please Sir, please give me help and guidance to be a more obedient schoolgirl Sir; please, Sir, Yes Sir,” Samantha gushes.
Edward now smiling wildly, turns to several lengths of school ribbon that the French maid had earlier laid across a desk in the room, each of them several feet long, all four inches wide with the ends cut into a girlish v-shape.
Being of the school colors each ribbon had the distinctive navy stripe, ice blue stripe and the silver strip running the full length of the ribbons. The stripes repeated twice across the broad four-inch ribbons.
Smiling, Edward lifts up the first one and enjoys its rich silken texture as it unfolds over his fingers. Walking to the posed schoolgirl, he kneels and proceeds to wrap the ribbon tightly around her upper legs, placing it just higher than her knees, wrapping the long ribbon around Samantha’s thighs several times making sure it is bound securely, drawing the schoolgirl’s bare knees forcefully together, before tying the ends of the wide ribbon into a large and very decorative bow on the front of her legs, hanging down over her knees. The wide stiff bow sits neatly over her knees, with the v-cut trailing ends fluttering about and tickling her legs.
After fixing the ribbon and bow around Samantha’s legs Edward stands up and steps back admiring his work.
Smiling broadly Edward speaks to the bound schoolgirl. “There now Samantha, let’s see if you can run in the hallways with this new addition to your uniform!!!” Smirking wider Edward continues, “You’ll find, schoolgirl, that you are now reduced to a slow mincing!!! walk.”
Samantha, smiling broadly, looks at the reflection of the ribbon tied around her legs, binding her knees solidly together; ignoring the stinging and crushing sensations emanating from the inner sides of her knees.
“OOOhhh, Sir; thank you Sir. Now I couldn’t possibly run in the school hallways or corridors; Sir. OOOhhh; thank you, Sir, for helping me become a more obedient schoolgirl, Sir,” Samantha smiles, thanking Edward.
“You are very welcome schoolgirl, but you know you can still be guilty of fidgeting or messing in class and not sitting at attention, I think you are the type of schoolgirl that would need help in those matters too, would I be correct Miss Grainger?” Edward enquires smiling.
“Sir, Yes Sir; I would be guilty of those things too, Sir; if there is any way you could help me I would be ever so grateful, Sir!!!” Samantha responds her innocent sweet voice now filled with expectant hope.
Returning with a second length of the school ribbon Edward smiles to the reflection of Samantha’s painted face. “Well now, schoolgirl ,it just so happens that I can help you; place your arms behind your back, schoolgirl, and cross your wrists too.”
Samantha happily obliges and Edward proceeds to tie her wrists together behind her back, again running the long wide ribbon several times around the poor schoolgirl’s wrists. Pulling the ribbon more tightly on each occasion, finally with enough ribbon left to tie another large bow Edward does so, finishing off the schoolgirl’s wrist bindings with a beautiful large bow hanging down over her bound hands.
Without stopping, Edward quickly races to the desk and fetches another ribbon, this time wrapping it around Samantha’s elbows. Pulling the ribbon tight and forcing the young schoolgirl to stick her big, swelled and round inflated breasts out in front of her and bringing her shoulders back into a very stiff posture. Edward then, as before, ties the ribbon off in a larger-than-life school bow, this one hanging freely from the schoolgirl’s elbows!!!
All the time Edward enjoying the soft silky texture of the school ribbons wrapping them around the equally rich and smooth feel of the crisp and clean fabric of Samantha’s school blouse.
Edward now smiling very sadistically, walks around to the front of the mounted and bound schoolgirl. “There we are now schoolgirl, with these two new additions to your school attire you won’t be fidgeting in class anymore and with your elbows held back like that your posture is greatly improved.” With this Edward steps back and waits to hear Samantha’s reply to being slowly tied up.
Beaming like a bride on her wedding day, Samantha is almost close to tears of joy. “Oohh, Sir; thank you so much, Sir; this will help me so much to be a better schoolgirl, and with better posture I will be so much better presented for your viewing pleasure, Sir.”
After this there was only one length of ribbon left on the desk. Edward returns to Samantha, posed and wrapped up on her doll stand, and with great pleasure begins wrapping it around her head, taking his time to run it under her hair at the back of her head but making sure that it runs perfectly flat over her mouth at the front.
Layer after layer of the long and wide school ribbon is run smoothly over and over the blonde schoolgirl’s closed mouth, the four inch ribbon easily covering her soft painted lips and her sweet cheeks.
Then taking his time as if like a master painter putting the final strokes to a great painting Edward begins tying the ends of the ribbon into the most perfectly shaped bow he can possibly tie. Placing the large bow on Samantha’s left cheek and tying it off securely so that the brainwashed schoolgirl was now firmly gagged.
Smiling at the now -to Edward’s eyes- even prettier schoolgirl, Edward tells her what he had just done. “Now Samantha, you won’t be speaking out if turn from now on, or giving silly schoolgirl cheek to anyone. My, my don’t you look pretty in your new ribbons? I’m giving serious consideration to making them all permanent additions to the schoolgirl mannequin dress code, what do you think of that, Miss Grainger?” Edward asked.
Samantha for her part simply stood silently, making sure not to try to speak in case she might mess up her beautiful new ribbon gag. Edward noted this silence with a firm nod of approval. “What a good obedient schoolgirl you are, Miss Grainger. I need to go out on important business today; we shall continue your training tomorrow.”
With this Edward turned, grabbed the schoolgirl’s striped blazer and left the room, leaving the ribbon bound, brainwashed, schoolgirl happily enjoying her reflection as she obediently stood at attention on the display stand in Edward’s mansion.
Before leaving the room he turns on some low soft music, filled of course with layers and layers of subliminal messages, all being intensified by Samantha’s gold hoops and all being fired deep into her completely trusting and conditioned little mind.
Most of the messages were simply reinforcements of previous ones, meant to keep the schoolgirl thinking a certain way while making sure she didn’t simply come to her senses and begin wondering what on earth she was doing tied up in all these ribbons, in this strange house, dressed for school but merely positioned up on some silly stand looking at her bizarre reflection in this mirror.
Again she began to see the images of herself now posed as a mannequin, she began to hear the vast cheering crowds; cheering for Samantha and screaming their adulation for her. The music also contained certain sounds that raced deep into the schoolgirl’s head and began to bring about the release of more feel good hormones into the dumb blonde’s mind.
All this and more was happening inside Samantha’s poor messed up head, yet in the room itself all that could have been observed was some soft music and a pretty blonde schoolgirl, dressed in her school uniform, standing at attention, bound up in ribbons and bows, happily admiring herself in a mirror.
The one new message Edward did begin inserting into Samantha’s mind with this music was of the importance of showing Edward what an obedient schoolgirl she was. Telling the motionless schoolgirl that since she will soon be a mannequin and she cannot show her obedience through either actions or words and that she must therefore strive to prove her total obedience to Edward through her perfect posture. Whilst being proudly on display as part of Edward’s collection.
Samantha could only prove her obedience by providing Edward with the best possible schoolgirl mannequin display for his viewing pleasure. All this now made perfect sense to Samantha; her gullible mind absorbed each and every twisted message with complete conviction. Totally captivated in her own perverse reflection, she made up what was left of her little mind to proving her utter obedience to Edward, in this one and only means she had.