“Sit!” the redheaded woman commanded and tugged down on Sheila’s leash.
Sheila wobbled on her ballet heels, steadying herself with the tips of her fingers, and shot daggers at the woman for a moment only for her body to betray her.
A shiver of pleasure coursed through her as her eyes rolled back into her head and a orgasm crashed over her.
She distantly heard the woman’s voice speak, “See, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?”
Sheila didn’t reply, focused solely on keeping herself upright as the ringing in her ears slowly subsided.
By the time she regained her composure, the woman was already standing back up, this time giving her leash a tug up as she commanded “Stand!”
The process repeated itself, she stood up, shot daggers at the woman, her body betrayed her, and she orgasmed.
Sheila lost count of the number of times the process repeated; sit, stand, sit, stand, sit, stand, ad nauseam.
At some point, the daggers in her eyes disappeared and a small smile replaced them.
When it was finally over, the woman guided her over to a desk where a man was sitting by her leash and waited for a moment until he acknowledged her.
“And how is… 78515 coming along?” he asked.
The number brought a shiver of pleasure to Sheila, she knew it was her number, but she tried not to think about it.
The woman holding her leash spoke, “Pretty well Sir, I think we have sit and stand commands in place.”
Without thinking Sheila dropped quickly down and almost immediately stood back up, two quick orgasms overcoming her.
The man chuckled and the woman gave her a quick “good girl”.
Sheila knew this was how it went, a few days instilling basic commands into her through forced orgasms as the reward would make her into a docile petgirl in no time. Then they’d get on with the real training for whoever had purchased her, molding her into whatever they wanted her to be when she was released.
Released was the official term, but in reality she would be delivered.
It was the latest in criminal rehabilitation, the collar that the leash was attached to forced her actions and provided the reward.
She had been one of the protesters against the new rehabilitation system, citing it’s obvious inhumane nature, but the country was in no mood to hear her, or anyone else’s, protest. The legislation passed easily and was quickly implemented.
Her mistake had been to continue her protests outside of one of the new facilities, and being arrested for it.
No one had noticed the provisions in the new legislation that made protesting at the new rehabilitation centers a crime, nor the mandatory punishment being rehabilitation at those centers.
The first wave of rehabilitated criminals now worked at the centers as staff, like the woman that held her leash now. They were completely dedicated to their work and felt no guilt about what they were doing.
Sheila felt the tug of the leash and she quickly started moving forward, following along behind the woman, until they arrived at the next station. The woman walked her up to the station and sat her down, right in front of a large dildo attached to the wall.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what this station was, and right on cue the woman barked out her order.
“Suck!”
