Another beautiful day in the gated community Horizon Falls began as usual. Men starting their commutes to work, whether across town or in another city. The girls they were married to, owned, or a bit of both, followed the instructions left by their superiors. Some cleaned, many did errands or exercised. A few spent their days staring into spirals or lights, being further conditioned to please men. Around half were young, or older, mothers, devoted to caring, teaching, and raising their husband’s children.

A few girls in town worked, primarily as nurses, secretaries, or caregivers. Most men already moved into the community were married, their wives chipped and reprogrammed, but a few sons were still single, or in the process of becoming involved with a girl. An example of each of these was about to have a phone conversation as Nikki Garrison, a beautiful, almost 18, Chattelbot who worked the counter at the Perfect Little Angels salon pressed French tipped nails against the keys of her phone console to call Anthony Valenti, the 22 year old son of Paul Valenti, a banker and important mover and shaker in Horizon Falls.

Anthony had just finished college, so it was time to settle down with a girl. He had been dating a young lady for the past six months. The beautiful brunette had been eager in bed, and even more eager to get hold of his credit cards. As time went on, Anthony caught on to the fact that this girl was only interested in his financial portfolio. She was beautiful; brunette, tan, very tone, large breasts, but nothing turned him off more than girls who chased men for their money. The mainstream media’s glorification of gold diggers via reality television made him sick.

When she broke things off with him, Anthony took it well enough after realizing what was up. However, as a few months went by, he began to miss the girl. When she wasn’t spending his father’s money, she was charming and very thoughtful. Not too intelligent, Anthony wasn’t turned off by bookish girls as much as superficial or pretentious ones, but able to hold a conversation and participate in society. The kind of girl who would make a great wife for an executive, politician, or athlete. He missed the way she fucked, grinding his cock as she bounced up and down on it. Returning from spending sprees, she would fellate him for 30 to 45 minutes to thank him. Yep, he missed a lot of things about her.

Over drinks one evening with Anthony’s father, the man’s girlfriend, a teenager named Mary, and Harmony, the date set up for him, he brought up his longing for the brunette to his father. Mr. Valenti suggested that, perhaps, she might be the one who could be chipped, brainwashed, and conditioned to be his wife. In the limo that night, while Harmony swallowed his cum, Anthony decided that his father was right in his assessment of the situation. He had Mr. Valenti set up the details through the organization which ran the gated Horizon Falls community they belonged to. A long month passed before the girl went on vacation. While away, she was kidnapped and brought to the clinic the organization ran in a European capital. There she was implanted with a control chip in her mind, brainwashed, and trained to please her new Master and, soon, Husband.

Which caught up to this day. At 8am, an hour before the Perfect Little Angels salon opened, Nikki stood in front of the future Mrs. Bambi Valenti, who stood mindlessly in front of her. The girl could have been mistaken for a statue at the moment. Nikki called a number brainwashed into her the previous evening and reached Anthony just as he was entering his office, a mini-skirted secretary following him with a cup of coffee.

“Hello, good morning, Nikki,” Anthony began as his secretary swayed out of the room. “How are you this morning, dear?” Nikki was a sweetheart, but a tad out of the budget given to him by his father.

Nikki smiled. “Nikki is well today, Sir. She will be very busy with another Chattelbot also coming in for conditioning, Sir.” Briefly, she glanced down at a computer screen listing tasks for the day. It would be a long day; however, despite her mental deficiencies, Nikki was able to organize things very well.

Anthony nodded. “Yes, the future Mrs. Rollins. Fantastic. Listen, how is Bambi doing?”

Nikki looked over the incredibly beautiful, statuesque girl in the room. “Sir, Bambi has arrived from conditioning under complete control. After a few days of struggle, your slave submitted and accepted both new mental and psychical training. Her mind and body have been conditioned for your needs, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Anthony thought for a moment. “I would like her at the hotel by 3pm. I am going to leave here after a lunch meeting downstairs and head over. Don’t turn her ‘on’ until she is at the hotel.”

“As You command, Sir.” With that, Nikki hung up the phone and organized her calendar for the day. Another Chattelbot, the future Mrs. Andrew Rollins, Theresa, Terri, would be processed today at the salon. The brunette was devoted to service. The formerly wayward party girl now existed for obedience and devoted all her energy into following her current instruction. Hips swaying in a tight purple shirt advertising the salon, white booty shorts, and platform sneakers, she made plans for how to move the future Mrs. Valenti to the hotel room as commanded.

Blinking rapidly, wait, she thought suddenly, why was her name Bambi now? The brunette squinted as she moved out of trance for the first time. That wasn’t her name! Her name...it was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t remember. How had she arrived here, in what seemed like a hotel room? The last thing...whatever her name was...without realizing it, Bambi began to refer to herself mentally as Bambi, remembered was...actually, she couldn’t remember. All of her memories were distant, a mental fog blocked them from her.

Bambi looked around the room and took in her surroundings. This was a high end hotel room. The brunette stood on one side where a large case of books adorned the wall. On the right side was a beautiful, old style, fire place. The carpets were very nice, high end, and so was the very expensive looking furniture.

For the first time, Bambi thought to look at herself in the mirror next to the book case. The brunette was as tan as always and her piercing green eyes reflected back at her. For some reason, she was wearing a pink corset with matching underwear. The strange thing about her panties, she noticed, was they were much more plain than the normal thongs she wore. Nothing had been done to her breasts, but her hair was slightly teased and her feet were adorned with a shiny pair of black pumps.

On the other side of the room was an oak table. Two nice chairs accentuated the table on each side. Another series of bookshelves was where Bambi found Anthony Valenti, her former boyfriend, slipping a note into a book. Noticing she was awake for the first time, he smiled at the girl and then sat down in one of the chairs.

“Hello, Bambi,” he said hesitantly. He found it strange to not refer to Bambi by her original name, but he would grow accustomed to it quickly.

Bambi made eye contact with him for the first time and shuddered. “Anthony? Why am I here?” She thought briefly. “Why are you here?”

Anthony nodded to her. “Bambi, can you sit down please? I need to talk with you.” He motioned to one of the chairs.

Bambi’s questions were rapid. “What happened to me? I was on vacation and then...” She tried to remember. “Why can’t I remember where I was?” The brunette Chattelbot took a few steps towards Anthony, heels clicking across the floor.

Sighing, Anthony interrupted her ramblings. “Bambi,” he began, pointing at the chair, “sit down.” He spoke loudly, and firmly, as the clinic doctor had told him.

Bambi stared at him for a moment before obediently moving to the chair and sitting down. She crossed her legs and smiled at him. “Yes, Sir.” Another moment passed. “Why did I just call you Sir, Sir?” The brunette closed her mouth quickly, shocked at her actions.

“Listen carefully to me, Bambi.” He watched her stare at him, eyes focused. “Well,” Anthony began, “the community my father lives in has a lot of pull with many scientific facilities. One of the many perks of living there, the community is called Horizon Falls, is access to their services. One of them has research interests which rival or exceed most commonly known facilities. One of their specialties is behavior modification. Imagine being able to program terrorists, or rapists, even common criminals, to be productive members of society?”

He paused for a moment, taking in Bambi’s beautiful facial features as she listened like he commanded. “It should come as no surprise that certain people decided to use this to bring their wives, girlfriends, or children, in line as well. My father’s young fianc�e, Mary, is one of those girls.” He stared directly into her eyes. “When given the chance recently, I picked you to be mine.”

Bambi was too stunned to speak for a moment. “But why me, Sir? We broke up...” Her green eyes glistened in the light, she was honestly surprised by this turn of events. Nothing in her body language gave the impression she found being brainwashed alarming; in fact, that had been programmed out of her weeks ago. “I didn’t think you’d want to see me again, Sir.”

Anthony looked away for a moment. “For awhile, I didn’t want to see you. In fact, I hated your guts.” He pointed at her. “You used me, Bambi. I was an ATM machine for your shopping, trips, and salon appointments.” He stood up and paced a little bit in the room before coming to rest in front of her. Gently, he stroked her face. “But the funny thing is, as time passed, I began to miss you.” He thought for a moment. “I missed your charm, your beauty, your intellect. You really are smart; well, for a girl at least.” He leaned down and kiss her gently. Before she could stop, Bambi returned the kiss. “I realized that I, flaws and all, wanted you. I wanted to love you and marry you. You have a lot of assets I find pleasing.”

Bambi blushed, honestly moved by his words. Men didn’t normally speak about her like that. “T-t-thank you, Sir.” She was going to note some of the reasons why she broke things off with him, but the thoughts drifted out of her head before she could speak them. Her mind could focus on what she was wearing, so she asked a very superficial question. “Why...why am I dressed like this, Sir?”

Anthony laughed, his thumb coming up to his chin. “Well, you are dressed like that because I like you dressed that way. You know I am old fashioned, especially about sex and femininity, and corsets are very appealing.” He pointed at the girl’s panties. “Your underwear is a bit more modesty than what you are accustomed to wearing, but I think you will grow to enjoy it. I find thongs to be disgusting, too revealing.”

His gaze moved down to her feet, which made Bambi lower her eyes automatically and blush. He had always had a piercing gaze, and in her current state it was hard to bear. “Oh, and the heels are pretty obvious. A little different from the club wear you usually wear, but I like them. A black pump is classy and ladylike.” He returned to his own chair. “By the way, you’ve been conditioning to be unable to walk, except in situations like exercise and so forth, without heels on.”

Bambi looked down at her legs and thought about seeing if Anthony was bluffing. Deciding that it was doubtful he would bluff her, she tried another line of inquiry. “You...you think I am smart, Sir?”

Anthony smiled. “I do, Bambi, think you are very smart.” He walked across the room and wrote something down on a notepad. For a long moment, the goateed young man looked thoughtful. Finally, he came back across the room and sat down again across from Bambi. “You know, many girls in your situation, their intelligence is wiped away from them. Now, girls are naturally less...intelligent...than men to begin with, but many men decide that they want their girls to be silly, bubble brained, bimbos. Their brightness is wiped away and basically a walking doll is left over. Their choice, of course, but I find that despicable. I want something more substantiative.”

Bambi winced at the big words he used. It was hard to follow him, but she thought her grasp of his words was true. “Thanks...Sir?” She believed Anthony, but wasn’t sure if that was real or conditioned into her. When she tried to remember their relationship, only fuzzy details came to mind, but it did seem like something he would say.

Anthony nodded to her and looked at the two glasses on the desk. “Good girl. Now, allow me to demonstrate, in this controlled setting, the control I have over you.” He gazed directly at her. “Bambi, please fill my glass with water.”

Before she could stop herself, Bambi found that she had stood up, picked up his glass, and walked over to the refrigerator. Her tan hands reached into it for a water pitcher and she poured water into the glass. Swaying back over to him, her slow, feminine, style perfected after hours and hours walking in heels on a treadmill while being brainwashed, she put the drink down in front of him. Slowly, after a long moment where her mind felt like it was on pause, the brunette sat in her chair and, crossing her legs, smiled at him again.

“Good girl.” Anthony nodded his approval. Bambi blinked a few times, very confused by what had just happened to her. She found it was difficult to dwell on it, however, and softly smiled at Anthony again.

“That was,” Anthony began again, taking a sip from his glass, “a good demonstration of the control I have over you. I could make you bark like a dog, crawl across the floor to fellate me, or have you bang your head against the wall until you had brain damage.” He stood up and walked over to Bambi, taking her manicured hand in his own. “However, I don’t want any of that.”

He looked into her green eyes. “I want you. By the end of tonight, you will be my property.” Gently, he squeezed her hand at the girl’s eyebrows raising, “It’s just a fact, Bambi. You have been conditioned that way. But I want to love you, and for you to love me. My goal is for you to accept and commit yourself to being Mrs. Anthony Valenti without the necessity of forcing it.”

Bambi stared at him, wide eyed, “marriage, Sir?”

Anthony nodded, paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, and explained his views. “Yes, of course, marriage! I am conservative, old fashioned conservative not that cable news idiocy, and believe in marriage between a man, as husband and Master, and a girl, as wife, slave, and mother. You always seemed to like that about me, Bambi. A strong, confident, romantic, man to instruct, love, and train his wife.”

Bambi blinked rapidly again. Before she could stop herself, she spoke. “I need a man to guide my thoughts; I should think only what he tells me to.” She looked up at him, mouth open, then shut. For a moment, the brunette looked thoughtful. “That was conditioned into me, wasn’t it, Sir?”

“Good girl.” Anthony squeezed her hand in approval. This time, Bambi squeezed back. “You’ve also been conditioned to obey my instructions, as you saw earlier, and to feel safe around me. You have noticed you’re not freaking out, right?”

Bambi blushed a little. He was right. “I do feel safe with you, Sir.” She looked at him, eyes glistening from the light above them. “But that was never a problem for us, Sir. I always did.” Tentatively, Anthony stepped out of his chair and knelt in front of her. Leaning forward, he kissed her on the mouth. A moment later, she returned the kiss.

Bambi closed her eyes, remembering their better times. Maybe it was the haze and unbelievability, but yet so real, of her situation, but she found that there wasn’t a lot of resistance forming in her mind. Still, she needed to ponder this further. “Sir, can I think about what you have said? I need time.” The brunette looked at him, a desperate look on her face.

Anthony understood. “Of course; in fact, I thought you might, so I got you a room down the hall.” He motioned toward the door. “Take a few hours to think things through. However, we have a dinner date this evening. So don’t take too long.” Nervously, he smiled at her.

“T-t-thank you, Sir.” Bambi stood up and walked towards the door. She did not notice that she was still only wearing a corset and pumps. This floor was kept as a favor to the residents of Horizon Falls. No one unauthorized would be on the floor. The brunette did not notice either that she seemed to know which room was assigned to her.

As Bambi entered her room, down the long hall, the thud of the girl in the maid uniform’s high heels could be heard heading towards her room.