In her room, Bambi tried to assess the situation. Anthony kidnapped and had her brainwashed; he had given her until the end of the day to accept her situation. There was something very strange about all of this for the brunette. She felt distant and uncomfortable with her hazy, previous, life. Nothing about her conversation with Anthony had particularly alarmed the girl. Perhaps, she thought as, pumps thudding again the carpet softly, she walked across the room to a mirror, he had conditioned her to not panic. That sounded like something Anthony would do. He was logical, very rational, and structured. It made sense that he wouldn’t want her alarmed or upset.

Part of Bambi was sickened by that, but part of her found Anthony’s decision to be part of his charm. Whether her ease with this sickened her further, she was unsure.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door. Bambi swayed over to the door, unaware how many hours she had sweated on a treadmill in platform heels to perfect her sexy gait. At the door stood Danielle, her best friend and, often, partner in crime. The dark haired girl stood before her in a French maid uniform, hair teased, body tanned, and breasts obviously augmented. The short girl had been pretty flat before, but now sported D cup breasts like Bambi’s more natural chest.

“Oh my God! Danielle!” The girls hugged excitedly. When they pulled away, for the first time, Bambi noticed the name tag that hung from her friend’s neck collar. It read “Dani,” a shortened version of her name. As her friend stared at her with a dimwitted smile on her face, Bambi began to put it all together. Dani had been given a similar treatment to her own.

Bambi’s hand shook as she guided Dani to the bed in the middle of the room. “They got you too, didn’t they?”

“Yep!,” Dani proudly exclaimed, clapping together manicured hands, “I was on a date with this nice man. He was pretty handsome and very, very, rich. So we were at his corporate apartment or whatever and he gave me a glass of wine. The next thing I knew, two weeks had passed and I was a little different.” She waved her hands over her breasts and outfit. “I no longer wanted to mess with men. I had a new duty in life.” The dark haired maid put her head on Bambi’s shoulder. “A purpose I was told you share with me?” Her green eyes glistened in the light, so deep yet so vapid and passive.

“To please men.” Bambi said it before she could stop herself.

Dani smiled and clapped. “I’m very excited you are here!” She walked over to the room’s closet and opened it, revealing a number of nice outfits. The brunette leaned over briefly, inciting cleavage exposed to Bambi. Anthony’s slave found no desires for Dani in that way; in fact, a thought popped into her mind that Anthony found those kinds of relations to be wrong. She blinked; now she did too.

Dani noticed her friend staring and spoke up. “I am really different now, Bambi.” There was no hint in her face or voice that their name changes were anything to regard. “I feel a lot differently now. I have new values, values that matter, not just chasing rich men and taking their money.” She spun around in place. “Men are such a joy for girls like us!”

Bambi smiled and sighed. Certainly she agreed, but the brunette found that the values programmed into her weren’t so...enthusiastic. They just...were. That’s exactly how Anthony would want it. Suddenly, she decided to change the subject. “Dani, what is with the maid uniform? Who is your owner?”

“I don’t belong to a specific man.” Dani paused and thought for a moment. It was clear to Bambi she wasn’t used to carry on a conversation. “I work for this hotel floor, which Horizon Falls has rented out for their purposes. Such as introducing you to your new condition. The really smart man who runs this floor thought it would be good to have me visit you.”

Bambi nodded and hugged her friend. Despite their ridiculous outfits, Dani’s maid uniform and Bambi only wearing lingerie, she was happy to see her. Suddenly, the phone near the bed rang. The brunette looked over at her maid friend, who nodded to pick it up. “Hello?”

“Bambi, it’s Anthony,” he began, “I just wanted to check on you. I assume you had a nice reunion with your friend Dani?”

Bambi looked over at the girl and smiled. “Yes, Sir.” Dani idly stared at the girl, specifically at the phone in her hand. Bambi realized that her friend was reacting to Anthony’s voice over the phone. She was reacting to a man’s voice, fully commanding her attention.

“Good girl. Listen, I was hoping you’d had some time to think about our situation here. I don’t want to rush you, but do you have any questions for me, sweetie?”

Bambi blushed at being called sweetie. She’d playfully told him to stop doing that one night. He started doing it more. His defiance had turned her on a lot. “I-I-I don’t think I have any questions for you, Sir. I’ve just been thinking about some things and talking to Dani, Sir. I’m...I’m not sure what to say right now.” She sighed softly; hopefully, Anthony got the hint.

He did. “OK, I understand what you are saying. We can talk tonight in the limo and at dinner.” Anthony thought for a moment. “Now, I need you to put the phone on speaker.” A moment passed before Bambi obeyed. “Good girl.” He looked down at his desk, checking his notes, and pressed the appropriate button combination on the phone console.

A sharp noise pierced the hotel room room where the girls stood. Bambi held her head in pain for a moment, but then thinking became harder and harder. As the noise finished, the brunette’s mind had blanked and she stood at attention in the middle of the room. Dani had also stopped where she was and joined her at attention.

Anthony pushed a key combination on his laptop, which brought up a live feed of the room. The beautiful occupants both waited at attention for his instruction. “Girls, I need your complete focus.” He laughed, realizing he had it without saying a word. “Bambi, your conscious mind cannot know the location of that hotel quite yet. Not until we are together at least. Until we are reunited, your entire focus will be on getting ready for tonight. I will be quite pleased if you are your most beautiful self tonight. Dani will assist you in getting ready. She has been programmed with my specific desires for you. Be a good girl and obey now. Dani, you may hang up the phone.”

Dani walked over and hung up the phone. “Come Bambi, we have to prepare you for your date with Mr. Valenti.” The life had been stricken from the maid’s eyes. She only had one purpose: serving Mr. Valenti’s needs. Bambi, just as blank, followed Dani towards the closet where her outfit for the evening awaited her.

A few hours later, after Dani prepared Bambi and had her brought to Anthony’s suite, he finished adjusting his tie and straightened his suit jacket. After checking his beard again for any imperfections, he walked across the suite he had picked out for the evening to the bedroom, where Bambi stood in front of a wall length mirror.

Dani had done an incredible job with the future Mrs. Valenti. The brunette’s hair, nails, and tan had already been professionally done during her out processing before leaving the brainwashing clinic. The maid had accentuated her looks and really brought out her most aesthetically pleasing features. A long black gown hugged her curves and was opened just enough to show a hint of cleavage, but not too much; Anthony despised overt displays of body parts. Black pumps made the girl look classy and sophisticated. They also raised her bubble butt up a bit. A pair of his dead mother’s pearls adorned her neck. She appeared as his dream girl: old school sexy, sophisticated, but yet very modern without the raunch.

He was tempted by purchasing Dani for his soon to be wife, but with three girls already brainwashed and employed in his home, he didn’t see a place for the girl. Soon, the girl would be purchased by someone. Whether from her days in the hotel or nights dancing at the club. Either way, she wasn’t long for life without a Master. Right now, however, his focus was on the beautiful girl in front of him. He stepped behind her and kissed the back of the brunette’s head. “Hey, are you ready to leave? I have a few people you need to be introduced to tonight.”

Bambi turned around quickly and smiled at Anthony. Suddenly her smile slowly went away and she squinted at him. “How did I end up here, Sir?” She looked lost in thought for a few moments. “I was with Dani, and then you called, and then...” She frowned. “I don’t remember anything before a few minutes ago, when I found myself dressed up for a night out. You certainly have something to do with this, Sir.”

Anthony actually started to laugh. “Good girl. You are pretty smart, for a girl at least. I like that a lot.” He kissed her gently, which she returned. “To fill in your missing time, yes I did call and then I had you girls tranced. I instructed Dani to dress you for tonight and have you sent to my suite to meet up with me. You obeyed because I have total control over you. It’s really that simple.”

Bambi stared at him for a moment. “Thanks for explaining that, Sir.” She turned back to the mirror. “I-I-I really like the way you dressed me. I know you like this kind of stuff.”

Anthony wrapped his arms around her. “I do, and I hope you will eventually. I could flip a switch and make you right now.” He pulled away and turned her to face him. “However, I don’t want to do that. I want you to submit to that on your own. You’ll come around, I know it.”

“Tonight,” he began, taking her hand and motioning for the door, “I am going to introduce you to my father and to some other important men in Horizon Falls. You’ll likely also meet the newest Chattelbot, Terri, um, Theresa, my father’s friend Andrew’s property.” He ran his hand down her face as they waited at the elevator. “Look your best, keep smile, agree with me and, as you can, with any other men you encounter. Be a good representative of me.”

Bambi leaned forward, taking the initiative, and kissed him. “OK. I can do that, Sir.” She took a manicured hand and gently ran it over his pants as the doors closed. In the wall reflection, Anthony’s slave noticed a soft smile was affixed to her face. She found it impossible to take her mind’s focus off of it.

Noticing this as they descended towards the main floor of the hotel, Anthony grinned at the girl. “I gave you a direct order. You will find that you are unable to defy it for the entire evening. Trying to will just make your head hurt.” At the main floor, he took her hand again, smiling at her tight squeeze as they walked through the corridors to their waiting limo out front.

Inside the limo, after a few minutes of silence as they traveled through the streets of the affluent city neighborhood, Anthony spoke again. “It could be much worse. I dress you like a lady, don’t abuse you, and treat you well.” He wrapped a few fingers over hers. “Your needs will be taken care of and we can be together for the rest of our lives. Like I think both of us wanted, but minus the excessive spending, well, without permission, and any disobedience.” He squeezed gently. “I do care about and love you, Bambi.”

They kissed again. “You really do like me that much, don’t you, Sir?” Bambi found herself unable to question his sincerity. Whether conditioned or not, it didn’t matter. Anthony really was sincere about his desire for her. Bambi returned the kiss and continued to rationalize the situation. “I mean, you could have anyone most likely, within reason at least.” Anthony shrugged a little and nodded. “But you want me, Sir. That is touching.”

Bambi pulled away and stared at him. “I-I-I think I want you as well, Sir. I-I want to be with you, to be yours.” She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him.

Anthony pulled away after a few quiet minutes. He paused momentarily, nervousness showing on his face. “Well, if you have decided,” he smiled at her eager, smiling, nod. “Then there is something you need.” Out of his jacket pocket, he pulled a large diamond engagement ring. “Since you seem to be a short a last name, how about we get married and you can take mine? I’m happy to share it.”

Bambi started crying at he slipped the ring on her, but also laughed at his awkward, dorky, joke. “Yes, yes, I will, Sir.” She thought for a moment, beautiful green eyes glistening in the light from a traffic light. “I want to be Mrs. Valenti, Mrs. Bambi Valenti, Mrs. Anthony Valenti, Sir.” The brunette wiped away a few tears and looked back down at the ring. It was huge, only the best for her. Anthony was wonderful.

They arrived at the gentleman’s club where tonight’s gathering was taking place. Bambi quickly cleaned herself up, letting Anthony dab at her face to clean up some runny mascara. She fixed her makeup, straightened his crocked tie, and, at his approval of her appearance, and his nervous wonderment about his own, allowed her fianc�e to escort her out of the limo and into the club.

In the years to come, Bambi would find out that this was a pretty typical get together at the gentleman’s club in Horizon Falls. The men did business and socialized with each other. The married girls chatted with each other, one or two joining the men from time to time, and generally had a good time of it. Bambi found that the married girl’s were welcoming of her and did not fight, gossip, or attempt to one up each other. She found it so refreshing, but concerned that it had taken conditioning to achieve it.

She quickly learned to ignore the various Chattelbots who danced at the club or “entertained” the men. Harmony, Nikki, Crystal, Stacie, or whatever their names were, she just blocked them out as they pranced around the club, being remoted to join men on couches or in back rooms. Anthony never mentioned taking advantage of their services so, until they were part of the married community in Horizon Falls, she could have cared less about them. The same went for Dani, whose life became meaningless to her once that engagement ring slipped onto her finger.

Anthony introduced Bambi to his father Paul, who hand shake made the girl giggly and ditzy in his presence. She realized this was conditioned into her most likely and just rode it. Mary, his very young date, was a hyperactive, bubbly, airhead. Thankfully, a few years from now, she would be traded in and sold for other purposes. The future Mrs. Valenti then met, as promised, Andrew and his, a few hours from now, fianc�e Theresa. She showed off her ring to Theresa, pleased with the chubby Chattelbot’s envious facial expression.

Bambi introduced herself as “The future Mrs. Bambi Valenti.” That made her excited, not because she was a piece of property, she was, but because she was truly proud of it. For a few minutes, the girls chatted about nothing that important. Mary turned out to be as much of an airhead as she seemed, amazed by the most minor things a man did and bumbling in regards to any sort of deep, rational, thought. Theresa was much more interesting, obviously not used to this but eager to please, and very kind and thoughtful. They made friends very quickly.

Turned out, Theresa had a daughter only slightly younger than Bambi. She found herself drawn to the older girl; the chubby slave was much more normal and less like most of the other girls in the room. They could grow to be close friends.

Bambi turned to respond to something idiotic Mary had said when her mind blanked. The word “kneel” appeared in her mind and she turned to face her Master on the floor. Another remoted command instructed her to “perform” for him. She smiled and looked up at her Master as her hands unbuttoned his pants. “Mary is a moron, can we work together to find your father something better?” Anthony laughed and then gasped as his fianc�e enthusiastically began bouncing up and down on his cock.

Back at Anthony’s floor length apartment on one of the top floors of a complex, the engaged lovers, Master and slave, made out in the elevator on the way up. At the ping noise, the doors opened and they entered the large waiting room. A set of spiraling stairs caught Bambi’s eye to the right. On the left, however, her eye was distracted from that by the appearance of three girls waiting at attention. Confused, she turned to Anthony. Behind him, in a mirror, she noticed the wide grin still on her face.

“Oh, right,” he began, waving his hand at them. The maid came forward first. The beautiful, dark haired, Hispanic girl, barely older than Bambi, curtsied very low, revealing augmented cleavage in her uniform’s corset. “This is Maria. She will be your personal maid in my home. Silly girl came to America illegally, got caught, and was ‘lost’ in the prison system before being transferred back home.”

Bambi stared at the girl. She was beautiful; soft, enchanting green eyes and her pale skin made the girl look like a Hispanic doll. Suddenly, a curiosity caused her to ask a question. “How are Chattelbots found, Sir?”

Anthony grinned. “Maria, you may have the rest of the evening off.” The maid did not speak, just turned and swayed away. Shiny black pumps clicked across the tile before being replaced by a muttered thud as she went up the stairs towards her quarters. He turned to Bambi. “Many come from the buyer’s life. A secretary, girlfriend, daughter, wife, and so on. Some are rivals, whether in business or school. Others are random girls a buyer becomes infatuated with.” He paused, thinking about his father’s Chattelbot attention deficient disorder, “I don’t really like that.”

The next girl to step forward was a Persian with flowing, long, black hair down her back. Her emerald eyes were idle and very still. A pink turtleneck hugged large breasts and her round bottom was accentuated by a vinyl miniskirt and knee high, high heeled boots, the same color as her hair. “This is Parand,” Anthony began. “She is the Valenti, my side, our side, family driver. Anytime you need to go out, and I am not using her, she will be driving you.” Bambi squinted at the girl, looked over at her fianc�e, unsure of the necessity. “She was a gift to the family from an Iranian government official.” Bambi shrugged. “You may go, Parand.” Again, the slave did not speak, but simply left.

A brunette with wavy hair and augmented breasts came forward next. This girl was dressed only in a soft pink set of bra and panties and clear platform heels. “Master, is this her?” She asked with a heavy Australian accent. It was clear from the enthusiastic look on her face that she was excited to meet Bambi. Her breasts softly bounced up and down as the girl could not remain in place for long.

Bambi looked from the girl back to Anthony. “What does she do?” The brunette stared at the girl’s soft, thick, lips suspiciously.

Anthony did not change his facial expression. “Talia is my secretary at work.” Bambi eyed him again. “Every man dreams of having a sexy secretary. I chose to indulge in it. She stays in the guest room.” Bambi smiled and nodded, fine with this very attractive distraction.

Talia turned and walked back to her own room. Which left Anthony and Bambi standing in the hallway. Bambi looked around the waiting room and into the living room and kitchen. “Wow,” was all she could say, impressed with the large apartment.

“This is just the beginning,” Anthony said, taking Bambi’s hand, “my business is beginning to take off, due a lot to my father’s previous financial fame. After the wedding, we will move into a large mansion so you can be taken care of properly.” He kissed her. “I only want the best for my wife.”

Bambi kissed him back. “I love you...” Before she could finished that statement, a shudder went through her. For a long moment, her eyes glazed over. “Chattelbot has finished programming, Master.” She blinked a few times and feel into his arms awkwardly, confused. Head buried in his chest, she realized what had just happened. All distractions were gone from her mind. Soon, she would be Mrs. Anthony Valenti. This moment was when she embraced it completely.

After the moment passed, Bambi tugged at Anthony’s jacket. A seductive, sexy, look appeared on her face. Following her up the stairs, Anthony grinned at his beautiful fianc�e. She was still the same intelligent, beautiful, sexy, girl he had loved before. But now, Bambi, she would love, honor, and obey him for the rest of her life.

Bambi truly was a good girl name.