As I'm approaching the hospital's entrance, I hear clacking from behind. \ Sounds like two people in high heels. "Miss Classified, I'm agent Bunny, this is agent Foxy," -- I stop. I'm fully \ expecting a "come with us" line, but what I hear is something surprising -- \ "reporting for service." I turn around. Two young women, very similar, twins? One is blonde, the other's \ red. In uniform, passes read "Bunny" on the left -- that's the blonde one -- \ and "Foxy" on the right. They look cute, their faces are serious. I think for \ a minute, a bit lost. A bit? No, completely lost. Then I take out the phone, \ where was the search button again? Let's see here, agent Bunny, huh? I message her. > Please explain. "With pleasure, mam. For the next ten days you are promoted to colonel rank, \ without clearance. Your rank is valid only inside your hospital room. At the \ same time agent Mistress is suspended. You are in charge of her punishment, \ we are to help." Well, that's basically what I had in mind all along, except the help part. \ Coincidence? I'm sure I'm under surveillance 24/7, did agent Mistress organized \ it herself? Of course she did. So she wants more punishment? A bullet through \ her body is not punishment enough? No, she wants to be punished by me \ specifically, with the items I have here. You kinky bitch, I'll give you \ your punishment, just you wait. I nod. > Understood, your help is welcome. As we proceed into the room, my mind is working. When we enter, agent Mistress \ looks up and her face lights up. "Hey, Foxy-Bunny, how's life treating ya? Came to visit your old pal? Why so serious?" > Please explain her new status to her. "Yes, mam! Former agent Mistress, you are a disgrace to the organization. For \ your crimes you will be punished. Until said punishment runs its course, you \ are suspended. Temporarily revoked are your rights to uniform, free speech, \ free movement and bodily autonomy. Colonel Classified will be in charge of \ your punishment. You will now salute your superior." While agent Bunny speaks, former agent Mistress' face shows a range of emotions. \ Surprise, fear, acceptance, surprise again, then anticipation. She's \ a good actress, she is-- was an agent after all. "Colonel!" -- her hand moves reflexively. Quite a training program they have here. No, "former agent Mistress" does not sound right. I can't be fucked to keep using \ her title, and she is in no position to be called Mistress. We need a new name \ for her. Slave? Subject? Prisoner? No. Just a number will do. 28? Sure, why not. > Her new designation is 28. "You will be referred to as Twenty Eight. You may acknowledge." "MAM YES MAM!" > Please remove her cover and secure her to the bed. In my hardcase here are some > items you may use. "Yes, mam!" No hesitation, no surprise, one quickly done job. Her wrists and ankles are fixed \ to the bed now, she didn't show any resistance. She just... submits. > Put a blindfold on her. "Yes, mam!" -- done. > You may stop acknowledging orders. Silence. Good. > We need to talk, and she doesn't have to listen, can we do that? Bunny reaches into Foxy's pocket and fetches a pair of wired earplugs. 40 years \ later, and still wires? Yeah, whatever. She takes out her phone, connects \ earplugs to it, then puts them into 28's ears. She fiddles with the phone \ for a bit, then salutes me. I create a new private chat, named "operation 28", and invite agents there, \ as well as Old Man, who justs watches everything without saying a word. \ I show a phone to him, he picks his up. > Agents Bunny and Foxy, meet secret agent Old Man. Due to a clerical error > that is being looked into he is not on roster and he doesn't have clearance. > He will take part in the operation as well, under my command. "Honour to meet you sir!" -- they speak in unison. Old Man keeps a straight \ face and salutes them back -- "Agents." -- then looks at me and salutes me \ as well -- "Colonel." > At ease. I switch to Bunny's DMs. > Am I your commanding officer? Do you take orders from me? "Yes, mam!" > Please show the screen to agent Foxy as well. My first order is as follows. > It's a meta-order. Anything I will order or ask you to do should pass through > your judgement filter. I forbid you from following any of my orders if you > deem them not safe, or not sane, or against your organic wish. Effective > immediately. Any questions? "No, mam, extremely clear!" > Please describe your expertise. "With pleasure, mam! Besides standard agent qualifications, I am a trained \ medical nurse, and agent Foxy here is a trained psychology care assitant." > Excellent. Please describe your relations to 28. "Yes, mam! We were fellow members of a sorority. We had numerous intercourse \ events in the past." -- stated plainly, without emotions. > Understood. I switch to the chat. > What I'm going to tell you now is top secret, it may not be made known > to third parties, in particular to 28 herself. Please acknowledge. "Yes, mam!" "Yes, mam!" "Yes, mam!" -- Old Man plays his role. Does he enjoy it? I'll be watching closely. > This operation is not about actually punishing 28. It should look like > punishment, but it is my intention to make her time in suspension enjoyable > and memorable. To this effect we'll be engaging in activities that are often > associated with discomfort and humiliation, but could be pleasurable in other > circumstances. Please also be aware that 28 is recovering from a firearms-related > incident, it's of highest importance that she does not suffer any long-term > physical or psychological harm. Agents' faces change just slightly, indicating hints of first relief then sympathy. \ Old Man is not surprised. Still, I need him to know what's going on, what if \ he thinks we actually hurt 28 here? I don't want to hurt people, he knows that, \ but still. I switch to agent Bunny's DMs again. > Secret agent Old Man has recently returned from a mission. That mission included > him living alone in a small underground space for 40 years. He is also recovering > from a stroke. "That's horrible, mam!" > Indeed. As a separate part of operation please provide medical and psychological > care for him if possible. "Mam, with pleasue, mam!" -- she shows her screen to agent Foxy. Agent Foxy \ just salutes, clacking her shoes. > Please follow me outside. The three of us leave the room. The corridor is empty and silent. > You have training, I'm just a [redacted]. The good thing about "need to know" basis is that they don't need to know. Also \ it looks funny. > Do you need my directions or will you take the "punishment" from here? Any > questions any time, don't hesitate to ask. I'm not your CO outside of the room, > no need to be formal. "Mam, we are not that anal. We are trained to follow orders meaningfully, not \ literally. It doesn't suddenly make you not our superior just because \ you've moved an inch." I sigh. > Can I order you to drop the act for a bit? They think a short while, looking at each other. Then agent Foxy speaks politely, \ but firmly. "I'm afraid that's a negative, mam. In accordance with your meta-order that \ would be against our organic wish." "Please don't take this the wrong way, mam. I'm sure we will be friends later, \ but we already feel you are the best superior we'll ever have. We want to stay \ under your command for as long as possible. Of course you may address us \ any way you wish." I sigh again. > How old are you? "I'm afraid that's classified, mam." Fucking hell. > Of course. It was just a test, you've passed. "Very kind of you, mam." > Okay girls, if you insist. If I'm in charge of the operation, I will develop > the course, but I want your professional opinion. Fundamental to the plan is > to keep her horny the entire time. Can she take it? "No orgasms, mam?" -- agent Foxy looks concerned. > Tempting... but no. Orgasms will be provided -- generously, but at the same time > with implication of scarcity. She must be afraid it's her last one for a long time. "Understood, mam. I see no problems here." > Before we continue. Agent Bunny, please familiarize yourself with 28's current > health situation and the course of treatment. "At once, mam!" -- she's off.