Elana's parents were very traditional, very strict. Although she was old enough to have her driver's license, and should have been out Friday night, she was stuck at home while her parents went out.

It was going to be a long weekend, the parents had a convention to go to, and didn't want Elana unsupervised the whole weekend. Monday was a holiday, so they wouldn't see her until Monday night.

"How humiliating, thought Elana to herself. I am too old for a babysitter, and I know that the big blonde bitch they hired is obnoxious." Elana was a beautiful, petite, Filipina, who stood at most 4'11". Her almond eyes were set deeply in her tanned face, her lips were full and succulent. She got on the tread mill in her bedroom and furiously started power-walking, working up a good sweat, her tight little body flexing with each stride.

Roberta, the babysitter arrived, carrying a six pack. She was one of those women who thought they were hotter than they were, aloud mouth with nothing better to do with her time than get buzzed and stare at the TV like a zombie. She wasn't fond of Elana, because Elana represented her lost youth, even though Roberta was only 33, she thought she was over the hill. Her boyfriends had sprayed their shorts checking out barely legal girls like Elana, and that pissed Roberta off.

"This was easy money" thought Roberta, as she kicked off her shoes, her 5' 10" frame taking up the recliner as she grabbed the remote. She put her long blonde hair in a pony tail and opened a beer.

Elana came in from working out, drenched in the sweat and frustration of her situation. Roberta looked at her with disdain. Elana spoke: "Black Scorpion comes on Sci-fi, there's a marathon." Roberta answered. "So what, I want to watch cops." Elana fumed. She had waited al week to see her show, and this unwelcome Amazonian bimbo wanted to watch shirtless white trash get arrested instead.

"Why don't you make yourself useful, you spoiled brat, and do some dishes or something. Pour me a beer in a glass while your at it." Said Roberta. She held out a can of beer while looking at the screen.

Reluctantly, Elana took the can of beer, she thought about how if she were her TV heroin she'd be able to turn the tables...that's when she saw the bottle of pills.

One area where Elana's parent's had become a little too Americanized...was the use of anti depressants. Like so many other women her mom's age, there was a cocktail of treatments for depression in the form of a pill.

Elana formulated a plan. She ground 3 pills, one from each prescription between two spoons in the kitchen, and mixed it into the beer. Roberta called from the other room. "What's taking so long?" she barked. "I'm coming Master." said Elana sarcastically.

Elana handed Roberta her drink. "That's more like it, I'm glad you know to respect your elders, um, even though I'm not old. You should just wait on me hand and foot. I wish I could afford a maid." said Roberta obnoxiously. Elana faked a broken dialect, going along with it, for the moment. "You right Miss Roberta, me like waiting on you, big American Beauty, I humble in your presence. I bet you so bitchin you can slam that beer, not like me I too tiny." Elana winced hearing herself in that self-deprecating tine, but she had a plan.

"Sheeee-it yeah, dawg." Said the tall buxom blonde in a vernacular that makes white women sound really dumb. Roberta titled her head back and slammed that beer in one gulp, not noticing the residue at the bottom.

Elana quickly took the beer glass before she could notice. She spoke in that awful fake dialect to keep Roberta off-guard. "You want me bring another beer and give you footrub while you drink it?"

Roberta was getting glassy eyed. "Yeah, bring another and rub my feet, I'm getting the royal treatment, I deserve it." she hiccuped.

Elana quickly went into the other room with a can, and grabbed a roll of duct tape and some elmer's glue. She squirted the glue into an empty lotion bottle in the bathroom trash. With the tape hidden behind her, in the waist band of her sweat pants, she brought Roberta another doctored beer, and the lotion, then kneeled in front of her.

"Holy shit," slurred Roberta, "you really did have a change of attitude. I always met guys who liked to rub my feet, because they say I have great arches, but you look just like the chicks where I get my nails done, kneeling in front of me, my pretty feet waiting to be pampered.."

Roberta had trouble with the beer and was cradling it next to her ample breasts as Elana poured the "lotion" into her palms and started massaging the tall blonde's feet. It was humiliating, but she had a plan. The glue would help adhere to the tape, where as lotion would have made escape possible. As Roberta's head started to nod, her eyes looked up to the back of her head, only the whites showing.

Elana knew the blonde would out-power her, she was taller and had more leg strength, so the legs would need to be immobilized first. As Roberta's eyes kept flickering, only the whites showing, Elana quickly duct taped both of her ankles to the pad of the recliner. Roberta's head moved and she drooled a little, but didn't say anything yet. Quick to her feet, petite Elana ran to the other side of the recliner and duct taped Roberta's hands together in front of her at the wrists then ran a line of tape around the back of the chair, holding Roberta's upper arms in place. She slapped a piece of tape over Roberta's mouth, after, yuck, wiping her chin, then stood back and looked at her handiwork.

Roberta shook her head in disbelief, she was pretty out it, the double dose of the three anti-depressants mixed with alcohol, had her pretty compliant. She half-heartedly struggled, but she was taped down well.

"Now you big amazon bimbo, who is in charge?" said Elana with satisfaction. "I have the weekend to give you an attitude adjustment. You racist bitch, you're going to grovel at MY feet, and be my personal servant, maybe more." "I hated your attitude ever since we met, I was humiliated touching your size 9's but you'll be thanking me for letting you lick between my toes before I'm done."

Elana enjoyed the power she know had over the tall bitch. She had been an avid reader of the EMCSA website, and printed out some of her favorite stories.

She retrieved a few of her favorites and her trusty vibrator. "I have a ample supply of batteries, "Roberta" she hissed. Elana tore open Roberta's pants and jammed the high revving vibrator into Roberta's intoxicated, frightened, but now slightly wet vagina. It hummed intensely as Roberta spasmed. Her mind may have not been on board, but her clitoris couldn't help but comply. Wave after wave of mechanical induced pleasure overtook Roberta.

Elana began reading from several different stories, making up an induction as she went along. "You can't help but feel that pleasure, just from hearing my voice, my little voice gets you off. You feel pleasure just hearing me tell you what to do."

Roberta shook her head no, but her clit and her body said yes, as the orgasms started, even against her will. "You come because I tell you too, because you belong to me now. You are my toy, my puppet, my servant. I am in total control, and you come just hearing my voice. Seeing my face gets you hot.

Roberta tried to look away, but she was fastened down well. Elana got right into her face, then another idea hit her. "Try not to imagine yourself programmed to completely obey me, your Filipina goddess, you can't because you worship me!"

Cheap, reverse psychology that it was, Roberta tried NOT to think of herself obeying Elana's every command, but the orgasms kept coming and she kept seeing herself doing everything Elana had described.

Elana sprinted from the room, her tanned legs flexing every toned young muscle. Her tiny feet carrying her through the house. She grabbed a dictation recorder, a pair of walkman headphones, and clothespins.

Roberta was twitching in vain on the chair, too drugged, too wasted, to escape. Elana attached the clothespins to her nipples, and began reciting her commands into the Dictaphone:

She switched the TV to her show using the remote control. Another brainstorm hit her as she lowered the sound.

"Roberta, you will answer to Robota, you are programmed to obey me, to worship me, to get off on young filipina's. Everything about me makes you obey and worship me."

Roberta shook her head no, but she felt the orgasm, the warm orgasm of pleasure while being told she was obedient.

Roberta was perspiring. The glisten of perspiration made Elana's eyes' light up. She took of her sweat soaked panties, and plucked off her sneakers and looked at helpless Roberta.

She turned the vibrator up another notch, and Roberta was like a fish on land, flopping in orgasm on the recliner. Elana held the crotch of her soaked panties over Roberta's nose and pressed the moist fabric on the flaring nostrils. "This, this is ONE of your trigger scents, you will always respond to this scent, with obedience, awe, and worship. THIS scent makes you weak as a jelly-fish, horny as a dog in heat, obedient as a robot. Memorize the scent of your owner, like a good dog!"

Roberta's logic tells her she doesn't want to, but her body betrays her. She smells the musky scent of her young captor and has another orgasm. Elana's panties equal orgasm. Elana's pussy equals orgasm.

Roberta's eyes filled with fear, her body tiring, her fight dwindling, after several hours of Elana's panties, her socks, the sneakers taped over her face, the only way for her to get air through her nose, memorizing scent after scent.

The Chair was soaked in perspiration. Elana took a towel and wiped Roberta down. She had recorded the whole series of suggestions and commands on the dictation device. Rewinding the tape, she put in the headphones.

With another beer she made her little cocktail, and poured it into a pan. The vibrator was given fresh batteries, and Elana showed the pan to Roberta.

"Are you thirsty yet, my slave Robota? asked Elana Roberta nodded her head. She became dehydrated and fatigued in the last several hours. Elana took her other sneaker off, poured the beer/pill mixture into it, swirled it around and then put it back into the pan. She then took a funnel and held them both over Roberta.

"You'll drink this, and like it. It contains the flavor of your owner and mistress, you'll feel orgasmic pleasure knowing you are being treated to my flavors. From now on you won't be able to drink anything without imagining it cascaded all over my young body before entering your mouth. Even in bar, or on a beach, a water fountain, you will imagine the beverage you crave, you need that fulfills you has run allover the sweating body of a young filipina woman picking up her flavors and delivering them to you, the humble slave robot who obeys the filipina goddess. You are mine to command, you now crave the humiliation and the pleasure it gives you."

Weak, drugged, exhausted, dehydrated, Roberta tries to not imagine several young, tanned petite filipinas, she tries not to see herself, while towering over them, helpless to resist their every command, but all she can see is herself, standing at attention being told what to do and then on her hands and knees in submission, looking up at the women she puts so high on a pedestal.

The vibrator kicks in, and the funnel is forced into Roberta's mouth, the beer is now warm, from the heat of Elana's foot, and the pills are well dissolved. The rush of orgasm as the suggestions combine with the sensation of pleasure, make the room Roberta is in seem to darken and fade away.

The tape machine comes on and the headphones deliver the message, which seems to come from inside her very head.

"My name is Robota, I belong to Elana, I obey her every command, I crave her every scent and flavor and am helpless against her. I am her inferior, she is my superior in every way. I worship and obey her, I am hers to control. I am weak and submissive to any filipina who commands me. To obey Elan is pleasure. To taste Elana is orgasm. I belong to Elana. I am Robota."

The next morning:

Roberta awoke, the sun drifted into the room. Her long legs were asleep, from being in the same position all night. She looked around, and walking into the room was the little hottie she babysat. Wearing nothing but short shorts and a t-shirt cut off below the breasts, Elana sashayed in the room, well rested and fresh off the treadmill. She had sneakers on an no socks. Roberta felt a twinge of pleasure go through her body as she looked at the young woman before her.

"you probably need to use the bathroom Robota, said Elana. Another wave of pleasure tingled Roberta. Elana undid the duct tape at Roberta's ankles, and re taped them together. She undid Roberta's arm, still asleep and re-taped them together. Roberta was no longer attached to the chair, but she was still immobilized.

With a monumental effort Elana rolled Roberta off the chair and onto the floor, facing down,posed as if crawling. She put a bucket under Roberta, and plucked the vibrator out. "Now pee Robota, you are not good enough to use my bathroom, you are only worthy to use a bucket, by peeing in the bucket you acknowledge I am your superior and you are mine to command. Her bladder unable to say no, Roberta let loose into the bucket. Subconsciously it reinforced she was indeed Elana's to command.

Satisfied thus far, Elana pushed Roberta over onto her back using her feet. She then taped Robertas arms to her sides, and her legs together in several places. Roberta, even if well rested and in top condition, would not have been able to move.

Elana left the room and returned. She came back with another "cocktail" and a baby potty trainer. She put the headphones with fresh batteries on Roberta, she shoved the vibrator back into her with fresh batteries, and funneled the drink into her.

With the potty trainer in place, over Roberta's face, she lie helpless, the opening in the seat the only area she can see through. Elana put on her favorite show, and looked down at Roberta.

"Now Robota, to further ensure you know your place, I'm going to watch my show while you get to watch my pussy and my anus. There's a little patch of skin between them called the perineum. That is all you are worthy to touch with your tongue. You belong to me now and obey my every command. You will soon associate pleasure with knowing your place beneath me, and accepting you worship my perineum.

You will not be able to look at another Filipina without desperately wanting to lick her perineum. The humiliation and subservience will get you off."

Roberta heard a tiny voice in her head, as Elana suspected, that she needed to fight. But the legs were immobilized, the arms tight to her body, the drugs were kicking in, and the vibrator was bringing so much pleasure with these ideas. The tape player came to life and the tape began, as the room went dark, the scent of the underside of the young Filipina hottie filled the confined space. The musky delight, the warm skin, the salty rough patch was pressing against her lips.

Elana began to watch the marathon.

The tape played into Roberta's ears. "My name is Robota, I belong to Elana, I obey her every command, I deserve humiliation. Elana's every scent and flavor puts me more under her command. I have always worshipped and obeyed her, I am hers to control. I exist to be submissive to filipinas. To obey Elana is pleasure, to obey Elana is my purpose. I go into trance upon her command, "program mode" To taste Elana is orgasm. I belong to Elana. I am Robota, programmed to obey my mistress's voice. My body responds to her voice commands. My mind thinks only what Elana commands me, it her voice overrides my own thoughts. The only voice in my head is that of Elana. I am Robota, property of Elana.

The taped was an endless loop cassette, and Elana felt the occasional twinge of pleasure and tickle as the tongue of her once bitchy sitter reached out to touch her perineum. Not sure how long to keep this up, and not wanting to get in trouble...there was no turning back now: Elana wanted to get the training as ingrained as possible. It was only Saturday morning. She didn't want the pills usage to be obvious, and tried to think of other ways to intensify her power over Roberta.

Several hours passed. Dusk fell.

Elana wanted to create another phase of control. She let the tape run while she recorded another. She really wanted to see how Roberta was coming along but was afraid she might not be deeply enough trained.

Sure, one could say that Elana was a little spoiled. She not only had a treadmill in her room but a nice computer system, and a collection of shoes any woman would envy. She wanted to have all of her shoes licked clean, removing the little foot prints embedded into the insoles of her shoes. Was Roberta that trained yet, or would she blow it?

She hadn't had any fun ordering her around yet and she really wanted the programming to end and the fun to begin!

Elana took her digital camera stood nude in front of it. She set the timer and stood with her hands on her hips in a dominant pose. Using a photo software she traced her body and pasted the picture overtop of a swirling pinwheel. She set it up on her desktop and let it ride on an endless loop.

Back to the Living room.

Roberta hadn't moved. She was on her back, face under the potty trainer a pair of panties covering her from the light of the TV. The tape was still playing. Elana turned off the vibrator and the tape, and removed the potty trainer. She sat Roberta up and with apprehension undid only her long legs. Roberta was still. That was a good sign. Arms still at her sides, and re-duct taped on her mouth, Roberta's eyes were glazed. The expression was no longer of anxiety and fear, but dull and lethargic. This was also a good sign.

Elana grabbed Roberta under the arms and told her to stand. "On your feet Robota, stand up!" Shakily, unsteadily, Roberta rose to her feet. Perhaps her legs were still asleep somewhat, maybe it was exhaustion and lack of movement. Like a sleep walker she slowly moved each step toward the bedroom while Elana guided her. Elana hoped Roberta didn't fall she was too big to drag.

They made it. In front on the PC screen Elana commanded Roberta to kneel. "Robota, on your knees!" Roberta slowly sank to her knees.

Elana then duct taped her ankles together, and brought the taped hands up to her face. She ran a piece of tape around the elbows so she could put a shoe in Roberta's cupped hands. She hesitantly removed the tape from Roberta's mouth.

Roberta was transfixed on the swirling pinwheel and the photo of the beautiful Filipina in the center. Her eyes glazed over and her jaw went slack. Elana was content, for now.

She turned on the newest tape. The tape played into Roberta's ears.

"My name is Robota, I belong to Elana, I obey her every command. Elana is beauty. I have always worshipped and obeyed her, I am hers to control. I exist to be submissive to my Filipina controllers. Each lick of her flavor increases her control, and reduces my will. Elana is perfection, to obey Elana is my purpose. I go into trance and stand at attention upon her command, "program mode" I belong to Elana. I am Robota, programmed to obey my mistress's voice. Her flavor enters my body and takes over, my body responds to her voice commands. My mind thinks only what Elana commands me, it her voice overrides my own thoughts. The voice in my head is that of Elana. I am Robota, property of Elana.

With the tape playing and the first shoe of many in place, Elana gives a test command. "Tongue, lick the shoe." Roberta's tongue slowly glides along the imprint of the tiny toes and begins to clean the shoe.

Elana was wet with excitement. The sheer power is a rush. She was getting impatient. But she knew if she watched a few hours of her marathon she could check on Roberta periodically and swap out other salty little shoes.

Late Saturday Night:

With Several hours passed, after 2 full days of indoctrination, hypnosis of sorts, and pavlovian conditioning, the use of the anti-depressants as hypnotics, and the Patty Hearst school of brain washing, Elana wanted to see her handiwork.

She went into her room. Barely blinking, in the dark kneeled Roberta. The 5'10 once arrogant blonde was looking humbled. Her sweat had soaked her hair, her body was covered in perspiration, and her tongue slowly licked at what was placed in front of her.

Very hesitantly, Elana removed the duct tape from the arms. They didn't move. She removed the shoe, now with no traces of footprints, and put it on the floor. She lowered Roberta's arms and they stayed where she put them. Amazing. The undid the duct tape and flinched. Was Roberta faking? Did it all work? Roberta stayed still. Elana HAD to know.

"Stand up! Program mode." Roberta slowly stood up at attention. She didn't move, she hardly blinked. "Can you hear me?" Asked Elana. "Yes." replied Roberta. "You need a shower, you stink. You will take a shower and remain in trance, you cannot leave trance until I command you, do you obey?" asked Elana with a little question I her voice.

"I obey Elana." was her reply. Elana felt the edge of an orgasm rushing to her young little crotch. She followed her new plaything into the shower and washed her off, wary of her snapping out of trance. She tried to build in a failsafe.

As she lathered up the tall amazon, who stared blankly ahead while her large breasts and long legs were covered in soap, she spoke to her. "Robota, each drop of water that hits you reinforces you are under my control and deepens your trance. The water only deepened you trance an obedience, and only I can take you out of trance with my voice command to awaken."

Apparently it worked. Elana dried off and dressed her larger than life sized Barbie doll and got cleaned up herself. She put on a ratty pair of sneakers without socks, a pair of fresh short shorts. She then told Elana to sit in front of the PC and stare at the screen while straightened up the living room, getting rid of all evidence of her deeds. "Stare at the screen and hear the tapes in your head, everything you have heard from all three AGAIN until I return.

Roberta continued to stare at the beautiful Filipina goddess on the desktop. She thought nothing but the sentences she had heard on all three tapes. Her eyes focused, her posture perfect, her expression blank.

Elana returned. She really wanted to have some fun.

"Robota, I command you to stand." she said. Roberta complied. "Walk into the living room and sit on the recliner, once seated see the screen from the PC on the TV and hear the tapes again." Roberta walked into the living room and sat down. Elana was ecstatic!

Elana shut down the PC and went into the living room after running on her treadmill for about 10 minutes. She wanted to call her best friends and tell them but she wasn't sure if Roberta was ready to be shown as a toy.

As excited as she could get, Elana walked into the living room. Roberta sat as commanded. Elana was ready for the big test.

"Robota, leave trance." said Elana, unsure of what would happen. Roberta began to blink rapidly. She looked around the room. She looked at her hands, her feet, and then at Elana. Suddenly a look came over her face. A look like she had never shown Elana. A look that she was seeing the most beautiful woman on the planet, a look of complete humility, and total obedience. A longing was on her face. A hunger was in her lips, and her tongue glided across them.

"You thirsty? Would you like a glass of water?" asked Elana. "A glass of water." Echoed Roberta, softly. Roberta began to stand up, but Elana told her. "Don't move, I'll bring it to you." Elana returned with a glass of tap water. She handed it to Roberta, who could not keep her eyes off Elana. She drank the water.

A huge wave of pleasure came over Roberta, from her toes to her head, as she moaned softly drinking the water. The images of several young Filipina women, tanned, perspired rubbing cascades of water under their arms and across their breasts, letting the water run down onto their crotches and down their legs, between their toes and into the waiting glass flooded Roberta's mind. She shuddered with pleasure as she drank the glass empty.

"You seemed to enjoy the water immensely, did you like it?" asked Elana coyly. "Yes Ma'am, I did." replied Roberta with a new respect in her voice. She looked at Elana, transfixed by her beauty, not really thinking anything but hoping Elana would say something else, anything else, just so she could hear her voice and feel it go through her like a wave.

"Get up, and walk over to the kitchen table then sit down." said Elana dryly. Like an automated response, Roberta stood up and walked toward the kitchen table. Halfway there Elana wanted to try something else. "Legs stop." she blurted. Roberta's legs stopped. She looked confused. "Arms straight out" said Elana. Roberta's arms extended out in front of her. "What's happening"...Roberta started to say. "trance." blurted Elana. She said nothing else, just stood there with her arms out and her legs stiff, and her eyes closed. "Eyes open" said Elana. Roberta's eyes opened.

Elana walked around her, circling her. Roberta didn't blink. The sense of power was awesome. "When I tell your mind to wake you will not remember being made to freeze, you will walk normally and sit at the table. "Awake" she said.

Smiling and unaware, Roberta continued to the table and sat down next to the beautiful young woman she was paid to watch for the weekend. She waited for her lovely voice to say something. "I want to arm wrestle you, and see if my working out is paying off.

Elana put her arm in position, and Roberta placed hers. The 5' 10'' 33 year old looked at the tiny Filipina across from her at the table. Any outsider would see that sheer size would determine who would pin whose arm.

"Go!" said Elana, and Roberta began, Roberta cold not believe how strong the tiny Elana was. Elana was winning! She forced Roberta's arm down with no trouble. Elana laughed with satisfaction. Roberta just looked at Elana with awe, she was no match for her, she was submissive to this tiny beauty. "Get up and get me a soda." Roberta hurried and got Elana a soda.

Go kneel in front of the recliner, on all fours. Roberta went to the recliner and kneeled on all fours. She waited for Elana who drank her soda slowly and then sauntered to the recliner. She stood next to it and dropped her shorts. She took off her sweat soaked panties and held them on one finger. Roberta watched in awe. Elana dangled the panties in front of Roberta's nose, and a look of ecstasy came over Roberta's face. Elana turned them inside out and gave a command. "Mouth open" Roberta's mouth opened wide. She drooled. Elana pushed the panties into Roberta's mouth, and then applied pressure on her chin, closing her mouth. Roberta trembled in orgasm after orgasm. "That's right Roberta, or should I say Robota, you get off having me order you around now, after the next orgasm you're going to worship my feet with your mouth." she said.

She stretched out on the chair and untied her sneakers.

"Robota, you said you go to a salon to have your pretty feet pampered. Pull off my sneakers, and tell me what you think of mine." Roberta submissively removed Elana's sneakers and gazed upon the most adorable, perfect feet she'd ever seen. she trembled in pleasure just looking at them, tanned, tiny, moist. Roberta's breathing got heavier, her chest heaved, she was perspiring. "Go ahead, kiss them and lick them, and how you feel about filipinas." Roberta lapped away hungrily, at the heels arches and soles of Elana's feet, darting her tongue between her toes. "I am submissive to any Filipina who commands me, I am your inferior, I worship you, I obey you"...she collapsed in orgasm on the floor, curled up from being on hand and knee.

Elana stood up and looked at the tall blonde that lay at her feet. She used the sole of her foot to press against her face and make her look straight up. She pushed her over onto her back and gave another command. "Legs straight out." she said Roberta's legs went stiff. "Arms at your sides, eyes closed." her arms and eyes complied. She was at attention on the floor. Roberta moaned softly. Wearing no shoes and no panties now, Elana retrieved the potty trainer and placed it over Roberta's face. She sat down . Her perineum was right over Roberta.

Open your eyes and see what is in front of you. A moan of pleasure is uttered from Roberta. "You will lick the perineum when I tell you. "Program mode" Roberta's arms and legs stiffen, she is silent. "You will now completely erase any trace of your former personality in my presence, unless my parents are here.

From this moment forward, unless I say otherwise, in my presence and at my command you will be primarily Robota, and completely erase any other voice in your head but mine, any thoughts but those I give you. At your job you will be Robota pretending to be Roberta, but you are now and permanently Robota, and solely under my command. You need and desire no other life other than to work and serve Elana. You will not remember having been programmed, but only remember you have always been Robota, under my control, and have always felt the way you feel about Filipinas, when acting as Roberta. Each night while you sleep, you will hear the commands from the tapes, and all your waking hours they will run in your subconscious. You accept this in pleasure and will commence with the licking of my perineum. Begin now.

Roberta licked away at that heavenly little patch between Elana's legs, as her former personality faded away. Elana couldn't help but wiggle in her seat so her servant got the honor of a little taste of everything.

When Elana had had enough she stood up, her beautiful little tan legs quivering. She picked up the potty trainer and put it away. She returned and tested her success.

"Stand up" she commanded. Roberta stood up at attention. There was nothing behind her eyes, her look was blank. Elana slapped her across the face. No reaction.

Elana's pussy was wet, she had so much power, she was so excited. She had achieved her end. "Who are you?" she asked. "I am Robota, property of Elana." she said slowly. "Who is Roberta?" she inquired. "Roberta is a personality Robota assumes for work and public life." "What does Robota think?" she asked. "Robota thinks the thoughts given by Elana." "What is pleasure?" asked Elana. "To obey Elana is pleasure." she answered.