Another day of work, work, work. Another game of win, win, win! These were the thoughts of Cameron Grayston as he fixed his shirt and tie in a picture perfect position. His blonde hair was a bit tossled, he noticed, as he looked on in the mirror.
He brushed it into place, and gave himself a look over: a flash of sparkling white teeth, a shirt and tie that costs well over three hundred dollars together; the slacks that he wore were also designer. And best of all, he wasnt only caucasion, but blonde and good looking. So what was the problem?
He walked from the bathroom to the living room.
What could be the missing link, in his delimma, he wondered? He was successful and well known in the city of Seattle, and in many cities throughout california.
He grabbed his overcoat, his briefcase, and one of his three umbrella's, and proceeded walking out the door. Locking it behind him as he left.
Cameron Grayston worked at the nations most successful law firm: The Lennerman Law Group. Its success had come by way of the new generation of lawyers that not only specialized in law, but in computer and robotic component laws.
These lawyers were hired by hackers, and other computer based crimminal organizations, as defense attorneys. Furthermore, they sued the socks off of anyoneone that violated the trademarks and copyrights codes of computer chip and program design, or robotics invention.
In this day and age, they had more future clients on a waiting list than any petty crimminal defense attorney, any injury lawyer, or civil suit lawyer that exsisted in the U.S.
Cameron Grayston had been in the hot seat of this law firm for over four years. He had been on the covers of magazines such as GQ, Fortune 500, Forbes and People in his past. So what was stopping him from having a woman?
Oh he'd dated many younger and older hotties. And probably had banged even more, with his one night stands. But a man of his status deserved more than just a hot babe. He deserved a woman that was well known and respected by all. One that would dominate any and everything around her...yet submit to him. Its what he had worked for his whole life. A trophy wife.
That was his name and definition of what he was looking for. To enter his domain, she couldnt just be a hot piece of ass, that was willing to give him kids and take away all his power, through divorce, later. No. She would have to serve him well. Wear what he needed her to wear. Prepare things the way he wanted it. And if he needed another piece of poon, she would be the one to go get it for him. Crawl to him when he got home from work. Serve him.
His driver opened the rear door of the limo. He pulled his sleek, athletic frame out, and started walking towards the firms front entrance. He was greeted immediately as he walked inside.
"Good morning Cameron", " Morning Mr. Grayston", " Good morning Sir!" Co-workers and finally his secretary. They all greeted as usual. He stepped into his office and slid into his ultra comfy chair, allowing it to roll to the right before he started to shuffle through piles of paperwork.
After an hour of sifting through the rubble on his desk, he went to his web page, and began checking emails.
Invitations to parties...join a country club...politics and tax breaks. Whoah! An email from the Society of Submission? He'd never heard of it, and didnt remember registering for anything from a BDSM site.
He opened the email and began reading:
" Mr. Cameron Grayston...
You are a man of men! A credit to the human race. A man deserving of compensation for your toils of becoming one of the elite.
A king, like yourself, deserves a worthy queen. A true woman that is also subserviant. Wouldnt you agree?
We are not a mail order bride service, but a training facility. Either you or us, seek and recruit a female that has the exterior qualities that you adore. And with our advanced psychologists ,and psche altering technologies, we program them to love you in what ever manner you wish. Like having your ultimate dreams come true.
Any malfunctions of this 100% human female can be notified to our warranty department. Thats right its not a cheap process, but lifetime gauranteed.
For more info ,or getting started, follow the link below."
Wow! He couldnt believe in a thing like this. Could it be true? Had science of the human brain actually excelled as much as computer and robotic technologies? He didnt believe it.
But it was worth responding to. If they replied back to him with any cyber junk then he would know it was only spam. Hmm? Unbelievable.
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Well this was it. His moment of glory. It had been a month of waiting for his ideal 'floor mat'. He was on his way to the discreet abode of SubCore: the source of the Society of Submission.
The email had been completely true, and well worth his while. He had a hard-on that just wouldnt go away. Why did it take so long to complete this process?
"Mental barriers and suggestions must be put in place with great care, Mr. Grayston..." ,Olivia had said during his second tele- update.
Cameron had chosen Chelsea Dorffmin, a well known model and news anchor in Los Angeles. He had dated the girl once and loved everything about her. All except her attitude torwards him. She had actually believed that her pretty face and television personality made her equal to him in superiorty. So after choosing her, and hearing about the company,s efficiency in getting her, he made sure to tell them to erase that blight in the girls personality.
The car pulled onto a long driveway that lead to a large, cathedral-like structure. It was enormous! Well over a size needed to keep a crowd of women awaiting the transformation. But, maybe they were getting more business than he had ever imagined.
His limo stopped, and the door was pulled open from outside.
"Hello Mr. Grayston". A tall and savagely sexy brunnette had opened it to greet him.
"I am Olivia. Hope that your trip went well. Would you like to use me for anything before you meet your fiancee?"
Amazing. Even their hired help was excellent.
"No thank you, Olivia. But, I suspect you're a very important player of this team."
He took her hand in his and kissed it.
"Bravo.", he said as he stared around himself.
At her dissposal they cut the greeting short, and she showed him into the main area of the building.
It was decorated to fit their cause. Mostly black and blood red backgrounds. An uncountable number of rooms, that carried medeviel knights armor, hanging nooses, guilotine contraptions, and the like.
Many men and women walked around the place in clothing that made a statement about their personalities and preferences. Most being submissive, Cameron suspected.
Finally he was lead into a large room with beatiful bedding, and tons of nightstands, tables and chairs that went well with the centered bed.
"Wait here and your service provider will be in shortly.", Olivia said before leaving.
And this was what Cameron did.
He walked around the room, admiring its lovely art and antique setting for about twenty minutes.
And then she arrived.
Not Chelsea. But Ta'Lisa Brand.
Ta'Lisa Brand of MetroWare Inc.
She was followed ,shortly after, by a burly guy and three other women.
He had sued MetroWare to an almost extiction, two years ago. For stealing chip designs. Ta'Lisa Brand was the C.E.O. of the company and had been destroyed in the process of the suit.
Or so he'd thought. What was she doing here?
The burly guy lifted up a dangerous looking gun that was loaded with what seemed to be...a dart. He pointed the gun at Cameron.
"Cameron Grayston you have fifteen seconds to lie down on the bed, or you will be put down!!" Ta'Lisa was talking.
"What is this?" Cameron didnt understand anymore.
"So did we get you the right one Mz. Brand?", one of the women near Ta'Lisa asked.
She nodded and the lady walked out.
Before Cameron could say anything else, or make a move, he was shot with the dart.
He crumpled to the floor after a few seconds. The bitch was standing over him now.
She had a very sharp carving tool in her hand while she stared at him from menacing eyes.
"Dont worry Cameron. The drug only disables your motor nerves. You,ll still feel everything!" she laugh loud and long at this before kneeling and taking hold of his head. She was aiming for his left eye.
"I,ll bet you didnt tell anyone you were coming here or why you were going. Pathetic little man. I,ll save your balls for my trophy wall."
Cameron could do nothing.

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