Landlady Takes Control Chapter 3

Ivan let her wear the ridiculous tennis dress and platform Oxfords, even though the outfit made Natalie stick out like a sore thumb among the other stretchers. This was only the start of her ordeal at work: after her suppository had dissolved, she felt like an anxious mess. It was like she had drank too much coffee, and all her nerves were on edge for no good reason. Even as she was annoyed at the tone Ivan took with her, she had all this anxiety about letting him down or making a fool of herself.
	"Well that outfit is... interesting," Ivan said when he first saw her, spending a little too long looking at her cinched-in waist.
	Natalie could only blush in response. Although she had been provoking stares all day, this one still chipped away at her psyche.
	"Anyway, Dr. Sahi got in touch with me and told me about your therapy," Ivan continued.
	"I normally don't care what my employees are in to, but there are liability issues if you are getting off on client's feet. Look, I'm not knocking it, I just have to be realistic here."
	Natalie grimaced as she realized how casually Ivan had accepted her supposed 'fetish.' She couldn't even muster a defense; what could she say that wouldn't provoke the wrath of Dr. Sahi or Charlotte?
	"I contacted a few of our more... open-minded clients and asked if they would be interested in your services. And actually, a lot of them want to try it. Miss Medic is skipping work to come in later this afternoon – but we have some things to take care of before she arrives."
	"What sort of things?" Natalie asked.
	"Dr. Sahi said that you need to follow a very specific regimen, and that you shouldn't be deciding things for yourself because of your issues with stress. She provided me with a program to manage your daily schedule so as to limit needless decision-making."
	Ivan produced a sleek textbook with a pretty ballerina on the cover, but something about her posture was unnerving. She had a dancer's body, with thick thighs and muscular calves, and wore a ballet tutu in a muted grey color. The way she was posed, though, made her look like the icon of defeat! She was standing with her head bowed deeply, and her arms were grasping each other in a way that screamed insecurity. One leg was crossed in front of the other, and her gaze was down and to the side, although Natalie could still make out her stunning grey eyes. Was she biting her lower lip or just pouting?
	The book was titled, "Healing Anxiety" and it had some M.D.s and PhD s as the authors – all of which were male. Ivan suggested that Natalie leaf through it, and she did not like what she saw. The entire tone of the book was about observing and even encouraging one's own anxiety under the pretense of 'radical acceptance.'
	Each of the textbook's many photos followed a singular theme: there were laughing, confident people enjoying themselves while a meek girl stood in the background or to the side. Sometimes the girl would be pouring tea for people, or taking their dinner order, and one photo even had a girl sitting on the floor massaging a woman's feet as she gave an interview! All the servant girls had downcast eyes and slouched shoulders, like they were trying to blend into the background of another person's life.
	Even the title seemed to be a play on words: the book was more about how anxiety could be healing rather than a handicap.
	"I think our best way forward is if you work as my personal assistant for a while. Like my girl Friday – follow me around all day and just do what I tell you. This way, you're closer to me so I can oversee your treatment, and we can also do some of the exercises in that book together."
	Natalie looked at Ivan and had no doubts that he would love having a pretty young girl following him around all day, hanging on his every word. She almost rolled her eyes at how immature it was.
	"We will do exercise one today, on quiescence. While you're with me and as much as possible, you are to avoid speaking. If you absolutely have to speak, you can just gently squeeze my upper arm to ask for my attention."
	Natalie gave a forced smile as Ivan got to his feet and motioned for her to follow him.
	They had just stepped out of his office when one of the other stretchers approached with a mischievous smile on her face. She looked like a sorority type, with long blonde hair and an athletic build.
	"So, this is the girl with the raging foot fetish?" the stretcher asked, attempting to be playful.
	Natalie instantly made snake eyes at the girl – it was very difficult for her to obey Ivan's stupid 'no talking' rule right now. But what was she supposed to do, just let the rumor spread that she was some sort of deviant?!
	"Crystal, knock it off," Ivan said, although his tone wasn't even remotely threatening. He probably had a crush on the girl considering her dazzling eyes and gorgeous face.
	"What? I think it's great! Good for you, girl. I had a boyfriend once with a... a foot fetish," Crytsal said, and her voice dropped a few octaves at the end. She had a dainty Southern accent, and an unhurried way of speaking.
	"He would ask me to walk around all day in the Dallas heat wearing my leather boots and no socks, then at night he would... well, that next part gets a little messy!"
	Ivan was totally engrossed in Crystal's story, and the girl really did know how to hold someone's attention. But Natalie didn't want to hear this!! Ivan just kept ignoring Natalie so that Crystal would go into more explicit detail on her love life.
	"Anyway, I talked with some of the girls, and we decided we're alright with it! In fact, if you want to rub my feet, be my guest! I miss that kind of attention, sometimes..."
	Crystal was toying with her hair and staring off into the distance – who knows what thoughts were going through her mind. Natalie just held onto Ivan's arm and squeezed more urgently, aware that she looked like his clingy girlfriend more than his employee.
	"Sure, that would be great for Natalie," Ivan said, "you guys just work it out among yourselves when to do it. Oh, and Natalie is trying to talk less while she's here, so don't expect her to be much company."
	Crystal raised an eyebrow.
	"Uh, a girl to just silently massage my feet while I'm on break? Yes please!"
	Ivan and Crystal laughed, and Natalie found the woman's laugh especially grating. Crystal said she would find Natalie when she had her break, and left to see her next client.
	"Okay, now you can talk," Ivan said, turning to Natalie with more than a little annoyance.
	What was there for her to say now? Ivan had already volunteered her to massage Crystal's feet, gave credence to the rumor that Natalie was some kind of foot fetishist, and established that she wasn't supposed to speak at all! Before she could articulate a point, Ivan cut her off.
	"Oh, and it was good that you didn't speak out of turn. I forgot to mention this earlier, but Dr. Sahi said that if you speak without permission, it counts as a 'failure' or a 'transgression' or something and I'm supposed to notify her."
	Natalie felt her stomach clench at the thought. In fact, it derailed her thinking and seemed to throw her into a panic spiral – in excruciating detail she remembered being trapped beneath the Pakistani woman's feet and all she could think about was how long it would be until she had to assume that dreadful position again. Ivan kept staring at her, and she felt pressured to come up with something to say.
	"I don't really want to work on Crystal, she's mean," Natalie said. It sounded like she was pouting.
	Ivan just snorted at her objection, or maybe because the way she said it sounded like she was throwing a tantrum.
	"Yeah, she is kind of mean," he admitted, "but you're supposed to deal with all sorts of women, and Southern Belle must be on that list somewhere! Anyway, try to keep your talking to a minimum – Dr. Sahi also told me to make a note of any arguments you made."
	That sealed it, and Natalie just took a deep sigh and followed Ivan throughout his rounds overseeing the various stretchers in the course of their work.
	She couldn't help but notice the other girls giving her looks – some would smile at her, some would laugh derisively, and a few seemed offended at her very presence! Throughout all of this, she had to remain silent, blushing in her revealing outfit and praying that none of them noticed her diaper. She was terrified that the crinkling sound the thing made as she walked was audible to anyone nearby – and now there was truly nothing she could do to cover up the noise!
	Miss Medic arrived in an hour, and she was in very good spirits. She was practically beaming when she saw Natalie, and she kissed Ivan on both cheeks then hurried back to her usual private room. She was in the nude by the time Ivan and Natalie arrived to the massage room, smiling expectantly at their arrival.
	"I can't tell you how excited I was when I found out that Natalie likes feet," Miss Medic said.
	"Like, I have always wanted a masseur who would give me kisses along with my massage, but I was too self conscious to ask, you know? Who would want to do that to my dirty feet? And I was afraid that if I DID ask, the salon would probably think I'm some sort of weirdo. But I finally found someone who does!! I'm like, thrilled right now – this is a miracle."
	Natalie felt revulsion wash over her – the woman clearly hadn't washed her feet yet again, and the thought of kissing them was truly repulsive.
	"Don't you have anything to say?" Miss Medic asked, giving Natalie a quizzical expression.
	Ivan gave Natalie a meaningful look, which was her signal to give the explanation they had rehearsed earlier that day.
	"It's good for me too – this is actually part of my therapy," Natalie said, "so, whatever you want just ask me."
	"Hm, I think I can make that work..."
	Natalie tried to draw this out, making it into a normal stretching session, but Miss Medic was vocal about what she wanted.
	"Let's try this: instead of massaging my feet with your hands, why don't you try using your lips? Like, I want you to plant kisses on every bit of my foot, and sort of drag your lips across my soles between each kiss. Start on the bottoms."
	Time slowed down as Natalie complied with those awful directions, bringing her frowning lips to Miss Medic's soles. It was almost too much for her to countenance, how she was basically some foot slut for this rich woman. Natalie's lips were quivering, a show of the battle that raged on inside of her. She couldn't delay it any longer, though, and put her lips against Miss Medic's sole, right at the arch.
	Miss Medic's feet were soft and warm – in spite of their noticeable aroma, she obviously got regular pedicures and foot exfoliations. It didn't make Natalie's job any better; she still cringed at how intimate and submissive this all was. No matter what scented oils and lotions those technicians rubbed into her feet, they still were cramped in tight leather shoes for hours at a time, and now Natalie was worshiping them practically the very moment Miss Medic removed her footwear! This close, all Natalie's senses were dominated by Miss Medic's person – even her willpower seemed to be under the woman's control.
	Miss Medic was very specific in what she wanted, and Natalie had no choice but to deliver. It was the greatest humiliation she had faced so far. Her lips never really left the surface of Miss Medic's feet, but she instead dragged them along, planting kisses mere centimeters apart from each other. She bathed the woman's soles in loving kisses, making an audible smacking sound that seemed to please the woman even more. At every moment, Natalie wanted to refuse and run away, but her fear of Dr. Sahi kept her in line, betraying herself with every peck on the woman's soft flesh.
	Miss Medic was working one hand vigorously beneath the sheet the entire time, and Natalie had no doubts that the woman was jilling herself.
	"Could you... use your tongue? Little strokes please, and don't forget the space beneath my toes," Miss Medic said.
	Natalie tried to process the request – as bad as it was kissing Miss Medic's feet, this was even worse! To actually stick her tongue out and lick them was too much to bear. In the little time she had, Natalie considered her options. What if she refused this request? No doubt, Dr. Sahi would come up with some outrageous punishment that would make her regret that decision. Images flashed through her mind of the Pakistani woman's cruelty: maybe she would require that Natalie lick granules of sugar from off her feet, or salt if she wanted to be especially mean. No, refusing wasn't a good option here – already, Ivan seemed annoyed that Natalie was taking so long.
	Natalie stuck her tongue out and flicked it across Miss Medic's soles. The brief contact made both women jump, but for totally different reasons. Miss Medic gave a little gasp of pleasure, while Natalie could barely contain her fury as a bitter and sour taste filled her mouth. It was a new low for her, this one little lick, and Miss Medic expected Natalie to do it again and again, all the way up and down both of her feet! Time crawled as Natalie undertook this demeaning job, touching her tongue to every point of Miss Medic's soles. Meanwhile, the woman started making little involuntary moans – she was clearly getting off on this treatment.
	Each time Natalie returned her tongue back into her mouth to prevent it from drying out, she tasted more and more of the woman's feet on her pallet.
	To Natalie's absolute dismay, she even began noticing subtle differences in the way the various parts of Miss Medic's feet tasted: the ball and heel of her feet were more bitter, but the arches had a saccharine sweetness mingled in. None of it was pleasant, but Natalie had to pretend this was her heart's desire as part of her twisted therapy! It never became easier, but it did get more strange.
	"Oh... my... gosh!" Miss Medic moaned, clenching her toes in such a way she almost trapped Natalie's tongue between them!
	Natalie pulled away and watched as Miss Medic's soles wrinkled, and noticed that the woman's feet were absolutely coated with her own saliva. The view made her stomach turn, and she dimly noticed that Miss Medic had reached a powerful climax. The woman arched her back and stared into Ivan's eyes – the two sharing a brief moment that Natalie was totally excluded from. When Miss Medic had finished, she completely relaxed her body and gave a blissful smile.
	"That was.. the best massage I've ever gotten," she crooned.
	"Do you do house calls?"
	Apparently, Miss Medic wanted a regular massage from that point on. Although Natalie was happy for any break in foot worship, she wished she could at least drink water to get the taste of feet from her mouth. It wasn't meant to be, though, and she continued doing her job until the end of the hour, when she and Ivan left Miss Medic alone. She thought the woman was sleeping, and she was truly jealous at how relaxed and content she appeared.
	"Alright, let's call that a break. You have a few hours free, I'll tell Crystal that you are ready for her," Ivan said, walking away with unusually wide steps.
	Natalie didn't care – as soon as she was able, she hurried to the nearest drinking fountain and gulped down as much water as she could. She even swished some in her mouth and spit it out, in an attempt to get the taste of Miss Medic's feet from off her tongue. While she did this, she had to be careful that her short skirt didn't ride up and give the whole studio a glimpse of her diaper. This entailed her taking a ridiculous posture with one hand on the drinking fountain, and another grasping the back of her skirt to keep it low. No doubt, this drew even more attention to her, but she wanted the water so badly she didn't care.
	Soon there was a tap on her shoulder. Natalie turned away from the fountain to see Crystal smirking at her.
	"Are you ready to do my feet? Oh, and Dani too."
	Crystal pointed out Dani, a petite Asian girl whom Natalie guessed was in her sorority or something. Dani looked over and waved with just her fingertips, a bright smile on her face. What could Natalie do but nod?
	They went to the break room, and Crystal threw herself on a chair, immediately pulling off her black athletic shoes. She had on mismatched neon ankle socks: one yellow and one green, and soon she pulled those off as well, revealing her well-proportioned feet. Although her nails were unpolished, they were neatly trimmed and didn't have a bit of cuticle showing.
	"Ooh, I need this," Crystal sighed, then she stretched her legs out, only moving them briefly so that Natalie could sit on the hard tile floor to start her task.
	Except in order to sit down, Natalie had to bend at the knees to avoid flashing her diaper. This resulted in Natalie kneeling on the floor in front of Crystal, her knees tactfully held together with her legs over to one side. It wasn't very comfortable, but she was glad that she could at least maintain some semblance of privacy. As soon as she had seated herself, Crystal gently placed both feet in Natalie's lap.
	Natalie reached out and began stroking her soft soles – they had the scent of vanilla coconut butter.
	"Ah! That feels amazing. Don't stop," Crystal said, relaxing her shoulders but still not even looking up from her phone.
	At this point, Natalie was conflicted. Everyone seemed to love her foot massages, but if she did a good job, wouldn't they just demand more? She was never one to do a half-assed effort, though, even when she did work she disliked. Besides, if she did a bad job, she was sure that Dr. Sahi or Charlotte would find some way of improving her performance.
	Natalie's hands got tired as she applied firm pressure to different parts of Crystal's smooth soles. They were incredibly white, with pink hues that ran in a C shape along the outside of her arches.
	"Okay, so like, what is it that you like about feet?" Crystal asked.
	Natalie paused to think about her reaction – and obviously she had to answer in spite of Ivan's silly 'minimal speaking' rule.
	"Uh, I don't know, really. It's just something I got into," Natalie said. It was close enough to the truth, and she couldn't improvise much better than that.
	"Well, I know my ex liked my arches. He said that I have princess feet. Do you think so?"
	Crystal lifted her foot up for Natalie to inspect more closely. They were striking: she had slender ankles, narrow and well-defined toes, and the ball of her foot came out a little bit in a way that gave her feet a defined, feminine curve.
	"Yes, they're very nice," Natalie admitted, not stopping her massage, then said "very soft."
	Crystal giggled a little bit, rotating her foot at the ankle uncomfortably close to Natalie's face.
	"Thanks! I get regular pedicures, and I pay for the extra long exfoliation. Hey, there's something you might like--"
	At this point, Dani came into the break room and sat next to the girls. Contrary to what Natalie was expecting, Dani actually greeted her by name and even shook hands with her! In spite of her ombre and glam makeup, she seemed like a down-to-earth girl.
	"I was saying that Natalie should work in a nail salon, like your mom does!" Crystal said.
	Dani seemed a little cross at this remark.
	"My mom doesn't work in a nail salon, Crystal. She owns several of them. Come on, you know that about me!"
	"Well if she owns so many, how come she wouldn't give our sorority sisters discounts?"
	"This again!" Dani cried, rolling her eyes in an adorable way. She turned to Natalie to explain what was obviously an old argument between the two.
	"Crystal didn't want a discount, she wanted free services. When I pledged, part of my hazing was that I had to do manicures and pedicures for all the sisters for an entire month! Is that racist or what? Oh, and they all brought their friends around too; I barely had time to study."
	Crystal held back laughter as she listened to Dani's complaints – it seemed dismissive and even rude.
	"It was worth it for the connections," Crystal said, "and come on, it's not like it was that bad! You love my princess feet."
	Dani obviously wanted to say something, but instead decided to make peace. She sat next to Crystal and they changed the subject to work related things, until Ivan came into the break room.
	"Hey! Crystal, your client came in a little early. Please make it to the floor."
	"Ugh, darn it!" Crystal pouted. "Oh well, we can finish this later. Your turn, Dani!"
	As Crystal put her shoes back on, Dani was slipping hers off.
	"I've actually been looking forward to this. You don't mind, do you?" Dani asked.
	It struck Natalie that Dani was the only person who had shown any sincere concern about her so far. That alone was enough to make Natalie want to help her, even if it was by rubbing her feet. Natalie nodded her head, and Dani gingerly put her feet into her lap. They were a bit more thick than Crystal's were, with firm muscles and a bit of callus that suggested she ran around much more than her pampered sorority girlfriend.
	"Crystal can be such a bitch sometimes, right?"
	Natalie nodded her head – from the brief time she had dealt with Crystal, she could tell the girl was insufferable.
	"Did she really make you do manicures and pedicures for all your sorority sisters?" Natalie asked.
	She wanted to be friendly, but she still had to be cautious about what she said in case the two made up and all the things she said got back to Crystal.
	"Yes!" Dani said, "it was really bad! And she talks about the 'connections' I made – you know how much first impressions matter, right? Well the first impression most of our sisters got of me was that I was a meek Asian girl who did their nails. That really torpedoed any chance I had at taking a leadership role in the community."
	Natalie was pressing Dani's toes backwards to stretch them out as she vented – she really did take sympathy on the girl.
	"Like, it became a mean inside joke that the girls would always make at my expense. 'Dani, I chipped a nail, can you help? Dani, can you work our Victoria's Secret viewing party giving out your amazing foot rubs?' Thanks to Crystal, most of our sorority viewed me as a servant and it really sucked. When I arrived at college, I wanted to be president! Thanks to her, I was more like a secretary who also did nails."
	"That sounds awful," Natalie said.
	"That's not the half of it," Dani continued.
	"My mom owns salons, yeah, but I still had to take out loans to go to college. And my social commitment to the sorority was so huge that it interfered with my studies. Quitting was not an option, and each internship that came up would automatically go to one of the more popular, well-connected girls. Then, good old Crystal butted in to get me this stupid job! But honestly, I don't think she will be happy until I'm her personal manicurist and maid. She's always treated me that way – she may be pretty, but she's kind of a racist."
	"This job barely pays the interest on my loans," Dani admitted, frowning as she finished ruminating.
	"I mean, no offense to you. You probably enjoy this work," she added, seemingly afraid that she had offended Natalie's chosen profession.
	Natalie decided that she could trust Dani – something about the girl's fearless self-disclosure made her feel safe.
	"Not really," Natalie answered. Dani seemed surprised.
	"But like, you have a foot fetish and you get to touch womens' feet all day. Is there something not to like?"
	Natalie unloaded, telling Dani her entire story. How she didn't really have a foot fetish, and was basically a slave to her evil landlord and wicked doctor. Dani listened, shocked at peoples' mistreatment of the poor girl. She had pulled her feet away when she realized Natalie wasn't enjoying the job, and insisted that she get up from off the floor.
	"I may have a way to help," Dani said after listening to Natalie's lament.
	It was the first good news Natalie had heard in weeks!
	"Really?! How?"
	"I know of a medical trial that's looking for volunteers. You could sign on with them, and then make a case that they should take over your supervision."
	Natalie's enthusiasm dimmed a little bit – something about 'medical trial' sounded menacing.
	"I don't know, the idea of testing drugs is kind of scary," Natalie said, "what if I grow a third arm or something?"
	Dani laughed.
	"It's not invasive like that. It's a study into sexuality – I'll admit that the people running it aren't the most progressive types, but that's one of the reasons it pays so much. You should at least check it out, I think it could help."
	Natalie took down the details of the trial. It seemed like Dani was being purposefully vague, or maybe she actually didn't know much about the whole thing. In any event, the deadline to apply was just a few days off. It took some finesse, but Natalie managed to convince Charlotte to let her have a few hours of free time in exchange for her detailing the woman's entire shoe collection once more – something Natalie despised doing because Charlotte insisted on wearing each pair as Natalie cleaned them!
	Natalie set out to the medical facility after work in the hopes of earning her freedom, accompanied by Dani.
	**
	They arrived at the Imperium Building: a sleek, futuristic office complex with an attached medical facility. Everyone there was young and smartly dressed, and probably very well-paid. An intern showed them to a crowded meeting room, . If Dani weren't there, Natalie could have never gotten the courage to visit this fancy office in such a stupid, juvenile outfit.
	The two sat down at a table full of women of different ages and ethnicities. In the front of the room stood a man in a dress shirt and black slacks – he wore glasses and had an austere way of speaking. Even in spite of his professionalism, he took note of Natalie's ridiculous outfit along with the rest of people in the room. Little whispers and snickers cut away at her self esteem until it seemed like all she could do was stare down at the table and blush. Thankfully, the man started talking and pulled the focus from her.
	"This will be a year-long trial of a new product that we have developed for a private Saudi client. Because this is our first human trial, you will be compensated at a high rate for your time. I will be up front with this: the product is sexual in nature. If that disturbs you, you should probably leave now."
	A girl with milky white skin and dark hair got up and excused herself from the room, joined by a few others. The man politely waited for them to leave, then continued by producing a teeny tiny thimble looking device made of shiny gold metal. It was almost impossible to see in any detail from this distance – smaller than a blueberry by half.
	"Our client has a special interest in female fidelity and sexual activity. This device mounts to the clitoris and acts as a kind of sensor. If anything organic enters the wearer, it registers this activity. So, a tampon would be okay but a finger might not be."
	The room was dumbfounded. Some girls had looks of horror upon their faces, while others just looked on with curiosity.
	Natalie found it disturbing – she hated the idea of men controlling womens' sexuality and this device was the exact embodiment of that concept. Did skeezy men want to put this on their wives to make sure that they only got sexual satisfaction through them? Or worse, put it on their daughters to make sure they remained firmly under their father's – then their husband's thumb? And she knew that the kind of guy who would want and afford this would have a piece of ass on the side. How offensive!
	"It has other functions, however. It's hard to see, so you can watch this video for a depiction," the guy said, turning on a flatscreen that was mounted into the wall.
	Natalie looked as the thimble came up on the screen, rotating so the viewer could see its inside and zooming into a great degree. It was not smooth on the inside, but rather it had countless threads of varying lengths and widths. In a 3-D animation, the thing was mounted onto an unseen woman's clitoris via piercing in such a way that her whole nubbin was practically vacuum-sealed beneath gold metal. Then, those countless little filaments began rubbing up against her clit! Some of them stroked it gently, while others unfurled to a greater length and became more urgent and assertive – it was unfathomable to see such a level of control and coordination between so many little parts.
	It looked like it could be either be the greatest sex toy ever, or the worst torment imaginable.
	"This is one of its more unique functions, and the one that women have shown the most interest in. The device can actually stimulate the clitoris, bringing women to a lovely hands-free orgasm as desired. And, although three-fourths of the clitoris is located beneath the surface of the skin, it can interface with that part to a limited degree. Are there any questions?"
	Most of the girls were too embarrassed to ask a question – Natalie included, even though she had a lot of them. A mocha-skinned girl raised her hand, maybe she was Egyptian or Arabic herself.
	"And if we were to take this on, would we have control over the device?" she asked in a posh accent. She seemed used to getting her way.
	"Some of you, yes," the man responded, "and some of you, no. We need data from all sorts of trials. If you sign on, you could have complete control over the device. Or you could have no control over it and another person would hold the controller, so to speak. Or you could be in a control group where it just acts as a clitoral shield to prevent any stimulation whatsoever, along with sexual contact of any kind."
	As he spoke, Natalie pictured each of those scenarios. It wouldn't be so bad if she held the controller herself. Those little threads looked like they could bring her to otherworldly heights of pleasure. But what if someone else were in control? Wasn't this device basically created so that a husband could make his wife scrub the floor on her hands and knees, being stimulated the whole time, only permitted to cum after she had satisfied each one of his petty demands? And total chastity was even worse somehow – an entire year without sex and without masturbation was tolerable, but what a waste of her youth!
	What would she tell her dates, "Sorry, I can only go down on you and you don't need to do anything in return?" Well, maybe a lot of guys would go for that, but still! Then Natalie realized how unlikely it was that she would go on any dates while Charlotte and Dr. Sahi ruled her life, and that just frustrated her even more.
	"What does the compensation look like?" Dani asked.
	"Ten thousand a month, and full medical coverage for the duration of the trial."
	This piqued a lot of interest among the crowd – expressions shifted from guarded to curious.  One Armenian girl whipped out her smartphone, maybe calculating all the things she could buy with that money. She had long fingernails that each tapered to a sharp point in a bold white color.
	Natalie too was considering her options. It was a moral quandary: her ideals meant that she hated any method by which women lost their sexual agency, but now her only way to freedom was by helping create a new device that would help suppress women! Was it better to have some weird sex toy permanently attached to her and be a wealthy traitor, or for her to basically remain a toy for two sadistic women and be a principled slave? And what was the probability that she would actually get transferred away from Dr. Sahi's care? The thought of that Pakistani bitch holding the controller to her clitoral piercing was unthinkable – even a slim chance of that happening was a dealbreaker.
	Natalie raised her hand.
	"I'm currently in treatment with a psychiatrist right now, could I transfer out from her care and into your network?"
	"Absolutely. We see that all the time – in fact, it's better for us if you work with one of our doctors. Just have her fill out the right forms and we are happy to accommodate you."
	Natalie's body tensed up. What were the odds that Dr. Sahi would sign any sort of form relinquishing control over her?
	"She might not want to do that," Natalie replied.
	Already, several of the girls were signing preliminary paperwork to get the piercing. This added a sense of urgency: how many volunteers did the project need? Was there a chance they would be 'full' and she would miss this opportunity to even try it?
	"Well, as a patient you have a right to decide who treats you. If you have any problems, our legal team can help."
	"Are you going to sign?" Natalie asked Dani. The girl shook her head.
	"No. Sorry, I just love sex too much. Are you?"
	Natalie nodded her head, and began signing the thick stack of papers that had been put before her. In the worst case scenario, she would be dealing with sexual frustration for a year, but that was certainly better than living for 10 years under the yoke of those two dreadful women. Who knows what damage they could inflict on her in that time?
	She signed the documents again and again, putting Dani down as her reference so that she would get a referral bonus. Thanks to her, Natalie had a genuine shot at freedom, and she wanted to make it up to the girl somehow.
	As soon as she finished, she went with all the other volunteers to the medical facility. It looked like a hospital for the wealthiest people in the world: pleasing to the eye and designed to comfort the nerves. Her heels click-clacked on the tile floor as a nurse guided her and all the other women each to their own a private exam room.
	Natalie sat on the obstetric chair and waited.