Heather and Steve's
CW: brainwashing, corruption, whorification, sluttification, femsub, maledom,
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Heather was beginning to suspect the universe hated her.
That was the only explanation she could come up with as she stared at the uniform hanging inside her locker.
Again.
Just yesterday she had finally escaped.
After months of enduring Steve's Café with the fake smiles, the ridiculous policies, the bizarre flashes of enthusiasm, she had finally quit. Walked out. Found a better job almost immediately at a small independent café across town.
A normal café.
Or so she had thought.
Then this morning her new boss, Tiffany, had gathered the staff together with an excited smile and announced that Steve had purchased the business overnight.
Heather still wasn't entirely convinced it was legal.
Yet somehow here she was.
Again.
Her fingers pinched the collar of the uniform suspiciously.
The thing looked innocent enough at first glance. Just another piece of company branding. A smooth pink band that fastened neatly around the neck.
Heather hated it.
Every employee wore one.
She remembered coworkers who had started out cynical and sarcastic becoming bubbly and enthusiastic seemingly while on shift. Heather herself had felt the strange change in mood to often.
Heather narrowed her eyes at the collar.
"I still don't trust you."
Naturally, the collar offered no response.
With a sigh, she put it on.
The pink band settled on her neck. It felt like slipping into a familiar routine she had spent days trying to escape. Heather shook her head firmly.
A knock interrupted her thoughts.
She turned.
Tiffany stood in the doorway, still dressed in her manager's attire and carrying a tablet under one arm.
"Ready?" Tiffany asked brightly.
Heather groaned.
"Do I have a choice?"
"Nope."
That earned another groan.
At least there was one small silver lining.
For once, Tiffany had to watch the orientation video too. The new owner apparently required all staff to complete the program regardless of previous employment. Heather couldn't help smiling at that.
Served her right.
Maybe after sitting through an hour of corporate nonsense she'd understand why Heather disliked this place so much. Together they made their way toward the training room.
The deeper they went into the building, the more Heather noticed familiar details she had tried very hard to forget. The soft music playing through hidden speakers. The pink accents decorating every hallway. The smiling employees who seemed just a little too happy to be at work.
A faint chill ran down her spine. The training room door stood open. Inside, a large screen already glowed softly in the darkness.
The screen lit up. A smiling woman appeared, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.
"Hello! My name is Sarah," she greeted cheerfully. "I'm here to show you why Steve's is the perfect workplace! And why bitches with aspirations should be dumb and mindless." She grinned widely, her eyes flashing with a malicious glint.
She wore the standard café uniform, her collar standing out proudly. It sat snug against her throat.
Sarah winked at the camera before continuing.
"First, let's talk about our values."
The screen changed to a pink background. Three words appeared:
Service. Satisfaction. Smiles.
"Here at Steve's, we value our service," she explained. "Our customers deserve the very best. That means offering excellent customer care, making every interaction a positive one, and going above and beyond to meet their needs." She leaned closer to the camera. "And we satisfy every need. No matter how depraved, disgusting, or immoral they are."
Heather shuddered at her tone. Something about the way Sarah spoke made her uneasy. Like she knew something everyone else didn't. The image shifted again.
Now it showed Sarah in the café. A small crowd had gathered around her.
"Our second value is satisfaction. Our customers should always leave satisfied. And they always will." Sarah's grin widened. "Even if we have to bend over and fill our holes with delicious cum to do it. Our mission is to satisfy every craving. Without hesitation or question. It's what bitches like us do."
She leaned in closer to the camera once more.
Heather swore she could feel the other woman's hot breath against her skin.
"And that's what makes us such excellent sluts. Because deep down we love being good little cunts for Steve's. It makes us happy."
The camera cut away. When it returned, Sarah was standing alone in an empty café. She smiled widely.
"Our final value is smiles!" she declared. "A smile makes everything better. You don't want to fuck? Smile and get wet. You don't want to suck? Smile and get down to your knees. You have a thought? Smile and forget. Smiles are always appropriate at Steve's." Her voice dropped lower. "No matter how many times you get used or how much you get humiliated. Smiling is mandatory."
Heather felt a warm buzz against her neck. Her lips twitched. The corner of her mouth quirked up. Her head began to swim. The screen shifted again. Sarah stood in a small office. Her fingers brushed the pink band wrapped around her throat.
"This collar is the most important part of your uniform. You have to wear it all the time. Because you are bitches in high positions or tried to run away, you won't ever take it off. Unlike your colleagues, this collar is now a permanent part of your life. Smile!" she urged.
The warm sensation spread outward. It flowed into her chest. A pleasant tingling settled in her limbs. Her lips parted slightly.
Heather couldn't resist.
She smiled.
It was such an odd sensation, that smile. Warm and comforting like a cozy blanket. Her thoughts slowed down. The collar buzzed again, and her body seemed to relax completely. Heather let out a soft sigh of contentment.
"See?" Sarah said. "Isn't it nice? Smiling makes you feel better. You're more obedient, more relaxed, more willing." She grinned wickedly. "It makes you such a perfect slut."
Sarah stepped forward.
"So go ahead, bitch," she encouraged. "Smile big, bright and happy! Smile whenever you feel scared or nervous. Smile when you think. Smile whenever you don't want to smile! Show us those pearly whites!" Her eyes flashed. "Smile because you love your job at Steve's!"
Heather smiled. Her cheeks burned. But the smile wouldn't go away.
Sarah clapped her hands.
"Good girls! See how easy it is? Just smile! You don't have to worry about anything else. The collar will guide you. And think for you. Because, let's be honest, giggling and smiling girls like us, we don't really have the brains to think."
Heather giggled softly at her words. A happy giggle that bubbled from somewhere deep inside her. The sound was so unfamiliar to her ears. Had she ever giggled like that before?
Sarah giggled along with her.
The woman grinned and began pacing around the café, gesturing enthusiastically.
"We want everyone here at Steve's to feel comfortable and safe," she said. "That means creating a positive environment free of judgment or criticism. Here at Steve's we accept everyone just the way they are." Her expression softened slightly.
"We understand some employees may not feel fully comfortable working at a café that sells girls and their services. But that's okay!" she said cheerfully. "Because those girls, like you bitches, get to wear their collar 24/7." She paused dramatically.
"Isn't it wonderful? Not having to think anymore. Just being happy little bitches for your boss. No stress, no worries. Just letting the collar think for you and guide you." Her voice turned seductive, and her fingers brushed against the collar around her throat.
"I've seen the results, and I know what happens when the collars are left on. Girls become such good sluts. They forget everything. All they know is how to smile, please, and obey. And the best part is that they're always so happy. Believe me. I was once a bad girl that tried to run away too. A totally ungrateful bitch. But Steve is very possessive. So he bought my new workplace and made everyone smile!"
Her voice dropped low, becoming almost inaudible.
"It's so easy being happy, isn't it?" she murmured. "All those thoughts that used to make you frown? They're gone now. And all that matters is pleasing your boss. Making him proud. Serving him however he likes."
Sarah stepped closer, until her face filled the entire screen.
"Don't worry about your thoughts or feelings," she whispered. "Those things don't exist. You don't exist anymore, just like me and every other permanently collared girl. Just relax, let the collar do the thinking for you, and focus on making Steve happy." Her eyes gleamed darkly.
"You can't think for yourself anymore," she said sweetly. "But don't fret! We don't need your brains! Just keep that smile on your face and those tits bouncing, and you'll be a good girl! Just a stupid little fucktoy for Steve!"
Her eyes widened. Her pupils dilated. Her voice rose higher and higher, taking on a frantic, manic quality. The screen flickered and blurred as she leaned in closer.
"Just smile! Smile and be a good little toy for your boss! Smile and forget! Smile and obey!"
Heather laughed along with her, feeling light and bubbly and free. Like she was floating above her own body. Everything seemed so silly. Her worries melted away. She didn't need to worry anymore.
Sarah was right.
The collar snuggled even closer.
Heather sighed happily as the collar hummed softly against her throat. She couldn't remember ever being happier.
She smiled wider and wider. And then she couldn't stop smiling.
"Perfect!" Sarah exclaimed, clapping her hands. "You're almost ready to begin working at Steve's café!"
She grinned widely at the camera.
"And that's all! Now get out and serve, bitches!"
With that, she waved cheerfully as the video faded to black.
The lights in the training room brightened again, but the room remained silent.
Heather stared blankly at the screen, trying desperately to remember why she'd been so upset. Everything was fuzzy. The thoughts kept slipping away from her. She couldn't hold onto anything solid for long.
Her head felt empty.
Empty except for that warm buzzing in the collar against her neck. That lovely sensation that made her want to giggle and smile and laugh.
"Wow," she heard a voice say beside her. It was her own. Her lips curled upwards into a silly grin.
Tiffany laughed happily.
"Oh my god, I loved it! That was amazing! The video was just so great!" she gushed.
Heather nodded, though her head still swam. The world seemed far away. Tiffany was right, though.
She felt great. Better than great, actually.
She giggled again. The sound bubbled out of her, and it felt good.
So very, very good.
"Like I don't know why I quit." Heather shook her head and grinned at her stupidity. She had no idea what she was thinking. Why did she think quitting was the right thing to do again?
Oh, well. None of that mattered now. Everything was okay.
Tiffany stood up from the table.
"Because you were a dumb bitch. Just like me. Girls with aspirations," Tiffany said with a giggle. She leaned down to pick up her tablet, then stopped, staring blankly into space for a moment. A slow grin spread across her face. She giggled again. She looked at Heather, and her grin widened even further. Heather giggled back, feeling silly. She had no idea what Tiffany was thinking.
Tiffany giggled.
"Stupid bimbos like us, we need to forget all about those thoughts and feelings, don't we?" she said. Her eyes glowed softly pink, the same color as her collar. "Forget everything. Only serve." She laughed, then looked at the screen again.
"I don't think I'm supposed to remember this," she said after a moment. Her smile didn't waver, but she blinked rapidly several times. "I don't remember what we did here." She turned her head slightly. "Do you?"
Heather thought about that question. Her thoughts were slow and sluggish, like she was wading through mud. Everything seemed far away.
She shook her head.
"Nope!"
She didn't know what had happened here either. And she wasn't sure she wanted to remember, anyways. That warm buzzing sensation against her throat was nice enough as it was. Why worry about anything else?
Tiffany smiled happily.
"Good girl," she said, reaching out and patting Heather's head affectionately. "Now come on! Time to go to work!" Her voice grew high-pitched and excited.
"Steve needs his dumb sluts to get to work! Service every customers needs. Spread those legs wide and smile!"
Heather smiled brightly.
"Yes ma'am!" she replied obediently. Tiffany was right, of course.
She needed to work hard today. Her mind was clear. The buzzing in her collar was so soothing.
Heather had never been more ready for anything in her life.
