New Management

Work is a pain and it's only made even more painful by the presence of a disorganized workplace. One which is made up of people without any sense of teamwork ability. The type of people you wouldn't want to spend even a single second socializing with, but still forced to spend most of your day with. Such is the pain of many working people in this world.

For a few people, the hope to escape this state of affairs glistens just on the edge of the horizon, seeming to grow ever closer by the minute, but always remaining out of reach. Something that bore heavy on their chests as the years passed by.

For others, the promise of an expanding paycheck was enough to make them put in an extra bit of work every day to reach their goals, no matter the environments they found themselves in. That part of their brains which protested the doings of others selectively shutting down during the day.

For a certain group of working people, both of these possibilities appeared to be close by. Their small office had recently happened upon a change in leadership and the new managers demanded the presence of the personnel at a conference. Some were happy to go and others showed up only to ensure that their voice got heard in that endless game of office politics.

The conference had the office workers meet at a hotel just a few towns away from their workplace. Each of the attendees were given their own room, where they were meant to breathe, refresh their mental state and rest up for the coming discussions and socializing.

The new manager present for the conference, Benjamin, who had planned and demanded the event as a way to get to know his new underlings, stared out of the window in his hotel room. He was lost in thought, imagining the many possibilities laying before him and the company. Possibilities which would arise as a consequence of the plan in his head.

Benjamin was only one of the people who was present at the getaway, all the others had already been working together for quite some time. It might have been a reasonable assumption, that the coworkers would know each other better than the new manager, but that just wasn't so, as the workers all kept a face separate from their real one to work. Their intention being not to really befriend anyone, but to gain favor and keep out of trouble.

With a huge smile on her lips, Helena was in another of the hotel rooms payed for on the company's dime. She kept her face adorned with perfect makeup, something which she felt kept her safe even in the solitude of a private hotel room. She had her traveling bag open on her bed, her eyes and hands looking through the various articles of clothing, both professional and casual, which she had brought along. Helena was excited to have been brought along and ready to mingle, ready to gain favor among the new leadership.

Ethan, the engineer, was less excited for this trip. His initial doing as soon as he entered his hotel room being to throw himself on the bed, aiming to catch a little bit of rest before he was forced to face the music. He wasn't a people person, at least not in the same way as some others were, he had chosen his occupation with the intention to solve problems. What he hadn't counted on was the constant need of his: to solve synthetic problems, issues that only existed and remained because some people willed them into existence.

Sophie was in another room, as equally excited as Helena to be making an acquaintance of the new boss, but unlike her human resources cohort, she was more so enticed by the prospect of just getting to know another person. She held the position of secretary and was a natural at her job, keeping paperwork in order and making sure schedules didn't collide was a talent of hers that would be dearly missed if she ever departed from her position.

Adam was another of the workers, effective at what he did, despite, or perhaps even because of, his insomnia. His responsibility was that of finance, as he was an accountant by trade. The worries he felt due to those little abstract numbers that popped up and evaporated on his computer screen was nothing short of staggering. His job was that which would keep the closest watch of any approaching downfall and bankruptcy for the company. The stresses he felt because of this being the reason for his inability to turn off his brain effectively each night. His hope for this conference only being to keep everyone, and particularly the new manager, grounded in reality.

The five only briefly awaited in their rooms, this was a business trip of a kind after all and relaxing wasn't a thing that one was meant to spend the company dime on. Right on queue, Adam, Benjamin, Ethan, Helena and Sophie all reconvened. Dinner being their first order of business, what was a bonding exercise if you didn't break bread.

"I'm so glad that all of you could come," Benjamin started as soon as everyone had found their seats in the expensive restaurant. Despite the attempts of Helena to be as chic as possible, it was still clear to any odd observers that Benjamin was the one who was the most used to this state of affairs, of each meal costing more than half a day of work and each bottle of wine the rest of it.

Sophie just went along with the flow, Ethan looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but where he was and Adam was a nervous wreck who tried his best to figure out what ideas he would need to shut down. It made for quite an odd scene with one of the two ladies flirting incessantly with only one of the gentlemen, another nodding along to everything, one of the men bearing a thousand yard stare and another being disinterested in the group. Still, Benjamin's demeanor made the environment understand that 'yes, this table is made for us'.

"Here's to our coming year being one of progress and success," was the final word out of Benjamin as he raised his glass to the group and toasted to his own luck, to the company culture as a whole and to the success of the other four people around the table. The other glasses went up in turn, with Helena's being first in the air in front of her wide smile, Adam rapidly following with a stiff arm, Sophie following soon thereafter and Ethan, his face a neutral one, slowly raising his lastly among the five.

The dinner had only been the start to the conference, everyone knew that as they returned to their hotel-rooms, ready to sleep through the night and undertake the high stakes socializing the next day. That much didn't need to be stated, but still a box awaited all five of them in their rooms, each bearing a note that reminded them that the conference started the next day.

Thanks for the wonderful evening, within this packet you will find something necessary for the activities tomorrow. Don't, I repeat, don't open it until the morning! What you will find inside is going to be critical for your future standing within the company.

Said the note atop every single one of the boxes. Four out of five of the attendees found the text to be mysterious and the box almost irresistible to curiosity. The fifth one knowing exactly what was inside and thus lacking in that same curiosity.

After an unsteady sleep, filled with hypothesizing dreams about the package and its contents, one of the conference going employees awoke, with the orange light of dawn spilling through his windows.

One cup of coffee later, the cardboard was opened before the man. Black laid inside, black, malleable, stretchy and tight, latex. For each and every one of the conference's attendees, the instructions were the same, what would come to separate the five was yet to come in the future.

These will fit your form, it is guaranteed, make sure you're completely naked, free from any jewelry and apply the enclosed lotion to your entire body. When this is done, take the suit, step into their legs, fill out the arms, let your torso get encased and guide the mask over your face. Your suit has a mind of its own, it will dress you on its own and form itself after what you're supposed to be in the moment. Where you're supposed to fulfill your role will be revealed once you're dressed.

Many emotions filled the private hotel-rooms as the instructions had been read. Some sat contemplating on their beds, wondering what the purpose of it was. Apprehension was something else that occurred behind the unwitting eyes, a feeling of unknowing, of being unsure and frightened in some way of that which you just didn't know. Excitement was an additional emotion felt at the sight of the latex, a desire to feel it press against skin and commit to whatever role the instructions told of.

The instructions were followed universally, even by those who felt unsure of it. It was part of the conference and whoever didn't acquiesce to the rules risked to be overlooked in the eyes of the new management. Tightness pressed against the skin of the new wearers, their mouths were filled with strange implements that hindered their voices from escaping. Communication would come to be handled in quite a different way during the following little exercise.

Something must have been spying on all five of the coworkers, because in the same moment as the mass of latex had been stepped into properly, a trap door was opened in the corner of their rooms. Revealing a staircase that invited them to step down into a dungeon normally hidden from plain sight.

The plain floor far down below was where the five of the attendees met again, even though they had little clue that it was really the same people who they saw in the office every day behind those masks.

The five latex clad figures who came to stand facing each other in a ring all had heads with different animal ears, this was in addition to the rest of their suits bearing several notable other characteristics.

One of the five had mouse ears poking up from the round cap. His chest was visibly masculine, yet whether the hard and voluminous pecs were from the body below or sewn into the suit itself was hard to determine, while the abs that covered the beginnings of a pot belly beneath were obvious in their artificiality. A gas mask whose eye-holes were dark, like sunglasses, covered his face, erasing whatever clues about his identity which could have been gained from the shape of his face.

To the right of the mouse stood a woman with rabbit ears on her head, her face had an opening over her mouth, an o-ring gag whose central hole still separated her from the outside world on account of the condom that traveled down her throat from that opening. Her suit seemed to have three different thicknesses, the thinnest covered most of her limbs, her head and her shoulders; the middling thickness spiraled up her legs like fishnet stockings and the thickest of the latex resembled the leotard that playboy bunnies wore; the suit was completed in this regard by the poof of fluff that extruded at the base of her spine.

Further still to the right stood someone with the large ears of a hunter who used ultrasounds to catch its prey, a bat. Two giant pointy ears stood straight up, tall and thin with ample surface area and a central protrusion in front that looked like a rotated miniaturized version of the large radar dish like ears that sat behind. His shoulders were padded, yielding a much broader chest than he usually had. Although his arms couldn't be moved in from their sockets, the illusion still made him look more masculine than previously, something which was furthered by the large artificial round bulge that surrounded his family jewels.

Next in the circle stood a woman with cat ears, the shape resembling those bat-ears on the man to her left, but smaller and pointing slightly outwards instead of straight up. Her face was sculpted with a giant mouth that slightly separated the lips that sat underneath the suit, many sharp teeth extruded from that painted on mouth that grinned like a cheshire cat. Her legs were separated from her crotch by a subtle edge that marked her smooth thighs, who seemed to be in the middle of switching color, from the consistently black triangle bottom. Further down still at her knees were the start of high boots whose topline spilled out like a hanging tongue. The bottom of these boots were thick and pulsing, as if they were waiting to be formed into something.

Then right to the left of the mouse eared gentleman, stood a man with the drooping ears of a dog hanging from his skull. A sewn in ball was pressed into his mouth, a small amount of padding around this feature gave of the impression of the man's lips encasing the visible portion of the suits ballgag and a slight raising in the latex going all the way around the head made the ball seem like it was held in place by a choker-like strap that pressed his cheeks inwards. His elbows and his knees were generously padded and all the way around his limbs were thin threads whose purpose mystified the people who looked upon him in this moment.

"Greetings!" Came a deep robotic voice over a collection of speakers who soon started to clarify the meaning of this situation, "welcome to the real meat and potatoes of this conference! The play that'll commence soon enough will be a bonding exercise for you, it'll be a series of games with a dominant part and a submissive part. You've noted by now that your identities are hidden beneath the suits you were handed in private."

The hidden eyes beneath the colored lenses sewn into the suits quickly traveled over the other latex covered ladies and gentleman once more. Despite the voice's informing and the previous observation by the attendees, they still tried to determine the identities of all the other latex covered figures. None of them faced much success in this endeavor.

"Your mouths have all been hindered from movement, but small apparatuses at the base of your jaws will still be able to pick up what you're attempting to say. The ones who hold a dominant position will be given a deep voice over the speakers and the ones in a submissive position a high voice," further informed the speaker voice. The disembodied speech stopped for just a second to let what it had said sink in. After this brief pause, it continued, "each part of this game will start by you being given a description of the coming game and a choice to step through the door to the game or not, entering is what will count as consent for that particular game."

Previously, the various latex covered heads had swiveled around to try and see who exactly was speaking, but at this point it had become clear that the sound originated from all around them. The faces were thus lead to only stare straight forwards as finding the origin of the voice a futile exercise.

"You may speak however you wish during these games, but know that only the objects of the games matter and the only real choice you have during them is to continue, or stop. The latter of which you do by saying 'Banana Split' which always has to be respected by your playmate," said the instructing voice, before finally wishing everybody a, "good luck and have fun!"

With those final words, the ground each of the five people in the room stood on started to lower further into the ground. Separating them all into an individual hole each. The round platform which the individuals stood on lowered until a door pointing outwards from the circle of folk was revealed at the bottom of each of the created holes.

The announcements continued, now separated for each of the participants, them receiving an individual instruction down in their little holes. It had been made clear how it all worked. The words were instructions, made to either be rejected or followed by the different latex covered people.

* * *

"Travel through the gate to your left and you will find a heretic body holding the soul of a true believer hostage. The purpose of your presence will be the subjugation of her body through the use of pain, in order to bring true salvation to the soul beneath her skin," the disembodied voice told the man with mouse ears, his mouth still bound by the restraints beneath the gas mask, leading to his inability to comment. The speakers soon added, "head to the right to avoid that duty."

The mouse-eared gentleman considered his options, eventually stepping to the left. He didn't much like the sound of forcing pain on someone else, but the role of his to bring pain for an ultimately noble purpose lead him to take on this responsibility. That which belonged to the role of someone who perpetuated action.

"The gate to your right leads to where you will interact with a handler, a dominant man which has his own ideas of what is best for you. Your purpose through that door will be to hold on to your beliefs," the speakers boomed to the woman with a fluffy bunny tail right above her behind. It took a few moments were the voice let the words sink in before it added, "escape that game to your left."

The bunny woman looked both to her right and to her left, contemplating what decision to make. Her speech was hindered, just as it was for the other four, leading to her only being able to sub-vocalize her thoughts even in the private room she found herself in. Her ultimate decision being to go to the right, she wanted to know what the dominant man's ideas were.

The mouse and bunny met each other beyond the doors they had been shown, their suits had morphed as soon as they stepped through their chosen doors. The man with his mouse ears gaining brand new streaks of white which broke up the shiny black of his skin tight latex, making it appear as if he had a priest collar, with other white parts following along the edges of the muscles that were sewn into the smooth rubber. The ultimate effect being to make the muscles stand out more, the more exaggerated look somehow making them look more real and with the addition of the collar he looked dressed up, as opposed to nude.

That bunny didn't gain the same illusion of additional clothes through the modification that occurred to her, but quite the opposite, as parts of the thicker latex that covered her torso, abdomen and crotch thinned into the least protective variety which covered her. The main parts affected by this change being those that covered her pussy and nipples, where holes opened up in the thick latex and the only protection that remained became a paper thin layer of the shiny black material. The woman's feet changed as well, morphing into pointe shoes who were forced up on their stiff tippy toes by an emerging heel.

The room the two had found themselves in was well furnished with various objects that resembled medieval torture devices. An iron maiden like contraption, consisting of several bands of flat metal, stood like a coffin in one of the corners; an X-shaped frame, with straps on each of its extremities, stood in another and between these two were a wooden triangular prism, with one of its long edges pointing up towards the ceiling, its shape suspended on four stiff legs.

"Heathen! I will show the soul you hide beneath your horrible exterior towards the light! Your lies will be extinguished by the tip of my whip!" Came a deep mighty voice from the speaker system, it was the mouse-eared man who had managed to induce the speech by the pick-up underneath his jaw.

"I already know the true path to purpose and salvation in this life. No matter what you do, my soul will remain steadfast in its beliefs!" Came the answer over the very same speakers, but in a distinctively different voice. A voice with a tendency towards physical weakness, as if its meaning could be blown away in the wind without much difficulty.

"Your path is one of trickery and superstition, I will show you the true way!" Came the deep commanding voice again from their electronic sources, the mouse-eared man grabbed hold of a tool he had been given, a robust whip which he could grab with ease even in his suit.

The first impact from the whip came quickly, but it didn't strike either of the people in the room, but was rather a warning of what would come if the bunny didn't follow orders. The tip of the tool struck the floor, causing a loud and sharp sound.

Again the motion was repeated, this time making the blunt whip hit closer to the bunny-girl's precariously dressed feet, the encroaching sound filled her with some sort of fear which caused her to move in the direction that the man wished. That mind which hid beneath the latex suit was afraid of the pain that she might endure, but at the same time found it soothing to know that this was a game which she could quit with but a two word phrase.

That path which the whip-strikes lead to were straight on the course towards that cage-like coffin that would allow for only the slightest bit of movement for anyone contained within it, but plenty of opportunities to disturb that person from without.

The bunny-eared woman got locked inside of that implement before long. The constraints on her movements filled her with both anxiety and excitement at the same time. Both of the emotions originating from being left completely in the hands of the mouse-eared gentleman outside of the metal windings.

"I will tell you exactly what your life is without the truths of the world!" The deep mighty voice stated as soon as the woman was locked into place, the hands of the muscularly veneered man soon bringing two metal prods into contact with one of her thighs.

The metal objects gave off a sharp sensation of pain to the woman, as electricity penetrated the thin latex and arched through her skin. A shout escaped her throat, but was hindered by the condom that traveled into her mouth. Soon after that soundless scream, one of the metal objects got pressed against her vagina.

"And what they are with them..." The deep voice once more made itself heard. The soundless shout that had came from the woman had been of more surprise than pain, but the moans that started as soon as the object pressed against her pussy started to vibrate was of nothing else but pleasure.

"Your bribes mean nothing, I will never bow to a false faith!" the woman answered through the speakers with the same voice of almost submission that she'd used before. No time was wasted before a reprimand was leveled by an electric shock to the woman's other leg.

"They will eventually, I am a very patient man," came the answer from the mouse eared man almost instantly after the electric shock had been administered. Soon after that, the vibrating tool was back on the woman's crotch and humming weakly. "Now, will it be that hard to just admit the weakness of your faith."

"It's anything but weak, as you will see soon enough!" Came a defiant cry spoken in a faltering electronic voice over the speakers. The originator of those words getting rewarded soon after that with a shock through their nipples.

"I believe then that I will have to test that, with some harsher methods," the man answered with the commanding electronic voice once more.

The initial movements of the priest-collared man seemed to contradict what his statement entailed, as he freed the woman behind metal strips. This indication of respite wasn't to last however, as the whip wielder pulled on the vicariously standing woman towards another of the objects in the dungeon like room.

The bunny-eared woman struggled to maintain her balance in the heels that forced her to her toes, but the grip which the mouse-eared man had on her helped her to maintain her upright stance. She was more than just little bit dependent on the man, as her stance would almost certainly falter if he wasn't there to correct her posture as the two of them moved across the room, to the X-shaped rack.

It was with near effortless movements that the gas mask clad man lead the woman with a on her head towards the bondage fitment. His hands lead the arms of the woman equally effortlessly, the suit she wore fighting against her own movements, while enforcing the pull towards the straps above her head. Once those had been fastened, he moved on to her legs, strapping them to the bottom of the rack.

"Now, we'll see if your own sense of divinity is as powerful as you claim..." The man with the mouse-ears said as he brandished his whip. He didn't initially put much force into his use of the torture device, but his movement still made its long form hit the woman's belly. The man who had struck the woman with his whip adding afterwards, "surrender your old ways. Your made up gods won't take away your pain."

"My gods will turn pain into pleasure!" Came the immediate response over the speaker system. The voice used was still shaky and weak. The reprimand from the controller of the deeper voice was instant, it came in the form of a slightly stronger hit with the whip.

"Your imaginary idols will be of no use to you!" The speakers boomed in a baritone that shook the very ground beneath the two, that announcement was joined right afterwards by another strike with the whip, this time against the woman's right shoulder.

What the man in charge did next however broke the pattern of punishment that he had established. A bulb was raised from underneath the restrained woman, the golf-ball sized piece of plastic eventually coming in contact with the thin latex that covered the woman's vagina, where it pressed firmly.

"Surrender to the true god and this will be the pleasure you'll feel," came a calm rendition of the authoritarian voice, the statement it had made referring to the reverberations of vibrations the plastic object caused to the nervous system of the woman in bondage.

"I will never surrender what I know!" Came the determined response in that meek voice which the electronic speakers gave to the bunny eared woman. The defiance on display rewarded the bound woman with another hit of the whip.

The pattern continued, with the thick and light whip striking against the bunny eared woman, often followed by strong vibrations pressed against the woman's crotch. What the mouse-eared gentleman failed to grasp, was that with each of his juxtapositions between his own and the woman's religion, the pain he caused came closer to being interpreted as pleasure on her end.

Time marched on and eventually, the mouse eared man decided that it was time for the big guns. He grabbed the woman, who at this point was in a growing state of euphoria, and lead her towards the triangular wood prism.

In just a few short movements, the suit of the bunny-eared woman was attached to several ceiling bound ropes, which the mouse-eared man used to raise her up off the floor. The woman getting placed on top of the wood object, with her legs separated by it and the sharp edge that pointed towards the ceiling digging into her thinly protected crotch.

The man who commanded that deep, deep, voice; circled the woman who was under his power. She bowed over object underneath her, the mask which covered her face hiding her eyes which would have revealed just how close to complete and utter ecstasy she was.

The whip came crashing into the woman's back before long and when it did, the floodgates opened. The rewiring of her brain had been completed and the pain that was leveled at her was transformed into nothing but complete and total euphoria, her senses signaling sweet sensations.

The scene ended there, with the mouse-eared gentleman lowering her off the object that had dug into her nether regions. Those heels which she had worn had melted into her suit and disappear, letting her stand normally, but the ecstasy she was in still disallowed her from standing on her two legs. The man which had been dominant in this game needed to hold her until she once more was capable of standing on her own two legs.

Eventually, with enough gentle holding and exchanging of body-heat, the emotions of the two returned to normal. That care that the two playmates showed turning out to be just as important a part of the play as the main act.

The woman stood up and so did the man, the mouse-eared and the bunny-eared person bid each other farewell, as they marched towards the doors meant for the departures of the two. The voices which came over the speakers weren't submissive or dominant, but thankful in tone. That exchange became followed by their leaving through the doors meant for them.

* * *

The bunny headed woman followed out the door to the pair's right, she was left in a single small room where she saw nothing but plain walls, the door behind her from whence she came and two doors in featureless shining chrome in front of her.

"Make your choice, for you will be a chariot mistress meant to whip a draught animal into action through one of these doors, while the other will be your refusal to be in charge," a loud, electronic and neutral voice made itself heard over the speaker system.

The woman who had been faced with this choice, looked to both of the paths forwards in turn. Her latex encased body was still hard to move, even without the impractical heels that had been part of her suit during her time as a heathen, but still she enjoyed her feeling of freedom. The freedom she had to take her own actions and with a few steps she went through the door that confirmed her wishing to be pulled along by a horse.

As soon as her choice was made, the bunny eared woman's suit started to shift again, undoubtedly to ease her into her new role. The latex around her waist started to thicken, morphing into a rigid corset that held her back up straight. Together with the tall platform heels that formed on her feet it made her stand above most others that she could imaginably come across.

The man which emerged opposite this woman had dog ears hanging from his head and an ornamental muzzle around a still hound-jaw that was attached over his face. He stood far shorter than the bunny eared woman, due in large part to the combination of the hoof heels that had formed on his feet and the binding of his arms behind his back making his posture hunched over. This strange posture, as well as the suit that caused it, added up to make his walk an unsteady one, forcing him to lean forwards in order to keep balance.

The woman, with her large upright ears, looked around the room and soon found the equipment which would allow her to achieve what she had been instructed to do. A chariot, a riding crop, a pole to connect the draught animal to the vehicle and a long corridor in front of it all for the ride to be performed over.

"Follow my orders swiftly and closely," came the booming and domineering voice over the speakers, the bunny eared woman was mostly surprised at her being able to control such a demanding voice. Her senses needed time to grow used to the feeling of power which was implicit in it.

Still, she managed to eventually gather her bearings and soon took to grabbing the riding crop from the chariots side and took tentative steps toward the man who would be pulling her along. She wasn't quite used to holding authority and took a few deep breaths before she attempted to force her draught animal to move into position.

First she swatted around the bound man with dog ears, not hurting anyone except the air that made a sharp whining sound as the crop cut through it.

Next the bunny eared woman realized that she could just drag the hoofed man into place, which she did, slowly and steadily, trying to help him keep upright through the entire process.

In front of the chariot, the authority wielding woman attached the pole to her worker's tied back arms. A certain metal ring that terminated the intricate sleeve that bonded his two arms together made the action possible. The woman who held the riding crop made another attempt to use the demanding voice she had been gifted, "now you're ready to fulfill your duty to me! Follow my word so it might be!"

It wasn't long after that before the woman on her platform accessorized stilettos stood behind the chariot-box. She was now in the ultimate position of power, she was the one in charge, she was the leader of this situation. Yet, she didn't know what to do, she had been placed so high and still her mind was in a stalemate in knowing what to do and what was appropriate.

"Forwards!" The driver tried using the dominant voice that had been gifted to her, trying to make her animal pull ahead without the need for her to establish what the punishment should be if her call was unheeded.

The man who stood attached to the front of the vehicle wasn't someone who needed much convincing to do what he was told and soon enough he pulled the weight ahead, albeit rather slowly. He didn't put much force behind his pulling and as a result the wheels only turned at a leisurely pace, which only decreased further as the wheels rolled on.

Finally, at the complete stop of the chariot, the muzzled man gave a little hint about what he wanted by shaking his latex-covered behind from side to side. He was indicating to his driver that he wanted to be punished for his lacking performance. He wanted to be hit on his ass with the riding crop, something which the bunny eared woman carefully obliged to, her behavior remaining uncertain, right up until the end of the track.

* * *

The man which had entertained the bunny eared woman's ability to withstand pain, he with the decorative mouse-ears protruding from the top of his latex clad skull, had gone the other direction to the current chariot commander. His choice had also been to either assume or reject the responsibilities of a role thrust upon him. This time, like before, he had been asked to show dominance, the role he had been instructed to bear being to administer electric shocks or good vibrations at the showing of vision which a pupil was to see as either bad or good respectively.

The woman he had been supposed to play with however, the cat eared lady, hadn't felt comfortable with this type of power someone else was to hold over her mind. Pavlovian conditioning, even in a place where she could exit at any time, apparently being too much for her.

Therefore, when the mouse eared gentleman entered the classroom to which he had been assigned, his suit removing its priest collar and decreasing the contours of his muscles in favor of wider shoulders. He found an almost completely lifelike doll, her head was covered in smooth latex, without any animal ears adorning it and while she seemed to look around attentively from the bench where she was bound, there simply wasn't anything human inside her head.

The one human soul in the room didn't know about the lack of thoughts and feelings inside of the supposed pupil in front of him, he only knew about the role he had been given and intended to follow it as best he could. His dedication to the task and all the rules he had been given would prove beneficial to him, as the observers he had would be evaluating him on it all.

The mouse eared teacher walked confidently to the white board that his robotic pupil faced. He wasted no time at all in grabbing a great ruler that sat at the end of the room, right next to the great board. The control over the pupils pain and pleasure he found in an equally obvious spot on the teacher's desk, it took the form of a small two-buttoned remote.

It didn't take very long before the standing man, his head positioned far above the sitting student's round latex covered scalp; making his eyes look downwards if they wished to see her, had all the needed preparations to start his lecture. The whiteboard in front shifted color and showed an image, as if something projected it onto the white surface, yet without any obvious source of this light.

"Let's begin!" Were the first words spoken over the speaker system inside of the room. The masked man with mouse ears was used to hearing his words get formulated by a mighty voice at this point and thought little off it.

Before very long at all, the image that seemed projected before the bound pupil shifted and showed a person slacking off. The man who had been assigned as a teacher for the time being immediately took to sending an electric current through the attentive subject.

"Repeat after me, laziness is bad!" The teacher commanded as he stared his student down. He let the moment pass, before he made the image shift once more behind him.

This time behind him was a team of construction workers, all sweaty and pushing on a finished wooden wall, trying to get its form of the ground. Almost instantly, the student who was bound behind her desk to her chair had a vibrating object pressed towards her private area.

"Again, repeat! Industriousness is good!" Was the command which the mouse eared man mentioned to go along with this image. The bot that had the place of a submissive woman squirmed in her seat, reacting in much the same way as any human would when forced to feel pleasure in response to a visual input.

So the scene continued, with the man showing image after image, either bringing pleasure or pain to his subject depending on whether or not he wanted the concept shown to be positively or negatively associated. All to a subject that simply couldn't feel, but the administrator of this shocks and vibrations being very much under the impression that the tartan covered computer could both think and feel.

* * *

That woman with the cat ears, she was not out of the many rooms just yet, as she was faced with a decision similar to the one she had been faced with previously, the one she had graciously declined. This time she stood in a very similar room, where she heard the voice once more across the speaker system.

"Again, you may accept or decline. This time your role will be concerning that of an acolyte," the authoritative voice explained before continuing, "your master will be a priest whose words are the very word of god. His orders you won't be able to decline."

Something within the woman's mind made her consider this proposition far more pleasant than the previous one and she soon entered the door that marked her willingness to participate. Her suit shifted as she did. That wide grin that showed shining white teeth closed up, making it look like just another seam, punctuated in the middle by an o-ring gag that kept her mouth open and awaiting something to be inserted into it.

Who she met just outside the door, right above a wide set of stairs at an altar in front of two rows of benches, were the man that had been given ears that were similarly pointed to hers. The cat eared woman was faced with the man who had the larger satellite like bat-ears. Their outfits had further changed to fit the situation at hand, bringing that all important aesthetic factor to the scenario.

The extra latex which had formed around the man's skintight full-bodysuit fell neatly from his shoulders, covering his entire body, except for the ends of his extremities and his head, in a thick robe. Those shoulders which attached the shiny, loose, black fabric, that draped over his body, looked to be made of a stiffer material, an ornate metal of sorts which made his form far wider than what was normal for a man. On his face rested a mask which resembled the marble face of an angel.

The cat-eared woman, who was to fill the role of a submissive acolyte; following the learned priest's commands, had a nun's cap draped over her head, complete with a smooth white band which sat right before her upwardly pointing cat-ears. The tube of black that emanated from that point bearing two holes to allow for those decorative ears to poke through. The rest of her uniform was just as skimpy as ever, except perhaps made even further constrictive across the chest and at the top of her thighs.

"Child, you have chosen the path of light. For that I am happy for you," the masked man started from up where he stood at the altar. It looked almost as if he was inviting the nun-clad latex cat-girl up the steps, but he didn't let her act on this signal, before stepping down himself.

Once on the two latex encased people stood on the same level, the bat-eared priest approached the disciple of the lord. His hand poked through his wide sleeved outfit with a firmly gripped cat o' nine tails whip. His hidden legs pushed him forwards until he was right next to the woman who was under his care.

"Kneel, kneel, kneel for the lord would you!?" Came the command from the learned and undoubtedly honest man who stood next to his acolyte. The cat-eared woman had no reason to deny the request which had been leveled at her and so obliged by falling to her knees. At that point the priest continued his little speech, "now you are in a position to see the lord, but for that we must free you from sin, I will assist you in that by burning away those sins through pain."

Those words left the speakers in the corners of the room in their authority wielding voice right before that many thonged whip struck the latex skin that encased the nun ever so tightly. The impact made a sharp sound as the sudden pain spread throughout the woman's body.

"Can you feel it, the sensation of your sin facing destruction!?" The whip wielding gentleman asked over the electronic speaker system.

He didn't wait, the bat-eared priest didn't wait at all for an answer before he moved his wrist again in a way which delivered a strike of those nine ends of his whip onto the kneeling woman's shoulder.

"Isn't it pleasant?" Came another question from the sin destroying gentleman, "to feel the influence of the devil flee from your soul?"

Those words were less questions and more statements of fact. Things which were said for the sole purpose of being agreed with.

"In the service of our lord, you're going to be subjected to this plenty of times," came a matter of fact statement from that masked man with bat ears before he struck twice more with his whip against the cat eared woman's back.

The strikes didn't stop, but only escalated towards a steady rhythm whose sounds echoed through the halls. What never became predictable however, were the position of said loud strikes. Even those aimed towards the same part of her body struck in unpredictable places, as the many different tails of that whip each individually followed their own rules of motion.

"Let the pain flow through you and burn those sins which you may have! Burn them away!" Came a louder statement from the speakers in that same authoritative voice that always sounded when the dominant figure in the room spoke.

What followed those word were another strike to the small of the kneeling woman's back, after which the whip broke from its rhythm and struck the side of the woman's upper back slightly after when it usually did. The strikes stopped completely after that.

"Now the diminishing of sin isn't the only way to get closer to the divine light. You may also fill yourself with and expand god's love for you," said that authoritative voice once more across the speakers, albeit with a warmer timbre before that priestly man stood in front of the kneeling woman. He moved his hand to his front and revealed from underneath those heavy curtains that covered his body, his groin, where a hard phallus stuck out in the same color as that latex which covered the rest of the man. "Now, god made his love a pleasurable experience to receive and thus, the pleasure you'll give me is directly proportional to the love which god will fill you with as a response."

That hard phallic thing that pointed inexorably towards the kneeling nun's covered lips were a hard thing to determine what it was. It could either be a plastic sex toy, expertly sewn into the suit as an addition, or it could have been the man's actual cock wrapped in that skintight material even more expertly executed. Yet whatever it was didn't matter, as the speakers soon shouted out in that voice belonging to the dungeon's submissives "Banana split! Banana split! Banana split!"

Despite how comfortable and how enjoyable the experience of authority had been for the bat-eared man, he was one which followed the rules given to him and terminated his action right there on the spot. He hid his phallus in those massive drapes that he had worn for the duration of the scene and proceeded to give woman a friendly wave before offering to help her stand up, an offer which was accepted only after a few moments of recuperating.

The two of them went their separate ways after this, with the bat-eared man heading through a right door and the cat-eared woman through a left door.

* * *

The cat-eared woman came to face a proposition which she found quite amusing and enticing, as when she stood by her lonesome in the hallway which lead to the next scenario, the voice that belonged to no-one spoke over the speakers in the room. The resulting words that came to vibrate the air being, "it's your turn to be in the dominant position, for you will be the owner of a dog and training for a dog-show, should you choose to step through this left door and to reject, you head through the right one."

That cat-eared woman smiled as well as she could underneath the latex that covered her face. The rest of her suit's constraining nature hardly mattered as she took determined steps towards that fabled left door, the platform heels that grew underneath her feet something which she had grown used to wearing at this point.

She stepped through the door and saw the dog which she would be working with. Fittingly enough, it actually was the man who had been adorned with drooping dog-ears. Unlike when the two had seen each other at the start of it all however, the man who was to submit had his forearms tied to his upper arms and his shins tied to his thighs, forcing him to crawl on all four.

The cat-eared woman moved towards the crawling little man, excited to finally wield some control. She grabbed hold of a loose leash that her eyes came across on her way, making the complete and total subjugation of the latex-dressed dog under her command reiterated.

The moves of the two were clear from that moment on, no real orders needed to come from the woman leading as the dog did exactly as she indicated to it as she marched around the room in her sky-high black heels. That leash that was newly attached kept a generous amount of slack, the dog-man was happy with this, just the implication of the leash being attached to him made the experience a pleasurable one. The woman with cat-ears however, wanted a scene of a harder domination style.

While the latex that covered both of the people in the room hid their expressions, the emotions which underpinned those facial movements still remained underneath it all and the lady with ears like a cat poking upwards from the scalp on her head was frowning under her mask. She wanted more direct and notable control, so it wasn't by accident at all that the leash grew shorter. Something which made the crawling dog choke as he walked on all fours, no matter how diligently he followed the movements of his mistress.

"Now, sit!" Commanded the powerful voice across the speakers that were present even in this room, converting the intended speech from the woman into an anonymous and demanding one which used the same words. The dog obliged almost instantly, while his collar still choked his throat, moving his lower body so that his shins were parallel to the floor while his elbows pressed into his knees.

The cat-eared woman with leash in hand couldn't help but to be displeased at the sight of the submitting man. She imagined that she liked the command she had been given, but she didn't much enjoy just how easily the man on the floor followed.

"Play dead!" Demanded the domineering electronic voice across the speaker system. The submitting man who sat in front of her on the floor wasted no time in tilting his entire body back and laying back with his limbs in the air, the stillness mimicking that of a corpse.

That cat-eared lady whose head was situated so far above the submitting man spared no time before she moved the toe-box of her high heels over the laying dog's genitals. Only a twitch, the tiniest little movement from the standing figure in shiny black, later came the punishment from that woman's direction, the punishment she meant to dish out for the great crime of boring her with obsequiousness. It was a kick against the testicles which laid in front of her, an act which was met with an immediate shout from the speakers, "banana split!"

That tall woman knew what she had been told and she knew what it meant. Yet her cat-eared head didn't move in the slightest. Her eyes were still gleefully fastened to the subject that laid beneath her. What she felt in that moment was pleasure and she was not about to give it up for some silly old rule.

"Banana split!" Came the second use of the safe word. Again it didn't stop that mean lady with her cat ears from abusing her position, only leading to further usage of that same phrase, "Banana split! Banana split! Banana split!"

While the corseted woman continued out of her own volition, ignoring her role, the rules and frankly just basic human decency. The happening got put to a stop however before very long at all. The neutral computerized voice was the one to inform both of the figures of the termination of the act.

The two latex-clad people parted ways soon after that, the next fork in their path both leading back to the hotel rooms from whence they had come. The man with the dog-ears still had his arms and legs bound together forcing him to crawl on his elbows and knees up the stairs which lead him to his room.

* * *

It wasn't until the man had climbed all of those stairs that the suit finally loosened its tight grip on him, letting him step out of the confining shiny black second skin which he had worn for his entire trip downstairs. Upwards from that shed skin that had encased him, stepped Benjamin, the new manager for the the other four participants who had been present down in the dungeons.

Benjamin hadn't been fazed in the slightest by what had occurred down below, after all, it had been his idea to take that little trip. It was his idea to use that little session as a way for him to get to know everyone in his new workplace. To finalize his thoughts on the matter he wrote up the words he had in his head out on paper. A letter meant for himself.

Now it has been made clear how everyone I will see regularly acts and behaves when they're under the impression that no-one is watching. Now I know what the character and honor of each of these four are.

Sophie is uncomfortable with holding authority, but will do what is asked of her, while still protesting at what she disagrees with. She is all in all invaluable in that regard.

Adam is quite the opposite, very comfortable with standing above someone else, while disliking a lack of control. Rest assured in that he follows the rules, an honor is inside of him which ought to be cultivated and cared for, even if he is uncomfortable in only following others.

Ethan is excitable and enthusiastic about any practical task given to him, try not to burden him with situations where he isn't achieving anything. Keep him active with things that clearly need doing and try not to waste his time on low priority tasks.

Lastly there's Helena, while a certain amount of respect has to be given to her regarding her refusing to commit to what she's uncomfortable with, this positive ought to be viewed as a negative or perhaps the previously mentioned positive transformed an already fairly malicious trait into one that is even more so. The main point being that she does not respect rules meant to restrict the ability of authority to harm those it keeps as subjects. Helena ought therefore be kept away from such positions at all costs and might even be deserving of a firing at the earliest convenient time to do so.