A perceived eternity later I stopped. But nothing happened. And so I got to know lesson number one to women: To wait and to shut up. I heard a soft hiss at one point and then no more. I awoke naked on a kind of medical examination chair. They had fixed my arms, my torso, my legs and my head with straps and a light was shining in my face.
"You are awakened sister that pleases me. Wait until your instructor has turned on, please."
"I will be your instructor, and I will train you in all things that concern the women. I will also train your behaviour and your way to think". I tried to shout, but not a single word was coming out of my mouth.
"Until you learned to keep silent and talk only when you are asked to, I paralysed your vocal cords temporarily".
"You damn hogs, you can' t do that to me. I am a modern, emancipated woman, goddamn it" I can only think because of the lack of my vocal cords. A horrible agony twitched my body.
"Be careful what you think, woman!" Then I understood that the instructor communicates telepathically with me.
"Right, Woman! I will raise you to be a good, modest, submissive woman. You will immediately execute any order I give you, dress as women are allowed to, and learn that all you think about is to please your husband. With every error, I will penalise you by pain, and if You obey well, I will reward. I was horrified to realise the implications of it. I had no private life any more, and it also saw what I saw. I shared everything with what? "
I am connected to the central computer and programmed on women's routines" promptly and unsolicited the answer was. There was shivering through my body, a feeling of great abandonment and tears ran down my face. Then my eyes turned black, and before I fainted I thought desperately:
"Do I pass out or does the machine make this now? I was awakened by the machine, still naked and fixed in the chair. Then a pipe was shoved inside my mouth, and a delicious tasting porridge was coming out of it, and at the same time, I sensed my bladder and bowel emptying. I never before had felt so degraded.
" Today you will be shown the responsibilities of a woman, which you must imitate with precision. So be cautious! Incidentally, I find it very offensive the way you think about me being a machine, that is unreasonable. You will consider me with respect as your teacher and leader, nothing more is for you to do, woman! Apologise!"
"I apologise, if anything, not to a machine for a human!" It came upon me with inconceivable violence; it was like large hands crushed my body and soul. I shrank to a small heap of misery. That machine completely controlled me, and it could do whatever it liked to do to me. I said whimpering:
"This unworthy bitch is asking you, as her beloved teacher and leader, to forgive her. It will think from now on in love and respect to the instructor."
Like automatically I talked and thought of me in the third person, and I found the correct phrases. Something was breaking inside me, and there was something new to come through. I had deep inside me a desire for submission. I didn't realise that they manipulate my subconscious mind while I was sleeping. My Lord graciously said:
"Thus is it right, regard me with respect as your Lord, so you learn to serve your husband lovingly as your Lord if you are allowed to go to him. An unbelievably pleasant feeling flooded and rewarded my heart. So intense, so addictive.
"This woman thanks you, my Lord, for your care," it slipped by itself. Then, in a time lapse, it occurred in front of my eyes as I got up in the morning, cleaned myself, clothed myself till I was veiled entirely, I prayed, then went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast and in silence served it to my husband at the table, taking care that I handed him all at the slightest hint. When he finished, I rushed to the dressing room to offer him his coat. Deeply bowing, I wordlessly said goodbye to him and ate the leftovers that he had left over. I raised my veil so I could bring the food to my mouth even without seeing the tiniest thing off my face. Then I stood up and prayed and cleaned the apartment. I prayed again for lunch to prepare it. I was kneeling in front of the door and waiting for my husband. As he entered, I welcomed him bowed over. I waited for him at the lunch table, and when he got up, I was allowed to eat the leftovers. Then I cleaned the table and washed the tableware. Then I prayed and prepared myself for bed. I wore a white burka to sleep, underneath I was naked. I kneeled beside my master's bed and was waiting for him. As he entered, I undressed him, and I washed him in the prepared bathtub, dried him gently and handed a clean nightgown to him. I then lay with my back on the bed, and he climbed me. When he emptied into me, he rolls off me. I walked to clean and crawled into a tiny, windowless room that was barely a metre high with a thin sleeping mat lying on the bare floor laying down to sleep.