Chapter 3The more Maya used the conditioner, the more intense the pleasure became, and the more that mantra embedded itself into her thoughts.
“Obedience brings pleasure,” she mumbled around her toothbrush.
“Pleasure brings obedience,” she murmured on her walk to the bus.
She had gotten a few compliments from a couple of coworkers about her hair, but most of the people who worked in her office ignored the change in her.
Part of her wished a few more of them would notice her, but it was probably just as well.
Focusing on work was a constant struggle. She found herself constantly looking off into space, counting the minutes until she could clock out, her whole body feeling like it was throbbing to the cadence of the mantra as she daydreamed about how good it would feel to work the condi
