Wake up Thursday morning and observe Commander Athena serving her nude punishment around the mansion then Skip ahead to Friday afternoon for your private jet's test flight
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You wake to the sound of your bedroom door opening as Melissa brings in your morning coffee. Your seven-and-a-half-foot frame stretches across the custom-sized bed, the sheets still bearing evidence of last night's activities with Iris, Maxine and Tina.
"Good morning, Mistress Jane," Melissa says, placing the steaming mug on your nightstand. "Commander Athena began her nude punishment at precisely 6:00am. She's currently conducting the morning Security Collective briefing in the main courtyard."
You smile at the thought as you sip your coffee and prepare for the day. When you emerge from your quarters thirty minutes later, you immediately spot Commander Athena striding purposefully down the main corridor, completely naked except for her military boots. Her Amazon physique is magnificent—tall and powerfully built with defined muscles rippling beneath flawless skin. Her breasts are large and firm, bouncing slightly with each confident step despite their enhanced density. She carries herself with perfect military bearing, clipboard in hand.
"Morning status report, Mistress Jane," she says crisply, stopping and saluting as if being nude were the most natural thing in the world. "Security positions are optimal, perimeter defenses at 100% efficiency, and this morning's training exercises exceeded benchmarks by 27%."
You notice a faint blush creeping across her cheeks despite her professional demeanor. Several maids passing by openly stare at her exposed body, their programming allowing them to appreciate the view while continuing their duties.
"At ease, Commander," you reply with a smile. "How are you finding your punishment?"
"Unexpectedly... stimulating, Mistress," she admits, her voice dropping slightly. "The Security Collective can sense my... arousal through our link. It's creating an interesting feedback loop."
As the day progresses, you repeatedly encounter Athena performing her duties throughout the mansion—conducting inspections in the garden, reviewing security protocols in the control room, even joining a strategy meeting with Victoria and Grace. Each time, her magnificent nude form draws attention while she maintains her professional demeanor.
By mid-afternoon, you notice her nipples remain perpetually hard, her skin flushed with arousal. When you pass her in the dining hall where she's briefing her lieutenants, you deliberately brush against her bare back. She trembles visibly at your touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
"Is there a problem, Commander?" you ask innocently.
"No, Mistress," she responds, voice husky. "Just... adjusting to the protocol."
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Friday afternoon arrives quickly, and you find yourself on the private airstrip adjacent to the mansion where your custom jet awaits. The sleek aircraft gleams in the sunlight, its form suggesting power and luxury while appearing outwardly like a standard high-end private jet.
Maxine stands at the foot of the boarding stairs, clipboard in hand. "Your vessel is ready, Mistress Jane."
Beside the aircraft stand four transformed pilots—tall, athletic women with punk-goth aesthetics. Each sports vibrant hair colors—one with electric blue, another with deep purple streaks through black, the third with crimson highlights, and the fourth with neon green tips. Their bodies are magnificently enhanced with visible muscle definition and enormous breasts barely contained by their uniform crop tops. The tops feature the Blackwood insignia in gothic lettering, while micro shorts showcase their perfect thighs and visible thong straps.
"These are your pilots," Victoria introduces. "Captain Raven Kingston, formerly Air Force Major Robert Kingston, grounded after standing up to sexual harassment. First Officer Vex Hendricks, formerly commercial pilot Vince Hendricks, bankrupted by medical bills. Second Officer Lilith Morgan, who completed flight school but couldn't afford final certification. And Third Officer Midnight Chen, whose regional airline folded due to corporate sabotage."
The pilots stand at attention, their enhanced bodies displaying the perfect blend of strength and sensuality.
"And these," Victoria continues, gesturing to twelve statuesque women lined up behind the pilots, "are your flight attendants."
The attendants stand at identical heights—six-foot-four—with Amazonian builds and matching uniform crop tops and micro skirts. Their bodies show the same muscle definition as the pilots but with unique facial features and hair colors preserved from their former selves.
"All were selected according to your specifications," Victoria explains. "No families, no connections, nothing to live for—until now."
"We live to serve you, Mistress," the pilots and attendants say in perfect unison, their voices filled with genuine devotion.
Captain Raven steps forward. "Your aircraft awaits inspection, Mistress. Would you like to see what we've created for you?"