She kept Jon on her lap and reached for a booklet. Jon, in his dazed and relaxed state, could see the title. "Training Your Cat Girl."
"Things are going to be different now," Zoe told Jon, in a soothing voice. She read for a moment then cupped her hands around Jon's face, forcing Jon to look her in the eyes. "Who am I?" She asked.
=My sister, Zoe,= Jon thought, still purring contentedly.
Zoe didn't hear him, but she knew what he would be thinking. "I'm not your sister," she said. "I'm your mistress. You're my pet," she said, switching to a voice of authority. Jon purred, only half listening, but the authoritative voice being one his form, conditioned to be docile, responded to. "You love me...your mistress," she continued, reinforcing the suggestion, letting her face take up all of Jon's vision as she repeated the instructions to the cat girl.
"You are not people," Zoe said, soothingly...straight out of the training manual. "People have to worry about things. You don't have to worry. It feels good to let your mistress take care of you."
"You are not Jon Gibson. There is no such person. You are Jen, the Gibson's cat girl...You are our property. We own you and take care of you."
Jon purred, the words going into his subconscious.
