**Chapter 8: Morning Submission**

It was now morning, and John walked into the room with a mild expression on his face. "Morning cunts," he said, his voice a stark contrast to the terror that had filled the air the night before. All the women in the room, including Emily's mother, responded in unison, flexing their muscles in a learned greeting. The sound of squelching noises filled the air as they complied, their bodies conditioned to respond to John's twisted commands. John laughed and sighed, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. "Beautiful," he said, his eyes scanning the room. "No nagging voices from annoying women. Just beautiful pussies." Emily was still frozen in shock from the ordeal, her mind reeling from the events of the night before. But as John walked up to her swing, she felt a jolt of pain as he flicked her clit. She screamed, tears welling up in her eyes, and John scoffed. "Morning to you too, bitch," he said, his voice devoid of empathy. Tears ran down Emily's face as she obediently flexed her cunt in learned submission. "Good," John said, his expression approving. With a swift motion, he unhooked all the women from their restraints, and they dropped roughly to the ground. The room was filled with the sound of women's bodies hitting the floor, and the smell of sweat and fear hung in the air. "Alright cunts, get to cleaning and cooking," John commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. "I'm heading to work. NOW GO!" The women scatted in all directions, rushing to begin their womanly duties. Emily stumbled to her feet, her mind numb and her body aching. She moved mechanically, her eyes fixed on the floor as she made her way to the kitchen. As she began to clean and cook, Emily's thoughts were consumed by the horror of her situation. She wondered how she had been reduced to a mere object, a plaything for John's twisted desires. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a wave of despair wash over her. But as she worked, Emily's mind began to focus on survival. She knew she had to keep her wits about her, to find a way to escape from this twisted nightmare. And as she scrubbed the floors and cooked the meals, she made a silent vow to herself: she would not give up. She would find a way to escape, no matter what it took.