The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The sun peeked through the window, giving Her skin a golden sheen. Beverly couldn’t get enough of the sight of Her sleeping form, lying atop the covers on her stomach. It formed such a perfect counterpoint to the Song in Beverly’s head, another confirmation that it had been a good decision to move in with her best friend.

It had been Cin’s decision, of course.

That didn’t mean Bev didn’t make any decisions on her own; she did. Like right now, for example, she’d decided how she was going to wake up her friend.

Her hands ghosted over Cin’s legs, gliding up the slope of her butt as Beverly crawled forward. ‘I’ve never done this before.’ The thought was a wet kiss on her clit. ‘We’ve done a lot of things, but I’ve never gone here.’ Moving Her tail aside with one hand, Bev pressed her lips lightly against one globe and then the other. ‘Such a dirty girl. Cin’s dirty, hot slut.’

Light kisses turned into little licks that swiftly devolved into a swirling tongue bath as Her taste filled Bev’s mouth. The blonde’s body sang with lust, a pulsating beat that traveled straight from her mouth to her tits.

Her lips wrapped around Her tail, her tongue trailing a wet path up and down the limp appendage that ended in a gentle swipe through Her crack. Bev’s hands pulled Cin’s cheeks apart, Her groans signaling She was waking up.

This was an act of devotion, of love. A worship in deed, instead of word. Tonguing Cin’s asshole until Her cum splattered the sheets was Beverly’s morning prayer. She didn’t even need to touch herself, Cin’s cries of passion amplified the Song in her head and all Bev knew was bliss. It drooled from her pussy while her mindless tongue continued to eat Her out.

‘I’ve only been back to work for less than a day and I already can’t wait for the weekend,’ Cin pondered morosely behind the counter. ‘Of course, this job sucked when I took it.’

Working at a sporting good store was not what she’d had in mind when she graduated from college, but it paid the bills while she lined up a real job-one that fell into her field of interest. That hadn’t happened; instead she was still working at Jane’s Sportfashion three years later.

That, however, wasn’t the most aggravating thing about working there. No, that prize went to her two co-workers, Jake and Linda, who slacked off at every opportunity. Not in front of the owner, of course, he’d have fired them long ago if they’d been dumb enough to do that.

No, they waited for his back to be turned. Like now: every Monday morning, between ten and eleven, the boss went off for lunch and Linda took Jake back into the stockroom, leaving Cin to mind the store.

She knew what they were doing back there, and up until today that knowledge had only been irritating. But she was a new woman now. Curiosity beckoned. Her eyes drifted to the door in the back, then made a quick scan of the store. She bit her lip. ‘There’s nobody here, I won’t be missed.’

Still looking around as if afraid she’d be caught, Cin stalked quietly into the back. Her sensitive ears already picking up on their lovemaking before her hand was on the doorknob.

‘Why am I doing this? I’m not attracted to them; I don’t even like them! So what the hell am I doing sneaking in here to watch two annoying people have sex?’ It was a good question, but it didn’t stop Cin from softly closing the door behind her and creeping up on the couple hidden by a rack of ski suits, because she was curious.

She got an eyeful right away as Linda had just finished lowering Jack’s pants and was now busy engulfing his manmeat with her lips. Unlike Cin or Linda, he actually looked like he was into sports. The muscles in his arm stood out as he used them to brace himself against the table.

Most of Linda’s body couldn’t be seen from this angle, obscured by Jake, the table and some boxes. That changed soon after, when she stood up and pushed her partner back to lie on the table. Linda’s lithe body scrambled on top of him and she guided his dick into her with a toothy grin. Within seconds, Linda was happily bouncing up and down, her small titties swaying freely through the air.

Neither of them was all that sexy or attractive to Cin. Yet she was breathing just as hard as Linda, her nipples poking into her bra. Because her senses saw beyond that, saw the joy they experienced. The lust they were satisfying right now was infectious, stoking Cin’s own fire.

Hands trembling with desire, she pawed at her clothes as her eyes remained riveted to the scene before her. Teeth pressed into her lower lip, stopping the groan from escaping after a hand finally released one of her tits from its confines. It yearned to be trapped by something warmer.

On the table, Linda threw her head back moaning unabashedly as her hands mimicked Cin’s actions. Sex hung thick in the air, the raven-haired hybrid breathed it. In and out, out and in.

Her skirt was on the floor, wet panties pushed aside to give her questing fingers access. Her body itched to change. ‘No,’ Cin denied herself while watching Linda roll her hips. Her co-workers skins gleamed with sweat in the soft light of the stockroom. ‘Can’t risk it, not here.’ A thumb flicked her clit, pleasure pierced her thoughts.

This time, Cin couldn’t stop a mewl from escaping her panting lips. Couldn’t stop her fingers from playing her body. On the table, Linda leaned back to get a new angle, Jake supporting her without hesitation as if it were a well-rehearsed dance move. Oblivious to their audience or the time.

“Ungh, cumming!” Someone cried out. But nobody slowed down. The energy in the room remained at a feverish pitch.

Linda tilted forward and lay down on Jake before slamming her hips down on his, Jake’s hips thrusting up to meet. A slick finger teased Cin’s back entrance, circling it once, twice, before dipping back into her sex. ‘Screw this: I need a hand, and I know just where to get them.’

“What the hell do you people think you’re doing!” a voice thundered, freezing Cin in place. Looking over at the door, she saw her boss. Kenneth Jane was red in the face, his eyes darting from the couple on the table to Cin and back again. “There are customers here! That’s what I pay you people for: to help them, not to fornicate while they can hear everything!!!”

Jake and Linda finally seemed to realize they had an audience and started to scramble for their clothes. Cin had a slightly easier time of putting them back on, but that also meant an embarrassed Jane focused his ire on her. “You’re fired!” he shouted sounding a bit hoarse. “You’re all fired! Get out! Get out! Now!”

Cin’s mouth opened, then closed. She wanted to argue, to save her job. ‘It’s not fair, it’s those two who’ve been doing this for months while I’ve been doing my job! And now, the one time I did sneak off, I get fired? I need the money, dammit.’

Naturally she wasn’t going to say it exactly like that; she could phrase it better than that. Or just beg. Yet something held her back. Something she’d gotten a more intimate knowledge of since the change: instinct.

Startled, Cin realized that, despite her new found power, she was unable to object to him. ‘If he tells me to suck him off, I’d actually do it...’ Try as she might, she couldn’t get upset over it. The prospect of being unemployed was like a punch in the gut, yet she couldn’t bring herself to object.

‘Because Kenneth is my boss, I’m his subordinate. I agreed to obey him.’ She knew, intellectually, that working for someone didn’t entail such submission. Not in America. It was an attitude from the other place. The one she’d gotten glimpses of in her dreams. But this wasn’t a dream: this was now and this was here. Nevertheless, the idea was hers now and so were the consequences.

“Yes, sir,” was all that would pass her lips as Cin hung her head in defeat. She was out of a job. A job she didn’t like, granted, but one she didn’t want to leave like this. Not without some other sort of work lined up. All because she had to indulge herself.

In a daze, she let her legs carry her out of the stockroom, past the curious eyes of the customers Mister Jane mentioned and out of the store. ‘I’m fired?’

Cin wandered without direction, her complete attention turned inward trying to figure out who she was now. She thought she knew, right up until Kenneth Jane had given her an order and her own beliefs had surprised her. So now she tried to find out if there were any other surprises lurking within her.

‘What if my Creator came back? Would I obey him?’ Cin wondered, dreading the answer. But nothing happened, the feeling she’d gotten with her boss was absent when she thought of her Creator. ‘Because we never made an agreement,’ she suddenly realized. “That’s the key,” she accidentally said aloud.

Embarrassed, Cin looked around but found nobody was close enough to have overheard her. ‘I don’t have to, I can choose now. I always had a choice.’ Both felt true, though only one should.

The ex-employee of Jane’s SportFashion grimaced as another thought came to her: ‘But I’ll have the same problem with any new job I find. Except this time, I know full well what I’ll be agreeing to, even if my new boss won’t.’ Fear and lust mixed as Cin’s imagination came up with a couple of scenarios when this hypothetical boss did find out.

Something caught her eye and she stopped to look, only realizing now that her feet had led her out of the main shopping area onto a small street Cin had never been to before. There were several shops here, too, but it was one in particular that had drawn her attention.

A piece of paper was taped to the glass of the door reading “Looking for a sales associate, must be at least 21 years old...” etc. A quick glance told her she met all requirements, yet it didn’t say what sort of store this was.

There were no displays in the window and a screen artfully decorated to make it look like a pair of curtains prevented her from looking inside. On the glass itself a web-address was printed with a telephone number in smaller type underneath. Looking up the raven-haired hybrid saw that the name of the shop was Pandora’s Box, which offered no clue either.

Curiosity once more took a hold of Cin. ‘I am looking for a job now,’ she considered. But another voice argued, ‘No; remember what happened not an hour ago!’

She hesitated: that was a good point. ‘On the other hand, what’s the harm in looking? I’m not agreeing to anything just by walking in and finding out what they’re selling.’ That ... was true.

Nodding to herself she walked over to the shop’s door and opened it.

The sound of tinking bell rang through the store, alerting Sarah Anisidora that someone had come in. She’d been reading the paper, expecting it would be a quiet morning, as most were. Truth be told, her shop did most of its business online, and half the people who came to them physically did so because they didn’t want their orders delivered at home. That and your usual gaggle of high schoolers thinking they were so bold and mature because they dared to come into a sex shop.

The person who came in fell in neither of those categories. This girl had long, intensely black hair that flowed freely down her back. Intelligent eyes framed in a fresh face that lacked a tan. Her body looked good, slender and curved in all the right places. Her outfit, however, looked like she worked in one of the other stores. The girl wasn’t wearing a jacket even though it was still chilly outside. ‘And she’s not in a hurry,’ Anisidora judged as she watched the girl’s gaze slowly travel the various displays.

There were some toys on shelves on the right wall and in free standing displays scattered around the room, but that was only a small sample of their complete catalogue. This left the shop roomy and, aided by the natural lighting, it put customers at ease.

Two mannequins dressed in fetish wear flanked a doorway on the left, leading to what Anisidora liked to think of as her boutique: a room containing their clothing selection as well as a couple of dressing rooms. That was the reason the other half visited the shop, to try it on before buying it.

Still, the behavior of Anisidora’s present company was unusual. Not weird-those were common enough even though most of her products were more for her than for him. No, it was the obvious curiosity the girl displayed combined with a lack of furtive glances Anisidora’s way. No embarrassment seemed to register even when she lifted a boxed dildo up to examine it.

Anisidora examined her once more trying to guess why she’d come in. When the girl took an experimental swing with a riding crop, seemingly fascinated by the sound it made, she’d had enough. “Can I help you?”

The black-haired girl looked up and blinked as if she’d forgotten she wasn’t alone. “Uh, yes,” she said while putting the crop back. “I saw you’re looking for a sales associate, but there was no clue what you were selling.”

Anisidora simply arched an eyebrow. She was indeed looking for a cashier to help her run this shop. Denise had left over a month ago and, while she hadn’t been her only employee, Anisidora couldn’t really spare the others for this. They had their own jobs maintaining the online business. So far, though, they’d had no applicants that met her standards. Either too eager to work here, or too embarrassed. ‘So far, this one’s actually the most promising candidate but her remarks better get more intelligent right quick. I can’t stand airheads’—a smirk crossed her lips—’in my business,’ she amended. ‘They have their uses in bed where their mouths are suitably occupied.’ Good memories.

The girl answered her smile. “Of course, now I do know. So, what I wanted to ask is if you still got that job opening.”

“I do,” Anisidora confirmed. “But I think this is a matter better discussed in my office. Follow me,” she commanded leading her into the back.

Cin followed the older woman through the store, her eyes naturally drifting down her backside. There wasn’t much to see, as the dark-skinned businesswoman wore a smart business outfit with a skirt that reached past her knees. Still, there was a hint here and there of a very fine body. ‘No, focus. You’re not here for that. You’re just curious about the job. Think about that. Money, food, water, a place to sleep. A place where Beverly can sleep.’

Their short journey led into a small office cluttered with paper. A computer with printer were set up on a desk off to the side of the other, by which they sat. “I’m Sarah Anisidora, by the way.”

“Cin-dy, I’m Cindy, though my parents named me Cinderella. I don’t really like it.” She gasped internally. Giving her real name to a stranger, what was she thinking?

“Cinderella?”

“As in the fairy tale,” Cin confirmed.

“Alright, Cindy, you were interested in the position?”

“Uh, right. I am ... recently unemployed,” she finished awkwardly. “Actually, I just got fired. Hence my lack of a résumé,” Cin tried to joke.

“Hmmm, I can work around that. Where did you work?”

“At Jane’s SportsFashion.”

“You worked for Kenneth?” Miss Anisidora’s face twisted in distaste. “Guess I won’t be asking for a reference then. I’m not his most favorite person in the world, and the feeling’s mutual. Bigot’s been complaining about my business since I opened. So, why did Kenneth fire you?”

‘This was a bad idea,’ Cin concluded thinking back on this morning. ‘Once she hears what happened, she’ll show me the door.’ So, with a deep breath, she took the plunge and told Miss Anisidora what happened.

When Cindy was finished, Anisidora remained quiet for a moment. “He shouldn’t have fired you, not for that.” The girl across the desk blinked at that; relief started to spread across her features, which was why she pressed on. “I’d have fired you too,” the businesswoman made clear, “right then and there. Can you figure out why?”

She waited and observed Cindy as the applicant thought her words over. ‘Well, even if she’s not a candidate for this place, there’s another position I think she’ll be interested in,’ she thought recalling the way Cindy’s eyes had taken in her store. Anisidora wetted her lips. ‘Several, in fact.’

“I ... I should have said something to Mr. Jane. About them, ah, spending time in the stockroom.”

“Exactly. Loyalty is all well and good, but, and it galls me to say this, you owed Kenneth some of it too. I’m not a prude like him, so I don’t care who you fuck or watch fucking. I do care, however, if you blow off work for it and still expect to get paid.”

Cindy flinched at the thrust. She didn’t know it yet, but she wasn’t being tested for the job. Or not just the job-though, if Anisidora did give it to her, that would mean she’d have to give up on that. She didn’t sleep with the people that worked for her.

“But tell me,” Anisidora continued. “Why were you working there in the first place? Do you have any ambitions or dreams?”

Cindy shrugged. “It was supposed to be short-term, you know. I did college, got my major in journalism and then my plan fell apart. I’d lined up an internship at this history magazine when it went belly up. I’ve been sort-of drifting ever since. I suppose I could’ve looked elsewhere, but my boyfriend lived here, so does my best friend, and next thing I knew three years have gone by. And then things suddenly changed. I changed. You asked me about my dreams ... I don’t think I know what they are right now.”

Anisidora quietly filed away how she spoke about her boyfriend in the past tense. And the part about changing sounded promising, too. “Sounds to me like you came in here looking for something more than a job.”

Before she could say anything more, the bell rang, signaling somebody else had entered the store. Anisidora would have to postpone their dance: “Sounds like our time is up. Tell you what,” she said as she retrieved a business card. “Instead of you or me deciding anything right now, why don’t you send me your résumé. Here, I’ll write down my private email-address. If you’re still interested by the time you get home, that is.”

Cindy took the bait. ‘Great. I’m still not sure about her for the job,’ Anisidora mused, ‘but her CV should answer that. And if I don’t, it would only be “nice” of me to take her mind off of things.’

“And that’s why I’m not sure about pursuing this job right now. I don’t want to submit,” Cin said distractedly reclining on the bed as nude as Beverly. The blonde herself didn’t respond immediately, her mouth otherwise occupied nibbling, sucking and all-around feasting on Her tit.

The hand on her back stroking her approvingly, Bev’s head rose a little so she could answer. A trail of saliva still connecting her lips to Cin’s nipple. “Why should it be you?”

“What do you mean?” She asked as Her tail started to ghost over Beverly’s thigh.

“Hmmm, I, I mean, why are you the one who must submit? You don’t have to agree to that to work for her.”

Cin looked thoughtful, Her head tilted to Her right as she mulled it over. Bev pressed on. “You’ve got powers now. She can submit to you. Think about it. The way you described this Sarah, it’s obvious you find her attractive,” she went on not feeling a hint of jealousy. In fact, the image of this Sarah Anisidora, with her cafe au lait skin and toned body, kneeling before Cin was turning her on.

“Would it be right to take her?”

“Of course it would be! You took me and it was the best thing you’ve ever done for me. To have your song in my head ...” her voice trailed off as the Song rose in volume at that reminder, derailing her thoughts.

Cin’s voice called her back. “But she’s a stranger.”

The blonde blinked, having to recall what they were talking about. “So? You can take whoever you want, you’re Cin,” Beverly argued with absolute conviction. “Email her, get a second interview and give her the song. I know you want to,” the blonde breathed.

For a moment, Cin simply stared into her eyes. The next, She moved and Beverly was on her back with Her hovering above her. “You’re right,” the raven-haired hybrid purred. Her body slid down Bev’s, their only contact Her taut nipples slowly gliding over the blonde’s tanned skin, tracing two lines of sensual delight. Her breath played over Beverly’s wet folds, melting her just a little more. “I want to.”

She gave the blonde a teasing lick. “I want to see her naked.” Her tongue flicked out again, collecting Bev’s dew above the spot she’d just visited. “I want to hear her moan.” Higher. “I want to smell her lust.” Bev groaned, her hands grabbing at the comforter; that one had flicked her clit. “I want to feel her juices coat my tongue.” Higher again, past Bev’s button, the supple organ almost touched Her Mark. It dampened Beverly’s arousal just enough to appreciate what was going to happen next.

“I want to taste her essence.” Sensation flashed through the blonde, slowing everything down to a crawl. Cin’s tongue began to slowly trace Her Mark, the symbol sending pulses of pleasure rolling through Bev’s body in sync with Her heartbeat. Beverly froze, the waves rebounding when they couldn’t escape, suffusing her form.

The world shrank down to Her tongue on Her Mark and expanded so the Song could fill it all up. Beverly vanished happily to make room, her body arcing off the bed on its own. There was only the Song rising to a crescendo and taking a mewling Cin’s with it. Cum squirted from her cunt, splashing against Her chin.

The Singer added a new line and Cin’s obeyed, twisting the blonde’s body around so she could bury her face in Her pussy. Vaguely, Cin’s heard Her say more words, but they held no meaning for her. All she understood at the moment was right in front of her, filling her mouth. “Yessss, I’ll send her an email, hmmm, later.”

Anisidora finished saying her goodbyes to her customer before turning her attention to Cindy. She’d only seen the girl from the corner of her eyes when she got in, so her appearance was a bit of a surprise to Anisidora.

She wore a peach sundress, a perfect fit for the sunny weather outside but a puzzling choice for a job interview. ‘Of course, she doesn’t know I’m going to say no,’ the businesswoman reflected. ‘She’s nice enough and she does seem to have a brain but... Oh, be honest; you’re not thinking with your own brain here. You want something else from her more.’

Naturally, the owner of Pandora’s Box didn’t say that to Cindy. “Hey, you’re early.”

“I noticed.”

‘Another surprise. She wasn’t this confident the last time,’ Anisidora noted. ‘It does help explain the clothes, she feels at ease this time. Sure.’

“It’s alright,” Anisidora assured her. Shooting Cindy a smile, she stepped around the counter and went to the door to close up. The businesswoman wasn’t expecting anybody for at least an hour and she wanted privacy for what she was planning.

Cindy wasn’t going to get the job, but Anisidora was starting to wonder if the raven-haired girl didn’t already know that. And was anticipating what it meant. ‘Now there’s a nice thought. It certainly would make my work easier.’ With her back to the girl, it was safe for Anisidora to let her smile ease into a predatory grin.

After leading Cindy back to her office, they both sat in the same chairs as last time. Unlike last time, the desk was free of clutter and Sara herself was wearing a more flattering outfit ... with some very nice lingerie underneath it. “So, we’ve been exchanging messages for a couple of days now, and I think I’ve gotten to know you ... which has led me to believe that there is still an obstacle to your employment here.”

“Oh?”

That was all Cindy said, still showing no concern. Instead, she looked vaguely bemused, tilting her head a little to the right as her gaze swept over Anisidora’s body.

“Yes,” the proprietress forged on. “I don’t want to embarrass you, but working here means interacting with customers, helping them with our products. And you, at the moment, are inexperienced.”

Now, Cindy chuckled: “And you’re offering to train me.”

Clasping her hands in front of her on the desk, Anisidora did her best to project an earnest appearance. “You know my policy, Cindy. I don’t sleep with my employees and I refuse to pay someone who doesn’t have the know-how to do her job. But I like you, and I want to hire you,” she lied easily, because everything except the last part was true.

“I saw how intrigued you were the first time you came over my doorstep,” Anisidora added huskily.

“So that’s your opening bid?”

“I beg your pardon?” She hadn’t expected that reaction.

“Of our negotiations. You’re offering no job, but a place in your bed as your lover.”

Anisidora stared at the girl with a slack jaw.

“Oh, don’t look so shocked. All you think about when you look at me is sex and submission. You’re picturing me bent over your knee, paddling my ass ‘cause I’m such a bad girl.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She was certain she hadn’t been that obvious. ‘Did she guess? Ask around about me?’ Strangest of all was how Cindy acted. Anisidora was sure she’d heard a note of interest when the girl had described her fantasy.

Cindy rose from her chair, pushing it back with a foot that had slipped from her sandal before stepping out of the other one so she could kick the footwear out of the way as well. “Yes, you do. But enough about your offer; let’s talk about mine.”

With those words, the raven-haired girl shimmied out of her sundress to reveal she hadn’t been wearing anything else.

Anisidora couldn’t help but glance over her lightly tanned form. Even now, nude and obviously aroused, standing there, Cindy had a sort-of wholesome attractiveness about her. ‘No tan lines,’ Sarah noted.

“That’s your offer?”

The girl’s smile got a little bigger. “No, silly. I’m just slipping into something more comfortable before I make my offer.” Before Anisidora could ask what she meant by that, Cindy showed her.

Her form rippled; there was no other word for it. Her skin lost its tan and became white as porcelain while the brown of her aureoles became a light pink. Her curves got curvier even as the muscles in her limbs and stomach became more noticeable.

Spell-bound, Anisidora watched a tail swish through the air for several heartbeats. Finally, her eyes traveled back up to stare into the twinkling sapphires that had replaced Cindy’s brown eyes. ‘No, not twinkling,’ Anisidora corrected herself, ‘shining. It’s almost as if they’re glowing.’

“This is my offer,” Cindy purred as light spilled from her eyes.

Anisidora felt the light flow into her, deeper and deeper, touching her in places she didn’t even know existed. She’d been intimate with dozens of women. Now the businesswoman realized she hadn’t known the meaning of the word.

It felt as if Cindy’s soul was pouring into her, and was hugging her own soul. It washed against her, massaging her very being, creating whispers that Anisidora could only feel, not hear. ‘Relax.’ Her spirit tensed at the contact making Anisidora more aware of Cindy and what her light was doing. ‘Relax.’

It sounded like a good idea. Being tense was a bad thing and relaxing was good. So she should relax. ‘But my heart tells me I shouldn’t. That if I do, I’ll lose ... something.’

“I will work here, and you will pay me like you would any cashier, but you won’t be the one giving orders.”

A frown failed to materialize on her face. “I-I won’t ... I’m the boss.” Anisidora had to pull the words out, but she meant every single one of them. In her relationships, she was always the boss.

“That’s what we’re haggling about,” Cindy corrected her. “You’re offering fun while I offer you something you’ve always been wondering about.”

Anisidora refused to respond, to give any impression of weakness.

“I know you, Sarah,” Cindy purred. “All those women, all those girls, its always they who submitted to you. You were on top, looking into their eyes as they gave themselves over to you. You saw the joy there, the mindless pleasure.” Her voice was caressing the words.

Anisidora didn’t want to, but the words were too evocative. Faces emerged in her mind, their eyes confirming everything Cindy had just spoken of. And, for a moment, she felt safe and secure in her place above them.

A moan escaped her as her resistance loosened just a tad, letting the light’s questing fingers massage her that much deeper. Anisidora wanted to shake her head in denial, but it was as trapped as the rest of her. Stuck in blue amber. ‘Is she reading my mind too?’ She embraced the fear that thought evoked with open arms, anything to stave off the warm, comforting, relaxing light. ‘Relax.’ This time, she managed to bite back the moan.

Cindy pressed on. “And with every look, the temptation grew. ‘How does it feel,’ you wondered, ‘giving in, surrendering, submitting?”

“Ne-No.” It was hard to push the word past her unresponsive lips. ‘Hard to deny. No, not deny. Speak, because it isn’t true.’

“Shhh, you’re secret’s safe with me,” Cindy assured her ignoring Anisidora’s protest. “You’re safe with me. There’s no threat here, no reason not to give in to what you want and submit.”

The words sounded so nice. Safe, no threat: “Give in to what you want.” What could be wrong with that? ‘What is wrong with that?’ Anisidora wondered. A little more tension dissolved like sugar in water, and it tasted just as sweet. ‘I can’t-she’s not... human, remember? She’s doing something to you. Cindy is doing this to you.’

“And you are giving in,” Cindy asserted, throwing Sarah’s struggling mind for a loop. “You know resisting draws this out and makes the surrender more intense. That’s why you fight so hard, because you want to savor your defeat.”

Her mind couldn’t help but ponder those words. ‘Is it true? She’s so insistent, and I am losing ...’ As if simply thinking it was enough to make it true, Sarah felt herself slipping. ‘No, stop that. Don’t think, fight! Don’t think, fight! Don’t think, fight!’

The words helped. They helped a lot, driving Cindy’s presence back. “Don’t think, fight!” Saying it out loud was even better. Saying meant she spent less of her attention on hearing Cindy’s words. “Don’t think, fight!” the businesswoman whispered to herself.

“I can help you with not thinking,” Cindy tried. “I can make it so you can stop thinking whenever you want. Or I want.” Anisidora hardly paid any attention to the words. ‘Don’t think, fight!’ They were simply noise. “Oh, don’t be like that.”

“Don’t think, fight! Don’t think, fight! Don’t think, fight!”

Her words were met by silence. “Don’t think, fight!” Time stretched on as Anisidora clung to those words like a life-preserver. Nothing changed, she wasn’t slipping anymore. The light still pressed on her but Anisidora wasn’t afraid anymore as she let her own mantra fill her mind.

“Don’t think ...” The light flared up, distracting Anisidora. Collecting herself, she picked up where she left off. “Fight! Don’t think,” she started, only to be interrupted by another pulse that derailed all thought. And another. ‘Where was I?’ she wondered. ‘Oh yes.’ “Don’t think.” Flash. “Don’t fi...” No, that was wrong. “Think.” Yes, that was it. “Don’t think.” Pulse. “Don’t think.” Flash. “Don’t think. Don’t think.”

The light pulsed in time with her mantra. “Don’t think.” She felt as if she’d forgotten something. “Don’t think.” But she couldn’t remember, because that required thought. “Don’t think,” Anisidora reminded herself. The light wrapped around her, flowed deeper into her. ‘Don’t think. Relax. Don’t think.’ Sarah did as she was told.

“Oooooh,” she moaned as the light filled her up. Her mind became an empty, bright, blue expanse. And it felt good. Relaxing into her chair Sarah floated about. Not a single thought to distract her from this wonderful feeling.

“Stand up.”

The thought puzzled Sarah for a moment even as her body tensed and lifted itself out of her chair. She wasn’t supposed to have thoughts. Then she realized it hadn’t been her doing the thinking, it had come from the outside. ‘Cindy.’

“You can’t think.”

Sarah blanked again. She couldn’t think.

“I will think for you. My words will be your thoughts.”

Cindy’s words would be Sarah’s thoughts. Something sliced through the air and her clothes, barely missing her skin. Her suit, her expensive underwear, it all fell to the floor in pieces, leaving her standing naked in the cool air. The businesswoman didn’t feel the loss, paid no heed to the embarrassment of standing in her office without a stitch on. Cindy hadn’t said she should. All Sarah felt was the peace of emptiness.

“You want to submit to me. It is your greatest desire, your hottest fantasy. Now tell me, what’s the most humiliating act that you could commit, the one that would clinch it for you?”

The ideas bubbled up, plastering her mind with images and firming her nipples into diamond-hard bullets. Squirming, Sarah told Cindy what she wanted.

Miss Anisidora blinked and looked around, her mind felt so sluggish. ‘I’m in my office ... Why? What happened ... before?’ A frown creased her forehead as she looked down. ‘I’m naked?!’ A hand moved down and gingerly dipped between her legs. A shudder forced her eyes to close. ‘And wet. What happened?’ the businesswoman wondered again.

A pair of hands slid around her waist from behind and pulled her back to rest against pillowy breasts. “I found what you needed,” a woman breathed into her left ear.

“Who?” Her memory finally started to come back again allowing her to put a name to the voice. “Cindy?” And then she remembered, the interview, Cindy undressing, changing, her eyes shining with an inner light. It shone so brightly, entering her, touching her deep inside.

Her hips jerked back on their own as the memory of the light reached into her and stroked her pussy. Her ass bumped into something long and slick.

‘What’s that?’ Her own mind answered the question. ‘The strap-on, right, I asked for it... or did Cindy? We talked about it, I’m sure of that. I told her where it was. I told her my ultimate fantasy was having my butt fucked, that it was the best way to show what a bottom I am...’

Sarah frowned as something in that thought didn’t sit right. ‘But ... I’ve always been on top. I take the lead in my relationships; it’s my lovers who submit to me!’

A wordless gasp escaped her lips when the strap-on slid down and between her cheeks. It was a simple design, a series of large rubber beads strung together on a semi-flexible rod. Not as big as some of the toys Sarah had used, but those hadn’t been used on her. This one would.

The knowledge sent a shiver up her spine. ‘No, focus!’ the businesswoman scolded herself. ‘This isn’t like me.’ Cindy’s hands traveled upward to cup her breasts unleashing two bolts of pleasure that speared Sarah’s mind in place. “Ooooh!”

Not resisting in the least, she let the other woman lead her forward until she was leaning over the desk. “Look down,” Cindy instructed. ‘This isn’t me.’ The thought wasn’t so firm this time.

Doing as she was told Sarah noticed the clamps connected by a chain lying on her desk. Those hadn’t been there before. “I-I’m not, are those for me?” she stammered. This was so unreal. ‘This isn’t me,’ she protested again but the excitement rolling around her stomach gave lie to that.

Her eyes were fixed on the toy as if it were a snake trying to hypnotize her. “You asked for them,” Cindy reminded her.

‘I, I remember. I told her. Why did I tell her all of this?’

“Put them on,” the otherworldly woman instructed her still playing with her tits, tweaking her nipples in preparation for exactly that.

Her hands moved on their own, reaching down and picking the clamps up. They shook from anticipation or fear, Sarah didn’t know-probably both. Even so, she went about fastening them with practiced ease. It had just never been her own tits that had gotten this kind of attention before. ‘Why am I doing this?’ The first clamp pinching on her nipple answered it.

Hot humiliation melted her insides and sent a steady trickle of arousal down her thigh. ‘Why didn’t I do this before?’ The second clamp only deepened the sensation. Cindy didn’t tell her to and Sarah couldn’t remember talking about it before, but it felt so natural to take the chain and put it between her lips.

‘I silenced myself.’ The thought was actually more delicious than the pull on her nips. Her neck stretched putting more force on them giving an edge to the steady drip of pleasure still flowing through her body.

Unresisting, Sarah let herself be pushed down all the way until her stomach rested on the desk and her ass was thrust up as a perfect target for Cindy’s strap-on. Mason’s hands pried her cheeks apart before sawing the oiled dildo along Sarah’s crack, teasing and lubricating the businesswoman in equal measure.

‘Please, please, please, please,’ she begged. With the chain still secure between her lips the pleas remained silent, bouncing around inside her head as they drilled home who had the power. Sarah didn’t even really know if she was begging for Mason not do it, or to stop teasing her and finally plunge in.

She could let go of the chain, free her mouth and say something, tell Miss Mason this wasn’t her, use her unrestrained hands to push off and force Miss Mason away. She could fight, but she so wanted to lose.

Her hands slid over the desk and hooked around the edge of the desk, her legs slid apart in invitation. ‘Please, please, please.’

Miss Mason heard her. Not saying a word she slid into Sarah, steadily pushing the strap-on past her sphincter and up her butt while holding Sarah’s hips steady with her own hands. There was some discomfort but no real pain, the intruder was too slim and slick for that. Even when Miss Mason’s hips hit her ass Sarah just felt full. “Ungh!” Her teeth bit down on the chain as her body lit up. The way Miss Mason had simply taken her without warning or permission hit her right between her legs.

“You’re mine,” Miss Mason stated, a soft growl coloring her words. Not bothering to wait for a reply she drew the strap-on out as slowly as she’d stuffed it in. The pale woman stopped with only the last bead still inside of her, then pushed it back in a tad faster. In and out, faster and faster.

Breathing hard and fast through her nose, she laid there as the tips of Miss Mason’s swaying breasts occasionally scraped the sweat of Sarah’s back. A puddle started to form on the rim of the desk.

‘She’s fucking me.’ Sarah’s pussy fluttered. ‘She’s fucking my ass.’ The office smelled of sex, setting her lungs on fire. ‘Miss Mason is fucking my slutty butt.’ The ecstasy rolling through her body was too long and deep to call it a climax. It kept going as the strap-on thrust in and out of her ass, Miss Mason’s skin slapping against her butt, making it sound like she was spanking Sarah at the same time.

Gurgling, her eyes rolled up as the image seared itself into her brain. She had a new fantasy now. ‘Yes, punish me. I’ve been a bad girl. Oh fuck!’

Sarah felt it slipping away. The doubt, still there if distant, that this wasn’t her, that this wasn’t her ultimate fantasy. That doubt was drowning in the bliss of being Miss Mason’s fucktoy. Sarah didn’t remember exactly when she’d started thinking of her as Miss Mason, but it was the only name she could recall now. No other would fit. She wasn’t breaking, she was melting, and it felt fantastic.

Without warning, Miss Mason pulled out completely and backed off, leaving Sarah empty and bewildered. A whine escaped her lips before she looked back to see where Miss Mason had gone. Looking past her still upthrust butt she saw the pale form of Miss Mason sit down in what used to be Sarah’s chair. It stopped being that the moment Miss Mason sat down. Then, it became her chair.

The strap-on jutted up from the leather bikini-bottom it was attached to, the overhead lights reflecting off the oil still coating it. Giving her a toothy smile, Miss Mason beckoned Sarah to come over with a finger. “I’ve done enough work; time for you to do some,” she told Sarah before that finger started to lazily circle one of her pink aureoles.

With the chain of her nipple clamps still in her mouth, Sarah started to walk towards her on shaky legs. It hadn’t even entered her mind not to come. Her gaze kept switching from Miss Mason’s eyes to her big tits: hard and soft, one making her weak and the other making her hungry.

When she was only a step away from Miss Mason, she stopped. A small part of Sarah was thinking of resisting, of telling Miss Mason that she couldn’t do this. But that wasn’t why she’d stopped. She’d done it because she wanted to be ordered.

Raising her arms up, Sarah locked her fingers behind her head and parted her legs a little. She knew exactly how it looked; she’d made more than a few of her previous lovers assume this position. The knowledge was enough to set off a mini-climax. Her body trembled, but she held her pose.

Her heart was racing, but her mind was still, waiting. Miss Mason lifted her left leg up and let her strange-looking foot travel up Sarah’s thigh. It looked cloven, but there was nothing hard about it. Silky-smooth and soft, it brushed against the bottom of her cleft. For a moment, she entertained the wild hope that it would travel just a tad higher. That Miss Mason would slip it in and graciously allow Sarah to fuck herself on it, to cum all over Miss Mason’s foot so she could lick it up afterwards.

Sarah’s hips bucked, cum spattered the appendage, but she held on. ‘I came from just thinking of it.’ The thought was so embarrassing. And Miss Mason had seen it; that thought made the humiliation all the hotter.

The foot retreated. “I’m glad to see you embracing your new perspective so eagerly. I think it’s time we seal the deal. And I like the idea of you taking an active part in your own undoing, of you taking that last step into the abyss. Turn around,” Miss Mason ordered.

The words didn’t fit right. Sarah didn’t obey right away, instead she stood there as she tried to puzzle out their meaning. But it was hard to think. Every breath she took filled her with the smell of sex and her own sweat, and, underneath it, a hint of Miss Mason. What her scent was, Sarah couldn’t tell, but it made the sexual haze wetting every thought thicker and thicker.

‘Seal the deal, my own undoing? That’s right, she came in for a job. She talked about an offer ... What’s going on?’ A frown creased her brow. ‘Miss Mason doesn’t look human. Is she doing something to me? It’s so hard to remember, why can’t I remember?’

Miss Mason frowned too. “Sarah, turn around and fuck yourself on the strap-on.”

That simple sentence was enough to derail Sarah’s laborious thoughts. The unanswered questions fled her mind as it was filled with images of her doing what Miss Mason had just told her to do.

Her eyes locked onto the strap-on. Her asshole suddenly felt so achingly empty. Her hands moved down, one pulling her cheeks apart so she could push some fingers into her rosebud. They slipped right in thanks to the lubrication earlier from Miss Mason’s strap-on.

But it wasn’t Miss Mason’s strap-on, it wasn’t enough. The emptiness became an itch scratching at her mind. She had said it would be her undoing, but Sarah didn’t care. With a muffled whine she removed her fingers and turned around. Carelessly she backed up and impaled herself on the dildo, bottoming out in a single push.

Her head shot up as the strap-on filled her, her breath exploding out at the shock. Her butt might have gotten used to the invader before, but in her need she’d forgotten to work it in this time. Pain blossomed, squeezing tears from her eyes.

Cooing, Miss Mason swung her tail around so its tip rested on Sarah’s clit. “There, there.” The fleshy arrowhead teased the hood up, exposing that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Sarah inhaled in surprise as the tail flicked her clitoris. Pleasure, thick and sharp, made her forget her discomfort. There was only this. Supported by Miss Mason, she pulled her legs up until she was squatting on the chair, which creaked loudly at having to support both their weight now.

Without prompting, she started to vigorously hump the dildo, Miss Mason’s tail rising and falling along with her without ever missing a beat.

‘This my fantasy. I’m living it. I’m doing it.’ Her jaw couldn’t hold the chain anymore and it fell out of her mouth. It swung free in the air as she went up and down on the toy.

Miss Mason spoke, but most of it was meaningless noise: money, job, babble. All Sarah caught was the offer; to never let this end if only she would surrender her will. All she had to do, was submit to Cin.

“Yes, that’s it, fuck me, fuck my asshole. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Sarah babbled. “Fuck your slut, Miss Mason! Make me yours, own me!” Somewhere in there was consent.

“Gladly.” Unlike Sarah, she didn’t shout. Yet somehow that one word broke through the erotic fever that had gripped her. For a single moment Sarah saw the situation crystal clear. She was sitting in the lap of a creature that only looked humanish, naked in her own office and happily fucking her own butt for the pale woman, with clamps pinching her nipples while begging to be owned. The image was as alien as Miss Mason’s appearance. Sarah was sure she had never dreamed of doing this. Yet now, the mental picture alone set off fireworks in her.

A wet tongue with a sharp tip drew a line of fire along Sarah’s spine. She had time to gasp, barely, before the world exploded.

She sat frozen in Miss Mason’s lap, her mouth wide open in a silent scream as her eyes rolled up until only their whites were visible.

She was slamming up and down on the dildo, twisting her nipples cruelly as Miss Mason’s tail fucked her pussy. Cum squirted out in an arc, drenching Miss Mason’s tail, Her chair, everything.

Miss Mason was humping Sarah’s face as she knelt there in the store. All her employees were there, watching, cheering, playing with themselves as She showed what a slut their boss was.

Bodies writhed against her, hot and slick with sweat. Sighs, squeals, and moans filled her ears as Sarah laved the shaved pussy beneath her with attention even as two mouths suckled on her tits. But this show wasn’t enough. Lifting the girl’s legs up to expose her butt, she tilted her head out of the way of the camera and extended her tongue to tease the blonde’s rosebud. Sarah hoped She caught it all. ‘I’m ready for my close-up.’

Hanging in a lattice-work of ropes a blindfolded Sarah waited for the next customer that wanted to try out a product. What would it be this time? Would Miss Mason recommend they try the rabbit, the clamps, or perhaps some anal beads? “Open wide,” Miss Mason purred. The ball gag fit snugly, the taste of rubber filled her mouth. “Doesn’t she look absolutely controlled?” A line of drool slid down Sarah’s chin.

Kneeling beside the door, her hands shackled to her legs to keep her in a bowing position, Sarah waited. Two vibrating dildos were lodged deep in her pussy and ass keeping her on the threshold. The bell rang; feet encased in delicate heels entered her view. “Welcome to Pandora’s Box.” The feet moved on; the customer ignored her as the furniture she was. Sarah came silently, waiting for the woman to come back so she could thank her for shopping here.

Sarah had no idea which of those were real and which were just in her head. Maybe none of them were. She didn’t care. She was ascending into heaven on a pillar of bliss.

“Maybe I went a little overboard,” Cin mused, trailing a finger up the silvery markings now covering Sarah’s spine from her tailbone up to her shoulder blades. The woman murmured a little at Cin’s touch, but didn’t wake up. She simply lay there on the desk where Cin had put her after she’d marked her.

Finally, Sarah started to come to. The nude woman rolled over and tried to get up, but relented after the lightest of pressure from Cin’s hand. Her brown eyes never looked away. “Good, you’re finally awake. I can start tomorrow.”

Sarah looked confused. “What do you mean?” Her voice was soft; the same softness that shone in her eyes.

‘I really hope I didn’t break her. Getting a job here won’t do me any good if Sarah’s no longer capable of running the company.’

“Don’t you remember? You were offering a job and I wanted it.”

Her confusion only deepened. “But ... I’m yours now. Completely,” she assured Cin-as if there was any doubt of that.

Smiling, the raven-haired hybrid shook her head. “I know silly, but I need work and you need someone to man the store here. That was the agreement we made. I get the job and in return you get to be owned by me, body and soul,” Cin finished with a finger caressing Sarah’s cheek.

“Oh.”

“I do own you, don’t I? You can feel my mark on your back? My essence guiding yours?”

“I- Yessss.” Sarah bit her lower lip, her breathing accelerated. “I’m yours, Mistress.”

“Ah, better not use that. People might wonder why my boss calls me that and I don’t want any unwanted attention.”

“Ah, of course ... Miss Mason?” she tried.

Cin mulled that one over. ‘Innocuous enough. It is my name and sounds perfectly polite. And it’s respectful too. After all, it is important to keep a certain distance between yourself and your subordinate.’ The thought conjured a smile on her face.

Hopping onto the desk Cin placed her knees on either side of Sarah’s head. “That will do. Now, I’ve enjoyed taking you, but my poor pussy’s been crying for attention the entire time. So why don’t you start showing it some?”

She didn’t wait for a response but simply lowered herself. Not that Sarah complained. Her tongue met Cin’s snatch even before the hybrid’s butt came to rest on her heels. Her first orgasm only took a single swipe of the supple organ, but Cin wasn’t finished and Sarah sensed it. Her tongue didn’t falter in its enthusiastic assault, probing deeper now: ‘Best boss ever.’