Taken For a Spin
By Voyager65
Chapter 5
I spent the next several weeks laying low. The bike sat unused in the garage with a makeshift Faraday cage around it, just in case. I wasn’t particularly worried after the first week passed. If MKU were going to find me, I’d have already been killed or worse by now.
During the last three weeks, I decided to quit my job. I no longer felt guilty living off of old family money. I have done far worse things recently, and I have no intention of stopping. Besides, I’ve had my hands full with Amy and Ira. Especially Ira…
Ira’s personality has really come together. Everything she does is done in a way to please me as much as possible. She dresses exclusively in sexy club wear or lingerie, if anything at all, and she attends to my every need. She’s quite literally the perfect slave, girlfriend, companion, or whatever else I need whenever I need her. The only one of my desires she cannot sate is my strong urge to add to my little harem. Brainwashing women on the bike has become an obsession. Every attractive girl I see, my mind pictures her on the bike, soaking up my commands.
This desire has led Ira, Amy, and I to devise a plan for safe expansion.
Step one involved liquifying some of my assets and untraceably transferring them to Amy’s account. Step two was using Amy to purchase a nice office space in the suburbs of a larger city. Amy was used because she wouldn’t raise any flags if MKU skimmed county appraisal district tax rolls for my name in the future. Step 3 was moving to the new office space and setting it up as a gym, living space, and of course, brainwashing space.
Steps 1-2 are complete, and three is in progress. I purchased a nice 6000 sq ft 2-story office building in the suburbs of Dallas, TX. The best part is it’s right near a large university where there are sure to be plenty of attractive women around.
At the moment, a speedy but expensive remodeling crew is finishing up modifications to the building. A small coffee/smoothie shop was built just off the main lobby to encourage college students to hang out. The walls were taken down to create an open gym floor. The top floor was renovated into a nice large living area with plenty of room. The last item that the crew is currently working on is the “safe room.” The safe room was going to be the brainwashing room. I specified a 20′×20′ solid concrete room with a loft. It will have a door on the lower level with a biometric lock on both sides and a secret locked door at the upper loft level. It will take some work to make it look like a welcoming private gym training room, but the security will be worth it.
The interior decorators are already working on furnishing the completed building sections. I plan to handle the safe room myself since I don’t want too many people to see it. I figured I’d have the bottom floor just look like a welcoming gym room with the MC1000 dead center in the room. Then upstairs, hidden from direct sight, would be a bed and other useful furnishings to test out my special… clients.
Regardless of the specifics, the living space would be ready for my girls and me to move in by the time we arrived. The facility will be prepared for a soft opening once I hire someone to run the coffee shop and a few gym staff. I already had job ads posted to the nearby university’s online classifieds.
I walked into the living room where Ira was sitting on the couch wearing nothing but a black strappy lingerie that covered neither her nipples nor her pussy. She smiled cutely at me when she saw me and subtly turned he body towards me.
“Hi there, sexy,” I said to her. “Still nothing?”
“Still nothing, master,” she replied softly. “I guess they didn’t make it. It should have aired by now.”
Every day since the liberation of Triple D, Ira and I checked the news for any sign of a story about MKU or the bike. After two months of waiting, we were pretty confident there wouldn’t be any story aired.
“Yeah,” I nodded in resignation, “my guess is they either got captured before they could deliver the bike, or the journalist just discounted them as lunatics. Either way, your old friends are almost certainly captured now. That journalist better watch his back because MKU will want that bike back.”
“They aren’t really my old friends anyway!” Ira replied, unfazed. “I can barely remember back to when I was Laura anymore.”
After a few months of constant personality adjustments, it didn’t surprise me that she was losing her connection to her old self. It was undoubtedly hot, though.
“Well, I, for one, much prefer who you are now.” I punctuated my statement with a grope of her tits and a quick kiss. “I’m going to start packing up my stuff. Call Amy and have her rent a moving truck. I say we make the move tomorrow.”
She replied with a “ yes, master,” and immediately called Amy, who was packing her belongings too.
Most of my stuff was already packed. I planned to leave all my furniture and decor behind to start fresh. I was taking only a handful of personal items like my computer, a few collectibles, some clothes, and of course, all of my stolen MKU goodies.
Speaking of the MKU goodies, I hadn’t touched any of them since the “liberation” of Triple D. I didn’t want the temptation of the devices to distract me from playing it safe for a couple of months. It felt safe enough to look more closely now since I would be leaving tomorrow.
I put the manual aside; I’d definitely be reading it during the multi-day drive to Dallas while the girls were driving me. Instead, I laid out all of the accessories I had stolen. The MC-x tablet was the most intriguing, but I really didn’t trust it. I’d give it a try in the new gym. The safe room had ¼″ spacing steel mesh embedded in the walls to entirely block signals up to 5 GHz and considerably lessen the strength of other frequencies above.
On the other hand, The little pill-shaped vibrator definitely wasn’t large enough to hide a transmitter. It was small and unassuming enough to fit in a pocket and pass it off as some sort of futuristic zippo lighter. The short instruction booklet for it mainly listed specifications and a few warnings. It was meant to be used with the MC-x tablet as a portable version of the sexercise bike’s functions.
The vibrator was made of titanium on one end and transitioned to an insulated rubber grip on the other. The operator is supposed to hold the insulated side while the titanium side is meant to be placed as close as possible to the target’s pussy.
The instructions warned that the power of the device was limited. I could only operate once per full charge. It was designed to achieve an AQI of at least 100% in 4 minutes through two thin layers of clothing like shorts and a pair of panties. The maximum operation duration was specified as 5 minutes. The instructions warned that brainwashing functions weren’t possible without using the MC-x tablet. The device would subdue a target for 5 minutes and trigger the AQI side effects of arousal and submission, but the target would not accept verbal commands and would remember everything.
“Well, this doesn’t seem very useful,” I said with disappointment. “If the girl is wearing clothes, I’d have to hold the vibrator to her crotch with one hand and hold the tablet with the other. Then at best, I’ll get 60 seconds to program her before I’m out of battery.”
Despite my disappointment, I still decided to charge up the little titanium pill to keep in my pocket just In case.
The next morning came fast. My body ached from spending an entire day packing up the rental truck. The girls and we’re too exhausted to have any fun for the first time since I brainwashed them. It doesn’t matter who you are or how deeply brainwashed you are… moving always sucks! The girls knew not to bother me too much. They could tell I was running through every possible occurrence that could happen on the 24-hour drive to Texas. My biggest concern was the bike getting stolen. So I decided we’d take turns driving and make it without stopping for hotels. The other problem was the police. Crashing or getting pulled over could be very bad. I knew MKU worked with the government, and I didn’t want to find out how deep their roots were. Better safe than sorry, I figured.
We all dressed comfortably, had a quick coffee, and piled into the cramped single-row cab-over truck.
I had expected the trip would be quite enjoyable with my two oversexed, brainwashed girlfriends, but I don’t think any of them knew just how awful it would be. The cab-over truck was governed at 65mph, which meant we were constantly being passed and hindering traffic. I had white knuckles the entire drive, even when the girls were at the controls. We wouldn’t get speeding tickets, but I was terrified of getting rear-ended and having my cargo strewn about the highway.
The girls were clearly feeling the arousal from their AQI and brainwashing, but we all knew fooling around in the cramped and extremely bouncy truck wasn’t a great idea. Still, I was thrilled watching them suppress moans and fight to avoid touching their wet pussies whenever I “accidentally” brushed against their bodies.
After over a day of non-stop brutal driving conditions, we finally reached our destination. My new ‘gym’ was in an even better location than the aerial photos and sale posts portrayed. There were dozens of attractive college girls walking home from campus using the sidewalk in front of my building. I knew the building was close to some of the off-campus student apartments, but what I didn’t realize was how close it was to several sorority houses.
Ira noticed my gaze following a group of backpack-laden coeds, “Master,” she said with a sparkle in her eyes, “I think we are going to be very, very busy soon.
We got settled in pretty well that afternoon. For the most part, we didn’t bring any sizable belongings. Most of my stuff was easily transferred and stored in the upper floor living spaces and garage. The girls didn’t have any need to bring their belongings. Ira technically didn’t own anything, and Amy was pretty easily convinced that she didn’t need anything but clothes and toiletries. The only significant thing we had to move in was the bike, and thankfully that went smoothly, and we kept it entirely out of sight of any onlookers.
We may have packed light, but that didn’t mean we were living poorly. The building looked fantastic. The bottom floor was airy, with tall ceilings and exposed insulated I-beams and columns. The exterior walls had been updated to a modern aesthetic with large windows and silver accents. The main entrance had a small lobby with a front desk that would need a receptionist. On the other side of the lobby was the cozy coffee shop. The coffee shop had a more subdued aesthetic than the main gym, with its dark accents and comfortable furnishings. I would need to hire a cashier and a barista to run it well if it got as busy as I felt it would.
The gym was spread out nicely with a wide range of decent equipment. I didn’t want any “smart” equipment or internet-of-things in my building. Too many things could go wrong, and I don’t trust the security aspect, especially with the skeletons in my closet.
There is one last door in the lobby; it is only accessible by keycard. It leads to a hallway with access to several decoy private gym rooms. The safe room and access to the stairway to the top floor are both behind secure doors at the end of the hallway. The safe room had a hidden biometric hand scanner built into the wall beside the door. It also had a keycard scanner as a second line of defense and a decoy to the primary locking mechanism. To begin with, I only programmed the scanner with my handprint, but I planned to give some of my girls access once I felt more comfortable.
The safe room wasn’t decorated or furnished yet. It still smelled of fresh concrete, a pungent earthy smell. The room was imposing with its monolithic dark grey concrete walls, floor, and ceiling. The only other color in the entire two-story dungeon was the black of the spiral stairs to the loft and the centerpiece of the whole gym, the sexercise bike. Even Amy and Ira looked uncomfortable in the imposing room. The first order of business would be to get some paint up and decorate it.
Our footsteps echoed as we made our way up to the loft area. On the far end was a bookshelf that hid a secret door to the upper-level living area. It also had a hidden biometric lock to unlock the sliding bookshelf and reveal the doorway. The loft was bare concrete with black metal railings. I planned to put down some flooring, a bed, and other special furnishings.
After unlocking the bookshelf, I led the girls to our new home. The secret door opened up into the large closet in the master bedroom. I wanted the door out of sight but quickly accessible. The master bedroom was nicely furnished with a big 4-poster bed and various other wooden pieces. The decorations weren’t what I would have chosen, but they were undoubtedly appealing to the average Southern housewife. Likely that’s the metric most southern interior decorators work off of.
The rest of the place was reasonably nice. A lot of compromises had to be made on furniture, cabinets, and other material due to the rapid renovation schedule. I wasn’t too terribly concerned. I had much prettier things to look at and keep me busy.
I spent a week letting my online job ads fill up with resumes while I worked on the finishing touches to the gym. The “training dungeon,” as we began calling it, was complete after much grueling work. We painted the concrete walls to match the scheme of the rest of the gym, epoxied the floor, and hung large mirrors on the walls. After moving some assorted workout equipment and yoga mats in there, it looked like a legitimate private training room… albeit with solid steel doors and high-security entry. The loft also came out nicely, and I intend to spend a lot of time working out some kinks there… so to speak.
With all the preparation work finally completed, I gave Amy the go-ahead to call my carefully selected candidates for employment. With the bike’s power, I didn’t care too much about qualifications. I could make anyone be good at their job and devote themselves to continuously improving. That is except for one position. I needed a qualified personal trainer/fitness instructor to run the gym floor.
Erica Shawver will be filling that role. She had already come by after I offered her a salary she couldn’t refuse. I stole her from a popular gym in a nearby suburb. Erica is in her mid-30s, very tall, and very muscular. She’s not at all my type, which is why she is a great fit. In her interview, I had her ride the bike as slowly as possible and simply commanded her to be the best fitness director she could, ensure her secrecy, ensure her obliviousness to unusual occurrences, always defer to my judgment, and of course, accept a slight pay cut. Her AQI was right at 100%, so she seemed mostly normal after she was off the bike for a few minutes.
The other employees would be much more fun. I needed two baristas, a maid, and another receptionist/office assistant. The barista job received dozens of applications even after narrowing the list down to college girls. After finding their social media profiles, one really stood out.
Kara Lee walked through the large glass doors right on time. She looked hot, and she knew it. She had an aura of confidence around her, the kind someone gets when they make thousands of dollars sharing risqué photos of themselves on the internet. She was petite but stacked. Her hair was dyed a deep shade of fuchsia with slight ombré quality. It worked for her and probably helped make some bank with the anime crowd on her… fan page.
“You must be David,” she stated and held out her hand. “I’m Kara!”
“Nice to meet you, Kara,” I said As I shook her smooth and pale hand. She was dressed rather casually for a job interview. She had a pair of mint green pants coupled with a black tank top. Both showed her figure well, and I took a lot of control not to admire it.
“Follow me to the coffee shop, and we can talk while I show you around.”
I led her through the doors into the quiet, dim atmosphere of the empty shop. “So, this is where you would be working,” I said while leading her around the shop. “I’m planning to start with a simple menu of reasonably priced coffees, lattes, and teas. If that works out well, we will look into expanding to more options like smoothies, protein shakes, and such.”
Kara strode straight to behind the bar and started looking closely at all the equipment. “This will work,” she said nonchalantly. “It’s not as high quality as what we had when I worked at Starbrews, but usable.”
“That’s right! I saw on your resume that you worked as an assistant barista a couple of years ago.”
“Yeah, but I basically did all the work, “she said with a hint of venom. “I worked there a year and then got into… photography, and I’m making more money than any of those people at Starbrews.”
I quickly caught the vibe that this girl was quite conceited and almost certainly unhireable without some tweaks to her… personality.
“So why do you want to work here?” I asked.
“Your pay rate is actually close to what I’m worth as an employee… for once.”
The pay rate was set solely to attract a lot of resumes. I listed the pay rate over 200% above the industry standard for all available positions. I could clearly tell this girl wasn’t worth anywhere near the pay rate, or the industry standard rate for that matter.
“Yes, I set a competitive pay rate, but I will expect as close to possible to 40 hours a week in work time,” I replied pointedly just to gauge her reaction. “I know that’s a lot for a student, but the pay and benefits will make it worthwhile. I will also allow you to study any time you have downtime.”
She paused for a minute as if trying to formulate an ambiguous response that would still get her the job. I wasn’t surprised when my instinct was correct.
“Yeah, I’m only taking 9 hours this semester. I should be able to handle that most weeks.”
With that out of the way, I went through the motions of showing her the rest of the gym. I felt butterflies in my stomach like a kid in school again about to ask a crush out. Only this time, this wasn’t a crush. Nervous anticipation is an invigorating feeling. It’s like standing on a tightrope between fearful anxiety and pure giddiness. Fight and flight combined with excitement really makes the mind sharp and gets the blood pumping.
I struggled to keep a slow pace as I led her to the private training rooms. I surreptitiously touched the hidden biometric scanner and opened the door for Kara.
Kara strode through the door confidently, and the door to her past life crisply shut and locked behind us with a dull clink.
“This here is my favorite room in the building,” I informed Kara as she admired the huge mirrors and spiral staircase. “This is a private fitness room that employees will have access to. We will occasionally use it for VIP clients too.”
“It smells like dirt in here,” she said nonchalantly. “But, I could see myself using this.”
I refrained from rolling my eyes at the rude girl. I wanted to inform her that concrete is mostly sand and gravel… so dirt, but I just kept my smile on. Her attitude would be better soon.
Without waiting for my response, she headed straight for the spiral staircase. “Before we go up there, take a look at this bike. This is state of the art; pretty much only celebrities have these so far,” I attempted to appeal to her vanity. “Give it a try, and you’ll see why it costs more than a house.”
She let out a harumph, but I could tell she was hooked. She ran her fingers along the titanium silhouette of the bike and then hopped up on it like she owned it.
“It definitely looks nice,” she said as she struggled to find a comfortable seating position, “but what makes it so special?”
I stepped alongside her and pointed to the screen. “Just look closely at this screen and pedal as quickly as you can. I don’t want to spoil the surprise!”
She started off pedaling, and I knew immediately that something wasn’t quite right. She didn’t react with sudden pleasurable shock when she first started pedaling. I knew I had set the bike up beforehand. The arousal and mind control settings were activated.
I looked down and realized her pants were a particularly thick material. Her movement was restricted, and I’m sure the insulative properties of the canvas-like material weren’t helping the effectiveness of the bike.
“Oh… Oh wow,” She gasped. “This bike does feel mmm very uh unique, and the spirals on the screen… so pretty! I need to pedal faster, I think.”
I hazarded a glance at the bike’s screen. The spirals almost drew me in. In a split second, I felt myself pulled towards them. They were so bright… so intriguing… I pulled my eyes away from the screen quickly and shook my head clear. It seemed the bike was trying to compensate for the barrier between her and the seat with more potent hypnotic visuals.
I lowered the pedal resistance to a minimum and smiled as her determined gaze faded slowly closer to vacant and blissful.
Beep beep… beep beep! The bike began emitting a high-pitched tone in sequence. I could still see spirals reflected in Kara’s pale skin, so I wouldn’t risk rechecking the screen. It sounded like an error code to me, though.
Kara looked about halfway as blissed out as the other girls I’d had on the bike. It was clearly working, maybe not enough, though.
I jogged up the spiral staircase to the loft. I had my instruction booklet hidden there. The whirr of the bike wheels did not change, so I was not worried yet.
I flipped to the troubleshooting section and found audible alarms listed. The appropriate section read:
Indication — 2 rapid beeps followed by a long pause.
Problem — Subject’s Acquisition Response is below the minimum expected for convergence to 100% AQI.
Cause — this alert is generally too high of a pedal resistance being set. It is also commonly caused by excessive obstruction between the subject’s vulva and the seat. On rare occasions, insufficient vaginal lubrication may cause this condition.
Solutions:
- Lower the pedal resistance setting until the condition clears
- If possible, remove the subject’s clothes and any other obstructions without lifting them off of the seat. Scissors may be used to remove clothing easily. It is recommended to wear electrician’s gloves to avoid high voltage shocks near the seat.
- Pouring water onto the seat and into the subject’s pants will increase electrical stimulation through non-waterproof materials.
- If removal of clothes was impossible in-situ, the subject could be commanded to step off of the bike while maintaining constant eye contact with the main screen. It is imperative that the subject’s eyes never leave the main screen. The user shall also avoid loud noises, sudden movements, and physical contact. The user shall command the subject to slowly remove the offending articles of clothing while keeping eye contact with the screen. Then command the subject to slowly return to pedaling on the bike.
Warning: Do not command the subject to remove any clothing that will block their vision for any amount of time. Tops can be removed only while pedaling on the bike. Any variance from this procedure is against the MKU terms of service and will result in swift penalties.
I had a pair of scissors just for the purpose of cutting clothes off, but cutting off pants would be brutal and likely impossible on Kara while her legs pumped. Panties and short shorts, maybe, but those thick pants, absolutely not.
I didn’t want to leave the room unattended to grab water, which left the risky, but exhilarating option.
Looking down from the loft railing at Kara still pedaling in place, I smirked and said, “Well, it’s not like you can go anywhere, Kara…”
My girls had helped me stock up on lingerie and other sexy clothing to fill the drawers and wardrobe in the loft. We had just gotten it all organized. I quickly grabbed a cute “gym” outfit that would accentuate Kara’s features well.
After returning to Kara, I asked, “Kara, can you hear me?”
“Mmmhmm,” she moaned.
“Good, good. I need you to listen to me and follow my instructions. Can you do that for me”
“Yesssssss,” she sighed.
“Ok, listen carefully. Get off the bike, but keep your eyes on the screen.” I ordered her slowly and deliberately. “Don’t look away, don’t even blink. Once you are off, you will take off your pants and panties without looking away from the screen. Obey if you understand!”
With a groan that almost sounded of annoyance, Kara stopped pedaling and slowly stepped off of the bike. Her head stayed swiveled straight at the screen.
The spirals brightened significantly in my peripheral vision. I took care not to glance their way.
Kara slowly unbuttoned her pants and then grabbed the waistband. She slowly rolled her pants and underwear down along the curve of her creamy white buttocks. She then let go, and they feel to the floor. I could tell she was struggling to find a way to take them the rest of the way off without looking away. The stress was building in her gaze.
Quickly and soothingly, I said, “Good job, now let me help you remove your shoes and pants. Keep your eyes on the screen and just lift your leg when I tell you to, ok?”
“Okay.” She replied with relief and tranquility, slowly returning to her posture.
I gently removed her shoes and pulled off her pants slowly while subtly supporting her weight. Quickly, I grabbed the bottoms I wanted to see her wear. They were thin to the point of being see-through and definitely closer to underwear than workout attire.
As I guided her legs into the bottoms, she slightly lost her balance and then gasped.
“Whaaaa… what’s going…”
“Nothing,” I interrupted while smoothly pulling up her new bottoms and grasping behind her neck below her ears. “Everything is just fine. Look at the bike screen. It explains everything, Kara.”
“But… why…” she sputtered confusedly.
Her resistance against my hands, pointing her head towards the screen, quickly diminished.
“Shhhhh, just relax and watch the pretty lights,” I spoke in a bad copy of a hypnotist tone. “Let me help you get more comfortable. Sit down on the bike for me, Kara.”
“Oh… okay… I can see them closer there.”
“Yes, just get closer and watch the pretty spirals,” I said with relief as she clambered onto the bike.
She just sat there mesmerized without pedaling. I finally realized she needed me to tell her to pedal.
Her legs began pumping rapidly at the minimum resistance level I had set. I could tell the bike was working well this time. Kara’s head tilted back briefly as she let out a loud moan of pleasure. I’m sure her eyes would have stayed rolled back in her overloaded little head if the spirals on the screen didn’t beckon their attention back so forcefully.
“Good girl! keep pedaling faster!” I exclaimed in perverse joy. “Lift your arms for me so I can put on a new top for you to cycle in.”
She lifted her arms, and I quickly yanked off her shirt and bra. I replaced them with a sheer black and pink top that resembled a sports bra but with none of the support. Her tits and erect nipples looked fantastic dressed up for her workout.
The “acquisition” process was where I had the most fun. Something about watching each new girl essentially brainwash themselves using their own muscles just scratched some itch in the dark depths of my mind. That itch is why I’d never be happy just keeping the girls I have and shutting down the bike. I’m smart enough to know it will likely lead to my downfall… but until then…
A particularly powerful orgasm interrupted my musings. She was close to the end; I could feel it. The process was moving incredibly fast for her first time. I figured her AQI would be high, and I was hoping near 200%. I wanted to see a high number partly for science and somewhat since she made me work so hard to brainwash her. I didn’t bother raising the minimum pedal resistance to slow her down. Watching her impressive bust busily bounce under the sheer crop top and the wet spot on her tight bottoms grow more and more was enough reason to keep it fast.
A few seconds later, Kara’s body tensed in a silent exclamation of pleasure, and the bright red screen flashed upon her wide blank eyes.
“Huh, not the usual loud scream from you like most girls at the end,” I thought as I walked up to view the screen.
“Subject acquisition complete! AQ intensity rating 200% (MAX on current mode). Subject ready to accept commands. State the subject’s designation to continue...” was displayed on the green-tinted screen.
“Oh, Kara, it looks like me, and you are going to have some fun, huh?”
“Yes, master, how may I serve you?” She replied monotonically with her programmed response.
“Kara, sweet Kara,” I spoke mockingly, “I think we can find a few ways for you to serve me… but first, I need you to listen to a few commands for me, ok?”
Kara stared blankly ahead and replied in monotone, “Yes, master, I’ll listen.”
I wanted Kara to be a little lab bunny for me. In order to get valuable data, I really needed a control group, but that seemed awfully tedious. A more general experiment would suffice. I decided to carefully word my commands to not alter her arousal or submission levels outside of the alterations from AQI. Now, that didn’t mean I wouldn’t put any fun commands into her pleasure-addled little brain. I just needed to keep my alterations minimal and generalized. My goals were to make her a good worker, make myself the only outlet for her arousal, make her aware that her arousal and submission aren’t normal, and finally, make her unable to seek help, expose me, or run away.
After a few moments of listening to Kara’s rapt breaths, I had planned out my commands. “Kara, you will happily accept the barista job at less than advertised pay when I offer it to you. You will love your job and never quit or miss a shift without permission.
“If I call you in to work, you will come in as soon as possible without raising the suspicions of others.”
“You will forget the bike, and this room exists when you leave it. If I tell you, ‘follow me to the bike, Kara,’ you will obediently and immediately follow me to this room and get on this bike without question.”
“You will always tell the truth when I ask you a question, and you will never feel like my questions are unusual.”
“You will not find anything unusual about me, any of my employees, or any of my companion’s actions or appearances. You will rationalize anything you see as reasonable and ordinary unless I tell you otherwise.”
“You will wear any uniform or abide by any dress code I set without any question or thoughts.”
“When you’re working,” I spoke slowly, “you will mask your physical feelings, personality, and emotions under a facade of what you believe the average employer and customer would perceive as the perfect barista. You will still be yourself under the facade, but outwardly, you’ll be a perfect and happy employee and barista. You will adjust your facade based on any advice I give you while you are working.”
“Any advice or suggestions I give you will seem completely normal and reasonable.”
“You can only break this facade and return to your baseline personality when I say the words ‘it’s break time, Kara.’ When I say the words ‘back to work, Kara,’ your perfect barista facade will instantly take back over.”
“When I tell you, ‘it’s quitting time, Kara,’ or you leave the gym after your shift has ended, a different facade will take over,” I explained. “Under this facade, you will mask your physical feelings, personality, and emotions and act in a way that your friends, family, and acquaintances would regard as normal for you. You will be incapable of disclosing any details that could raise suspicions about you, the gym, myself, my employees, this room, or any of my girlfriends.”
She just kept mindlessly pedaling while I continued to feed her commands. I knew these commands were incredibly wordy, but I felt it was necessary to close as many loopholes as possible. I made a mental note to add them to a macro. With her job and my safety taken care of, it was time for the fun commands.
“You will be aware of any changes to your physical and mental state after getting off of the bike, but you will only be able to outwardly show it when I directly give you permission to drop your facade personality by telling you it’s break time while we are in private.”
“You can masturbate if you want to, but only when it won’t arouse the suspicions of others,” I continued. “You can masturbate and act on your feelings of arousal even when your barista personality is in control as long as you can hide it from everyone but me.”
“When you masturbate, you will only be able to edge yourself. You cannot orgasm unless I am touching you. You will not realize you are edging yourself. You’ll just think you can’t cum without help.”
“You will not have romantic or sexual contact or relationships with anyone but me. If needed, you will make whatever excuses necessary to alleviate the suspicions of others accustomed to this contact or relationship with you.”
”Lastly, you will actively strive to protect me and my business from harm by informing me of any dangers from loopholes in yours or other’s programming or suspicious people in or around the gym.”
“Now wake up and step off of my bike, Kara,” I commanded her with excitement.
Kara slowly began lifting herself off of the bike after slowing her legs. The second she broke contact with the seat, her body fell limp. I thought she fainted. Luckily, I was close enough to catch her, and I lifted her limp form off the bike and laid her gently onto the soft, padded floor.
Taking a closer look, I realized she didn’t technically faint. Her eyes were open but unfocused, and she responded to the touch of my hands with strained moans between her rapid breaths. Her bare feet and legs twitched arrhythmically.
“Can you hear me, Kara?” I asked. She didn’t respond verbally, but she weakly nodded her head as her eyes struggled to focus in the direction of my voice.
I figured the temporary aphrodisiac booster at 200% AQI would be pretty brutal, especially when coupled with exhaustion from the intense pedaling. The exhausted girl would probably need a few moments to recover before going further.
On a whim, I decided to try a trigger phrase I implanted. “Back to work, Kara!” I commanded.
The previously immobile girl instantly jumped up, which caused me to yelp in fright involuntarily. I quickly stood up and met her eyes. To my relief, her face bore a genuine pleasant smile. If it weren’t for her rapid breathing, painfully erect nipples, and the obvious wet spot on her bottoms, I’d have no idea this was the same girl twitching in extreme arousal seconds ago.
“I’m sorry, sir!” She exclaimed in a bright, bubbly tone. “I did not mean to startle you. I’m just so excited you’re considering me for the opportunity to work here!”
“This is wild!” I said in disbelief.” A few seconds ago, you were… You know what? Never mind. The job is yours if you’ll take 50% of the pay I advertised. You don’t have the experience I sought, but I think you’ll be easy to train.”
“Oh my gosh! I’ll take whatever you think is right,” she said while bouncing on her heels. “I promise I’ll be a model employee for you, sir!”
I smiled and watched her barely supported tits bounce along with her. She definitely noticed my gaze, but she just kept smiling and bouncing until I looked away. Whether she continued because of her subconscious arousal or because that’s what a perfect employee would do by her definition was beyond me.
“Alrighty then,” I replied. “You’re hired, and your first shift starts now. Follow me upstairs, and we can get started with some… training and, uh, onboarding questions.”
She happily agreed, and we went up to the loft level. I motioned for her to sit on the couch while I pulled an accent chair out of the corner and sat in front of her. My brainwashing commands were working because her sitting half-naked on a sofa in a locked concrete room with a 4-poster bed should have raised hundreds of red flags.
“Okay, I’m going to jump right into it before the temporary effects wear off,” I said nonchalantly while trying to gauge her reaction. “What are you thinking beneath your barista facade? And don’t worry, you can talk freely here. We are in private.”
“Yes sir, I’ll remember it’s safe to speak freely in this room with you,” she replied nonplussed. “I’m afraid the real me isn’t thinking at all right now. She’s far too horny to think for herself.”
I took a closer look at my new… employee. The masked personality seemed to work incredibly well, given the circumstances. Besides a slight sheen of sweat and fast breathing, her face bore no signs of excessive arousal. The rest of her body was a different story. The mask couldn’t hide the involuntary muscle twitches, flushed skin, and ever-increasing wet spot on her bottoms.
“Do you feel that same level of arousal?” I asked.
“Yes, but I’m disconnected from it somehow… It’s hard to explain. It’s like 99% of me is overwhelmed by the feelings, but 1% is on autopilot hiding the rest.”
“Is that 1% strained to the limit? Would you still be able to keep it together if I played with your pussy, for example?”
“For the most part, I would be able to keep it together, I think… but my body is currently at the cusp of an orgasm. I may have trouble hiding an orgasm!”
I reached my hand out and slowly leaned towards her crotch. “Spread your legs, please,” I said quickly.
“Yes, siiiirrrrrr!” She moaned as my hand made contact with her crotch.
She wasn’t lying when she said her body was on the cusp. A few quick strokes through her clothes were all she needed. She lost composure for only a moment, but she quickly recovered herself and acted as if nothing happened. Her glassy eyes and my wet hand told a different story, though.
I removed my hand and watched with surprise, and she slipped her hand into her soaked shorts. I gazed at her quizzically.
“Is this uhmm ok?” She asked cutely, “I have this weird feeling that you are ok with me masturbating at work when the real me needs to… as long as no one but you sees me and I don’t cum!”
I realized she hadn’t been fingering herself earlier only because her body was already on the edge. “No, that’s fine, I encourage it!” I smirked while replying. “This is the strangest conversation of my life, but I like an employee who can express herself sexually around me. As long as you don’t go crying sexual harassment if I watch or help out.”
“Oh no, sir! I’d never do anything like that to you,” she said with surprise. “I’m happy doing whatever I need to be a better employee for you, and I’ll never let anyone get suspicious of you!”
She was quite a sight sitting in front of me, legs spread, with a respectful smile on her face and her hands down her skimpy shorts. I only had about 10 minutes until the temporary arousal boost started wearing off, and I wanted to explore her real personality with that intact.
“It’s break time, Kara,” I spoke her trigger phrase to return to normal.
Kara froze briefly as her alternate personality faded into the background. After a short moment, she collapsed backward on the couch. Her eyes went glassy and unfocused while her smile faded to a little O shape.
“Kara, can you hear me?” I asked.
“Mmm yesssss, maasssterr.” She strained to speak.
“Why are you calling me master?”
“Feeellls right… I-I feel soooo obedient, massster,” she moaned while her body shook and writhed in need. “T-this isn’t r-right though… what did you… uh, do to me?”
“Shhh, don’t worry, pretty girl,” I patronized her. “Just strip for me and spread your legs if you want me to fuck you.”
She quietened down and obeyed with desperation. Her shaky hands and legs struggled to remove the skimpy fabric from her perfect body. Her swollen, glistening pussy came into view, followed closely by her painfully erect nipples. I stopped her from removing her cute pink stockings while I began undressing myself. As my cock bounced free of its confines, her breath hitched, and her hand pulled away from her pussy. The involuntary twitches of her thighs told me she stopped because she reached the edge of orgasm.
“Do you want this inside of you?” I teased as I watched her glassy eyes follow my cock side to side.
She nodded dumbly and tried to speak, but no words came out, only a sharp, high-pitched moan as her eyes begged me fuck her.
I didn’t need to ask her how horny she was on a scale of 1-10. She was clearly on the verge of orgasm at a 9.9 or higher. I wondered if the 200% AQI limit was right at the cusp of 10/10, which I assumed would just be constant orgasming and unconsciousness.
I chided myself for overanalyzing the situation again. I was wasting time that would be better spent enjoying Kara’s hyper-aroused body.
She had her legs straight up in the air with her swollen pussy displayed and aching for my cock. I grabbed her legs and pushed them forwards and apart as I slipped my cock into her hot, wet folds.
Her back instantly arched, and she came silently as my dick slowly disappeared inside her exceedingly tight pussy. For the next few minutes, I fucked the delirious girl and watched as she gradually became more and more of an active participant. By the time the temporary portion of the AQI effects had worn off, she was still too horny to speak. Her eyes now sparkled with desperate need and adoration as her body endlessly begged for more.
Finally, I could hold out no longer. I groaned and came deep inside Kara’s unprotected cunt. I collapsed onto the couch beside her as my cum began to leak from between her spread legs.
We were both out of breath, but Kara broke the silence first.
“What the fuck did you do to me, master?” She asked accusingly with a raspy voice.
“What do you mean?” I feigned innocence.
“Don’t play dumb, you fucking pig!” She tried to yell angrily. “I’m alone with you in your fucking gym, and all of the sudden I’m in heat, and… god I’m still so horny I can barely mmmm think, dammit!”
I smirked as her hands betrayed her and found their way to tease her cum filled pussy. “Let’s just say I gave you a very special signing bonus. I think you’re going to love working under me.”
“You’re a bastard, and I’m going to…”
“You’re not going to do anything,” I interrupted her. “You’re going to be my obedient… constantly horny… perfect employee. And you’re going to love it. Think about it deeply; you’ve already called me master; think about being my slave and tell me how it feels.”
Her breath hitched with each of my derogatory remarks. The poor girl couldn’t resist the pull of the AQI effects.
“Oh… please don’t make me say…” she struggled to hold on to her dignity as the tell-the-truth command burned through her resistance. “I-I do want to be your slave, master.”
The girl shrank into the couch cushions with shame. I just smiled and began telling her about her new life and job.
About an hour later, I walked Kara to the front door. During our chat, I confirmed her baseline arousal was now an 8/10, but as she edged herself, she kept a steady 9-9.5/10. She claimed the only thing keeping her from endlessly begging me to use her was an extreme feeling of submissiveness. She had fought against her programming weakly and tried to convince me to put her back to normal, but she slowly realized she wasn’t sure she wanted to go back.
I handed Kara her work uniform and a remote control vibrator. “Wear this tomorrow and be here ready to work by 8:00 a.m.,” I ordered and grabbed her hand. “Also, don’t rub your pussy raw while edging for me. Use this when it needs a break.”
Her new submissive tendencies made my commands exceptionally arousing for her. She grabbed onto my arm for support. “Yes, Massster, I will obey… are you sure you don’t want me to stay? You can fuck me again if you want… please?”
“No, go home and get yourself ready for tomorrow. We will be doing more training, and I want you well rested.”
She pouted but turned and began walking out. As she stepped out of the door, her normal facade personality took over. Her body language instantly shifted from pouty and defeated to a powerful haughty walk consistent with her old bitchy persona.
I quickly followed her out before she left earshot. “I almost forgot!” I yelled and grabbed her attention. “You belong to me, now and forever.”
Her scowl faded into a blank stare, and she replied monotonically, “I belong to you now and forever, master.”
Then she did an about-face and continued walking to her college apartment.