Learning

I have just discovered that contact lenses can be used to render someone completely and temporarily blind. I love the concept;

After months of hunting I finally found the perfect victim. Jane Doe, CEO of a small, but successful company. Wealthy, single, self-made, well-educated… and a bit careless with her tumblr account. That’s how I found her. After tracking her down I waited for an opening.  

A few weeks later I see her company posting an ad for an entry level position. I submit my application. Naturally I use a couple of my trained girls to provide my references. They’ll make sure I get hired. 

I take the job a week later. Piece of cake. Too easy in fact. That’s how I end up in Jane’s office a day later introducing myself. I already know exactly what she likes. We exchange pleasantries, I drop a few subliminal cues, just a hint of NLP triggers, and a vague reference to a kinky post she enthusiastically reblogged on tumblr. I am sure she won’t consciously notice, but in the back of her mind she’ll be wondering “there is something different about him”.

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Three weeks later, I have the entire office eating off the palm of my hand. She has taken notice as well. I make some improvements which end up saving the company a chunk of change. I don’t take credit… “nah… it was a team effort”. I am polite to the secretary, pay respectful compliments to the senior staff. The perfect gentleman. Make friends with the guys in the office. I am in.  

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I have been at the company a couple of months. I seize the opportunity to volunteer for one of Jane’s pet projects. I have one of my girls work night and day to finish it in record time and two of my other girls to write and proof read the report. The office has never seen something like it. Jane is impressed. We agree to work together on another, larger project. This time it’s going to take longer and we are going to have bi-weekly one-on-one meetings. My chance to do some serious damage.  

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Five months later I have been promoted. I don’t have seniority, but, effectively I am becoming Jane’s personal advisor and unofficial second in command. Most of the office adores me. Though a couple of senior employees resent my ascent to power. Naturally I begin sabotaging their work. They’ll find themselves out of a job soon. Won’t know what hit them.

Meanwhile my daily briefing sessions with Jane are starting to really affect her. She has told me a lot about herself. Her personal life. How she built her company from the ground, her struggles, her mistakes and insecurities. I listen and offer my support and subtly guide the conversations where I want them to go. She has started flirting with me. I mostly laugh it off, but occasionally I say something provocative, give her a quick thrill… then quickly change the subject. Leave her wanting for more. I reschedule one of her meetings and let her think she forgot about it. I joke “uh oh… someone deserves a spanking… you forgot the budget meeting this morning.” She blushes. It helps that I check her tumblr daily and know she is obsessed with “fall from grace fantasies”, “exec to bimbo fantasies”, “office spankings”, etc…  

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I find it safer to wait at least 6 months before starting the enslavement process in earnest. After such a long prep time, the target is completely blindsided. That’s how I end up at her place after a “dinner / strategic planning meeting”. We have sex. Dirty talk. “What a dirty office slut”, “Beg me to fuck you, like you deserve”. I give her several hard smacks on her ass. She has several orgasms. She is ready for the next phase.

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A few weeks later sex in her office is a frequent event, but each time I make sure it is a little edgier, a little more humiliating. She loves it. I start teasing her… “What if your employees found out?”, “I bet you’d love it if they knew you are a cock hungry slut”, “Maybe I’ll call them in one by one and have you blow the guys in accounting”.  

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She loves the games, the teasing, each day she can’t wait to see what I have in store for her. I have already taught her to enjoy being edged regularly. She now needs my permission to cum. I trance her regularly too. Of course… “it’s all pretend”. My suggestions are just “for fun”. It’s harmless to act as if I brainwashed her. But I can see she is craving for it to be real. She is scared, but excited… and each day a little less careful.  

One day I tell her “perhaps I’ll have you make a kinky video… you are such a dumb little slut… I bet you’d be stupid enough to give it to me and beg me to black mail you with it… then you’d be fucked for real!”… aaand she cums like a mindless cunt.  

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I have her edge every hour for a few weeks. I keep teasing her mercilessly. I started calling her to my office. Oh yeah… remember the two employees I got fired? I suggested that she take their cubicle spaces and turn them into a large corner office so that she can have a nicer, bigger office. Except… after the conversion is done I tell her it might be better if I use the large office instead for myself. She blushes in humiliation (but I can tell she is incredibly aroused by the idea) and is about to protest when I cut her off with a pattern interrupt “you have something to say?”… she mumbles something. “N… no Sir”. I smile. “That will be all, Jane.” She automatically turns around and walks back to her little office (I am sure she’ll have her hands in her panties the second she is back at her desk). 

It’s been a few weeks now. I have started “summoning” her to my office on a regular basis. Sometimes I have her bring me coffee. Or simply come to show me her panties so that I may approve them… or have her remove them and give them to me. If I really don’t like them I have her carry them in her mouth to the ladies room and have her spit them out in the trashcan. Except I call it the “cunt room” because I am classy.

When I call for her she has learned to enter, close the door behind her, and stand quietly in front of my desk. I always make sure to take my time finishing up what I am doing at the computer (mainly looking at new potential victims on social media) before I tell her why I called her in.  

Anyway… I have not let her cum in weeks and I am pretty sure she is starting to lose her mind. But I know she probably thinks this is just a really intense role-play game. I suggested that these “sex games” can help her relieve stress. Work is stressful for powerful people (appeal to the ego), it feels so good to let go of control from time to time. It’s “healthy”, it’s “good for her”.  It’s “therapeutic”. 

Anyway, where was I?… oh yeah… so I call her into my office and she walks “assertively” towards me. Comes around the desk and stands next to me. I ignore her. I know she can now see porn on my computer screen, but she says nothing. I am chatting with a few people online and act as if she is not there. She clears her throat and tries to gather her courage. “Listen… y… this has to stop.” I look up at her for a moment, then I hear the computer “beep” (someone has sent me a chat message). I return to the computer and reply to the message. She tries again “I am… I am serious. People are starting to notice. You are goimg too f.. far. I am done. It was… it was fun for a while… but…”

I finally decide to turn around and stare at her. I can see her deflating, not knowing what to say. Like a lost puppy. She takes a breath and blurts out in panic “You are FIRED!” I chuckle. Then tell her:

“Kneel”

She whimpers. “N… no”. I wait and keep staring at her. “P… please”. I raise an eyebrow. She kneels. 

“Good girl. Now, apologize.”

She is shaking, half incoherently she responds… “p… please… d.. don’t wanna…” she is on the verge of tears. 

“What was that?”

She bows her head and starts crying… “i.. i am sorry Sir… i… i am just a dumb… horny… little cunt…. i am sorry for being such a dumb cunt… i am sorry… i am so sorry… please… forgive me… for being such an inferior dumb cunt”.  

“Better”

I turn back to my computer and start replying to chat messages again. She gets up and is about to run out of my office when I stop her.  

“No. Crawl like a bitch.”

She shivers then she is down on all fours. Slowly crawling towards the door. She is reaches for the handle. 

“You forgot something.”

She whimpers again. 

“Your USB drive. You’ve been carrying it with you for the last three days. Give it to me.” She freezes. “You are such a dumb little cunt. Did you forget? I know everything you do. I have cameras in your office. I have complete access to your computer. I know what you carry with you.” 

I stand up and walk towards her. I look down at her and extend my hand towards her.

“Give”

She takes the USB drive out of her bra and gives it to me. I take it and put it in my pocket.

“You understand now I own you, right? If anyone saw the videos on that flashdrive you’d be finished, permanently.” She nods pathetically. “You’ll write down all your passwords, bank account numbers, you’ll give me access to everything, I will have you rewrite your will, give me power of attorney, I’ll have you declared legally incompetent and I’ll have videos to prove it”. 

She bows down and starts licking my shoe. 

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