Short Story: So What?

Female's Point of View - Brainwashing

I’m not dumb, I know exactly what he did to me. Well... Still doing actually...

I can clearly remember my own feelings when I first met my boss for the interview. He was mildly handsome in a mature kind of way, but I certainly didn’t find him attractive enough to fuck.

Of course, I knew all about the rumors surrounding him, but back then, I chalked it up to jealous competitors. Today I know differently. Pretty girls have a way of gravitating to him and I know why. I know how...
“Here you go Sir.” I said as I sat down in front of him. “Nice and chilled. Just the way you like it.”

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​I watched his eyes roam my perfectly toned body and felt a warm shiver run down my spine. He reached out and grabbed the cold glass in my hand while making a point to caress my fingers. The shiver on my skin turned to a hot throb between my legs as his digits dragged away from my own. He took a long sip as I tried to keep my heart from racing.

​I simply can’t help it. My body responds to his touch in ways I that sends my arousal into orbit. As for my mind... It too can’t escape his influence. I know he only hired me as his personal assistant as a pretext. Even if I do sometimes fulfill some of the tasks I was originally hired for, my main job description has changed dramatically.

Although... Technically... I do still assist him. Personally...

He snapped his fingers and instantly, I knew what was expected of me. I smiled and slipped down to my knees. I placed the bottle on the ground and moved in between his legs.

I didn’t care that we were on the balcony for all to see.

Don’t get me wrong, I know I SHOULD care, but I don’t. My feelings on the matter were taking away once he started to sit me in his special room. I know he did things differently with me since he planned to keep me around. The room didn’t ‘help’ me as quickly as other girls I’ve seen go in there. No... With me, he took his time and carefully played around in my head until I became the assistant he wanted me to be.

Since he was rich, I had assumed that I was to watch a bunch of boring legal videos when he first told me to go in that room. And I did... I think...

Try as I might, I always fell asleep.

And every time I woke up at the end of the videos, I understood and accepted a little more about the reason why he hired me. I wasn’t naive, I knew he hired me mostly for my looks and since the salary and benefits were good, I didn’t mind. I had a good head about me and I prove to him every day that he wasn’t wrong by hiring me.

Only, the more time I spent in his special room, the less I cared about my initial job description. Every day, I realized I didn’t have to do as much as I was doing to prove my worth to him. I found myself with new and erotic desires and beliefs I couldn’t explain.

Or resist...

It wasn’t long after our first office fuck that he started to show me his true dominant nature. I instantly got the impression our passionate romp had given him the right to assume I would spread my legs for him when ever he wished. 

I didn’t think too much of it at the time since I was enjoying myself so much, but he was right. I DID open my legs for him when ever I felt his lust for me. A mere lustful look became enough for me to start dripping in anticipation and start wishing he would ravage me on his desk. It was only after the first time he asked me to blow him at lunch that I realized I was changing. After all, I accepted without a hint of worry or desire for things to evolve into one of our fucks.

To me, it made perfect sense that his personal assistant would be asked to give him head. 

Since then, I came understand that he hired me for the sole purpose of my sexual talents. It fact, he told me as much after he asked me to stay sleep over at his place for the weekend. He didn’t say anything about his special room, but I  knew. Somehow, his special room had conditioned my mind to think of myself as his loyal sexual plaything. 

It’s not rocket science. Every time I step out of that room, I feel a little more submissive and sexually bound to my boss. I fully comprehend that every time I’m asked to go in the special room, I lose a little more of my former self as it slowly programs me to obey his desires.

I know, yet I can’t bring myself to care.

How could I when I feel such incredible joy every time he uses me for his sexual gratification? Even now, as I slowly pleasure my Boss, I feel an elation and euphoria that borders on a state of pure nirvana. 

Even if I was suddenly free of his programming and I was somehow able to choose for myself, I’m not sure I would ever give this up. It feels too damn good...

So what if he transformed me into his obedient sex slave? At least he made sure I was enjoying myself.

​Right?