Maisy the receptionist walked out of the atrium where the company all-hands was held with dry eyes and a swimmy head.

The gathering didn’t go how anyone expected. Sure, it had started off fiery enough. As expected, the higher-ups came in hot about unacceptable behavior from some of the employees. They were pissed and it showed, and though Maisy herself wasn’t the target of their ire, the second-hand embarrassment was enough to make her squirm.

But with that distracting screensaver running the whole time on the projector, they kept having to double-back, to repeat themselves, to find their trains of thought—

There’s nothing strange going on in the office. 

It was hard to track what they were even talking about. Women dressing inappropriately. Watching videos that weren’t suitable for work. Getting up to unsavory activities behind closed doors.

There’s nothing strange going on in the office. 

Yes, everyone in the company knew about all that. By this point this stuff was hardly a secret. But the good Christian girl Maisy spent her whole life watching shameless fashion trends come and go around her. It wasn’t strange, was it? It wasn’t out of the ordinary. Until now, people mostly ignored what the company’s more wanton women were doing. The whole office should just ignore it.

”Ignore it?” Byron Sheffield, the COO jumped in. 

“Is that what I said?” Amelia Englewood, the CEO muttered. She furrowed her brow. She had pulled back black hair with streaks of grey. A strand dropped in front of her eye. “That the whole office should just ignore it?” 

A man in the crowd raised his hand. “I’m sorry, but ignore what, exactly? There’s nothing strange going on in the office.” 

Colors, like shifting grains of sand intermixing, falling, swirling, drooped down the looming projector screen. It was such a pretty screen-saver. There was nothing strange going on in the office. 

“Let’s start over.” Byron said. “We called you all here because— Well. Hold on. What was it again, Amelia?”

The meeting had gone on like that for three hours. Maisy didn’t even remember most of what they were talking about. After a certain point, she let her mind drift as she watched the screensaver shift and swirl. When it was all finished, it was well past 5, and nobody could even say what had been accomplished in those three hours that everybody in the company was stuck sitting there for.

But that was fine. There was nothing strange about that either.

As the office dispersed and everybody collected their belongings to depart, Maisy caught the IT girl Elise from the corner of her eye. The girl in the boots and collar came running and giggling towards a guy from Accounting that Maisy recognized as Josh Dutton, threw her hands around his neck, and planted a kiss on his lips. “Did I do good, Joshy??”

Joshua took a handful of her ass beneath her skirt and squeezed. “Hell yeah you did. I think it worked. Now come here…” He hoisted her up and pulled her against his pelvis to elicit a long and happy moan from her. She wrapped her legs around him and threw her head back with a smile, her sandy hair falling haphazardly behind her.

It was an awful lot of PDA for the office. But what did Maisy care? In another context such canoodling would make her deeply uncomfortable. But here? There was nothing strange going on at the office. Better to just ignore it. Everyone else was. As Josh thrusted into the girl, a stream of their co-workers parted around them.

Maisy went to the reception desk to grab her things. But there, Paris Shaw, the senior manager of Accounting, waited for her. 

“Oh. Hello, Ms. Shaw. Can I help you?” Maisy said. One upon a time a visit from Paris Shaw would have meant certain doom. But Ms. Shaw had changed quite a bit since then. Softened. Dropped her harsh demeanor for a more understanding smile. Maybe she found God, Maisy thought. 

Paris was completely nude save for a pair of stockings, one long white glove, and a garter belt, but Maisie did her best to ignore that. She fiddled with the cross around her neck. Nothing strange, she thought. Nothing strange.

”I’m so sorry to trouble you, Baby.” Paris cooed. She licked her lips with a slow, smooth trace of her tongue. “There’s one more meeting that you’re supposed to be in. You don’t mind staying even later, do you?”

”Uhm. I’d really rather go home.” Maisy said. “But— You said it’s for a meeting?” She would hate to miss a meeting. Maisy prided herself on being a good employee. I’ll never, ever, ever skip a meeting at work, she thought. Wait. Was that true? Even if it was almost six PM? That was late for a meeting. But not at all strange. Nothing strange happened in the office.

”Please come.” Paris said. “I’ve been asked to bring you. And I need to prove my worth. I’m in competition with my daughter, see. Whoever collects more hotties gets— Well, it’s not important. Just know it’s for a good cause.”

”Okay. Sure.” Maisy said. She was a little confused, but anything strange that Paris said she could easily ignore. The gist was that she had to go to a meeting. A meeting of… hotties? She let Paris take her by the hand and followed her down the hall. “But— What is it about? I’m not normally called to many meetings—“ She was just a receptionist. She answered phones. Manned the door. Ignored it when people screwed. 

“Shhh.” Paris said. “You’ll see. Right in here.” 

Maisy stepped into a small dark conference room. A TV was pulled up to the front of the room, which was connected to a computer at the side. In the room sat a few other women. There was Amelia, the stone-faced CEO in the business suit, along with a few other ladies from different departments. A busty Indian woman from Sales. A short Japanese intern who was always running frazzled by with trays of coffee. An annoyed white woman that Maisy was certain was trying to get home to her cats. And a handful of others that Maisy didn’t recognize.

She could hardly tell the common thread between them all, except for probably being the most striking women at the company. Hotties. But that couldn’t be it, could it? That was… strange. 

Maisy shook the cobwebs from her head and sat down. There was nothing strange happening in the office. The only thing strange was that she had been hesitant to join this meeting. I’ll never, ever, ever skip a meeting at work. 

“Thanks for staying late, ladies!” Sherry from HR announced at the head of the table. She too, was basically nude in a pair of tights and a cupless bra. “We just have a quick orientation for you all. Let me just pull up my…”

The TV turned on and exploded with the color of a computer desktop. Sherry’s cursor swam through and sent out ripples of oily rainbow, leaving ghost trails behind it.

”Sherry, I hardly need an orientation.” Amelia said. “I’m the CEO…”

”This is important, Hun.” Sherry said. “Uhm. Okay. Let me just pull up the slideshow…” 

Whatever this presentation was, the half-naked redhead seemed wholly unprepared for it. She fumbled around with the cursor, clicking window after window open, littering the screen with particles and sparkles. Clicky. Shimmer. Shimmer. 

Maisy sighed, and for the second time today, let her mind wander. Clicky. Spiral. Swirl. She had a lot of time to think. Sherry was getting nowhere fast.

“While I’m here maybe I’ll just buy this skirt…” She said, adding a shiny gold latex number to her cart. Clicky. Clicky. Clicky. It wasn’t Maisy’s style, but she could see why Sherry liked it. It was kind of cute— or— Hot?

For some reason, Maisy’s mind returned to that Josh guy from before. Spinny. Shatter. Swim. The guy who was fucking the IT girl in the middle of the hallway. That wasn’t strange or anything, but why was Maisy ignoring him, again? Now that she thought about it, he was actually kind of cute. Maybe even the cutest guy at the company.

If Maisy had been more conscious, she would have realized that there were a lot of new ideas brewing about Josh— about Joshua Dutton— in her head. 

Whatever Sherry was doing on the computer, it led towards salacious websites. “Maybe I’ll just play a movie…” says Sherry said, clicking into a video whose thumbnail was a girl whose face was contorted into a look of ecstasy. “Yeah. Then I don’t have to keep vamping. You all good with that?” 

The video played, and the thumbnail girl pranced into frame in pornographic shorts and a tiny tee-shirt. The image was so lifelike on this big screen that Maisy felt like she was there. The colors. The sounds. The curves. The sweat. All of it was so real. And shiny. 

Was it strange that they were about to watch this chick get stripped, manhandled, and pounded by her studly co-star? Well, no. They were in the office, and nothing strange happened in the office. 

Maisy fiddled with her necklace. She always tried to bring her faith into all aspects of her life, but this was work. In a polite society, religion didn’t have a place here. Maisy slipped the necklace under her shirt and decided to give the video a chance. 

The ladies in the conference room, from the highest CEO to the lowest intern, leaned back and let their thighs inch apart. 

***

Maisy fought it. Kind of. At night, she at least scolded herself for her transgressions. The biggest transgression was crushing on a guy at work, because Maisy had a boyfriend. Just because Joshua Dutton was sofuckinghot didn’t mean she could entertain an infatuation with him too deeply. Sure, it wouldn’t kill her to dress more womanly at work. But playing with herself? A good Christian definitely shouldn’t do that. 

That’s what she told herself, anyway. At night. In bed. Laying there with her boyfriend Jason at her side, it was easier to find the guilt buried beneath all that growing lust. It was important to Maisy to feel that guilt. It meant she was fighting it. It meant she was a good girl. 

Then, at work, the bad habits would rear their ugly heads again. Joshua always had a gaggle of gorgeous women doting on him, and Gosh, Maisy couldn’t help herself from dressing a little more like them every day. The skirts. The stockings. The heels and boots. The backless halter-tops and sleeveless tubes. 

It didn’t kill her to dress more womanly, or more slutty, especially because Joshua was starting to notice her for it. Though he was a very busy man, graciously taking more responsibility in the company by the day, he would occasionally slow his pace at the reception desk just to check Maisy out. Today, it was because she wore an especially low cut shirt that left her chest practically naked.

His attention made her ever-so juicy. Maisy was starting to realize that only Joshua Dutton made her kitty purr. She would probably feel guilty about that at home, but at work, Maisy mostly just felt horny.  

Okay, it wouldn’t hurt to rub her clit just a little bit. It’s not like anyone in the office was bothered by a girl getting naughty at her desk. And though Maisy was a good Christian girl, she had to keep reminding herself that religion didn’t belong in the workplace. So, she positioned herself on top of her hand and began to rock. 

It was commonplace for the hotties of the office to sit like this with a permanent flush on their cheeks and a soft moan in their throats. Many of them simply had to get off at work. And when the girls really wanted to get frisky, there was a place they could go.

With a wet pussy, Maisy scurried to the small conference room that held her nightly meetings, which now bore a doorplate in cursive letters that spelled “KITTEN PEN.” 

“Oh—! Hi— Nnaah! Maisy!” Amelia the CEO said inside with her legs in the air and a stuffed twat. “I have on quite the degrading scene, do you terribly mind?”

Maisy swiveled to the swirling conference room screen which now played pornos at all hours. The young Christian normally preferred her erotic entertainment to be more vanilla, except— Oh— Wouldn’t it be just salacious if Joshua Dutton held her throat like that while he fucked her? Mmmm. Yes. A girl could get some electric ideas from this video.

”Not at all.” Maisy took her seat and slipped her thong down her legs and over her heels. “You were here first, anyway. And you are the CEO.” 

“I— am, aren’t I?” Amelia moaned. “Gosh. It’s ever so much responsibility, isn’t it…?”

The  conversation died there, because the chromatic images on the conference room screen pulled their attentions back to it the moment the camera angle switched to a clean view of a cock rocking in and out of a pussy. Maisy grabbed one of the toys off the table, a metallic vibe that she once saw made Paris Shaw squirt clear across the room, placed it on her slit, and let her mind wander. 

I’m obsessed with Joshua Dutton, she thought. It was a little exciting to admit that to herself. At night Maisy denied such things, but when pampering herself in the Kitten Pen it was easy to be honest. She was like, kind of, totally, wholly enamored with the company big shot. As the toy buzzed away at her shaved slit, Maisy wondered what else she could admit about herself. 

That night, with her body aching pleasantly from her day’s work and her vision bubbling with blobby colors, Maisy once again searched for that guilty feeling. Tonight, the exercise was somewhat mechanical. She was supposed to feel guilty. She needed to feel guilty. It would mean her obsession with her co-worker hadn’t gone too far. It would mean she could still salvage things with her boyfriend. Jason couldn’t quite make her kitty purr anymore, but as long as Maisy felt guilty about that, it she would get around to addressing it. Eventually. 

Maisy closed her eyes waited for the guilt to come. Colorful blobs floated in the darkness, glomming together and breaking apart endlessly. 

Feel guilty, she told herself. Feel… Guilty…

The guilt was taking its time tonight. But it had to be there. Maisy was a good Christian girl. Somewhere under all those colorful blobs, the guilt was there. Maisy just had to wait for them to break apart, to dissipate, to go away. In the meantime, she wondered if Mr. Dutton would care for a go in her twat if she asked him really, really, nicely.

***

The next day Maisy didn’t wear panties. She didn’t see the need for it knowing that she aimed to be filled by Mr. Dutton’s cock as soon as possible. To wit, she slithered into a four-inch pencil skirt, thigh-high stockings and a black push-up bra, knowing that the darling combo should be more than enough to get the man hard and willing. In case it wasn’t, she wore a new pair of horn-rimmed glasses knowing she could always get his attention by sucking on the arm of them suggestively. 

She did it with the moral clarity that since Mr. Dutton was such a drool-worthy stud, it couldn’t possibly be considered cheating to screw him every now and again. Actually, since Mr. Dutton was the only man who made her kitty purr, it was Maisy’s obligation to cum on his dick as often as possible lest she bring any frustration home to the love of her life Jason.

Maisy left her cross necklace home today. She was still a good Christian girl of course, but that identity didn’t belong in the modern workplace. At work, she could be as whorish and depraved as possible. For Joshua. When Maisy applied her lipstick, a creamy coat of Midnight Merlot to accentuate her already plump lips, she got all sorts of wet imagining wrapping them around his cock. It was a good thing Jason left for work an hour before she did, or he might just think she was racy for him. Maisy giggled. Now there was a funny thought. 

She strolled into work, tossed her clutch on a hook, and plopped into her chair at reception. She spun around a few times with her legs in the air. She just couldn’t wait to get screwed today! 

“Morning Tania! Mmm, you look delish!” Maisy cooed when the Black beauty sauntered into work in a body-suit and skirt combo that left most of her ample hips bare. 

Tania blew a kiss to Maisy from her fuchsia-lacquered lips. “Mmmm, you too Darling. If I catch you in the Kitten Pen later I just might need a taste.”

Maisie blushed at Tania’s forwardness. The conservative girl was the furthest thing from a lesbian. In fact, she nearly ended things with Jason at the mere suggestion of a threesome two years ago. But Mr. Dutton DID like it when the office hotties got hot and heavy with each other. And Tania had an intriguingly long tongue that could likely work magic on a kitty. 

With hardening nipples and a head full of sapphic thoughts, Maisy filed the offer under “Maybe.” 

The next arrival to the office, a crisply clean-shaven man with a head of blonde hair, broke Maisy from her reverie. “Good morning.” He said in a smooth voice. “I’m here to visit somebody at your office. Is this where I check in?” 

He flashed Maisy a smile. He wore a brown suit, a well-fitted thing, but far too stuffy for the modern age, and was accompanied by a woman whose grey turtleneck dress, a tight and sleeveless number, fell so short on her upper-thighs that Maisy could see the fish tattoo there. 

“Uhm. Yes!” Maisy said. It had been a while since she’d actually done her job. When was the last time the office had an outsider come in? “Name?”

”Delaney Crawford.” He said succinctly. “Representing Wheaten Dynamics.” 

Maisy turned to his feminine companion with the blissful smile and the blank, passive eyes. Her brown roots were growing out, but the pink fringes of her hair looked kind of familiar to Maisy. “And you?” 

“Her name isn’t important.” Mr. Crawford said. “I’m here to see Joshua Dutton. Is he in?” Beside him, the leggy woman just kept smiling. 

“Yes, he is.” Maisy said as she jotted down Delaney Crawford’s name. “Can I show you to his office?” 

“I’d like that.” Mr. Crawford said.
Maisy guided the visitors through the office. A little abashed, she tugged at her pencil skirt as if that would somehow make it longer. She hoped he couldn’t tell she wasn’t wearing panties, but with how the hemline barely made it over her rear, she was sure he would notice. 

“How have things been here at the office?” Mr. Crawford asked. “Anything unusual?” 

“Oh, no.” Maisy said. They passed by two ladies, Sania from Sales and Vera from Accounting, who were showing appreciation for each other’s outfits with hands-on approval. Around them other workers went about their business, even as the women’s lips connected to a kiss and their hands slipped into each other’s panties. “There’s nothing strange going on in the office.”

”It would appear not.” Mr. Crawford said. “Hold on. That’s the IT room, correct? I’d like to poke in.”

The IT annex was empty, but that didn’t surprise Maisy. Elise Blake spent most of her time with Mr. Dutton now, much to the frustration of everyone with a computer issue.

Mr. Crawford guided his passive companion inside by her rear and stroked the small of her back. ”What do you think Bridget? Recognize this place?” 

The woman cocked her head slowly. She spoke in a light and sultry drawl. “No Master. I don’t. Should I?”

”Yes.” Mr. Crawford said. “But no. We deleted it. You passed.”

Bridget suppressed a shuddering moan then returned to her blissful and blank smile. “Thank you, Master. Thank you for deleting this place. I’m certain I’m much happier now.”

There’s nothing strange going on in the office, Maisy thought. Even though this was… kind of strange? Was that the IT woman that left the company some time ago? Did she really not remember this place? 

They headed next to Mr. Dutton’s office. Out of courtesy, Maisy knocked, but she knew that Mr. Dutton didn’t much mind people popping their heads in at any time. It’s not like there was anything strange going on behind closed doors, anyway. She swung the door open and stepped inside. 

“Oh fuck yeah girls, that’s fucking good.” Mr. Dutton groaned. At his feet kneeled Elise Blake and Vivian Shaw, two of his favorite girls in the office, dressed in matching skirts, bras and collars. It was pink for Vivian, and baby blue for Elise, and they looked just sizzling together. Their tongues roamed the length of his cock, winding up and down as they occasionally met for searing and sloppy kisses at his swollen tip. 

Mr. Dutton grinned when she entered. “Ah. Maisy, was it? I was expecting you’d come crawling here soon. God, look at you, you look fucking good. Took care of those split ends, I see.” 

Maisy’s kitty drooled at the compliment. Off to the side, womanly moans caught her attention. On a chaise the nude figures of two women, Paris Shaw and Sandra Blake, the mothers of the girls sucking Mr. Dutton off, were intertwined and kissing. Though Maisy wasn’t a lesbian, she thought the writhing display to be fearsomely hot.

“Uhm. Actually, I’m here with visitors. Or— A visitor. And his, um. Woman. His name is Delaney Crawford.”

The blonde man in the brown suit stepped inside. “Hello, Mr. Dutton. I’m sure you were expecting me. It’s Judgement Day.”

Mr. Dutton sighed and snapped his fingers. The girls at his feet stopped their work and stood at his side, each taking an arm of his. When Elise noticed Maisy, the IT girl’s lips curled into a satisfied grin. 

”I expected you sooner, actually.” Mr. Dutton said to his guest. “As you can see, I have things well and truly handled. Two licenses. One program for my girls. One for everyone else.” 

Delaney Crawford regarded the writhing pair of women, and then the younger girls in their colorful skirts and half-moon bras simpering at Mr. Dutton’s side. “I’ll admit it seems like a stable situation. Not how I would have suggested going about it, of course, but I can’t argue with the results.”

Mr. Dutton’s stiff posture relaxed ever so slightly. “Good.” He said. “So are we done?” His slick cock was still jutting out and dripping saliva, and it took all of Maisy’s willpower to resist dropping to the floor and tasting it. Before she could, Mr. Dutton snapped his fingers again and Paris Shaw and Sandra Blake came squealing from the chaise and resumed their daughters’ slobbery work on the floor. 

“You can have your little fiefdom.” Mr. Crawford said, ignoring the scene. “But there’s the matter of your dues. I’m sorry, Mr. Dutton, but two Mindshaper licenses for all this? Clever, but you’re robbing us blind. We have clients who enrolled much smaller offices into our pricier Workplace Adjustment Plans and here you are cheating the system. It won't do."

At that, Vivian Shaw stamped her foot. "How DARE you talk to Joshy that way! Do you know who he IS? He should be in CHARGE of you and your stupid company, not PAYING you! Tell him, Joshy!"

Delaney Crawford's icy gaze snapped to Vivian in an instant. He pointed at her and barked a stern command. "Vivian Shaw: Engage overwrite commands."

Vivian sneered. "The fuck? What are you even saying?! Joshy, make this man LEAVE. He's made my head all funny. He-- Uhm. Nnhh..." She winced, dropped Mr. Dutton's arm, and swayed. She glared at the stranger in the suit. "What did you-- Do to me? What did you, uhm, do to me, Master?" At that, Vivian gasped and whispered to herself. "...Master?" She swallowed. A pink flush crept across her amply exposed flesh. "Master... Oh Master...!"

Joshua clenched his fist, and his posture tensed once again. Vivian Shaw, who had been hanging onto him just a moment ago, dropped Joshua’s arm completely and stumbled towards the blonde man from Wheaten Dynamics. “I think I wanna be your slave, Master.” Vivian said with a voice full of awe. “Can you do that to me? Make me your slave?” 

“Vivian!” Mr. Dutton barked. 

Mr. Crawford smiled. “I will, Vivian. Just come with me. Leave all this behind. Leave him behind. You’ll do that, won’t you?” 

“Yes…” Vivian whispered. “Of course I will. I want to be a slave. Want to be a slave for you. Want to be trained.”

Mr. Crawford winked at Joshua. ”As you can see, Mindshaper includes backdoor programming. It was mentioned in the Terms and Conditions, but I’m sure you didn’t read those.” Delaney Crawford slipped an envelope out of his breast pocket and handed it to Vivian when she reached him. “Honey, be a dear and bring these figures to Mr. Dutton.”

Vivian’s face turned quizzical as she took the envelope. “Mr… Who? Oh. Him. Right. Sorry, Joshy. Forgot for a second.” Vivian laughed. “My head is just so funny right now. Here you go.” She handed the envelope over to Joshua and returned to Mr. Crawford’s side.

“Enclosed is the new financial relationship between your company and Wheaten Dynamics.” Mr. Crawford stated. “Through offshore shell companies, of course. It’s all laid out for you. Follow it to the letter or I’ll be back.” He pointed to Elise whose face was slack with confusion and fear. “For her.”

”I would— Never!” Elise stammered. “I love Mr. Dutton!”

”And maybe her, too.” Mr. Crawford said gesturing to Paris. “She’s got quite the body on her. Genuine supermodel stuff. I can see why you went after her to begin with.” 

At his feet, with her mouth still pleasuring his cock, Paris Shaw moaned. “Shluurp. I would— Mwah— NEVER leave you, Joshy. Not like my— Shluurp— Whore daughter. Say… Schlorp— Can I have her spot under the desk now? Pretty please?”

Though Elise and Paris sounded utterly devoted, the look on Joshua’s face betrayed his doubt in their loyalty. What was happening? How could Delaney Crawford do that?

“Anyway. I must be off.” Mr. Crawford said. “With me, Vivian. Your conditioning awaits. Come now, Bridget.” 

The woman in the grey dress, who until now had silently stood to the side with an eerie, unchanging smile, jolted awake with a face overwritten by pleasure. “Unh!! Uuuunnhhhh!!” 

“Ah, shit. I didn’t mean—“

Bridget collapsed to the floor, thrusted her hips into the air, and came, her dress riding up to her waist where her saturated panties leaked down her thighs. 

Delaney Crawford shook his head. “Jesus, we trained this one well. See what you have to look forward to, Vivian? Alright. She done now? No. Another wave. I knew I should have fucked her on the flight. Can’t leave them this horny.”

When Bridget’s fit was all said and done, Maisy led Mr. Crawford and his two devotees away. Joshua Dutton didn’t say another word the entire time. As Sandra and Paris took turns sucking his cock, he flipped through Mr. Crawford’s pages with pursed lips and a solemn scowl. Despite the wondrous work of two eager tongues below, his erection faded with each turn of the page. 

On the walk back, Delaney Crawford put a phone to his ear. “Yep. It’s done.” He said. “The point has been made. Mmhm. He actually has a pretty sweet set-up. I think we’ve overlooked the potential of Mindshaper. Might have to rethink the business model. As for Dutton, he could make a good sacrificial lamb for the Commission. Make them feel like they’ve caught a Big Bag mind controller. If they get too close to our trail. We’ll see. It’s good money in the meantime. But I want it funding MY work, you hear? Yeah, the pheromones. Hacky my ass, the shit will work wonders. Whatever. I have a flight to catch. I’ll see you later.” 

At the end of Mr. Crawford’s confusing phone call, they arrived back at reception. “He was my boyfriend or something, right?” Vivian asked the man she now followed closely. “Is it okay to leave him?” 

Maisy couldn’t take this anymore. “No!” She interjected. She hadn’t the slightest clue what was going on, but even a silly girl like her could tell that Vivian was making a massive mistake. Joshua Dutton should be in charge. Joshua Dutton should be in charge of everything. “Are you crazy?? Giving up your amazing spot under the desk for this creep? What in the world are you thinking!” 

“I hate sluts with attitude.” Delaney Crawford muttered. “And unfortunately for you, I love girls with glasses.” He sighed, and with indifferent non-chance, said something that made Maisy freeze in her spot. “Maisy Collins: Engage overwrite commands.”

Maisy’s hair stood on end. “H-hey!” She gasped. “Don’t— Say that!” Those words made her feel funny. They were jumbling up all her thoughts into rainbow patterns and making her heart flutter and—

SLAVE. “Nnghh!” BE SLAVE. WANT TO BE SLAVE.

What was going on? She couldn’t be a slave. Maisy still had big plans today. She wanted to get screwed by Joshua Dutton. “Take it— back!” Or at least… Kiss him or something? But for some reason, now she couldn’t stop thinking about—

SLAVE.

—Wanting to be a slave. Wanting to be trained. Wanting to be told what to think. YES. SLAVE. 

But what about that guy she liked? Jonathan…? Or… Jeremiah? She couldn’t quite remember his name anymore. It felt so unimportant. There was something bigger on the horizon, a word that loomed above all else in rainbow iridescence. She tried to make it out, but it was too bright. How long had that swirly, giant word been in her head? What had she only just noticed it? 

It was all his fault. That man in the brown suit with the blonde hair and the Masterful voice. She ought to— SLAVE. To submit to him— YES. To follow him— GOOD. 

All Maisy knew was she better follow this man. For some reason she really wanted him to re-shape her mind until she was utterly thoughtless and obedient. She wanted to be— TRAINED— trained. Like a pet. Like Bridget, who had no memory of her old life and who orgasmed on command and who was a— FUCKPUPPET. COCK SLAVE. SEX DRONE. 

Nothing else mattered anymore. Not her job. Not her crush. Not her boyfriend. Not her religion. No. Those things were for people. And she wasn’t a person anymore.

It was only the man who spoke those magic words to her that mattered. She really wanted him to be her… 

“Master.” She sighed. 

That was the word on the horizon of her swirling mind. It felt delightful to say out loud. Maisy let go of everything else and followed him out of the office. She couldn’t wait for him to delete it forever. 

***

Mr. Dutton got all his frustrations out on Sandra Blake. “Nnhhh!!!” Sandra moaned with her ass in the air and her face on the carpet. “Yesyesyesyesyes..!”

Elise’s Mother had become quite the anal slut. While Mr. Dutton took her rear she rubbed her clit with fervent glee and babbled with pleasure. Images like this made Elise buzz with pride at her own small part in her Mother’s brainwashing. Things were better this way. Hotter this way. Elise was pretty sure that at Sandra’s old job, her poor Mommy NEVER got her ass fucked. 

Meanwhile, Paris Shaw laid patiently between their legs waiting to catch anything that dripped. She, too, was clearly better as a horny sex kitten bimbo. The old Paris was high-strung. Cruel. Unhappy. The new Paris’ tongue wagged for just a taste of someone’s cum. 

Elise could certainly find a place in this tableau if she so wanted. Her instincts told her she could crawl between Paris’ legs and make sure the blonde was nice and wet down there. It wouldn’t be super necessary since Paris was ALWAYS wet, but Mr. Dutton would surely appreciate the gesture. He seemed especially down right now. He was hardly even touching his sluts. 

But Elise had other work to do. A secret project that only she knew about. And after what just happened with that horrible man from Wheaten Dynamics, this project was more important than ever. So instead of indulging in yet another dynamite orgy with all her favorite people, Elise slipped out of Mr. Dutton’s office and back to the dim, dingy IT annex where she still technically worked. 

There, her old computer, no longer blessed with Mindshaper’s brain-melting visuals, ran the decompiler that Elise had been fiddling with all week. It was amazing how much programming knowledge was still kicking around in her pretty little head now that she wasn’t fighting her brainwashing. Elise wanted to use that knowledge. She wanted to use it for Mr. Dutton. And so the secret project was born. 

“Oh kiss my kitty!” Elise gasped.

She rubbed her eyes just to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. It finished. And it worked. There before her was the code for the executable. The code for Mindshaper.

In disbelief, she explored it. Mindshaper’s codebase would likely take weeks to parse. But with it, Elise had the tools that would allow her to build a completely offline, unsanctioned copy of Wheaten Dynamics’ brainwashing software. 

Her mind raced with what she could do with it. Somewhere in the code would be the backdoor command cycle that allowed Delaney Crawford to commandeer their minds. That would obviously have to go. Elise didn’t believe that she was so weak as to succumb to such a thing like Vivian did, but the same couldn’t be said for the other sluts at work, Elise’s Mother included. They had to be protected. 

But what else? Elise could run as many copies as she wanted. Free of charge. And those meanies at Wheaten Dynamics would never know.

Where to even start? 

A thought nagged at Elise. Joshua Dutton should be in charge. Joshua Dutton should be in charge of everything. 

Elise giggled. As always, it wasn’t that complicated. Once the jailbroken software was ready, she was gonna put it on any computer she could get her hands on. 

With excitement, Elise shoved a hand into her panties to reward herself for such forward-thinking genius. Her horny kitty mewed appreciatively, and soon she was on the floor imagining the thrilling fantasies of what was to come. She remembered back to when she originally thought Mindshaper was a computer virus, and… What a lovely idea! She could make a virus. Get the program out into the world. Get eyes on the program. Eyes for Joshy. Everyone should only have eyes for Joshy. 

He was going to be like, so surprised. Elise hoped he liked steak, because he was going to be eating it every day.