Smith entered Prya Khatri’s office, and she welcomed him with her coldest look. She was looking forward to this moment for a while. Not that she liked to let people go. But in Smith’s case, she really had no guilty conscience whatsoever. He tried to undermine her ever since she got the job. She knew he wanted her position from the get-go, and he was bad-mouthing her behind her back.

 

“Please take a seat,” she said, and Smith sat down. His cocky smile told her he had no idea what he was getting into. “I assume you made no progress on your device since you started that project nine months ago?”

 

She was delighted to see his smile get stuck for a moment.

 

“Well, as always, when you make these claims, I have to correct you and tell you that I was actually making great progress throughout this project's lifetime. Just because there was no prototype before does not mean I didn’t achieve anything.”

 

Prya raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me you actually have a prototype now? You developed a device that makes people giggly through sound waves?”

 

Smith’s smile didn’t fade this time. Instead, he pulled a little round device from his pocket and held it up for her to see.

 

“It does not make people giggly. So far, it only works on women. And what happens to them depends on the stage. You see the little numbers? Here, allow me to demonstrate.”

 

He pointed the device straight at her. Prya shouted, “HEY-” but Smith was already turning the wheel to number one.

 

‘click’

 

 

 

 

She felt goosebumps, but only for a second. Then she was at peace. Her agitation and even her resentment towards Smith were fading away within seconds. She was amazed that he had actually pulled it off.

 

“Wow. I-I can’t believe you actually did it. I know I should be more excited but I feel just... calm.”

 

He stood up from the armchair and grinned victoriously. Prya leaned back in her own armchair and looked at the device in Smith’s hand. Logically, she was aware that she should wipe that cocky smile from his face, but she felt so peaceful that she didn’t even mind.

 

“You did well, Smith. I didn’t expect that from you, to be honest. Now, please turn it off and show me how it works.”

 

She might have to delay letting him go now. As soon as she knew how the device worked, she could do it. Then it would be her achievement. Smith made another step and was standing right in front of her desk now.

 

“I don’t have to turn it off to do that. You see, this is just stage one. Wanna see what happens on stage two?”

 

Prya was completely relaxed, and yet her brain was alarmed by the way he said that. Thoughts that would lead to caution were numbed out, and instead of reacting appropriately, all she could do was shrug. 

 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Smith. I’d rather be fully aware. I don’t feel… clear like this.”

 

In all honesty, she wouldn’t mind feeling like this a bit longer. This device would make a lot of money, she thought. It would be perfect to destress after work. Better than any massage. Prya had no Idea what Smith had built there. If step one could make her feel like this, she had some horrible ideas of what the others could make her feel. She wished she knew how she'd actually feel right now. Her relaxed state was at war with her alarmed brain, and she almost didn't care that a guy she didn't trust one bit had this much control over her mood right now. 

 

"The second step is going to be very different from the first one."

 

Before Prya could say anything, he spun the wheel.

 

‘click’

 

 

 

 

The click was instantly accompanied by a high-pitched sound that faded away as fast as it came. Prya could still feel it in her head, though. Like an invisible guest inside her head, it changed its shape from liquid to smoke, and it twirled around her brain. She had never felt anything like that before. She started to hear something again, and the noises changed as well. It went from a low pitch to white noise, and it got louder and then quieter. Prya realized that she couldn't see anything but white because she was so occupied within her own mind. 

 

The noise was more like a humming now and slowly transitioned to sound like a distorted voice. It got louder and louder, but Prya couldn't make out a single word. Then the voice slowly became clearer, as if trying to get in tune with her. It was a female voice, and it seemed to repeat the same thing again and again.

 

I-ta-true. I-ag-e. Idom-e.

 

It didn't make sense yet, but she listened as hard as she could. The voice sounded more and more familiar, and at some point, she could finally make out the words. 

 

‘I tell the truth. I agree. I don't mind.’

 

That was it! She didn't know what it meant, though. Suddenly, it hit her that the voice speaking these mysterious words was her own. 

 

‘I tell the truth. I agree. I don't mind.’ 

 

Prya's head felt heavy and as if it was spinning. The words were everywhere now, occupying her whole being. There was nothing else in the world besides these words.

 

"Prya!"

 

She opened her eyes and found herself mumbling. "Don't mind..."

 

She didn't remember why she just said that.

 

Smith was sitting across from her, and Prya felt embarrassed for daydreaming right now. "W-What just happened?"  

 

All she remembered was that he had turned the wheel to the next number. Stage two. She didn't want it, but she was too relaxed to really protest. And then something else happened. What was it? Was spacing out for a second part of it? She had no idea and came to the conclusion that it was clearly the device that did something to her.

 

"Welcome to stage two," Smith said. "While the first stage changes the subject's feelings to make it relaxed and free of any aggression, the second stage is more focused on the mind. Do you remember anything from your little daydream you just had?"

 

Prya shook her head. "No. Nothing. I was just mumbling something when I woke up. It felt like I was gone for just a second, though."

 

Smith smiled slyly. "It was a bit longer than that, but don't worry about it."

 

Prya frowned. "I-I don't like this. I feel so relaxed right now, it's unreal, considering you are doing experiments on my mind." 

 

Smith shook his head. "But this is the best way for me to demonstrate all functions of the device to you. Don't you agree?"

 

Prya looked up at him and blurted it out instantly. "I agree!" Her mouth was so fast she was taken aback by herself. "Hey, what the- Why did I just say that? I didn't mean to!"

 

Prya looked at him in disbelief, her moment of shock quickly faded away in relaxation, but her mind clearly knew what was going on now. "That is enough, Smith. Turn it off, now."

 

Smith smiled. "But you agree that we should continue, right?"

 

Prya tried to give him a stern look, but she felt too calm to pull it off. "I agree.” Again, she surprised herself. "I mean I d-do. I a-agree." 

 

Prya felt a familiar feeling of frustration creeping up, which got quickly suppressed by her relaxed state. Still, she had to stop this somehow. 

"So you agree to continue?" Smith asked, and he was not hiding a winning grin.

 

Prya tried one more time: "I... agree... to continue..."

 

It was impossible. She was too calm and relaxed to care. How could she make it clear that she agreed to continue? Wait. That wasn't it. She wanted to agree, right? No, she had to figure out a way to agree, but without her mind flipping it around all the time. Wait, was that really it? She wanted to agree, so she had to find a way to agree? That seemed redundant and nonsensical. She wanted to agree. Prya couldn't stand the confusion anymore. If she wanted to agree, she should just say it. She found herself nodding.

 

"I agree to continue." She smiled in relief. Finally, she was able to speak her mind. 

 

Smith stood up from his chair. "Very well then. As you might have realized, stage two makes the subject very agreeable. It also does two more things, which I will now demonstrate. Were you planning on firing me?"

 

This time, Prya knew it was happening before it happened. She tried to fight it, but it was impossible to withhold the information: "Yes, I wanted to do it in this meeting, actually."

 

Smith looked sincerely surprised. „Oh, so soon? I thought I had more time. Well, thank god my little device got ready just in time, don’t you agree?“

 

Prya nodded. „I agree.“

 

She didn’t even really know what she was agreeing to. Although thinking about it, she found herself very grateful that the device was ready just in time. 

Prya found herself wondering why she would think that, but there was no time. Smith asked his next question.

 

„How much do you like me, Prya?“

 

Prya gulped and shook her head. He looked at her with his smug smile. Waiting for her to spill the beans. She felt anxiety, she felt stress, she felt pain. All the relaxation and calm was gone due to the urge to tell him the truth. 

 

„I despise you,“ she said between clenched teeth. Then she blurted, „I think you are a disgusting human being and I hate the way you leer at me.“

 

As soon as it was out, Prya felt a warm feeling wash over her. She exhaled deeply and felt at ease, even though she knew she was deep shit if she was unable to keep her mouth shut. 

Smith was looking at her with foreboding eyes. Prya had to save face while he had this thing turned on.

 

„I didn’t...“ she started, but found herself unable to finish her sentence. „I... I can’t lie, can’t I?“

„No.“ Smith slowly bent over the table. His face came closer, but Prya didn’t move an inch. She found herself unable to care for this and frankly would have considered it a sign of weakness to back away now. „One more question. Do you mind if I touch you like this?“

 

Smith gently placed his right hand on her cheek and caressed her with his thumb. Prya was once more surprised by herself.

 

„I don’t mind.“ It wasn’t a lie. She didn’t mind. „I know I should, though,“ she added, still amazed by the state she was in. She should stop him, shouldn’t she?

 

Smith smiled. „No, this is fine, don’t you agree?“

 

Prya found it really hard to get a clear image of the situation. „I-I agree. This... This is fine.“ She felt herself frowning once more. This was so confusing. „What are you doing to me?“ She hated how insecure she sounded.

 

„I’m not doing anything you don’t want me to do. That’s for sure.“

 

„I... I’m not sure about that.“

 

She could feel his breath on her face as he asked, „Do you mind anything I’m doing?“

 

Prya shook her head while Smith’s hand was still resting on her cheek. His thumb gently wandered over her lower lip. „I.. I don‘t.“ Yet again not understand herself.

 

„So do you agree that we continue this?“

 

Prya really thought about her answer this time. Her intuition told her yes. She tried to think of reasons to do something else, but no other option really came to mind. Therefore, she concluded, Prya wanted to agree. Yes!

 

„Yes. I agree.“

 

She found herself smiling slightly. Smith let go of her and sat back down. Prya noticed that she didn’t really care about it. She wouldn’t mind if he touched her again, but it was not something she really wanted.

 

„Do you have any questions before I continue my demonstration?“ 

 

„I do,” she said. “First of all, how does it actually work? And why did I feel so different in the two stages?“

 

Smith nodded. „Well, the technology inside is, as you know, based on ultra-high frequencies. It was very hard to find out exactly the right ones to achieve the desired results consistently. There are also three different kinds. That will also answer your second question. So basically, stages one, four, and seven are designed to change the subject's feelings. I call them the ‚Feel-Stages’. As you know the first one made you feel calm, relaxed, and peaceful. I could probably hold a gun to your face right now, and you wouldn’t even flinch, even though your mind would know how much danger you were in. Stages two, five, and eight are the ‚think’ stages. I managed to put very specific subliminal messages in these, and they are taking over your mind more and more. By now, you would probably not even hesitate to tell me your deepest, darkest secret. By the way, what’s your favorite sexual position?“

 

„I like to be on top.“ The indian woman held up a hand to cover her mouth.

 

„It’s okay, “ Smith said reassuringly. „You don’t mind telling me whatever I want to know, right?“

 

Prya lowered her hand. „I really don’t. This is fascinating.“

 

Smith smiled. „I know. And it gets better. Step three is the first of the ‚do‘ stages. Allow me to demonstrate…"

 

‘click’

 

 

 

 

Prya expected another sensation of sorts and was almost disappointed to experience nothing. The device was set to stage three, but she didn’t feel any different.

 

„Did it… work?“ she asked carefully

 

„Let’s see. Open all the buttons of your blouse and tell me how it feels.“

 

Prya looked down at her hands to see them move up to the highest button of her blouse. She was merely surprised since she couldn’t feel anything alarming, like shock or panic. 

 

„I can’t stop myself. It’s like I have lost control over my hands. I try to stop, but I really can’t. Smith, you are such a pig,” Prya calmly said to him while she opened every single button of her blouse. “I should have fired you a long time ago. I hope you know that you won’t get away with this.“

 

The weird part was that she didn’t even mind. She was strangely aware of what was happening to her. Of what Smith was doing. He was leering at her, and she loathed that look. She thought she was helpless, but couldn’t get herself to care very much.

 

„I’m not a pig. You’ll see. And about my position... Well, you agree that I am your most valuable scientist, right?“

 

Prya gulped. „I agree.“

 

„Your department would fall apart without me. I’m irreplaceable, don’t you agree?“ 

 

„I agree.“ 

 

„So do you think letting me go is really an option?“

 

Prya thought about it. She could not think of any scenario where her department would survive without Smith. He was a key player on her team. He was the most ambitious and the most valuable scientist she had. She hated the fact, but it was a fact nonetheless „No... Letting you go is not an option...“

 

Prya started to close the buttons of her blouse again, working her way back up, but just when she reached for the fourth button, Smith raised his hand, „Stop that. You don’t mind, right?“

 

Prya let go of the button. „Oh, not at all.“ Now that all the buttons at her belly were closed, her chest was even more pronounced than before. Her lilac bra was clearly visible. And Prya really didn’t mind. She didn’t even mind his leering gaze anymore. Even though she knew, through logic and memory, that he was a revolting bastard.

 

„As you might have noticed, the steps built up on each other very well,” Smith explained, “I had a hard time calibrating everything until I got the best results. And with only three steps in, I already have all the tools necessary to turn you into my own personal bitch. If I wanted to, of course.“

 

Prya raised an eyebrow at that expression, and deep down, she knew that without her enforced calmness, she would be enraged, afraid, or at least telling him to go fuck himself. But now she honestly didn’t mind that he'd just said that. She was calm and relaxed, even though she knew she was at least in some sort of danger.

 

„Let me demonstrate one last time how much is possible with only three steps," Smith went on. "Agreed?“

 

Prya was up for it. „Agreed.“ This time, she came much easier to peace with it.

 

„I'm going to give you a few more orders. I want you to focus on what exactly you think while your body follows them. I’m sure you will conclude that you won’t mind at all to give up control like that. It might even make you feel relaxed. Now stand up.“

 

Prya‘s legs moved on their own just as her hands had before, and within two seconds she stood up. It was the same odd sensation, and just like Smith suspected, she didn’t mind one bit.

 

„Stand in front of me.“

 

Prya walked around her desk and came to a halt before Smith, who had turned in his chair to face her.

 

„Kneel.“

 

Prya fell hard on her knees. She felt the pain in her legs, and yet she didn’t. She was experiencing it, and she was carefree about it. It was fine.

 

„Hold still.“ Smith instructed, and Prya felt her complete body stiffen. „Do you feel helpless? Worried? What’s on your mind?“ He caressed her face again.

 

„I can‘t really tell. I think I feel completely helpless, and yet it’s more like a memory of a feeling, and I‘m not in any way concerned about it. I am fully aware of the fact that you could rape me right here and now, and yet I know that I wouldn’t actually mind if you did. Even though I am truly disgusted by you. I’m very… confused. It’s a very unusual situation for me, to say the least.“

 

Smith smiled down at her. „Yeah, I guess it is. What I am doing here is pretty unethical, I have to admit. But you know, as a scientist, you have to push some boundaries now and then. That makes this okay. Don’t you agree?“

 

Prya kept looking up to him, still frozen in place. „I agree, “ she said, and she meant it.

 

„I always wondered what color your nipples are.” He suddenly said out of nowhere. “With Indian women, it’s hard to tell. Your skin is on the darker side, but I have a feeling they might still be rosy pink.“

 

Prya just stared back at him, wishing she could move or care or think straight. She had a feeling that he deserved a hard slap for that. She could be wrong, though. It was difficult to tell.

 

„What color are your nipples, Mrs. Khatri?“

 

„Brown. Very dark.“

 

Prya was getting sick of this, and her frustration was swept away once more by a feeling of calm and a thought of not caring.

 

„Wanna show me?“ Smith asked cheekily, and finally, Prya was able to state a firm, „No. Absolutely not.“ 

 

„I thought you wouldn’t mind?“

 

Prya bit her lip and realized she didn’t actually mind showing him her nipples. But there was something else. „I wouldn’t mind. I just don’t see any reason why I should. My nipples are none of your business. That’s all. I should actually file a report against you for this proposal, come to think of it...“

 

Prya was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was for her to come to that conclusion. His request was clearly against company rules.

 

Smith waved it off and chuckled, „Oh, please, you won’t file anything against me, Mrs. Khatri.“ Prya stared back at him and tried to distract her thoughts before she got to the point he wanted her to get. But then he added, „Agreed?“ and Prya was positive that she would not file anything against him.

 

„Agreed.“

 

„Now push your bra down there. Show me your boobs.“

 

Prya tried to fight it. As her hands moved up to her bra, she fought it as hard as she could. I don’t mind. But I don’t want to. But I really don’t mind. I can’t control my hands. I don’t mind that either. I’m showing him my boobs. I don’t mind that. It’s fine. 

 

„They sure are dark.“ Smith concluded. Then Prya gasped as he reached out and pinched her right nipple with two fingers. „What are you most afraid of right now?“

 

Prya thought about it, and before she knew she had the answer, she was already saying it.

 

„I’m afraid to never be myself again. That you change me in some way without me actually wanting it. I mean, I’m not really afraid, though. More like mildly concerned. It’s hard to be afraid of anything while being so relaxed.“ Prya explained while Smith was starting to knead her breasts with both hands. She really didn’t mind him doing that, although it seemed unprofessional.

 

„Thank you for sharing this with me. Now go back to your seat.“

 

Prya instantly got up and sat back down. She found herself able to move again and pulled up her bra to cover her hardened nipples. This situation was so surreal.

 

„Are you okay? Any questions?“

 

Prya was thinking about it and asked, „Can you tell me what the other stages are before you demonstrate them?“

 

Smith grinned. „Oh, you don’t want me to ruin the surprise for you, don’t you agree?“

 

„Well, that’s true, I haven't considered that.“ Prya frowned slightly, confused by her own restriction.

 

Smith smiled at her. „Very good. Now, what do you think we should do next?“

 

„Well, obviously we should continue the demonstration, right?“

 

„Absolutely, but before we do, I want to make you aware of any possible long-term effects. You were concerned that I would change you, correct? Let me show you what happens when I turn the device off.“

 

***

 

 

***

 

Smith pressed a button, and the light of the device went off. The wheel snapped back to zero, and Prya felt like a vacuum was sucking honey out of her head through a tiny hose outside her right ear, which culminated in a ‚plop‘ and she felt completely in control again. 

 

Prya‘s eyes went wide as she looked up at Smith. „I can not believe you did that to me, Smith. Do you have any idea what kind of damage you could have done?“ Smith leaned back in the armchair, the nefarious device still in his hand. 

 

„You wanted me to demonstrate, right? I had to show you, or you would have never believed me that it worked!“

 

Prya exhaled deeply. Thoughts of what happened slowly wobbled back in her mind. She still felt the aftermath of her relaxed body and was not too mad about that part. But putting thoughts in her head and making her strip? Making her degrade herself like a puppet on strings? No. fucking. way.

 

„Look. I see your point there. I wouldn’t have believed what you achieved if I hadn’t experienced it firsthand. But you didn’t need to do THIS,” she pointed at her open blouse. “Am I right?“

 

Smith grinned and gave her that leering look again. Prya scoffed and crossed her hands over her chest. Closing the buttons didn’t even cross her mind

 

„Okay, you are right. I’m sorry about that. I guess I went slightly too far. Am I in trouble?“

 

Prya smacked her lips. „No, you’re not. Sadly, you are way too valuable for me to fire you. I really wish I could, though. You're really gross, and I'll steal that thing from you as soon as I can.“ Prya looked at him, and for the first time, she felt a faint shock. She was still spilling the truth!

 

„What the... Am I still under it? How long does this last?!“

 

Smith chuckled. „I’m glad you figured it out yourself. Don’t worry, it doesn’t really last in terms of time, but in terms of scope. You were explaining your thoughts and feelings towards me while under the effects of the device. Hence, you will always do so. 

Here is another example - Do you remember what it felt like to be that relaxed?“

 

Prya, still highly concerned about the information she just learned, thought just for an instant about how calm she was earlier, and instantly she felt it. A faint smile washed over her as she slumped back in her chair. „Wow...“ was all she could say.

 

„You will now always be able to turn this on and off whenever you want. Amazing, right?“

 

Prya had no idea how to turn it off, but the instant she wondered how to do it - it simply happened, and she was back to normal. With the relaxation gone, she sat up straight again and looked at Smith. „I admit, this is the greatest invention I have ever encountered. It’s also the most dangerous. You need to give me all the data and this prototype. We need to handle this properly and with great care. Who else knows about it?“

 

Smith didn’t move and just smiled at her. It made Prya uncomfortable. He leaned forward and made the same move as before. He placed his hand on her cheek and let his thumb gently caress her lips. Prya felt anxious about his behavior. Something about Smith was making her queasy, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. His thumb was still resting on her lip. She felt like something about this was strange, but nothing she came up with made sense.

 

„Open your blouse again.“

 

Prya realized instantly that he had now forever the power over her to open her blouse buttons. He could always make her kneel. He could always make her expose her breasts! That was not the part that horrified her, though. The really scary part was that she didn’t mind at all. 

 

She opened up button by button, his hand caressing her cheek, and Prya felt perfectly fine with the fact that he could make her do that. It was the most horrible feeling she ever had, but only on some far-off meta-level she never knew existed. In one last attempt, Prya spoke up. „You have to give me this prototype and turn me back to normal. Now, Smith.“

 

Smith leaned back in his chair. „You’re right, of course. I will give it to you right now. Unless you want me to demonstrate the rest of the steps? It’s completely up to you.“ 

 

He looked at her with this smug smile that she hated so much. Prya felt herself blush. She had to get out of this situation. She knew she would be completely at his mercy if he turned that thing on again. She should not let this happen. Yet in her mind, her own voice was telling her something else. 

„I...“ she started, „I... think you should.... leave.“ It was all she could muster up, and it was just ridiculous.

 

"Are you sure that’s what you want?" he asked. She actually wanted him to demonstrate the device, but she knew this wasn’t really her idea. She had to be very careful, and first and foremost, she had to get this device as soon as possible. It was right there in his hands. She had to do something before he could continue this twisted game. „I-I mean, of course you shouldn’t leave. We need to finish our demonstration after all. Can I try something before you turn it back on, though?“

 

Smith looked at her with great curiosity and stared her up and down before he asked, „What would that be?“

 

„Can you make me kneel in front of you again? I want to know h-how it feels.“ 

 

Smith seemed relieved. „I sure can. Come over here and kneel.“

 

Prya thought he didn’t phrase it like that before and was relieved that her body didn’t move on her own accord. It seemed like the exact phrasing was important. Just when Smith opened his mouth, she quickly got up at her own free will, walked around her table, and let herself fall on her knees. This time, she felt the pain fully, though, and Smith seemed slightly concerned at her small outcry.

 

„You okay?“ he asked, just when, in a swift moment, Prya grabbed the device out of his hands and jumped back on her feet. She pointed it at him like a weapon and realized she didn’t really know what would happen if she simply turned it on now. Before she could make a jump for the door, though, Smith casually said, „Hold still,“ and her body went stiff and froze.

 

Smith stood up and took the device back. „I thought you might try something like that. You see, that’s why it’s not recommended to turn it off before the brainwashing is completed. I just did this, so I could see you suffer for a tiny bit longer.“

 

Prya's arms were still stretched out in front of her like a weapon. „You can‘t do this to me. P-Please.“ she begged.

 

„There’s another reason. I wanted to ask you something with a clear head. Imagine what I can do with this. Like, really. Let your most horrible expectations run wild for a moment... Now answer me this once more. What are you most afraid of right now?“ 

 

Prya‘s heart was racing fast. She had no choice but to share the horrible images that flooded her mind.

 

„I’m afraid that you're going to use that thing to rape me. I’m afraid that you'll use it to make me cheat on my husband and that you'll make me humiliate myself in front of everyone I know. I’m afraid for my job and that I won’t ever be able to be myself again. I'm afraid you're turning me into some sort of brainwashed sex slave.“ 

 

Prya‘s breathing was fast, and the position she was locked in started to feel humiliating.

 

„Go back to your chair and relax.“

 

Prya found herself once more like a puppet as she was sitting down in her armchair. As soon as she sat down, she started to relax, though. It was the relaxation from stage one she recognized and reminded herself to turn it off. As quickly as it came, she was sober once more. Smith was getting back to his seat. „Thank you for sharing this with me, Prya. I will ensure that all these fears of yours come true. Let’s start with that rape and cheating thing you mentioned. Although it’s not rape if you desperately want it, right?“ 

 

‘click. click. click. click.’

 

***

 

 

***

 

At the instant of the first click, Prya felt the familiar wave of calm and relaxation wash over her as if she had just spent a day relaxing at the beach. The second click was like a faint memory of a daydream she woke up from, mumbling something she couldn’t remember. Another click that made her feel nothing, but she knew her body would once more follow Smith’s instructions without her consent. 

 

Then it clicked once more, and Prya felt a jolt of excitement in no other place than her clitoris. It made her gasp, and then it spread like a swarm of butterflies through her insides. The place where it all started, her clit, started pulsating. She felt warm and fuzzy, and she finally realized what was happening.

 

„You bastard.“ She gazed at Smith. He was the single most handsome man she had ever seen in her life. His eyes were as deep as the ocean, and his gaze at her made her blush. Her clit was throbbing. She was so hot. She was so horny. And her heart betrayed her as she looked at Smith. She fell for him, she realized. She started to care for him deeply. She didn't just want him to fuck her right here and right now. She also wanted to make him feel safe and loved, and she wanted him to feel the same for her. She wanted to be with him. He was... the one. Her soulmate. „This…. This can’t be. It’s not real. It’s impossible!“

 

Smith smiled, and Prya had to look away. She couldn’t take in his beauty anymore.

 

„I know this one must be a bit confusing for you right now. Look at me.“ Prya‘s body once more betrayed her, and actually, she wanted to look at him. She didn’t mind. She felt her chest rise as she breathed and pushed her back a little to emphasize it without even being aware of it. It was primal. „How do you like me now?“

 

A new wave of desire came over her. Prya licked her lips seductively. „I-I want you. It's like... I love you. I can’t believe how strong this feeling is. Oh my gosh, this is so crazy!“

 

Smith smiled, and Prya giggled awkwardly, then shook her head. She was so confused. 

 

„Yes, it’s quite powerful. That’s because it doesn’t just radically change how you feel, but it also adjusts all five senses. It should be virtually impossible for you to resist me now. Let’s see if you can, though. For test purposes.“ He gave her a cheeky grin, and Prya still struggled with what was happening to her. Smith was a sleazy scumbag just a few moments ago. How could he be the same man who was now in front of her?! He hadn’t changed at all. And yet everything about him was perfect. She wanted him so bad, even though she knew this was all coming from the nefarious device in his hand. Her body urged her to stand up, sit on his lap, and make out with him. It would be passionate, perfect bliss. 

 

Prya gulped and shook her head. „Please turn it off. I can’t be like this. This is not right.“

 

„Hang in there, Prya. It’s just a test. We need to see if you can resist me, don’t you agree?“

 

Prya almost squealed at the thought of resisting him, but she had to try at least. „Okay, okay. I agree, of course. I just... want you so bad. But not really. I can‘t think straight, feeling like this.“

 

„I know, honey. But now I need you to focus. Stand up.“

 

Prya‘s legs reacted to the command immediately. She still didn’t like how that felt, and she also knew that how she felt was not actually real. That didn’t help much, though, because every word out of Smith’s angelic mouth was like the sweetest melody.

 

„I will not give you any more commands right now to make this at least a little bit interesting. And I need you to be very aware of the fact that you have a husband that you love and that you actually don’t want to cheat on. Understood?“

 

Prya‘s eyes widened in shock. Kamir! Her husband was still present in her mind and heart. Smith stood up and walked around the desk to stand in front of Prya. The way she felt about Kamir was nothing, though, compared to what she felt for Smith right now. Kamir was a pebble, and Smith was a mountain. Smith put his hand once more on Prya’s cheek, and it felt so good that she was dizzy from the pleasant warmth she felt through his skin. Her eyes rolled into her head, and she moaned quietly through this sensation.

 

When she saw him once more, she whispered, „This is so... unfair.“

 

Smith smiled. „I know. You know it’s not real, though, right?“

 

„Of course I do. This is the most confusing thing that ever happened to me.“

 

„If you want to kiss me, you can go ahead. I’m ready.“

 

Prya looked longingly at his lips. „Of course I do. But I’m trying to resist. I have a husband. This is all fake. I’m not going to kiss you.“ She closed her eyes. Then she heard his angelic voice.

 

„Good girl. I expected nothing less from you. Let’s see if you will at least kiss me back, then.“

 

His hand moved from her face back to her neck and pulled her slightly while she felt him coming closer. Prya opened her eyes, realizing what was happening. Looking at Smith, all those feelings of love and desire once more overcame her, and she naturally leaned in.

 

The moment his lips touched hers, all her thoughts of resistance were screaming at her, but she still opened her mouth, embracing his tongue with hers. It felt so good, so right, so romantic and passionate and perfect. Yet she knew how weak she was, unable to listen to her brain that was telling her to stop. According to her soul, though, they were made for each other. His tongue even tasted delicious and made her never want to let go. Her hands were now caressing his strong chest while he had pushed her bra again to free her breasts. He delicately squeezed them and pinched her nipples. It was rough, but somehow just right. His touch simply felt wonderful, no matter what he did. 

 

Just when she was about to lift up his shirt, he stopped her and ended the kiss. He let go of her but didn’t step back while her arms rested on his shoulders. She said, „Oh, Smith. This is... You are... an amazing kisser.“ He asked, „Better than your husband?“ 

 

„Yes, much better than he ever could be.“ She was compelled to reply honestly, but the reminder of her husband took her back to reality and what the device had done to her. The device was sitting on the table right next to her. 

 

„This was nice," he noted. "I always wondered how you'd be as a lover. Reality beats fantasy so far.“

 

Prya blushed at his compliment but tried to focus again. She could just grab the device and turn it off. That should help her think straight. She snatched it before she could think herself out of it, but just as she was about to spin the wheel back to zero, she heard his voice again.

 

„Wait.“ Her fingers stopped moving. „Do you trust me?“

 

The question surprised Prya, and her heart screamed yes, but her mind knew she didn’t. Not really. „No. I never trusted you, and tonight you proved me right not to. It’s not how I feel on a different level but from a logical standpoint…“

 

„I figured as much.” Smith tilted his head. “Well, that’s going to change. Turn it to 5 now.“ Prya‘s hand moved again.

 

‘click’

 

***

 

 

***

 

Prya felt a familiar sensation of hearing a high-pitched sound that pierced her skull. Her brain felt like pudding, then like cement, then like gas, and then like it ran like water out of her ears. She was unable to see, unable to feel, unable to exist, but then she heard something. A whisper of her own voice.

 

„I believe you. I trust you.“

 

Prya clung to those words because they were the only thing left in the world.

 

„I believe you. I trust you.“

 

Her own voice sounded soothing as it got slightly louder. Prya was relieved that the volume increased. The voice was easier to hear, therefore it was easier to exist. To be alive in this vast emptiness.

 

„I believe you. I trust you.“

 

The voice got louder and louder, and Prya was completely tuned in. She would repeat the words she heard from herself if she had a body.

 

„I believe you. I trust you.“

 

The words got louder and faster. There was no pause between them anymore.

 

„I BELIEVE YOU. I TRUST YOU. I BELIEVE YOU. I TRUST YOU.“

 

„-believe you. I trust you.“ Prya opened her eyes and stared at her empty hand. „Wait... What did I just say?“

 

She looked up to see Smith, device in hand, a winning smile on his face. A gorgeous dream of a man.

 

„You said you believe me and you trust me. We are at stage five, Prya. Things will get much easier now.“

 

Prya nodded, still not sure what just happened to her head. „That‘s a relief. So… what‘s happening now?“

 

„Now I have to tell you something. Please take a seat. Prya dropped back on her chair, curious what he had to say, but still very confused and dizzy. 

 

She still could not wrap her head around how attracted she felt towards him now. She realized her breasts were still pushed over her bra and pulled it up to cover them again. „That’s my seat, Prya.“

 

Prya looked down at the chair. „Oh! I thought... But since when?“

 

„What, don’t you believe me?“

 

Prya stood up. „Of course, I believe you. I just… didn’t know. And why is your chair at my desk anyway?“

 

This was really odd. But if Smith said this was his chair, it must be true, no doubt about it. He wouldn’t lie to her. Smith pointed at the chair in front of the desk. As Prya made her way past him, she felt an incredible urge to throw herself at him once more, but she didn’t. She reminded herself that it was still the device, messing with her, and so she was able to focus. They both sat down, and Smith explained.

 

„This is gonna be my chair, my desk, my office. I will be in charge of this department going forward.“

 

„W-What? Since when?“ 

 

„Well, it’s not official yet, but I am better suited for the job anyway, don’t you agree?“ 

 

„I agree. But... how?“

 

“Simple: I will make you go to our dear CEO tomorrow and recommend me for your position. You'll tell him that you can't do it anymore because you can't handle the responsibility.”

 

„B-But that’s not even true.“

 

“Oh, it is true, Prya. It is true as long as you think it is. And the fact is, that you struggle with the workload and everything you have to do. You simply can’t deal with all the stress. I have been doing most of your job on top of my work for the last few months, but you pretended to have it under control. You can’t keep up this lie any longer. It's true, isn't it?”

 

For a second, Prya almost couldn't comprehend what she was hearing, but she instantly believed every word of it. Smith was right, of course.

 

„Oh my god… y-you’re right. What have I gotten myself into? Oh, that’s horrible… My whole career plan is ruined.“

 

„Don’t worry. I might keep you as my personal assistant.“

 

„Personal assistant? That doesn’t make sense, though. I mean... thanks for the offer, but I am completely overqualified for this sort of work. I’d better find another job at a different company.“

 

„No, Prya. There is nothing else out there for you. This is your only option.“

 

„Oh... " Prya sighed, resigned. She felt so useless. "I... I guess you’re right. But… how did I slip up like this? I used to always be on top of things. I was top of my class. This doesn’t make sense. I just… don’t understand.“

 

„You're just not smart enough to handle this job, Prya. Believe me, no woman could be smart enough to be in this position.“

 

„Well, that’s true, I just thought... I don’t know. I guess you’re right.“

 

„And it’s not so bad, you know? You wouldn't mind being my assistant, would you?“

 

„No, I- it's not that… I really don’t mind. I just liked my old job, it's all.“

 

„I will make sure that you’ll like your new job even more, trust me.“

 

„I trust you, Smith. Of course. Thank you.“

 

„You‘re welcome. Since I’ll be your boss soon, we should talk about your tasks.“

 

„Wait a second. You’re still using that device on me. Can you turn it off, please? At least while we talk about work?“

 

„That’s not necessary. You don’t mind the device being on, right?“

 

„No... I don’t. I just wish I wouldn’t be so horny right now.“

 

„Why don’t you do something about it?“

 

„I don’t want to cheat on my husband. What you made me do earlier was more than enough.“

 

„You will be my personal assistant, Prya. That means you'll have to call me 'Sir'. And stop talking about your husband. It’s getting boring.“

 

„Uhm… okay. I mean, Sir.“

 

„Now stand up and slowly strip naked.“

 

Prya was left with no choice as her body reacted to Smith’s command without her consent. She stood up, slowly unclasped her purple bra, and let it drop to the floor. She didn’t like this lack of control one bit. While she unbuttoned her jeans she realized how wet she still was. Her whole body was still lusting after Smith since the device made it so. She still didn’t want to cheat on her husband, but she was undeniably excited at what he was about to do next to her. She pulled down her pants and followed with her panties. Thus she stood naked in front of her boss.

 

„Good girl,“ he said. „How did that feel?“

 

„I still don’t like being unable to control myself. It’s horrible.“

 

„Oh, really? Then you will be happy to hear that the next step will fix that problem for you.“

 

Prya eyed the device in his hand. „But... how?“ 

 

***

 

***

 

The device made the usual clicking sound, but nothing seemed to have happened at all. Prya still stood naked in front of her chair at her new boss's desk.

 

„Now stand on one leg and put your hands behind your back.“

 

Prya did as she was told, curious about what that was about. She was able to keep her balance with ease before she realized the difference.

 

„Oh! I did it all by myself!“

 

Her body was hers again. What a relief!

 

„Stay like this. I want to take a picture.“ Smith pulled out his phone and directed it at her. Prya was at first not happy about it, but actually, she didn’t really mind, and she also trusted Smith. „Smile.“

 

Prya gave him a cute little smile.

 

„That’s good, Prya. Thank you. Sit down again and start masturbating.“

 

„Yes, Sir.“ She let herself down on the armchair. The Indian woman started touching herself as instructed, but also wanted to know more. „So what does it do? I am completely in control again. Isn’t that kind of the opposite of what it should do?“

 

„At this point, I’m not sure if explaining these things to you is still necessary." Smith chuckled. "I’ll give you a hint: Why are you masturbating right now?“

 

Prya looked down at her. One hand was caressing her breasts, the other started massaging her clit. „I... uhm... You told me to, so I thought you wanted to see and... mhm... I‘m just so horny, you know?“

 

„I know.“

 

„I still don’t understand...“

 

„Well, you not understanding it is kind of the point. Now for the really interesting part: Crawl over here and suck my cock.“

 

Prya smiled coyly, let go of her clit, and let herself down on the floor, where she started crawling around the desk. She was just around the corner when Smith suddenly turned the device off again.

 

***

 

 

***

 

Her brain was hit with a clarity that surprised her. It was like an insanely loud background noise had been turned off, but you had no idea there was a noise before it was gone. Prya looked up at Smith's smiling face. He still looked like the most handsome man on the planet to her. But if she concentrated, she could see behind the veil and get a grasp of how she used to see him. This wasn’t something she could keep up, though. She remembered what she was about to do, why she was crawling on the floor. Prya stopped leaning on her hands and raised her back. She covered up her breasts and her sex with her arms while still on her knees.

 

“That’s enough!”

 

She spoke with a strength in her voice that surprised herself. Even Smith looked impressed, at least for a second. Then his adoring smile came back, and Prya faintly remembered that she used to hate that smile. She used to think it looked sly like a snake, but she wasn’t sure. She had to avoid his gaze again because her pussy was throbbing when she stared too long.

 

“Put that device away, Smith. This is more than just crossing a line. You can not do this to me, do you understand?” 

 

Smith nodded, and she heard his angelic voice. “Of course I understand, Prya. I’m sorry if I overstepped. I thought you wanted this.”

 

Prya licked her lips. She tried to breathe calmly. “I… I do want this, but… no wait. That’s just the device. You completely messed up my brain with that thing, didn’t you?”

 

Smith chuckled darkly. “Not completely, but we’re getting there soon enough. This is the last time I’m talking to the real you, I guess. Any last words?”

 

“Please, Sir, you don’t have to do this. If… If you stop now, I promise I won’t tell a soul, okay?" Prya pleaded. "Whatever happened here doesn’t need to leave the room. Just… stop it, okay?”

 

Smith put his hand on her cheek again, and Prya found herself smiling. It felt so good.

 

“Don’t be scared, Prya. You can do whatever you want. You know that, right? If you want to leave, you can leave. I thought you trusted me.”

 

Prya had to summon all of her mental strength to pull back her face from his touch. 

 

“I do trust you. I really do, but I feel so strange now. I just… need some time to clear my head. And my clothes…”

 

She didn’t really mind being naked right now, but she had a notion that being dressed would make her feel better.

 

Smith nodded and shrugged. “Sure, go ahead.”

 

Prya got up and felt relief as she walked back around the desk to pick up her clothes.

 

“Oh, Prya, can you do me a little favor before you get dressed?”

 

Prya turned around again. “What?”

 

“Remember that you can just say no if you don’t want to. You are so gorgeous… I would be glad if you would just... crawl over here and suck my cock.”

 

Prya was touched by his compliment and didn’t need to think twice about his request. She went down on her knees again and crawled around the desk just like before. She had no doubt in her mind that she was doing this of her own free will, even though he had just said the same thing to her before he turned off the device. She was also in control then, she remembered. It was her choice. Prya arrived in front of him and unbuckled his belt. She wondered for a second if this was part of the device after all, and if she could actually get up and leave now if she wanted to. She considered getting up and leaving and concluded that, yes, she could do so any time. Obviously, she'd suck Smith’s cock first. He was too irresistible.

 

Thanks to the device, he was now the perfect specimen in her eyes. Not just her eyes. As he said, all of her senses were affected. His hard cock didn’t just look perfect in every way; it also felt perfect in her hand, and it tasted better than anything she could ever imagine on her tongue. Prya found herself relishing Smith’s erection in no time. She completely let go of all her inhibitions and took it in deep.

 

The device was off. This was her own doing now. This was her.

 

To her delight, Smith moaned and relaxed in his chair as Prya gave everything in her power to give him pleasure. She really wanted to taste his cum. Smith grabbed her hair and started to deep-throat her. Prya took it gladly, and when he came, it was even better than expected. She wanted to savor the taste longer, but he kept thrusting and pumping, and so she had to swallow fast. It was wonderful nonetheless, and her own pussy was throbbing for more. Never in her life had giving a blowjob been such a turn-on. 

 

Prya kept sucking his half-deflated dick until it actually got hard again. She pulled away, smiled at Smith, and licked her lips. Then she stood up right in front of him and looked down. He leered at her body, and Prya felt good that he approved. The thought of her husband had been disposed of. She was in a primal state of lust, and nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

 

“My turn,” she breathed and put her arms on Smith's shoulders and sat on his lap. “You might be my superior at work going forward, but I’m gonna show you why I'll always be in charge of you.”

 

Prya gave him a cocky smile. She preferred to take charge when it came to sex and hoped this didn’t put him off. She grabbed his dick and gave it a playful squeeze. Just as she wanted to lift her hip to let him slide inside, Smith stopped her with one hand. 

 

“I love how eager you are, but we still have to finish this, Prya.” He held up the device with the other hand.

 

“What? But… I thought we were done with that. I-I told you I don’t want anymore…”

 

Smith moved his hand from her hip to her neck and squeezed slightly, making it hard for her to breathe.

 

“But you agree that we should continue testing, don’t you?”

 

“Yes, I agree.” Prya meant it. Of course, they should continue. She felt like she had forgotten something important, but everything was such a blur now.

 

“Good. Get up.”

 

And Prya stood, towering above him. Smith looked up at her and grinned. “You like to be dominant, don’t you?”

 

“Yeah… Is that a problem?”

 

Smith smiled. “It won’t be in a second."

 

Then he turned the switch of the device.

 

It clicked seven times.

 

***

 

 

***

 

Just like before, Prya felt the sensations of every stage take full effect when Smith turned the dial. The third and sixth clicks didn't do anything. Click seven was very noticeable, however. Instead of being washed over with relaxation or getting crazy horny (two states she was getting used to), she now felt small.

 

Prya looked down at Smith as he sat in the armchair, and it just felt wrong. She shouldn't be taller than him. Before she understood why, she went down on her knees. Back where she was a minute ago when she sucked him off, but this time was different. This was her place.

 

"W-What have you done to me now?" Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

 

Prya never felt this much respect for anyone ever before. Next to Smith, she was a nobody. Dirt on the street. Not worthy of his presence. That's how she felt, but her brain reminded her that this was not reality. Wasn't it?

 

"Now that's better, isn't it?"

 

Prya gulped. She was still absolutely infatuated with him, but she didn't understand what he wanted with scum like her. He held out his fist, and Prya looked at it, confused. Then she understood. She leaned forward, kissed his hand, and bowed her head.

 

"How do you feel now, Prya? Still think you're in charge of me?"

 

Prya shook her head and looked at him with wide eyes. "No! No, Sir, of course not. I am so sorry I said that. I don't know what I was thinking..." 

 

Actually, she did know what she was thinking. She was a dominant woman, after all. This was not like her at all. It was the device, she remembered once again. She wouldn't feel this meek if it weren't for that thing. Alas, she couldn't shake it off. It was as impossible as trying not to sweat in a sauna.  

 

"Very good, little bitch. You're starting to understand your new place. Now turn around, so I can fuck your ass."

 

Prya turned around on all fours. She never had anal sex before. Never wanted it. But it was different now. She didn't mind now. She counted herself lucky that a man like Smith even considered her. She turned her head to see him get up from the chair and kneel behind her.

 

"Before I fuck your dirty Indian asshole, let me ask you something, alright?"

 

Prya blushed but ignored the humiliating insult. She felt like she deserved it. "Yes, Sir?" Pryia asked with a meek and soft voice.

 

"Do you actually like cheating on your husband?"

 

Prya didn't need the reminder. "No, but I can't help it, Sir. You're just... too irresistible to me." She knew the love she felt for him was artificial, but she could not distinguish it anymore at all. It felt real. It was real. She didn't want to be a cheater, and she still loved her husband, but what could she do? It was an impossible situation, and yet she was craving for Smith's cock and his attention.

 

"Great. Let's change your mind about that."

 

He took the device from the table and turned the dial.

 

'click'

 

***

 

 

***

 

When Prya came back from her daydream, she was mumbling something, just like before. And she had, again, forgotten whatever it was. All she knew was that Smith had most likely another way to mess with her head. She didn't mind that, of course. 

 

"There she is!"

 

Smith stood behind her. Prya turned her head again and was quickly aware of her situation. Smith was about to penetrate her backdoor.

 

"Are you ready to get some dick in your ass?"

 

Prya gulped. "I... uhm... yes, but I've never done this before. Please... be careful, okay?"

 

Was he happily surprised? "Oh? Anal virgin, are you? You saved your ass for me all your life, didn't you?"

 

As impossible as that sounded, it was true nonetheless. "Yes, Sir," Prya confirmed meekly. "I've waited for this for so long."

 

Ever since she learned about people having sex that way, she saved her ass for Smith. She didn't even know about him before she started this job, but when she first saw him, she knew he was the one she was waiting for. Yes, it all made sense.

 

"Beg me for it, bitch."

 

Prya didn't hesitate. "Please fuck my asshole, Sir. It's all I want, Sir. Please, please, please!" She begged and stretched her ass out even more, while Smith caressed her back and felt up her heavy boobs, hanging downward to the ground.

 

Finally, he slid inside her. It felt fantastic. There was pain, too, but even that felt good. Prya groaned loudly as he entered her.

 

"Do you like that, you dirty little bitch?"

 

"Yes!" Prya squealed, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

 

He started to move faster. "Do you like cheating on your husband with me?"

 

Prya squealed again. "Yes!" She meant it. "I love it! I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!" She moaned and lost herself while he thrust in her intestines.

 

"Fuck yeah, you dumb bitch!" Smith groaned. " You're my slave now, you understand?"

 

"I do!" It was true. She was his slave. And she loved it.

 

"You're nothing but my fucktoy, my plaything, my personal dirty little Indian whore."

 

Prya let out a deep moan. "YES!" Prya felt how she was losing her old self, but since she could not tell the difference anymore between her original thoughts and those that weren't, she decided to fuck it and not worry about it anymore. What was the point, after all? She was Smith's personal dirty little Indian whore either way. She felt his seed pumping into her ass, and Smith groaned loudly.

 

It took Prya right over the edge.

 

While she moaned, almost drowning in a wave of pleasure and bliss, Smith moved more slowly. Prya felt him slap her butt loudly. Shortly after that, she heard it for the last time.

 

'click'

 

 

***

 

 

***

 

Prya didn’t feel any difference, just heard the click. Smith showed her the device. The handle was pointing at number nine, the last stage. Prya didn’t care anymore. Smith could do whatever he wanted with her. She was meant for this. Smith put the device back on the table and slowly pulled his cock out of Prya’s ass. She felt strange, as if a part of her was missing now.

 

Smith stood up, but Prya remained in her position. It felt wrong to move without Smith’s instruction. 

 

“Turn around.”

 

At his command, Prya crawled back to face him. Smith was sitting on the chair again, looking down at her. Prya could not help but smile. He was so amazing. 

 

“I’m almost done with you. Just a few more things we need to go over.” He put his hand on her cheek. Oh, how she relished the feeling of his touch! “The only thing missing is to humiliate you in front of everyone you know. Oh, I have an idea.”

 

He chuckled and looked so sexy doing it. “You’ll invite all of your family, friends, and coworkers to a party next month. Invite everyone you know.”

 

Prya had no idea where this was going, but of course, she’d do as he said. “Yes, sir.” She simply replied. “Then what?”

 

Smith smiled at her. “Then you'll announce your new career as an OnlyFans model. I want you to make an account and work on it in secret. I want to see the look on your husband's face when you show everyone what naughty things you've been doing behind his back."

 

"Yes, Sir, I'll make sure he won't see it coming." Prya didn't even need to consider. At this point, his words were fate.

 

"You’ll be my sex slave in secret, understood? Nobody can know what I did to you tonight.”

 

“Yes, Sir. I won’t tell a soul.”

 

Smith stood up. “Clean my cock with your mouth. I don’t want it to smell like ass.”

 

Prya licked his cock without hesitation; the bad taste was nothing compared to the pleasure of serving him.

 

“You’ll do anything I say from now on, Prya. Understood?” 

 

“Yes, Sir.”

 

“You know I used this device to brainwash and change you, but you love it, don’t you?”

 

“Yes, Sir. I love all of it. I love you. This is the best day of my life, Sir.”

 

“You’re grateful that I turned you into my slave.”

 

“I am, Sir.”

 

She meant it. She loved it. It was all she wanted.

 

***

 

 

***