Linda was happy to be back at her office after a long vacation, and while she had enjoyed it. A part of her couldn’t wait to get back to work. 

Her patients had been waiting for her and her schedule was almost full for the day. 

Except for a small break that she didn’t remember having before she left. 

It simply said “Service break.” 

Linda didn’t remember putting that in, but the break was there and for some reason, she didn’t feel like moving it or taking it away. After some consideration, she decided that a small break was not a bad thing. 

As she sat down and logged her hours into the computer, the patients began to arrive. 

The usual, a married woman complained that her husband was not paying attention to her. The professional who kept complaining about his mother. The millennial girl dealing with her anxiety. And the young man who was trying to get better at talking with girls. 

Progress was not lineal, but she was glad that her patients kept improving, if little by little. 

Before she knew it, time flew by and her computer alerted her that it was the last patient for the time, now it was time for her “service break” whatever that was. 

She closed down the laptop and took a deep breath.

Linda rubbed the bridge of her nose, stretched her arms and legs, and began her usual ritual. 

It kicked in without thinking, she got up from the chair. Took off the vest she was wearing, her light pink blouse. 

She lowered the zipper of her pants and took them off, carefully hanging all of her clothes in the little closet of her office.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing black lingerie that she didn’t remember buying, but she looked good in it. 

There were discreet tan lines over her breasts where she wore the bikini and over her waist. They contrasted with the demi-bra and thong she was wearing along with the fishnet stockings that she didn’t remember wearing under her professional outfit. 

She took her phone out and posed in front of the mirror. She took one picture and hit send. 

She was ready for her next appointment. 

For her service break.

She walked to the desk and found on the first drawer a simple egg vibrator, with little effort she pushed it inside her pussy that was already getting wet.

Her phone vibrated. A text message, “I’m almost there, keep the glasses, and get on your knees, Slut.” 

Linda shivered and wrote, “Yes, master”

A hand ran over her body. Her body moved on automatically as her mind drifted off. Her fingers found her clit and she began to rub as she knelt to her knees in front of the door. 

The door opened, she recognized him immediately, Luis, the security guard of the building. He gave her a cocky smile and walked into her office. 

“Good girl,” he said and squatted in front of her, he cupped her chin and she felt a shiver go down her back as his hand drifted down her neck. “Good girl,” he repeated just as his hand touched her breasts. 

“Thank you, Master,” She moaned the moment she felt his hand pull on her nipples. 

“Come here, slut,” he said and walked to her desk. “Crawling.” 

Linda felt her body move, she obeyed without thinking. She couldn’t say no. 

Luis sat at her desk and pulled out his cock. “Suck.” 

It was almost instinctive, Linda opened her mouth, her tongue hanging out, and with ease, she took him whole down her throat. 

Luis moaned and grabbed her head, pushing his cock as deep as he could, “Fuck,” he grunted, “Can’t believe I got this lucky.” 

Linda kept going, her mind had shut down at that point, and she was just focusing on his pleasure. On her pleasure. 

As she was getting her mouth fucked, her hands kept playing with her clit and tits. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and everything else quieted down. She was a pleasure doll in that moment. 

“Fuck,” he groaned again, “I missed you, don’t ever go again without asking, understand slut?” 

Linda recognized the order, there was a simple grunt of recognition as the order took hold inside her mind. 

“Just as I found out about your little meditation sessions, you decide to leave on a fucking vacation.”

There was a part of Linda’s mind that recalled what he was talking about. The night when she decided to stay overnight working, looking over the files, trying to find something that would help her patients. 

But she was stressed out, so she tried the guided meditation her former mentor had sent her. She relaxed and began playing the file on the computer. 

Breathing slowly. 

Relaxing. 

Listening to her voice as he guided her. 

She got lost in the moment, following her instructions. The way her mentor’s sultry voice told her to undress, to obey the instructions. 

She felt safe, and as always, she sank into her control. Linda became pliant and obedient, just as her mentor had always wanted her…

But she forgot to close the office door. 

Luis was simply doing his rounds. He was checking everyone had left, that no one had sneaked in and was stealing office equipment, he was making sure the lights were off. 

He saw the lights on Linda’s office, he heard the soft voice of Doctor Linda muttering something over and over again. 

He even knocked on the door before reaching for the door. 

It was a simple coincidence. 

Luis excused himself and even apologized and almost closed the door when he realized what she was saying. 

“I’m your pleasure slave. I will submit and obey. I was made to serve and please. 

Luis stopped in his tracks. He walked in. Linda didn’t even move, it was like he was invisible. He watched her, legs spread over the chair, pressing a bullet vibe against her clit and playing with her tits. 

“You’re my pleasure slave?” Luis said, taking a tentative step toward the doctor. 

Linda moaned, her eyes locked into him. She finally recognized his presence and her mind began to rewrite the programming her mistress left. She rubbed harder and echoed “I’m your pleasure slave.”

Luis gulped down. He didn’t understand what was going on, but this gorgeous and intelligent woman didn’t stop touching herself when she saw him, she seemed even more eager than before. She was drooling and moaning, looking directly at him. 

She was enjoying herself, she was enjoying being watched. And she was… was she begging?

“My pleasure slave?” He repeated, “mine?” 

Linda moaned, she bit her lip, and said, “Your pleasure slave. Yours.”

She spread her legs wider, her pussy fully open for him, an invitation. She felt empty and needy. There was nothing else in her mind but the desire to be filled, to fulfill her purpose. To serve and please.

“I will submit and obey. I will serve and please.” She said with a soft voice that was dripping with desire. 

Luis felt something snap inside him. He gulped down and said. 

“On your knees, now.” 

Linda complied, but she didn’t stop touching herself, she was getting closer and closer to the orgasm. 

“Doctor Linda,” Luis said as he pulled out his cock, “Would you suck my cock?” 

Linda didn’t move. She had an option, she didn’t know what to do. 

Luis watched her panting, her hands playing with her pussy and her tits. But he recognized the confusion in her eyes. 

“Suck my cock.” He ordered. 

And Linda crawled to him, taking him in. She had never taken a cock before. She was used to licking her Mistress pussy. She had barred her from any other relationship… until now. 

It was sloppy, but Luis was enjoying the most of it. He guided her, he loved her lips in a perfect O shape, her tongue massaging his cock. 

He grabbed her face, caressing the locks of her hair, pushing himself deeper into her throat, with a grunt and some effort he took his cock out of her mouth. At the same time, it was too much and not enough. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, “I want you.” He said and lifted her from the floor, only to bend her over her desk. “Do you want me?” He said, tentatively.

Linda was unsure, she had never been asked, “I… want… you…?” 

Luis bit his lip and took that as a yes. He grabbed Linda by the waist and with a single thrust he began to fuck her. 

Linda yelped, moaned, her mind taking his cock’s shape as the same words of her mantra echoed inside her mind, “I’m your pleasure slave. I will submit and obey. I was made to serve and please.” With each thrust, she moaned those words over and over. 

His hands ran up her body, one hand groping her tits, the other going up her back, fingers grasping her hair into a ponytail. Linda moaned and felt the pleasure build up inside her. 

“How long have you been doing this?” He groaned as he fucked her, “How long have you wanted to be found like this?”

Linda was not used to being questioned, but she answered earnestly and without thinking. “Months. Don’t know.”

Her conscious mind would not have been able to answer either of those questions. But at that moment she was an open book, she would answer anything no matter how intimate. 

Luis got harder, grabbing thrusting harder and deeper, “You’re such a slut.” He said. 

“I’m a slut. I’m a slut. I’m a slut.” Linda repeated his words and they took hold in her mind. 

“You’re MY slut.” He added, biting her neck. 

Linda moaned, old commands being overwritten, “I’m Your Slut. I’m Your Slut. I’m Your Slut.” One hand was grabbing the edge of the desk, the other rubbed her clit as she rode the waves of pleasure from Luis fucking her cunt. 

She rubbed and felt him imprinting in her mind, making her His. Getting closer and closer, a part of her knew that the moment he came, the moment she came, she would become His slave, His slut, His property. 

His cock twitched inside her pussy, it went it and out, rubbing her just right, against her G-spot, thrusting hard and fast. He was breathing fast and she knew, instinctively, that he was close. 

Linda’s hand gripped the desk and she rubbed harder, her tits flat against the desk. She felt one hand grabbing her possessively from the waist, the other still around her ponytail, she felt she was being ridden like a mare. 

Luis grunted, his cock twitched and after a deep thrust, he pulled out, releasing his seed all over her back. The moment his warm cum hit her skin, she felt her own orgasm reach a peak. 

She rubbed hard, fast, and felt her body explode, her eyes turning white and everything turning dark for a second as her mind was re-written and her whole being accepted him as her new Master. 

Luis ran a hand over her back. 

“You want to keep doing this?” He said without knowing what had just happened. 

Linda breathed, her mind echoing his words. “I want to keep doing this,” she said between ragged breaths as his hand ran down her back. 

“I’ll be coming by every day, if you want.” He said with a smile.

“I…want…” was all Linda could muster in that state of post-orgasm stupor, still taking in his new programming. 

He chuckled and slapped her ass playfully, “You are my slut now, you better be ready for me, doctor.”

Luis caressed her hair and his hand ran down, gently stroking her back until static came from his radio followed by, “Luis! Where the fuck are you!?” 

He almost tripped over as he rushed to get the radio and answer, still half hard, “Sorry, I was just…” he took a look at Linda still bent over the desk, breathing softly and gently stroking her cunt, “I just had to take care of something. I will be back soon.”

Linda was slowly coming back, her mind still foggy and fuzzy. She was taking in all the orders and making sense of everything. 

“See you soon,” Luis said pulling up his pants and realized there was a camera pointed her way, “and doctor?”

Linda sat down, and looked at him well for the first time, “Hmm?” She said still touching her tender pussy. 

“Send me a copy of that video.” Luis said before opening the door, “I want to rub one off to this later, and I know you will too.”

That final order hit her, “Yes, Master.” She said as Luis closed the door. 

Memories of her mistress drifted off. She was his slut now. Her conscious mind wouldn’t remember most of it, but she would be rubbing herself to that video over and over, from then on. 

Luis became more careful, his orders coming from text messages, choosing her clothes and the time when they could be alone together. She wasn’t supposed to remember anything consciously, but Linda obeyed, always replying only with a “Yes, Master.”

Deep inside she knew her place. On her knees, at his feet, serving, obeying, and submitting. She was his pleasure slave. 

His slut.

That is until she replied with a text asking her to meet her after work, at her place.