Temp Work

Chapter 4

by Modren

Tags: #cw:noncon #D/s #dom:female #f/f #masturbation #pov:bottom #sub:female #unaware

Disclaimer: The following story contains consensual and non-consensual hypnosis and sexual activity. If you are underage, or if these themes make you uncomfortable, consider yourself warned. The characters and situations depicted below are fictional, and they should remain that way. The author does not condone any non-consensual sexual activity.

“Well, hello again, Rammy!”

Ramona did a double-take when she walked in and saw Qiang, now wearing a black sleeveless turtleneck and skirt instead of the workout gear from yesterday. What the fuck?! Why is she here? “H-Hi! Didn’t know you, uh, worked here!”

“And I didn’t know you worked here, either,” Qiang lied. “I mean, what are the odds? Out of all the pornography studios in this town, we both wind up at the same one?”

Are there really that many porn studios here? “Yeah, it’s crazy! So, what’re you shooting today?”

“I believe it’s a JOI video with a hands-free orgasm trigger. Not necessarily my thing, but it’s a pretty reliable subgenre for us.”

“That sounds cool!” Ramona had no idea what any of that meant, but she wanted to seem nice by feigning enthusiasm. “So who are you doing it with?”

“Oh, it’s a solo shoot. The audience seems to prefer me when I’m giving them orders, not another actress.” Qiang shrugged. “I mean, I’d love to play around with some of the other girls here, but I guess that’s my niche.”

“Can’t say I blame you, everyone I’ve met so far has been pretty…” Ramona blushed. “Um, cute.”

Qiang stepped closer to Ramona, towering over her. “You don’t have to play coy. You work in a pornography studio, it’s only natural you’d get a little…” She leaned down and whispered in Ramona’s ear. “Worked up.”

Ramona felt her cheeks burning. “I-I, um. Um.”

“Oh, you’re adorable when you’re flustered,” Qiang chuckled. She leaned closer and closer, and Ramona swore their lips would touch-

“Hey, Qiang! Get on the fukkin’ set already!”

Qiang scowled and spun on her heels, glaring at Jess. “You don’t have to shout.”

Jess rolled her eyes and shut the door to the stage behind her.

Qiang sighed. “I’d love to stay and play, Rammy, but I’m afraid I’m needed on set.”

“Oh… right.” Ramona’s heart sank. She walked over behind the desk as Qiang headed backstage.

Just before she closed the door, though, Qiang paused and looked over at Ramona. “Oh, almost forgot. The gym I go to gave me a free 30-day trial to give out for being a loyal customer.” She pulled out a small black business card. “Honestly, though, I don’t know anyone who might need it. Would you be interested?”

“Gym membership?” Ramona scratched the back of her head. “I dunno, I could probably stand to lose a few pounds.”

Qiang set the card down on the desk and smiled. “Then it’s all yours. I’m going to be heading there tonight. Maybe I’ll see you there?”

Ramona’s mind turned back to yesterday, when she first met Qiang in the mall. God, she was so sexy in that sports bra… and those yoga pants… fuck, I’m so gay…

“Rammy!” Qiang snapped. “Are you going to be there tonight?”

“Um, y-yeah!” Ramona stammered, shaking the cobwebs out of her mind and wiping a bit of drool off her chin. “I’ll see you tonight, right after my shift’s done!”

Qiang grinned. “Good girl.” As she slipped backstage and closed the door, she heard Ramona moan and chuckled to herself.

Ramona pulled out the business card and squinted at it. “Well, this is the place.” She looked up at the imposing building in front of her, a sleek, modern structure of glass and stainless steel. “Way fancier than I expected… I probably won’t be able to afford a membership once this trial’s expired.” Maybe I can fuck Qiang for a discount… Wait, what? Where did that come from?

She shook her head and walked into the building. The interior wasn’t quite as sleek as the exterior, but it still had the air of high class, and high cost. In front of her was a desk with someone sitting behind it; to her right, a large room full of exercise equipment; and to the left, a door with black-out curtains covering the window. She went over to the front counter and presented the business card.

The man behind the counter was tall, broad-shouldered, the exact kind of guy one would expect worked at a gym. He took the card from Ramona’s hand and walked her through the registration process. After a few minutes, he handed her a membership card and pointed her in the direction of the locker rooms, down at the far right.

Ramona walked past rows and rows of treadmills, almost all of them used by a fit, attractive person that made her feel more than a little self-conscious. She wasn’t fat, but she definitely wasn’t as in-shape as she could be. She shrugged it off and made her way to the locker room. She set her old duffel bag down on a bench and opened up a locker, quickly getting undressed and slipping on her workout gear: an old pair of sweatpants and a slightly-too-big t-shirt. Not the sexiest outfit in the world, but it’ll work.

Once she was changed and her other clothes were safely stored in the locker, she went back out into the main room and found an open treadmill. Oh, cool, this one’s got pre-set workout things. Let’s see… I think 30 minutes should be good? She shrugged and punched in the time, and chose the preset marked “Calorie Burn.” The treadmill started up, and Ramona tried to keep up with it.

The more she tried, though, the less she wanted to. Before long, she felt a sheen of sweat over her entire body, her legs turning to jelly, her lungs aching. She hit the pause button, certain that she must be nearing the end of her routine. She took a few moments to catch her breath, then checked the timer. “What?! Only eight minutes!” Ramona groaned and slumped over the side of the treadmill. God, it’s even worse than I thought… I’m so out of shape…

“Ah, I see you accepted my offer.”

Ramona turned her head to the side and silently cursed herself. Dammit… of course Qiang has to show up now, when I’m fucking winded and look like a dying fish. She gave a weary smile and tried not to look embarrassed. “Hey… How’re you doing?”

Qiang smiled back. She was in an outfit similar, but not identical, to the one she had on yesterday, and a pair of what looked like wireless earbuds on her head. “Oh, I’m fine,” she said, wiping her brow with a towel. “Just doing a light 3-mile jog, then some deadlifts. You?”

“Light 3-mile jog?” Christ, this lady isn’t human! “Oh, y’know, just, uh… running. I guess.”

The other woman peered over at the treadmill’s display. “Oh, that looks intense. You feeling alright, Rammy?”

“Y-Yeah…” Ramona tried to stand, but her leg seized up and she fell on her ass, letting out a small yelp of pain. She buried her head in her hands. “…Totally fine.” Kill me now.

Ramona felt a strong arm hook around her torso and pull her up. “C’mon,” Qiang said, “let’s get outta here.” Ramona wanted to fight, but she felt too tired to do anything. She saw the other patrons of the gym giving them dirty looks and blushed hard.

They walked past the front desk and over to the door with the curtains. Qiang swiped a card next to the handle and the door unlocked. Ramona thought she saw the guy at the desk nod to Qiang, but she wasn’t sure.

The room beyond the door was dark, illuminated only by the indirect glow of a projector screen at the far end, showing a collection of nature shots. The image reflected off a small handful of treadmills and exercise bikes. “What’s this?” Ramona asked.

“Private theater for platinum members. And guests.” Qiang sat Ramona down on the floor, her legs stretched out in front of her, and handed Ramona a bottle. “Here, take this. You’re probably dehydrated.”

“Thanks.” Ramona took the bottle and drank from it like a baby.

“Don’t mention it,” Qiang chuckled.

Ramona took a swig and noticed the eerie silence in the room. “Um, is the sound muted?”

“Hm?” Qiang looked over at the screen. “Oh, yes. You have to wear headphones to hear the video feed. Would you like to use mine?”

“Oh, I don’t want to impose-”

“Nonsense!” Qiang handed Ramona her earbuds. “These are really cool, actually. They stimulate the cheekbones and send sound directly to the inner ear, so you can hear your music without drowning out everything around you.”

“Huh?” Ramona raised an eyebrow. “Does that really work? Sounds like some sci-fi crap…” She took the earbuds and placed it around the back of her head. Sure enough, she could hear relaxing music, even though the speakers weren’t on her ears. “Wow, that’s cool.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Qiang smiled. “Oh, do you mind if I take your shoes off?”

Ramona raised an eyebrow. “Uh… why?”

“I’d like to give you a leg massage. Helps with circulation, and if nothing else it’ll help with the soreness.”

“Do you offer leg massages to everyone you meet at the gym?”

“Only the cute ones,” Qiang grinned.

“Um!” Ramona blushed. “S-Sure!”

“Good girl.” Ramona shivered. Qiang slipped off Ramona’s tennis shoes and carefully placed them down on the floor. “Now, I’d like you to lay down for me, Rammy. Just lie on your back and try to get comfortable.”

Ramona laid back and gave Qiang a thumbs-up. “Okay, go for it.”

Qiang responded by holding Ramona’s foot and gently kneading her sole with her thumbs, applying firm but never uncomfortable amounts of pressure. Hm… this isn’t that bad. The two women stayed in silence for a moment. …Well, this is awkward. I guess she isn’t one for small talk, but… “So, um… how’d you end up at Savanna’s Delights?”

“Oh, that’s a funny story.” Qiang moved up to the ball of Ramona’s foot. “See, before I worked for Savanna, I was a masseuse at this place in town. Really high-end, expensive. And I was good at it.”

Yeah, no kidding… Ramona sighed softly, letting her eyes slip shut. This feels great…

“One day, these two women come in. Tall, drop-dead gorgeous, with an air of superiority and dominance. I was assigned both of them, and I started working my magic. But I was more nervous than usual. It threw me off my game.”

“Why…” Ramona swallowed. Her mouth felt like it was full of cotton. “Why were you nervous?”

“Because I’d seen them before.” Qiang started rubbing Ramona’s calf, moving up her leg in long, upward strokes. “You could call me a fan, I suppose.”

“You mean you’re into that hypnosis stuff?”

“Mhm. There’s just something so undeniably erotic about watching someone being hypnotized. Have you seen any of Savanna’s videos?”

Ramona languidly shook her head no.

Qiang smiled sweetly. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to do my best to describe it. To me, the best inductions are the covert ones. Where the subject doesn’t even realize what’s happening to them until it’s too late. Those were the ones that were always hottest to me, anyway.”

How could someone not know they were being hypnotized? Ramona rolled her eyes. Whatever. I shouldn’t be rude, she’s doing this nice thing for me after all.

“It always starts with the hypnotist coaxing the subject into a relaxed state. They’d start subtly at first. Making the subject feel safe and comfortable, so they trust the hypnotist. I think it’s the betrayal of the trust that makes covert inductions so sexy. I know that sounds a bit dark, but, well, sometimes dark things can white-hot.”

Ramona nodded, only half paying attention. She let Qiang’s ramblings go in one ear and out the other, focusing instead on the sensation of the other woman’s hands on her leg and the soft, relaxing music playing through the earbuds. Qiang was steadily moving up Ramona’s calves to her thighs, careful not to apply too much pressure to Ramona’s knees.

“Soon, the subject is made open and pliable,” Qiang continued. “That’s when the hypnotist makes their move. They bring the subject deeper, and deeper, and deeper still. Sometimes the subject realizes that something is off, but more often than not, they’re hopelessly outmatched. They’re brought down into trance, and the hypnotist sculpts them into something new.” She was at Ramona’s hip now, and noted with a smile the slight damp patch at Ramona’s crotch. “That’s what Savanna did to me.” She looked down at her toned, defined muscles and smirked. “Well, perhaps ‘chiseled’ is more appropriate.”

Qiang moved to Ramona’s other leg, starting again at the foot. “She and Miss Gloria came into the massage parlor, and I almost fainted right there on the spot. They could both tell how nervous I was, but only Savanna put the pieces together. She knew, from the moment she saw me, what I truly was.” Her eyes fluttered as the memory replayed in her mind. “Sh-She dropped me, with one of the triggers from her videos. It was just for a moment, a tease, poking fun at the shy girl, but…” She bit her lip and gasped. “God, it made me so fucking wet…”

Ramona shifted slightly and groaned, and Qiang pulled herself back to reality. “Focus,” she murmured. “Don’t fuck this up again.” She began rubbing Ramona’s calf and cooed, “Relax, Rammy… relax and open your eyes.”

The other woman’s eyes opened just a crack, but that was all Qiang needed. Rammy’s body went completely slack as her gaze locked on to the spiral pattern displayed on the projector screen.

“Good girl,” Qiang purred. She gave up the pretense of the leg massage and gave Ramona’s pussy a slow, sensuous rub through her sweatpants. “Stare deep into the spiral now. Deeper and deeper down. Back to that comfortable, familiar, blissful feeling of emptiness, of openness. Empty and open for mommy.”

“Eh… Empty…” Rammy murmured. “Open…”

Qiang pulled down Rammy’s sweatpants and panties, grinning at how soaked Rammy was already. “Oh, you’re doing so well. You know that being entranced makes you horny, makes you wet. Nothing compares to this, Rammy. Nothing else can make you feel this good.”

“NothING-” Rammy gasped as Qiang’s fingers slid into her.

“That’s it,” Qiang said. She laid down next to Rammy, one hand between Rammy’s legs, the other gently stroking her hair. “And when you’re entranced, everything else feels better, too. You’re so much more sensitive. Doesn’t this feel so wonderful, Rammy?”

“Y-Yes…” Rammy gasped. “W-Wonderf-ful…” Her thighs squeezed together around Qiang’s hand, a delightful collection of whimpers and moans escaping her lips.

Qiang chuckled. “Oh, I can see why Mistress wants you so badly. I feel like the big bad wolf; just one little puff and your mind falls apart like straw.” She kissed Rammy on the forehead and whispered, “Cum for mommy.”

Rammy’s eyes rolled back into her head. “Yes, mommy!” she howled, as her mind sank into darkness.

“So, do you think you’re up for something else?”

Rammy blinked. It felt like her mind had suddenly been jolted awake. But that’s silly. I just spaced out, that’s all. “Um, I guess… what do you have in mind?”

Qiang smiled. “Well, I was thinking of squats. It’ll help out your leg muscles without being as intense on the cardio front.”

“I…” Rammy shook her head. Something about this didn’t feel quite right. But that’s silly, I can trust her! I can always trust my coworkers. “Sure!” she beamed.

“Wonderful.” Qiang reached into Rammy’s duffel bag and attached a suction-cup dildo on the ground, applying a bit of lube to its surface. “Now, you’re gonna need to remove your pants for this.”

“Of course!” Rammy wasted no time slipping off her sweatpants and folding them neatly on the floor. Gosh, they’re all damp. Guess I really worked up a sweat earlier! She made her way over to the dildo. Once Qiang was done lubing it up, she carefully slid onto it, shifting her position slightly until it felt comfortable. “Hm… a little small, isn’t it?”

“We don’t want to push you too far just yet,” Qiang reassured her. “Especially after how winded you got earlier.”

Rammy nodded. “Makes sense to me! So, how many reps should I do?”

Qiang chuckled. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. I’ll count for you.”

Wow, that’s kinda rude. But whatever, mommy knows best. Rammy shrugged began to slide up and down the silicone shaft. She tried to go lower down, but it made her calves hurt like hell, so she settled on slight, shallow thrusts.

“Oh, no,” Qiang said, “you need to go all the way down.”

“What?” Rammy pouted. “C’mon, that’s just mean!”

“Is that so?” Qiang grabbed Rammy’s chin and stared deep into her eyes. “Are you saying you know better than me?”

“N-No, mommy…” Rammy squeaked, her indignation melting under Qiang’s gaze.

“That’s what I thought.” Qiang let go of Rammy’s face and patted her on the head. “Now, do it properly.”

Rammy nodded meekly. “Yes, mommy.” She slid all the way down the dildo, wincing slightly at the sharp sting in her calves. But as she did more and more reps, the less she noticed it, and the better she felt. She even managed to hit her G-spot a few times, which made her feel really good. By the time Qiang told her to stop, her head buzzed with a pleasant, lightheaded sensation.

Qiang gave Rammy a peck on the cheek and smiled warmly. “Now, didn’t that feel good?”

“Yes…” Rammy’s eyelids fluttered. “But… c-can I please cum?”

“Not yet, silly. First we need to do our cooldown!” Qiang motioned to the treadmills. “I think a 10-minute walk should be fine.”

“Mmm… Whatever you say, mommy.” She better let me cum after this, though. Rammy got on a treadmill, but Qiang grabbed her hand before she could press the start button.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Qiang asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Um…” Rammy scratched the back of her head. “No?”

Qiang rolled her eyes. “C’mon, Rammy! Everyone knows that you can’t go for a good walk without your plug!”

“My…” Rammy’s eyes widened. “Oh, my plug! Of course! God, how could I forget that!” She rummaged through her bag and procured the anal plug, applied a bit of lube, and slid it in. “Mmph! Bit bigger than I remembered it being.” She got back on the machine. “Okay, mommy, I’m ready!”

“Good girl,” purred Qiang.

Rammy almost lost her balance when the machine started, her whole body shuddering in delight at Qiang’s words. But she bounced back pretty quick, and settled into a slow, relaxing pace. “So, why exactly do we need to do this?”

“After a good workout,” Qiang explained, “your heart is beating pretty fast, your body temperature is higher, and your blood vessels are dilated. So if you just stop, you could end up feeling sick or even pass out. The cooldown helps our bodies adjust.”

“Wow, I had no idea. You sure do know your stuff.”

“You can thank Savanna for that. She made sure I know my stuff, said it helps with the ‘verisimilitude’ or whatever.”

I don’t even know what that is. Rammy shrugged and got back to walking. The plug felt a tad uncomfortable, but she could get used to it. She heard Qiang’s phone unlock, and peered over at her. “What’re you looking- oh!” She gripped the sides of the treadmill as the plug suddenly buzzed to life, sending a wave of pleasure rippling through her.

Qiang smirked. “Stimulation helps your muscles warm up. Didn’t you know that?”

Weren’t we… supposed to be cooling… Rammy’s eyes slipped shut as a soft moan escaped her lips. The buzzing in her head grew louder – or was that the plug? It was so hard for her to concentrate. Her mind felt sticky, like a piece of chocolate that had been left out in the sun too long. Body gets hard… mind gets soft…

“Keep it together, Rammy,” Qiang said mockingly. “We still have 9 minutes to go.”

“N-Nine… oh…” Rammy opened her eyes again and walked, the sensation in her ass dulling her mind into a horny, obedient haze. Her cunt dripped onto the rubber belt. Her jaw eventually went slack, drool spilling out onto her top, but she paid it no mind. Mommy had told her to walk, so that was all she needed to be concerned with.

The anal plug gently increased and decreased in intensity the longer Rammy walked. When it was weaker, the fog in her mind would dissipate somewhat; it was still hard to think, but it was more like treading through water instead of molasses. She realized, slowly, that Qiang was the one controlling the plug, but then the buzzing became stronger and the thought was lost.

Finally, the treadmill slowed to a stop. Rammy stood still, staring off into space, as Qiang turned off the plug. She waved a hand in front of Rammy’s eyes, but the brain-fried woman didn’t respond at all. “Hm. Rammy, are you still in a deep trance for me?”

“Yes, mommy,” Rammy said softly. Her voice was blank and monotone, just as it had been when Qiang programmed her.

“Then stay that way, until I tell you to wake up.” Qiang smacked Rammy playfully on the ass and grinned. “You’re going to wear that plug every day to work. You won’t think anything of it; it will seem like perfectly natural part of your morning routine, just like putting on makeup. And by the way, no more panties. Ever. A slut like you needs to be ready at a moment’s notice. Understood?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Good girl. Now, just one more thing.” Qiang leaned in close, staring directly into Rammy’s mindless gaze. “What is your name?”

“I’m…” Rammy blinked, slowly. Qiang could almost see steam coming out of her ears as a thought forced itself into existence. “My name is… Rammy…”

Qiang smiled. “Wake up, Rammy.”

gloria’s face was between Savanna’s thighs when Qiang returned to the studio. It always gave Qiang goosebumps, seeing a woman she’d fantasized about submitting to for so long made into yet another obedient slave, the demeanor of the strict, proper teacher melting into mindless adoration.

Savanna didn’t even look up when Qiang entered the room. “Is it done?”

“Yes,” Qiang replied. “See for yourself.” She tossed Savanna her phone, and Savanna smiled through the surveillance camera video of Qiang and Rammy’s tryst.

“Mmm…” Savanna licked her lips. “And her name?”

“She’s Rammy now. And I’m her mommy.”

“Are you?” Savanna raised an eyebrow.

Qiang paused. “Um… was that not part of our arrangement? I mean, she will be subservient to you above all, but-”

“It was part of our arrangement, yes.” Savanna pressed her foot into gloria’s chest and pushed her to the floor, rising up and walking towards Qiang. “But, I’ve been having second thoughts. Why should she be mine and yours, when she could belong to all of us?”

“You mean… what, making her the office cum dump?”

Savanna chuckled. “That’s a touch crass, but yes. What do you think, gloria?”

“Whatever you command, Mistress,” gloria moaned from the floor.

“But, Savanna…” Qiang furrowed her brow. “I thought-”


Qiang dropped to her knees before she even knew what was happening. Savanna cupped her cheek, and she shivered. “Look at you,” Savanna said. “I took you and made you stronger, but in the end, you’re still lack the control to have a slave of your own.”

“No… I…”

Savanna hooked her thumb into Qiang’s mouth and laughed as the fit, muscular woman sucked on it automatically. “It’s alright. I still love you as much as any of my other slaves. But it’s time for you to face reality. You’re just not cut out to be a domme.”

“Mistress…” Qiang gasped.

“There there.” Savanna knelt down and kissed Qiang on the lips before producing a silver pocketwatch from her pocket. She let it fall from her hand and dangle on its chain, delighting in the way Qiang’s gaze immediately zeroed in on it. “Down.”

giang’s jaw dropped. “Down…”

Author’s note: I would like to thank Madeleine Wechsler for commissioning this story.

I’d also like to take a moment to mention Carefully Random’s Discord server and the Mind Control Literature Discord server, which are both wonderful communities of erotica writers and readers. I’ve also opened up my own Discord server, which you can join here.

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