“With all the data breaches and cyber attacks that have been in the news lately, are you concerned that Mandotek might be at risk?”

Alexis Mandor smiled. “That’s a question that falls into Ms Kerrison’s field of expertise, so I’ll turn the microphone over to her.”

The CEO stood aside, and Jeri turned and stepped toward the lectern. She moved with the style and precision of a soldier on a parade ground.

As Jeri began to describe the various cybersecurity and personnel precautions the corporation had been implementing, Alexis eyed her and allowed herself to daydream. Her severely tailored gunmetal-grey tunic and slacks, accessorized with a broad black leather belt and matching boots, gave her the look of a firm no-nonsense Chief of Security. Officially, that was the purpose of the image she was projecting. The contrast with the scruffy hacker she’d been a few months earlier underscored the fact that turned those skills to the service of corporate security.

Unofficially, Alexis was enjoying the payoff on the idea she’s had when she’d first converted Jeri into her plaything. She enjoyed tearing away her pet’s butch martinet veneer and establishing her own dominance all over again with a single command. The thrill of bending Jeri to her will all over again had only grown stronger in the four months since she’d first captured her.

Her gaze focused on the corporate logo insignia pinned to Jeri’s high collar. To the rest of the world, it was simply a symbol of affiliation; to her, it was a mark of ownership.

She realized that Jeri was finished speaking and snapped out of her reverie just in time to field the next question.

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Alexis walked into her private elevator and fought off the temptation to push the button that would take her direct to her penthouse suite. After three hours of making vacuous conversation with vacuous people, she would have preferred to get out of this dress, have a drink, and collapse into bed.

However, Jeri had sent her a message saying that there was something she needed to see ASAP. She pressed the button and squelched a yawn as she headed for her office.

Oh, well, at least it had given her an excuse to ditch the party before she got so bored that she dozed off in public. The paparazzi would have a field day with something like that.

The elevator door opened. A few steps away was the door to her office. “All right, what’s so important that it couldn’t wait....”

Jeri was sitting in her chair, with her feet on the desk and an insufferable smirk on her face. “Come here and I’ll show you.”

Alexis strode toward the desk. Was Jeri craving harsher discipline than she usually dished out, and putting on this insolent display to earn it? Well, if so, she’d get her wish....

As she stepped up to the desk, the triple monitors rotated to give her a clear view of the displays. They showed diagrams and descriptions of the dream projector. One window showed detailed notes about the plan to lure Jeri into a trap and subject her to the brainwashing process. Another showed hidden-camera video of Jeri’s lesbian initiation.

Wide awake now, fighting down panic, Alexis stared at the displays. Those files should have been completely inaccessible to anyone but her!

“You can take the hacker off the street, but you can’t take the street out of the hacker,” Jeri quipped. “I got curious, so I started looking for interesting secrets that weren’t showing up at my level of admin access. It took weeks to get access to your private files, but I finally found these a few days ago.”

Alexis gathered herself. “What do you intend to do about it?” she asked, managing to maintain a calm level tone.

“So far, I’ve uploaded the files to three different secure servers. Nobody else has seen them... and if you give me what I want, nobody else will.”

“How much?” It was the obvious and least painful option for getting out of this mess.

“Oh, I don’t want more money. I’ve already siphoned off enough to set myself up for life, and you never even noticed.”

Alexis remembered a few reports from Accounting about oddities in the books. Never mind that now. She had a much bigger problem.

“What do you want, then?” She took a breath, buying herself a few seconds before she had to say it. “I can change you back to the way you were.”

Jeri chuckled. “I don’t want to change back. Being a lesbian feels just as normal now as being straight did before. Besides, having a rich steady fuckbuddy is a lot nicer than trolling for one-night stands in Loserville.”

She leered at Alexis. The expression sent a chill down the businesswoman’s spine.

“What I want is... well, rather than just blurt it out, I think I’ll gradually lead up to it and wait for you to guess.”

“Don’t play games with me!” Alexis leaned over the desk and did her best to sound intimidating, knowing that she was in no position to back it up.

“It’s my game and my rules.” Jeri stared at her for a long moment, giving the impression that she was deliberately stalling to punish Alexis for her presumption.

Alexis glared silently, resisting the temptation to speak up and probably make matters worse.

Finally, Jeri continued. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about us. I don’t mean just the rumors about us being a lesbian couple; every powerful woman gets that crap.”

She stood up and stepped out from behind the desk. “I’m talking about the ideas people get from seeing you in a nice feminine designer dress and me standing next to you in this hardass sergeant-mistress bodyguard uniform.”

She approached Alexis. “Some people think that behind closed doors, you like to forget about being in charge and let Mistress Jeri take over.”

Taking position just behind and to the left of the businesswoman, she leaned in and whispered into her ear. “A few of them even did artistic renditions of their fantasies about us and posted them to smut sites on the Net. I found a particularly hot one of me wearing nothing but black leather jackboots and you completely naked kneeling down and licking them. I can put it on one of the monitors if you like.”

Alexis shivered as she recalled the similarity to her first session with Jeri. She had a nasty idea about just where this was heading....

Her train of thought was interrupted as Jeri shifted the subject. “Did I ever tell you about the best sex I ever had with a guy before you made me like girls?”

Alexis shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.

“I picked up with this guy who asked me to spank him. I thought it was a little weird, but what the hell, I played along. Then he wanted me to tie him to the bed and ride him cowgirl-style. I scrounged up some masking tape that probably would have torn apart if he’d really tried to get loose, but he didn’t.”

She began running her fingers through her boss’s hair. “I’ve been thinking about that night. Last night I had a wet dream that was just like that, except it wasn’t a guy tied to the bed, it was you wearing a strap-on.”

“Jeri—”

“Shhh!” Alexis fell silent. “I know that’s not how you like it... but it will be.” She took hold of Alexis’s hair and tugged, not hard enough to hurt but firmly enough to remind her who was in charge of the situation. “That’s the price of covering up your dirty little secret. You’re going to let me use your dream projector on you, and we’re going to switch places. You’re gonna be my submissive little playtoy.”

“You don’t know how—”

“Nice try. I read the files. All I have to do is put the control helmet on me and the induction helmet on you, think about the dream I want you to have and the effect I want it to have on you, and the machine does the rest. A nice simple foolproof interface.”

She released her grip on the other woman’s hair. “Remember those secure servers I mentioned with copies of those files? They’re programmed to send everything to a few dozen media outlets and law enforcement agencies at noon tomorrow. Give me what I want, and I’ll send the cancel code. Try to force me send to the cancel code, and I’ll send a code that will release the files and inform the authorities that you’ve kidnapped me. Your decision.”

Alexis tried to think of some way out of this situation. She couldn’t see any.

It was her own damn fault for playing fetishistic games with Jeri’s sexual imprinting, she realized. Training her to act butch in public added a certain spice to her submission in private, but it had also maintained and encouraged a dominant streak in her that had now bubbled up to the surface.

Jeri’s voice softened. “You’ll learn to enjoy taking bondage and discipline just as much you enjoyed dishing it out.” A note of steel crept back into her tone. “Taking it from me is sure to be a lot nicer than taking it from some big brawny bulldyke in prison.”

There was a long silence.

“You win.” Alexis walked toward the door. “The dream projector is in the subbasement level. I’ll take you there, and you can do what you want with me.”

“No tricks,” Jeri warned.

“No tricks.”

They exited the office and entered the private elevator. Alexis pressed three buttons in quick succession and held her thumb against the last one. After a moment, the elevator began to descend toward the hidden realm that Alexis had, until now, considered her private lair.

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Alexis was sitting at her desk reviewing some documents. Somehow she couldn’t make out any of the text. That confirmed that she was immersed in the dreamscape.

The office door opened. Jeri strode in, wearing the same ensemble of demibra and thong and boots Alexis had worn for their first intimate encounter.

It was obvious how things were going to proceed from here. Sure enough, she looked down at herself and saw that she was completely naked.

As Alexis stood and took her first steps toward the other woman, she felt a familiar tingle between the legs. She knew it was being externally induced, and that this knowledge would make no difference. Her submissive conditioning would proceed and succeed whether or not she understood that it was happening.

She bent down and began licking the toe of Mistress’s boot....

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FINIS