"...and that's why we should be focusing our efforts on the third quarter from now on," Angela spoke as she pointed to a graph in front of her coworkers. Her job at a financial firm was tedious and exhausting, but at least she got to make some big decisions. It wasn't boring or monotonous like her job as an admin assistant. She worked with nice people, enjoyed her job for the most part, and got a decent amount of PTO.
    There was one problem, though. The earpiece in her left ear, playing gentle soothing tones for her. Her Domme, Taylor, ordered her to keep it in her ear at all times so she could play with her sub as she'd see fit. It was extremely hot. And also extremely inconvenient.
    "So what do you propose for actions we should take ahead of time, Angela?"
    "Well--"
    The earpiece in her ear spoke.
    "Drop."
    And that's exactly what Angela did. Her head dropped forward, her eyes slamming shut as she flew effortlessly into a deep trance. The word was addictive. Taylor's voice was addictive. And she hated -- and loved -- how her Domme just had that much control over her mind. At any given moment.
    "Angela?" Her coworker asked, his question falling flat against Angela's mind. "Are you okay?"
    "Come back up, plaything," the earpiece spoke, and Angela came out of her trance back into the waking world. Her face flushed a hot red. She could never protest when her Domme would do that -- that wasn't within the rules of her relationship, after all.
    Angela quickly reoriented herself. She took a deep inhale. Not only did her Domme dropping her out of the blue mess up her mind, it also made her really, really fucking horny. “Yes, I’m fine. Sorry. I didn’t get a lot of sleep,” she lied.
    “Do you need anything?” her executive assistant asked. “Some water, coffee, tea…?”
    “I-I’m really okay--” Angela began to protest, before her Domme dropped her again. As she slid into trance again, she couldn’t help but think she wanted to tear the earpiece off and throw it against the wall. She couldn’t do that though. Not only was she far too loyal and dedicated to her Domme, she would also get punished hard if she even took it off for a few minutes.
     Angela sat in trance, powerless. There was nothing she could do. Her mind was too fragile and feeble to resist. She was a toy. A plaything for Taylor.
     When her Domme brought her back up again, a chuckle in her voice, Angela felt the need to crash in her chair. Finally, her EA relented. “L-let’s postpone the meeting,” she suggested. “I think Angela needs a bit more time to wake up.”
     “...yeah,” Angela lied again. That was believable, it was only eight in the morning. “I could use that coffee, actually.”
     And a quiet room alone, she added in her head. Maybe Taylor could have some more fun with her then.