“What do you mean, you’ve not done it?” I tried to keep the irritation and exasperation out of my voice, and almost entirely failed.

 

“It slipped my mind,” James said rather sulkily. “I’ve been busy and I forgot to add it to my to-do list…”

 

I suppressed a sigh. “Ok, well as long as you can get it done this afternoon, we can still get it to the client for approval before Monday morning, so it should be ok. You’re going to have to work fast though, ok? And don’t get distracted. Head down.”

 

“Maybe if you did the body copy and I can concentrate on the headlines?”

 

I raised an eyebrow. “You mean, ‘maybe if I did the majority of the work for you’? How about you do it?”

 

“Ok Mike, fine. I’ll get it done. Get off my back, ok?” He didn’t wait for an answer, stalking back across to his desk. I shook my head and turned back to my own work.

 

James was the new marketing apprentice, and he’d only been with the company for a few weeks. We weren’t a big organization, so until recently I had been the entirety of the marketing department. After months of trying, I’d finally been able to persuade my boss that we needed a marketing assistant to help me do some of the simpler tasks.

 

At least, that’s what I’d thought. Instead, Sheila had come to me and announced that we were taking on an apprentice, who’d be learning on the job. I’d completed a degree in marketing communications, and then worked my way up from temp jobs as a marketing assistant to my current role as a marketing executive for a small tech company. Nowadays though, more and more younger people were taking the apprenticeship route, avoiding massive student loans and gaining work experience while they trained. It was a good route into the sector. Still, I’d been hoping for an assistant, not a trainee.

 

Not that James was a bad worker, exactly. He was maybe twenty-two or twenty-three, friendly, and charming. I’m in my mid-thirties, and while I happen to think that I’m pretty good-looking, and fit for my age, I couldn’t help but be more than a tiny bit jealous of James. He was extremely handsome and obviously worked out, tall, with short wavy blonde hair and a chiseled jaw. The office shirt and trousers did nothing to hide a toned physique. I knew that more than one of the ladies in the company had a crush on him, and guessed that he couldn’t lack for female company at home, although he’d never mentioned a girlfriend.

 

He was, however, also more than a little lazy. If I gave him a task, he’d try to get me to do the bulk of the work for him, and was constantly goofing off or chatting with one of the girls. He also wasn’t great at taking feedback on his work. Just this week he’d sent me a page of copy, and I’d sent it back with several comments and amendments. They were all as constructive as I could make them given that I guessed the main reason it wasn’t right was that he’d left it until close to the deadline before rushing through it. I’d told him as much and that, combined with the critique, had left him sulking for two days.

 

I turned back to the press release I was working on.

 

“Hey, Mike, could you look something over for me?”

 

 I looked up from my screen, blinking. I’d been working on the press release solidly for the last hour, and I’d not heard him come into my cubicle.

 

“Oh, hi James. Uh, sure. You’ve finished the article?” I suppressed a sigh as I said it. Despite the laziness and touchiness, James wasn’t actually bad at his job, considering his relative lack of experience. He was clearly smart, and rarely had to be shown how to do something more than once or twice. His copywriting wasn’t great though, in part because he didn’t pay enough attention to the details, and so I had to check through it thoroughly and send it back with numerous amendments and corrections. It was a task which distracted me from my own towering workload, and often made me irritable with him.

 

He was standing over me, and I was once again struck by how attractive women must find him, and suppressed another pang of envy. If only I was fifteen years younger and had a body like that, maybe I’d be fighting off the ladies as well instead of having spent the last year and a half tragically single.

 

Now though, James actually looked slightly nervous. “Um, I’ve been working on some video content, and I was hoping you’d look at it for me and see what you thought.”

 

I frowned. “Video content?” I checked my watch. It was almost 5pm on Friday, and I would be clocking off for the weekend in a few minutes. Already I could hear the other people working in the small open-plan office starting to shut down their computers and head for the door. “What about the article? It’s supposed to be done!” I said, perhaps a little more harshly than I’d intended. “Can’t this wait until Monday?”

 

He looked irritated for a moment. “I’d really appreciate it if you could look at it now. It won’t take long.”

 

“Fine, whatever. Let’s have a look.” I snapped. “If you keep missing deadlines though, I’m not going to be able to sign off your apprenticeship. You need to get your act together.” He didn’t respond to this, holding up a memory stick, which I took and plugged into my laptop. It contained a single video file, which I clicked on.

 

“Make it full-screen”, he suggested, “so you can see the detail better. I really think it’s going to change your mind about me and my work.”

 

I grunted skeptically at this, but did as he suggested and watched as the black screen faded into a black and white spiral pattern, spinning slowly. I frowned; what the hell was this? This wasn’t the company branding, or anything to do with any of the campaigns we were currently planning. “What’s this supposed to be?” I asked.

 

James was standing behind me. “Keep watching Mike,” he said quickly. “Just keep watching.”

 

My gaze had been fixed on the screen waiting for something to happen as the spiral continued to spin. I thought I could see words there, but whenever I tried to focus on them, they disappeared. His words hit me like lead weights. Keep watching. Yes, I would keep watching. I nodded slightly. I heard slight indrawn breath from behind me.

 

“That’s good. It’s important to keep watching.”

 

I nodded again, my eyes still firmly on the spiral. “Yes... Important…” I replied vaguely, distracted by the swirling pattern. I heard movement as the last of the other workers headed out, but I paid it no attention. It was important that I keep watching. I could hear a quiet hissing noise coming from my speakers, and thought I detected a voice right at the edge of audibility. I couldn’t make out what it was saying, but I couldn’t look away from the screen long enough to try and turn up the volume. It was important that I keep watching.

 

“Holy crap, it’s actually working…” James whispered behind me. I nodded again. It was working. I didn’t know what was working, what he was talking about, but by now I felt like I was being pulled into the spiral. I found myself slowly leaning forward in my seat until the screen was only a few inches from my face, filling my entire vision. It was important that I keep watching. Important that I keep listening.

 

“I’m going to leave you for a little while, ok Mike?” he said. “Don’t stop watching the screen. You have to keep watching.”

 

I nodded again. “Yes, I have to keep watching,” I replied dully. The spiral continued to spin, and I continued to fall into it.

 

 

 

The screen went blank and I blinked and leant back in my chair, screwing up my eyes and rubbing them with my knuckles. They felt dry and itchy, as though I’d gone too long without blinking. I had a headache, but I also realized I felt weirdly horny. Scratch that, I felt incredibly horny! I realized there was a massive tent in my trousers, and I shifted to try and position it more comfortably. I saw the time at the bottom corner of the screen. It said 21:36. That couldn’t be right, it had only turned 5pm a few minutes ago. Hadn’t it?

 

“Ah, you’re finally done.”

 

I turned around to see who’d spoken and let out a gasp. For a second, I didn’t recognize the man standing in front of me, but after a second or two I realized that it was James. He’d changed, though. No, I realized, no he hadn’t changed; that is, nothing was actually different, but suddenly as I looked at him, I was hit by a flood of new emotions.

 

I’d always been aware that James was a really good-looking guy, and been more than a little jealous of it, but suddenly I was keenly aware just had incredibly sexy he was. Everything about him aroused me. My erection, which had started to soften suddenly stiffened again and I found myself feeling more turned on than I could ever remember feeling before. I wanted him. I wanted him so badly. A tiny part of my brain started questioning this. I wasn’t gay, had never had even the slightest hint of attraction to another guy, but now I found myself desperate to kiss the gorgeous young man, run my hands over that sexy body, have his arms wrap around me, press me to him, take me in any way he wanted.

 

I would have thrown myself at him right there and then, except for the other sensation that flooded through me as I stared lustfully at him. I suddenly felt incredibly submissive and obedient. I needed his commands, needed him to tell me what to do, ached for his orders so that I could please him by obeying. I found myself slipping from my chair and falling to my knees, knowing as I did so that this was where I belonged in the presence of this incredibly powerful and sexy man.

 

When I first turned round, James had had that familiar nervous look on his face, but when he saw me slip to my knees, the erection straining at the front of my pants, a new expression slowly crept over his features. He smiled, a triumphant, cruel smile with more than a hint of a sneer in it as he stared down at me, kneeling before him on the floor.

 

“Well, looks like it worked after all.” He didn’t seem to expect a response, so I stayed on my knees, gazing adoringly at him. Even his voice had changed. Suddenly it sounded powerful and commanding and incredibly, incredibly sexy. I knew instantly I would do anything that voice asked. He threw back his head and laughed. “This is perfect! You really are my helpless slave!”

 

I blinked. His slave? Yes. Yes! Of course. I nodded eagerly. “Yes James, I’m your slave.”

 

He frowned slightly. “From now on, slave, you will call me ‘Master’, understand?”

 

I nodded again. “Yes, Master.” I shivered as a wave of pleasure flowed through me. It felt so good to obey him, so sexy to call him ‘Master’. Yes, of course! He was my Master. It sounded perfect. Just as perfect as being called ‘slave’, in fact. ‘Slave’. It described me perfectly. Just thinking the word made me feel so horny, so sexy, so submissive!

 

He smiled cruelly again. “Good boy.” Another wave of pleasure rippled through me, my cock throbbing with lust and obedience.

 

Wait… what… this wasn’t right… I wasn’t… “Wh… what have you done to me…?”

 

His smile faded a little. “Huh. Resisting, eh? Well go on Mike, you’re such a smart guy, you tell me.”

 

I paused, and thought. “The video, Master.” The word slipped out automatically and I shuddered as another ripple of pleasure washed through me. “It was some sort of… hypnosis programme?”

 

“That’s right. I found it online. It wasn’t cheap either. I had to have it customized, and let me tell you, that cost a lot.”

 

“And you used it to hypnotize me. And you’ve… made me gay? And made me want to be your slave?”

 

He looked a little more uncertain now. “That’s right. And how do you feel about that?”

 

For just a second, I tried to resist, but it was no good. I felt too horny, too submissive. I shivered with pleasure again. “I… I love it Master! I love being your hypnotized slave! And… I guess you’ve made me love it…?” I smiled. “And I love that too!”

 

“Fuck, this is hot,” he muttered to himself, the tent in his own trousers clearly visible. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you, Mike? Pretty much since I started working here, I’ve fantasized about you every night. But you were straight, so I had to take steps to correct that. I’ve jerked off while imagining you as my obedient fucktoy, and now I’m making it a reality.”

 

“Yes Master. Thank you for correcting my sexuality. I am your obedient fucktoy.” I shivered again. It was so hot to say out loud, it felt so right. He grinned, and I felt a throb of pleasure at having pleased him, eager to do anything if it would please him again. “I’ll do anything you want Master,” I gushed. “I’m your submissive sex slave! Command me, use me, fuck me, my body is yours!”

 

A few hours ago, the idea of kneeling on the floor telling my assistant that I wanted to be his sex slave would have deeply weirded me out, but now that fact just made me feel even hornier, even sexier, even more obedient. Whatever that programme had been, it had certainly done a number on me, and I was able to appreciate how effective it was even as I gazed in helpless adoration at the man who’d enslaved me.

 

“That sounds great slave, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He checked his watch. “There’s an adult shop on the edge of town that stays open late. Let’s go and pick up a few things. Now I’m your Master, I want a change of clothes, and we need to get you your new uniform. You’re going to look great as my submissive little leatherboy.”

 

“Yes Master, as you command.”

 

“One thing first. Here slave!” Almost before I consciously understood the words I was crawling forward, experiencing another spike of arousal at the realization of how obedient I’d become and how much it now turned me on to be called ‘slave’ by another man.

 

“Stand!” Again, my body was obeying almost before I comprehended the order. I stood before him, my arms hanging submissively at my sides, gazing at him with a mixture of adoration and arousal. He gave another cruel smile as he stepped forwards, pulling me roughly into a kiss. I let out a mewl of pleasure as my Master kissed me, returning it enthusiastically. Earlier that day I would have found the idea of kissing another man kind of gross, especially someone I worked with, but now I found myself almost uncontrollably turned on as Master’s hands ran over my body, the back of my head, my ass.

 

Eventually he pulled back. “Fuck I’ve been wanting to do that for so long!” He gave me an evil grin. “And you enjoyed it, didn’t you, Slut?”

 

“Yes Master,” I said fervently, experiencing another shiver of pleasure at the name. “Thank you, Master!”

 

“Now, let’s go and get you some clothing appropriate for your new life.”

 

“Yes Master, whatever you want.”

 

“And you’re driving, Slave. You’re going to be my chauffeur and maid, as well as my fucktoy.”

 

“Yes Master. Anything you command!” Another shiver. I couldn’t get over how good it felt to submit to him.

 

The car park was completely empty as we headed outside. James didn’t drive, but we went over to my car. He went to the passenger side. “Open it.”

 

“Yes Master.” I hurried to open the door for him, waited as he climbed in, (unable to stop myself from staring lustfully at his gorgeous ass as he did so) then shut it behind him, like a good chauffeur. I hurried round to the driver’s side and got in.

 

“Ok, let’s go.” Following Master’s directions, we were soon driving out of town. We drove in silence, but I could tell how excited he was. A mile or so outside the city limits there was indeed an adult store, and we pulled into the small car park. I scrambled out and hurried round to the passenger side, opening the door and standing at attention.

 

Master gave me another triumphant smile. “Good slave.”

 

I almost came just from his words and gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you, Master,” I simpered. He turned and strode towards the shop, and I followed eagerly.

 

Inside, the shop was pretty large, with shelves of toys, handcuffs and bondage gear. Further back were racks and racks of leather, rubber and vinyl clothing, while right at the back was the porn. James ignored this, instead heading straight for the fetish-wear.

 

I followed obediently as he walked along, picking out items and handing them to me to carry. I found myself becoming even more turned on at the sight and feel of the shiny clothing, and was able to observe that in addition to making me gay and submissive to James, the programme had apparently also given me a powerful leather and vinyl fetish too.

 

Soon I was carrying quite an armful of items. James grinned. “Obviously you’ll be paying for all this. That’s alright, isn’t it Slave?”

 

“Of course, Master!” I simpered, experiencing another tingle of arousal as I used the word. “Whatever you want.” I saw the woman behind the counter give us a strange look.

 

“That’s enough for me,” he said. “Now something for my new sextoy.”

 

He strode off, returning a moment later. “Here you are Slave, a new uniform for you.” He held up a pair of PVC shorts and a shiny leather collar. “What do you think?”

 

I stared at the shiny material. “I love it, Master! It looks perfect for me.”

 

“Of course it does. We’ll get a few more things too. Wait here.”

 

“Yes Master.”

 

I stood obediently, aware of the furtive looks the cashier was giving me. It must have been obvious just how turned on I was, and knowing that she knew just made me even hornier. She had obviously overheard us, and the knowledge that she knew I was James’ slave was incredibly hot to me. I had another moment of clarity, able to identify how my thoughts had been warped and shifted to make me into an eager, submissive slave for James. The fact that I could identify the ways I’d been changed didn’t alter how I felt even slightly though. If anything, it just turned me on even more to see how totally I’d been enslaved by my gorgeous, ingenious Master.

 

He came swaggering towards me with a triumphant smirk on his face. Earlier that day I’d have found it insufferable, but now all I could think of was how sexy he looked lording it over me like that. “Ok Slut, come and pay for all my new presents.”

 

“Yes Master,” I simpered eagerly. I followed him to the till where the cashier, after a slightly dubious look at the two of us, starting ringing everything up. The stuff wasn’t cheap and there was a lot of it. She finally finished and told me the total. It was an eye-watering amount, but I obediently handed over my debit card, more than happy to spend my money on anything and everything Master might want.

 

“Good work Slave,” Master said, grinning. “Now, carry it out to the car.” He turned to leave, and as he did so he slapped me on the ass with a loud ‘crack!’. I let out a moan as a spike of arousal pierced me, and quickly followed, aware of the cashier’s gaze on me as I followed Master out to the car.

 

I put all Master’s purchases in the boot, then got into the driving seat. “Drive me back to your place,” Master ordered. “Except,” he continued with a smirk, “it’s my place now, isn’t it Slut?”

 

“Yes Master,” I replied. “It’s your house now. Everything I own is yours.”

 

“Fuck, this is great,” he said, grinning. “That programme was worth every penny.”

 

“Yes Master,” I agreed. “It’s worked perfectly. Not only am I completely under your power, it’s made me love being your brainwashed slaveboy, and made me love being made to love it.”

 

“Mmmm, that’s hot,” he murmured. “Let’s get you home so I can really test you out.”

 

“Yes Master!” I said eagerly, and put my foot down, trying to get home as quickly as possible. It didn’t take long to reach my- that is, Master’s house. I handed him the key. “This belongs to you, Master.”

 

He grinned that mocking, triumphant grin again. “Good boy.”

 

“Ungh! Thank you Master!” I moaned as another near-orgasm rippled through me at the words. The words were obviously some sort of trigger used to reward me. I gathered up the bundle of items as Master unlocked the door and followed him inside and through to the living room.

 

“Right,” he said, turning to me. “I’m going up to your… heh, to MY bedroom to change. You stay down here and put on your new uniform. Then wait for me to come back down.”

 

“Yes Master.” He took the bundle of clothes and other items, handing me the vinyl shorts and the collar before turning and heading upstairs. I quickly stripped naked and pulled on the shorts. They were tight and shiny, with a zipper running all the way from back to front to give Master easy access. I shivered with pleasure as I felt the way they cupped by buttocks and now hard cock, running my hands over the smooth, shiny material and sighing with pleasure at how good they felt.

 

I then picked up the collar. It was shiny black leather with silver metal studs and a D-ring to attach a leash. It came with a metal tag engraved “Property of Master”. I raised it to my throat, quickly buckling it, the leather cool against my skin. As it started to warm, I turned, and caught sight of myself in the full-length mirror on the wall out in the hallway.

 

I stared at myself. Dressed in the nothing but the tight, shiny shorts, my erection obvious, and wearing a collar proclaiming me to be another man’s property, I didn’t think I’d ever looked so hot. I turned and had to admit that the vinyl shorts showed my ass off well, and although I was no fitness fanatic, I was pretty toned myself. I hoped Master would be pleased with me. I turned and moved into the middle of the floor before turning to face the door. I sank to my knees, putting my hands behind my head and waited for my Master.

 

After a little while I heard footsteps, and James appeared. I couldn’t repress a moan of desire as I stared at him. It was lucky I was already on my knees, or I would have fallen to them straight away. He wore a tight, sleeveless leather vest and trousers, the shiny black material showing off his toned physique to perfection. On his feet were high, shiny leather boots. He had looked uncertain, even a little nervous again as he appeared, but now as he gazed at me, the cocky sneer reappeared. I stared back at him in helpless, horny adoration. He looked every inch the dominating Master, and I ached to run my hands over the tight, shiny leather of his outfit. I longed to press myself against him, rub against the shiny black material, kiss it, lick it, worship his body in any way he desired.

 

“Damn you look good,” he said after a moment, his own erection obvious under the tight leather trousers. I found myself staring at it longingly. “I’ve fantasised about exactly this so many times, and now you’re really mine.”

 

“Yes Master, I’m yours!” I said fervently, looking up at him. “I’m all yours, to use in any way you want.” I licked my lips slowly, looking up at him with undisguised lust. “ANY way you want, Master,” I repeated, grinding my hips slightly.

 

He threw back his head and laughed. “You really are a horny little slut now, aren’t you?”

 

“Yes Master. I am your obedient slut,” I replied eagerly. “My body is yours to fuck any way you want.”

 

“Oh I will,” he smirked. “But first thing’s first. Slave, crawl over here and lick my boots!”

 

“Yes Master! Thank you Master!” I crawled forwards, my eyes locked on the shiny leather boots. I had another brief moment of clarity as I hurried forwards on my hands and knees, eager to lick the boots of the man who a few hours earlier had been my assistant. It felt so good, so right, so sexy to grovel before him like the submissive, obedient little slaveboy he had turned me into.

 

I reached his feet and immediately began eagerly licking his boots as he stood over me, running my tongue over the smooth, shiny leather and reveling in how utterly he had mindfucked me, and how amazingly good it felt.

 

I licked his boots as though my life depended on the taste of leather, and I had to admit that it tasted good. My Master’s boots had become one of my favorite flavours.

 

“You look great down there Slave,” Master said. “This is another thing I’ve fantasised about for weeks. Now, instead of being my asshole boss, you’re going to be my boot-licking fucktoy.”

 

I stopped licking long enough to look up at him. “Yes Master! Of course, anything you say!” I immediately went back to licking his boots.

 

“While you’re down there,” he continued, “let’s talk about how things are going to be. First off, you’re going to be doing all my work from now on, understand?”

 

“Yes Master. As you command.” Back to his boots.

 

“And you’re going to be doing all my coursework from now on, and sign it all off for me. I still want to finish my apprenticeship and get qualified after all.”

 

“Yes Master.”

 

“I think we’d better keep it a secret that you’re my brainwashed sex-slave, so while we’re at work you’ll treat me normally, understand?”

 

“Yes Master.”

 

“Good boy.” A blast of arousal shot through me at the words.

 

“Ungh… Thank you Master! I live to please you!”

 

He turned around suddenly. “In fact, why don’t you beg to be allowed to do all my work for me while you kiss my ass?”

 

I find myself staring at his tight, muscular buttocks, perfectly framed by the shiny, tight leather trousers, and let out a sigh of helpless lust.

 

“Yes Master! Thank you for letting me kiss your gorgeous ass!”

 

“Well, get to work, Slut.”

 

“Yes Master!” I immediately began planting adoring kiss after adoring kiss on his taut, leather-clad buttocks, kneeling behind him as I eagerly worshipped my Master’s ass.

 

“Please Master,” I said between kisses, “please let me do all your work for you! I’ll do it perfectly! You’ll never have to do anything else again! Please let me sign off your apprenticeship! Please let me do your coursework! I’ll make sure you get top marks for it!” I kissed and nuzzled at his buttocks, warm through the smooth, shiny leather.

 

“Well, since you’ve asked so nicely, I guess I’ll let you.”

 

“Oh thank you Master!” I gushed. “Thank you so much!”

 

“Now all that’s out of the way…” As I leaned forwards to give his ass another adoring kiss, I heard a zipping noise. He suddenly turned round and I found myself staring straight at his cock as he released it from his trousers.

 

I let out an involuntary whine of desperate, lustful need at the sight of it. Another brief moment of clarity as I realized that only a few hours before I’d have been disgusted at the sight of another man’s genitals in front of my face, but now I couldn’t take my eyes off it, my mouth falling open in helpless, horny eagerness to pleasure it.

 

“Slave,” Master ordered, “suck my cock.”

 

“Yes Master!” I moaned and immediately opened my mouth wide to take in as much of it as I could. As I did so I was hit by another wave of arousal and pleasure, so intense that I very nearly came right then. Having my Master’s dick in my mouth was one of the best feelings I could possibly imagine.

 

Needless to say that I’d never gone down on a guy before, but ex-girlfriends of mine had done so for me, and I had a good idea of the kind of thing I liked. I figured Master would like them too. I was desperate to give Master the best blowjob he’d ever had, and I set to work bobbing my head up and down, teasing the end of his cock with my tongue, and moaning with pleasure myself at how wonderful it felt to be servicing the man who’d enslaved me.

 

I don’t know if I was doing a really good job or whether he was just really turned on from seeing me dressed in a slave uniform, licking his boots and kissing his ass, but it didn’t take very long at all before he gave a growl of pleasure, grabbing the back of my head as his hips bucked and he came hard in my mouth.

 

As he did, so did I. My whole body went rigid and my vision went white as I was wracked by the single most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. A high-pitched whine came out of my throat as I came and came again. I rocked back on my heels, shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure and swallowing every last drop of Master’s cum.

 

“Th-thank you Master…” I said shudderingly, looking up at him through a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, adoration and lust.

 

He breathed out slowly. It had obviously been good for him too. “Good boy…” he said somewhat breathlessly, and I experienced another shudder of pleasure at the knowledge that I’d pleased my Owner.

 

“Go and clean yourself up,” he ordered as he tucked his softening dick away again, “then go and get me a beer.”

 

“Yes Master. As you command!” He sat down on the sofa, picking up the remote and turning on the TV as I hurried to the bathroom to wipe the cum out of my shorts. I finished and was about to leave when I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I stared at myself, wearing nothing but the tight, skimpy PVC shorts and the shiny leather collar. Now though I could see face more clearly. I was still slightly flushed from the intense orgasm, but I could see that my eyes were glazed, my face set in a contented, vacant, submissive smile.

 

How had he done this? Where had that programme come from? Were there other people out there like me, who’d been tricked into watching a slightly different version of the same file and turned into someone’s simpering slaves? I should have been horrified at the idea, but instead I felt happy for them. I loved being a slave. I loved being made to love being a slave. I loved being turned into a brainwashed sextoy, and I was happy for those others who now loved being obedient sluts too.

 

I headed to the kitchen, got a beer out of the fridge, opened it and returned to the living room. I knelt before my owner and held up the bottle. “Your beer, Master.”

 

He took it with a cocky smirk, then glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s getting pretty late,” he said. “I ate while you were being enslaved, but I guess you must be pretty hungry?”

 

I thought about it. Since waking up, I’d been wholly obsessed with submitting to my Master, but if I stopped for a moment, he was right. My stomach gave a growl.

 

“Go and get yourself a sandwich, Slut. You can eat it in the kitchen, then come back here.”

 

“Yes Master.” I started to stand.

 

“Not like that!” he said, raising a finger. “You can crawl, like the little bitch you are.”

 

“Yes Master, of course. Whatever you say.” I sank to my knees again, turned and crawled away.

 

“Mmmm,” he purred. “You really do look great in those shorts!”

 

“Thank you Master!” I simpered. “I’m so happy I please you.” I turned and crawled into what, until that afternoon, had been my kitchen. Obviously now it and everything in it belonged to Master. I got myself a sandwich and ate it as quickly as possible, so I could return to my owner.

 

James was watching the TV as I entered, crawling once more. “Fuck you look hot as a sex-slave,” he said, looking at me appreciatively. “This is literally a dream come true for me, turning my asshole boss into my submissive, vinyl-clad slaveboy. Now,” he said, standing up, “let’s have some real fun.” He picked up a leash, and I recognized it as one of the many things we’d bought that evening. He pointed at his feet. “Here, Slut.”

 

I crawled forwards, and he bent and clipped the leash into place on my collar. I was hit with another powerful wave of arousal and lust at the sensation of being leashed by another man, totally owned and completely dominated.

 

He pulled on my leash, and I crawled along at his feet as he led me up the stairs to the bedroom, burning with horniness at how utterly submissive he’d made me.

 

He yanked on my leash, guiding me up onto the bed. As I stood there on all fours, he reached out and unzipped my shorts from the back. I looked back to see him unzipping his trousers and pulling out that gorgeous cock of his. Another of our purchases had been a bottle of lube, and he started applying this.

 

“Ok Mike,” he said, using my name for what seemed like forever, “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to love it.”

 

I nodded eagerly. “Yes Master!”

 

He sneered. “Beg, Slut. Beg me to fuck you.”

 

“Please Master!” I began.

 

“Wait,” he interrupted me, and I immediately fell silent. He turned and rummaged in the pile of clothing he’d left on the floor, pulling out his phone. He raised it, and started filming. “Go on.”

 

“Please Master, please fuck me!” I said, speaking directly into the phone camera. “Please fuck your sex-slave! My body is yours! I’m your fuckpuppet, your plaything, your horny, submissive slut! Please fuck me Master, any way you want! I need you inside me. I need your cock Master.”

 

“This is great,” he muttered grinning as he watched me on the screen, “but I’m not convinced,” he continued more loudly. “I know, beg like a dog, Bitch.”

 

“Yes Master!” I raised my arms in front of me, my hands hanging loosely. I stuck my tongue out and began panting and whining, staring up at him wide-eyed.

 

“Bark, dog.” he ordered, smirking evilly.

 

“Ruff!  Ruff ruff!” I barked, sticking my tongue out and panting again. He filmed the whole thing, recording me in my slave uniform, collared and leashed and barking like the pet he’d turned me into. The knowledge that this was being filmed just turned me on even more. I’d been transformed into an accomplice in my own subjugation and humiliation, and I loved every moment of it.

 

“You make a great dog, Slave,” he sneered. “Ok, I guess I’ll fuck you then.”

 

“Oh thank you Master! Thank you!” I turned bending down low to give him as much access as possible. I felt him move up onto the bed behind me, taking my leash again and pulling my head back. He unzipped my shorts from the back, and I felt the tip of his cock against my ass, then he pressed forward, his well-lubed dick sliding slowly into me. He let out a grunt of pleasure as he entered me. Again, it’s pointless to say that I’d never EVER been on the receiving end of anal sex before. From what little I knew, I expected it to be uncomfortable, not that that would have mattered as long as I was pleasing my Master.

 

Instead, I gave a moan of my own at the feeling of my Master’s cock inside me. It felt incredible, better than any sex I’d ever had. I loved being taken by my Master, and I realized that this must be another part of my programming.

 

“Ungh! Thank you Master!” I moaned. “Oh thank you for fucking me! Thank you for using me!” He started moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of my ass as he built up speed, pulling on my leash as I ground my hips back in rhythm with his thrusts.

 

I let out a long moan of pleasure. “Ooooohhh thaaank you Master! Use me! I love you Master! I adore you! I love being used by you! I love being your pet! Thank you for enslaving me Master! I’m yours, your property, your plaything, your brainwashed sextoy!”

 

The words were pouring out of me, my Master’s cock in my ass reducing me to a gibbering slut. I could only imagine how good this must feel for James. Just that afternoon I’d been telling him off for missing deadlines, and threatening to fail his apprenticeship. Now I was his collared, PVC-clad sex-slave, begging him to fuck me while he wore the shiny leather gear he’d made me buy for him.

 

Whether it was my words, or just the pleasure of enacting so many of his fantasies, but once again it didn’t take long before his thrusts grew faster and faster, he yanked back on my leash and delivered one last powerful thrust as he came hard inside me. I came too, and my brain short-circuited with pleasure.

 

 

 

“And lastly,” Sheila announced, “I’m delighted to announce that James has received final sign-off on his apprenticeship. He passed with flying colours, and based on Mike’s glowing recommendation, we’re taking him on as a permanent member of the team. Would you like to say anything Mike?”

 

“Oh, uh, yes. When James first started here, I’ll admit I wasn’t too sure he’d work out. I’m very happy to say that he’s changed my mind completely. Welcome to the team James.”

 

The rest of the team applauded politely, and I smiled at James. He grinned back, and my ass tightened around the buttplug built into the PVC shorts I wore under my work trousers.

 

The team meeting broke up. It was the end of the day, and I started shutting down my computer. I heard movement behind me, and turned to find James behind me. I still found him almost irresistibly sexy, and his mere proximity made me incredibly horny.

 

“I’m hitting the gym,” he informed me.

 

“Sure,” I nodded. There was a chance someone might overhear us, so I didn’t say anything more. “Well, enjoy.”

 

I headed out, got into my car and drove back to Master’s house. As soon as I shut the front door, I stripped out of my work clothes. I picked up the collar from the side table just inside the door and buckled it round my neck with a sigh. I felt naked without it, and I inspected my appearance in the mirror. Over the last few months, I’d started going to the gym myself. Master wanted me toned and fit and looking my best for him, and I was eager to obey. The work had been paying off, and I looked good in my vinyl shorts and slave collar, just the way Master liked me. A couple of the ladies at work had started flirting with me. Once I’d have been delighted, but now they held no interest for me at all.

 

I headed into the kitchen and started cooking dinner. After a while, I heard the front door open, and I fell to my knees and crawled through to greet my owner.

 

“Hello Slut,” James said as I entered. “Get over here and suck my cock.”

 

“Yes Master. Thank you Master!” I crawled forwards as he sat down on the sofa, unzipping his trousers with my teeth and getting to work.

 

“That new sales guy that started this week,” Master began.

I stopped sucking. “Matt, Master?” I said, before returning to pleasuring him.

“Yeah. He’s kind of hot. I think he’d make a good fucktoy. Time to start building myself my own harem of brainwashed gay slaveboys, and you’re going to help me.”

I shivered with arousal at the idea of being just one member of Master’s harem, imagining Matt dressed in PVC shorts and collar, kneeling next to me as we chorused our obedience. “Yes Master. As you command.”

 

 

The next week, as people shut down their computers and started heading home for the weekend, I headed into Matt’s cubicle.

 

“Hi Matt. Sorry, I know you’re about to go home, but can you look at something for me?”

 

“Huh? Oh, um, sure Mike, if it’s important?”

 

I held up a memory stick. “I think it’s going to blow your mind.”

 

 

THE END