As the door to the apartment opened Pam delivered her perfect practiced smile. “Hi there! Home Cook delivery here, giving you a delicious home cooked meal prepared just for you.”
    It was the same speech she gave on every delivery and yet Pam truly never got tired of it. She loved bringing ingredients and supplies to people so that they could make themselves healthy meals, and her customers were always super grateful. There were already a ton of regulars requesting that it was Pam hand delivering their orders, which seemed silly considering she was just dropping off a box with a smile. But they were nice and always thrilled to see her. Not to mention how generous they always tipped.
    Tonight’s delivery wasn’t a regular but a new customer named Gabriela. It was hard to make out much of the young girl’s face with her hood up and her dark hair hanging over half her face, as if she was trying to hide from view. What was immediately obvious to Pam was how nervous Gabriela was, which set off Pam’s sympathetic instincts.
    “Let me guess, you’re not much of a chef?”
    Gabriela blushed, shrinking back a little into her apartment. “Not really…”
    “Don’t worry, you’ll do great. I didn’t cook for myself a lot before joining Home Cook, but now I cook all the time.”
    What little Pam could see of Gabriela’s face was only turning more red. “That’s not really what I’m nervous about,” she muttered, toying with the strings of her hoodie.
    “Well what are you nervous about then?” Pam asked. She was completely genuine, but whatever was weighing on Gabriela was something she wasn’t ready to say.
    Instead the introverted girl pivoted the conversation by pointing at the box in Pam’s arms. “Is that my meal?”
    “Yup! A honey glazed pork loin with roast carrots and green beans, not to mention potatoes for mashing.” Pam felt hungry just imagining how good the meal would be when Gabriela cooked it. The instructions were simple too so that anyone could make it. And Pam had picked out the tastiest looking ingredients at the store herself. Surely Gabriela was in for a great meal, though Pam still couldn’t figure out why the girl was so nervous. It was almost like she was nervous about a date or something.
    Pam’s smile softened affectionately when she noticed the way Gabriela’s eyes would look at her and quickly dart away. The way any smitten girl would react to someone they were attracted to. So that was it. Pam knew she was pretty, of course. There were plenty of guys and girls who’d developed crushes on her, and Pam suspected that more than a few of her regulars were requesting her just for the chance to talk with her more.
    Pam had to admit that Gabriela was cute, in a shy, nerdy way. But Pam was a professional and wouldn’t dream of flirting with a customer or leading anyone on to try and get tips. All Pam wanted was the satisfaction of bringing the best ingredients and leaving her customers satisfied, like a good Home Cook delivery girl should.
    “You’re really going to have a great time with this one,” she promised as she handed the box over to Gabriela. “Be sure to leave a review letting the service know how you enjoyed everything!” Pam flashed one final dazzling smile before she turned and headed off down the hallway, having completed another successful delivery.
    So she was a little surprise to hear a door slam open as Gabriela rushed out of her apartment after her, a panicked expression pinned to her face as she gripped the delivery box tight.
    “Wait! Aren’t you… aren’t you going to, um… help?”
    “Sorry, Gabriela. I just deliver the ingredients. There’s all sorts of tips and instructions in the box, and you can always look at the site if you have any questions while you cook.”
    “But-!”
    Pam sighed. Having a crush was understandable, but she wasn’t about to get talked into someone’s apartment to cook for them. Not unless they had a really good pickup line to make it tempting.
    Suddenly Gabriela exclaimed, “The code!”
    Pam raised an eyebrow and repeated, “The code?”
    Gabriela tucked the Home Cook box under one arm and began frantically fumbling in her hoodie pocket, finally pulling out her phone. “There was a code they sent me. Hang on.”
    So that’s what it was. Probably some promo code for a discount.
    “Where is it?” whispered Gabriela, desperately scrolling on her phone. Finally her face lit up. “Oh right. Uh, Amuse-Bouche?”
    The familiar words marinated into Pam’s mind. Her eyes glazed over as her body wilted, slumping forward. Her consciousness dissolved like a cube of sugar sinking into warm tea. In seconds Pam was rendered mindless, standing slumped in the hallway with an absent smile.
    Slowly she straightened up to stand at attention. Her empty eyes fixed on Gabriela. The face she’d memorized from the order delivery. Everything Pam needed to know to serve Gabriela was already hiding in her subconscious. She read through Gabriela’s order as easily as reading a recipe from a book, knowing that everything was already prepared.
    In an empty, professional tone Pam recited, “Hello Mistress. Thank you for ordering from Home Cook delivery, where we bring a happy and obedient chef to serve you personally. Shall I bring the ingredients inside and get started pleasing you?”
    Gabriela stood there gaping for some time, clearly astonished by the hypnotic change in Pam’s demeanor. Pam, herself devoid of all thoughts, simply stood there awaiting her next command.
    Eventually Gabriela snapped out of her daze. They were standing in the middle of the hallway where anyone could see the gorgeous, entranced girl she’d ordered off the internet. “G-get inside!”
    “Yes Mistress,” Pam replied easily, following Gabriela inside of her apartment. Absently the entranced woman noted how messy the apartment was. It was clear that Gabriela was not only lacking in cooking experience but also cleaning. This ran through her mind without conscious thought. Instead Pam made a subconscious note that she would recommend her Mistress take a look at their sister company which delivered hypnotized women specialized in cleaning and sexual services. After all, Pam was only specialized in cooking and sexual services.
    Which is why Pam began to strip, completely unconcerned about the red-faced Gabriela watching nearby.
    “Whoa.”
    Pam froze, her shirt half over her head and her tits exposed for Gabriela’s enjoyment. “Would my Mistress prefer that I stripped and dressed in another room?”
    Her vision was blocked with her shirt covering her eyes, but Pam heard a disgusted scoff. “Why would anybody pass up on watching you strip?”
    “Some users prefer to witness their selected outfits once I am completely dressed, so as to not ruin the effect.”
    “Oh. I guess that makes sense. Um, could you strip here and then go to another room to change?”
    “Of course, Mistress. I am yours to command for the time you have purchased.” With that Pam resumed whipping off her shirt. Normally the mindless woman would undress efficiently, but she had been conditioned to take her time when it was obvious that a user was receiving excessive sexual gratification from her undressing. In this case it was quite obvious that Gabriela was enjoying herself as she was already masturbating as Pam slid down her pants.
    “So you, uh, don’t mind that I’m touching myself like this?”
    “Of course not, Mistress. Would you like me to watch you masturbate? I could also masturbate as well.”
    Gabriela hissed in a breath, clearly overcome with the possibilities at hand.
    As much as Pam was conditioned to serve as an obedient sexual plaything, she also had one command that went above all others. To make sure that she fed her Mistress a delicious meal. Which is why she put her hands to her sides and blankly said, “Mistress, I will require some time in the kitchen to prepare your meal.”
    “Oh. That wasn’t, like, just an excuse to get you over and use you?”
    “No Mistress. I am quite proud of the ingredients I have selected and cannot wait to serve you your food.” Pam spoke with mindless enthusiasm, and it was odd for some people to hear her speak with passion while being otherwise emotionless. But it was that dedication to her craft even while deeply brainwashed that made Pam such a popular choice among the customers.
    Nodding, Gabriela pulled her hand out of her pants with some regret. “Okay. I guess you can cook.”
    “Do not worry, Mistress. The ham will require over an hour in the oven, while the side dishes will require only minimal time to prepare. This will leave approximately thirty nine minutes in which I am free to be used as your sexual plaything, Mistress.”
    Gabriela gaped at Pam with some awe.
    “Not to mention that you can always fuck my brains out after I have served you your meal, Mistress.” Pam added a programmed seductive note to that addition, batting her eyes and biting her lip at the end just as she’d been conditioned. It won Gabriela over instantly. “You can continue to masturbate as I undress as well, Mistress.”
    Gabriela did just that, clearly enjoying herself as Pam made a show of removing her underwear. Once naked she even did a few turns and struck some pre-programmed poses. Gabriela even commanded a few specific poses for her sexual gratification, including something called an ‘aheago’ pose that Pam would store subconsciously to be used with other customers. With her tongue hanging out and eyes crossed, Pam let out a sexual moan as she heard Gabriela cumming. She held the pose as Gabriela grunted and groaned and came down from her orgasm. Then she primly stood at attention and smiled.
    “I shall now change into your selected outfit. I will return shortly, Mistress.”
    Gabriela was too blissed out to respond, still fresh off her orgasm, but eventually she recovered and once again became a nervous wreck. This had been her fantasy for years and now she’d finally pulled the trigger on ordering a hypnotized slave. Well, renting a hypnotized slave was more correct, but Pam was all hers. Ready to obey her every command.
    Naturally this left Gabriela completely panicking on what to do next. She tried using her phone to distract her, only her attention stayed fixed on her bedroom door, where a hypnotized stranger was dressing up in the sexy outfit she’d ordered off the app. Gabriela tried masturbating again, but realized how foolish it was to wear herself out with another orgasm before Pam even got back. In the end Gabriela busied herself by unloading the Home Cook delivery box and setting out the ingredients— after washing her hands thoroughly, of course.
    It was a good distraction and made it clear that Pam really did care about her job. The pork loin and the veggies looked freshed in their bags, with a good selection of spices that Gabriela had never touched before. She figured Pam must have been a real cook before she got hypnotized by the app. Was Pam aware of her being a sex slave as well as a cook? She must be for practical reasons, but it was hot for Gabriela to fantasize about some sinister app abducting and brainwashing beautiful chefs into obedient slaves.
    The fantasy was just forming in her head when she heard the bedroom door finally open. Gabriela’s breath caught in her chest as she heard the clicking of high heels approaching. The steps were slow, methodical, the gait of an entranced woman coming to serve her.
    As Pam appeared in the kitchen Gabriela had to admit that the other customers were right: it was so worth waiting to see Pam full dressed.
    Pam stood before her temporary mistress in a playboy bunny outfit, the black tights fitting perfectly snug and accentuating her curves. Her high heels and fishnet stockings made her legs look absolutely delicious, while the detached shirt collar and short tie around her neck almost gave the impression of a collar for Gabriela to grab and lead her slave around. Pam had even pulled her hair up into a bun, with a pair of black bunny ears set atop her head, one ear flopping slightly.
    It was a complete transformation from the sweet delivery girl Pam had arrived as. Now she was a perfect stylish bunny, with impeccable makeup and a mindless gleam in her eyes.
    “Your slave is here to serve you now, Mistress. I hope my outfit is to your liking.”
    Gabriela realized she’d been too stunned to remember to breathe and quickly gulped in air. “Y-yes. Yes. Oh my god yes. You look amazing.”
    “Thank you, Mistress. I exist to please you.” With that Pam did a slow turn, rotating herself gracefully to show off the way the bunny outfit snugly covered her ass, leaving a teasing amount of each cheek showing. Gabriela walked over and reached out her hand, but stopped herself short.
    Pam stopped rotating, freezing in place like a statue. “You can touch me, Mistress. My body is yours to enjoy.”
    “Okay,” Gabriela replied uncertainly, biting her lip. Even with Pam hypnotized she still felt nervous about, well, just touching another person so openly. Pam remained in place, patiently keeping herself on display.
    Finally Gabriela worked up her nerve and stuck her hand out. She grabbed Pam’s ass and froze, reacting like she’d just groped a bomb. But Pam let out a sensual moan, gently grinding her rear back against Gabriela’s hand.
    “Mhm. Oh Mistress. Use your bunny slave.”
    “Oh fuck,” was all Gabriela could whimper. Then the floodgates broke and she wrapped her arms around Pam. It was a mad rush of kissing and squeezing and touching. It was a completely uncoordinated rush of passion, but Pam knew exactly how to respond to her. Or at least had been conditioned with the perfect responses. Pam knew when to writhe in pleasure, when to moan with delight, and when to remain completely still and silent, simply a doll for Gabriela to touch.
    Gabriela had slid her fingers into the crotch of the bunny outfit, marveling at just how wet the other girl was. 
    “Miiistresss,” Pam whined, her legs shaking. “Please. How can I- ohhh, how can I please you?”
    “You-” Gabriela gulped, then worked up her nerve. “Eat me out, slave.”
    Pam’s eyes filled with delight. “Yes, Mistress.” Pam slid neatly into a crouch, letting Gabriela’s hands trace over her body as she dipped low enough to serve as commanded. She tugged with conditioned nervousness at Gabriela’s pants, meekly sticking out her lower lip with a silent plea that she wanted her Mistress.
    It was hot. So hot. Having a gorgeous girl like Pam all but begging for her. But it wasn’t quite what Gabriela wanted. She was too afraid of saying anything as she unzipped her pants, but Pam somehow caught the hesitation. The bunny slave rested a hand on Gabriela’s.
    “Tell me how you want me to serve, Mistress. I will do anything you request.”
    “W-well… you’re very sexy and all but could you… could you act mindless again?”
    Pam smiled warmly, a beautiful smile. And then the light faded from her eyes gradually, the muscles in her face relaxing one by one as that smile faded away. Pam spoke, emotion draining with every word. “As you command, my Mistress.”
    Electric tingles shot up Gabriela’s spine. It was perfect. The now blank Pam remained in a crouch, blankly pulling down Gabriela’s pants and panties. She began to eat her out with a completely empty expression, her movements mechanical and slow.
    “Oh god yes,” Gabriela whimpered as she finally had her greatest fantasy fulfilled. A mindless servant. Totally at her mercy. And Pam was so perfectly mindless too. Her head shifting back and forth as she serviced Gabriela, the bunny ears on her head bouncing. Gabriela leaned back against the kitchen counter, savoring the ministrations of her mindless plaything. At this angle she could look down and see that Pam’s eyes were open, totally blank and empty as she obeyed.
    It took no time at all before Gabriela was cumming helplessly from the purely erotic sight. Her slave licked Gabriela clean without a word, then stood at attention as if she were a doll.
    “Shall I preheat the oven and begin cooking, or would my Mistress prefer another orgasm?”
    Gabriela’s legs were wet noodles, her mind complete mush, so she barely managed to squeak our a quiet, “Cook.”
    “As you wish, Mistress.” Pam turned primly and began to move about the kitchen. As Gabriela slunk into a chair to recover she had time to marvel as Pam worked. It was clear she was still entranced, and yet Pam worked with efficiency and grace as she chopped vegetables and mixed a sauce for the pork. Perhaps being in trance made her a better, more focused chef?
    Gabriela wasn’t sure, but what she was certain of was that watching the hypnotized Pam cooking in her sexy bunny outfit was a sight that she wanted to burn into her mind and keep forever. Her slave working so diligently to serve her. 
    Now Gabriela understood the purpose of the Home Cook service. It wasn’t just about the sex, which was already great and sure to be mind blowing when they fully got into it later. There was something special about watching Pam cooking for her, working for her; it was an erotic sight all it’s own. It left a warm, happy glow in Gabriela’s chest that only grew as the food cooked. 
    Just as Pam said there was downtime in between the steps of the recipe. When there was nothing else to do but wait Pam would come to a complete stop. A woman in her sexy bunny outfit who stood motionless and thoughtless in place. As tempted as Gabriela was to get up and grab at her plaything again, it was also fascinating watching her behave like a programmed cooking machine. Pam was a sexy bunny doll until some internal clock told her when to move again, and she would seamlessly return to cooking without missing a step. Then once the next phase of the recipe was complete she returned back to stillness, always in a pose where Gabriela could appreciate her form.
    Gabriela sat clutching her chair the entire time. Her stomach was rumbling from the delicious aroma of the food, and her body was yearning for the delicious woman before her. Pam was the perfect slave. Dedicated, skilled, and knowing exactly how to please.
    She was worth every penny of what Gabriela had paid. Gabriela was already planning out the five star review she would leave. And as Pam began plating the food and bringing it to the table, Gabriela was adjusting her budget to work out when she’d be able to rent her out again.
    But all of that fell to the wayside as Pam suddenly appeared before her. The bunny girl dropped to her knees and dipped her head. “Your dinner is prepared, Mistress. Please follow me to the table and enjoy your food.”
    Gabriela leaned towards the kneeling sleeve. She stroked her cheek and cupped her chin, making Pam look up at her so that she could study those blank, empty eyes.
    “Who do you serve?”
    “I serve you, Mistress. With all my body and soul.”
    Gabriela shuddered, before bending down to kiss Pam deeply. “Good slave. Now follow me to the table and kneel by my side.”
    “Of course, Mistress.”
    Gabriela stood, feeling taller than she’d ever felt before. She walked to her table and sat down, a satisfied sense of power settling inside her as Pam neatly knelt at her side. “You’re such a perfect slave.”
    “Thank you, Mistress. I exist to please.”
    The dignified position of an all powerful Mistress had always been Gabriela’s dream. She simply lacked the confidence to pull it off in front of someone else. But here with Pam it was easy to play the part. Maybe with this practice she’d even be able to apply some of this confidence to the rest of her life.
    Then Gabriela took one bite of her dinner and the air of the stern mistress vanished. “Oh my god,” Gabriela moaned, her face filled with pure delight. “Holy shit you can cook. Like this is so good!”
    “Thank you, Mistress. I exist to please.”
    Gabriela blushed over her outburst. She was supposed to behave like the mistress, after all. Then again, Pam was too mindless to care about her breaking character. This was all for Gabriela’s benefit, after all. So Gabriela decided to enjoy her dinner however she liked, and she truly did enjoy it. The home cooked meal was just as perfect as Pam herself. As Gabriela wolfed down the food she kept reaching out to pet Pam’s head, favoring her mindless doll with compliments that Gabriela wasn’t certain she could really hear.
    But Pam heard, as she heard all of the compliments her customers gave her. Deep in her subconscious Pam was filled with pride that she could serve and give joy to her owner. They would enjoy the meal, and then they would enjoy Pam herself. That she could help her customers live out their fantasies and desires was such a dream for Pam. She held a deep pride in her ability to serve. As both a chef and a sex slave, Pam only wished to be the best that she possibly could. And with every delivery she was grateful that the Home Cook app had given her the ability to give pleasure in both regards.
    “Slave.”
    Pam was lost in those deep thoughts, but her hypnotized body responded to the call of her Mistress. Her head turned up to Gabriela, eyes empty and voice emotionless as she replied, “How may I serve you, Mistress?”
    “Strip for me.”
    While Pam’s face remained blank, deep inside she felt a rising excitement and the familiar thrill of what was to come. “Anything you desire, my Mistress.” The slave stood and began to slip out of her bunny outfit, eager to find out just how her mistress Gabriela would fuck her. Whatever it was, Pam would be happy and eager to obey.