"I've been having strange dreams again..."

"Oh? Go ahead, Miss Bower. You know this is a safe space to get anything off your chest. Anything said in this room is strictly confidential, though I trust you understand that you only have to share what you feel comfortable with."

"Right, yeah. Well, it's just that... I'm not even sure what to make of them? It just feels weird, you being the company shrink and my dreams being... sort of about the company?"

"Listen, I work for several companies, I'm not on tenure or anything. Besides, I'm a licensed therapist not some corporate spy, try to give my integrity some credit." The woman smiles, setting her notepad down and crossing one leg over the other, black heel bouncing in Mary's vision.

Mary brushes a few locks of curly brown hair from her face, giving the older woman an apologetic, sheepish grin. "Um, sorry. Hey isn't tenure a thing doctors get?"

The smartly dressed woman peers at Mary through her glasses. "I am a doctor."

"Oh, uh, right." A frazzled Mary ends up feeling even more awkward, is this how therapy usually goes?

"I think we've lost track of the conversation. You were telling me about these strange dreams of yours, something to do with the company?"

Mary hesitates, pursing her lips, before loosening and answering a few seconds later. "Well, uh, you know how this building only has 15 floors?"

"Only? This more than qualifies as a high rise building, especially in a quiet town like this one."

"Well yeah but uh... what I mean is, one of the elevators has 16 buttons. It doesn't work, but it's pretty weird right? I initially thought it might be an old basement that's been abandoned or something like that, but then I remembered this building is super new. This time last year, this was an empty lot. It's kind of insane nobody talks about this more, I mean how does that even happen? Buildings like this usually take years in this country-"

"How does all of this relate to this dream of yours, Miss Bower?"

"Oh, right... I dreamt that I visited the 16th floor."

"Hm. Is that so?" The therapist picks her notepad back up and jots something down, before flicking her eyes back up to Mary. "And? What did you find there?"

"I found... it's really weird, but... I saw some really strange things..."

"Even in my field, analysing dreams is nothing more than theory-crafting and speculation, but even still... I find that everything that happens in a person's head is linked together in some small way. If you're comfortable sharing, I'm here to listen."

"The corridors were white, it was brightly lit, looked like some kind of sci-fi set. There were people walking around in lab coats, then there were those in the jumpsuits. Those ones were herding the others in lines, through the corridors, into the rooms."

"The ones in jumpsuits were herding who exactly?"

"Girls, naked girls. They had something wrong with them I think, none of them were talking and they just stared ahead blankly. Oh, they were all blonde too."

"Hm, have you ever thought about going blonde, Mary?"

"...What kind of question is that?"

"I'm just interested in what your mind could be telling you, maybe you dreamt of something you wished to try? Experimentation? That could explain the lab aesthetic."

"No, I don't want to be some exhibitionist zombie if that's what you're getting at, also I'd look terrible as a blonde."

"Very well, what happened next?"

"Hm? Uh, I didn't want to follow the zombies, so I went the other way. Towards where they came from. I saw a room with another group, they were being given injections of some kind. Real creepy shit... uh, stuff."

"I'm not your school counsellor, Mary, speak freely."

"Uh-huh... so, I was pretty freaked out by this point. I mean, I'd clearly seen something I wasn't meant to right? The thing is, everything was so white and there weren't any signs or anything, I guess I'd walked further than I thought... I couldn't find the elevator I'd entered from. I was worried..."

"Worried that if you were caught, they'd turn you into a zombie?"

Mary gulps and nods, hands gripping her knees.

"So, were you?"

"I..."

"Mary, do you remember being stripped down and microchipped?"

"...what? I-"

"I recall you saying that you've had strange dreams lately, so this isn't the only one? Tell me about one of your other dreams."

The intern takes a moment to collect her thoughts and catch her breath, before continuing. The shrink's strange question plays in her mind but she tries to ignore it. What a guess, though...

"I dreamt that my colleague, Sophia, made me sit on the photocopier after she found out I somehow forgot to put underwear on that day..."

"Ah, yes, the classic embarassment dream. That one is fairly normal, I can assure you."

"It is? She spread the copies around the office... Sophia got employee of the month after that and I got... pussy of the month."

The therapist almost chokes on her coffee, setting the mug down and returning to her notepad to write something down.

"In the other dream I had, we had a staff meeting in the office for brand awareness and I recognised one of the models. She pretended not to notice me, but after the meeting she dragged me to the janitor's closet and pushed me up against the wall, I remembered her being shorter than me but her shoes added a lot of height... her lips were so soft, her tongue so warm. She'd apparently fucked around with all our old classmates, I was one of the stragglers. She said it was nice to catch up and finally cross another off the yearbook, it was so bizarre. She tasted like cherry."

"Dreaming of the class slut you never had a go on? Pardon my bluntness..."

"N-no, that's the weird part, she wasn't any kind of slut or even popular in high school, she was in my friend group, we mostly just hung out in the library. I had no idea why she'd dyed her hair and become a model. When I woke up, it was so obviously a dream I felt like knocking myself on the head."

"So you had a bi-curious dream about an old friend, it makes sense, most of your department are women, the familiarity is a factor too and models are just a natural symbol of attractiveness."

"I guess... I'm not bi-curious though, I recently found out that I'm just bi. Or, maybe not even that?"

"You're a lesbian, Mary? Your dreams definitely gave me that indication, I understand the frustrations of working around straight women. Before meeting my wife, I often struggled to find the confidence to speak up and ask that awkward question."

"Well, I uh, I'm kind of dating Sophia. I think? She's sort of complicated, she's very flirtatious and... well, the janitor's closet thing is something she's probably done for real, y'know? I like her, though, she likes to take control while I... well, I'm not as..."

"Did she make you wear that collar? It's rather cute, Mary."

"E-excuse me? It's a choker, not a collar... yeah, it was a gift from Sophia. She said the neck is overlooked real estate on the body, people should decorate them more. She offered to decorate mine with hickeys, but gave me the choker when she saw how embarassed I was. I wonder if she was being serious, I ended up spending the day wishing I'd said yes."

"She probably wanted to wind you up just like that, have you spend the whole day thinking about her, so she succeeded?"

Mary nods, biting her lip and tracing the choker with a finger.

"Would you let Sophia choke you?"

"Wh-what?"

"If you found yourself back in the janitor's closet, pushed up to that wall again with Sophia's hand around your neck and a hand down your pants, do you think you'd be able to delay orgasm until you had dots form in the corners of your vision? Or would you be a messy wreck under her hands within seconds?"

"I... that's horrible... that's inappropriate. Why would you-"

"Miss Bower, I'm trying to help you here. Get to the bottom of this tangled mess of desire and frustration you appear to be caught up in. You seem less honest with yourself than you'd care to admit, but you're forgetting that there's no place for shame in this room okay?"

Mary let's out a long exhale and drops her shoulders, leaning back into the reclining chair. "I mean, it's scary, something like that..."

"And yet, you dream of scary, or uncomfortable things and I'm beginning to think these dreams of yours have all excited and stimulated you in some way. Are these perhaps fantasies playing out in your mind, where you can be free from guilt and shame? If you dreamt it, you're absolved of any embarassment for having thought it up... so you can pretend they're not things you really want. Am I making sense, Miss Bower?"

The intern squirms uncomfortably, shaking her head. "That can't be..."

"That choker you wear is symbolic of what you really want, Mary. You want to be Sophia's. You want to be choked out, publicly humiliated and put on exhibit, used by friends, changed beyond your control, liberated from stress. These are all secret desires that hide just beneath the surface Mary. It's plain to see."

"That's absurd. You're way off the mark, I mean... you said this dream stuff is all theory-crafting nonsense and now you're saying-"

"I'm telling you the truth, Mary, again. This isn't the first time you've sat and lied to me in that chair, trying to claim you're a normal, innocent sweetheart with good natured thoughts and desires. I have a moral obligation to remind you yet again that you're not sweet or innocent Mary, you're a submissive slut with a fetish for being used and controlled. You're such a lucky girl though, you've found the perfect place for someone like you. The perfect company, in both senses of the word."

Mary huffs, the suffocating air of the room making her sweat in her reclined position. "I-I'm not-"

"Mary, you've been touching yourself for the past ten minutes, I expect you to clean the mess you've made of my chair. I do need to remind you that this is a therapist's office, not your fetish den. I'm already indulging you more than I strictly should, in my professional opinion. Tell her, Sophia."

"Shhh, Mary you don't need to listen to her." Sophia whispers, sitting beside Mary and holding her head gently. "No chair worth keeping hasn't seen a few good orgasms and at Blisscorp we only aim for the best."

"Y-yes Sophia." Mary blurts, letting out a small moan as she feels another hand join her own under her slacks.

"Thaaat's a good girl, Mary. Now, pay attention to the nice lady, remember I'm not here. It's just you and your therapist."

"I- Right, yess..." Mary swallows and looks back up at the woman sat behind her desk.

"Mary, every time you come pay me a visit I like to think we make a breakthrough of some variation. Your denial is strong, but can we work towards admit that you're the neediest slut in the building?"

Her mind and heart racing, the reclined girl's breath hitches and she lets out a louder moan, her fingers seeming to move on their own. She nods and stares up at her smart therapist.

The woman smiles and leans over her desk, her heavy chest swaying from her movement, held at bay by her straining blouse. Mary seems transfixed, forgetting her manners and staring straight at it. "Mary, mary, mary... how did such an airhead intern manage to get such special treatment? Sophia has a reputation for tossing you lot to the wind the moment she gets bored and finds a new toy to go chew on. I wonder what makes you so special."

"You're special, Mary~ So special~ Sophia's favourite~" Sophia's whispers don't register to Mary, after all she's alone with her therapist, still though... they make her feel happy.

"She's going to be your boss soon, isn't she? Taking that underqualified college dropout's position, not much of a promotion but she'll be your superior... well, more officially your superior. I can imagine how excited you are to have her above you in rank now along with everything else. Trapped beneath her?"

"Ahnnh... yyeahh... Sophia's~"

"Sophia's what, Mary?" The busty therapist asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Anything! Everything! I... ohhhh I neeed to..."

Sophia's tongue dances around her plaything's ear, before blowing a warm breath of hot air into it along with the word. "Cum~"

Mary's toes curl and she grips the faux leather tight, her back arching against it and her head thrown back into the cushion. Her body spasms with delight as a well earned climax rolls through it, rocking her hips against what she thinks are her own fingers as her entrance tightens around them.

A few moments later, the intern lays limp and sweaty on the chair, her chest rising and falling heavily with exhausted panting and happy sighing. Things certainly fired up towards the end there, another successful therapy session for a promising young intern.

Sophia leads Mary out of the room to get her cleaned up and back to work, while the therapist kicks her feet up onto the desk and slides her pencil skirt down to stroke over her damp panty mound.

"Mmmh..." The woman lazily groans, having held back from masturbating while putting on that little performance for Mary. She feels grateful to Sophia, this has and will continue to be a nice little arrangement. The overly reserved Mary can be pulled out of her shell to better embrace her true needs, Sophia can get everything she wants as always... and Lady Bliss can play at being therapist once again. So much fun, a real win-win scenario. The woman thinks back to her last gig in 'professional therapy', that all-girls school where everything started. This town really is one of a kind, the perfect middle of nowhere for a seedy but incredible well funded corporation to set its roots.

She needs to be careful with Mary, however, those dreams of hers were not intentional. That's why they bother to chip the office staff in the first place, to have them forget anything that may create complications or to avoid unnecessary paperwork. Mary may have stumbled on her chip a little earlier than scheduled, which is fine... but the fact she retained the memory, even in dream...

Lady Bliss shifts and works the hand between her legs harder. Nothing turns her on like a challenge. Just like Mary, she too likes to ride on the edge of danger.