Carmen woke up early and peeled herself out of bed, practically jumping into her gym attire and hooking the prepared work bag around her arm. She felt a strong desire to get to work as quick as possible today, forgetting makeup entirely this time around as she eagerly locked the apartment door behind her. The subway ride was predictably bleak, she just wanted to get back to the office and impress her boss with a less distracted workout routine. If she admitted fully that she craved the other's scent, it would no longer be so distracting. She just had to accept it, to adjust. 

"Look who's here bright and early. Good morning, Carmen. Are you ready to work up a sweat?" Rose looked as composed as ever, which almost broke through Carmen's fragile nerves already. The intern had resolved to lift the normal weights this time, she knew she could do it. Taking deep, unrestricted breaths of Rose's thick pheromones, the intern acknowledged her addiction to each and every heavy breath she took. Now that it no longer created a distraction, she could just proceed with the set without losing strength... 

Rose seemed pleased, throwing a few admiring glances back in Carmen's direction. These did serve to sap her strength a little, but she always regained it with a few deep inhales. Where the heady air had once weakened her, she now used it as a form of strength. The trade off, of course, was an inability to hide her building arousal. Carmen had not realised quite how stiff her nipples were, which were especially pronounced as they poked through her sports bra. The gym shorts she wore were in a similar state of unkempt lust, outlining the damp mound packaged within which oozed warmth as quickly as the intern could breath it in. Her skin was flush, cooled only by the beads of sweat which rolled down her body periodically. 

To Carmen's delight Rose looked impressed, but she was unprepared for the woman stepping over to praise her improvements, running her hand over the muscles on Carmen's arms and giving them a playful squeeze. The compliments were like a shortcut to the intern's pleasure centre, making her too warm and giddy to question the other's motives. She really, really wanted to keep impressing her boss now. Before long, Carmen found herself laying out over the bench and assuming position for a bench press, Rose obviously offering to spot her. From this position, Carmen realised her face was inches away from Rose's full thighs, a visible glaze coating them which made almost made the intern salivate. The air around her became so thick and pungent that Carmen struggled against the bar more than she had expected... in fact, she was finding it impossible to lift even with her praise-worthy muscles. She was suddenly so weak again, just huffing more and more until even lifting her arms was too tiring. 

"It's alright Carmen, you don't need to be able to lift heavy weights." Rose smiled reassuringly, crouching down to plant another fresh kiss against her intern's face, which the girl accepted openly at this point. Carmen's arms fell down to her sides and she waited for her boss to comfort her more, or to tell her anything. "Your job is to serve me, isn't it? You don't need to be strong to do that, in fact, you could be incredibly weak and still be a wonderful assistant."

"I... really?" She knew she looked like a deer in headlights, but Carmen was feeling meeker by the second, taking longer breaths which seemed to calm her down.

"That's right, silly, you're not here to be strong. You're here to obey." Rose stepped closer, taking her intern's wrists and pulling them back up to the bar. "It's so heavy, isn't it?"

The metal felt cool and impossibly heavy, Carmen only able to hold her arms up because Rose held them for her. She wanted to touch herself badly, more than lifting the bar in her weak grip. More than anything. "So... so heeaavy..." She felt so grateful to her boss, everything was starting to make so much sense now.

"Just breathe in, and relax. That's an order."

Carmen obeyed. Her thoughts were completely scrambled, yet perfectly aligned. Like she was unable to make sense of them herself, but Rose could pluck at and arrange them with ease. That made her happy for some reason, so she smiled. Rose was helping her, making her better. Closer.

Better? She wasn't sick, nor injured. No, better... improved, more efficient. A better employee. A better servant. 

The deeper her breaths, the better she felt. Closer.

Her eyes were glazed and her jaw had begun to droop, Carmen just in awe of the woman spotting her. Not that she was capable of lifting anything, her mind was wide open but her body had become cut off. She was there to listen, her mind on a canvas, ready to be painted over. 

"Good toy, you're almost ready. Keep going, wide open for me dear. Crave me. It feels good, doesn't it? Giving yourself up like this, the thrill only increases. Making you hornier and hornier while your thoughts go bye bye. With each... and every... deep, indulgent breath."

Carmen's slick back arched against the bench, her legs spreading apart. So close now. The intern was dripping with molten desire, rocking her head back and staring pleadingly at her boss before both eyes started to cross. No matter how much she wanted to touch herself, to lose herself, Rose held firm onto her wrists. Carmen moaned and whined, feeling more like a rowdy animal than a professional young woman. The warmth, the bubbling warmth pooling inside her was bubbling up. The warmth pulsed and throbbed, filling her with pure unfiltered arousal.

Perfectly focused on nothing, Carmen thrashed against the bench in sudden orgasm. 

Deep within, she knew that a part of her had been overwritten. 

It took a while for the wall ahead of Carmen to become anything but a hazy blur of colour. She blinked. Then again, her mind rebooting as she shook off all the cobwebs situated in the back of her head. She was sitting up on the bench and Rose was in the midst of her post-workout stretches, paying no mind to the sticky mess behind her who slowly picked herself up from the bench and stumbled over to the ensuite. 

"Oh uhm, do you want to use the shower first, Mrs. Grew?" Carmen felt bad for spacing out, she felt the need to prove that manners had not abandoned her entirely. 

Rose smiled and shook her head, wiping her brow. "No no that's quite alright, I'll take one after work now, seems we went a little over so it'll have to wait."

Looking at the time, Carmen was shocked. It was ten minutes into her shift already. She nodded shyly and chewed the inside of her cheek, realising that Rose's cloying post-workout scent would be igniting her loins in no time, the shift was doomed. Quickly throwing her work wear on over her gym clothes, Carmen started in a panicked tone. "S-so uh, what do you need me to get started on?" She hoped that she might be sent out to make coffee and clear her head. The poor intern could barely stand and her body felt so sensitive, did she even get any exercise in? Why was it so hard to remember... why was she kind of excited?

"Oh I need you on paperwork duty, filing my tasks by priority. Come, sit at my desk and I'll get you started." Mrs. Grew took a heavy swig from her bottle and led Carmen over to the other side of the desk, sitting her plaything in the cool leather seat. It soon warmed up, the intern beginning to feel light headed from the close proximity to her boss's soporific scent. 

"Okay, hah... this, uh, this is... I'm sorry, Mrs. Grew, can I just step out a moment? I think I need water..." Carmen tried breathing through her mouth, knowing that sitting this close to Rose was a clear danger to her senses and... judgement. It was like the interns grip on her own inhibitions was slowly slipping, she already forgot to keep her legs together as she sat back, filling out the chair. 

"Water? Here, take a sip. I promise it's just water!" Rose laughed, pressing the lip of her water bottle to Carmen's mouth and tilting it up. Carmen's eye's shot up to the view of her boss's underarm again and she tried to sit up.

Tried... failed. She couldn't stop imagining what would happen if she just... buried her face deep into the other woman's armpit. Carmen knew how wrong that was, that she would never think such things, sexualising such body parts... sexualising her boss... a woman! She knew it was all so wrong, but it all suddenly felt so... 

"Paperwork is ahead of you, dear, eyes forward." Rose did something odd. The woman snapped her fingers, causing Carmen to stop sipping immediately and take a look at the stack of papers on the desk. It just felt like the right thing to do. "That's better, well done Carmen." The intern blushed with the praise, taking the first sheet into shaky fingers as she simply tried to distract herself from the source of her internal crisis. 

"There, that's a good girl, take the first sheet and place it in the yellow tray. See the date, that's last month's paperwork. Those go in the yellow tray, say it with me." Rose's fingers dug into Carmen's shoulders, the woman pressing up to the back of her office chair and starting to massage the tension from her subordinate pinch by pinch. 

Carmen let out a breathy groan of confusion before steeling herself and repeating her boss's words. "Last, last month's paperwork... goes in the uh, goes in the yellow tray?" 

"Was that a question, pretty?" 

"I... pretty?" 

Mrs. Grew smirked, pushing down on the other's shoulders. "Focus."

"Okay... No. I mean, they go in the yellow tray."

"Good girl."

Closer.

It was becoming near impossible to collect her thoughts, Carmen had already long given up on getting out of her chair. Her addiction was strong and only getting stronger, focusing on this mundane task was all she could do to keep herself grounded. "The red tray is for this month's paperwork, then?"

"Such a promising assistant! That's exactly right, go ahead and file one." 

Carmen obeyed, hating how good it felt to receive praise. How much she wanted to fill her lungs with as much tainted air as she could and just fade out into the recesses of reality. It was an act of defiance to simply keep doing her job. 

Filing the sheet of this month's paperwork, Carmen buzzed in anticipation of another compliment. 

"Very well done."

Closer...

The chair below her had become inexplicably wet. Smiling just a little, Carmen couldn't help but be washed up in all that swarming bliss. She felt suffocated with pleasure as it hugged her skin and filled her nostrils, starting to pop away those surface worries as more and more heat bubbled up from down deep. Like a broken record, she had no idea she kept skipping. No concept of each iterative defeat, because every time she lost she'd simply reset. Weaker. Closer.

Carmen let out a heavy sigh, leaning back into the woman's hands and reaching out to file another sheet. It was such an easy, simple, pointless task. It was designed to let her drift, get lost in a maze of her own making. 

"Carmen."

Boss's words felt like honey in her ears, sweet and sticky and delicious and- Wait, that was her name. Carmen swallowed and looked up from her boring job, her eyes seeking validation with an urgency bordering on pathetic. 

"You're nice and relaxed now, maybe a little distracted hmm?"

Oh. Oh no, she was like, definitely focused. On... on her job, which... which was. Her job was, paperwork... yellow tray. Red tray... Hot and sticky and pretty? 

Mrs. Grew giggled at the lost expression on her intern's face, sliding her hands down Carmen's arms to take her wrists once again and hold them up. 

"You need to do your work to impress me. You want that, don't you doll? I know you do, it's written plain on that pretty face of yours... you look so cute, let me undo some of these buttons."

Carmen was locked in place, her arms held up in the air while Rose undid the buttons on her blouse. In no time at all, her shirt was fully open. Mrs. Grew reached into her stationary draw, pulling out a pair of slender scissors. The intern stared ahead with glassy eyes, like she had been put under a spell. Rose parted her thumb and forefinger and the blades moved with them, sliding one deep into her intern's cleavage as cool metal greeted melting skin. 

Snip. Snip-snip. 

The sports bra clung to Carmen's chest was no more, falling apart to reveal a pair of sweltering breasts with very attentive nipples. Her very skin was roused and flushed, one more praising away from goosebumps no doubt. 

"Hmm... Can you pant for me?" 

Carmen was haggard, her chest rising and falling with an enthusiasm unmatched by her emptying expression. Then she felt a hand grope at her chest and practically lolled her tongue out, having to put all her focus into catching her breath and not passing out. This air was only making her need worse, only making her closer.

"That's a yes. Good girl."

Mrs. Grew was becoming an impossible obstacle in Carmen's attempts to have an original thought. The woman filled up her whole mind, especially with a handful of Carmen's supple tit-flesh squeezed between her powerful fingers. It made her feel not only weak, but owned. Like she had no independence, no will to resist. What was happening to her? Did she even care? She was excited to see how much she could give up. How much could she lose before there was nothing left. Until there was no Carmen left, just an instinct. Perfectly addicted, perfectly obedient. Permanently and perfectly fucked.

"Gettouutofmyyyheaad..." Carmen whimpered, her nipples stiff in the office air and her arms still held up over her head obediently, like the doll she was becoming. 

It was a small victory, Carmen had resisted. She had to hold her breath for almost ten whole seconds and force her eyes shut just to get the sounds out, but a message of protest did indeed slip her lips. It was too late, however, as all of the intern's fight had escaped her lips with that breath. Rose knew, smugly, that her toy had just exhausted all of her resistance in a single bout. It was touching, but she was ready to submit herself to the scent. It was all she needed now. She was so, so close.

"Carmen, I'm cutting your strings now. Be a good girl and get on with your job, though I suppose you only need one hand for such a simple task." Rose took the scissors and snipped the air above Carmen's hands, dropping each limb heavily into her lap. Having impressed her control upon the intern fully now, she gave the doll a kiss on the cheek again and stepped around the desk, looking back into those empty eyes which stared blankly ahead. "I'm just stepping out for a while, I do have meetings to attend you know. Be back soon, don't go anywhere." 

And with that, Rose was gone. Before the office door had even swung closed, Carmen was already climaxing against her fingers.

Mrs. Grew's office had become and olfactory battleground between Rose's overwhelming pheromones and Carmen's overpowering lust. Her lower half had been stripped bare save for the pair of unkempt panties hanging loosely down by her knees. The infusion created by that mixture of scents would be enough to make anyone dizzy, let alone somebody as primed as Carmen. She was happily obeying her instructions and getting on with her task, while pleasuring herself liberally with the free hand. There was a satisfying rhythm to the whole endeavour which became symbiotic in nature, the more she filed the hornier she became. The more she masturbated, the more she could focus on her task. Every time she hit another orgasm, the intern felt her hard work paying off. Within an hour, Mrs. Grew's leather chair was as much a mess as the person melting against it. The air was so thick you could taste it, Carmen's excitement and exhaustion were palpable. 

She was panting, her legs crossed in the chair and her body arched forward, hair strewn over her face haphazardly. Carmen ached, Carmen itched, Carmen throbbed. Her mind was laid bare, the deeper she fell into her degeneracy the stronger the impulse became to explore her dripping vulva. Her dripping thoughts, drip dropping down into her slit and ejaculating out into her sticky shorts. What a mess, cumming her identity out onto soft fingertips. It felt so good.

...

Another hour passed, then another. Eventually, Carmen's eyes rolled back down and her breaths became steadier. It became easier to think again, harder to justify the depravity... 

The lust had won out and filled most of Mrs. Grew's office, which reeked of raw pussy. In the face of Carmen's impromptu gooning, Rose's own natural scent had retracted and been replaced. It lingered, but it was less fresh than the stench of sex which permeated throughout. If the office had not been sufficiently soundproofed, the entire floor and likely neighbouring ones would have been all too aware how many orgasms Carmen had let pass through. 

Carmen blinked. Then again, she blinked. How many times had she lost? Was this going to be her last shift as a normal person... she felt wet. Just wet, all over. Even her thoughts felt wet, dripping down into a deep black well.

It was still just her in the office, the papers had been scattered all over the desk from her erratic process, but the uncontrollable desire to obey had weakened. It meant there was still hope, that Rose would not maintain a permanent control over in her absence. Carmen took a deep breath to cool herself and slid the fingers out of her tired sex, hastily hiking her panties back up to hide her oozing shame. If she did not escape now, maybe find somebody to help, she may lose the game again. If she were to lose again, Rose might not give her another chance to get away. These were high stakes, her freedom, her entire identity was on the line. 

After another brief pause to collect herself and laugh at the absurdity of her situation, Carmen pushed away from the chair and rose to her feet. 

Thud!

Shit! Her legs were so tired they gave way instantly, sending Carmen sailing onto her knees on the office floor. Vaguely, she recalled something Mrs. Grew had told her, complimenting her willingness to kneel.

"Nnnoo, not me... that's not..."

But Rose's conditioning was the least of the intern's problems. Something glossy and deep glinted her eyes and she found herself drawn under the desk against her better judgement, convincing herself that it could be a tool to help ease her escape. On hands and knees, Carmen ventured under the desk and anxiously noted that it smelled a lot more like Rose down there than it did back up on the chair. 

When she finally felt around and made contact with the reflective object that had caught her attention, Carmen took a while to assess it's shape. There were two of them, black and smooth with a very distinctive shape. Each of them opened up on one side and had a pointy protrusion on the other. 

"Oh..." 

Carmen realised what she was holding and understood her mistake immediately. Sat innocently in her hands, under Mrs. Grew's desk, was a high-heeled shoe. It was dangerous and inviting, begging to be explored. The intern tried to convince herself it was gross to want to press the opening against her mouth and nose and huff, but it wasn't a very convincing argument. She recalled her interview, how Rose had dropped her heel... likely on purpose, but the scent was such a thrill. Carmen needed to crawl out from under the desk now, her evil boss could return any second. She needed to leave the office, find a way out. She knew she needed to put the shoe down, but she simply kept it in her hands. 

"Fffuck... no... just..." A swirl of pink was messing with her judgement again, those inhibitions that took off and never seemed to return. Why was it that a simple scent had her so hypnotised? Maybe she could find out if she just... "St-stop!" Carmen dropped the shoe before she could raise it up for a sniff, chewing at her lip in shame and indignation. To her dismay, Carmen could only sit and listen as the door to the office swung open once again and a pair of clacking heels met the floor with purpose. Just how many fucking shoes does this woman have, the intern thought with a sinking heart. 

"Has my little chicken fled the coop? How unexpected. Ah, oh well, back to work." Rose talked aloud, almost theatrically, were Carmen more collected it would have been obvious that the woman was toying with her even now. As the clacks became louder Carmen retracted under the desk, trying to hide as best she could with the generous space available. Her ankle brushed a metal loop bolted to the floor, everything she touched seemed to feel so cool against her sultry skin. 

Rose wiped down her office chair before she planted herself back into it, crossing one leg over the other as she often did. A leg bounced on the other's knee, the heel dangling from it's toe and her skin grossly incandescent. It was right in front of Carmen's face. Just a few inches. In front of her eyes, in front of her mouth, her nose. Carmen couldn't look away, Mrs. Grew's bobbing ankle held her focus like a carrot on a stick. The intern held her breath, knowing that she would lose the moment she inhaled. 

It felt so unfair to lose so easily, but she already began to anticipate the fall. She kept staring, focused, almost crossing her eyes out of muscle memory. Rose didn't even speak, just getting on with her actual work. The woman had no need to speak, her presence was enough to poke fine holes in all of Carmen's best laid plans. She was going to stay in this space for as long as it took, Carmen would have to breathe sooner or later.

Carmen considered trying to cover her face with her hand, or an article of clothing, but part of her knew that she couldn't resist the pull. A part of her, a growing part, wanted to surrender. That deep, dripping desire to do as she was told. To be a good girl for her employer. 

A gruelling sense of defeat overcame the weakened intern, who was still heavy in that post-orgasmic haze. She needed this internship, finding another job to pay her dreaded rent was too uncertain, so even if she left today with her mind intact... she would have to return. It was a game she couldn't win, there was no victories in sight. Carmen would lose, over and over and over again. The thought filled her with dizzying compulsions. To cry. To cum. To conform. 

The intern exhaled breathily against Mrs. Grew's crossed legs, leaning forward on her knees with her back curved. With one hand, she pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles and felt the open air against her oozing twat. The withdrawals had grown too strong, Carmen had already admitted to being addicted after all. With her resolve in tatters, the young woman took a short breath in. 

It tickled her lungs like an old flame kissing her on the lips. Feeling the defeat setting in, she took another breath, deeper. 

Rose pushed her chair forward and Carmen felt the warmth of those legs against her, huffing them in and remembering how good it felt to just lose herself. She nuzzled the legs, pressing her nose into the warm skin and giving up entirely. Smearing herself against those perfect, intoxicating legs until only a doting pet remained. Carmen indulged herself completely, the effect Rose had on her mind exponential with every inhale. Every inhale a submission, losing all over again with each deep breath. Pressing herself into Mrs. Grew's legs and becoming happily blank, Carmen began to fingerfuck herself on the edge of oblivion once more.

Were she in any rational state of mind, Carmen would be all too aware of how much noise she was making in that moment. Those needy whines and muffled squelches signalling her fall from independent thought, returning to an animal bent on sating her lustful desires at the cost of her own freedom. She was rubbing her boss's scent into her face with delicate gasps and drawn out groans of pleasure, their volume matched only by the indecent noises produced by the fingers playing her sex like an instrument. That is to say, when a polite knock against the office's door perked Mrs. Grew's head up from her work, Carmen had sunk too far into dreamland for the sound to even register. 

"You may enter." Rose declared casually, not at all seeming fazed by the sapphic orchestra at her legs. The reason for this was simple, as the handle on the office door began to twist, the woman raised her leg up, slipping it free from her heeled shoe and smothering Carmen's nose and mouth with the top of her exposed foot. Her toes scrunched around Carmen's face and pinched her noisy little mouth shut, while the other heeled shoe moved to bury itself against her intern's drooling honeypot. Carmen had been silenced and yet, the feelings she had been overwhelmed by had only been intensified tenfold. 

A co-worker from the office opposite had come in with a simple query about something or other, but Carmen was too distracted to be eavesdropping. The scent of Mrs. Grew's toes was making her giddier than ever, higher than a kite, flowing with molten desire. Her entire body rocked against the shoe pressed deep into her crotch, which gyrated as much as it was able, not nearly enough. The intern drooled onto her chin and the sole of Rose's foot absentmindedly, that strong foot-scent filtered air filling her lungs through flared nostrils, rolling her eyes up into that pink abyss. The second the office door swung closed and Rose pressed both feet down with more force, Carmen's hips buckled completely and she orgasmed once again in the sticky, blissful surrender she'd become accustomed to.

The foot retracted and Carmen could breathe properly again, her mind was almost entirely blank and that which remained thought only of her craven desires. With doe eyes she looked upon her employer's satisfied smirk and sunk down into the floor. It was becoming easy to submit to that overpowering scent, so easy in fact that Carmen forgot she was ever trying to resist. A part of her held on, but she had forgotten that also. 

"Now then, are you enjoying yourself down there? I know you are, so no need to think so hard about the answer alright?" Rose's words were playful, yet firm. Carmen knew she was succumbing to the woman's control, but felt the will slipping out from her hanging jaw. Each and every shameful nuzzle sapped the fight right out of her, each inhale made her more docile. 

"Uhmmm..." The intern failed to think up any response at all, her mind far too preoccupied at the moment. She blinked a few times to get a hold of herself, but then just let out an empty giggle at how dumb she just sounded. Simply stringing her own thoughts together was beginning to feel like a hassle, but her boss did ask her a question... right? 

"Carmen. Do you obey me?" Mrs. Grew took on a stricter tone, one that sent a shiver down the intoxicated intern's spine.

"Ummh." Carmen's eyes unfocused as she tried to conjure up the appropriate, professional response. Knowing that Mrs. Grew was her boss, it only made sense to say yes. Given that she was having difficulty with her words, the intern nodded sluggishly, a line of drool from her chin kissing the top of her employer's redolent foot. 

"Good, you shouldn't have to think about it however. I'm your boss, you're not to question me. You simply need to serve my every need, isn't that right dear?" Rose began to slide down her tight skirt, pulling her legs back in the process. Without them quite as close, Carmen could almost manage a coherent, original thought. The intern sighed and nodded again, her head tilting to one side and staring up and down the length of her boss's legs. 

"Well that's good to hear. Right now, I'd like you to pleasure me with your mouth." Rose stated matter-of-factly with a wicked grin, uncrossing her legs and letting the skirt drop to the floor. Wordlessly, the woman slid her panties down her thighs towards Carmen's sweaty face, the unmistakable trace of lustful residue present on the soft material. The next breath Carmen took as the damp panties crossed her vision made her feel weak, like she could faint. 

"I... uhmmm..." The intern was still stun-locked, her murmurs sounding devoid of any real intelligence. Like she was attempting to figure out why she was going along with all of this, but always taking so long to process her thoughts that she could no longer remember what she was doing. For some reason, there was a strong desire left with that confusion. A peculiar, uncharacteristic observation on Carmen's part. The young woman had never been attracted to another member of the opposite sex in any meaningful way and the idea of other women's genitals had always made her cringe. Rose was different. Hers demanded attention. Distantly, Carmen knew it was unnatural for her to think so, but she wanted to eat this woman out. No, she needed to. It was expected of her and the compulsion to oblige was absolute, steeled by each and every whimpering inhale. 

"I'll tell you what, if you do a good enough job then I shall give you these as a bonus." Rose's finger was hooked around her dangling panties, which swung overhead above Carmen's helplessly captivated eyes. With the raw underwear as incentive, Carmen wasted no time in shuffling closer between the woman's parted legs, the sides of her vision filled with creamy thigh and not much else. With a husky breath, the intern's tongue lolled out and she exhaled wantonly into the patient, moistening slit that laid before her. Rose shuddered from the warm air blown into her eager sex, gently running fingers through her subordinate's hair while lightly guiding the girl closer. 

And then Carmen inhaled. Deeply, through her nose. All of those happy, spacey, distant feelings seemed to increase tenfold. Pulled deep into a heady miasma of pleasure and confusion. The scent of her boss's lust made her feel softer, gave her the sense that she could crumple as easily as paper. Carmen was inadequate, unworthy and unqualified to be tickling Rose Grew's laviscious labia with her innocent, cherry tongue. Yet with every breath she was more and more bewitched by the airborne libido that filled her lungs and confiscated her brainpower. Rational thought was left to the wayside in favour of an intense, animal magnetism which bent Carmen into the shape of perfect obedience. With mindless zeal, Carmen's devout tongue spread flush against her icon of worship, savouring the bitter bliss it yielded. Her body had begun to slump, chest pressing up against the edge of the office chair and her arms falling limply by her sides. All that Carmen could think about was the task at hand. 

After a minute or so of passionate, sloppy kisses interspersed with heavy, slutty groans and gasps... Carmen suddenly felt the entire room collapsing in on her. Rose had slowly pulled her employee in deep with her legs, before squeezing her thighs as far as they would close around Carmen's swimming head. The intern's body seized up, her hips rocking back and forth in the empty air while her obsession only grew and grew. The thighs around her felt so warm and soft, cushioning her from the outside world. The world of independent thought and freedom of expression. It felt so, so much easier to be wrapped up in somebody else's decisions than being greedy and presumptuous enough as to claim her own. The slick coating of arousal and her own spit was now smothering her lips and nose, the unmistakable yet unplaceable aroma only ever intensifying from the escalating intimacy. Without consciously thinking about what she wanted to do, Carmen pushed on and snaked her tongue out over Mrs. Grew's dewy lips, completely unaware of her own haggard state of arousal.

"Hmmm, well I'll give you credit for enthusiasm but I can see that you really do have no experience with other women. I'm half tempted to schedule you some on-site training, but I'm afraid we don't have any open slots for at least a fortnight."

Carmen felt the thighs squeezing her cheeks slowly release her, taking long, ragged breaths. The exhilarating scent and taste of Mrs. Grew had eroded away every trace of the straight girl she once was. The independent, innocent and inhibited intern had been indelibly indoctrinated by Rose's intoxicating incense. Once again, her hypnotized eyes were wide and glazed, indulgently enjoying the sight of her conquerors supple form.

"Good toy. You're so eager to be exploited, aren't you?" 

Once again, Carmen's thoughts lagged behind, dragged through the abyss on a tight black leash. "...uhmm..." Her pitch was high, like she was leading into a question that would never materialise. Mrs. Grew laughed at her, which made Carmen want to laugh as well. 

"How about we cancel that job I gave you, until I've trained that mouth of yours I can't see you making me lose my composure with it. For now, let me use your face to get myself off instead. You don't have a problem with that, do you?" It was an obvious rhetorical, but Carmen was still fighting through the thick cloud in her mind to simply figure out the words. It felt like those pheromones had filled up her whole mind, pushing everything else out.

In place of a professional response, Carmen's untutored tongue strung out a slurry of incoherent speech topped off with an airy giggle. Mistress Grew's fingers stroked gently through the mess of auburn hair on Carmen's head, before tightening into a fist. The scatterbrained plaything was pulled deep into Rose's crotch as her chin, mouth and nose became reacquainted with Rose's aphrodisia inducing sex. Rocking her hips back and forth hungrily, Rose began to ride her intern's face with fervour. A docile Carmen was left spiralling full tilt into the blissful unknown while even her goddess's spirited thrusts and impassioned sighs were starting to slip past unnoticed. But they were not unfelt, Carmen's body throbbed and pulsed with a ravenous, lewd appetite. The more deprived her dripping need became, the more depraved her body felt. Honey leaked down her thighs, but the command to itch the pot had not been issued. Carmen felt that the right to touch herself had simply not been sanctioned and at this moment, her need for Mrs. Grew's approval far outweighed her desire to masturbate.

After failing to make sense of her situation for the fifteenth time in the past five minutes, Carmen felt something spurt against the back of her throat and drool down to the tip of her tongue. Instinctively, the intern swallowed the small manifestation of her first successful task, feeling the warmth reach down to her core. She then gave her boss a dazed, giddy smile to show that she liked it. 

"Remember that taste. That's what it tastes like to be obedient, professional. Good little interns get rewarded like this for every job well done. Now, let's fix that tardy outfit of yours. I hate to say it, Miss Green, but you're not meeting the dress code requirements currently... luckily for you, I have what you need right here." Rose pulled open a drawer in the desk beside Carmen's bobbing head, retrieving a sleek, shiny black leather collar with a metal ring hanging from the front. "Take good care of it for me, okay? You like behaving for me, because you remember that saccharine taste." The cool material clasped around Carmen's neck with a resounding snap, the neckwear seeming to change much more for the intern than simply her dress code. Rose hooked her finger into the Ring at the collar's front, pulling the brainwashed intern forward, her back arching and chest jutting out. Now that she was sitting up straight rather than sagging down into the floor, Carmen could gaze up into her mistress's eyes without getting distracted by those mesmeric feet and legs. 

With the affection and care taken by a girl dressing up her favourite doll, Rose tugged at the sides of Carmen's open blouse and lined them up, slowly pushing each button through with a satisfied smirk. Due to a plethora of circumstances, from Carmen's lack of personal relief to the thoroughly stimulating bonding exercise, the intern's nipples were still more than attentive; Coupled with the sad passing of her beloved sports bra, they were distractingly apparent as they poked against the thin material of her work blouse. This was not something that would even raise an eyebrow in this particular branch of offices, however the ride home would surely be a different story. In fact, Rose did not deem Carmen fit to travel home alone in this state. 

"Now honey, stand up. That's right, no need to rush." Mrs. Grew spoke softly, showing a vulnerable Carmen affection now that she had behaved so obediently through the highly educational work shift. "I want you to forget all about that collar you wear for now, just let it seep deep into your subconscious mind. If you need to adjust it then you may, but you are not to remove it without express permission. Understood, pretty?" 

"Yesss Mrs. Grewww. I obeyyy." Carmen's words were sluggish and drawn out, but she found the sentences forming more easily now, her submissive response just slipping out automatically. 

Rose wiped the drool and pussy juice from her new doll's chin with her thumb and held the digit out over her face, the intern tilting her head to suckle from it shamelessly until pristine. The woman slid her hands down from Carmen's face to her shoulders, slipping down further still until she held her doll's sides. With surprising ease, Mrs. Grew hoisted the docile plaything onto her desk, sitting a mindless Carmen down on it's edge. The intern's thighs were parted, smutty underwear loosely covering up her own perverted kitty. Rather than give the wanting, patient pussy its long awaited spotlight, Rose suddenly pushed her doll's legs together firmly, plush thighs sealing it away. If she were not so far gone in her own conditioning, Carmen would have whined at the perceived act of cruelty. 

"Go ahead and play with your chest while I fix your tardiness again, I'm curious to see if you can cut holes in the front of that cheap blouse." The woman hummed, her fingers dancing up the sides of Carmen's clamped thighs, before hooking around the hem of her panties. While Carmen was busy obeying her instructions, cooing dreamily at the sensation of her own controlled fingers groping sensitive flesh, Rose smoothly slipped the intern's underwear down past her knees and through dangling feet. Without letting the open draft of the air conditioned office caress Carmen's glossy pink petals, she felt another pair of panties gliding up her lower legs only moments later. There was nothing particularly remarkable about these panties, besides the fact that they had been Rose's until that moment. The very same panties the woman almost ruined herself, once her doll began to break so thrillingly. 

Meanwhile, a self-enamoured Carmen explored her tits with the grace of a neanderthal. Like she had discovered something profound and life altering, every moan the trancey intern let loose was more rapturous than the last. It was, frankly, an embarrassingly crude display. An amateur imitation of bad pornography. Her body rocked and her thighs rubbed together with budding desperation, until Mrs. Grew's fingers suddenly snapped before her glassy eyes. 

"Sleep." The command came just as suddenly, before Carmen could even finish her moan, her head was rolling forwards. Darkness.

When Carmen awoke, her surface thoughts took a long time to stir after her body. Even then, that was all they were. Surface thoughts. Her eyes blinked and adjusted to the relatively low light as the hum of a car's engine started to reveal itself also. Oh, she was in a vehicle. A passenger seat, cuddling up against the lap of an unknown driver. Guessing the identity was no hard task, it was as easy as breathing. It only took Carmen a single breath to confirm the scent of her entrancing employer. 

Rose had deigned it necessary to drive her assistant home personally, given that she was clearly in no fit state to travel alone. Having rested, Carmen's consciousness had returned some, but the pleasurable haze of the day's events had done an immeasurable number on the intern's state of mind. A part of her wanted to try and resist, to see if she could even muster something resembling defiance, but then she took another drawn out inhale and felt her thoughts begin to lubricate. Slipping and spilling out of her pretty, doll-like head, Carmen's thoughts were constantly being evacuated by Mrs. Grew's mystifying natural fragrance. 

The intern jerked her body back and tried to pick herself up from the woman's lap, struggling against the oncoming hypnotic relapse with only a half-hearted effort. Rose hummed as she drove smoothly over the asphalt road, following the directions on her phone to the address on Carmen's induction form. The ascent would see slow but incremental progress throughout the proceeding five or so minutes, Carmen occasionally becoming distracted by the redolent cloud around her but always managing to steer her mind back from the brink. Without direct interference from Rose to push her buttons and guide her down into oblivion, Carmen could hold on to her sense of self, her pride... but for how long? It was a battle of attrition and the intern knew too well that she was not escaping a moving vehicle with ease. 

Mrs. Grew had either not noticed Carmen's battle against her own motor function, or was intentionally turning a blind eye. The possibility of the latter had been eating at the remnants of thought still slowly materialising in the young woman's recently brainwashed mind, filling Carmen with a mounting sense of apprehension and... anticipation. 

It only took her a handful more seconds before Carmen understood what she had been secretly been looking forward to. A part of her understood intrinsically, when she first noticed the neatly folded cardigan in Mrs. Grew's lap beneath her head. That perilous, sleeveless blouse exposed not a slither of the woman's deadly underarm, but the entire sweat-swept armpit. Carmen's eyes almost watered as they fixated onto her boss's sweltry pit. The intern tilted her face as though to look away quickly and spare her rapidly declining though process, this was a weak excuse her subconscious had conjured to align her nostrils to the shining stretch of skin. It was over in the first breath, Carmen's shoulders starting to slump and her eyes fluttering like she had been hit by a concussive force. In an instant, the good employee had already leaned in close, the tip of her nose lightly brushing the silken skin of her employer. Carmen took another indulgent whiff and forgot what she had been doing the moment before, completely infatuated with the moment. Head over heels for each and every inch of her goddess's sensual underarm. 

The rest of the drive and the evening by extension were a blur to Carmen. Rose however, would spend the rest of hers committing that cute little car journey to memory. The way her latest acquisition had nuzzled up into her armpit and buried deep, sniffing the strong scent with frantic ardour until she fell asleep. Pressing up against Rose's summery skin like a lazy kitten, breathing in nice and deep for the next mile and a half.