The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I walked through the double sliding glass doors and approached the receptionist’s desk.

“Good morning,” said the young woman behind the desk. She appeared to be about my age. “I’m Sarah. Can I help you?”

“Yes, you can,” I said. “My name is Amanda Curt and I have a job interview with Catherine Hunter. Let her know I’m on my way up.”

Sarah’s eyebrows rose. “I beg your pardon?”

I offered a condescending smile and spoke slowly. “I said my name is Amanda and I’m going up to see Catherine now.”

Sarah’s demeanor cooled slightly. “Of course, Miss Curt. Please have a seat and wait until Miss Hunter is ready for you. I’ll let her know you’re here.”

“You better call her now,” I said, turning toward the elevator, “or I’ll be there before you talk to her.”

“Miss Curt,” said Sarah, “you’re early. Please have a seat and wait until Miss Hunter is ready for you.”

I turned back to the desk and gave her a don’t-fuck-with-me stare. “Look, sweetie,” I said, “I realize that ‘receptionist’ is probably the best you can do, but I won’t hold your limitations against you, okay? However, you need to stay the hell out of my way. The only thing that’s been holding me back the past year is that I had to finish college first, but I graduated last week, so now it’s time for me to make my mark. Understand, sweetie? So I really suggest you get off your high horse, call Catherine to let her know I’m on my way up and then go make coffee or something.”

Sarah flushed. “Please remain in the waiting area, Miss Curt,” she said, “or I’ll be forced to call security.”

“I don’t think so, Sarah,” I said, leaning forward. I locked eyes with her. “You’re going to be too busy playing with yourself.”

Then I pushed my will into her brain.

Sarah gasped and blinked, her hand hovering just above the phone. Then her eyes widened as that hand slowly moved away from the phone and made its way toward the hem of her skirt.

“What...what did you do...?” asked Sarah, leaning back in her chair. Her hands shifted her skirt up her thighs until she could comfortably slide her hand inside the waistband of her zebra-striped panties. “I...I can’t...stop...myself...!”

“Of course you can’t, sweetie,” I said. “See how much easier it would have been if you had just done what I told you to? Now get busy and work that little clit, Sarah. Don’t stop until you’ve had five orgasms, okay? Okay.”

Sara’s knees parted and she squeaked in indignation as her fingers slipped inside her pussy. I prodded another part of her brain and she gasped as her knees popped open even further. Her eyes widened, then closed, and then she mewled as her hips started writhing.

“Ohhhh...ohhhhhmyyyyy...ohhhhmyyyyygawwwwwwwdddd...!” she said.

“Very nice, sweetie,” I said. “Remember, keep it up until you’ve had five. I’m assuming, of course, you can count that high.”

Sarah glared at me, chest heaving, but then her eyes glazed as her hips bucked, indicating the beginning of her first orgasm.

“Good girl,” I said. “Finish that one up, then call Catherine and let her know I’m on my way up. No need to stop what you’re doing while you speak to her, of course.”

Sarah’s nipples were pushing firmly against her tight blouse, visibly announcing her overly aroused state. Of course, her bucking hips and the fact that she was in the middle of a helplessly intense orgasm was a far more obvious sign of her condition. She bit her lower lip, only partially muting her squeals.

“Well,” I said, “I’d love to stay and chat, but I do have that meeting with Catherine now. Tootles.”

I smiled and blew her a kiss. Then I turned and walked to the elevator.

I knocked on the door before I entered her office. I didn’t want Catherine thinking I was rude, after all.

I pushed open the door and walked in. Catherine was sitting behind her desk. She was in her younger-to-middle thirties and attractive. The two employees sitting in front of her desk stared at me in astonishment. Apparently I had interrupted a meeting.

Catherine looked me up and down, then said, “Well?”

“Good morning, Catherine,” I said. “I’m Amanda Curt. We have an appointment for a job interview.”

“I see,” she said. “Sarah mentioned you were on your way up. I wasn’t sure I understood her correctly, however. She sounded a bit short of breath.”

I shrugged. “It’s hard to find good help these days.”

“True,” she said. “Still, I was sure I misunderstood her, since your appointment’s not for another twenty minutes.”

“I’m a big believer in going out and getting what I want,” I said. “I don’t wait around for people to hand me things.”

“Sometimes that’s a good trait to have,” said Catherine, “but it doesn’t cut any ice with me. The only vote that counts around here is mine.” She looked me up and down again. “And my name is Miss Hunter.”

I smiled, then turned to the two employees still sitting in stunned silence in front of Catherine’s desk. “You,” I said, speaking to the female employee, “go get me a cup of coffee. Cream and sugar.” I pushed the order into her mind.

She gasped, then rose to her feet and exited the office.

“And you,” I said, now speaking to the male employee, “go get me a donut. Glazed. Warm it up first.” I pushed the order into his mind.

His jaw tightened briefly, but he couldn’t deny the sudden compulsion to obey me. He rose and exited the office as well.

Catherine watched them leave the office with a bemused expression. “Interesting,” she said. “I appear to have a talented visitor.”

I smiled. “Visitor, Catherine?” I said. Then I shook my my head. “No. I think you meant to say assistant.”

Catherine smiled. “No, I said it right,” she said. “I already have an assistant. She’s getting you coffee at the moment, if I’m not mistaken. With cream and sugar.”

“Well, at least she’s good for something,” I said. “But I’ll make you a much better assistant.”

“Unlikely, Amanda,” she said, leaning back in her chair, “since I’m quite satisfied with Liz’s performance.

I smiled. “Sometimes life is full of little disappointments,” I said. “Now let’s get down to business. This is one of the more successful agencies in Chrystal Heights. It makes a good starting point for my career. You represent my next step on the ladder, so I’m going to be your assistant for the next twelve months. By this time next year, I should know enough to run this department and it’ll be your job to get me coffee.”

Catherine laughed. “You appear to have my career already mapped out for me.”

I shrugged. “You’re directly between me and my present goal,” I said. “Sorry. It’s nothing personal.”

“And now for the million dollar question,” she said. “How do you propose to do this? After all, I’m not going to just step aside for you.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Of course you are, Catherine,” I said. “You’ve already seen what I can do.”

Catherine shook her head. “Actually, you haven’t shown me anything yet,” she said. “I saw you ask Liz to get you coffee and Robert to get you a donut. I’m not impressed.”

There was a knock on the door and Liz and Robert both re-entered the office. Liz set a cup of coffee in front of me and stepped back. Robert placed a donut in front of me.

I nodded at them. “Very good,” I said. I waved my hand. “Now go stand over there until I call you.”

Liz and Robert stepped away and stood by the door.

I turned back to Catherine and gave her a smile. “You still need more convincing, Cathy?” I said.

Catherine leaned forward and picked up my donut. She took a bite of it and then set it down in front of her. “Not bad,” she said. “I prefer Boston cream, though.”

I nodded. “Fine, then. We’ll do it the hard way.”

Catherine folded her hands in front of her on the desk. “That’s fine with me.”

I leaned back in my chair. “You know, Cathy, you’re really overdressed for this little meeting. Why don’t you take off your shoes and relax? Just toss them in the corner where I can see them.”

I smiled, then pushed the order into her mind. It wasn’t an easy push. Catherine had a strong will and it made forcing orders into her mind feel like trying to press a racquetball through a porterhouse steak.

Catherine blinked. Then she shifted position and leaned forward. Moments later, two stylish high-heeled shoes were tossed in the corner.

I nodded. “Nice shoes,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. The tension had tightened the muscles in my shoulders.

“They’re Italian.”

“A girl’s gotta look stylish,” I said.

Catherine looked at her bare feet, then at her shoes lying in the corner. Then she looked at me.

“You know, I’m actually impressed,” she said. “I didn’t think you had enough to do that.”

I shrugged. “What can I say?” I said. “I’m a talented girl.”

“I do have to agree with you on something after all, it seems,” she said.

“Oh?” I said. “And what would that be?”

Catherine smiled. “I’d have to agree with you that we’re overdressed for this casual little get-together. Why don’t you take off your shoes as well? And while you’re at it, unbutton that blouse and take it off as well.”

I laughed and returned her smile. Then I leaned forward and slipped my heels off my feet, tossing them in the corner with Catherine’s heels.

I blinked, staring incredulously at my shoes in the corner. Then my fingers began unbuttoning my blouse.

“What the hell...?”

Catherine leaned back in her chair and propped her elbows on the armrests, steepling her fingers in front of her. She watched as I slid my blouse off my shoulders, leaving me bare from my waist up except for my bra.

“Nice,” she said. “They’re not huge, but you do have a cute rack.”

I forced myself to remain calm. I leaned back in my chair as well, acting as if I wasn’t sitting there in my bra.

“Liz,” I said, speaking to Catherine’s assistant. She was still standing next to Robert. “I can’t help but notice my donut is sitting in front of Catherine. Go pick it up.”

Liz struggled for a moment, then walked over to Catherine’s side of the desk. She reached down and lifted the donut.

“Very good, Liz,” I said. “Now kiss your boss.”

Neither Liz nor Catherine had expected that order, so Liz didn’t have a chance to attempt resistance. Liz suddenly leaned over and pressed her lips to the equally surprised Catherine’s.

To her credit, Catherine’s attention was disrupted only for a second, but a second was all I needed. Moments later, Catherine was kissing Liz back with a heated passion.

The impromptu makeout session only lasted for a few seconds, but it was enough. I sat back in my chair and smiled as Catherine suddenly pushed Liz away by the shoulders.

“That’s pretty hot,” I said. “You two will be great at staff meetings.”

“She’s wearing cherry lip gloss,” said Catherine, appearing nonchalant. “You should try it.”

I grinned, locking my mental defenses in place. “Nah, I’ll pass. I don’t swing that way. Thanks anyway.”

Catherine’s eyes narrowed. “I insist.”

I felt Catherine’s probing touch on Liz’s mind and I immediately strengthened my hold on her. Catherine’s tentative touches then became definitive efforts to take hold of Liz and just like that, the battle was on.

Liz was frozen in place as mine and Catherine’s wills battled for possession of her mind. Liz would begin to take a step in one direction or the other depending on which of us was dominating at that moment, but each time it was only fleeting and Liz would almost immediately begin stepping in the opposite direction.

The back-and-forth continued for nearly a minute. Then, slowly, Liz began inching closer and closer to Catherine. I was becoming the dominant presence in Liz’s mind.

“Goddess, you’re strong,” murmured Catherine. I could feel her mental probes trying to find a weak spot as I slowly expanded my control of Liz’s mind. “Incredibly strong.”

“Yep,” I said.

“Overconfident, though,” she said.

“It’s not bragging if it’s true,” I said.

Then she narrowed her eyes and tried to punch a hole through my mental defenses.

I had been prepared for this possibility, however, and her wave of mental force had no effect whatsoever. The sense of her effort eased off then and I could feel her hold on Liz’s mind fading.

“Nice try,” I said.

Catherine shrugged. “It was adequate,” she said. “It did what it was supposed to do.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked.

She shrugged. “It distracted you,” she said, “from my actual target.”

“Your actual target?” I said. “But I have Liz and you can’t get me, so...”

Then something pressed against my left cheek.

I gasped and turned my head. Robert was standing there with his cock out, pressing the head against my cheek.

“What the fuck...?!” I said. Then I gasped and spun back to Catherine, but it was too late. My eyes widened as her presence suddenly filled my mind.

“Gotcha,” she said.

I tried to reply, but I couldn’t. My mouth was hanging open. I could feel her moving around my head, blocking off every avenue of free thought I had. I tried to race ahead of her, find some way to eject her from my head, but I couldn’t. She was too fast for me, too strong. Too experienced. She was sealing me inside my head.

And then suddenly the sense of her presence inside my mind was gone.

“There we go,” she said. “All done.”

I blinked and suddenly realized I could move again. My heart was racing, however, and I took a moment to calm myself down. Then I stood up. It was definitely time to go.

“Well, thanks for the interview, Catherine,” I said. “I’ll come back another time and we can finish our discussion then.”

I turned, but Robert was still standing there, his rock-hard cock still out.

“Back off, Sparky,” I said. I nodded toward his cock. “And put little Bobby away, ’kay? You look silly.”

Catherine’s bemused voice sounded then. “Now, now, Mandy...is that any way to speak to the man who was polite enough to get you a donut?”

“If he doesn’t get out of my way,” I said, “a trailer full of donuts isn’t going to help him. And my name, Cathy, is Amanda, not Mandy.”

“Actually, Mandy, it’s time for you to learn a few real life lessons,” said Catherine. “And the first lesson is going to be courtesy. Robert got you a donut. Be a good girl and say thank you by taking off your bra and showing him those cute tits.”

I laughed. “I don’t think so, Catherine,” I said...

...except my hands had moved up and my fingers were unclasping my bra.

And just like that, I was standing completely topless in Catherine’s office.

“Oh, those look delicious,” said Catherine. “Now be a good girl and give them a little shake for Robert, okay? He deserves it.”

Heart pounding, I suddenly found myself shaking my shoulders, making my bare breasts jiggle and bounce for Robert’s viewing pleasure. I couldn’t stop. I had no idea what Catherine had done, but nothing I was trying to do with my mind was working. She had somehow locked my power inside my head.

“Enough!” I said, still jiggling my boobs. “Stop it, you bitch!”

Catherine’s eyebrows rose. “Bitch?” she said. “I haven’t shown you bitch yet.”

“Actually,” I said, speaking through clenched teeth. “You’ve passed bitch status. Now you’re a cunt.”

“Really?” she said. “Wow. It’s funny you think that way, because to me, ‘bitch’ is when I say ‘Mandy, strip and drop to your knees...’”

My belly muscles suddenly jumped as I found myself stripping off my slacks and panties and dropping naked to my knees on Catherine’s carpeted floor.

“...and ‘cunt’ is when I say ‘Mandy, give Robert a blowjob.’”

“Catherine, wait,” I said, throat tightening anxiously as Robert stepped in front of me, his hard cock inches away from my mouth. “We don’t have to do this, okay? Let’s just mmmppphhhhhh...!”

My words became muffled as my mouth involuntarily slid over the head of Robert’s cock. My lips tightened around his shaft as his meaty cock slid deeper inside my mouth.

“Ohhhh, nice,” said Catherine. “Now be a good girl and cup his balls with your hand.”

“Mmmmmpppphhhh!” I said, but my hand obediently rose and cupped his heavy balls. My other hand gripped the base of his cock.

“There you go,” said Catherine. “Now suck him dry.”

“Mmmmmppppphhhh!” I said, but my mouth began stroking up and down Robert’s shaft, my tightly-wrapped lips taking in more and more cock each time.

“Ohhhhh, I think you’re a natural,” said Catherine.

“Mmmmmpppphhhhh!” I said.

“Now, now, Mandy,” said Catherine. “Language.”

Gawd, this was humiliating. I was blowing a guy in front of a roomful of people. Robert’s shaft was sliding into my throat now and my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. Slurping sounds echoed in the office as my warm, wet mouth worked his rod like crazy.

Then I felt Robert’s fingers creep into my hair as his balls shifted in my hand. His cock grew even more rigid in my mouth. My eyes widened as I realized he was about to shoot his load.

“Mmmmmmpppphhhh!” I said. “Mmmmmpppphhh!”

Catherine laughed. “Yes, sweetie,” she said. “I know he’s about to come in your mouth. That’s only proper, though. After all, it’s only polite to finish what you started.”

I tried, but I couldn’t stop it. Robert’s fingers tightened in my hair as his cock swelled, then exploded inside my mouth. My tightly-wrapped lips squeezed his meaty shaft and Robert groaned, shooting waves of heated semen into my throat. I felt my belly filling as I helplessly swallowed the flood of come.

“Such a good girl,” said Catherine. “I’m proud of you, letting Robert drop his entire load in your little belly like that.”

“Mmmmmpppphhhh!” I said, trying to tell Catherine exactly what I thought, but unable to because my mouth was full of exploding cock.

“Now, now, Mandy,” said Catherine. “Language again. You really need to develop a more professional vocabulary.”

“Mmmmmppppphhhh!” I said again. Robert’s cock had finally stopped for the most part and I had swallowed the last of his fucking huge load. My mouth was milking his softening shaft for the last of his sperm.

“Perhaps I should hire you after all,” said Catherine. “You apparently have no problem handling big jobs.”

I finally emptied Robert’s cock and he slid his now soft member from between my lips. Cheeks flaming, I wiped my mouth and got to my feet.

“All right, wench, you had your fun,” I said. “Happy?”

Catherine chuckled. “Robert certainly is.”

I glanced around, but couldn’t see my clothes anywhere. Then I realized Liz had gathered them together and stacked them behind Catherine’s desk.

I ignored Catherine’s comment and looked at Liz instead. “Hey, sweetie, how about making yourself useful and handing me my clothes?”

Catherine tsk-tsked. “Be nice, Mandy,” she said. “After all, she did get you a nice cup of coffee.”

Between the taste of Robert still in my mouth and Catherine’s infuriatingly superior tone of voice, my frustration boiled over at that point.

“Nice?” I said, grabbing the cup of coffee. “Nice? This is what I think of being nice to her!” I hurtled the contents of the cup at Liz.

Liz gasped and took a step back. Then she stood there blinking, coffee dripping from her hair and soaked blouse. There was complete silence in the office.

Then Catherine leaned forward, eyes narrowed, teeth clenched. “Have you lost your mind?”

I shrugged. “What the hell did you expect? You take over my mind and make me give a stranger a blowjob...did you think I was going to take that philosophically?”

Catherine finally showed signs of agitation. “You waltz into my office after making my receptionist play with herself, you interrupt my meeting, you invade the minds of my staff, you attempt to take over my mind and force me to hire you...and then you get upset when it gets turned around on you? Have I got that right?”

I shrugged. “Whatever,” I said. “Just give me my clothes and I’ll leave.”

Catherine shook her head slowly. “No, that’s not going to happen. You want a job here? Fine. You’re hired. And your training starts now.”

My heart started racing. Did I somehow subliminally manage to achieve my goal after all?

“Then I can get dressed now,” I said. “Right?”

“No,” said Catherine. “You can’t. Lay across my lap. Right now.”

My eyes widened. “I will not!” I said...but my body was already obeying her order. Within seconds, my naked body was laying across Catherine’s lap.

Catherine placed one hand between my shoulder blades and the other on my bare ass. “I suspect this is long overdue,” she said.

Catherine then proceeded to spank me silly.

She slapped my rounded ass repeatedly with her bare hand. I squirmed as my cheeks reddened under her bare palm. Then I wriggled as my ass began to burn. Then I squealed as every slap on my bottom became flaming napalm across my red cheeks.

“Shush,” said Catherine. “Take your punishment like a good girl.”

I wriggled and writhed, but her hand found its way to my bottom unerringly each time. I was crying like a baby, but Catherine continued to spank my ass without mercy.

“Please stop, Catherine!” I said, my cheeks wet with tears. “I’ll be good! I promise! Please!”

Catherine ignored my pleas and continued to swat my ass without pause. Finally, however, she gave me a final slap on my tender bottom and pushed me off her lap.

I tumbled to the ground, then scrambled to my feet. I made my way to the other side of her desk, hands on my burning bottom.

“Now, Mandy,” said Catherine, “go get me a cup of coffee. Get some for Liz while you’re at it.”

“Black, two sugars,” said Liz.

I nodded miserably, then glanced around for my clothes.

“Mandy,” said Catherine, “don’t keep me waiting.”

“What?!” I said. “I’m not walking through your office naked!”

Catherine sighed, then said, “Mandy...go get me a cup of coffee now.”

My eyes widened as I felt her order merge into my mind.

“No!” I said, trying to snatch at my clothing, but it was too late. I was already turning for the door.

The crossed one arm across my breast and the other between my legs, but it didn’t help. The naked walk through Catherine’s office was the most embarrassing moment of my life. Every employee looked up from their desks as I passed. Murmurs of conversation followed me. Commenting on my obviously reddened ass, no doubt.

And then the worst-case scenario occurred. I couldn’t find the coffee machine.

I sighed and walked to the closest desk. The woman glanced up from her work and looked at me expectantly.

“Yes?” she said.

Cheeks burning, I said, “Where’s the coffee machine?”

“It’s in the employee break room,” she said, pointing. “Just go through that door over there.”

“Thank you,” I said, being polite just in case she had mind powers too. Nothing in this crazy office would surprise me at this point.

I walked through the door and found the oversized coffee machine. I filled two large styrofoam cups with coffee and put two packets of sugar in one. I took the creamer and several packets of sugar for the other, since I had no idea how Catherine liked her coffee.

Then I realized I was going to have to use both hands to carry the coffees and the creamer and sugar. I wasn’t going to be able to cover myself on the way back to Catherine’s office.

I considered flight momentarily, but realized I couldn’t. I knew instinctively I wouldn’t be able to move toward the front door until I had delivered Catherine’s coffee. I clenched my teeth, picked up the coffees and supplies the best I could and exited the break room.

I could feel every eye on me as I made my way back to Catherine’s office. The trip back to her office felt even longer than the initial trip to the break room.

I entered the office and set everything down on Catherine’s desk. I handed the first coffee to Liz.

“Here,” I said. “Black, two sugars.”

Liz sipped her coffee, then nodded.

I turned back to the desk and picked up the creamer and sugars. Then I looked at Catherine.

Catherine was looking over a report. She glanced at me briefly and said, “Lots of cream, one sugar.” Then she went back to her report.

I fixed the coffee, then set it in front of her.

Nothing was said for a minute. Then Robert, who I hadn’t realized was missing until then, re-entered the office. He had a folder in his hand.

“Here you go,” he said, handing me the folder.

“Huh?” I said.

Catherine dropped the report on her desk. “It’s your employment paperwork,” she said. “Welcome aboard.”

“What?!” I said. “But I don’t want to—”

“You came in here demanding a job,” said Catherine. “Remember? Well, you’re hired.”

“But I don’t want to—”

“And your first order of business,” continued Catherine, as if I hadn’t been speaking, “is to get on your knees- again- and lick your boss’s pussy. And you better be good.”

I took a step back, shaking my head. “Nuh uh,” I said. “No way. You got the wrong girl. Just send me home now, okay? Send me home naked, if that’s what you need to do, but I don’t lick pussy. Not happening.”

Catherine leaned back in her chair. “Real-life lesson coming up, Mandy,” she said. “In this office, you don’t get to pick and choose what jobs you’re going to do. You do what you’re told to do.”

“Then fire me,” I said.

Catherine laughed. “Not happening, sweetie,” she said. “And since I have to tell you twice to lick me, I think I am going to send you home naked. But regardless...Mandy, lick my pussy.“

“No!” I said, clenching my teeth as I threw everything I had into resisting her order. “I won’t do it! I don’t swing that way! I won’t won’t won’t do it!”

She was too deep inside my mind, however. My power, my mental agility, my brute mental strength couldn’t stop her. She had drilled through my inexperience and overconfidence to capture me. She was deeper inside my mind than I was. Catherine was now The Boss.

So despite my screaming, trying to plant my feet and complete resistance, my bare feet started moving me toward Catherine...and her pussy.

My bare knees pressed into the carpet as I dropped to the floor between Catherine’s legs. My hands slid the hem of her skirt up her thighs until I could see her black panties. My hands slid her panties down her thighs and past her ankles. And then my hands pressed her thighs apart as my mouth moved toward her pussy.

“No!” I said. “Stop it! I don’t lick pussy! I don’t do women! I don’t—” And then my protests were muffled as my tongue slid into Catherine’s pussy.

I had never done this before and how no idea how to go about it. My eyes were wide as I licked and sucked at her in near panic.

Catherine laughed. “It will go a lot easier,” she said, “if you focus less on trying to resist the instruction- which you can’t do- and focus more on trying to actually please me, which you can do. Just think about what you like having done to you and do that.”

Grrrrrrrrr. I took a breath and forced myself to relax...at least, relax as much as I could with my face pressed between another woman’s legs. Then I pressed my mouth against her sex and used my tongue to search for her clit.

It took a little while, but finally her hips bucked slightly as I hit a hotspot. Encouraged, I probed more until I was sure I had located the right area. Then I went to work on her pussy.

I licked and sucked at that hotspot using every trick I could think of. Catherine’s response was only lukewarm initially, but then she became more and more responsive. Her hands reached down to hold my head in place and she started grinding herself against my face. Her fingers clutched my head then and her hips bucked as she started orgasming against my face.

“Mmmmmpppphhhh!” I said, as she writhed her wet pussy against my face. “Mmmmmppppphhhhh!”

She didn’t stop, however. That initial orgasm started a series of hot climaxes that went on for several minutes. I was licking like crazy, but it appeared that Catherine couldn’t be satisfied.

Finally, however, she gave one more shudder and then pushed my head away.

“Adequate,” she said. “Just barely. You’ll get better, though.”

Grrrrrrrrrrr.

She looked down at me. I was still on my knees, sitting on my heels. My face- my cheeks and chin still wet with her juices- was pussy-high to her.

“Stand up,” she said.

I got to my feet and stood in front of her.

Catherine took a felt-tip pen from her desk drawer. She drew an arrow on my lower belly pointing down at my thatch of pussy hair.

“Number one,” she said. “Shave this completely. When you’ve been here long enough, you can have some big-girl hair down there. Until then, keep this completely smooth.”

I clenched my teeth, but I could feel her order seeping into my head. I already knew I’d be shaving myself as soon as I got home.

Then she took the felt-tip and drew a dotted line on my thigh about an inch lower than my pussy and she drew a matching dotted line on my other thigh. Then she turned me around and drew what felt like a dotted line on the back of my thighs right at the spot where they met my rounded butt cheeks. Then she turned me back around to face her.

“Number two,” said Catherine, “is your dress code. Skirts only...no slacks. Your hems should go no lower than those lines I just marked you with. If I catch you in a skirt longer than that, I will strip you and send you home to change. No panties for your first two weeks. We’ll see how you do and decide then if you get the privilege of underwear after that.”

She reached out and circled my belly button with the felt tip.

“Your belly button should always be visible. There should be at least four inches of navel visible between your skirt and top. Your fingernails and toenails will be painted in bright colors at all times and your lipstick shall match your nails. Your shoes will be high heels and they will be worn every day, except for the days we decide to leave you barefoot.”

My jaw tightened as I felt her orders sink into my head. I did manage to refrain from telling Catherine exactly what I thought of her dress code.

Catherine continued. “You do not cut your hair and you will check with me before you have it styled. Your tops will be tight and you will have cleavage on display at all times. And speaking of cleavage...”

She reached out and drew a large letter D between my breasts. Then she circled it, the sides of the circle going over the inner sides of my boobs.

“You have an appointment this afternoon with a cosmetic surgeon we have on retainer here. You’ll be receiving breast implants that will increase your breasts from those B-cups you have to D-cups. He’s got a special method he uses involving bio-collagen created at the University of Chrystal Heights. Painless, so you won’t have to miss a single minute of work. Apparently there’s an embarrassing side-effect, though...extreme sensitivity in whatever area the bio-collagen is injected. So you’re going to have to put up with perpetually hard nipples for a while.”

I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. “What?!” I said. “You’re making me get bimbo boobs?! What the hell does my rack have to do with my work?!”

“Nothing,” said Catherine, sounding bemused. “Do you really think you can do me any good right now? You don’t know anything at all and you have serious attitude issues. Right now, the only thing you’re good for is office eye-candy, and that’s exactly what you’re going to be. That...and pussy licking. You’re going to be getting a free education while you’re here...more than free, actually, since you’re going to be getting a paycheck.”

“But...my tits...!”

“...are going to be big and bouncy,” said Catherine, “and very visible. Lots of cleavage. That’s part of your dress code. And remember, for you, bras and tops are a privilege. If I think you’re skimping on the visible cleavage, you’ll be spending the day topless.”

I exhaled, then stamped my foot in frustration.

Catherine continued. “Liz is your supervisor. You’ll do anything and everything she tells you to do or you’ll find yourself getting another spanking. Also, you answer to ‘Mandy’ now,” she said. “If I hear you correct anyone or introduce yourself as Amanda, the only thing you’ll be able to say to anyone for the rest of the day will be, “Can Mandy get on her knees and please you?”

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

“Now, the only thing left is to determine your title,” said Catherine, sitting back in her chair. “Right now, I’m planning on making your title ‘intern’. If your attitude isn’t significantly improved by the time you arrive at work tomorrow at 8am, your title will be changed to ‘pussy licker’. And I’ll have that put on your business cards.”

I rolled my eyes, but kept my comments to myself.

Catherine looked me over. “You know, this could work for you,” she said. “Eventually, anyway. By this time next year, there’s a good chance Liz is going to have her own department. I’m going to need a good assistant then. Despite your bratty attitude and overbearing, unearned arrogance, you have true potential. You have skills and ability. You just might be what I need then. Play your cards right and you just may turn this into more than just a lesson about playing in the big leagues before you’re ready.”

There was possibly something there. Possibly. I glared at her again, just for good measure, then took a deep breath and nodded my understanding.

“Good,” she said. “Now go get your new rack. I’ll see you at 8am tomorrow. And don’t be late or you’ll be going back to the doctor for new lips and a new ass tomorrow afternoon.”

Grrrrrrrrrrrr. I turned to Liz so I could get my clothes.

“One more thing,” said Catherine.

My heartbeat spiked.

“Get a cup of coffee for Sarah the receptionist and give it to her on the way out,” she said. “You can apologize to her then for your nasty behavior when you got here this morning.”

“Apologize?” I said. “To a receptionist?”

“Yes,” said Catherine, “to a receptionist. Assuming, of course, you’d like to leave the building dressed.”

I looked at my clothes, then back to Catherine. I bit my lower lip, then sighed and said, “How does Sarah like her coffee?”