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Mystic Valley

I was excited all morning. I couldn’t help feeling cheerful; I knew that I’d be receiving long-awaited good news that day and it was all that I could think about.

When I pulled my car into the parking lot of Webster and Wright Realty I had to smile. I’d worked there as an agent for eight years, but this was a special day. W&W was one of the best realty companies in town, and it was a great place to work. One of the senior agents had just quit, leaving me next in line for an office, and for a move into management.

Most of the agents worked from shared desks when they were in the office, only the senior agents who managed teams had actual offices. Even though I didn’t really spend that much time in the building, I’d been looking forward to getting my own office for years.

“Good morning, Nancy.”

The receptionist smiled at me as I passed through the front area. She was paid to keep that bubbly welcome on tap at all times, but I think I had a bigger smile for once.

“Good morning.”

“Nancy, Mr. Webster wants you to stop by his office.”

It was finally happening, my day had arrived and it felt great. I was so pumped that I all but skipped down the hall.

Setting my bag down, I realized that it was probably the last time I’d sit there. Tomorrow I’d be putting my bag down in my own office.

Knocking lightly on the open door to Hal Webster’s office, I leaned my head inside.

“Nancy, come in,” he said. I stepped inside and then he gestured to the door behind me. “Close the door, would you?”

“What can I do for you, Hal?” I said.

I lowered myself into one of the chairs in front of his desk. Were I a dog, my tail would have wagged as surely as if I’d just seen my owner approaching with my leash in hand.

“I wanted to talk to you this morning, before you heard it from someone else,” he said. He looked sad as he met my eyes.

My heart sank and the grin on my face wilted. Not many happy conversations start with ‘before you hear it from someone else’.

“As you know, Gary Summers has decided to leave Webster and Wright. This has left a senior agent position open. We’ve decided to promote Teresa into the position.”

I was tried to be strong as I saw where the conversation was going, but I couldn’t help flinching at the sound of her name. The room seemed smaller and stuffier, and my face felt warm. This couldn’t be happening to me.

“Teresa? But . . . she’s only been with the company for two years! I’ve been here eight years, Hal.”

“I’m sorry Nancy, but Teresa is a rising star. She brought in this Mystic Valley project, and she’s really proven that she can run with the ball. I know she’s jumping past some of you, but it’s our decision to make and we made it.”

It was the worst betrayal imaginable to me. That damned bimbo Teresa had stolen my job. Her of all people—I hated her. My lip started to quiver, and I could feel the tears coming. I felt nauseated as I stumbled out of Hal’s office.

* * *

Teresa. That conniving bimbo was getting my job. I slunk back to my desk. She was the sort of woman who used her looks to get what she wanted. She had that arrogance that beautiful women often possess. She was gorgeous and she knew it.

Before she came along, I’d enjoyed the extra attention that my mostly male group of co-workers gave me. Then Teresa arrived, and once they saw her it was like I didn’t exist anymore. At the first sight of her big tits they seemed to fall for her. One by one they turned into a bunch of fawning admirers.

It wasn’t just my jealousy that made me feel strongly about her—there was something else. The other problem I had with her was that, just like my mesmerized male colleagues, I found her hot too.

No one at the office knew that I was gay. It had never been a problem for me to hide in the past. Having Teresa around had changed all of that. I had to struggle not to reveal myself by the physical reaction I felt to her presence.

I love breasts. I think I always have. Not just my own, but those of all the women I see around me. Discovering my breast obsession at an early age was what made me realize that I was bi. I dated and liked boys, but I couldn’t stop looking at all those beautiful breasts I saw around me, looking at them and wanting them.

Little breasts, big ones—alright, especially big ones—I was interested in all of them. I wondered how they’d feel, how they’d smell and how they’d taste. I could almost cum from playing with my own, and as much as I hated her I often had cum while imagining I was playing with hers.

That’s why, even though I really disliked Teresa and her superior attitude, I’d always gone out of my way to be around her. I couldn’t resist ogling her beautiful body any more than the men could. She knew she had fantastic tits, and she wore clothing that showed them off all the time. When I was near her my heart beat faster and I even found it difficult to speak at times—that’s how strong my attraction had grown.

After losing my promotion to her, I came to despise her as I sat there at my crappy little desk. I hated the way she had all the men in the office wrapped around her little finger. She’d probably flirted her way into that Mystic Valley project. She’d probably fucked everybody involved in the project, for that matter.

I felt so hurt and angry that I began to tear up again. I couldn’t let anybody see my pathetic moment of disappointment. I grabbed up my things and fled the office. I didn’t have any meetings at the office that day anyway, and I could just come in later when everyone was gone to knock out my paperwork.

At least I made it to my car before the tears started in earnest.

At home, Teresa still dominated my thoughts. I couldn’t believe what had happened to me. It was a nightmare. It wasn’t that bad when she’d started with W&W. Sure, all the men had been ga-ga over her, but it wasn’t until the last few months that she’d really started to move up.

It started when I heard she brought in some secret project. Only the company’s senior management seemed to know anything about it. I’d only heard whispered rumors of it, nobody had any details, or if they did, they weren’t sharing.

Over time I’d seen her interacting more every day with the firm’s senior personnel, talking to them about the “Mystic Valley” effort. I’d always hoped that the secret project, whatever it was, would be a miserable failure. I wanted to see her fall on her face. With her occupying the office that should have been mine, it was clear that my bitter fantasy wasn’t going to come true any time soon.

* * *

The next day, I tried to put up a brave front when I got to the office but it was hard. Sitting down at my usual desk, the desk I’d be stuck with for the foreseeable future was just another reminder of my failure.

Worse still, there was a note waiting for me—from Teresa. I was to come and see her in “her office” as soon as I arrived.

At the door to the office that should have been mine, I composed myself before stepping inside. She waved for me to come in, without looking away from the papers on her desk. I looked around for a moment, trying not to stare at the deep valley of cleavage that was exposed by the way she leaned forward.

Her things were already settled into the room from the looks of it, and she looked even more gorgeous than usual. I hated her and hated the way she was making me stand there like an idiot.

“Your note said you wanted to talk about something?”

“Yes, sorry, give me a moment please.”

My traitorous eyes returned to her bosom as I waited for her to finish whatever she was doing. She might be an evil, manipulative bitch, but her breasts were incredible. When she finally met my eyes, I only barely managed to avoid getting caught ogling her magnificent rack.

“Thanks for coming in, Nancy. You know, we’re the only girls in this office, and I think we should spend more time together.”

She thought we could be friends after she stole my job? I was too stunned to speak.

“I was thinking about it, and if you wanted I could probably get Hal to transfer you to my team,” she continued.

“Your team?”

“Yes, I want you to work for me. I know myself how successful pretty girls can be in this business, and I want you to join me.”

The horrifying thought of having to report to her on top of everything helped me find my tongue.

“Oh, thank you. I really appreciate the thought, but I’m pretty happy where I’m at.”

“Are you sure? The mystic valley project is so big that by the time I’m done I wouldn’t be surprised if everybody wanted to work for me.”

I took a moment, pretending to think it over.

“I’ve heard—everyone is always talking about Mystic Valley, but I’ll have to take a pass.”

“In the end you’ll learn about it, don’t worry. Everyone here will before I’m done. Well, if I can’t get you on my team, maybe I can bother you for an opinion on this outfit. Do you think this shirt is cut too low for a customer meeting?”

Her big breasts were squeezed up and together, to the point that they looked ready to burst from the top at any moment. The cleft where they met looked like the softest, creamiest most wonderful patch of skin in the universe.

“I know the husband will like it, but I’m worried that the wife might give me that look, you know? I have to show off my girls, but I wouldn’t want to go too far,” she continued.

Teresa’s hands tugged at the shirt, adjusting it. Her movements made her boobs jiggle, and I watched those seismic wobbles with my whole body paying full attention. Her finger trailed along one swollen curve, then down into that magnificent cleavage and I just stared.

The moment dragged on too long, long enough for a warm feeling to grow in my core and then I found myself aware that Teresa was looking at me with a sly smile.

“They’re . . . you look great, but it’s probably a bit much,” I said.

Fuck me, but I felt myself growing wet despite the weird mixture of arousal and embarrassment that went through me. I was struck by the horrifying idea that she knew how turned on she was making me, and I felt my face grow warm and flushed.

“Why Nancy, thank you. I think you’re right, I’d better change,” Teresa said, and then she stood up.

She moved by me to the door and pushed it closed. She turned to the coat rack that had been out of sight and unzipped the garment bag hanging there. She removed a shirt and took it back to her desk. I was frozen for a second as I realized that she meant to change.

The blood in my body seemed to be concentrated in places other than my head, places that were warm and needy and those places wanted me to stay right there.

“I, uh, I’d better get going. Thanks again,” I said.

“You’re welcome, and you’re always welcome on my team,” she said, and then I turned as she began to lift her shirt.

In a rush, I opened the door just enough to slip out and closed it behind me. I was embarrassed and angry that she could turn me on with such ease. I couldn’t stop thinking about my growing belief that she knew the effect her boobs had on me. How could I ever face her again?

* * *

Thankfully, my schedule kept me out of the office all day. I couldn’t avoid her forever though, and I was starting to think that in addition to losing my promotion, I was going to have to find another job altogether. I spent the whole day obsessing about it, even as I dragged the world’s most annoying couple around to six houses, and then haggled with a seller about an inspection issue price reduction.

No matter what I was doing, my mind kept wandering back to thinking about her breasts, and that knowing smirk she’d given as I’d stared at them.

That night I came in after closing to turn in some paperwork that needed to be processed the first thing the next day. The office lights stay on all night, so I didn’t notice that anyone else was there until I heard some faint noise from the end of the building where the offices where.

I got up from the crappy little desk that would probably be mine forever and then quietly moved towards the noise. As I neared the hallway the sound grew clearer—someone was moaning! My curiosity more than piqued, I used every bit of stealth I could muster as I made my way down the hall.

The sound of a woman groaning in pleasure excited me doubly; first because I was turned on by the voyeuristic thrill of the moment and second because, as I moved closer still, I realized the sound was coming from Teresa’s office.

I was grabbed by the idea that I might be about to catch Teresa in some embarrassing situation that I could use against her. I didn’t make a sound as I carefully peeked around the frame of her open doorway.

Teresa sat behind her desk. Her chair was tilted and her head was thrown back. Low moans of pleasure escaped her while I stood there, rapt in the sight before me. She was obviously enjoying the ministrations of someone kneeling in front of her.

It was mesmerizing. Teresa looked so incredibly sexy, laying back and moaning, her big breasts jiggling and swaying as she bucked her hips against her unseen paramour. Her sounds grew more insistent. I could hear the muffled wet slurping sounds of the unseen someone going down on her. I was so caught up in the moment that I almost didn’t duck back out of the way when she began to move.

Bringing her hands down to guide her partner, I saw Teresa sitting straighter up in her chair before I lost sight of her. I could still hear her voice though.

“Oh yes, that’s it. Nothing matters to you now but pleasing me. If you’re a good boy, I’ll drain you again afterwards, would you like that?”

“Yes, mistress,” a muffled male voice said.

Mistress? It sounded like she had somebody even more whipped than I’d thought. All I had to do was walk in on them, and she would be busted. I couldn’t wait to see her face. I’d have Hal on his cell phone in minutes, and then I’d expose his little star for the whore she was.

“Like that, just like that. Oh, yes,” she said, and then her voice descended into gasping moans.

Listening to Teresa cumming was erotic in a voyeuristic sort of way. Even though I couldn’t see her, I found myself imagining her big tits heaving as she came. I listened to her cries as they gradually calmed, and then I heard her voice again. Her breath regained, Teresa sounded like her arrogant self when she spoke.

“That was very nice, Hal. You can lick up all my delicious pussy juice, but be gentle now.”

Hal! The man eating her out was Hal. Oh. My. God.

I’d been so sure I was going to ruin her and then suddenly even that was snatched away from me. She was fucking one of the company’s founding partners—the one that ran the place, truth be told. I couldn’t tell anybody. Even if I could cause some problems for the two of them, it would be the end of me.

That’s how I ended up slinking away from my second defeat of the day, creeping, so the woman I hated could fuck our boss in peace.

I guess I should have seen it coming. I’d heard Hal was going through a messy divorce. And Teresa was a beautiful woman. Still, it infuriated me that she was using her body to get ahead. She’d fucked me out of that office—literally.

* * *

After thinking about it all night, I decided to confront her the next day. Even if it ended up eventually getting me fired, I had to say something to her.

She wasn’t in her new office that morning. I waited around as long as I could, until finally I gave in and called her cell phone.

“Oh. Hi, Nancy. What can I do for you?”

“I . . . I need to talk to you. Privately,” I said.

“I’m pretty busy today, can it wait?”

“Not really.”

“Do you have a bit of time right now?”


“Great. I’ll be done with the couple I’m showing this place to by the time you can get here. Why don’t you come over?”

She gave me the address. I drove over there, letting my anger seethe while I thought about what I’d say to her. I parked in front of the house, right behind Teresa’s car. I walked up to the front door, and found it open.

“The damned air conditioning is out. What a nightmare. I had these people out to see the house and got here to find it’s like five hundred degrees inside. I cracked the windows, but it didn’t help much,” Teresa said as I entered the furnace-like house.

“Wow, it’s hot as hell in here,” I said.

“Come on, you might as well have a look at it while I close up the windows.

The open windows didn’t seem to have any effect on the temperature in the house. It was like an oven. I felt myself starting to sweat all over.

“Teresa, I have something that I really need to talk to you about,” I said as my eyes adjusted to the light in the house.

“Alright, shoot.”

“It’s about you, actually. You’re, well you’re pissing me off at the office with your behavior.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“I see what you’re doing. I should have been the one promoted—not you. I’m sick and tired of the way you use your body to get ahead.”

As I mentioned her body, my eyes couldn’t help but sink down to her chest. She was, as usual, showing off her bosom. Her shirt was cut low enough to expose a deep valley of cleavage between her gargantuan melons.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how you use your big tits to get what you want. How you used your boobs to steal my promotion, in particular.”

I was furious, but my anger couldn’t stop my eyes from falling down to her cleavage again and again.

“Alright, I admit it. I use my breasts to get my way sometimes. Don’t tell me you haven’t ever done the same.”

“That’s not the same at all. I may have gotten some minor advantage here or there. But there’s a big difference between wearing a low cut top and fucking your way to the top.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Fucking my way to the top?”

“I saw you and Hal last night. So, yes, fucking your way to the top. Whore.”

“You saw us? Then you don’t even know what you saw. I’ve never fucked Hal. Sure, I let the old goat lick my pussy sometimes, but that’s all. It helps keep him under my control.”

“Your control?”

“That’s right. He’s learned to do whatever I want him to. So have most of the senior agents, to tell the truth. They let me make the decisions.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“They’re all my good little toys. I don’t just use my tits to draw attention; I use them to take control. None of the men in the project can think around me once I’ve taken them over, I own them now.”

“That’s the craziest story I’ve ever heard. You can’t turn people into helpless zombies that do whatever you want just because you have huge boobs.”

My face grew warm as I realized I’d just complimented her chest without intending it. She just continued, ignoring me.

“You know, I haven’t brought any women into the project yet—you’d be the first. It would be good to have a woman . . . under me. What do you say, Nancy?”

“Thanks, but I’m not interested in working ‘under you’, Teresa.”

“Then why are you staring at my breasts?” she asked with a giggle.

I had a queer urge to say that they looked so perfect, so divinely female, so soft and wonderful, that was why I stared.

“You’re crazy if you think I give a damn about your tits,” I said instead.

“I think you’re just as interested in them as the boys.”

“That—that’s ridiculous.”

It felt even warmer in the house then, standing there talking about her chest.

“Is that right? Prove it then,” Teresa demanded as she stepped closer to me with a weird smirk on her face.

“Prove it?”

“That’s right. You claim you aren’t fascinated by my boobs. I want proof. I want you to take a good look, right here, right now, and tell me you don’t feel anything.”

She stepped closer still as she said it. My eyes dropped to her front, dancing across the creamy flesh exposed by her low-cut top until they locked on her cleavage. I found myself unable to speak. Teresa smiled and then stepped closer still.

“Go on, sweetie, look all you want. See how they’re all pushed together? So heavy and round. This heat is making them sweat where their big, soft, curves mash together. They’re all wet down in there. Imagine how hot and steamy it would feel to be pressed between them. Imagine how your face would nestle right down in there, my big soft tits all around you.”

It was so sweltering that I could feel myself perspiring as she said it. But it wasn’t the temperature in the house that was making my crotch so hot and humid. I couldn’t help but think about how slick and fragrant that lovely valley of flesh must be, and the thought made me wet.

“There’s nothing wrong with looking at them. They’re perfect, aren’t they? You stare at them just like all the boys do, because you love my big jugs. You want to lick all over them. And that’s okay, I understand.”

Teresa brought her hands up to my shoulders. I flinched at her touch, the sensation electric, but I didn’t look away from her chest. I couldn’t look away from her chest. I was so aroused that time slowed down. It was like I was dazed then, unable to do anything but stand there creaming my panties at the sight of her fantastic rack.

“I enjoy it when I’m with someone who really loves them. It’s all right Nancy. In fact, I’ll even let you see how they feel, see how they taste. All you have to do is just let go and let Teresa be the boss,” she told me as her hands glided softly across my shoulders and up the back of my neck.

Her hands gently pulled my head down and I found myself moving closer to that shadowed cleft between the swollen curves of her soft, feminine perfection. It was so wrong, she was the woman who stole my job, but try as I might, I couldn’t think about anything other than how aroused she made me.

“Just relax, Nancy. You want this. You need this.”

She pulled my face down to her chest and I didn’t resist her one bit. My pussy was on fire and my brain had hopped a midnight train to Georgia. The only thing left in my head was the perfect sight of those incredible tits. How wonderful would they feel and taste?

“Relax,” she made the word sound like an aroused exhalation. It was so hard to think. I made no effort to resist when she pulled my face down into her tits.

My face pressed into her cleavage and my pussy shivered as that creamy soft flesh molded around me. I was overcome by the intense womanly scent of her sweaty breasts. It felt like heaven must feel.

“Let me take control, Nancy. You’ll love how you’ll feel. Just relax.”

I was already in some sort of altered state then. My thoughts grew fuzzy as my pussy grew wet. The warm, pillow-soft embrace of her tits was smothering my will. I knew it was wrong, the boobs in my face were Teresa’s and it was wrong but it was so hot.

What happened after that was all a blur to me. Teresa spoke softly to me the whole time, and I nodded when she wanted me to. I think I may have even moaned the word yes a few times. It was all a fantastic blur.

“You hear only me.”

“I hear only you,” I said. I was so intensely aroused, so hot and relaxed that I only barely even heard my voice.

“You see only me.”

“I see only you.”

She asked me more things, and I answered and answered as she required, until something happened. She wanted something, and though I wanted to agree I just couldn’t. At that point, thinking about anything but her was almost impossible, so it must have been something related to her.

“You . . .” I said, the word trailing off, and I felt something then, something that brought me back. She wanted me to say something more, something wrong. Whatever she was doing, she’d pushed too far, too fast, and the relaxed, compliant fog I drifted in thinned.

“Ooh, you’re a strong one. Still fighting it. Don’t try to fight, sweetie. You can’t resist my beautiful breasts. Now listen again, my words are your thoughts, repeat them to me. You will obey.”

Her voice was there, but I was too out of it to really put together what was happening. I had a vague sense that hot, sexy Teresa was telling me something important, something so very important that I had to repeat it.

“I will obey.”

I will obey? Why was I agreeing to that? As I got closer to the surface, I became more aware of my arousal again. My crotch dripped with the liquid expression of my lust. The fog thickened again, my body told my mind to take a break and let the sexy lady do whatever she wanted.

“I am in control,” she said.

“You . . . are in control.”

It was happening again, my mind managed to hang on enough to recoil at my words. Teresa in control? Of me? She wasn’t in control, she might have my job but she didn’t get to tell me what to do just because she was beautiful. It was something about this tenuous glimmer of a thought that finally let me fight her power.

“I am your mistress,” she said, and I felt her waiting, waiting for me to say it.

“You are . . . " I said, and glimmer of resistance grew brighter, until it burned away the arousing fog altogether.

I blinked, and my sight returned. I was looking right at Teresa, and found myself wondering what had just happened. Had I daydreamed rubbing my face in her boobs and telling her that I would obey her? If not, what the hell was wrong with me? I was worse than the men at W&W, I’d actually gone into some kind of trance at the chance to worship her breasts.

Shaking the cotton from my head, I blinked my eyes at her and she seemed to realize for the first time that something was up. Her hand came up, but I jerked back before she could pull me back into those incredible tits.

“Where are you going?”

Where was I going? I was going away, to anywhere else. I had to put distance between us. I backed towards the door, watching her as she got herself dressed. Nothing made sense; I couldn’t process the half-memories of what I’d just done.

“I . . . I need to go,” I said.

“But sweetie, we were just starting to have fun,” she called after me as I turned at the door, and then I heard her laugh behind me as I left the house and stepped out into the summer heat.

As hot as it was in the sun, I couldn’t shake the heat that seemed trapped inside me. My pussy remained swollen and needy with my arousal, and my thoughts seemed to be mired in a steamy fog of confusion.

On autopilot I got into my car and drove away, not to the office but home. The farther I got from her, the more it all seemed like some perverse fantasy. Surely I hadn’t actually just had those gorgeous tits in my face. Those big and soft and sweaty and divinely female curves, pressed around my face.

Somehow I stumbled inside my house and closed the door behind me before my hand was in my pants. At least I made it far enough that the neighbors didn’t see me masturbating to the strange, dream-like images of Teresa in my head.

Working myself toward orgasm seemed to make the memories clearer, and I found myself remembering how I’d stared at her blankly, agreeing with her when she told me that I would obey. The feeling of helpless, submissive lust and passive, willing agreement I’d had in the hot house with her returned, and I came to the taste of the words “I will obey” that still lingered in my mouth.

Over and over again I got myself off as I thought about her breasts, but even more I thought about how it had felt when I was drifting and she was instructing me. Telling me things, making me want things, making me say things, things I didn’t even remember. Laying in bed I rubbed myself raw and remembering my robotic agreement made me cum every time.

I slept in fits and starts that lasted only long enough to dream of her, awakening to find my hand already back at work between my legs as if of its own volition.

* * *

Somehow the next morning I couldn’t resist going to her. I was a wreck and the idea of being in the same room with her again scared me, but I needed to see her. I found myself standing in the door to her office with some level of trepidation as I approached her.

“I-I don’t know what happened yesterday,” I said from the doorway.

I struggled, and failed, to keep from glancing down at her chest. My eyes locked on her cleavage, and my heart flip-flopped in my chest. My needy sex sent a tingle of arousal up my spine that I couldn’t ignore. Teresa smiled at the sight of my discombobulated state.

“Nancy. Come in, and close the door behind you.”

I stepped inside and did as she desired. I will obey, I heard myself telling her the day before in that flat voice. My breathing grew faster and I felt my pussy warm to the memory.

“I-I was saying, I don’t know what happened yesterday.”

“Is that right?”

“I mean, I . . . well, I . . .” I stammered.

“Something happened yesterday at the house. You came to bitch me out, and things didn’t go exactly as you planned, did they?”

“Well, no.”

“If I remember right you ended up falling for my tits, didn’t you?”

“I don’t . . . I mean, that was . . .” I still couldn’t seem to speak.

The whole time I was standing there my eyes never once left her breasts. I wasn’t even trying to hide it, I just stood there like a moron, staring at her tits.

“Don’t worry, Nancy. I know things are a little confusing right now. It will all become clearer to you as we go,” Teresa said as she stood.

She moved around from her desk and leaned against its corner, facing me with a smile.

“Teresa. I . . .” I started.

“Don’t talk now, just listen. It’s time to finish what we started yesterday.”

She stepped forward, closing the distance between us and I retreated. She followed me, until I was backed up to the door. I hated myself, but I wanted her so much that I didn’t want to get away. I didn’t turn and open the door. I didn’t try to push her away as she moved in so close to me that I could smell her perfume.

Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, “You surprised me, you know. The men put up so little resistance. You’re not just cute, you’re a challenge and that just makes you an even tastier prize, a prize I need to earn.”

Hearing Teresa talk about me like an award-winning cow at the fair made me proud. I was special, and she wanted me. I stared down into her luscious cleavage and I marveled at the sight.

Her luscious breasts filled me with a hopeless fascination—how could I resist what I felt? How could I ignore the echoes of all the orgasms I’d had the night before, remembering my submission in that hot house?

Teresa was manipulating me, toying with my mind, I was sure of it . . . and yet, the knowledge only turned me on more. She was so beautiful, so sexy—how could I hate her for what she was doing? I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything, and I realized that nothing else mattered to me.

To hell with my promotion, I’d been wrong to question how Teresa used her assets. She wasn’t some busty bimbo, she was a wolf among the sheep, taking what she deserved. It was her right, her destiny, as surely as mine was to fall before her.

She didn’t rush the moment, her hand moved slowly up to grasp my head, and with a gentle pressure she pulled me down. Ever farther down, until my nose pressed into that sacrosanct cleft of feminine perfection. I gasped at the smooth warmth of them on my face and I drank in the smell of her body.

“Let yourself fall into my mystic valley. Listen to my voice and let your mind float free.”

Standing there with my face buried in her breasts, I did just that. Soft and warm and smelling her sweet scent, I fell and I floated as she told me things, important things.

At some point she turned us both around and sat down on the couch along the wall, guiding me to my knees in front of her so that I could still rest my face in her breasts. I drifted there for a long time, and it felt like heaven.

It’s hard to explain, I was there, but I wasn’t. When she ordered me to straighten up and open my eyes, I did it, and but it wasn’t me doing it, I was just an extension of her. She needed me to do it, and I wanted to please her. My eyes saw her, but my mind floated in an aroused fog that didn’t let me worry about the predatory glint in her beautiful eyes.

“You hear only me.”

“I hear only you.”

“You see only me.”

“I see only you.”

As I drifted, I realized that she was changing me. Teresa was narrowing my view of the world to only contain her, so that she was the one and only source of direction. She was brainwashing me with her incredible breasts, and I didn’t want her to stop.

“You want only me.”

“I want only you,” I said, and my wet pussy throbbed in agreement with my flat voice.

She was remaking me, bending me to her will, folding me into a neat little package of lust and obedience.

“You obey only me.”

“I obey only you.”

“I am in control.”

“You are in control.”

It should have been terrifying, but it wasn’t. She was right, I wanted her. I wanted to obey her. I needed to be hers.

“You are my slave.”

“I am your slave.”

“I am your mistress.”

“You are . . . my mistress.”

It felt wonderful when she smiled at me, even in my dazed fog, I was happy that I’d made her proud. I wanted to please her already then. Even in half-awareness, I marveled at the sight of her big boobs spilling free as she lifted her shirt.

“Good girl. Now I’m going to let you suck, and you’re going to feel so good. Sucking on my tits, on your mistress’s beautiful tits, is going to make you so aroused that you’re going to play with yourself until you cum for me.”

She lifted her breast to me, a sacred offering that I leaned forward to receive.

“When you cum, you’re going to feel the slippery wet resistance draining from your entranced mind right out of your obedient pussy. Every time you cum, my power will grow stronger as your juicy resistance gushes into your pretty little slit.”

My mouth closed over her already-swollen nipple and I sucked, my hand working between my legs as I felt the most intense sensation of adoration wash over me. Her breast was perfect, and my arousal surged as I suckled and basked in the feeling of giving myself to her in worship.

When I came, I felt my resistance draining out of my body, onto my swirling, sliding fingers, and I loved that too. She pulled her breast from my mouth, and watched as I gasped for breath.

“Good girl, but now the other one is jealous,” she said with a giggle, and then she brought her other tit to my mouth.

From the moment I latched on, the heat built inside me with breathtaking speed. I don’t think it took more than thirty seconds before I was cumming on my fingers for her again.

“Now rest for a moment sweetie. You’re doing so very well, I’m really happy that you’re mine now. Just a little more work, and then you get to wake up to your new life. Now repeat for me please. You obey only me.”

“I obey only you.”

“I am your mistress.”

“You are my mistress.”

She continued her reinforcement for a while, and in my post-orgasmic fog I hoped I was doing what she wanted. If mistress wanted me changed, I wanted to change for her. She was all that mattered.

Mistress told me that I was going to wake up and do things for her. I needed to do things for her; that was my purpose, to please her. Then she said something, and I awoke.

“How do you feel, Nancy.”

“Good, mistress,” I said, and the word had meaning to me. She was my mistress, the source of all direction and joy. Teresa was my mistress; she was the center of my universe.

She smiled at my response, and when she leaned forward and kissed me it was so wonderful that I nearly came. Her tongue invaded my mouth and I felt completely open to her, I was hers to do with as she pleased and everything about it felt hot and sexy and right.

When she took off her panties and lay back on the couch I didn’t need any prompting. I knelt between her legs and buried my tongue in her. Her pussy was delicious and pleasing her was a privilege. Kneeling there between her legs I returned the favor she’d given me, bringing her to climax more than once myself before she gently pushed me away.

Once her breathing calmed down she kissed me again. Then she pushed my face down and she pressed her breasts around me. I sniffed and licked at their pendulous perfection, and she let me suck at them until I came again.

I remained on my knees as she got dressed and tidied herself up.

“I should have done this a long time ago. Get up, sweetie, come to me,” she said.

I lifted up, and she pulled me into another kiss.

“You are precious, aren’t you? I think you’re going to be spending a lot of time with me. Would you like that?”

“Yes mistress,” I murmured.

She smiled and then kissed me again, this time whispering into my ear, “Even though I’m going to drain all the resistance out of you with my boobs? Until you’ll never, ever, ever want to do anything but love me and be my slave?”

Teresa was so soft and warm against me. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was perfect and I wanted more than anything to show her how much I loved her by drooling my slippery hot resistance all over myself.

“Oh yes, mistress.”

“That’s a good girl. Now go get some work done. Be back here, in my office, at quarter after six,” she said, patting me on the bottom for emphasis before giving me another lingering kiss.

Her words resonated in me though, and I knew I’d do whatever she wanted.

“Yes, mistress.”

* * *

I’m not sure how I made it through the rest of the day. I couldn’t remember whether I even went to my appointments or not. All I could think about was mistress Teresa and her fabulous body. Just thinking about her sweet mouth on mine made me wet. I had to fight a constant urge to just go someplace private and think about her breasts while I fingered myself.

When I entered Teresa’s office after the office closed at six, five of my male co-workers, including Hal, were already there. Teresa smiled at me, and then she gestured for me to stand off to the side.

They lined up there against the wall, as docile as sheep before her. “Are you ready boys?” she asked them with a smile.

“Yes mistress,” they answered her as one.

They looked so eager to please her. Did I look like them? I knew I probably did, at least when she was teasing me with her gorgeous chest. Somehow, the idea that I was as pathetic as they were didn’t bother me. It felt like a small price to pay, to have the chance to worship her beautiful body.

We all stared as she began to undo her shirt. Next she removed her bra, and then those fantastic jugs dangled heavy and free. I gasped at the sight, and I wasn’t the only one.

“Here they are. Get a good look, my little slaves.”

Turning her upper body, she made her big jugs shake and swing. God was she ever hot. My pussy felt like it was on fire. I wanted to lick and suck on her breasts so badly I could taste them in my mouth.

She stopped twisting, and her hands cupped the soft mounds as she lifted them up and together, creating fantastic cleavage.

“It’s time to take a trip to my mystic valley. Your favorite, most relaxing place in the world. Sink in, deeper now. It’s time for you to surrender to me. You see only me,” she said.

Their eyes were glassy, they stared and their hands rubbed at their crotches as they answered her as one, “I see only you.”

It was an amazing sight, and I was surprised to find that I didn’t feel the same compunction they felt, though the words were familiar.

“You hear only me.”

“I hear only you.”

“You obey only me.”

“I obey only you.”

She continued like that, reminding them that she was the only thing that mattered. The men moved a bit, rocking in place as their pants tented in front of them. Moans escaped them as they responded like a robotic chorus to each of her commands.

“You love my control.”

“I love your control.”

The rocking was more pronounced, and the moaning grew louder with every moment.

“You are my slave,” she said, and they gave their agreement in between heaving breaths.

“Don’t fight it, boys. Give yourselves to me. Squirt the silly will out of your bodies. Drain yourselves of all resistance, until there is nothing but obedience to me,” she said.

Their breathing grew ragged and then they were groaning. One by one they came, wet stains appearing on the front of their pants as they climaxed at her command. Teresa laughed at them then, and something about watching her dominating them turned me on incredibly. Seeing her take control made me wet, even when it was someone else being conquered.

“Lovely, very good, let it all out. Now what do you say, slaves?”

“Thank you, mistress,” they answered en masse once more.

“You can go now,” Teresa gestured to the door.

When the men had filed out she turned to me. I stared at her bare breasts with shameless need. My crotch burned for her. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, her beauty was that powerful to me.

“That leaves only you, Nancy. You’ve seen how much control I have over them. You can’t possibly deny my power now. You’re almost one of them now.”

“No, I’m not. I-I love you,” I said.

She smiled and stepped closer still. Her hands cupped her big tits and pressed them together again. I was mesmerized by that sea of jiggling woman flesh, by the dark crevice formed between their bulging curves.

“Of course you do. I do control you though—your pussy is wet, isn’t it?” she breathed the words softly.

Teresa was so hot I couldn’t think of anything but her and her beautiful body. It was as if the fire burning in my clenching pussy had spread to my mind, filling me with a fiery desire to do anything this goddess wanted. All I wanted was to give myself to her beauty and power and just become hers.

“Yes,” I whispered, helpless to fight the all-consuming urge I felt to submit to her.

“That’s right. Your pussy is already wet for me. Your resistance is dripping right out of you. You’re going to cum for me. Every time you do, you’re going to fall deeper under my spell. You’ve wandered into my mystic valley and you can’t escape, can you?”

“No, mistress,” I admitted, and she smiled at the word.

Teresa stepped closer still and then I was lowering my head, my eyes locked on her cleavage. My face down until I was right there, her big tits filling my view before I gave in and let my face fall into her soft flesh.

She let me just rest there, drinking in the smell of her and feeling her breasts surround my face. After a time I felt her hand in my hair. The moment was so intense, so exciting, that I felt my arousal growing towards climax just from resting there. I started to moan.

“That it, you love my big tits. You can’t resist them. Now kiss them, my little slave,” she urged, her hand guided my head as I showered the top of her breasts with kisses.

My moaning intensified as I felt myself getting hornier still. My pussy was on fire and then it happened. I groaned at the sensation of her glorious boobs in my face. A part of me thought about what she’d said, about how I’d fall deeper under her spell if I came. It just turned me on even more, I wanted to be hers.

Shaking, I came right there. The force of it made me stop kissing her. She laughed softly at me as I shuddered as my orgasm exploded through me. Teresa waited a moment as I caught my breath.

“What do you say, Nancy?”

“Thank you, mistress.”

“Good girl. I think you’re going to learn to love having your resistance drained, even more than the men. Suck it, give me all that resistance,” she ordered.

I pulled the protruding nipple into my mouth and savored its musky flavor. I loved the way it felt, having her big tit filling my face was wonderful.

“Don’t fight it. Cum for me again, Nancy. Give yourself to my power.”

Suckling at her like a baby I came so hard I thought my head would explode. It was fantastic, and it went on and on. My hips shook with the force of my climax as moaned and shook with the force of the lust that possessed me.

“More, I want all of you baby. Don’t stop,” she urged.

My breathing was still ragged, but somehow I managed to return to sucking. My juicy pussy tightened as I felt my world rearranging around me. Every moment of delicious worship made it clearer that this was what I was meant to be: hers. I came again and my legs grew so weak that I had to lean against her to stay upright.

“Thank you, mistress,” I gasped, drool trickling from my sucking mouth as I stared vacantly at her gorgeous tits.

“Tell me what you are, Nancy.”

“Your slave, mistress.”

“No, that’s not quite right. You’re my favorite slave,” she said. “You resisted, and you turn me on, and that makes you special.”

When she said I was her favorite I almost had another climax, it felt that good. All I wanted was to worship her breasts forever, to just keep cumming and cumming until there was no me anymore. Until all that was left was submissive lust for her.

My mistress’s hand slid down into my panties. I felt her finger invade my burning wet slit, brushing against my sensitive clit hard enough to make me shudder before she brought the hand up to her face.

Teresa sucked the slick finger into her mouth and sighed. “Your ‘resistance’ is delicious, sweetie. I’m going to enjoy draining it from you.”

Then she kissed me, her hands cupping my ass and pulling me in tight. Her divine breasts mashed warm and soft over mine, and I wanted the embrace to go on forever. I could never have enough of feeling this way, of being held and wanted and controlled by my mistress.

“I think we should take this back to my place. Would you like that?” she said after she broke the kiss and looked into my eyes.

“Oh yes mistress.”

She looked around the room for a moment, then back to me with a grin.

“You thought this was going to be your office, huh?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Then I’ll make sure that it will be. After I take over Hal’s office I’ll let you have this one. First I’ll need to bring the rest of the staff over to my special project. Do you think that I’ll have any trouble trapping them all in my mystic valley?”

“No mistress, how could anyone ever resist you?”

“Look at you, all pretty and smart and mine. Come on, it’s time for you to visit somewhere the boys can only dream of—my bedroom.”

- The End -