The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jordan Ballestrino carefully balanced her jacket, purse, umbrella, and 2 premium coffees as she pried open the door to her workplace. The weather the past few weeks had turned foul with chilling temperatures and hellacious storms occasionally swept in with little notice. She had discovered that it was safer to bring a jacket and umbrella and carry them around than to leave them at home and spend the day soaked and cold. She had also discovered over the past few months since she had started that she really liked her new job. The people were really nice and friendly and the work was challenging but not so bad as to stress her out and cause doubt. Jordan really felt that she was doing good work and while she might not be making a difference in the world, she was helping people and that was the whole reason she went into medicine.

Making her way through the lobby, Jordan walked towards her workstation in the main cubicle area. As she had settled into a routine in her new job, a surprising part of that routine had become coffee in the morning with the man who had ultimately hired her, Jason. She reached her workstation and she dropped off her purse, umbrella, and jacket, and kept walking further into the building. As Jordan neared the end of the corridor where Jason kept his office, she saw the office door was closed. Feeling a slight tinge of disappointment, Jordan took a comfortable seat aside the desk of his administrative assistant, Luna. Looking over and making eye contact, the young blonde offered the other a polite smile. Luna was a few years older than Jordan and exotic looking with her caramel colored skin, long silky black hair, and dark eyes. She rarely spoke to anyone other than Jason and even then it seemed to be business only. She never smiled and seemed to only respond to Jason.

Jordan did her best to not allow Luna’s antisocial mien to dampen her mood. In the past few months, as she had settled into her role and routine at the new job, she had been surprised to find that part of the routine was twice weekly interviews with Jason. As he had explained, the company had seen much higher retention rates among new staff members when the interviews were conducted. Jordan’s memory of their conversations during these interviews was hazy but she had felt herself settling into the office faster than she would have believed possible. She was even starting to feel safe and secure in her new environment which was no small feat for her. Jordan knew from the previous experience that she had trust issues, which often lead to her being labeled antisocial and rude. She knew those labels weren’t right but they weren’t entirely wrong either. Her past experiences had caused her to have trust issues. Trust issues, anger issues, discomfort, issues with authority, the list was rather long. To her surprise, however, Jordan hadn’t felt any of her old feelings creeping in as she settled in to her new job.

She had told herself that this time was going to be different, that she wasn’t going to make the same mistakes again, that she wasn’t going to allow her past to dictate her present and future. She wouldn’t close herself off from her coworkers, she wouldn’t avoid social engagements, she wouldn’t punish herself for every flaw and slight she found in herself and her work. Jordan had made these promises to herself before and had failed to keep them. She was afraid to hope that things would be different this time but so far it was.

The coffee and conversations with Jason were also helping, she admitted. She smiled to herself as she remembered the first time she had been in his office and he started to bring up the interviews; she had gotten the wrong idea from the start. She was convinced that he was about to proposition her for sex and she couldn’t have been further from the truth! After he finished laughing and reassuring her, Jason had explained the corporate philosophy behind what he was talking about.

She didn’t remember much of their conversation but she did remember leaving his office suffused with a sense of belonging, of safety. It hadn’t lasted of course, not with her past to peck away at the feeling, but a few days later, she had returned for her company-mandated follow up and again, left feeling better. The routine had continued for the mandated weeks and along the way, the two had fallen into the habit of sharing coffee a couple times a week. Any time the two talked, Jordan always left feeling better than when she had started the day.

In his office, Jason finally broke away from admiring the naked body of the newest hire, Lorena Santiago. An attractive young Latina woman, he had been working on her for the past few weeks and gotten her comfortable enough to strip down. He was working up to more but he knew patience was a better tactic than brute force. Leaning forward, the older man placed his lips inches from the ear of the young woman and said firmly but in a low voice, “You look absolutely beautiful, Lorena. I’m glad you feel so comfortable here, with me, that you would share yourself with me. Unfortunately, it’s time to go back to work and what does that mean?”

“Get dressed, act normally, forget your words…” Lorena said softly, smiling vacantly with a hint of sadness at being forced to return to work and leave Jason.

“Good girl, remembering all that. Very good.” Jason reinforced his pride in her accomplishment by softly pinching her hard nipple, drawing a moan from the young woman. He smiled as he heard the moan and felt the hard nipple against his fingers; he knew that while she would forget everything that happened in his office, she would subconsciously remember his instructions and the positive reinforcement he delivered every time she followed them.Tying that reinforcement to sexual gratification was just another step in his program.

He watched as the young woman began to put her clothes back on, not releasing her from his direct control until he had examined her again. Past experience had taught him that simple measures like this were how one kept hs activities from discovery. Satisfied that Lorena was presentable again, he slowly brought her consciousness back up until she was back to her normal bubbly self. Smiling at her as she came to, he stood up to walk her out.

“Thank you again, Lorena, for another enjoyable conversation. I’m glad to hear how well you’re settling in here.” As he spoke, Jason subtly escorted her to the door with the light touch of his hand on her back.

“Jason, it was a nice talk as always…,” Lorena said, a little unsure of herself. She couldn’t remember what they had talked about but she felt great as she always did after talking to Jason and horny too. That surprised her but she also found it exciting, in more ways than one. It wasn’t the first time she had felt that way after one of their conversations but this time it was higher than it had been before. “Same time Thursday?” She asked as they approached the door.

“Check with Luna,” he replied, “But I don’t see any issue with that. Have a great day.” He smiled as he said this last, seeing her eyes unfocus for a split second as the words penetrated her mind. He had conditioned all the ladies here to react to that phrase, from him only. She wouldn’t do anything wild or crazy but her mind wouldn’t stop inserting the idea of him into her thoughts. It was another aspect of his patient, gradual approach to control that he had developed and perfected. The two reached the door and he opened it for the young woman, earning a smile from her for his chivalry as he ushered her through the door before him. His eyes lit up as he saw the attractive blonde waiting for him outside his office.

“Jordan! Good morning and would that coffee happen to be for me perhaps?” He asked, smiling as the other woman stood up to greet him.

“Triple shot latte as desired,” Jordan replied with a smile. “I have to admit, I was intimidated by that much caffeine but I’m hooked now.” The blonde made her way into the office, handing Jason his coffee on her way by. Her attention focused on handing off the coffee and making her way in, she didn’t see Jason’s ogling of Lorena as the Latina walked back to her workstation. Jason watched for another second and then leaned over to Luna, whispering in her ear. He was pretty confident that Luna knew his routine well enough but it never hurt to be sure. He didn’t want to take the chance of any unfortunate interruptions, certainly not today. Today was going to be a special day as he advanced Jordan’s conditioning.

He made his way back into the office, closing the soundproofed door behind himself as he did. Taking a sip of the coffee Jordan had placed in his hands, he sighed in pleasure as the hot brew hit his taste buds. He sat down in the his normal easy chair in the conversation lounge portion of his office, diagonal from the young lady holding an identical coffee. The two coworkers made conversation as they drank their coffees, discussing their shared passion of television and cinema.

Jason watched Jordan as they talked, marveling at the change she showed. When he had started her background check, he had been aghast at the past she had revealed. The cruelty of her family, the indifference of past boyfriends, the crushing burden of her younger life, all of it had combined to create a young woman who was smart and well educated but had little confidence in herself and no trust to extend to anyone. The past few months had seen her shell crack. She was making friends with some of her coworkers, she smiled more often than not, and she was showing signs of putting down roots. Jason knew that much of that change stemmed from his influence but he still was impressed at how far she had come.

“Jordan I know it’s not your normal type of show but Firefly is something you really need to take a chance on. It’s got heart and family,” Jason said with a smile. He was a sci-fi aficionado and loved a chance to share his passion whenever he could.

“I know I’ve heard of the show but isn’t it kinda old now?” She said with a smile, knowing how the comment would be received.

Jason clutched his chest, feigning injury as the blonde spoke. “I am wounded now, after such a callous disregard for the delicacy that one of my age needs.” The two friends laughed, both of them knowing how far from the truth that was. In the few months she had been with the company, Jordan had not met a more down-to-earth personality than Jason. It was obvious the way he spoke that he was deeply intelligent and well educated but he never let that come across as making him better than anyone. He had a way of engaging people that moved past such divides. Jordan didn’t understand how he did it but she had seen him talk to millionaire investors, the CEO, and oil rig workers and never once had she seen him condescend or suck up. He just had a way with people that she couldn’t explain.

After the laughter faded, Jason cocked an eyebrow at Jordan and asked, “Have you been working on your breathing exercises that I assigned to you?” He smiled as he spoke, attempting to put the young woman at ease.

Jordan grimaced as the conversation flowed from casual to work. Worse, it was related to a subject that she was loathe to discuss with anyone, ever. “I have actually. They help ok, I guess. I feel calmer but I don’t know if it’s due to the breathing or just my mind saying be calm because you’re doing the exercises.”

Jason smiled at the attractive blonde. “In the end, does that matter? If you manage to bring yourself back to center from the breathing exercise or from your brain making the conscious effort, the end result is still the same, isn’t it?”

Jordan had to admit that was true. She had opened up to Jason shortly after their coffee sessions started about the anger issues she dealt with. Rather than attempt to offer counseling or advise a therapist, he had talked to her about simple exercises she could try on her own. Jason explained that anger and rage were not inherently unhealthy emotions for anyone but as long as the underlying cause was understood and a proper outlet developed for the emotions, there was nothing wrong with her. Jordan had further surprised herself by opening up to him about some of her past and why she felt plagued by anger issues, among others. Jason had deftly talked her into trying the exercises that he thought would help her in dealing with her anger. He had explained that with practice, she could use the exercises to calm herself when her anger threatened to choke out her common sense and make her do something regrettable.

“You’re right...as usual, Jason,” The blonde said smiling ruefully. “You usually are. I’m not feeling angry as often as I have in the past, but the exercises do seem to help when I do and in the end why they are working isn’t as important to me as the fact that they do.”

Jason looked the curvaceous young woman in the eyes as she made the admission. “Jordan, I know how hard that was for you to admit and I’m so glad that I’ve been able to help you like this. From what you shared with me, I can’t imagine anyone not having some issues but you’ve done so well at overcoming your own and I’m proud of you for that.” He reached over and patted her hand in a friendly manner as he did so.

The sexy young girl blushed at the praise from her friend, dipping her head in mute acknowledgement of the compliment. Accepting a compliment was something that she had struggled with for her entire life and Jason had come to be more than a mere friend at work in her eyes. Older, wiser, more patient, and always looking out for his staff, he played the part of uncle/father figure to many people at the office, including jordan. Meeting Jason’s eyes, Jordan said softly, “Thank you, Jason.”

Jason smiled at the young woman, knowing how difficult that had been for her to say. He thought it fitting that she made such a breakthrough in her personal issues on the same day that he planned to make his own breakthrough. When he stood, she started to stand as this was normally the time he would shepherd her out of his office and back to work but at a quiet word, she sat back down and watched as he tossed their coffee cups into a trash can in the corner.

Sitting back down, Jason’s face took on a serious look as he looked the young woman in the eye. “Jordan, I’m so glad you’ve joined us here. Since you started, I’ve been able to see the growth in you, professionally and personally. I think you are going to be a great part of our team here.” As he spoke, he reached out with his mind and began to push.

“Thank you Jason, I…” Jordan’s voice trailed off as with an almost audible click, she slipped into Jason’s control, her previous sessions making the transition easier each subsequent time.

Jason smiled as he saw her go under, never tiring of the sight. Standing up and making his way around behind the young girl, he leaned over the back of the couch and placed his lips just inches from her ear. “Jordan, can you hear me?”

“...yes…”

“Good. That’s a good girl, Jordan. You’re a good girl, aren’t you Jordan?” He asked softly.

“...yes…” She murmured back.

“What do good girls do, Jordan?” He asked leadingly, knowing the answer. He wanted to make sure she was at the point he expected.

“Good girls do what they are told.” She responded softly.

“Very good! Tell me, do you feel safe here with me? Do you feel like you’re in a safe environment with me?” He asked next, his breath tickling the young woman’s ear.

Jordan smiled, even as far under as she was. “I do, Jason. Very safe!”

“Do you know why that is, Jordan? Do you know why you are so safe with me?”

Her face momentarily darkening as she realized this was a question she didn’t know the answer to, her response was slow in coming. “...No, Jason…”

“It’s because you’re a good girl and I always take care of good girls, Jordan. I keep them safe and secure and make sure they never get hurt.” Jordan’s unconscious mind began to link the concepts together. She knew she was safe here with Jason and she knew she was a good girl. Now she had the link between the two and it completed the perfect circle for her mind. She was a good girl who did what she was told, Jason always takes care of his good girls, she was safe here with Jason because she was a good girl. The circle ran round and round her mind, burning a familiar rut through her mind. Her eyes closed as her brain worked through the logic over and over.

Jason’s smile widened as he saw the flickering of Jordan’s eyes. He could tell from past experience that her mind was making the connections he desired. That was an important step in the process and an important part of what would come next. Jason came around the couch and helped Jordan move over to the easy chair that he had been sitting in while they chatted. He found that this chair allowed for better comfort on the part of the lady and ease of movement for himself, a not inconsiderable point to be factored in. Leaving the curvaceous blonde sitting in the chair for a moment, Jason took the opportunity to check with Luna that he had his schedule free for the next hour and there was no one waiting for him. He also verified that his door was locked. He knew he had checked all of this before but he had been nearly caught before because he got overeager; he wasn’t keen to repeat the experience.

Jason turned away from his desk after double checking his preparations and returned to stand directly behind the oblivious young woman. Concentrating slightly, he began to process to bring Jordan back up from the unconscious depths she had been inhabiting. Taking a deep breath, he allowed his direct control of the girl to fade; this was always a delicate time in his process as he now had to trust that he had properly prepared her mind to accept him without coercion. Placing his hands on her shoulders, Jason leaned in towards the girl and began to speak into her ear in a low but firm voice. “Can you hear me Jordan?”

Jordan shook her head as she came back to herself, her mind feeling strangely fuzzy. She felt a bit light-headed, like she wasn’t completely herself. The last thing she remembered was being complimented by Jason and...she jumped as she felt Jason’s breath on her ear. Strong but gentle hands reached over and grabbed her shoulders, guiding her back into the chair, reclining her into the welcoming embrace of the comfortable chair.

“Jason?! What are you doing? What’s going on?” The questions tumbled from the confused girl, the growing panic at odds with the relaxed pose that the chair had enforced on her.

“Jordan, relax, you’re here with me. You’re safe aren’t you? You know I would never let anything hurt you.” Jason’s words floated from behind her and into her mind, taking the hard edge off of her panic. Her breathing, rapidly approaching hyperventilation, started to slow. She was with Jason, of course she was safe! She should have realized that before she started to panic. She didn’t understand how she got into this chair when she last remembered sitting on the couch but she knew she could trust Jason to take care of her.

The same hands that had pulled her back into the chair began to softly massage her tense shoulders, easing the tension from her muscles. Jordan began to unconsciously relax into the massage but her questions still lay in the room, unanswered. “Jason, what is going on? How did I get in this chair?”

Jason’s voice again floated into her ear, his breath tickling the small hairs that wisped around it. “Jordan, that doesn’t matter right now. You’re in the chair and your comfortable and safe, aren’t you?” At her nod of agreement, Jason continued on with his speech. “Your safety is very important to me, Jordan, and you know I would never let anything happen you. You’re going to need to make a big decision today.”

“What are you talking about?” Jordan whispered. She didn’t know why but it was so hard to keep her eyes open. Her body wanted to just relax into the massage and submit to whatever it would take to keep it going.

Jason leaned over the girl, looking down on her as he continued to massage. He allowed his eyes to trace the curves of the girl below him. From her full high breasts to her rounded hips and back again, he stared and desired. “Jordan, do you feel safe with me? Do you worry that I would ever hurt you or allow you to be hurt?”

From his vantage leering over her, Jason could see her expression change even with her eyes closed. Her conditioning was telling her that such events could never happen and her face was reflecting that certainty. “I always feel safe with you Jason and of course I know you would never allow me to be hurt.” A smile flashed briefly across her face, small but present. Jason took that as a good sign to move along. His hands continued to caress the confused blonde but he moved them forward and down slightly as he continued to rub the girl. He was careful to keep his hands clear of her chest, not wanting to disturb Jordan’s mental balance yet.

“Jordan, do you think you’re a good girl?” Jason asked, almost conversationally. He watched her pretty face as she struggled against his massage and to find the answer. She knew the answer, she needed to admit it. Finally, after nearly several soundless seconds, he saw her head move in a small nod of acknowledgement. Smiling to himself, he leaned closer and said quietly, “I asked you a question, Jordan. Do you think you’re a good girl?”

Jordan jolted softly as she felt Jason’s breath on her ear and heard him ask again. “Yes, I think I’m a good girl. Why? What does that matter?” So confused was she at this point, she wasn’t even fighting against the relaxing effects of Jason’s masterful massage or to clear the remaining cobwebs from her mind.

“Of course you are, Jordan, anyone can see that.” Jason responded soothingly. “I know that, I just wanted to make sure you knew it as well. And what do good girls do?” Jason’s hands now began to roam a bit more freely, the tips of his fingers grazing the top of Jordan’s succulent tits. He could tell that she was too distracted to yet notice just how brazen he was being but she would soon.

“Good girls do as they’re told of course. I knew that.” Jordan responded softly as though trying to prove herself. Her body was relaxed completely now into the chair, Jason’s conditioning and massage bringing her to this state.

“That’s right, they do as they’re told. I’m so proud of you Jordan. I want you to sit here, relaxed and safe, and listen to my words. Listen to me and allow me to do as I wish. Allow me to bring you pleasure as you work to make your decision.” Jason stated softly. He had done this many times and still, he held his breath as he awaited her answer. This was the ticklish part.

Jordan’s mind struggled to resist as a natural reaction to Jason’s direction. As her mind struggled, her body began to tense. Her spine stiffening, her curvaceous form was levered up off the chair cushion. A moan of distress escaped from her mouth as her brain struggled with two competing directives. Her sense of self warred against the conditioned logic Jason had layered upon her mind.

He watched dispassionately as the sexy young woman’s mind fought an ultimately futile fight. He had perfected his method over several decades; the conditioning he had laid upon Jordan’s mind in session after session would allow for no other outcome than the one he desired. All he had to do was wait for her mind to accept it and he would be fine.

After several minutes of internal struggle, the blonde’s mental resistance faded and her mind settled into the rut that his conditioning had prepared. Her body relaxed back into the soft cushion of the chair as a small smile appeared on her face. With a matching smile, Jason resumed his massage, allowing his hands to stray more than before as he gently rubbed the blonde. It didn’t seem possible, but the blonde’s body posture took on an even more relaxed air. She could feel Jason’s hands roving over her shoulders and upper chest; she knew that she shouldn’t fight him. She really didn’t want to as his touch was just so relaxing and exciting at the same time. There was a part of her mind that was still free, though, that was not fully under the spell Jason was weaving and was trying to warn her not to fall for him.

Seeing how relaxed accepting Jordan had become, Jason knew the time was right to move on to the next stage of his program. Moving his hands to the seam of her shirt, Jason began to unbutton Jordan’s shirt, taking his time with each button. As he eased his way down her shirt, he continued to speak directly into her ear. “I’m glad to see you so relaxed Jordan, I want nothing more than for you to feel good when you’re with me.” Reaching the final button on the blonde’s shirt, he softly peeled it back exposing her D-cup breasts encased in dark red silk and lace. Whistling softly, he brought his hands up to softly cup the magnificent tits his work had exposed. “I want nothing but pleasure for you, for you to be pleased by me when we’re together.” Running his thumbs over the hardening nipples he could see through the cups of her bra, Jason was happy to hear an answering moan from the blonde. A very soft moan but it was there. “Doesn’t that sound nice, Jordan? Doesn’t that sound like something you want?”

Jordan nodded her head, her eyes remaining closed as she enjoyed the feeling of Jason’s hands squeezing and massaging her breasts. She could feel herself getting excited but that free part of her mind was starting to make louder noises in her mind, telling her not to fall for pleasure. She tried to hold on to that caution but Jason’s questing hands were making that difficult. She felt herself start involuntarily as his smart and deft fingers found the front clasp on her bra, releasing her breasts to the open air of his office. Without missing a beat, his strong hands parted her bra and cupped her naked tits, his thumbs caressing her rock hard, sensitive nipples.

“I’m so glad you’re enjoying this, Jordan. I want nothing more than for you to feel such pleasure. Isn’t that a good thing? Isn’t that something you want too?” As he continued to pour his persuasion into her distracted mind, Jason began to tease her hard nipples, lightly pinching and twisting them until he heard her moan. “Don’t you want me to keep pleasuring you, to keep making you feel so good?” He smiled as he saw her head nod gently, her eyes starting to glaze with pleasure as his hands continued there ministrations to her. “Then, Jordan, you’re going to need to help me. Do you want to help me?”

The young woman nodded minutely as the pleasure from Jason’s toying with her tits continued to flood her body.

“That’s my girl,” He cooed into her ear, “I’m so glad that you want me to keep pleasuring you. Now, if you want me to keep going then you’re going to need to undo those pants. Don’t you want to do that?” He softly pinched Jordan’s nipples as he asked the last question, drawing a moan from the young blonde in response as she tried to decide. He continued pleasuring the curvaceous blonde as her mind tried to work through his questions. Finally he was rewarded with the sight of her hands slowly drifting to the catch on her slacks and deftly undoing it. Jason sighed in happiness as he saw this. “Good girl! Good girl, Jordan, doing what you’re told. Now the zipper. There you go, such a good girl.”

Jason stood up for a second behind Jordan, stretching and working out a cramp in his arm, as his eyes drank in the sight of her naked breasts and hard nipples. It was an intoxicating sight and he wasn’t done. Finishing his stretching, he leaned back over the oversexed girl and continued his directions. “Jordan, I’m so happy to see you doing what you’re told. Why wouldn’t you, after all? You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Now I want you to stand up and push your pants down to your ankles for me. There you go, that’s good.”

He watched as the young girl struggled to her feet and began to push her pants down, naked tits swinging with her movements. As her slacks moved lower on her legs, she was forced to bend over and Jason took the opportunity to ogle her round ass. He could see most of her creamy ass as Jordan was wearing a matching dark red thong. He felt a brief prick of disappointment as she finished pushing her pants down and returned to sitting in the chair. He returned his hands to their former positions and resumed his fondling. A quiet moan from Jordan told him that his hands were more than welcome in their return to work.

“You look so sexy, Jordan, did you know that?” Jason whispered in her ear as he softly twisted her diamond-hard nipples. “Do you want more? Do you want me to keep pleasuring you?”

He thrilled to the sight of her head nodding firmly yes and trailed his hands down to her thighs. Softly massaging Jordan’s thighs, Jason continued to whisper in her ear. “I want to make sure you feel as much pleasure as I can give you Jordan, don’t you want that? I thought so. Well, in order to keep pleasuring you, you need to spread your legs. Yes! Just like that.” Jason trailed his hands to the inside of Jordan’s thighs, softly rubbing them as he brought them higher towards her pussy. Even not being in contact with her cunt, Jason could feel the heat emanating from it and from the dark red patch on her panties, he could tell her juices were already flowing.

He began to slowly tease his touch up her thighs, getting closer to her pussy. Jason smiled as he saw her involuntarily thrust her pelvis towards his hands, desperate for touch. With a smile from him and a satisfied groan from her, he began to trace the outer edges of her panties, his fingers doing nothing to meet the raging need the sexy young woman was feeling. He smirked as he saw her legs open still further, beckoning hi “Jordan, does that feel good?”

“More, please….” She rasped out, not answering the question.

“Jordan, I asked you does that feel good?” As Jason asked a second time, he brought his hand to the blonde’s dripping pussy, cupping it through her sodden panties. The gasp that brought from the girl made him smile. He pressed his finger against the material, drawing another moan from the sexy blonde and savoring the feel of the wet material against his finger. “Does that feel good?”

“Yesssss.” Jordan hissed out.

“Do you want me to keep going?” He pressed hard as he asked this, drawing a groan from Jordan and relishing the squishing sensation of her dripping panties.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, god! More please!” Jordan gasped out. She jerked as she felt Jason’s fingers slip under her panties and tease her slippery cunt.

“Spread your legs nice and wide for me sweetie. Just like that.” Jason slid his hand further under the blonde’s sopping panties and eased a finger into the hot dripping twat beneath, being rewarded with the loudest moan yet as the young girl’s desires were met. He began to slide the digit in and out of the moaning young woman, enjoying the sensation of her pussy clamping around his invading digit. Feeling how wet the young girl was, Jason quickly added a second finger to the obvious pleasure of the blonde.

“Jordan, do you want to cum? Do you want me to make you cum?” As Jason asked this, he ran his thumb over the clit of the nearly insensate young woman below him, drawing a hiss of pleasure from her. She shivered in delight as Jason did this. That changes to a sudden pout as she felt his fingers withdraw from her cunt. “Jordan, I asked you a question. Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Yes, yes yes YES!” Jordan half-yelled as his fingers slid back into her, sliding easily up the knuckle on the older man’s hand.

“Then you need to do 2 things for me.First, strip. Naked. I know you’re a good girl and you do as you’re told so this should be easy.” Jason reluctantly removed his fingers from the dripping girl as she struggled to stand up. He gently smacked her on her bubble ass as she stood up, drawing a smile from the blonde. She quickly stripped off what was left of her clothing and then stood awkwardly, waiting for Jason. He slowly strode around to the front of the chair again, thrilling to the sight of the naked woman before him. Her large tits, so sensitive to his touch, swayed slightly at she panted with excitement. Her cheeks were flushed and there was a hint of a glaze in her eyes. He was sorely tempted to demand she service him and have sex but that would come.

As he come to stand in front of Jordan, he slowly ran his hands over her amazing body. His wandering hands drew moans from the already ramped up girl. He guided the young woman back into the chair and kneeled down next to her, bringing his hand back to her wet pussy. Feeling his hand touch her most intimate place, Jordan spread her legs in a wanton fashion as pleasure was now her focus. Two fingers slid easily back into her sopping wet twat, drawing a long groan from the girl.

Jason smiled as the young woman began to push back against his digits. Leaning over as he continued to finger her, he began to whisper in her ear. “Now I need you to do the second thing for me. Are you ready?” He pushed his thumb into her clit as he asked, thrilling to her small shriek of pleasure.

“What do I have to-ahhhhh-do?” Jordan half asked half moaned.

“It’s simple, honey.” He smiled bigger as Jordan whimpered in pleasure at the addition of a third finger. “If you want to cum, if you want me to make you cum, then you have to agree to one thing. You have to agree to submit to me. You will belong to me and do as I say. In return, I will take care of you. Do you want that?”

Jordan’s mind was drowning in pleasure now. Jason had 3 fingers pistoning in and out of her cunt and was flicking at her clit with his thumb. She couldn’t think straight and the lone part of her mind that was free was screaming at her but it wasn’t even audible against the background of pleasure that was flooding her mind. Without consideration, Jordan attempted to answer Jason’s question with her body by fucking back against his fingers. She met with only disappointment as he had anticipated this and pulled his hand back before she could achieve better penetration and pressure against her clit.

“No. I want to hear you say yes. Yes, you will submit. Yes, you will be mine. Then you can cum. Do you understand me?” He whispered sternly into her ear.

“Yes! Yes yes god yes!” Jordan half-shrieked, desperate for relief. “I’m yours and I’ll do whatever you ask. PLease please pleaseAHAHHHH!” The rest of her answer cut off into incoherent moaning as Jason plunged his fingers back into superheated pussy and began to fuck her hard. He leaned over as far as he could and to the extreme pleasure of Jordan, wrapped his lips around one hard nipple, flicking his tongue back and forth over the hard nubbin. Jordan began to gasp and pant as her orgasm built to a massive level under the expanded stimulation. Her scent permeated the room and her quiet gasps echoed around the office. She didn’t think she could take any more when Jason moved his lips from her nipple to her clit and sucked hard. With a shriek that was barely contained by the thick office door, Jordan came hard over Jason’s fingers. He began to slow the pace of his pumping as she came down from her orgasmic high. He soaked up the sight of Jordan’s post orgasm bliss posture; in his mind, there was little that was sexier than the sight of a woman who knew her pleasure and gave into it.

He gave her another moment and then slowly withdrew his fingers from her cum-soaked pussy. Standing up and stretching, he gave Jordan another moment to collect herself before he made his next move. Standing next to the still naked and incredibly sexy blonde girl, he cleared his throat quietly. When Jordan turned her face up to him, he didn’t say a word. Instead, he raised his pussy juice soaked fingers to the level of her mouth and said nothing. He waited for her to understand; her face blushing at the act, she grasped his hand and began to pull it to her mouth when a single word from him stopped her.

“No.”

Jason gently reached down and cupped the back of her head and drew her to his hand rather than the other way around. With barely any hesitation, she allowed him to guide her head to his fingers and took them into her mouth, licking them clean of her juices.

“Very good, young lady. You are a very good girl, I had no doubt.” He smiled as he said this, savoring the feel of Jordan’s tongue cleaning her own juices off his fingers. He allowed her to continue another moment and then removed them, softly gripping her jaw and bringing her eyes to his.

“You made the right choice, Jordan, and now you belong to me. Do you understand?” He said softly.

The still naked blonde nodded, still riding her post-orgasm high. Jason’s conditioning, combined with her orgasm during selection, had molded her well. “It means I belong to you,” She said softly.

“That’s right. You belong to me, Jordan Ballestrino. You are mine, your body is mine, you are mine.” Jason smiled to take some of the sting out of his words but his eyes were serious as he held the other woman’s. She nodded again. He knew she would come to understand but in the meantime…

“That was amazing, young lady, and I thank you for sharing it with me but I think it’s best that you put your clothes back on and get to work before anyone gets to wondering where you are. And don’t forget, you belong to me.”