Chapter 1

Day 1

After my former dom and I parted ways, I went to search online for a new one… I had needs, and no one in my surroundings was meeting them. I had nothing against vanilla sex and vanilla relationships for other people, it just wasn’t for me.

I found Him on a fetish website. We talked and got to know each other as we were also learning how quickly he could hypnotize me with his voice or during chats. I had never seen His face, but His cock pleased me, His personality pleased me. And it seemed to be going both ways. He could make me wait for days for an orgasm that needed to be at his time and place and under his strict supervision and guidance. He was exactly what I needed with a level of care I had not found in my previous dom.

Everyone at work had noticed I was much more approachable than I used to be. I was smiling, thanking employees for their good work while I used to be a compliment-a-month type of boss. I was developing the idea M-s relationship with the right dose of everything online, and I had just won a huge case for my firm and for me personally. Things could not have been better. I was looking forward to see where this new Master was going to take me… I was controlling everything, all was running smoothly.

Today, I arrived at work as elated as I was frustrated. Master and I had an hypnotic session last night, and he had me very very deeply in trance, repeating my mantra, and then I am not sure what else… but then he had woken me up, and I had felt so wet and aroused without the post-orgasm feeling. He had said I wasn’t properly trained yet and needed to wait still for a few days to be allowed to come. He told me he would tell me when, that he was in charge and knew what was best for me. And I knew He was right so I went to bed aroused listening to his soothing voice.

And so now I was at work with that pleasurable pain in my cunt, feeling so needy and yet feeling so good for obeying and serving my Master by waiting for his further training. I had just come in. From the corner of my eyes, I saw this guy I had never seen before. He looked like the perfect definition of the oxymoron ‘punk geek’, if there was such a thing : in front of his computer, looking completely focussed, almost nerdy and yet here he was with tattoos. Not your stereotypical nerd, or geek… or punk. And the hair… not short, not long… what was the haircut again ? I approached my executive assistant to ask about him.

“Oh, Jonathon ? He is the new intern. He is lovely. I am sure you will like him. A bit on the quiet side but I am sure he will do very well here”, Ms Taylor said to me, whispering like it was some confidential informations she was giving me.

“Since when do we have a new intern ? An intern in what ?”, I asked, baffled.

“Well, you were so busy with the Brownfield case, no one wanted to bother you with those office details… he has been here for a week, haven’t you seen him around ?”, she asked, looking rather unimpressed with me.

“Hum… no, I must say I haven’t. I haven’t been pretty focussed on winning this case, you know ?”, I responded as if I needed to defend myself.

“Mmm…”, she said with a doubtful expression, the kind only British older ladies like her master.

“Ok ok fine I am sorry… I will go and introduce myself… which branch is he interning for anyway ?”, I asked, hoping to soothe the scolding expression I was still seeing in my assistant’s face.

“Mmm… He is doing very well under the supervision of Mr Mitchell”, she said, softening.

“Tech law ?”, I asked.

“Yes, he is indeed in the video game sector, and making an internship under Mr Mitchell in the case against Turner and Co”, she explained, and then she continued whispering, “He is actually helping Mr Mitchell understand the intricacy of video game making so that the team may be ready to defend their client accused of subliminal messages within their games. I suspect Mr Mitchell doesn’t understand one word when that poor Jonathon is trying so hard to explain what sees so easy to him. But he is doing very well, very well indeed. And he is so nice !”, she said and as she was talking, she reminded me of an old granny completely smitten with one of her grandsons. 

“Ok well I should definitely meet this… intern then, since he seems close to God in your book !”, I added.

I smiled at her and waved while making my way to the new intern’s desk. I walked towards him and I could see he was looking straight at me. I am used to have people nervous around me so it was unusual to say the least that he would look at me straight in the eyes as I was approaching. Well that new intern isn’t the nervous kind now is he, I thought. I arrived at the desk, ready to introduce myself with my hand extended.

“Good morning, Jonathon. I want to officially welcome you to our little firm. I am Erica Kirkpatrick”, I said in a confident tone.

He looked at me very deeply, stood up slowly and shook my hand firmly. Wow, the guy was tall ! He did not look it sitting down. He did not look so… massive, sitting down, all quiet in front of is computer…

“Thank you, Counsellor”, he said in a very confident tone.

“Call me Erica. Everyone does when we are at the office. Counsellor is for court or when clients are around. We are a pretty friendly bunch although people might tell you I am a bitch during weeks when I am on a big case. Don’t let that scare you. I heard you work for Mitchell ?”, I said, trying to be friendly.

“I am, Erica”, he said in a deep voice, a very pleasant voice.

“Well… good then, I won’t hold you longer… feel free to ask me anything, my door is always open… although no, that’s a figure of speech, my door is always closed, but I am always there if you need something or if Mitchell doesn’t treat you right. I am his boss so… it doesn’t go higher than me. Ok bye for now !”, I said, surprised that I was babbling, but I was surprised at his level of confidence I wasn’t seeing often in interns and new employees.

And before making a fool out of myself, I walked purposely to my office and shut the door behind me. I had lots of work in front of me, and not much time left. 

Day 5

I slammed the door to my office when I arrived. I didn’t mean to, but I felt so sexually frustrated it was starting to show. Master had hypnotized me again last night, and yet he had still said I needed further deepening before being allowed to come. And so he had given me another file to listen to, and he had said to loop it during the night, which I had done. All I remembered was that it was a looping induction trance, very soothing and kept me under all night long until my alarm went off. I had woken up so horny and soaking wet but I knew masturbating without Master’s approval or permission was out of the question. So I was left with intense arousal… so intense, in fact, it seemed like the only think I could think about was sex. All day… like I was becoming a mindless sex addict. I had to shake it off.

Hence slamming the door. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to focus on what I needed to do. I needed to focus, needed to focus… but I was so aroused… I needed to do something… I was so wet. I needed to take my panties off and show them to Master. So I did. As I was wearing a skirt that morning, I took them off easily, snapped a picture and sent it to Master. I was about to put them back on when a knock at the door startled me.

“I’m busy !”, I yelled, wanting the intruder to go away so I could put my panties back on.

The door opened anyway, which I was flabbergasted about. I couldn’t believe the nerve of whoever was coming in unwelcomed. 

“What the…”, I started.

“Excuse me Erica…”, the new intern pocked his head in the door, “I need to see you right away, it’s important !”, he emphasized the last part.

I was not happy in the least by the intrusion but I tried to hide it as I was trying to figure out how to sit without any underwear and being very wet.

“I don’t like people coming in when I specifically tell them not to”, I said.

“In my defence”, he said as he was coming in, closing the door and taking a seat in front of me, “you said you were busy, you didn’t say not to come in…”, he added with a smirk.

“Ok, fine, I like smart-asses. I bite… what’s so important ?”, I asked as he was staring at me again with those piercing eyes.

“Well, I have this problem, you see…”, he started.

“Ok… what problem ?”, I said while I was trying to find a position, my panties still on my knees hidden under the desk… 

“A problem… well more like a vicious circle, it keeps coming back in my head…”, he explained.

“Hum… ok… that doesn’t tell me much… what is coming back like a vicious circle ?”, I asked.

“Like… like…”, he stared straight at me in the eyes, “like… a MANTRA !”, he said as he emphasized the last word.

That word… I felt arousal hitting me, my cunt already soaking wet becoming even wetter… why did I react to that word ? And before I knew what I was doing, I started talking…

“Obey, serve, please, submit, aroused, mindless, wet”, and as I spoke, I was filled with horror as I realized what I had just said in front of the intern, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Very good, Erica, very good… such a GOOD… GIRL…”, he said and the words hit me again and made me wetter still, and more aroused still.

I wanted to protest but all I could think about was the mantra in my head, over and over… every time I wanted to talk, only the mantra would come out…

“Obey, serve, please, submit, aroused, mindless, wet”, I said while I wanted to tell him to get the hell out of my office before I was saying anything else that was stupid… i just couldn’t.

“You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question, understood Erica ?”, he said firmly.

“Yes, Master”, I answered and I couldn’t believe I had said that either, he was the intern… right ?

“If you choose to speak without my formal permission, all that you will be able to say will be your mantra, Understood ?”, he asked.

“Yes, Master”, I said whimpering, wondering what the fuck was going on.

“Good girl… now that you know who I am, we will have a bit of fun together… I will be here for the next two weeks, slave… you and I will have a lot of pleasure together…”, he said as he was looking at me, “And I have to say, I love that your office has a big window on the 15th floor of a building… it is gorgeous and so enticing…”, he said with a smirk.

I looked at him with dread. What was he going to make me do ? He always was controlling me, what more did he want ?

“By now you have probably figured that I added a few triggers over the last few days of your… training… when I say the word Mantra, for example, you are unable to talk unless spoken to, otherwise you start reciting your mantra like a good student devoted to her Master. And the lovely thing about this one is that, as you are realizing, it is working outside of hypnosis. You are so good into trance, I wanted to make sure you would be good out of it too…”, he explained, smiling.

I couldn’t believe what he was saying… and yet it was making me so horny, so aroused, so wet… mindless and wet… mindless and wet…

“I have been waiting a long while, Erica, to use you any way I wanted. I have been holding myself to get you properly ready for me… The last week was very hard for me and I expect to be thanked accordingly…”, he said looking at me.

He was an intern and we were at work, I needed to get a hold of myself and get out of that situation. He needed to get out of here before I was tempted to go further… or worse, that he would succeed in hypnotizing me… But when I tried to protest, it started again…

“Obey… serve… please… submit… aroused… mindless… wet…”, I said almost whispering by the end.

“See ? The more you try to fight it, the more you give in… and you want to give in… you want to just… obey your Master”, he added in a deep voice, the same deep soothing voice putting me to sleep in a loop every single night for the past week.

He was right, I wanted to obey… but we are at work. I need to… need to… what ? Obey ? Yes obey Master… no no, we are at work !!! I need to resist him…

“I know what you need, Erica… and I can give it to you… do you know what YOU need, Erica ?”, he asked me.

I wanted to give an answer, I had an opportunity, I wanted to say that I needed to be out of here, for him to leave, for my work to resume… and yet I couldn’t answer anything else than the truth.

“No, Master, I don’t”, and as I heard myself I realized it was true, I didn’t really know what I needed.

“Very good, my slave… very good… I know what you need. Only I know really what you want and what you need. You need to serve… I will allow you to speak now… we will see where that leads you… we will see if you will fight me, resist me…”.

I do need to serve… I don’t want to resist… wait, work, yes I do…

“Mantra out !”, he said looking straight at me.

I felt more free, like a hold upon me was lifting. And my mind was clearer… Finally, I was going to give him a piece of my mind… not at work, never at work ! But… He was Master. The intern… He was Master… I couldn’t resist Master, I needed to obey, to serve Master…

He kept staring at me as if he was daring me to fight him while I was trying to decide what to say exactly. I was debating when I saw him eyeing his own crotch. So by reflex, I looked down. Oh wow… I could see He was fully erect in his pants. I shouldn’t have been watching but I just kept staring…

“Hypno-slave”, I heard him say from far away.

I couldn’t look away. I tried. I couldn’t look away. My mouth was dry, I was soaking wet and all I wanted, all I needed, all I craved was my Master’s cock. I wanted to resist… but I hadn’t come in so long… I didn’t know what to do or what to say… he kept talking.

“I will give you a choice, Erica. You will decide… either you go to the door, you open it and you ask me to leave your office. In that case, I will not bother you again. You will never hear of me, online or in this office. I will finish my internship quietly and leave. No more texts, no more files, no more trances…”, he said.

I was craving for his cock… the thought of him leaving, the thought of him not controlling me anymore… it made me feel so exhausted and sad. 

“Second option… you go to the door and you lock it, you come back here and you obey your Master. If you lock the door, you understand that I need your permission for absolutely nothing, that I have free access to you any time I want to use you, I can hypnotize you whenever wherever I want to, and you have full freedom to say no every time you wish but it won’t make a difference…”, he explained.

I was getting so turned on at the idea that I would have absolutely no control whatsoever… but not at work, not at work, not at work… I kept on telling myself as I got up to go towards the door. I could see he wasn’t even looking at me, he was staring ahead, by the window overseeing the city, his confidence infuriating me. I got to the door… Not at work, open that door and kick him out. Send his sorry ass to his desk and forget him. There are thousands of doms looking for subs in the world… thousands… just… not like… Him. I held the knob in my hand, fully intending on turning it and sending him his way…

… But then I had to let go… I had to turn the lock instead, feeling that I was playing more than my sexual life by this simple decision, this flick of the wrist. And then slowly I came back towards him. I stood in front of him, waiting for… what, I didn’t know. Something… for something to happen.

“Very well then, you have decided…”, he said as he slowly brought his hands to the inside of my left knee and then caressed slowly upward my thigh… I wasn’t moving a muscle… “Call your assistant and tell her we have to… work together and we don’t want to be disturbed.”, he said.

“She… she may find that suspicious as you… you do not work directly under… under me.”, I said with difficulties.

“Well that will be fixed shortly…”, he said as I was gulping…” meantime, make up something for us to not be disturbed under any circumstances”.

“Yes, Master”, I answered as I turned around to pick up my direct line to my assistant… “Ah yes… Ms Taylor…”, I started as Master was slowly bringing him hand up my inner thigh all the way to my wet pussy… my throat was dry as I continue speaking…”Yes I have Jonathon here in my office… hum… it seems there is a problem with Mitchell once again… yes yes… the same kind… so he wants to file… yeah you know, the whole thing… so we should be at it for… for…”, I stammered as I felt his fingers sliding slowly inside my folds… “for about an… an… an hour, I would say… he is very… passionate about it yes…”, I added as I felt two fingers slowly penetrating me… I let out an involuntary moan… “no no everything is fine… so see that we are not disturbed. Thanks !”, I said in a hurry before hanging up, not able to hold a conversation any longer… then I looked down and added, looking at Master, “we won’t be disturbed, Master.”

He nodded but didn’t say a word. I was standing next to him sitting down and yet I felt his superiority in the way he looked at me, the way he was moving his fingers any way he wished in and out of my pussy.

“I always want you to be this ready for me, slave. I want to know your cunt is ready to be used any time I feel like it…”, and as he said that, I could feel his fingers slowly moving out as he was spreading my juice on my inner thigh all the way to my knee.

He freed his hand from my skirt and presented it to me.

“See how much you need me, slave ? See how wet you are ?”, he said as he was wiggling his fingers in front of my face and I could smell the smell of sex in the air.

“Yes, Master”, I had to answer.

“Clean my fingers now, my pet !”, he demanded.

I started to bend over to lick his fingers when he interjected :

“On your knees, slave ! Any good girl knows to always present herself on her knees !”, as he said that I kneeled slowly… “in fact, I will make sure every morning to have myself announced by your assistant, and every morning, I am to be welcomed by you on your knees, legs slightly spread, ready to be used any way I see fit. Is that understood ?”, he said as he was still holding his finger in front of my face.

“Hum…”, I hesitated and kept thinking ‘not at work, not at work’, “yes, Master…”, I gave in, thinking it would still be an option to opt out later on.

“Hesitant, are we ?”, he said as he finally approached his wet fingers from my mouth… “Open now and suck as hard as you can… you need practice…”, he said.

Hearing that while I was on my knees and his fingers in my mouth was very very humiliating and degrading… I was feeling so embarrassed and yet… so fucking turned on ! How could that be !!! But I couldn’t help it… on my knees, in my own office… on my knees in front of an intern, I was told I needed to practice and I was sucking his fingers as best I could to please him.

“That’s good… very well… look at me when you suck a part of my body…”, he ordered and I looked up at him right away… “You are craving this, aren’t you ?”, he said and as I was about to stop to answer he added, “don’t answer, keep sucking like good obedient slaves do for their Master… so… I need you to prove to me you did not lie in those stories… I can’t tell for sure until you prove yourself, now can I ?”, he said and this time I just kept sucking. “You may stop now.”

I backed away and felt the loss right away… I needed to have my holes filled by my Master… even though it was so humiliating to think I was so respected on the other side of that door and yet here… here I was… owned. I had decided this… I had willingly let him do this to me…

He stood up and suddenly he was dominating me completely as I was kneeling in front of him. 

“Take off my pants and my briefs!”, he demanded.

Right away I unbuttoned his pants his belt and slowly lowered it to the ground, aware that my position was extremely submissive and yet feeling still more and more aroused by the minute.

“Very well… and now lets see if you really can do what you pretended in your story. Hands behind your back and mouth open, I want to see how good of a fucktoy you can be for me… if you are worth keeping… open your mouth now, hypno-slave !”, he said.

The trigger made my mouth water… his cock… I needed my Master’s cock. I wanted my Master’s cock in every hole in my body. I needed to do whatever it took… I needed Master’s cock. I opened my mouth as I felt a hand grabbing me by the ponytail and guiding me slowly towards him as his cock was going deeper and deeper down my throat… as the gag reflex hit me as usual, he knew the words…

“Relaxed… you are serving my cock when you gag… swallow… keep swallowing… mmm… just like that… and suck me when I back out…”, he said as he pulled my ponytail away from him and I felt his cock slowly coming out of my mouth, so I sucked as well as I knew how, as well as I had been taught before. “And back in…”, he said as he brought me back slowly towards him but deeper this time… 

As I swallowed and swallowed, I felt his cock hitting the back of my throat and I couldn’t help but moan which seems to please him.

“Mmm oh yes, that’s good when you moan… each time I hit the back of your throat, I want to hear you moan to show how much you love it, do you hear me, hypno-slave ?”,  he ordered looking down at me.

I looked up and nodded slightly as I couldn’t say a word because his hand was holding me firmly in place with his cock in my mouth. And then he increased the pace… face fucking me slowly… and then faster… each time he would deep-throat me, I would moan… and each time he would retreat, I would suck. I felt I was serving Master’s cock… serving Master’s cock… my only thought… serving Master’s cock… swallowing… 

“You feel so obedient with my cock filling your mouth, hypno-slave…”, he moaned.

I couldn’t think about anything… sucking and moaning… swallowing… sucking… swallowing… moaning… serving Master’s cock. Had never craved a cock so much in my life… every time he was triggering me, I felt more and more of my resistance leaving me… sucking… swallowing… moaning… sucking…

“Mmm… you have been taught well, it seems… stop now, I don’t want to come in your mouth… not this time…”, he said as he was pulling on my ponytail and I felt his cock leaving my mouth. 

I felt so empty. And yet I was trying to bring myself back to reality… for god’s sakes, you are in your office, get it together, fight this !!! FIGHT IT ! I was trying to look away, I was trying to set my mind straight, nothing was working. I was telling myself to stand up, and yet kneeling in front of my Master seemed like the only logical thing to do then.

He left me kneeling as he went around my desk to sit in MY chair, my very comfortable, very expensive office chair. And I stayed kneeling there, even though I kept telling myself to stand back up and reclaim… reclaim what ?

“Very comfortable chair…”, he started to say and then, as he looked down, he added, “oh here they are, I was wondering what you had done with the panties you sent me a pic of…”.

I remained silent and kneeling as embarrassment was creeping up and I felt myself blushing. It couldn’t get worse… oh boy was I wrong about that.

”Come here, Erica”, he ordered.

I slowly stood up and all the while looking at him, I went around my desk and stood in front of him. 

“Very good. Now bring your skirt up all the way to your waist and sit down on your desk facing me !”, you ordered as you gently tapped the solid wooden desk right in front of you.

“Yes, Master”, I said, suddenly very very very shy.

I slowly brought up my pencil skirt all the way up above my hips, exposing my extremely wet pussy in front of him. And then I sat with my legs squeezed shut together.

“Tsk… that won’t do, slave… I need to see you… I need to examine your cunt, seeing it is respectably shaved and ready for my cock… back away on your desk and spread your legs wider than that so I can see”, he added.

I was so mortified. I sat back and then slowly spread my legs on each side. I saw him bending over me slightly. 

“You are very well shaved, slave, very well shaved. Spread those lips for me ? I don’t want to get all wet”, he ordered.

The tone was humiliating to me… and it made me even more aroused as I was submitting to him. So I did… I spread my lips so he could inspect me further.

Suddenly, a thought came to my mind… he was too big, way too big. I would never be able to take him. I was way too tight. It would hurt like hell… He was too big for me…

“Very good, my slave, very good. Now turn around and bend over like the obedient slave you are so I can fuck you the way I want”, he ordered.

I got back up and slowly turned around but I couldn’t help myself…

“Master… you are so thick, Master… I don’t think… I am so tight…”, I tried to say…

“You don’t need to worry… do you trust me ?”, he asked.

“Yes, Master but…”, I tried to say.

“Deep drop !”, he whispered in my ears.

I felt my fears melting… everything melting… body heavy… thoughts of Master. Obey and serve…

“Erica, are you relaxing now ?”, he asked soothingly.

“Yes… Master… thank you…”, I said slowly, mindlessly.

“Very well… bend over the desk now and expose your cunt to me…”, he said.

“Yes, Master…”, I said as I turned around, bent down on my own desk and then stuck my ass a bit higher in the air… I could feel the cold air as I had been so wet for the past I don’t know how long…

“As I am fucking you slowly with my thick cock, you may feel some pain…”, he started to say.

I felt myself tensing up, suddenly afraid…

“Relaxing… deeper… and deeper… feels so good… so good to listen…”, he soothed me.

So good to listen…

“Why are you wet, Erica ?”, he asked.

“Because I obey Master”, I answered automatically knowing it to be completely true.

“Why else are you wet, Erica ?”, he asked again.

“Mind melting… mindless for Master…”, I said.

“Deeper… deeper… so relaxed… do you want me to think for you, slave ?”, he asked.

“Yes, please, Master !”, I begged.

“Thinking is too hard… I know what is best for you. Say it !”, he ordered.

“You know what is best for me…”, I repeated.

“That’s correct, Erica. And right now, you NEED my cock… don’t you, hypno-slave ?”, he triggered.

I felt a rush of pleasure and heat making me focus entirely on how much I needed my Master’s cock in my body again.

“Yes, I do, Master…”, I pleaded.

“It will stretch you and hurt probably… but I know something about you that you don’t… wanna know what it is ?”, he asked.

“Yes, Master”, I said as I was bent on the desk.

“I know you are dying to come… I know you haven’t in a week… and that’s a very long time for such a sex craved slave like you, isn’t it ?”, he asked.

“Yeessss… Master…”, I admitted.

“Mindless… aroused… only thinks about coming hard… don’t you ?”

As he spoke, I felt his words becoming my thoughts… I would do anything to come… I needed to come so badly… 

“You don’t know how to make yourself come… you need my help… don’t you, mindless slave ?”, he said.

“Yes Master… need your help…”, I said feeling the truth of every word.

“You can only come if my cock is deep inside you, isn’t that so, hypno-slave ?”, he triggered.

I need my Master’s cock inside me to come. I cannot come without Master… I need Master’s cock…

“Yes, Master… deep inside me…”, I repeated.

“Now I want us to try a new trigger I implanted in you all week long… yes… mindless slave… I have been slowly working on you…you will be quiet now as you will sink… you will sink deeper and deeper… so relaxed… deeper…”.

I felt myself falling deeper in trance on the desk, my head resting against the hard wood. I felt my whole body relax completely to the sound of my Master’s voice.

“Deeper and deeper… and now… FREEZE !”, he ordered.

I felt the trigger somewhere at the back of my brain. Somewhere down my subconscious. I couldn’t really understand what happened, just that suddenly, every part of my body was relaxed and completely immobile. Like transfixed into this ultimate state of relaxation. I felt unable to move, unable to talk, and completely relaxed and submissive. Completely under my Master’s control.

I felt his hands on my hips as he was moving me slightly towards him. I was completely unable to move… like… under anaesthetics. I felt what he was doing but had no control over it. And it felt amazing…

“You are so very relaxed now… letting me do al the work… nothing to do but being a mindless fuck toy for me… letting me use you… without you unable to do anything about it…”, he said.

So very relaxed… mindless… so wet… fucktoy… 

I felt his hand on my hip and the tip of his cock against my wet pussy… he started pushing his thick cock inside… 

“Oh fuck you are so tight… so relaxed… deeper… let yourself go…”, he said as I felt I was drifting and drifting.

I couldn’t escape the burning sensation of his huge cock pushing inside me because I couldn’t move a muscle, couldn’t fight it at all… but it felt so good to be used to serve Master’s cock. I could hear him moan as I felt him filling me completely. I was still motionless. I let out a slight moan of pain. Next thing I knew, he opened my mouth (as I couldn’t open it on my own) and he shoved my panties inside).

“I don’t want to hear you making all kinds of noises, slave… we don’t want to attract attention now, do we ? I want to keep you just for myself just the way you are right now…”, he said as he was pulling back slowly… to then slowly penetrating me again… “you are mine. I own you. Miss all and mighty in court begging for my cock in here, ready to crawl to be fucked…”, he kept talking while he was slowly entering and exiting my pussy… 

I could feel the pain changing into pleasure as he kept on going, ever so slowly… I felt I was stretching all around him, still tight but not as much. I started moaning as he increased the tempo…

“You like that, I know you do… I told you I knew what you liked…”, he said before starting to fuck me much harder.

I would have moaned much louder had it not been for the panties in my mouth preventing me from screaming. God it felt good to be filled with Master’s cock… so good…

I could hear him moan… he started pulling my ponytail backwards towards him so my head was pulled and it made me feel even more controlled and with no will of my own. He controlled me body and mind. He did whatever he wanted.

I could hear the noises of his moans, of my moans and of the constant tapping of skin against skin… and the erotic smells of sex all around the room… intoxicating… I was feeling closer and closer to orgasm…

“You… know… you… can’t… come…”, he said between bangs, “before… me…”, he added.

Oh I knew that. I wouldn’t have thought of it. Master was first. In all things.

I felt himself leave… I felt empty again, left with the need to be filled.

“Let’s shit position… UNFREEZE !”, he triggered.

Suddenly I felt able to move my muscles again.

“Turn around, lay down on the desk and legs up in the air…”.

I stood up and did as told, laying on the desk and putting my legs in the air in front of him. He spread my legs and bent them at the knees, putting them on each side of him and grabbing them firmly. Then he placed his cock next to my pussy and filled me again, which sent liquid pleasure throughout my body… I heard myself moan in pleasure. He stayed inside without moving.

“FREEZE !”, he said again.

I felt all my muscles being indépendant of my will once more. And then he started fucking me hard… I felt myself coming and going on the desk as he was fucking me and moving me to his whims and pleasures… it was such a fucking turn on, I couldn’t think… nothing but serving Master’s cock with my wet cunt, ready for him to use.

“Next time… it’s your… ass… I am going… to stretch…, slave…”, he said while moaning of pleasure. “I am going to come soon… when I tell… when I tell you… you will stretch those cunt muscles of yours on my cock… serve my cock…”, he ordered.

I will… serving Master’s cock… nothing else… doing what Master wants… 

“UNFREEZE now…”, he said.

I felt I was regaining myself once more, coming closer and closer to orgasm without ever coming… I was moaning louder and louder now… Mindless… no more worries but Master’s cock… I felt him fucking me faster all the way deeply inside of me… felt so very good…

“I am coming… tighten…”, he ordered and I obeyed right away, tightening just like if I was to come around Master’s cock so I could serve him as best as I could. I felt him shooting his load inside me.

And as he was still inside me, he let go of my right leg and started to rub my clit really hard. The sensations were instantaneous and very strong, I was hearing myself breathe around my panties, faster and faster, and I couldn’t hold on for very long. Cannot come without his permission… waiting for Master’s permission…

“Wanna come now, slave ?”, he asked as he still was inside of me.

“Mmmffphmm…”, I said with the panties in my mouth. Mindless…

“Nod if you are ready to come for me, slave…”, he suggested.

I nodded as much as I could, looking at him in the eyes as he was still rubbing my clit… he let go of my left leg and then I felt his finger… his right hand on my clit, and then his left hand suddenly in my ass already fully lubricated by all my juice leaking everywhere… the sensations were coming from everywhere, I couldn’t hold myself, it was so much.

“Feeling all at once, slave, all at once… and yet holding on for permission…”, he said.

I was… I was going to wait… so fucking good, I couldn’t stand it. So much going on… I felt pleasure throughout my entire body… didn’t know where it came from anymore… I felt him starting to fuck my ass with one finger when he said…

“You may come now, slave…”.

It was like I had been stabbed with sudden extreme pleasure from everywhere at once. I felt spasms after spasms, the orgasm seemed to go on forever… until I came resting, exhausted, on my desk while I felt him taking his finger out of my ass, out of my pussy and taking his cock out as well. 

I was still completely under, barely aware of my surroundings, only knowing the feelings that were coursing through my body, that post-orgasmic fatigue multiplied by the trance, made so much better by the trance. I couldn’t move anything, not because of any trigger, just because I couldn’t think about moving…

“Erica…”, his voice seemed far away…”I will take you out of trance in a minute… for now, I will freshen up in your bathroom and you will remain as relaxed as you are right now… it is not necessary to move right now… just relax… I am taking care of everything…”, he said.

Master always takes care of everything. I can just relax… relax… relax… feeling so good… I heard noises but couldn’t tell what they were… mindless… mindless…

Then I felt some kind of wet towel washing over me… I felt my legs being lifted one after the other, and my pussy and thighs getting washed. Master was doing what he wanted to me… taking care of everything for me. So lucky… so mindless…

“Erica, stand up and dress for me, but forget your panties”, he ordered.

I did as told, slowly, but precisely. Then, he slowly guided me to my chair. He sat down at the chair in front of my desk, the chair he was sitting in when we started our discussion.

“Erica, how are you feeling ?”, he asked.

“Very good, Master.”, I answered.

“And why do you feel very good, Erica ?”, he asked.

“Because I served your cock, Master…”, I answered matter-of-factly.

“You did… that’s why I allowed you to come… you served very well today… but it’s time to wake up now…”, he said in a sad tone.

“Oh really ?”, I said feeling disappointed.

“I know you love it when I take control of you, don’t you ?”, he asked.

“Oh yes, Master…”, I said enthusiastically.

“I know you do. And you will remember everything when you wake up… everything… including how grateful you feel right now… understood ?”, he said.

“Yes, Master.”

“Perfect then… let’s do this… I will count from 10 to 1, and when I reach 1, you will wake up ready to start your work day, feeling more refreshed and ready to work than ever before… 10… 9… feeling the sensations in your muscles coming back… 8… 7… 6… slowly emerging to the surface… 5… your thoughts are coming back… 4… you are finding you can think for yourself again… 3… more and more awake… 2… almost there… 1… AWAKE ! Open your eyes !”.

I opened my eyes, or rather they snapped opened. I felt I had just woken up from a very long nap, and if it wasn’t for the burning sensation in between my thighs, I would swear I just dreamt what happened. But as I was staring at the intern in front of me, I knew I hadn’t. I felt better than ever, more ready to work than I could remember. And yet I was still feeling conflicted about all this. I felt very unsure…

“Look…”, I started to make sure things were clear and it was a one time thing… although such a wonderful one-time thing… but he cut me off.

“Erica, you locked that door. You know what that meant. Nothing more to say.”, and he slowly got up as he finished his sentence.

My jaw dropped. I wasn’t used to be contradicted like that, or not even listened to. I was going to give him a piece of my mind…

“So…”, he started before opening the door to leave, “I expect you on your knees tomorrow morning when your assistant will announce me, ready to serve”, he said confidently.

And then everything came rushing back. And suddenly there wasn’t another option. Intern or not, big shot lawyer or not, I was his.

“Yes, Master”, I said, lowering my eyes. 

He smiled at me and then left my office.