19 comments/ 69257 views/ 58 favorites Jessica's Calling By: KS0311 Jess breathed to the rhythm of her heavy steps. She was exhausted, sore and hot but she had to go for another kilometer. She was training for a mini-marathon; a personal goal she had set herself months ago, and it was only a few weeks away. She had worked up from barely being able to run five kilometers, to being able to run fifteen a few times a week. She had worked hard and she was proud of herself. But she wasn't there yet. Finally she reached the front door of her studio apartment and with heavy, wobbly legs she collapsed onto her couch and caught her breath. She drank some water and stretched and after a few minutes she started to feel like herself again. It was six thirty: she still had time before she had to head out again. Jess walked across the small apartment and entered the bathroom. She turned on the shower and while she waited for it to heat up she washed her face. She caught a glimpse of herself in the thin, floor to ceiling mirror in the bathroom. She was twenty-five and fair skinned. She had long, straight blonde hair that was up in a ponytail and a cute, narrow nose and smooth jaw line. She let out her hair and it cascaded down her shoulders. She wore tight, spandex jogging pants and a tight-fitting tank top that exposed her midriff. The whole ensemble accentuated her form. She was about 5'4'', thin with curves in the right places. She had perfectly shaped, C-cup breasts and an arse just plump enough that it caught the eye of anyone lucky enough to walk behind her. Her back curved inward in an arch when she stood up straight. The spandex stuck to her sweaty skin, and she peeled it off and jumped in the shower. Even though she was warm from the run, she loved the feel of the hot water hitting her face and back and trickling down her abdomen and thighs. It rejuvenated her and before long the ache in her muscles was gone. After her quick shower she got dressed - an easy pair of jeans and an orange tank top - and jumped in the car. She arrived at a local bar to meet her friends for the weekly trivia night. The group always blitzed the event, due in no small part to Jess' contributions. She was running a touch late, and most of the group was already there when she sat down at the table. 'Hi how's it going?' said Mark with a familiar smile. 'Hey Mark, hey Rachel' Jess replied. Jess had known Mark for years and was one of her best friends, and Rachel was his long time girlfriend. She said hello to the others and got herself a cider. The night rolled on and by the end of the trivia Jess' team was equal first with another team. That meant a tiebreaker. A debate had started within the team about the answer to the tiebreaker question. 'I'm 100% certain, Rachel.' 'I don't think so, Jess.' 'Grapes are the most grown fruit in the world. Name a country that doesn't make some kind of wine.' Rachel wouldn't accept it and it frustrated Jess. In the end it didn't matter what Rachel thought, though. Jess was always a natural leader and she was easily able to talk the rest of the group around to her way of thinking. 'Come on, Rachel' Mark interjected 'I think Jess might be right.' Rachel relented and sat back in her chair sheepishly. Most confrontations between Jess and anyone else resulted the same way. In the end Jess was right and the team won trivia for the eighth week running. Afterwards, Jess said goodbye to the group and headed home. It was midnight and Jess was wiped. She had work first thing the next day. She brushed her teeth and put on her boxer shorts and loose fitting t-shirt and went to bed. She was out like a light the moment her head hit the pillow. * * * Jess headed to work the next morning. She was in advertising, and she was fairly new to the game. She worked for a small firm, just recently hired full time after acing her internship with the firm. She enjoyed the work, although she didn't consider it her calling. Actually, she still didn't know what exactly she wanted to do with her life, but she enjoyed where she was for the time being. Already she commanded the respect of all of the younger staff, even though she hadn't been there as long as most of them. And with her confidence and initiative she commanded the attention of the partners. The name partner, a kind, elderly man named Niko had taken her under his wing, and frequently stated that she was one of the most talented in the business he had ever seen. Jess wasn't particularly interested in Niko's tutelage, though. She knew she was good at her job and that was the only approval she craved. She knew she could go as far as she wanted in the job without help. But she took the advantage, nonetheless. The only thing she didn't like about her job was one of the junior partners. His name was Michael and he was a small thorn in Jess' side. He frequently gave her work that had already reached deadline and then blamed her when it wasn't done on time. He arrived late, left early, made inefficient management decisions and he hadn't landed a significant account since she started at the firm. She fought back and scolded him at least once a week; an act that might have got her fired if it weren't for the support she got from Niko. Presently, an idea she had for a marketing campaign resulted in the firm acquiring one of its biggest clients; a billion dollar, multi-national corporation. It was a huge deal. As a result, Jess was put in charge of the project, and given a raise and an office. She was the youngest person in the history of the firm to make it to her level, and she was proud of herself. The day was coming to a close, and Jess was looking forward to a relaxed night. To her annoyance, though, she was called in to Michael's office shortly before quitting time. She knocked on his open door and stepped halfway in. 'You wanted to see me?' 'Ah, Jessica, come in, close the door' he smiled maliciously. Michael was in his late thirties. He had olive skin and grey streaks through his dark hair. He was tall, and had a heavy build. More solid, than overweight, but not muscular either. He had a long, rigid nose and subtle wrinkles around his eyes and forehead. 'Take a seat, Jessica.' Jess wasn't especially fond of her full name, and almost no one called her by it. It hit her ear wrong. Michael clicked the mouse of the computer on his desk a few times and the surround speakers in the office started playing some soft, new age music. It reminded Jess of the sort of music that gets played at day spas. 'What is it, Michael?' Jess didn't have the patience for him at that moment. Today was her day and damned if this oaf was going to ruin it for her. 'I want to talk about you, Jessica.' 'What about me?' 'You've settled in here well. You're doing a great job' he said with an oddly warm tone. 'Thanks' 'You've pleased the partners very much.' 'I'm glad' Jess replied. And she truly was glad; it was nice to know her work was appreciated. Jess relaxed in her chair a little. The soothing music was nice. 'It's good to hear you're glad. It's good to know you understand the importance of pleasing the partners.' 'I do understand it' Jess responded. Jess blinked and shook her head. She was startled by Michael's oddly phrased statement. Nonetheless, she thought, the response she gave was true - pleasing the bosses was the only way she would move up. Jess' attention was caught by the music. It seemed to get louder and she lost her train of thought as she listened to the peaceful sounds. It was nice. 'What do you understand, Jessica?' 'I understand the importance of pleasing the partners.' Jess' focus on the music was broken and suddenly she was done. She shook her head more vigorously this time. 'Of course I understand, that's what I'm paid for. Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?' Michael leaned back in his chair and grinned. 'I just wanted to congratulate you on landing the account today, excellent work' Jess stood up and opened the door. 'Well thanks' she said dryly. As she walked back to her office she ran into Niko. 'Ah, Jess are you still here? Go home! You've earned it! And well done again.' Jess smiled broadly. She was happy to know Niko was pleased with her. Jess went home and indulged in a much-needed quiet night in. She called her parents about her promotion and watched some bad TV and turned in early. As her head hit the pillow she immediately felt relaxed and dazed and as her eyes closed for the final time her mind turned to her promotion and how good it was that she had pleased the partners. * * * Once again, Jess went into work the following morning. 'Good morning Niko!' She said as she handed him a coffee. It wasn't her job to get her boss coffee, but she was in a good mood and she was already getting one for herself. As she walked down the corridor to her office she past by Michael's. His door was open and she looked at him as she walked by. 'Good morning' he said. She kept walking without saying a word. Jess had a lot of work to do. She had a new, big account and she had to get started. She worked quickly and confidently. Some of the younger staff buzzed in and out of her office as she bossed them around with the gusto of someone with years of experience. They all fell into line under her and worked like a well oiled machine. At the end of the day Jess sat in her chair, stretched and let out a yawn. It was after business hours and she was more than ready to leave. It was Friday and she was looking forward to a weekend spent with friends in relaxation. As she walked down the corridor Michael called out to her. 'Jessica, could you come in for a moment?' Jess paused. She resisted the urge to let out an audible sigh. 'What do you want?' 'Please, come in and take a seat.' Jess sat down. Once again Michael turned on the new-age music. 'Have you worked hard today Jessica?' 'Of course, Michael.' 'Why don't you tell me about some of your ideas?' Jess hesitated. Michael wasn't on her account; he had no need to know her plans. Besides, she wanted to run them past Niko first. 'You want to please Niko don't you?' Michael suggested. 'Well yes. It's important to please the partners.' 'Exactly. So why don't you tell me your ideas and I'll tell you if they're good. That way you won't disappoint Niko.' That made sense. Jess knew she was extraordinarily talented. But she was inexperienced. And besides, Michael had known Niko for longer - he would know what Niko would like. Jess explained her whole advertising plan in detail. Concept, implementation, projections, demographics, everything. As she explained it she began to zone out. The soothing music caught her attention and most of her conscious thought was lost in the subtle notes. She just recited her plan, almost subconsciously. By the time she snapped out of it she realised she was done with the explanation and Michael was already in the middle of saying something and she was just nodding along vacantly, like people do when they're half listening to a boring story. 'Yes, of course. Always' she said. She had no idea what she had agreed to, but obviously she had bluffed her way through the conversation well enough because Michael seemed pleased. And that was important. 'So why don't you just forget about that plan?' Michael suggested with a warm smile. 'Yes of course. Thank you.' Jess couldn't figure out why Michael was helping her. He had never done anything but encumber her in the past. Perhaps he was worried she would be his boss one-day and he was trying to suck up. It wasn't going to work. Jess knew his true colours and she wasn't about to forget. Still, she would take the advantage of his help. 'So what are your plans for the weekend Jessica?' 'Oh, not much. I'll go for a run, maybe catch up with some friends.' 'Have you tried running near Waterstone Park? It's got a lovely track. You should try it.' 'Of course. I will. Bye.' Jess left the office and walked to the parking lot. She thought about her days' work during the drive home. She realised that for all her hard work and effort she had accomplished very little today. She had come up with some half-baked plan for the new account, but it wasn't very good. She realised it wasn't even a full plan, just some disjointed thoughts and ideas. She still had a lot of work ahead of her. As she nodded off to sleep that night, she mouthed the words 'It's important to please the partners.' * * * The next morning Jess got up and put on her spandex running clothes. She didn't run across the street towards the small park like she normally would though. Instead, she decided she wanted a change of pace. She got in her car and drove to Waterstone Park nearby. It had a lovely track. Jess started with a brisk walk that quickly progressed into a light trot and then a jog. Before long she had worked up a sweat and was breathing in time to her heavy footsteps. Gasp. Thud. Gasp. Thud. Gasp. Thud. After about fifteen minutes she heard a voice. 'Jessica!' Jess shuddered. She recognised the voice. She turned to see Michael sitting on a bench next to the running track. He was the last person she wanted to see on her day off. 'Imagine seeing you here!' he said. She knew he had done it on purpose. Probably just to irritate her. He had suggested that she run at Waterstone Park so that he could wait for her and wreck her morning. The only thing she couldn't figure out was why she listened to him in the first place. 'Yes. Imagine it' she said with a flat, irritated tone. 'Actually it's good you're here. I was working on an account at my house - it's just down the street - I need some help with it.' 'It's the weekend' she said, jogging on the spot. 'Yes it is' he said with a callous smirk. 'I'm busy' Jess was about to turn to jog away. 'Yes, I should have known. How displeasing.' Jess stopped and this time failed to restrain her audible sigh. 'How long will it take Michael?' 'Oh not long, less than two minutes.' Jess rolled her eyes. It would be easier just to do it than to hear about it for the next week. Plus it never hurt to please a partner. 'Fine.' A few minutes later Jess was on the couch in Michael's house. He came in the room with a bottle of water. 'Here you go' he said as he handed it to her. He walked over to his media system and put on some music. That new-age music again. What's with this guy and that music? She thought. 'So what do you need help with?' she asked. 'Oh we'll get to that in a minute' he said. 'I really don't have time for this. I have important things to do.' 'What's more important than pleasing a partner Jessica?' 'Nothing.' Jess almost recoiled at the realisation of what she had said. She desperately wanted to get out of the house. She stood up. 'I've got to go!' Jess started for the door. It was locked. 'What's going on here?' she exclaimed in anger. 'Oh sorry, it locks automatically when it closes. I left the key in the kitchen. Let me go get it' Michael said wryly. 'Make it quick!' Jess barked. Michael scurried off to the kitchen. The music was playing throughout the house. Such nice music. She could listen to it for hours. Jess felt her anger wash away as she let herself get lost in the music. 'You look tired, Jessica. Why don't you sit down.' 'Yes I am tired.' Jessica wandered over to the couch and sat down next Michael. It felt good to relax for a moment. 'You said you have something important to do, didn't you Jessica?' 'It's important to please the partners' she recited. 'I am a partner, Jessica.' Jess nodded with a dull smile. 'It's important to please you, Michael.' 'Good, Jessica...' Jess was completely entranced by the music now. She didn't need to listen to what Michael was saying. She could keep listening to the music, as long she just agreed with whatever Michael said. 'Yes. Yes. I will. Always. Yes.' As the music enthralled her she just kept giving responses without question. She didn't need to question. 'Good girl, Jessica.' Jess lifted her head. She felt like she had dozed off but she was completely aware of her surroundings the entire time. She had been wide-awake, and consciously listening to the music. She knew she was on the couch, and half-listening to Michael, but she had no idea how much time had passed or what they had talked about. 'Thank you, Jessica. You can go now.' Michael patted Jess on the bum softly and Jess smiled. 'I'm so happy I could help.' As she left the house she realised she didn't even know if she had helped. But Michael seemed pleased and that was all that mattered. It was late afternoon and she still hadn't finished her run. Jess stepped lively and broke into a jog again. As her breathing became rhythmic she started mouthing words with each breath. Please. Michael. Please Michael. Please Michael. That night her head hit the pillow but she couldn't sleep. She was agitated, restless. Her mind turned to Michael. She was so happy she was able to help him that morning. She thought about his face. His dark skin, his shoulders, his body. Her hand moved almost involuntarily between her legs. Her boxer shorts were moist. She began to rub her clit. Immediately tingles ran from between her legs and up her abdomen into her head. She pulled the elastic of her boxers down and she stuck a finger inside her warm pussy. She began to whisper the words: 'Please Michael. Please Michael. Please Michael.' In moments Jess' pussy erupted and a surge of stimulation and pleasure burst through her. Then as quickly as it began her limbs fell by her side, limp. For a reason she could never identify, she brought her hand to her mouth and sucked her finger. She had never tasted herself before, and she wasn't especially fond of the taste. But she liked doing it. She imagined that Michael somehow knew she was doing it and that it pleased him. And that was all that mattered. Seconds later Jess was fast asleep. * * * The following Monday Jess went into work as usual. As she arrived Niko called her into his office. Michael was already there and she blushed when she saw him, remembering her fantasy the other night. 'Ah Jess. How goes the project?' Niko asked Jess brushed her hair with her hand as an excuse to hide her face. 'I've still got a lot of work to do.' 'Well I've been talking with Michael here and he's got a lot of interesting ideas. Why don't you let him give you a hand?' Jess was taken aback a little. She had been so excited at the prospect of running such a big account herself. But at the same time it was probably for the best. Jess had no real idea of what she was doing, and she needed the help. Michael stood up 'why don't you come to my office, Jessica, and I'll run you through my thoughts?' A minute later Jess and Michael were in his office. Jess was standing in front of Michael's desk, where Michael sat. That wonderful music was playing. 'It's so nice' she said dreamily. Throughout their talk Jess was listening to the music. She was fully aware of what she was being told this time, but the music calmed her, took away her instinct to fight or resist. She was able to open up and accept ideas now. It was nice. 'Jessica I want to talk to you about your work.' Jess stood with a dazed look on her face. 'You're not ready to lead a project like this are you, Jessica?' 'I'm not ready to lead a project like this' she repeated. 'Give me the account.' 'Of course, Michael' She said with a satisfied smile. 'It's much easier to obey, isn't it?' Jess' mind cleared a little. She was a natural leader. She may not be ready to lead a project of this size, but she was no follower. Jessica's Calling 'No, I like to lead' she said as her eyes focused a little. 'You want to please me, don't you Jessica?' 'Of course Michael but I'm not going to—' 'Obedience is to please me.' The dots connected in Jess' mind. It made sense. Myke wanted her to obey. But she knew who she was and being a leader was an important part of that. No matter how much obeying pleased Michael. Her eyes widened as she realised the error in her reasoning. 'Please Michael.' 'What is the most important thing in the world, Jessica?' Jess had already arrived at his conclusion. Pleasing Michael was more important than who she was. 'Pleasing you is the most important thing.' 'Obedience is to please me' he said gently. 'Obedience is the most important thing in the world' Jessica let out a sigh of relief as the epiphany came to her. 'Good girl.' Michael leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the desk. 'Jessica, take off your suit' For a split second Jess' mind raced with competing emotions. Take off my clothes? Something in her whispered. What is wrong with this creep? Another part told the first part to be quiet - it doesn't matter. Obedience is all that matters. Another part still was preoccupied with the tingling sensation building between her legs. Jess slid off her jacket and kicked off her shoes. She unbuttoned her blouse and it dropped to the floor behind her to reveal a pink bra that barely contained her plump, ripe breasts. Her hands moved immediately to her waist as she pulled her pants down and they dropped around her ankles. She was wearing pale purple panties - small yet conservative and not too revealing. Michael took in her form. She had just enough meat on her legs and hips, but she was thin. She stood in front of him with a blank, dazed expression. Her legs were together and her arms dangled by her side. Michael stood up and walked slowly around his desk until he stood in front of her. He cupped her breast with his hand and ran it down her back, along her hip and over her arse, finally letting it rest between her legs. She was wet, and she shuddered when he tightened his grip slightly. He put his hand down her panties and found her neatly trimmed mound. He delved a finger inside her and Jess closed her eyes and let out a whimper. 'Obey Michael. Obey' She whispered. Michael moved his hand upward and placed his finger on her lips. She opened her mouth and let his finger in. She sucked her juices from his finger and smiled as she did so. Michael placed his other hand on her shoulder and pushed down lightly. 'Get on your knees, Jessica.' 'Yes Michael, of course' she breathed. Jess knelt down. She still had that happy, empty expression on her face. She was listening to every command Michael gave her, but she was focused on the music. She just had to focus on the music and open up and accept. It was so nice. Michael pulled out his penis and placed the tip of it on Jess' lips. Jess softly kissed the tip and licked underneath it. She quickly began licking under the length of his shaft before she opened her mouth and accepted Michael's cock. Michael looked down on Jess as she took the impressive length of Michael's cock deep into her throat and back out. She closed her lips around the tip as she reached it and then took the entire length back in. Michael felt the pressure building up inside him. He grabbed the back of Jess' head and held it against his stomach. With a groan he let his spunk spill into her mouth and he held her there for a moment as she blissfully drifted with the music. It was so nice. After a moment he pulled away, walked back to his chair and sat down. Jess was still kneeling in her underwear, her mouth filled with Michael's sperm. She grinned lazily with a closed mouth. Michael left her there for a long moment. Jess watched as he took pictures of her. 'Okay, dear Jessica, get up. Put your clothes on. Jess rose to her feet, picked up her clothes and got dressed. She stood in front of the desk, still blank. Michael hit a button on his computer and the music turned off. Jess blinked as she came to. The first thing she did was swallow his load. She did it in no small part from shock. She knew exactly what she had been doing since she walked into Michael's office, but she couldn't believe it. She blushed bright red and hid her face behind her hand. She was ashamed. 'Thank you Jessica. That will be all.' 'Of course' she said in a frenzy 'thank you Michael.' Jess hurried back to her office and closed the door. She collapsed onto her chair and put her head in her hands. What have I done? She thought. She knew that all she did was obey and that that was the most important thing, but she was still horrified by what Michael told her to do. She almost began to cry until anger took over. How could he use me like that? What gives him the right? Jess immediately corrected her train of thought. She knew he had every right to use her as he wished. She knew she was in the wrong for presuming to have any say in what she thought or did. Still, she was angry and confused. Jess went home that and tossed and turned in her bed. She couldn't sleep after what she had done to please Michael. 'Please Michael. Obey Michael.' Jess felt that familiar tingle between her legs again. She rubbed herself. It felt so nice to rub herself for him. She inserted a finger into her pussy and came majestically. She tasted herself and fell asleep with a smile. * * * Jess woke up the next day still feeling angry and humiliated. She decided to call in sick. Niko was understanding; thankfully Michael was handling the big account now so she wouldn't be missed. Jess laid in bed for most of the day. She was trying to figure out the mess that was her feelings. She hated what she had done, and yet she wanted nothing more than to follow and to obey. In fact, when she realised that what she did had pleased Michael it made her smile. It was so important. As long as she was still doing that one all-important thing, she wasn't completely lost. She remembered that only a few days ago she considered herself a strong and independent leader. She wondered what made her think that was a good way to be. As she thought about it she mustered a vague understanding that Michael had convinced her that obedience was more important than her silly pride. She remembered the conversation she had with him yesterday: he helped her realise that her sense of self was not important. Only obedience was important. At that moment she faintly realised that she had been brainwashed. It didn't matter though, it didn't change the fact that obedience is all that matters. She decided she had to come to terms with what she had done. It was part of a much more important purpose. Later that evening Jess came back from a run. She could hear the phone ringing as she came in. She rushed over to it and picked it up. 'Hello, Jess speaking.' 'Hello my dear Jessica.' It was Michael. Jess smiled. She liked it when he called her by her full name. 'Hi Michael, what can I do for you?' Fifteen minutes later Jess was sitting on the couch in Michael's house again. 'I'm glad you could make it, Jessica' Michael said as he sat beside her. 'Of course, anything' she relied. 'You really mean that, don't you?' Michael inquired with genuine curiosity. 'Yes. Obedience is so important' she stated matter-of-factly. 'You have no need to think for yourself, do you Jessica?' Jess shook her head with small, quick movements and smiled with a closed mouth. 'Mm mm.' 'How would you like me take free will from you completely?' 'You can do that?' Jess said, excited. Michael let out a small laugh 'Yes I can. I can brainwash you completely. You will be perfect. You will do my work for me at the office; you will work much longer hours and give me all the credit and money you work for. You will live here with me and serve me and allow me to use you I deem fit. You will be able to please me and obey for the rest of your life.' Jess was elated. She finally knew what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. She knew what her calling was. 'Would you like that, Jessica?' Jessica nodded with small, quick movements 'Mm hmm!' 'Well you have to earn it.' 'Of course, Michael. Anything.' 'Good girl' he smiled his warm, loving smile 'Stand up. Dance for me. Take your clothes off.' Jess stood up and began to dance slowly. Her body was tightly packaged in her spandex tank top and pants. She slid her pumps off with her heels. She moved her hands over her breasts and hips and then moved them up to her face as she turned around. Her arse was perfect and round and full, without being too big. She swayed from side to side as her hands crept down her waist towards the elastic of her pants. She pulled down as she wriggled her hips and squirmed out of her pants to reveal her tiny red panties. They covered her buttocks, barely. She slowly turned back around and a peeled off her top to reveal her sports bra, which lifted her breasts and made them heave as she breathed. Her hair was still in a ponytail, and she flicked her hair as she let it out. Next she removed her bra, and then spun around again and bent over as she pulled her panties down to her knees. She stood bent over for a long time, looking back at Michael with a smirk. Michael got his phone out and snapped some photos of her. Eventually she stood and turned around again, standing naked before Michael. Her skin was milky and her shape was utterly perfect. Her legs were together, and her panties were still suspended around her knees. Michael unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly as he lay back along the couch. Jess knew what he wanted. Knew she wanted nothing more than to give it to him. She was completely possessed of conscious thought; there was no soothing music clouding her this time. She knew she was being taken advantage of. She knew that she was once a strong-willed, independent, ambitious leader and that Michael had come along and brainwashed her and taken away her career, her pride, her future, her body and her freedom. She knew Michael hadn't done it for her, but for his own selfish and perverted ends. She even knew that the only reason she was happy to lose it all was because Michael had made her that way. But it didn't matter; he had given her something so much more important. He had given her a lifetime of servitude. Jess thought about how she had been cheated and scammed and been made someone else's sucker and had everything stolen from her, and she wouldn't have it any other way. And soon, Michael would brainwash her one last time and she wouldn't be able to think about any of this at all. Jess approached Michael and placed her legs on either side of his pelvis. She sat up straight and arched her back as she sank his rock hard cock into herself. Michael watched as the gorgeous little doll bounced up and down on him, watched her breasts bounce rhythmically, and took another photo. As she panted she began to chant to the rhythm: 'Obey. Obey. Obey. Obey...' 'Get up, Jessica. Get on the floor, on all fours.' 'Of course. I will do anything for you' she smiled. She got on her knees and elbows and faced away from Michael, looking back towards him. Michael got down on his knees behind her and rubbed her mound with hand. Jess moaned. Michael withdrew and raised his hand way above her. He brought his hand down hard on he buttock and Jess let out a whelp. He did it again and again. Her arse began to turn pink and then bright red. It hurt her, and she derived no pleasure from it. But she derived pleasure from the knowledge that she was pleasing Michel, and that was more important. Jess stayed where she was told, unable to do anything other than whelp and whimper pathetically as tears welled up in her eyes. And she was elated. He grabbed his cock in his fingers and guided it into Jess. Jess moaned again as he moved his length into her and out again. He got faster as he went and soon enough he resumed smacking her as he did. Her right buttock was red raw and her pussy was sore and bruised, but it felt wonderful inside her. Suddenly Michael stopped and pulled out. Jess hesitated for a moment. She hoped he wasn't finished. As much as she was sore, she wanted to please him more. 'Spread your cheeks, Jessica.' Jess gulped. She knew what was coming. She had never done it before; indeed in her old life the thought had disgusted her. But that didn't matter. She reached back with utter contentment and placed a hand on each buttock and spread, revealing her supple arsehole. Michael rubbed it with his thumb. Then he licked it and lapped it up hungrily. It felt nice, Jess thought. Michael then knelt up once again and guided his cock to her rim. He left it there for a moment, made circles around her. Then without warning, he plunged into her, just the tip at first. Then half the shaft. She was so tight around Michael that he had to push forcefully. Soon enough his large cock was all the way in and he began to pound faster and faster. Jess was in excruciating pain. She cried and tears streamed down her face and she smiled gleefully, almost laughing. She had never imagined such a perfect moment. As Michael pounded faster and faster he started to feel the pressure welling up in himself. He pulled out, shaking with anticipation. 'On your knees.' Jess did as she was told. She knelt up and turned around to see Michael's perfect cock before her eyes. She didn't hesitate. She took the length of it into her mouth immediately. She could taste herself all over him. She could taste her pussy and her arse, and knowing it pleased him made it taste wonderful. She fingered herself as he sucked and within seconds she spasmed violently as she came harder than she had ever came before. Seconds later Michael pulled out and showered Jess in jizz. It was an enormous load. It blanketed her face entirely, coated the hair around her face, got in her eyes and cascaded off her chin onto her thighs. It was the happiest moment of Jess' life and she smiled a big, broad smile. Michael took one last photo of her beautiful face. Michael collapsed back onto the couch, out of breath. Jess splayed out onto the floor. After a few minutes Michael dressed and composed himself. He threw Jess a towel and she cleaned herself up quickly. 'Sit down on the couch Jessica.' Jess was still a mess. She had cum on her thighs and belly, and in her hair. The stinging in her eyes was just starting to wear off. She sat on the couch as she was told. Michael turned the music on and sat beside her. 'Are you ready, my dear Jessica?' Jessica grinned with delight 'Of course!' The music washed over her. She closed her eyes and her head began to sway slightly. It was so nice. 'What is the most important thing in the world, Jessica?' 'To obey your every command.' 'Good girl. Let the music take your thoughts. You don't need to think.' The music seemed louder, more engrossing. Jess found that everything presented to her was utterly undeniable - a law of nature. 'You are a slave, Jessica. I am your master' 'I am a slave, master' There was no refuting it. Jess was a slave. Michael was her master. It was the natural order of things. 'You have no free will. You will obey without question.' 'I will obey without question, master.' Jess knew she had no more power to resist her master's commands than she had to resist the pull of gravity. Her actions were not something she could ever control. 'You belong to me, Jessica.' 'I belong to you, master.' Jess understood now. She didn't even exist, really. She was merely an extension of her master's will. 'You have no need to think, Jessica.' 'I have no need to think, master.' Jessica sat on the couch perfectly still and naked with her legs crossed. She was utterly blank. Not a single notion ran through her mind except those that she was told. Jessica was a perfect, thoughtless slave. 'Now Jessica, when I turn off the music you will snap out of your trance and act like you did before this final brainwashing. When I call you a good girl, you will drop the façade and go back to your true, mindless state until I say good girl again.' 'Yes master' Michael turned off the music and Jessica blinked as she came to her senses. She remembered the entire session. She knew full well how utterly true everything Michael told her was. 'Thank you master!' Jessica said, giving Michael a hug. 'No problem, Jessica. Now, I could use a drink.' 'Of course, sorry master' Jessica trotted off to the kitchen to fetch her master a drink. 'Oh, and post those photos of yourself on the Internet, Jessica.' 'Yes master, thank you' she smiled. * * * A few days later it was time for trivia again. Jessica had been allowed to go; she had worked hard on Michael's project at the office and served him well at home the last few days. She would rather have stayed and pleased her master, but she was still happy to see her friends. Jessica barely spoke, she shouted out when nobody else knew the answer, but on the whole she did as she was told. After trivia she invited Rachel back to her apartment for a drink and a bit of girl talk. 'So where were you Saturday? We missed you.' Rachel said. Jessica got up and walked across the room. 'Oh, I was brainwashed and turned into a sex slave.' 'What? What are you talking about?' Rachel exclaimed. 'I'm not kidding. Take a look.' Jessica tossed Rachel her phone with the photos showing. There were dozens of photos of Jessica doing humiliating things, with a delighted, blank expression on her face. Rachel was speechless. 'Don't worry you'll love it.' Jessica turned the new-age music on. It washed over Rachel immediately. Jessica smiled 'Don't you want to be as happy as me?' THE END.