… the Maid (Incognito42)

"A good maid obeys her Masters every command, and takes pleasure in fulfilling his every need." That was the basic tenet John had drilled into Kimiko. He hadn't realized how deep that tenet had been implanted into her until now.

Sure, he had fantasized about it. With her shy, coy personality, he had suspected that she was rather submissive from the get-go, and the mental conditioning he had done to her had amplified that side of her. He had seriously considered if he could have her make the leap from employee to his submissive sex ****, even have her agree to change her contract to reflect that status, and a side goal of his latest experiment had been to figure out if he was reading her signals correctly. The machine was supposed to enable transfer of thoughts and possibly emotions between those linked to it.

What it wasn't supposed to be able to do was transfer the consciousness of those linked to it.

When he had mentioned that he needed a test subject, Kimiko, ever eager to please, had volunteered even before he got the chance to suggest it to her. Initially, everything had seemed fine. He had started asking her questions, mundane, everyday questions, and he had sensed her replies before she uttered them. He had just begun digging a bit deeper. Then something had gone awry.

The best way to describe it was that he had rapidly started sensing more and more of her. First her deeper thoughts. Then, he could feel her emotions. An overwhelming desire to please. A strong devotion to her Master. And...arousal. He managed a second of exhilaration before the next stage. Before he started receiving input from her senses. He could feel the weight of her small breasts on her chest. The silky fabric of her uniform agains her delicate skin. Against her hardened nipples. He could feel the emptiness between her legs. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate, trying to figure out what was happening, trying to close out the alien sensations, and saw himself from Kimikos perspective. Her senses, her emotions, her thoughts, layered on top of his own. The experience was overpowering, a sensory overload, and he could feel the entire world blackening around him. Then there was... nothing.