Broken habits

James let his vision travel like a drone across the busy platform. The subway station which he needed to wait on every day was filled with people, absolutely brimming. Sometime James would find his eyes follow one particular man or woman and let his mind wander, fill with thoughts about the stranger's life and whether or not their life was as inescapably dull as his was.

Day in and day out, it was all the same. Wake up, go to work, go home, sleep, rinse and repeat. His imagination, one which had been diminishing recently, was the only thing that gave some uniqueness to his samey and dreary days. His thoughts were mostly about escape and that theme didn't seem to resign any time soon.

James stared emptily into the halls, his eyes darting this way and that way until they happened to fall upon a woman who was marching straight towards him. She was wearing a skirted gray business suit, her legs poked out of the hem at her knees, they were silky smooth and as well shaped as they could be, as they stretched the tight suit skirt. James kept watch on this woman, not on her head; but on her wide hips, and let his mind spark up his imagination once more.

It was to the commuting workers shock that the woman opened her mouth and spoke to him as soon as she reached him, taking a keen interest it seemed. Her suit was form fitting, the pencil skirt she wore showing off her giant hips, while the blazer seemed to raise her substantial chest assets upwards. Her face was professionally made up, but not like an office worker's or even a CEO lady, but like a model. Classy, but still hinting at abundant sexuality.

"Aren't you a lonely one? I know a shortcut to where your going" The business clad woman informed, the edges of her carmine red lips pointing coyly upwards as she spoke. Her eyes tried their best to peer into his very soul, remaining steady on his form, her pupils pointing at his. She soon clarified her proposal as her expression remained sultry "A shortcut where we can... get to know each other further. Would you like me to show you?"

"That... sounds like a great idea" James answered with a shaky voice. The strange forwardness of the woman ringing alarm bells to the rational parts of his brain, but those were drowned out by his lower nature screaming at him to take the woman up on her proposal. His higher thoughts were soon convinced and he even verbalized the arguments which had turned his mind to the beautiful woman's idea "Anything to break the monotony"

Just like that, James found his body following along where the woman pointed to, this being to the edge of the platform where the trains were arriving. A subway train arrived and its doors opened. James couldn't quite make out the inside of the carriage, it appearing only akin to a dark wall. There was something which hindered his vision from seeing the interior of the vehicle.

The woman's spell over the commuter haltered for just a moment as James looked to the left and right to him, only to find that nobody else in the station reacted to the train that had just arrived. It was as if the vehicle was invisible to everyone but him and the woman who were leading him on. It all didn't matter though, as he with a pull was soon drawn inside the doors which he had been led to by the professional looking woman.

The station disappeared and became only a figment of memory in both the mind of the leader and the follower. James stayed upright and looked around his new surroundings. It wasn't what he was expecting, not what he expected at all. Instead of the interior of a train car which he was expecting, combined with a steady shaking that indicated travel, he had been brought into a square office. A luxurious office with one wall made up of grand windows which gave a view above the city skyline, the corners were home to potted plants and the middle of the room was reserved for a great mahogany desk.

James was flabbergasted by the sudden change of his surrounding, it was concerning and confusing to him and these emotions only grew as he looked down on his body. The jeans and white button-up shirt which he head been wearing, the business casual demanded by his job, was no longer there, instead replaced by a nudity which revealed a stubborn erection.

The woman who had invited him in however remained clothed, her hair was bound in a neat bun. Not a single strand on her head poked out, it was as if her hair formed a shiny surface in and of itself and not the collection of myriads of keratin threads which it actually was. She looked untouchable and high status, she so obviously to any onlookers enjoyed the finer things in life and never settled for less than what was perfect.

"On your knees, toy!" The woman ordered the naked man and James, seeing no need to refuse or deny her word, rapidly obliged. His knees hit the floor within seconds, with his hard shaft pointing up towards the ceiling, the foreskin was pulled back revealing his naked glans that leaked precum as the manhood twitched, begging for a little attention. Attention which the man found that he couldn't give himself. James was horny and needy, immeasurably so, but couldn't for the life of him find the ability to stroke his engorged shaft.

The woman soon turned around and indicated to James that he should follow. Her hairless calves looked so smooth and sensual as they tensed up when she walked in her shining black patent stiletto heels. The steps were practiced and perfect, if she had ever fallen over in her choice of footwear, then that had been a long time ago. James followed on his knees behind her, his chest was still raised high, as he had a feeling that the woman wanted his stiff cock to be visible to her at all times.

The pair in the high-rise office took their positions, the woman behind her desk in an expensive chair, right before her, a thin computer monitor and a nameplate that said 'Misstress Heraclitus, CEO'

James stood up on his knees beside the desk, his hands placed firmly behind his back, giving an ample view of his abs, his muscular chest, his massive shoulders and, of course, his patiently awaiting cock that pointed forever upwards. His eyes were pointed forward coolly, as if he needed to look professional, silent and stoic, as if he was a piece of furniture. A piece of furniture that just happened to be a man.

The minutes rolled on and James stood as still as he could, his muscular body on display for everyone to see, as time flowed on though, Heraclitus seemed to be disinterested in the man. Seeing as there was no-one else in the office but the unmoving man on his knees and the business woman who typed away at her keyboard. James took the moment to turn his head to look on what Mistress Heraclitus was doing.

What he saw on the screen before Heraclitus was both surprising and ordinary, the ordinary consisting of graphs, charts and spreadsheets. The surprising part being about what he could gather that the business tools spoke of, dildos and sex toys. Heraclitus ran a company that sold tools for pleasure.

Even though it hadn't been more than a moment since James' head turned to look at what the company CEO was doing, he was still reprimanded for it. Heraclitus grabbing the back of his head, gaining a firm grip on his luxuriously brunette head and stiffly aimed the naked man's vision straight forward. She continued to type away at her keyboard as she held the brown hair of the man to her side, his position was held stiff as she, with a cold tone of voice, stated "Don't move unless I ask you to, toy"

Heraclitus did eventually let go of the man to the side of her and after that he didn't dare move in the slightest. Instead keeping his head straight as he looked ahead. He continued to do just so, tensing his muscles to show their contours for the busy woman he sat besides, in the environment that simply didn't change until another invited themselves in.

"Yes, you wanted to see me mistress?" A young woman in a pantsuit inquired from the room's entrance. James couldn't make out much else about her from where he stood, as he was still diligently following the CEO's order of him, that is for him to stay completely still.

"Yes dear, I wanted you to tell the droogs down in manufacture to to stop committing to making such ridiculous mistakes when making our devices. If the waste of good material continues, then I might actually commit to hiring that human resources consultancy that promised to make firing a breeze" Heraclitus commanded, her voice was stern and unshaking, not in the least bit worried about the human element of her company. Before the woman in the entrance left the office, the skirted woman in her leather chair requested another thing "And dear, when you're done, fetch me a coffee. Black, strong and hot"

The wage earner soon left her position and not so long after that, the reclining CEO had a request to make of James. Something which finally broke him away from his stillness at the woman's side.

"Toy, come crawl under my desk, I need you to lick me clean" Heraclitus demanded, to which James obliged immediately. His hands and knees locomoted him under the expensive heavy desk, its mahogany board soon over his head. He stared up the skirt of the chief of operations, still unable to touch himself for relief. Before James had even been able to get his bearings, the woman explained "If you let even a droplet of my wetness spill on my clothes, then you can count yourself castrated"

James didn't need much more motivation to try his best at his goal, which he leaned forward to accomplish. The woman wore lacy panties which framed her vagina rather than covered it. Her undercarriage was similar to the rest of her, with her pubic hair neatly trimmed into a triangle and her slit seeming almost supernaturally neat, with her small labia minora just barely peeking out from her labia majora, both of these lower lips perfectly symmetrical underneath a compact and rigid pleasure button.

The man who were so obediently submitting to the whims of the demanding business woman soon brought his face closer to her inviting sex. James still kept his arms folded behind his back as his cock twitched between his legs, the struggle he felt being no small one as he tried to keep himself from stimulating himself without the permission from the mistress he was servicing.

Heraclitus moved at her own pace and only starting to separate her legs, a movement which included her pulling up her pencil skirt, once she felt that James was in the correct position to start his task. Similarly, when she felt that James had moved close enough to her pussy, ready to start serving her with his tongue, she wrapped her legs around him, poking her stilettos into his back as she tried to keep him in just the right spot.

James moved his tongue up and down, trying his best to balance between stimulating the woman and following her order of disallowing her own juices to stain any of her expensive belongings. It was a job that required deliberate and precise movements, knowledge of when to let your lips wrap around the craving clitoris so that your tongue may flick and poke her hello kitty nose, needed to be balanced with intuition surrounding when to let your tongue travel up and down her labia to remove the excess lubrication she produced.

"Yes, increase the subliminal messaging. Any man left on the planet who can masturbate without our products is a man too many!" Could be heard from above where James was doing his best to please. The business savvy woman was talking on the phone, her panted nails tapping impatiently against the back of her smartphone as her voice grew stricter. James was unsure of whether or not this was an indictment of his own performance or if whoever Heraclitus was speaking to poor at delivering what was needed, irrespective of what it actually was that caused her voice to sound so stern, James redoubled his oral efforts as he heard "And increase strap-on production, our goal is to sell every woman one. The marketing is already underway: 'Pegging: the maiden's first date sex'. Chop, chop, stop wasting time. Make everything happen!"

No matter what the words were, no matter the implications, morals or ethics of what was said above his head, James still diligently continued to perform the duty he had been given. His tongue spending less and less time poking and prodding the hard dot above the groin i, instead spending an increasing amount of time removing horny fluid from her opening. He had found his groove and would trace the sex up and down once before starting to circle the clitoris with his tongue again.

"Yes, imbue the plastic with hypersexuality causing endocrine disruptors. We make higher earnings from toys used to breakage than we do underutilized ones!" Heraclitus demanded from whoever sat on the other side of the phone-line. James kept on what he was doing, trying to catch each and every droplet which could add to a waterfall on the tip of his tongue. The mouth bound muscle that massaged the lower lips of the female CEO grew evermore tired and the temptation to use this to his advantage struck James a great number of times, his mind contemplating whether he should flick the bean back and forth rapidly. This did however contradict his given directive and he continued his groove forward as he heard the statement from above "The FDA? The FDA can be bribed, or lobbied for you PC folk, they're far behind earnings on our list of worries"

James was tired, his bending forward made his back almost cramp up, not to mention that his tongue was rapidly reaching the point when it stopped strictly following orders. His cock was still twitching, begging and pleading with him to just give it a poke as he took in the sweet smell of the wet pussy in front of hims, but he still held firm and resisted the calling his phallus made of him.

"Yes, why... Hold on, I have something else to take care off" Were the sudden few words that struck James on his head, as if he had been slapped. He stopped moving until noting the absence of movement from the woman he was serving, at which point he slowly started back up. Heraclitus soon banished the worries of her toy "Yes, you can come in!"

"Thanks mistress! I communicated what you requested me to communicate" A familiar voice sounded from behind where James sat. Its appearance was joined by Heraclitus moving, her stiletto clad feet removing themselves from his back and pressing against the floor in short order. Her hand soon tapped on James' forehead, indicating to him that it was time to move from his position, which he, like the other orders she had given him, rapidly obliged to. The change in position allowed the mistress to close her legs and pull down her skirt before something else was said, closer this time "Your coffee mistress"

"Thanks, I was just starting to miss it" Came the response from the woman in charge, who moved slowly and sensually to receive her cup. An audible thunk could be heard from when the cup hit the board, yet this seemingly wasn't the end of what the demanding woman wanted, as she stood up to achieve something more. James was prompted to emerge from where he had been and Heraclitus ordered the other woman "Now, don't go quite yet. I need some help to add some cream to my coffee"

"Certainly" The fetcher of coffee uttered as James crawled forth from the side of the desk. The oral helper was finally free to give the pants suited woman a good look. Unlike Heraclitus, she looked unsure, tense even, her blonde hair was tied up in a bun which she had stuck a clamp on to avoid it frizzing out in every direction and while the black fabric of her pants and blazer fell neatly over her young and slim body, the button up shirt that was tucked into her pants was less neat, instead wrinkled plenty enough. She looked with concern on the muscular naked man whose erection twitched needily.

"Toy, get up on the table!" The woman in charge demanded, her voice was as expectant as it could be. James obliged, first putting his hands on the board and pulling himself upwards, his biceps flexing and growing as he did. His legs didn't help much, as he had an instinct to keep himself looking submissive in front of the two women, which meant that he couldn't stretch his legs to reveal his length. It was only after most of him had been brought up on the table that he pulled his legs up alongside himself, one by one.

James was standing on all fours on the table, its surface large enough to make the computer screen easy to avoid. Almost automatically, he found himself bending his arms in order to bring his head closer to the shining wood. He was staying still in this position when he heard a drawer open underneath him and subsequently that very drawer get something pulled pulled out of it in great haste. As soon as those sounds subsided, Heraclitus hands was laid on James, her intent to correct his posture.

"Now, deary, hold his cock still for me. Make sure to only use as few fingers with as low a pressure as possible and avoid the head" Heraclitus told the coffee bringing woman. James had his chest touching the table and his legs slightly pressed apart. His position was the classic face down, ass up.

It wasn't long until James could feel the scalding hot cup of coffee get placed right below the tip of his manhood. The steam that rose from the vessel reminded him of how terribly this could go if he moved but a slight amount, a fear that was compounded somewhat by a shaky hand trying to keep the tip pointed at the black liquid surface.

The man whose mind was torn between arousal, anticipation and anxiety stood posed there with his arms stretching over the heavy mahogany board and his face pressed down into the hard laminated wood. He tried to stay silent and steady, he wanted less than anything else to get his penis dipped into the steaming liquid. It was a task that became more difficult, not only due to the nails that softly pulled his lower limb every which way in the precarious place, but also because of the pressure he soon felt against his anal opening.

It started softly and proceeded to then push harder and harder against James' anus. It felt like something hard and light, roughly as warm as the room, expanding his rear opening. The feeling was first one of resistance, but once the object had entered him, it suddenly became free to move in and out of him easily. The ingress into his anus was soon adjoined by not only the phallic object, but also the vibrations of the object, which made James tense up further in order to stay still and lessen the risk of his pleasure stick being burned on the coffee.

The resistance which James had to provide to ensure that he didn't burn himself was testing to his will more so than his muscles. It was a question more so of control than of strength, as the perturbing forces working on him, both from the amateur grip on his cock and the vibrations occurring inside of him, were both on the lower side of power. His mind's powers came to be tested even further as the tip of the object inside of him pressed against an area which seemed like the most sensitive.

James felt a great number of sensations from both his surroundings and inside of him. There were the obvious ones, the sensation of air against his skin, some which he expected came from the two ladies attending to him, the hand on his shaft trying its best to remain still and the steam which continued to well up against his bell end. That which welled up inside of him was the dildo moving around for one, but also just the emotional state he was in. He felt **** and at the mercy of the hands that were on him and especially Heraclitus. The vibrations continued their **** of pleasure, on a spot he couldn't quite place, forcing moans to escape his throat. All until he suddenly felt a lightning strike through his body and flew away, dissociating for just a moment.

When the man came to, he was lying on the desk, the cup removed before he could have crashed into it. The assistant had just finished her leaving of the room and the boss of it all was slowly sipping against the edge of the cup. Her face being one of immense pleasure as she consumed the black liquid which had been mixed with James' white essence.

Suddenly, as the woman finished her drinking, the room started to shift and change. The potted plants in the corners disappeared and so did the city skyline outside the massive window flattened and grew into a monochrome gray. The man who had been so surely naked was suddenly clothed again, his jeans and white button-up shirt having reappeared somehow. Although how they had been removed in the first place remained a mystery.

The woman who had been playing a part of a CEO shifted into something else she too, no longer the tall stiletto clad woman, with expensive clothes, tight brunette bun and professional makeup, but a redhead in a bathrobe who appeared to just have gotten out of the shower, her hair standing in every direction.

"Hello, what just happened?" James asked the woman, which she responded to by jumping up in shock, as if the presence of another person wasn't anything she expected. She wasn't really fearful or even aversive, surprised was all and she soon started to answer James need for clarifications.

"Wha... I... You're conscious? That's not normally how these things go..." The former CEO informed to a James that was looking intently right at the woman, expecting answers of some kind. She started to at least partially explain "Where are my manners, I'm Emma and as you probably gathered from my reaction, people usually don't even know that something has happened when they go through what you just did"

"Well I do and my name is James. You don't have to give me answers, but I would prefer that you did" James told Emma, his expression one of deep curiosity.

"Well, okay, I kind of have to explain to you actually. It's part of my agreement, but where to start" Emma said, her demeanor a far cry from the high powered business woman she had been. She made an attempt to start her explanation with "So I, and perhaps you too soon, am a seducci. I receive magical powers in exchange for playing a kind of theater for... Well I don't even know..."

"Okay, so I guess we can dive deeper into it all now. First of all, what are these magical powers you've been given?" James asked, adding afterwards "After what just happened I am well passed believing in magical arts of any kind"

"Oh that's one of the easier ones, or well, explaining the only one I really use outside of this whole gig is easy" Emma started to answer "Essentially, I'm able to create human wind up dolls of a sort. Clones of me which can fill my obligations without my actually being there... I'm currently living as richly as that lady I played on twenty different waitress salaries..."

"Okay, understood" James uttered as he nodded along gently. He was trying to dislodge the strange feeling of guilt Emma communicated by the tone of her last statement. Determined to understand it all, he then asked "So what is this theater game you speak of, I can guess that the seducci is someone who is in this pact, what is this theater game you spoke of"

"Well, at any point in time I'm given a role to play on my right hand, see?" Emma claimed as she held up the palm of her right hand in James' direction. He could read it clearly, it said 'CEO', but was seeming to morph and shift in some strange manner. Emma continued her explanation "I'm payed in time for me to keep my powers, it's written on my left hand"

James nodded along as Emma showed her left hand as well, this one was ticking up but ended up showing a substantial amount of time at six months total.

"Anyway, the role I'm given, I'm tasked with first using my powers to transform myself to fit into the role I have been given and am free to come up with a role to play against. That role I play against I'm free to morph anyone else into, given that I reimburse them somehow in a manner that they agree to" Emma said, that last part seeming cryptic to me as I wondered what I was going to receive for my complicity "You probably noticed the muscles I like giving to everyone I play against, as well as what I like most about a man, voluminous and thick semen. It's been a pretty long time since I didn't consume a good load during one of my sets"

"Then I think I'm all up to speed about the seducci" James concluded before squeezing his arms, confirming that his arms had indeed been bigger in the office. It led him to ask his net question "You hinted that I might be a seducci too, how so?"

"Well, usually when someone is conscious during a set, they get crowned a seducci when it's over" Emma answered before she looked to her right palm again. Her clothes shifted almost instantly into a short tartan skirt and a crop to with an almost absurdly deep cleavage. She stood on her high heeled platform shoes and rubbed her thighs together "You just said that you understood everything, I'm a busy woman and I must get going"

With those parting words Emma left James alone, running straight out of the gates of the subway cart that had taken form around the two during their conversation. The, still rather confused, man managed to make out two words written on the woman's right hand as she set out of the door 'School girl'

In no way had James felt that he had been properly answered in the short post coital time that the true two of them had spoken to each other and he wasted no time in setting off after Emma, but once he managed to jump out of the subway cart, Emma was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was exactly where he had been waiting to go that morning. He was at the subway station right beside his workplace and as he checked the clock he found something else that might have perplexed most, not even a minute had passed from when he had stepped on the transformative train.

"So that was how I got payed, huh, in a shortcut..." James confirmed to himself with a vague smile on his lips. He soon afterwards tried to test Emma's hypothesis. He searched within himself and managed with a thought to split himself in twain, cloning himself and leaving the soulless copy of himself to clock in his workplace duties. He took a look on his right palm and saw the, previously unnoticed, words 'executive toy' change into 'dog owner' on his skin.

James looked around the chamber and breathed in the air. His life had changed, changed forever, and all due to a brief encounter with a woman who, he didn't yet now, he would never see again. He was left with a new calling, a new occupation in life, all due to one person who he would never meet again.