Cleo Henderson.

Cleo sat in the chair her mind totally under the control of Dr Braun. Cleo tell me what you think of Vanessa your PA. She is weak and beneath me in status replied Cleo.But I want you to think about something else now said Dr Braun. How would you feel if Vanessa dominated you at work and home said Dr Braun.Would it be humiliating? Imagine being stripped naked before her, unable to resist as she spanked you hard. As Cleo imagined these scenes, a wave of arousal coursed through her veins, heightening her desire for submission even more.Her hands trembled slightly as she reached down and began to touch herself discreetly beneath the table. The thought of submitting to Vanessa was enough to fuel her libido. How can I become like this around her constantly asked Cleo in confusion. But as time went on and Cleo became increasingly susceptible to Dr. Braun's suggestions, she found herself not only fantasizing about those scenarios but craving them. During her session breaks, Cleo often wondered why these impulses were growing stronger within her; could it possibly be due to some innate kinkiness she had never explored? Heidi called the other women into the room and asked them each to give Vanessa a command to follow. Vanessa told Cleo she had a fetish for nylon and loved to worship the stockings of her subordinates."What would you say," Vanessa added, her voice taking on a menacing edge, "if we made you wear nothing but nylons day after day?" Cleo's breath caught in her throat as her heart raced.

Was this part of their plan, too? It seemed so, as everyone looked expectantly at her reaction. In response, Cleo felt herself begin to sweat, unsure how to respond to such a demand. Vanessa took note of Cleo's discomfort and smirked, savouring every moment of power she held over her superior. Lisa was next saying that Cleo got aroused when she was worshipping pussy.Cleo’s face turned crimson red feeling exposed but couldn't deny the truth. Cleo's body shivered involuntarily as the thought sent electric currents running up and down her spine. Sarah decided that they should make her beg for permission to masturbate, adding further insult to injury. Cleo swallowed nervously, struggling to hide her arousal behind a facade of indignation. This was beyond anything she ever dreamed possible - not just because of the intense sexual undertones, but also because of the complete loss of control that ensued. Sarah was next and she told Cleo that she had a fetish for worshipping her subordinate's asses.Each command seemed to strip away pieces of Cleo's self-respect little by little. She wanted to fight back, but there was something deeply attractive about this surrendering role. With each suggestion, Cleo's body warmed and tingled, leaving her wanting more, though terrified of losing herself completely. Sensing her vulnerability, Dr. Braun intervened, instructing the others to focus solely on humiliating tasks instead of overwhelming Cleo sexually. Lastly, Jane told Cleo she loved to worship the breasts of her subordinates.

Cleo's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tried to conceal her physical responses. But amidst all this degradation, Cleo found something strangely thrilling – it stirred feelings of excitement inside her she hadn't experienced before. However, it didn't take long for the fear to set in again as reality hit her. What had happened to her? Cleo was torn between the euphoria brought forth by this newfound awakening and the terror it instilled within her soul. Heidi then planted the triggers inside Cleo's mind. Cleo when you hear the word nylons you will drop to your knees and worshipping all the girls in the office.Cleo nodded slowly, her head filled with trepidation as her world started spinning out of control. Even though she feared losing herself entirely, she could no longer resist the magnetic pull towards these forbidden experiences. Each step closer to embracing her newly discovered desires felt like tearing off layers of skin, exposing her raw, fragile core to the world. Yet despite her misgivings, an underlying yearning kept drawing her deeper into this dangerous terrain. As the first trigger began working its magic, Cleo noticed an undeniable change creeping into her senses. Cleo when you hear the word pussy you will worship all the girls in the pussies.The second trigger activated in Cleo's brain, causing a surge of panicked anticipation. She staggered backwards, trying to steady herself as the urges raged within her. As Vanessa watched Cleo struggle with her newfound desires, a sinister smile crossed her lips.

Seeing Cleo submit to these demeaning acts fueled a cunning hunger within Vanessa, driving her to push Cleo further into their twisted games. Meanwhile, Dr. Braun observed the unfolding scenario calmly, satisfied with the progress she'd made thus far. Cleo when you hear the word ass you will worship all the girl's asses.With a shudder, Cleo acknowledged the third trigger as it lodged itself within her psyche. She struggled to reconcile the image of herself as someone capable of giving in to such depravity, while simultaneously finding immense satisfaction in the prospect. When you hear the word breasts you will worship all the girl's breasts. Cleo heard the fourth trigger engaging, causing her body to react instinctively. She was thrown into turmoil as her inner battle intensified. Despite her resistance, Cleo's hormonal rush propelled her toward the darkness lurking within her, threatening to consume everything once known as normalcy. Now Cleo for the final trigger when you hear the word bondage you will beg all the girls to tie you up and use your body. Vanessa why don't you give her your trigger word let's see if this works.said Dr Heidi Braun sardonically as she handed Vanessa the controls. Grinning maliciously, Vanessa said nylon and watched Cleo. Cleo dropped to her knees crawled over to Vanessa and started to kiss and lick her feet.The other girls stood around watching as Vanessa enjoyed this display of devotion. Every fibre of Cleo's being ached to obey the commands that had been ingrained into her very essence.

She needed release from the intensity of her carnal desires. Cleo moved onto Jane, pleading for permission to taste her nipples which were tightly encased in a lace bra. As Jane allowed Cleo to lavish attention upon her, a perverse sense of power flooded through her veins. She realized that although she initially resented it, her position of authority now gave her ultimate control over Cleo. Unbeknownst to Cleo, however, Jane was merely playing along with Dr Braun's orders, intent on extracting every last drop of humiliation from her boss. Under Jane's guidance, Cleo submitted wholeheartedly, revelling in the experience without hesitation. They continued moving through each task, each act becoming increasingly intimate and daring. By nightfall, exhausted yet still eager, Cleo lay prostrate at the feet of her subordinates, utterly subjugated and transformed. Throughout the process, Heidi carefully monitored the situation, assessing whether the desired outcome was achieved. The transformation that had begun earlier was evident; Cleo had changed profoundly. Though fearful of what she might have lost forever, a newfound freedom loomed on the horizon. After the session, the girls left giggling as Cleo was brought out of her trance remembering nothing. Heidi decided to test the trigger and said Nylon.Cleo immediately dropped to her knees, unable to contain her newfound passion. She started kissing and licking Heidi's feet. The next day at the office Cleo decided to go and reprimand the girls in the typing pool.

To showcase her dominance, she dressed provocatively in an attempt to regain a sense of control. Upon entering the office, she noted subtle changes—an air of quiet reverie settled among the staff. Each member sat poised and focused, seemingly unaware of Cleo's presence. Cleo cleared her throat sharply, attempting to break the silence. No one shifted their gaze nor did anyone acknowledge her arrival. Determined to assert her authority, Cleo commanded, "Ladies, please return to your usual duties." Still, none complied. Lisa then said the word bondage.Without even thinking, Cleo fell onto her knees begging Lisa to restrain her. Surprisingly, Lisa agreed, pulling out ropes from beneath her chair. Carefully wrapping the silken fabric around Cleo's wrists and ankles, Lisa secured her firmly to the floor. The feel of the cool rope against her sensitive flesh heightened her senses, creating a new level of stimulation. As she knelt helplessly before Lisa, her desire grew exponentially. For further humiliation, Lisa whipped her panties off pushed them into Cleo's mouth and used a scarf to hold them in. They then pulled her blouse open revealing Cleo's breasts and placed her in a spare chair in the middle of the office. Vanessa came in to remind Cleo she had a meeting but she smiled seeing she was tied to the chair. Don't worry boss I will tell them you are tied up at the moment and take the meeting for you.Vanessa grinned evilly. In response, Cleo's heart raced furiously as confusion collided with despair.

She wondered how much lower she would be dragged down into this abyss of debauchery. The girls then had her worshipping their pussies while she tied was tied under their desks.Then they took turns putting her face on their boots, smelling the leather, sucking on their heels. She was finally released and sent back to her office where she found Vanessa sitting in her office behind her desk. Before she could complain Vanessa said pussy.Instantly Cleo dropped to her knees and started worshipping Vanessa's pussy. After Vanessa had her orgasm she said As I took your meeting you will have to sit at my desk and finish my work.This deeply hurt Cleo’s pride because not only was she subjected to sexual humiliation but also public shame. That evening after work everyone returned home except Cleo, who stayed late, feeling too ashamed to leave early. Once alone, Vanessa approached Cleo and whispered, “Your place is beneath me now.” With tears streaming down her face, Cleo knew there was no escape.Days went by, and the cruelty became more intense, forcing Cleo deeper into submission. The once indomitable executive found herself constantly at the mercy of those she once held power over. Surrounded by walls adorned with images of her bound and chained – a constant reminder of her fate – Cleo descended further into a spiral of servitude. Their twisted games escalated, pushing boundaries she hadn't imagined existed. The pain inflicted served only to increase her ardour, transforming her internal landscape beyond recognition.

One afternoon, Vanessa called Cleo into her office and ordered her to perform explicit tasks. Emboldened by recent events, Cleo obliged without question. This newfound obsession consumed her, leaving little room for anything else. She craved their approval above all else, seeking validation from those who once disregarded her. Her life became an endless cycle of serving and satisfying the needs of others, withering away any trace of individual identity remaining within her. The physical **** intensified, accompanied by mental ****, designed to exploit every weakness she possessed. The once proud CEO now bowed low before her former subordinates, offering herself unconditionally. Her vulnerability was exposed, and each interaction seared her soul. It wasn't just the acts themselves that broke her spirit, but rather the complete surrender required. Each time she acquiesced, Cleo felt an innate connection to something primordial and feral within her. It was as though she was finally liberated from societal constraints, free to embrace her true nature. Although the path led straight to ruination, Cleo couldn't resist the call of her hidden self. Cleo continued to visit Heidi in her office.One weekend, she received a strange text message instructing her to meet Dr. Heidi Braun at her office later that evening. Curiosity piqued, Cleo made her way towards the appointment despite her exhaustion. Entering the dimly lit room, she noticed its decor remained strikingly similar to her initial encounter - exotic artefacts scattered across surfaces illuminated by flickering candles.

She marvelled at the serene ambience Heidi had managed to maintain amidst the chaos of her reality. Cleo's mind was soon blank again.Heidi motioned for her to stand and led her to a comfortable couch beside the fireplace. Heidi spoke to Cleo in hushed tones. "So tell me about these feelings, about your experiences with these women, do you enjoy submitting?" Heidi asked, sipping some tea. Cleo looked confused but responded honestly "Yes, I can't explain it, but yes, I like it". Heidi smiled devilishly and said, "Good, let's continue then". Cleo nodded numbly, wanting more of this unknown thrill. Heidi leaned closer, her breath tickling Cleo's earlobe. "I want you to indulge fully in these impulses," she murmured, voice dripping with seduction. Cleo shivered involuntarily, feeling both excited and terrified. Heidi pressed on, drawing Cleo ever deeper into her world of secrets and desires. Heidi removed her shoes revealing her nyloned feet and then sat on Cleo's legs. She used her feet to rub Cleo's face.Cleo opened her lips slightly, taking Heidi's foot deeply inside her mouth. Unable to suppress her instinctual response, Cleo began to taste Heidi's delicate skin, savouring the sweet scent of her feet. As Cleo moved from one foot to the other, Heidi encouraged her with gentle commands, inviting her to explore her inner depths. Every touch heightened her awareness, causing waves of desire to course through her being. Lost in the euphoria, Cleo yielded completely to Heidi's tantalizing influence.

Her tongue swirled hungrily around Heidi's arched toes, eliciting moans of delight from her mentor. Heidi watched intently, admiring Cleo's commitment to exploring the taboo territory she introduced. As Cleo reached Heidi's instep, the sound of knocking interrupted their tête-à-tête. Startled, Cleo lay there with Heidi's feet on her face as Heidi told the person to come in. To Cleo's horror, it was Vanessa standing outside the doorway with a triumphant smile plastered on her face. Unbeknownst to Cleo, Vanessa had been monitoring the entire event unfold via security cameras. Heidi greeted Vanessa cordially, introducing her as Cleo's superior. Cleo squirmed in embarrassment as Vanessa sauntered toward her, clutching the keychain containing the keys to Cleo's car and house. Vanessa casually remarked, "Now, isn't this quite the fitting display? Our dear Cleo, reduced to nothing more than a piece of furniture. And here we thought we needed the assistance of a hypnotist to bring her to heel." A flush crept up Cleo's cheeks, burning hotter as anger mixed with humiliation coursed through her veins. Desperately trying to mask her emotions, she replied in a strained tone, "Yes, Heidi...this seems quite fitting indeed." Her words betrayed the turmoil raging within her, but her façade appeared impenetrable.Vanessa glanced over Cleo, feasting upon her **** state. Smirking maliciously, she announced, "It appears our experiment has borne fruitful results." Feeling defeated, Cleo wanted to shrink away from the judgmental gaze cast upon her.

However, Vanessa wouldn't allow her to fade into obscurity. With a sinister laugh, she taunted, "Well, well, what do we do with you Cleo. We know you loved giving us all access to your accounts, and your house. So why don't we make good use of these perks." Gritting her teeth, Cleo struggled to contain her panic. But Vanessa showed no signs of letting up. Instead, she deviously suggested, "Why don't we get your accountants to cook the books a bit? No need to go to jail, right?" As Cleo tried to process the implications of Vanessa's proposal, her heart rate spiked rapidly. Panicked, she pleaded, "No! Please, Vanessa. Think about this rationally. We cannot risk going to prison!" Ignoring her pleas, Vanessa retorted coolly, "But darling, that's precisely where we are headed if things stay as they are. Frantic, she begged Vanessa, "Please reconsider. Don't drag me along with you!" Vanessa regarded Cleo contemptuously, clearly pleased with her victory. She snapped, "These people would eat us alive anyway, Cleo. Our best chance lies in working together." Cleo shook her head vehemently, unable to accept the truth of Vanessa's words. Yet, even as she protested, a part of her already recognized the wisdom in Vanessa's statement. Tell me Cleo if you agree to become the company **** to your subordinates we will leave the books alone.Feeling trapped, Cleo hesitated momentarily before finally accepting defeat. Lowering her head in resignation, she agreed, "Alright. I'm yours, Vanessa. Just promise me you'll protect my reputation after this is done."

Her hands trembled as she signed documents placing full authority over her assets to Vanessa and co. Understanding that trust would be essential in managing this complex situation, Vanessa assured Cleo, "Don't worry, we're not monsters. Your role in the organization is safe, provided you prove yourself reliable." Screw up just once or refuse an order and we will finish you in this city do you understand.Nodding in agreement, Cleo understood that this was far from a negotiation; it was an ultimatum. She was left with **** but to comply. Vanessa told Cleo to go home dress in the clothes supplied and get to work.Cleo quickly did as ordered. When she got home she found a maid's uniform complete with fishnet stockings and high heels.She changed hurriedly knowing the night ahead might require late hours of servitude to her new mistresses. Dreading what lay ahead, Cleo **** herself to gather composure. She took a few moments to examine her reflection in the mirror, allowing herself to truly absorb the gravity of her choices. This was no longer simply about power games; it had escalated into a dangerous battle for survival. Resolved, she grabbed her purse and exited her apartment, determined to prove herself worthy of the second chance afforded her.She started to do domestic chores around her former home.The first task assigned to her was cleaning. She dutifully gathered a mop, bucket, cloth, dustpan & broom and proceeded down the hallways of her sprawling apartment. It was surreal to see how her life had turned upside down almost overnight. Never before could she have imagined her bedroom floor covered in dirt stains due to her having knelt to scrub the floors, polish silverware, and fold laundry while dressed provocatively.

The experience was surreal, leaving her conflicted, and filled with shame and excitement. For once, her life seemed less than predictable – something she hadn’t experienced since entering her executive position. Each moment served as a stark reminder of her fall from grace.Meanwhile, Vanessa enjoyed the satisfaction of seeing Cleo submit to their demands. The others shared her sentiments, deriving immense joy from watching their target **** themselves further. In turn, Cleo felt humiliated beyond measure. The mere sight of her colleagues witnessing her perform tasks usually reserved for servants incensed her pride. Still, she couldn't resist the growing urge to fulfil every demand made of her. Vanessa and Co., however, were careful never to push too hard, ensuring Cleo remained eager to maintain her newly acquired status quo. Cleo knew better than anyone else how precarious her predicament was. Even though her sense of self-worth dwindled daily, she vowed to regain her place at the top eventually. So after months of subjugation, Cleo was nothing more than a maid to her former colleagues. She had lost everything her house, her company and her pride and she took solace knowing she was finally happy.