Getting to know you (mind control)

Irabe was called in the office again. His boss, miss Azawa, looked at him with contempt.

"M. Kanaka, it have been brought to my attention that your complacent attitude and behavior havent changed."

By that, she meant that he wasn't dressing in a suit and took off his shoes to work. He was more focused barefoot and felt more efficient in comfortable clothes.

"I'm work faster and better than any of these dingus, I often correct their code, I think I can have some slack on how I dress, miss Azawa."

"I know you've given us exceptional work, M. Kanaka, but I also got complains about your... smell... and we're starting to think that without you, your colleague may be more focused on work and increase the general quality in their code."

So, that's it? They're just going to fire him? If she think they can get away with this, they're greatly mistaken. Thought Irabe.

He took out of his pocket his phone and launched an app he made a few days ago. Showing her the screen, she entered a deep state of hypnosis within seconds.

"You like me, how could you think of firing me?" He told her.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I won't think about it anymore, I like you." She repeated absent mindedly.

"You like me, yes, so you'll make sure I'm comfortable and treated well, so I can work at my best."

"Absolutely, I'll do my best to make you happy!"

"Perfect!"

Irabe stopped the app and asked.

"Can I go?"

"Yes, of course Irabe, continue working like you do."

It was weird she called him by his first name, but, it wasn't really a problem, so Irabe left to his post. Taking off his shoes under the desk, one of his colleague walked next to him.

"Fucking hell Irabe! You're still taking off your shoes? Didn't the boss told you to stop?"

"Nope." He just answered.

The colleague was about to continue whining when miss Azawa came, her jacket off and barefoot, just to sit on Irabe's lap.

"It's ok, Irabe can do whatever he wants, because he's the best!"

Both men where shocked by her behavior, but Irabe quickly took the opportunity to flaunt by putting his hand on her hips and smiling.

"You heard her, she's ok with my attitude, so fuck off!"

His colleague walked away, flabbergasted, to his great pleasure.

"That was so sexy Irabe, you really know how to handle him." miss Azawa told him.

"Your attitude is a bit ****, I better change that." He said to himself.

Using the app, he showed it to her, but this time, she looked at it confused.

"What is it?" She asked.

"It doesn't work?!"

"I'm sure you'll make it work!"

miss Azawa didn't seem to be leaving his lap soon, so Irabe told her to put on a bit more makeup for him. She joyfully left him to go to her office, while he looked at his code. But nothing seemed wrong, it should work, and yet, it didn't anymore. Irabe tried the app on a colleague, making do few copies to him and then tried again to do some more. So there was no reason it didn't work on miss Azawa anymore.

Leaving the office to go to his car, miss Azawa run after him.

"I'm sorry Irabe! I got a big meeting, so I couldn't show you my new makeup!"

Indeed she put some red eyeshadow and black eyeliner, with red lipstick. She looked more like a party girl, now, if you ignored her office suit.

"You look amazing, miss Azawa. See you tomorrow."

"Can I come to your house? I want to make sure you're comfortable! I'll do anything to make you happy!"

Irabe realized that it was going well beyond what he wanted... She was entirely devoted to him. She was beautiful, completely under his control, happy to serve and he was, for now, unable to reverse that...

"Sure, follow me, I'm sure I can find stuffs for you to do..."

She followed him to his apartment and he made her do the cooking and the dishes, which was funny to see his boss doing such manual things... But then, he wanted more, and he could get more...

"Come here and give me a handjob!" He ordered her.

"Of course Irabe!" She responded without hesitation.

"And call me daddy!"

"Yes daddy!!"

He unzipped his pants and... his... new toy, started to rub his cock, passing her fingers softly on the tip and squeezing his shaft. It was amazing, it was so long... Making her lay on the coffee table, he went over her, to continue the masturbation. She surprisingly didn't do it manually and even seemed to have a lot of fun playing with his cock. When he came all over her chest and face she even laughed.

"You like it?" He asked.

"Yes, daddy! It was so dirty, it's... fun! Ahah!"

Standing above her, looking at her smiling like she had the fun of her day, he knew he couldn't go back. No way could he let her go, now. She was his. She. Was. His!

"I want you to show me your devotion... ****."

"Oooh... ****... Ok, I like that too! What do you want me to do!"

"Surprise me. I want to see you tomorrow in your best look for me!"

"Absolutely, daddy!"

She left after that, almost not cleaning herself up, if he didn't tell her to. Irabe then spent the night stressing out, will this be ok, will anyone notice, will she realise what happened?

But then, in the morning, he received a message.

What do you want to do today, daddy?

She still was in her **** state, so, he answered to meet him in town for some shopping, he had to buy some stuffs during his day off.

She agreed and he went to met her on the main street, only to be shocked by her look. She was in a miniskirt and a tank top, dressed all sexy, but also, she had a tattoo above her chest "Property of Irabe"

"Does it show you my devotion enough for you daddy?" She asked.

"Y-Yeah..." He blurted out in shock.

She put her arms around him and kissed him.

"That's great! I'm happy you like it, daddy!"

Irabe's fear got washed down as soon as her lips touched his. He wanted to keep her as long as he could and grabbed her by the ass to start moving to the stores before he fucked her right there.

They went through several stores, she didn't seem to mind being the attention of those who noticed her tattoo, or even just the clothes. She was all focused on him.

As day passed, Irabe was being bolder and bolder, living mostly in her house, making her wear a dog collar and fucking her properly, againd, and again, and again. He managed to make her act mostly like before at work, but at home she was his slut, his fuckhole could pump his cock in.

Somehow that relation seemed to make them both happier, she even told him so. She felt more free and got more pleasure since she became his ****, than when she was at the top, taking difficult decision. And knowing that after the day of managing at work, giving up all responsibility to him was a pleasure in and on itself. The orgasms from being pounced like a bitch was the only thing better.