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"You don't want to be my bitchy boss anymore," the man said.

"No..." Mia mumbled. She didn't want to be his bitchy boss. Had she been bitchy to him?

"You just want to be fucked all the time."

"Yes..." Mia mumbled. There certainly were times when she regretted opening up her own studio. It was much better only having to worry about getting fucked on camera.

"I'd clearly be the better boss. Everybody loves me, while they're annoyed of you. And I'm much smarter than you, you're just a silly bimbo."

"You'd be the better boss...I'm just a silly bimbo..." she mumbled, and giggled a bit. It was all true. He was smart and everybody loved him. She was annoying and too dumb to run a studio.

"You're going to sign over the company to me and retire to be my personal fucktoy. I'll let you fuck others while you're here, but my cock is the one you belong to. The one you ache for. Do you understand? I won't even have to hypnotize you if I want to alter your brain in the future, it's just my plaything now...like you are."

"I understand...Master..." Mia mumbled, before the watch finally stopped. She blinked, her thoughts slowly returning to her...but they were different thoughts now. She grinned at him, "Hello, Master...can I please be fucked by your cock?"

"First things first," he said, then raised his voice a bit, "You can come in now."

One of the other porn stars walked into the room - one she knew had starred in a few things with him already, carrying a stack of papers. She was meant to be the secretary sitting outside the office. She laid the papers out on the desk in front of Mia. They were supposed to be nonsense files, but, as she looked at them, they were real. Legally binding documents that would have her sign away the studio to the man standing in front of her. And that wasn't it, either. More documents would have her signing away all of her possessions to him, too...he would own everything she owned.

"Sign them," he commanded, as his hand groped the secretary's ass as she stood next to him.