First day of “work”

The next morning was a busy one. Amy, Ira, Erica, Kara, and I all met at 8:00 a.m. in the main lobby. Amy and Ira were chipper. I doubted their programming let mornings bother them much. Erica looked like she’d already been up pumping iron since sunrise and was ready for more reps. Kara looked sour before she opened the door, but her face shifted to excitement as she crossed the threshold into the lobby. She looked sexy, wearing the uniform I designed for her. She wore a black button-down shirt with a few too many buttons undone and a cute white apron with a pink heart on her ample bosom. She also had on a tight white mini-skirt partially covered by her apron. She also followed my instructions and wore a black choker and absolutely no undergarments.

“Good morning, boss!” She chirped as she walked over to hug me. “Are you going to introduce me to the team?!”

I was a bit flustered by the sudden hug. I guessed the image in her head of a perfect employee involved physical affection. I could see how she may have gathered that based on the previous night's activities, though.

I introduced Kara to the other girls while closely observing Erica’s reactions. I nonchalantly squeezed Kara’s tits in full view of Erica, and she didn’t respond.

Confident in Erica’s training to find everything I do as normal, I carried on explaining everyone’s jobs and tasks for the day. I gave Ira the lead secretary position at the front desk and showed her how to operate all of the computer aspects. She picked it up quickly. I often forgot she was a very smart woman with a business degree before I deleted her old personality.

Erica needed no guidance. I gave her free rein over the gym floor and asked her to spend the day getting any supplies she needed or wanted to prepare for opening day.

I gave Amy a job as an office assistant. Her job would be to check in on all the other employees and customers and help them when needed. She would handle keeping supplies in stock, scheduling events, and running the website as well.

I led Kara to the coffee shop and tasked her with practicing with all the equipment and making a sample of each menu item for me and the other employees to taste test. She hurriedly got to work.

I sat at the bar and watched the cute girl prepare the espresso machine. “So, what did you do last night after I let you go?” I asked.

“Oh sir, I had to act like that awful bitch I used to be,” she said with a pout, “I was so horny sir… I tried to hook up with someone, but just the thought of having sex with anyone made me physically ill. Instead, I just took sexy photos and posted them for my fans. Late at night, I realized I could think sexually about only you. The real me was very ashamed, but I fingered myself to the thought of you until I passed out from exhaustion.”

The espresso machine whirred to life, and the familiar sound of hot coffee being brewed filled the cafe.

“Sounds like you probably figured out you can’t cum without me huh?” I smirked and replied. “I bet you are feeling pretty **** for release by now, huh?

“You have no idea, sir. I couldn’t even escape my needs in my sleep,” she said respectfully. “All of my personalities would do anything for you if you let me… or us(?) orgasm.”

“Is that so?” I said knowingly, “I’ll tell you what. Make me a mocha, and we can talk about it.”

“Yes, sir! Right away!” She chirped.

I enjoyed watching her unsupported tits bounce while she hurriedly made my latte. In only a few minutes, she held out a cup to me.

“Wow, that smells great!” I said while reaching for the coffee. “We are in private right now, so why don’t you show me those titties again and get back to edging yourself for me like a good girl.”

She replied with her usual “yes, sir,” and quickly let her apron down to remove her shirt. Her gorgeous tits bounced free of the fabric, and she rolled her shoulders back to give me a better view. She pressed a button on the vibrator remote in her apron pocket and made a cute gasping moan as her legs involuntarily crossed.

I was glad she wore the vibrator. It’s a G-spot type remote vibrator, so today would be a test run to see if her pelvic muscles are strong enough to keep it inside her pussy without panties to help. If she couldn’t, I figured the bike could help change that.

I watched her make a coffee for each of my employees while she struggled to hide her ever-increasing neediness.

“Before you take those to everyone,” I said while pulling my stool back and freeing my hard cock from my pants, “why don’t you kneel down here and give your favorite boss a nice blowjob and I’ll decide if I’m going to let you cum or not.”

Kara’s work persona immediately added blowing her boss to the list of standard working duties to be a perfect employee. She hurriedly knelt at my feet and looked up at me with an infectious ‘customer service’ smile. Before she could say anything, I grabbed her sexy pink ombré hair and guided her willing mouth onto my cock.

Her mouth felt warm, wet, and inviting as she gently bobbed her head while looking up at me for approval. Her technique was methodical, like following a recipe for a latte. It’s exactly what I expected from a model employee.

“Are you enjoying this?” I asked her between my moans of pleasure.

“Yes, sir, I’m happy to be of service!” She said quickly, with a bit of saliva dripping off her lips before returning to business.

“Kara, it’s break time,” I spoke her trigger phrase to bring out her true personality.

The real Kara finally got to surface after nearly 12 hours of being overpowered by her facade personas.

Her eyes darkened slightly as she transitioned from dutiful employee to defeated submissive slut. She has endured hours upon hours of edging as a passenger in her own body. She wasn’t scared or unhappy, though. Her almost overwhelming submission fetish, coupled with her constant debilitating arousal, quickly made her controlled imprisonment a welcome state of being.

She lifted her head off my cock and begged, “Master, please, please help me cum! I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Tell me you’re sorry for being a stuck-up bitch when you met me.”

“I’m so sorry, master; I’ve been a stuck-up bitch my whole life! I’ll change for you, master! I can be more like my other personality!”

To prove her point, she plastered on a big smile before enveloping my cock in her mouth. Unlike her barista persona, she let out occasional little moans, and her technique was much more sloppy and ****, which felt fantastic.

I used my phone app to increase the vibration of her sex toy to the max. Her moans increased exponentially and made my dick feel wonderful.

“Kara, it’s quitting time,” I used her trigger to go to her old persona.

She pulled away from my cock in disgust and scowled at me. “Eww!” She exclaimed, “You’re fucking gross; I’m not going to suck you off anymore. Why don’t you do something useful and get me off creep.”

I laughed at her reaction. “Bitch, I know exactly how **** you are right now,” I shot back at her In amusement. “You’ve got a vibrator in your cunt right now, and you can’t quite hide how good it feels and how bad you need to cum after edging yourself to thoughts of me all night. If you want to cum you’ll shut the fuck up and put your mouth back where it belongs.”

I didn’t feel bad being a total asshole to her because she technically wasn’t real. Besides, the old her clearly deserved it.

She scoffed but obeyed and started giving me a half-assed blow job as she glared up at me and tried to stifle her wanton moans.

As I was enjoying her angry blowjob, something I’d never imagined I’d experience, Erica walked in.

“Hey, David,” she said politely without raising a single eyebrow at the scene before her. “Can I get one of those coffees?”

“Yeah, of course!” I said. “Back to work, Kara, hand Erica a coffee, and then get back over her and let me cum down your throat!”

“Yes, sir!” She jumped up and jovially handed Erica a coffee.

“Thank you.” Erica spoke appreciatively, “I apologize for interrupting your training.”

Kara hurriedly knelt between my legs and began bobbing her head on my cock again. As I was getting close, I grabbed her pink hair and forcefully sped her up. “I’m close,” I moaned. “When you swallow, I want you to be a good little barista and cum for me.”

She moaned her typical “yes, sir” onto my cock, and I immediately exploded into her waiting mouth. She swallowed each spurt and screamed in pleasure into my cock. I heard a splash of liquid on the floor and was pleasantly surprised to see she squirted a little from the intense orgasm.

While recovering my senses, I allowed Kara to take a seat and disable her vibrator to regain her breath.

“It’s break time, Kara.”

“Master, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Kara leaned forward and kissed me as her body trembled with aftershocks. “I can’t even explain how badly I needed that… how badly I need you. God, I’m still so horny, though... would you possibly consider removing whatever horny spell you put on me? I-it’s too much! I can barely think.”

“You’re welcome, ****,” I said between breaths. “I’m afraid you’ll have to get used to being so horny all the time. You’re exactly how I want you to be.”

Before she could respond, I stood up and redressed. “Kara, back to work,” I used her trigger phrase. “Just keep practicing in here. I have things to do elsewhere.”

“Yes, sir!” She smiled and began putting her clothes back on as I walked out.