Rob Meets With Asami

Paradise Towers was, for now, almost exclusively for the girls of Rob's class and their mothers. Plenty rooms in the apartment complex were unoccupied, even though Rob had plans for them with future slaves/residents, it would remain that way for sometime. The sole exception to all of this was the top-floor penthouse suite, which had been given over to Asami Sato. Seeing as how she was essentially Rob's business manager - taking care of the day-to-day operations of his company - it was only fitting she got to live in specific and exquisite style and luxury.

Knocking on the door, Rob was soon greeted by a smiling Korri, dressed in a skimpy maid outfit. He had to admit, Asami had great tastes and instincts. He would have put the busty pseudo-bimbo into similar attire, too.

"Mistress Asami welcomes you to her home, Master." Korri greeted with a curtsy, the phrase and gesture polished and well-practiced. He imagined a rich prissy bitch like Asami spending long hours training Korri to meet her exact specifications. "Please, come inside and make yourself at home."

Taking full advantage of such an invitation, Rob scooped up Korri into his arms, pulling her in for a big kiss, his hands pawing all over her sinfully sexy body. "Hmm, fuck... I miss your slutty little body, Korri..." Rob said in apprecative tones, watching Korri blush and squirm under his grasp, her tongue licking at those plump lips of hers. "Sometimes I regret giving you to Asami."

"I miss you, too, sir..." Korri purred, pressing herself against Rob, her original owner. Still her true owner. All the same, she pouted. "But I love Mistress, too. I would be both happy and sad if you took me away from her..."

"We'll work something out." Rob gave her another squeeze on her ample rump, then a firm smack to send her on her way. Rob knew he had the means to achieve all he wanted, but he had yet to experiment with giving his clones much autonomy - sending them on their way to different locations for different tasks, having them exist for prolonged periods of time. Giving each disparate group of slaves outside his immediate sphere of influence their own personal Rob. Maybe he was just greedy and wanted to enjoy it all for himself, but he knew push would come to shove before long...

Still, before that came to pass, Rob had some work, as he entered Asami's apartment. He quickly saw that his business bitch did a good job spending his money, as the apartment was beautifully furnished in a modern style. Most notably, it was full of erotic art: pictures and statues depicting women in rapturous pleasure, with a specific focus on pieces depicting women dominating other women.

Rob took it all in with an approving smile, before moving towards a small coffee table already set up with tea, coffee, and biscuits. Asami soon made her entrance, splendid yet casual in negligee and a silken kimono, her smile as bright as the sun, to have her Master in her home.

"My beloved, my lord, my Master!" Asami cheered, as she trotted across the hardwood floor. "We're so happy to have you here, today. Please, can I get you anything? Your every wish is my command, sir." Asami was quick to fawn over Rob, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek, hands rubbing his chest and stroking his arms.

In turn, Rob wound a finger through her thick, luxurious hair. "Maybe later, you little minx," he teased her with a smile. Asami did not argue, bowing her head in supplication before retreating to her chair. Soon thereafter, Korri came sashaying by, falling to her knees, arms wrapped lovingly around Asami's long legs, the blonde bimbo maid nuzzling her cheek against her Mistress. They made such a lovely pairing. Rob was so happy he could reunite them and initiate this relationship, all according to his perverted desires.

"I'm here today for business, dear," Rob said, after a sip of coffee. He pulled out a manila folder and passed it onto Asami. "There are two women I would like to have part of our brand. One for Slutter, one for... a side project of mine." Asami opened the folder, quickly studying it's contents. Rob trusted her sharp mind to gather what he was after. "I think you can agree if there is one aspect of Slutter which needs improvement, it's the SlutStream service. We need a real stunning talent to pull in views and be the anchor for the service."

"And you think this... Olivia Colomar is said saviour?" Asami answered, eyes never leaving the papers before her. "If she is so big, then why is she on the table? If these numbers you've given me are accurate, another service would have snapped her up with an exclusivity contract."

"Those numbers are from six months ago. Miss Colomar is currently suspended from both Twitch and YouTube, due to a hacking scandal she is tangentially related to." It seems in this universe, the wily cybercriminal Sombra was less an out-and-out criminal and more a trickster... that is when she wasn't moonlighting as a traditional game streamer. Screamingly popular (because of course she was), it had all come crashing down when she was found related to a major hacking incident involving Nintendo, Sony, and other major gaming companies.

"She has a built in install base, we have a platform willing to support her, both financially and legally." Rob explained, as Asami continued to silently read the dossier. "And, don't tell me otherwise," he cut her off, as she was about to speak. "We - rather, I - certainly have the money to fund any sort of legal defence that may come up."

"You most certainly do, sir." Asami agreed. "But, we have worked hard to ensure Slutter has a sterling reputation. Is the controversy we are surely to attract from hiring this woman worth it?"

"Well, I also intend to turn her into another one of my sex slaves." At that, Asami perked up and smiled.

"Oh, well, you should have lead with that." Asami's mind was focused on ensuring the success of Slutter, but also, she was very eager to indulge his personal lusts and cravings. To help him turn other women into his loyal slaves, like her. "Is there anything you need from me in turning her into a submissive slut, my lord?"

Rob waved her off. "Just make sure she signs the contract. Sky's the limit. Make her an offer she can't refuse. I'm sure once she puts pen to paper, she'll realize the truth of the matter. Just like you, Asami."

Asami giggled at the comment, both from Rob's hungry leer and from the memory of the sheer pleasure she felt after signing her life away. She still wasn't sure how he managed it, but the moment she signed her name on that document - the moment she agreed to become Rob's business bitch - it became her reality.

Moving on, Asami shuffled through the files to the second item. "Now... as for this Dr. Angela Ziegler? How would you like her handled? More importantly, what interest do you have in a middle-aged European doctor?"

"In her youth, Dr. Ziegler wrote a paper on the potential application of nanotechnology in medicine. She was practically laughed out of her field and **** into general practice, most regarding her thesis as pure science-fiction." Rob grinned. "I want to use my wealth to make her theory a reality."

Rob, of course, needed very little reason to want a beauty like Mercy at his side, but the fact that he had the potential to unleash nanobots that could sculpt flesh like clay into this world - just as he had done with magic and various other powers - was too great an opportunity to pass up. He had every intention of converting Mercy into his pet mad scientist, using her as an outlet for his own perverted desires, and unleash her on the world.

At his explanation and reaction, though, Asami simply frowned.

"Well, sir," she began, "far be it from me to question your judgment, as I literally cannot disobey you, but medical technology is a very tricky field. Understandably, there is a lot of testing regarding any new medical device and something like this... nanotechnology? It's literally unprecedented."

"Trust me, dear Asami, I will take care of all the yellow tape." Rob assured his manager. "I'll bribe whoever I have to - with cash or with women. And if that won't work, I'll **** them, too! I have plenty of capital to spare to make this work. You just need to set up the interview. You will interview Miss Colomar. I will handle Dr. Ziegler. Again, no limits, no questions asked. Do whatever you can to accomplish this. Understood?"

Asami bowed her head, reverently. "Yes, my lord. Anything for you." After a pause, she quickly sorted away the various files and set them aside. "Is there anything else I can do for you today, sir?" Rob grinned again, hands digging in his pocket.

"Yes, actually. Come here, darling. I have something I need to show you."

Both **** and master stood, Asami coming over to Rob, who held the Asian beauty in one arm, propping her up by the small of her back. From his pocket, Rob retrieved a jeweled pendant, bright and shining with a stunning amber light . The very same one he had used to enslave Cersei and the others.

Immediately, the dazzling light danced across Asami's face, the young woman taken in by it's unparalleled beauty. She gasped and smiled, feeling the sheer intensity of her Master's power within her mind once more, dark eyes now shining bright orange. "I am within you power my lord and Master." Asami chanted happily. Dreamily. Her body went limp, only staying upright due to Rob himself. "Please command me, sir, I am yours to do with you as you please..."

Korri, still kneeling on the floor, giggled at the state of her Mistress. "And people say I'm the bimbo, here."

"You are, slut." Rob said. "You're a gigantic, stupid bimbo whenever we want you to be. It's just that Asami is already under my control. There's nothing left in her to resist me, even if she wanted to." Korri giggled again and Asami continued to smile, eyes locked on the pendant. "Listen to me, Asami Sato, listen to my voice," Rob intoned. "You are an intelligent, classy woman. You value your brain and your scintillating personality."

"Yes, sir... I am an intelligent, classy woman... brilliant and charming..."

"You know I desire you both for your mind and body. Your intellect and wisdom are as important as your beauty."

"Yes, Master... my brilliant mind and beautiful body are yours..."

"You consider yourself smarter than most other women, which is why... which is why you love bimbos! You love dumb, ditzy, busty airheaded sluts! You want to lord over them with your mind and beauty, while having them serve you. It is only right that dumb bimbo sluts worship and obey you!"

When Rob had come up with the idea of instilling new desires into Asami's malleable mind, he did fear there would be some pushback. But... nope! Asami just nodded and smiled while his commands filled her head, becoming her new truth.

"Yes... yes...!" Asami's smile grew larger. Hungry and greedy, almost deranged. "I love bimbos. I love owning and commanding bimbos. I love being served and worshiped by dumb, stupid, slutty bimbos...!"

"And you want more than just Korri. You love her as your bimbo girlfriend. But you want more! You want a harem of bimbo girlfriends. And you know I am the only one who can give you them."

"Yes, Master... please, Master... give me more bimbos to play with!" Asami begged, practically drooling over her newfound desire to dominate a pack of airheaded slaves.

"Only if you're a good girl." Rob said, softly. His time coming to an end, he gently led Asami to a nearby couch, having her sit down in the plush fabric. "Only if you do what I say. Only if you accomplish my goals. Do that, and I'll give you plenty of bimbos to play with, okay?"

Asami let out a dreamy sigh, as she collapsed into the couch, eyes still glowing even as Rob put the crystal away. "Now, we both have plenty of work to do." Rob told the dazed, drooling Asami Sato. "You have interviews to set up. I have a club to get off the ground. Barely Legal is finally opening, and I would be remised if I didn't invite the two of you for the grand opening."

Korri bowed and curtsied. "I'm sure Mistress wouldn't miss it for the world, sir! She loves to parade my naughty body in public. Plus," Korri gestured to some of the art in the suite, "you can see how much she loves dominating other women."

Rob returned the smile. "We plan to launch next week. I expect to see both of you with bells on."

One final kiss and grope goodbye to Korri and Rob made his exit. Asami finally stirred back to conscious at the sound of the door slamming shut. She practically jumped out of the couch, sitting in an almost fugue state, as she processed the new thoughts and desires Rob implanted in her. Of course, to Asami, these were always a part of her. Rob was just giving her permission to express it.

Dutifully, Korri waited nearby, awaiting orders, when Asami snapped her fingers, pointing to Korri without looking and saying, in her most commanding voice, "Bimbo-bender!"

The mental transformation was instant, Korri going form dutiful and attentive to bubbly and needy, moaning and giggly as she spun in a circle. "Oh my gawsh, Missy~" She cheered, playing with her tits and her skimpy uniform. "Thanks so much, babe! This outfit is totes sexy on me!" Asami looked upon her personal bimbo slut with a newfound expression, one that Korri entirely failed to grasp. "So, um, like, what can I do for you, Mistress? Something sexy?

Asami practically growled with need, spreading her legs wide open. Even a dimwit like Korri didn't need to be told twice, the bimbo going down on all fours to lick at Asami's snatch. Yes, she had work to do, but all work and no play made Asami a dull girl. She could afford a few hours of losing herself to erotic bliss, dreaming of the day when Master finally granted her her dream of a harem of blonde bimbo fuckdolls to own.

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So, Asami didn't score exceptionally high in her poll. However, I do have a certain reader who is clearly a big fan of the Korrasami, and Asami did well enough that I do not feel bad in giving her a little spotlight and arc going forward. Plus, seeing as she is Rob's business liaison, she was definitely likely to feature more often than not.

We'll pick up with Asami and Raven later, though - along with featuring some other girls from the polls - as we're heading into another story arc next time.