She submits completely

"I knew this the moment I started crying in your office, Master. I am yours. I am your ****. I can only hope to be worthy of you, Master.” She says.

A quick mindbrush revealed that she had often visited many pornographic websites on the subject of women being controlled and dominated, on company time and company computers. With the gift Dak had given you, you could easily protect her from retribution should it be discovered. Yes, you feel the wisest course is to accept her, and the responsibility that comes with her.

“You’ve been so honest with me, Kim. Now I want to be honest with you. I have a power. A power which would let me change things about you. I would never use it to harm you, but I want you to know that your fantasies can come true if you want them to.” Kim gazes into your eyes, and you let her be aware of your presence in her mind.

“Take me, Master.” she says, her voice a half-moan of desire. “Keep me. Change me. Alter me to your desires.” With your hand on the back of her head, you make a few minor alterations, removing some inhibitions and useless things like jealousy and the tiny claustrophobic twinge she had felt upon entering the washroom. You also make yourself the only man she could ever desire, though she will be open to sex with females as well. He saw that she was a little ashamed of her nearly flat chest and wished she could be a little bigger, especially for her new Master. That, too, was easily changed, and tears of joy streamed down her face as she suddenly found herself sporting a B-cup chest. You pull down her panties, depositing them on the sink as you kiss her, and she comes to orgasm again, though she is unable to form even the word “ayah” with your mouth over hers. She sinks to her knees, undoing your belt, then your pants, pulling them down along with your boxers. She gazes lovingly at your cock. Seeing a drop of fluid at the tip, she extends her tongue and licks it off. Your cock jumps at the contact, and she jumps in surprise. You chuckle warmly, giving her an encouraging caress. “I love you, Master.” she coos before taking the engorged head in her tiny mouth. Its girth stretched her lips, but she pressed on, **** to get it inside her. You reach the back of her throat with only four inches in her mouth. She was a neophyte when it came to fellatio. She didn’t know how to deep-throat yet. It didn’t matter. You pull out and draw her toward the toilet, where you sit. Her three-inch heels slip on the porcelain until you begin to hold them in place with the power of your mind, but she is finally able to straddle your hips. She slides onto you, her tight body gradually accommodating itself to its new owner. She cries out, but you make sure the sound never leaves the room. You begin to gradually pump her up and down, and she rides you just as she rides the waves of pleasure coursing through her brain. “Ayah! Ayah! Ayah! Ayah!” she cries as she has her most intense orgasm of the afternoon. You erupt within her, your semen nearly scalding in its heat. She flops limply against you, helpless, unable and unwilling to resist anything else you might do to or for her.

“You’re a good little pet, Kim.” You sigh, running your fingers through her dark hair as you both calm down.

“Thank you, Master.” Kim sighs sleepily.