Let’s let her simmer

“Kara, sweet Kara,” I spoke mockingly, “I think we can find a few ways for you to serve me… but first, I need you to listen to a few commands for me, ok?”

Kara stared blankly ahead and replied in monotone, “Yes, master, I‘ll listen.”

I wanted Kara to be a little lab bunny for me. In order to get valuable data, I really needed a control group, but that seemed awfully tedious. A more general experiment would suffice. I decided to carefully word my commands to not alter her arousal or submission levels outside of the alterations from AQI. Now, that didn’t mean I wouldn’t put any fun commands into her pleasure-addled little brain. I just needed to keep my alterations minimal and generalized. My goals were to make her a good worker, make myself the only outlet for her arousal, make her aware that her arousal and submission aren’t normal, and finally, make her unable to seek help, expose me, or run away.

After a few moments of listening to Kara’s rapt breaths, I had planned out my commands. “Kara, you will happily accept the barista job at less than advertised pay when I offer it to you. You will love your job and never quit or miss a shift without permission.

“If I call you in to work, you will come in as soon as possible without raising the suspicions of others.”

“You will forget the bike, and this room exists when you leave it. If I tell you, ‘follow me to the bike, Kara,’ you will obediently and immediately follow me to this room and get on this bike without question.”

“You will always tell the truth when I ask you a question, and you will never feel like my questions are unusual.”

“You will not find anything unusual about me, any of my employees, or any of my companion's actions or appearances. You will rationalize anything you see as reasonable and ordinary unless I tell you otherwise.”

“You will wear any uniform or abide by any dress code I set without any question or thoughts.”

“When you’re working,” I spoke slowly, “you will mask your physical feelings, personality, and emotions under a facade of what you believe the average employer and customer would perceive as the perfect barista. You will still be yourself under the facade, but outwardly, you’ll be a perfect and happy employee and barista. You will adjust your facade based on any advice I give you while you are working.”

“Any advice or suggestions I give you will seem completely normal and reasonable.”

“You can only break this facade and return to your baseline personality when I say the words ‘it’s break time, Kara.’ When I say the words ‘back to work, Kara,’ your perfect barista facade will instantly take back over.”

“When I tell you, ‘it’s quitting time, Kara,’ or you leave the gym after your shift has ended, a different facade will take over,” I explained. “Under this facade, you will mask your physical feelings, personality, and emotions and act in a way that your friends, family, and acquaintances would regard as normal for you. You will be incapable of disclosing any details that could raise suspicions about you, the gym, myself, my employees, this room, or any of my girlfriends.”

She just kept mindlessly pedaling while I continued to feed her commands. I knew these commands were incredibly wordy, but I felt it was necessary to close as many loopholes as possible. I made a mental note to add them to a macro. With her job and my safety taken care of, it was time for the fun commands.

“You will be aware of any changes to your physical and mental state after getting off of the bike, but you will only be able to outwardly show it when I directly give you permission to drop your facade personality by telling you it’s break time while we are in private.”

“You can masturbate if you want to, but only when it won’t arouse the suspicions of others,” I continued. “You can masturbate and act on your feelings of arousal even when your barista personality is in control as long as you can hide it from everyone but me.”

“When you masturbate, you will only be able to edge yourself. You cannot orgasm unless I am touching you. You will not realize you are edging yourself. You’ll just think you can’t cum without help.”

“You will not have romantic or sexual contact or relationships with anyone but me. If needed, you will make whatever excuses necessary to alleviate the suspicions of others accustomed to this contact or relationship with you.”

”Lastly, you will actively strive to protect me and my business from harm by informing me of any dangers from loopholes in yours or other's programming or suspicious people in or around the gym.”

“Now wake up and step off of my bike, Kara,” I commanded her with excitement.

Kara slowly began lifting herself off of the bike after slowing her legs. The second she broke contact with the seat, her body fell limp. I thought she fainted. Luckily, I was close enough to catch her, and I lifted her limp form off the bike and laid her gently onto the soft, padded floor.

Taking a closer look, I realized she didn’t technically faint. Her eyes were open but unfocused, and she responded to the touch of my hands with strained moans between her rapid breaths. Her bare feet and legs twitched arrhythmically.

“Can you hear me, Kara?” I asked. She didn’t respond verbally, but she weakly nodded her head as her eyes struggled to focus in the direction of my voice.

I figured the temporary aphrodisiac booster at 200% AQI would be pretty brutal, especially when coupled with exhaustion from the intense pedaling. The exhausted girl would probably need a few moments to recover before going further.

On a whim, I decided to try a trigger phrase I implanted. “Back to work, Kara!” I commanded.

The previously immobile girl instantly jumped up, which caused me to yelp in fright involuntarily. I quickly stood up and met her eyes. To my relief, her face bore a genuine pleasant smile. If it weren’t for her rapid breathing, painfully erect nipples, and the obvious wet spot on her bottoms, I’d have no idea this was the same girl twitching in **** arousal seconds ago.

“I’m sorry, sir!” She exclaimed in a bright, bubbly tone. “I did not mean to startle you. I’m just so excited you’re considering me for the opportunity to work here!”

“This is wild!” I said in disbelief.” A few seconds ago, you were… You know what? Never mind. The job is yours if you’ll take 50% of the pay I advertised. You don’t have the experience I sought, but I think you’ll be easy to train.”

“Oh my gosh! I’ll take whatever you think is right,” she said while bouncing on her heels. “I promise I’ll be a model employee for you, sir!”

I smiled and watched her barely supported tits bounce along with her. She definitely noticed my gaze, but she just kept smiling and bouncing until I looked away. Whether she continued because of her subconscious arousal or because that’s what a perfect employee would do by her definition was beyond me.

“Alrighty then,” I replied. “You’re hired, and your first shift starts now. Follow me upstairs, and we can get started with some… training and, uh, onboarding questions.”

She happily agreed, and we went up to the loft level. I motioned for her to sit on the couch while I pulled an accent chair out of the corner and sat in front of her. My brainwashing commands were working because her sitting half-naked on a sofa in a locked concrete room with a 4-poster bed should have raised hundreds of red flags.

“Okay, I’m going to jump right into it before the temporary effects wear off,” I said nonchalantly while trying to gauge her reaction. “What are you thinking beneath your barista facade? And don’t worry, you can talk freely here. We are in private.”

“Yes sir, I’ll remember it’s safe to speak freely in this room with you,” she replied nonplussed. “I’m afraid the real me isn’t thinking at all right now. She’s far too horny to think for herself.”

I took a closer look at my new… employee. The masked personality seemed to work incredibly well, given the circumstances. Besides a slight sheen of sweat and fast breathing, her face bore no signs of excessive arousal. The rest of her body was a different story. The mask couldn’t hide the involuntary muscle twitches, flushed skin, and ever-increasing wet spot on her bottoms.

“Do you feel that same level of arousal?” I asked.

“Yes, but I’m disconnected from it somehow… It’s hard to explain. It’s like 99% of me is overwhelmed by the feelings, but 1% is on autopilot hiding the rest.”

“Is that 1% strained to the limit? Would you still be able to keep it together if I played with your pussy, for example?”

“For the most part, I would be able to keep it together, I think… but my body is currently at the cusp of an orgasm. I may have trouble hiding an orgasm!”

I reached my hand out and slowly leaned towards her crotch. “Spread your legs, please,” I said quickly.

“Yes, siiiirrrrrr!” She moaned as my hand made contact with her crotch.

She wasn’t lying when she said her body was on the cusp. A few quick strokes through her clothes were all she needed. She lost composure for only a moment, but she quickly recovered herself and acted as if nothing happened. Her glassy eyes and my wet hand told a different story, though.

I removed my hand and watched with surprise, and she slipped her hand into her soaked shorts. I gazed at her quizzically.

“Is this uhmm ok?” She asked cutely, “I have this weird feeling that you are ok with me masturbating at work when the real me needs to… as long as no one but you sees me and I don’t cum!”

I realized she hadn’t been fingering herself earlier only because her body was already on the edge. “No, that’s fine, I encourage it!” I smirked while replying. “This is the strangest conversation of my life, but I like an employee who can express herself sexually around me. As long as you don’t go crying sexual harassment if I watch or help out.”

“Oh no, sir! I’d never do anything like that to you,” she said with surprise. “I’m happy doing whatever I need to be a better employee for you, and I’ll never let anyone get suspicious of you!”

She was quite a sight sitting in front of me, legs spread, with a respectful smile on her face and her hands down her skimpy shorts. I only had about 10 minutes until the temporary arousal boost started wearing off, and I wanted to explore her real personality with that intact.

“It’s break time, Kara,” I spoke her trigger phrase to return to normal.

Kara froze briefly as her alternate personality faded into the background. After a short moment, she collapsed backward on the couch. Her eyes went glassy and unfocused while her smile faded to a little O shape.

“Kara, can you hear me?” I asked.

“Mmm yesssss, maasssterr.” She strained to speak.

“Why are you calling me master?”

“Feeellls right… I-I feel soooo obedient, massster,” she moaned while her body shook and writhed in need. “T-this isn’t r-right though… what did you… uh, do to me?”

“Shhh, don’t worry, pretty girl,” I patronized her. “Just strip for me and spread your legs if you want me to fuck you.”

She quietened down and obeyed with desperation. Her shaky hands and legs struggled to remove the skimpy fabric from her perfect body. Her swollen, glistening pussy came into view, followed closely by her painfully erect nipples. I stopped her from removing her cute pink stockings while I began undressing myself. As my cock bounced free of its confines, her breath hitched, and her hand pulled away from her pussy. The involuntary twitches of her thighs told me she stopped because she reached the edge of orgasm.

“Do you want this inside of you?” I teased as I watched her glassy eyes follow my cock side to side.

She nodded dumbly and tried to speak, but no words came out, only a sharp, high-pitched moan as her eyes begged me fuck her.

I didn’t need to ask her how horny she was on a scale of 1-10. She was clearly on the verge of orgasm at a 9.9 or higher. I wondered if the 200% AQI limit was right at the cusp of 10/10, which I assumed would just be constant orgasming and unconsciousness.

I chided myself for overanalyzing the situation again. I was wasting time that would be better spent enjoying Kara’s hyper-aroused body.

She had her legs straight up in the air with her swollen pussy displayed and aching for my cock. I grabbed her legs and pushed them forwards and apart as I slipped my cock into her hot, wet folds.

Her back instantly arched, and she came silently as my dick slowly disappeared inside her exceedingly tight pussy. For the next few minutes, I fucked the delirious girl and watched as she gradually became more and more of an active participant. By the time the temporary portion of the AQI effects had worn off, she was still too horny to speak. Her eyes now sparkled with **** need and adoration as her body endlessly begged for more.

Finally, I could hold out no longer. I groaned and came deep inside Kara’s unprotected cunt. I collapsed onto the couch beside her as my cum began to leak from between her spread legs.

We were both out of breath, but Kara broke the silence first.

“What the fuck did you do to me, master?” She asked accusingly with a raspy voice.

“What do you mean?” I feigned innocence.

“Don’t play dumb, you fucking pig!” She tried to yell angrily. “I’m alone with you in your fucking gym, and all of the sudden I’m in heat, and… god I’m still so horny I can barely mmmm think, dammit!”

I smirked as her hands betrayed her and found their way to tease her cum filled pussy. “Let’s just say I gave you a very special signing bonus. I think you're going to love working under me.”

“You’re a bastard, and I’m going to…”

“You’re not going to do anything,” I interrupted her. “You’re going to be my obedient… constantly horny… perfect employee. And you’re going to love it. Think about it deeply; you’ve already called me master; think about being my **** and tell me how it feels.”

Her breath hitched with each of my derogatory remarks. The poor girl couldn’t resist the pull of the AQI effects.

“Oh… please don’t make me say…” she struggled to hold on to her dignity as the tell-the-truth command burned through her resistance. “I-I do want to be your ****, master.”

The girl shrank into the couch cushions with shame. I just smiled and began telling her about her new life and job.

About an hour later, I walked Kara to the front door. During our chat, I confirmed her baseline arousal was now an 8/10, but as she edged herself, she kept a steady 9-9.5/10. She claimed the only thing keeping her from endlessly begging me to use her was an **** feeling of submissiveness. She had fought against her programming weakly and tried to convince me to put her back to normal, but she slowly realized she wasn’t sure she wanted to go back.

I handed Kara her work uniform and a remote control vibrator. “Wear this tomorrow and be here ready to work by 8:00 a.m.,” I ordered and grabbed her hand. “Also, don’t rub your pussy raw while edging for me. Use this when it needs a break.”

Her new submissive tendencies made my commands exceptionally arousing for her. She grabbed onto my arm for support. “Yes, Massster, I will obey… are you sure you don’t want me to stay? You can fuck me again if you want… please?”

“No, go home and get yourself ready for tomorrow. We will be doing more training, and I want you well rested.”

She pouted but turned and began walking out. As she stepped out of the door, her normal facade personality took over. Her body language instantly shifted from pouty and defeated to a powerful haughty walk consistent with her old bitchy persona.

I quickly followed her out before she left earshot. “I almost forgot!” I yelled and grabbed her attention. “You belong to me, now and forever.”

Her scowl faded into a blank stare, and she replied monotonically, “I belong to you now and forever, master.”

Then she did an about-face and continued walking to her college apartment.