No, you're going to investigate HR

"No thanks Julie," you say, heading toward the elevator. "You were a really big help though, I appreciate it!" you say, trying not to notice how creepily familiar her good-bye wave to you is almost as though she expects to see you again soon and in less...professional settings. You smile as the elevator doors close and shake your head a little once they block vision of you, thoroughly creeped out. Oh well, in a few hours it won't be your problem anymore so you aren't going to worry about it. Inside the elevator you see buttons for 32 floors, plus 3 basement levels, and a device for you to swipe your key card.

You've already decided to head to HR so you swipe your card and wait. Almost immediately the elevator starts to play soft music and you wait for it to begin its ascension...except it isn't moving! The elevator is just sitting still, playing that soft musical tune while the floor number shows no change at all. You push the button for floor 8, that was the floor Julie said HR was on right? The elevator stalwartly remains still. You frown in annoyance, the blonde ditz probably gave you a bad card! You hit the button to open the elevator doors, but nothing happens. You sigh in frustration and slump down to your knees, suddenly feeling exhausted. What horrible luck, the elevator is stuck and you need to call for help. Normally you'd be freaking out, feeling a lot of fear and anxiety, but right now you don't feel any of that, you just feel tired. The music is calm and relaxing, and there's this pleasant scent on the air that making it really hard to worry about anything right now. You can just call for help, there's a button designed specifically for that. No need to worry, no need to get up, or open your eyes. Just press that one button and do what the person on the other end tells you...

Press

"Like, hello there!" asks the voice on the other end. Oh, it's Julie, perfect, she got you into this, she can get you out. "Good job, you turned on the emergency call system! Sometimes people get too sleepy to do that!" her voice giggles through the intercom and you feel like you should giggle too. Silly people, getting so sleepy that they forget to call... You yawn and slump to the ground, stretching out on the weirdly comfortable floor. Kinda sleepy yourself now that she mentioned it though...

"I'm sorry for being so naughty, but you have such a nice body...I couldn't help myself! I just had to trick you cause you're so sexy! Please don't be mad at me," Julie tricked you? Well you did have a _really _sexy body, so you suppose you couldn't be too mad at her. "Don't worry, everything will be much better once you learn to stop thinking and start giggling!" She giggles and you feel the urge to join in...you manage to yawn a little but that's it, you probably have too many thoughts still. "Go ahead and just fall asleep...um...I guess I never got your name did I? Oh well, I already know what your name's gonna be! It's-"

You didn't hear that last part for as soon as Julie said to go ahead and fall asleep everything went soft and fuzzy.

When you woke up you were sitting down in a comfortable chair with some kind of helmet on your head, watching a really weird really..._compelling _screensaver. After a few moments of staring you found yourself trying to move your arms but something was gripping them, keeping them bound to the chair. It wasn't uncomfortable though, and though you were a little freaked out, you were much more interested in how the colors in the screensaver kept...melding, flowing together and apart. It was like it was forming some sort of pattern, and you could just figure it out if you only stared...a little...bit...longer..."You're awake!" said a sudden voice, at once familiar and unfamiliar. You, of course, recognized the high octave breathy voice of Julie, but for some reason her voice wasn't as annoying as you remembered, or as ditzy...actually she sounded happy and wonderful and you idly started to wonder how you could get your voice to sound like that...

"W-what's going on?" you ask, trying to taper down on these bizarre and comforting emotions and focus on the fear and confusion that's still prevalent. Though that is getting harder and harder the more you watch the screensaver...

"Silly Pussyslut! I'm brainwashing you to be my ****! Duh!" You blinked a few times, not quite sure you heard that right.

"What?! Julie that...you can't...why are you?"

"Shhhh, don't be so hysterical now Pussyslut," Julie's voice coos in your ear now and you can feel her hands on your shoulders, massaging you in time to the fluctuations of color on the screen. You relax and decide to try that again without being so hysterical this time.

"Julie that's wrong. You can't brainwash people, it's wrong...why would you do this?" you ask, squirming a little as Julie's hands move from your shoulders to your tits, massaging them and pinching your nipples. You struggle not to moan.

"That's silly Pussyslut! You're a silly girl! If Mistress says something it must be true, and since I'm your Mistress, something I say can't be wrong! Also I totally already told you why! Cause your body is super hot!" She punctuates this with two firm pinches on your nipples and you cry out in pleasure. You have to admit she does have a really good argument there. If she can brainwash you, then she's your Mistress and that means it isn't wrong that she can't. So that means it isn't wrong to brainwash people...which means...your head hurts. It's easier for a silly girl like you to just stare at the pretty screensaver and just listen to Mistress...

"I guess so Mistress...but why are you calling me...pussy slut? I'm not...a slut..." Mistress just giggled at you, making you want to giggle too, but the screensaver was so interesting you just kind of chuckled twice and went silent, staring into the colors with a vacant expression.

"That's your name silly! You never told me your name when we met, so that means I get to choose it, and I choose Pussyslut, cause you're like, totally gonna be a slut for my pussy!" That...actually made a lot of sense. Since whatever Mistress says is true then if she says your name is Pussyslut, there's not a lot you can do to argue against her, and why would you? It's your name after all, you shouldn't be ashamed of it. You giggle aloud. You're such a silly girl...

"I can still...resist your brainwashing Mistress. You won't break my will..." you said, smiling vacantly as the colors whirled and danced before your eyes. You might be a slut for Mistress's pussy, but you weren't her ****! You just had to figure out a way to escape, then you could lick and finger Mistress's pussy all day of your own free will...

"Silly girl! Watch the colors. Do you, like, know how many colors there are? Like a bunch! Too many colors to resist, but I'm a good Mistress, so if you can count all the colors for me then you can be free. If not, you have to be my **** forever and never resist ever again. Okay?" You give a big dopey smile and nod your head, Mistress is playing with your pussy now and it feels soooo good. She must have been planning on doing this to make it so you couldn't count all the pretty colors melding and shifting, whirling and twirling in front of you...but Mistress was a little silly too, she didn't put a time limit on you. So that meant you could just sit here all you wanted, letting Mistress play with your horny little pussy. Watching the pretty colors. Cumming all your brains out for as long as you wanted before you actually started trying. You had all the time in the world. The idea made you giggle loudly before a low moan cut you off...