The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Owned — The Boss

By Nadia Nightside

Chapter 4

Outside the room where Robert mindfucked Quinn, he had no idea that Maria had returned from her trip to retrieve him lunch.

He had no idea that she was listening in, fingering herself to the sounds of Quinn’s indoctrination, taking every new word from her Man as gospel.

With Joslyn under his control, there was no chance of being fired, and so Maria had dressed in as risque an outfit as she ever had at the office. Her blue skirt was daringly short, barely covering her tight bubbly ass, and tight smoky stockings led down to tall, dark heels with blood red bottoms. She had foregone a traditional blouse altogether, wearing instead a tight, form-fitting sky blue satin negligee beneath a pin-striped jacket. A living office fantasy, just for her Master. She’d woken with the thought, hot and terribly immediate, of him driving into her and filling her with his babies right on top of Joslyn’s desk.

Maybe Joslyn would be g away her savings, her office, her everything while they did it, fingering her cunt and wetting the papers with her hot cunt juices as she got off to watching her Master and Mistress fuck.

Now she knelt right next to the door, hearing the soft moans of the transformed Quinn as her Master mouthfucked her against the wall. The wall was load-bearing, and still it shook from his force.

God, he was so strong. Her pussy melted thinking of his strength, his power. She wanted to walk in right that instant and praise him, worship him for taking Quinn as his own, just as he deserved. And yet she waited, still toying with her clit, as she thought of how perfect it was that he had made Quinn forget about Caleb, made her want to break up with him.

Other men just aren’t good enough for a girl owned by you, Master.

Her words, cooed over and over to him over the past several days, now finally instilled in him so remarkably well that he was implanting the same command into his new slave.

She had such influence on him…and when he incorporated it into his perfect conquests like that, it only fueled her unending fire, her lustful hunger for more.

Maria’s mind blazed with possibilities as she listened to her Master claim another perfect slave. Her fingers worked frantically between her legs as she imagined the glorious future stretching before them—a future where Robert’s power would reshape the very fabric of society.

She pictured armies of impossibly beautiful women, all crafted by his divine touch, serving his every whim across a global empire. Presidents’ wives would abandon their husbands to crawl naked before his throne. Supermodels would beg to be made even more perfect, their enhanced bodies writhing in synchronized worship. The most powerful businesswomen in the world would liquidate their fortunes just for the privilege of cleaning his boots with their tongues.

And Maria—gorgeous, brilliant Maria—would stand at his right hand as his Queen of Queens, directing this paradise of flesh and submission. She would wear crowns of diamonds torn from the earth by enslaved mining heiresses, draped in silks woven by the trembling fingers of former fashion moguls who now lived only to dress their betters.

The thought of Hollywood starlets competing desperately for his attention, their surgically-enhanced bodies pale imitations of Maria’s naturally perfect form, sent waves of orgasmic pleasure through her core. She imagined them weeping with gratitude when she deigned to let them service Robert’s magnificent cock, their careers reduced to nothing more than elaborate auditions for his harem.

Every woman of power, of beauty, of influence—all of them would kneel before what Maria had recognized first. What she had claimed first. What belonged to her as much as she belonged to him.

The sound of Quinn’s muffled moans grew more desperate through the door, and Maria’s fantasy reached its crescendo—a world where feminine submission to Robert’s power wasn’t just natural, but mandatory. Where every government, every corporation, every institution would exist solely to serve his pleasure and Maria’s cruel whims.

She bit her lip to stifle her own cries of ecstasy as she came hard against her fingers, the vision of absolute dominion burning behind her eyes like a beautiful fever dream.

Soon, she thought breathlessly. Very, very soon.

Some part of her had felt a remote sense of guilt for how she had treated her old “boyfriend” Fernando. Breaking his heart so thoroughly. Encouraging him to recognize that without her, his life was worthless and not worth living. She suspected she had driven him to suicide, and some mortal, moral part of her had flashes of regret in the past few days that she had been so extreme.

Now, though…with this revelation, she felt her reality shifting. She was not meant to be mortal, and morality, as she cooed so often to Robert, truly was just for those not as perfect as him...or her.

She stood up, strutting easily in her tall, tall heels. Natalie was at her desk, slowly fingering her clit to a series of images of Robert and Maria fucking. Her darling little sister had been using the camera all weekend. Some day, the images she gathered would inspire the stained-glass windows in a church dedicated to Robert’s cock. Maria flashed her a wink, and Natalie moaned.

The good little girl showed the proper deference to Maria. Robert was so good at showing his slaves who ought to be in charge.

Maria picked up her phone at her desk and called Joslyn. The blonde had been too exhausted—after Robert’s marathon fuck-session—to come to work that day.

There was more than a little satisfaction in the recognition that Maria had never felt exhausted after fucking Robert. Spent, certainly, and completely content to wrap her luscious body around his and nap. But never exhausted. He had made her better than that.

The lack of willingness, on his part, to make it so Joslyn would not be exhausted quite excited her. More hierarchy. More power play. More proof that Maria was better than all other women for Robert’s service.

Joslyn’s voice was chipper and alert when she picked up the phone, though. “Maria? Is Robert there? Can I speak to him? I had so many dreams, and—”

“Quiet. It’s time for you to listen, all right? He’s given me very specific instructions. Can you go to the hospital today and visit Kyle?”

Her tone had some disgust in it. “I suppose. Do I have to? I don’t really want to see him very much anymore, and—”

“Shush. Just listen for a moment.”

Maria took a breath, relishing this moment. Taking charge for her Man. Doing what needed doing so that his Will, his True Will, was carried out. Morality was the lesser, for those not strong enough to please her Master. She would rewrite morality, become the new High Priestess of His Cock, speak from a podium to an audience of thousands of the true religion and the true morality—that only service to Master mattered. Her cunt soaked at the thought, knees knocking together.

“There’s something very important you need to do…”

“I’m sorry, Sheriff,” said Robert, not sorry at all, “but I’m not going to just let you look through our files. They’re confidential. Our clients would be very displeased.”

Beneath Joslyn’s heavy wood desk in her office, Quinn was doing a superb job of sucking Robert’s cock. Her lips, newly plush and thick, were the perfect warm, wet vacuum to serve his thick rod. It was late in the afternoon, and they were about to close. Sheriff Hanson and his wife, the deputy Luciana, watched Robert with no idea that he was receiving the fellatio.

It had been a full day—transforming Quinn from an overweight, anxiety-ridden mess into a self-confident beauty queen was not easy, but it was a lot of fun. He had called Caleb halfway through the day and told him to take the rest of the day off, Joslyn’s orders. Quinn could break up with him over the phone later tonight.

Maybe by text. Ending a several-year relationship in such an offhand manner excited him. It would certainly please Maria. He could fuck her while she moaned out other, more callous ways to treat Caleb for daring to think he had any ownership over one of her Master’s first slaves.

The sheriff put his hands on his hips. “And how displeased do you think I’m going to be if you don’t let me look at them?”

Robert smiled. A week ago, such talk might have intimidated him. But he was being sucked off in secret by a woman who could out-do any actress on the silver screen, made that way entirely by power he alone possessed. Were he not so preoccupied with the blowjob, he might have just made Sheriff Hanson forget all about coming to this office.

Still, the man had a gun, and so did his deputy wife. She was a looker—twenty years the Sheriff’s younger, a delectable Latina with a terrific pair of breasts. Her uniform hid her form, but it was clear she worked out, and the thick tangle of brown hair streaked with blond highlights made it obvious she enjoyed how she looked.

Women didn’t put that much care into their hair unless they wanted something to show off. When the sheriff wasn’t looking, Robert winked at her. She bit her lip, containing something—a protest? A moan?

Robert could fuck her the second he decided to. He emptied another long load of precum down Quinn’s throat, imagining putting Luciana on her knees before him.

“Sheriff,” he said, breath heavy, “unless I’m mistaken, as a law-abiding citizen, I shouldn’t have anything worry about one way or the other. And unless I’m very mistaken, your displeasure shouldn’t have an effect on your job. Unless you’re telling me that you’re letting personal bias decide cases for you?”

Quinn let out a soft little moan as Robert unloaded another heavy mess of cum. Talking had ruined his concentration. The sheriff looked too angry to have noticed, but it was clear that his wife had heard something. Robert shot her another quick wink, and enjoyed seeing the blush that crawled up her skin.

He made the women in his vicinity aroused so that they came near. Then he could touch them and change them however he wanted. More and more, the rules of normal culture seemed to stop applying. He had, at Maria’s urging, seriously started to doubt whether he was actually human.

“Don’t you start telling me how to do my job, you shit. Why the hell are you even in this office?”

Because he deserved it. Because he had earned it. Because of his strength and power. Maria was outside, looking on at the episode, and even so he could hear her shadowy, sultry voice massaging every part of his brain.

“Joslyn is off for the day,” he explained. “I’m in here to take her calls. And her callers, I suppose. Did you want to leave a message for her?”

“Tell her that the next time I come in here,” said the sheriff, “I’ll expect full access to the files of this company.”

“And she will tell you, haha—” Quinn was swallowing, her esophagus suckling gently against his cockhead. The sensation was incredible. “—she’ll tell you that you need a warrant.”

The sheriff clearly thought Robert was laughing at him. Maybe he was.

“You better get your act straight, you pissant, or I’m going to lock you up for obstruction of justice.”

Maria was at the door now, gesturing for the two officers to leave. “Goodbye, Sheriff. Deputy.”

The sheriff had stormed by her on his way in. Now he looked, openly, and Maria pretended like she didn’t notice. She definitely didn’t care. Her body was made for the adoration from others, and the more that the sheriff was intoxicated with her, the less trouble he would be to manipulate later on if need be.

She was such a perfect partner for…whatever this strange sex dance was becoming. Robert felt a wave of lust and love for her, watching her perfect countenance sneer at the backs of the police as they left. His cum left him again—that immediately, that easily even after cumming just seconds before—cumming to the sight of her, only her, for her, even as it was Quinn who did all the mouthwork of getting him off.