“Well hello there Robin…” I said with a sly smile.
Robin pulled her mask string through her teeth before tossing it to the side, “Hello there yourself…” she replied with a wicked little smile as she sauntered over to me sitting on the couch.
She started to dance, swaying her ass, cupping her tits, to the unheard music in her head.
I almost felt sorry for her, almost.
She’d retired from being a sidekick a few years ago, rejoining society and settling into a normal 9 to 5 job as a receptionist at my law firm. Things had been fine for the first year or so, but little things just seemed off about her, it took me that long to figure out what was going on, and when I did, I wasn’t sure what to do about it.
In the end thought, I decided it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
Getting the subliminal soft installed on her laptop was easy enough, all I had to do was “upgrade” it to a newer model that I had setup before hand. Getting on her work phone was similarly easy, her personal phone was harder, but not that much so as she had no reason to distrust me.
It didn’t take long after that for the messages to seep into her mind, with a good 10 to 12 hours of screen time during the week between work and just general doom scrolling, along with another few hours a day on the weekend.
The messages were simple to start, “Trust your boss”, “Feel sexual attraction to your boss”, “Do what your boss tells you to without question”, “You have no secrets from your boss”.
Once it was clear those had taken hold, I added more detailed ones; “You want to dance sexily for your boss”, “You want to strip for your boss”, “You want to dress up in costume for your boss”.
And then finally, more direct ones; “You want to suck your boss’s cock”, “You need your boss to fuck you”, “You’ll do anything to be your boss’s sexual partner”.
She started stripping in front of me, taking off her costume piece by piece until she was naked in front of me. Then she sunk between my legs and got to work stripping my pants off of me before sucking my dick.
When I was good and hard she stood back up, moved forward to straddle me, before lowering herself down on my shaft.
She gasped and looked directly into my eyes, “Oh god yes! Fuck Robin’s nest baby!” she cried out.
I leaned forward and took one of her nipples between my lips, taking her other breast into my hand, as she bucked her hips forcing me deep inside of her.
After a few moments she pushed me back deep into the couch, bracing herself on the back of it, she raised her hips up until I was almost outside of her, then pounded down hard. She repeated the motion again and again, fucking herself against me as hard as she could.
Finally on one down stroke, she cried out, her back arched and her whole body shivered as she orgasmed. When it was over, she collapsed onto my chest and let out a huge sigh of contentment.
I brushed her hair and played with her tits a bit until she finally slide down between my legs and gently suckled every last drop of cum out of me.
I smiled down at her and gently stroked her head as she did so. As I said, I was almost felt sorry for her, she was just too good at sucking and fucking for me to actually feel sorry for her.
