I really hadn’t expected it to work, but even if I had, who could have expected… this?
Diane and I had met back in university, she was a Business major and I was in Computer Science. We didn’t have much in common, but for some reason we’d hit it off.
It was nothing sexual or romantic, just good friends. That was how it was for the first three years, until one of my little side projects had hit big and I’d suddenly become a millionaire before I’d even graduated.
It had been Diane’s idea to form a proper company around the app, something I’d never really thought about, but three years later I had ten staff working for me, and Diane taking care of all the paperwork to keep the company running.
I’d realized early on that hiring the best people was more important than having everyone in one office, so most new people came from all over the world, with just a small core team at HQ.
That same company was now a hundred strong, with a dozen or so apps being actively developed, with staff scattered around the world. Even HQ was long gone, with the pandemic, most moved outside of the city and I was fine with that. It was really just Diane and I left in a small office space that we rented in a downtown tower.
Of course, like almost everything else, my role changed as well. I was no longer doing the development of the apps, I was just the idea’s guy now, which I liked quite a bit honestly, and let others do the hard work of actually building the apps.
That left me with lots of free time on my hands and so I needed to find something else to do with it, and that’s when I started spelunking around the dark web.
That was where I’d found the code for the subliminal message application. At first I’d chuckled and thought it was a joke, but reviewing the code showed that while it was a mess of spaghettified crap, it did seem to make some kind of sense.
Just as I was pulling a copy down, Diane had walked in. Her short hair making her face look stern even when it was a rest, her beige pants suit hanging limply off her shoulders, and her flats maker her walking almost silent across the hard surface of the floor.
I don’t remember what she wanted, it was probably some small detail she wanted to discuss, but what I did remember was thinking she looked twenty years older than she really was.
And that’s when the idea had come to me… maybe the code I’d just downloaded could open her up a little, make her a little happier.
Three days later I’d walked into her office and told her I needed her laptop to install some updates the next time she took a break. A little while later I was installing the program on her computer and when she came back from grabbing a coffee, it was all set.
I could never have realized that a simple little suggestion like “Be more comfortable at work” could go so wrong.
It had started small, she came in with some makeup a few days later, then a more form fitting top, then a little more colour, then the suits disappeared, until finally, a few months later, she’d come in to the office wearing the first piece of latex.
It had turned out that while Diane was very conservative in her public life, her private life was far different. Latex, bondage, submission, and sex… lots and lots of sex.
The first time she’d offered me a blowjob during lunch I’d almost choked on the sandwich I was biting into.
The first time I walked into my office to find her bent over my desk with her ass in the air wasn’t quite a surprising. By then I’d figured out what had gone wrong, and I have to admit that instead of trying to fix it, I leaned into it.
I added more messages until she was walking around the office in complete latex outfits, towering heels, and calling me Master.
Today’s outfit was quite nice, the buttons down the front made it seem almost like a jacket, but I knew there was nothing underneath.
Diane pushed out her chest a little and then spoke, “Hello Master, I’m ready for my performance review.”
I smiled but raised an eyebrow, “Are you?” I asked.
She blushed, then looked down and reached up to unbutton several more buttons until her cleavage was clearly visible.
I nodded, “That’s better… proceed.” I said.
Diane walked around my desk and then knelt down between my legs and got to work sucking my dick.
