75) Pleasing Your New Boss (1st year audio)

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You stop at the mirror for a last-minute check before stepping out of the house for work. You want to make sure that you look really good for your boss, and you find yourself saying as you straighten your tie, I must always please Nautica, and the jolt of pleasure which courses through your body makes you smile, as it always did every time you said your new mantra. And you thought back to the first time that you caught yourself saying your new mantra.

It was only a week ago, but you were a completely different person then. You had been in the elevator at work at the end of a long day, and you were watching the numbers change as the elevator descended to the parking garage. Watching the numbers count down completely captured your attention.

Your tired mind involuntarily began relaxing, and you were vaguely aware of an erotic anticipation building inside of you. The elevator car stopped at its destination in the parking garage, and as automatically as the doors opened, you declare out loud, I must always please Nautica. The shock and the fear of what just happened was rivaled by the wave of submissive bliss that flooded your mind and your body.

You fell back into the elevator and steadied yourself against the walls of the car trying to catch your breath. What was that, you ask? Did that really just happen? Nautica is your new boss at work.

And yes, you do and always have wanted to please her with your work ethic and commitment to the company, but you knew that was not what you meant as the counting was going down. You want to please her, to please Nautica, that's what you meant. And you shivered at that thought.

As you tried to regain your composure, you wonder what that might feel like, pleasing Nautica. You had never behaved anything less than professional when the two of you had interacted in the office, but what would it feel like to submit to her, to truly acknowledge her superiority and give in to your desire to please, worship, and obey her? Wait, what? You were confused and aroused.

The elevator doors suddenly closed again before you could exit. You huddled in the corner of the car as it returned to the 11th floor of the building. You tried to tell yourself this was only a trick in your mind, a side effect of working long hours for many straight days.

Still, and yet, you did not dare take the elevator down again. You go back to your office, and you lie down on the couch. And you just lie there thinking, wondering, what happened to you? Sleep finally takes over, and Nautica appears in your dream.

She looks quite different, dressed in a shiny black latex cat suit, and you observe her training a slave, a male slave, the slave naked and kneeling submissively before his owner. And with a snap of her fingers, the slave bows, obediently, eager to please his owner. Nautica smiles and looks up from her slave and over at you, and she speaks directly to you, soon, this will be you, I promise.

The following day, while at work, you have this odd feeling, like you are the slave that was in your dream yesterday. Your colleagues notice your distraction and give you a good-natured ribbing about the crazy night you must have had. You laugh along with them to hide the concern you have about how accurate their comments are.

It was a crazy night. What had happened, or what is happening, or what this all means, or why it felt so good last night. In your dream, it just felt so incredibly good.

More euphoric than anything you'd ever felt before. And as you recall and replay in your mind the dream from last night, it turns into a daydream. And the scene from last night begins to replay in your mind, and you find yourself bowing before Nautica, you are the slave in this dream.

Are you ready to give in, slave, and to experience the unrivaled bliss of submission to a gorgeous and dominant woman? I can sense how desperately you want me, and how desperately you want to be mine. You know I hold the power to make that fantasy come true.

All you have to do is confess. Say it. Her emerald green eyes seem to pulse with hypnotic power, sending you deeper into a submissive stupor.

And then an elbow to your ribcage jolts you back to reality. The guy sitting next to you at the meeting noticed that you are daydreaming, and wanted to get your attention and bring you back to reality. Unbeknownst to you, someone had asked you a question, and everyone was staring at you.

And the woman who has the office across the hall from yours asks, are you alright? You start to answer as you look around the table, and then your eyes are caught in Nautica's Your boss, your superior, who is sitting across the table, knowingly, with her eyes, as if she has been reading your mind. Uh, excuse me, you say, confusedly, as you rush out of the room.

What is going on with me, you say under your breath. You bark out at your personal assistant, what's on my schedule for the rest of the day? And you hurry back to your office to collect your coat and hat and briefcase.

And you had forgot to even listen to her as she reads out all of your commitments. You knew you weren't going to any of them anyway. Cancel, cancel, cancel, you say, cancel them all.

You had to get out of the office and get your head together, get away from her, from Nautica, your boss, your superior, and possibly your mistress, maybe, if you are really, really good. Wait, you shook your head violently and steadied yourself against the doorframe. Your assistant speaks, are you alright? But she sounded far, far away, and you nod quickly and you take a deep breath.

And you head down the hall toward the stairs. There is no way you dare take the elevator now, because things were already seeming to spin out of control. And then, there she is, in conversation with a pair of visiting executives from another company.

And you walk past her in the hallway to get to the stairs. There is no other way around to get down to your car. Oh, you think, why hadn't I taken the elevator? And then, having a conversation with yourself in your mind, you say, no, you are acting ridiculous.

Look at her. She is an attractive woman. Alright, she's freaking gorgeous, hot as hell, but she is a business professional.

She is not a dominatrix. She is your boss. And you tell yourself, all you need to do is just walk down the hall, walk right past her, to the stairs, go down the stairs, into the parking garage, into your car, and drive home.

That's it. And then, you can take a long, cold shower, have a drink, get to bed early, clear your head, and you will be back to yourself tomorrow morning. You are a professional.

You are successful. You are confident. You are not some lovestruck schoolboy.

You're just tired. You've been working a lot. You have been staying up late, putting in long hours.

You just need a chill night, and you'll be fine. And you're fine now, and you know it. Everything is okay.

This is all in your head. And to prove it to yourself, you look right at her beautiful profile as you march toward the exit, admiring the way her hair is lightly pulled back, her full lips, and those imperious, yet inviting, emerald green eyes. I wonder if she saw me, you think.

You were staring, and you thought for a second that her eyes flickered in your direction. And then, just as you are about to pass the group of people, she turns and steps directly in your path. And the file that she is holding launches out of her hands up into the air, spilling paper documents all over the hall.

Automatically, you reach up and catch Nautica in your arms to prevent completely bowling her over. She reaches out to you in places, one hand on your arm and the other against your chest, trying to regain her balance. And the two of you sway dangerously close, like two lovers, dancing, after sharing a bottle of wine.

And then you are both again, steady on your feet. It had only taken a second to regain balance, and you quickly release your grasp of Nautica's irresistible body, and she continued to hang on to you for a second longer than necessary. And you thought you caught a hint of a smile as she looks at you, almost as if she did it on purpose.

Her plan. My file, she says, simply breaking the trance. The whole encounter happened so quickly that the two execs that Nautica had been conversing with were still in mid-sentence, as you drop like a rock to your hands and knees at Nautica's feet to collect the papers that you had knocked out of her hands.

Oh, thank you. And you suddenly experience the familiar feeling you had last night in the elevator, the same exact feeling of mind-melting, submissive bliss as it coursed through your body. And you had never felt this before, out of this world, unexplainable bliss.

And you freeze for an instant, as the shocking realization that your dream of being on your hands and knees before Nautica desperately desiring to please her has just come true. There you are. And as insane as it seems, you now understand with complete clarity that Nautica is slowly but surely turning you into the slave that you had dreamt about, and another blast of pleasure rocks your body twice as hard this time, as this thought coalesces inside of your brain, and this makes you gasp out loud.

And you rock back on your haunches, offering to Nautica the papers that you had gathered, and you have a dazed expression on your face. Thank yous, and luckily I caught myself in mid-sentence, because I almost called you something and gave away what is really on my mind. As I give you a knowing and approving smile and take the papers from you, that look on my face, leaving you feeling a bit uncomfortable yet excited.

Now go back to your office and wait for further instructions from me. And you think to yourself, right now could be my only chance to escape, whatever mind fuck is being placed on me by my boss. And you tell yourself that you need to continue to exit down the stairs out into the parking garage and get in your car, instead of going to your office, as Nautica had instructed.

At that very moment, as you look up at me, and I am looking down at you, I give you a beautiful smile, subverting your attention and replacing your thoughts with mine, and it feels so good. Yes, Nautica, you surprise yourself as you answer, in response to Nautica telling you to go back to the office to wait. And you slowly rise to your feet and turn and walk back to your office.

And behind you, you can hear one of the executives snickering at how Nautica had completely owned you, but you don't care. I must always please Nautica, you murmured softly, as you hang up your coat and your hat and sit down at your computer, and you welcome yet another blast of intoxicating submissive pleasure as it washes over your mind. It is intense and seductive, and even as you contemplate ways to escape this strange new addiction, you obediently wait on this undeniable she-god, eager for her to further enslave you.

At 6pm, your personal assistant knocks timidly on the open door of your office. She has stayed later than usual out of concern for you because of your very strange behavior today, but she has to go home now, so she is checking on you one last time. Is there anything that you need before I leave? There is nothing that she can do, unless she knows how to break this weird power that Nautica has over you.

You shake your head and you send her home, and you silently watch your assistant turn out the lights, and you just sit there, staring blankly at your computer, and you think a couple of times about getting up and leaving, but each time you do, Nautica's last command echoes inside of your head, go back to your office, and wait for further instructions from me. Everything would go against her wishes, and although you do not understand why, you accept that you cannot disobey her, disobeying her would displease her. I must always please Nautica, you declare out loud again, relishing the mind-altering bliss that spreads throughout your body every time you say that now.

And these blissful feelings are becoming addicting. And realizing that escaping is pointless, you try a different approach, and you begin searching through company records on your computer to find out anything that you can about this mysterious woman that you are suddenly obsessed with. And your search through the company records reveals nothing, but what is even more curious is when you expanded your search online, you still found nothing.

No social media, no past work history, nothing. No records of her at all, nothing. It is as if she has never even existed before coming to this company, and you bang your fist on the desk in frustration.

You are a problem solver, and this mystery agitates you, not to mention you are tired and hungry, and yes, you have to admit, more than a little aroused. Even though you are no closer to understanding what Nautica has done to you, or even how she has done it, it is very real. With one simple command, she has imprisoned you in her own office, and she has done so just as effectively as if she had placed a slave collar around your neck and had chained you there herself.

You recognize the danger of indulging such thoughts, but you can't help it, and you imagine how pleased your boss would be.