You will have to forgive the occasional shift of point of view. Most is told from my point of view, but bits of it are told from Tony’s. I think the shifts make the story flow better, as third person just lacks the elements of internal motivations and sensations.
My name is Jan Ardwater, CEO of Boudicca Athletic Wear, plus sized athletic wear for women serious about their workouts. I am one of those women, 48G-40-46. Let me tell you, before I came to the market, no one was making clothes for us.
I had found the male chauvinist pig head of our sales department (Tony), had been hosting some files on our company server. They were hypno-reels. Audio-visual files that were supposed to both help women relax and if you believed his bullshit, turn them into sluts. I had to make sure they weren’t anything dangerous or illegal, so I watched the first of them. It really did help me relax. I started watching it daily.
There was no way around it, I knew my productivity was up, my creativity was up, my tension was down, and I was having to struggle to keep from bouncing when I moved and singing to myself. I had to admit that video of Tony’s really did help me relax. I mean he was a total asshole and objectified everyone. Who openly checks out their boss when being dressed down?
I giggled. My nipples were so hard right now. Tony was an asshole, I could never admit how happy and powerful I felt to know that my body got that much of his attention, even in professional settings.
I went to check my email before hitting the gym, when you have a body that is genetically coded to the lush and curvy, there is a constant battle to keep the curves in the curves and not do the Jello creep. One of the secrets to success in dieting is not to play. Your body is going to settle on a weight range that is healthy, but with exercise you can decide where and what form that is going to take. I am an office worker, and long hours at the office means I cannot count on being able to work out after work, so I build in break time to spend working out. It allows me to take advantage of an extended work day to work with east coast clients and suppliers and pacific rim suppliers without sacrificing me time.
There was an alert. It seems Tony had some new files. I checked to make sure I didn’t hear anyone in the hallway. I wasn’t feeling guilty or ashamed of wanting to check out the new files, exactly. I had shared the files with my assistant, then with the rest of the girls on the team when she started talking about how energized it made her feel too. I know it was wrong, as they weren’t my files, but since Tony put them on MY server, I didn’t feel too bad. All the women seemed more pumped, more energized at work in the last week since I shared them.
Maybe I would see what the new files were before I went to work out. I just felt a rush, tingle, and blush that didn’t suit the image I wanted to present. I looked, there were three files, one was audio only. It was called “Workout Helper”.
I blanked for a second. Something urged me to download this and use my earbuds to listen to it while I worked out. That was impossible! The one file of Tony’s that I listened to made me feel very sexually aroused, and that is part of what I did work outs to burn off. The last thing I want to do was make the problem of a non existent dating life worse.
Funny, as I was deciding this, I had been downloading it onto my Iphone. I smiled. Good for me. I felt an odd rush of pleasure, like I had accomplished a minor goal that cleared the way for a major one. I shook my head. I would get my head clear of all this fog with a good workout!
I put on my exercise wear, and looked at myself in the mirror. In the commercially available stuff I had the choice of looking like I was a stripper, or that I had no business being in the gym. My product line was for curvy women who were serious about working out. You cannot work out if your workout wear makes you ashamed of your body. People who love their body care for it, people who are ashamed of it neglect it. I was proud of my work.
I strode into the gym and set myself up on the bike to work out. I put in my ear pods and slid my phone into my armband with the Workout Helper playing.
I heard Tony’s voice again. God how I felt my energy level just start to rise, like a tide rather than a rush. I started to work, letting his voice and the effort of starting to work my muscles and get the blood flowing.
I heard his words wash over me. I could hear him talk about how working out kept my ass tight, how when I bent over a desk to make a point to one man, every eye in the room looked at how my skirt or slacks stretched over my tight ass. How every man, and no small number of women thought about keeping me bent over that desk. About fucking me, about spanking me, about putting that ass to the use that my hard work made so very desirable.
I wanted to object, thought about taking out the earbuds or shutting off the words that made my core fill with a burn that had nothing to do with cycling, and everything to do with long ignored needs.
“Wouldn’t you like to sprint now? Wouldn’t you like to go hard until you can’t take it anymore?”
His command snapped, I didn’t consciously hear his command. I responded. Part of me wondered what I responded to. The rest of me lunged into a sprint. I pedaled with fury, gave my all to the effort.
His voice talked about feeling the burn, needing to feel the pain to earn my improvement. About how my body showed how much work I had put into pushing into the pain to make my body better for men. About how I wanted to show men how I could push into the pain to please them in other ways. How wonderful it would feel for all those men who looked at my body and wanted it, to see that ass they admired so much spanked, to see it whipped, to see me pushing into the pain to prove how much better a woman I could be.
“Good girl, now slow down, cruise and relax. You are beautiful, you are desirable, you are obedient. Wouldn’t you like to show everyone how beautiful, how desirable, how obedient? I think you want that more than anything, don’t you agree?”
Tony had slipped into the exercise room, knowing his T shirt showed off too much middle aged spread, but his heavy muscles still showed the athlete he was. Moving to the universal, he began to work his legs, pushing the heavy weight as he watched his boss sprinting desperately, eyes wide like some trapped animal.
Oh she was listening to his workout loop, and it was working. Soon he was going to be ready to make his move. Soon she was going to be his. He watched as she switched to winding down, switched to internalizing the triggers, the motivations he had set. He geared everything he did to her own motivations, not trying to break her down, just trying to take all the dammed up potential and frustration he saw in her and direct it to a place she could do both of them some good. She needed it. Bitches like her became bitches because they had to be to succeed, that just made the slut that was written in their genetics grow starved and wild, beyond all control as it got more and more neglected.
The right man could tame that beast before the woman even knew he suspected it was there. The right man could use that beast to tame the woman. After all, it didn’t matter how bright they were, how strong they were; if they forgot they were also a cunt, controlling that delivered the whole woman.
She got off the bike, looking so distracted. Her nipples stood out of the exercise wear so powerfully that he wasn’t sure how they didn’t tear through. Her sex was showing a very distinct dampness unrelated to sweat. Her hands were showing the fluttering of desperate birds as they unconsciously attempted to caress the awakened parts of her flesh, and her conscious mind blocked them.
Tony stood and walked over to her.
“You look great Jan, you were really giving your body a workout there. I guess its leg day for both of us. You really must be putting a lot of tone and shape on back there if that is the effort you put in every day.”
Tony said, pushing the limits of acceptable with the breezy unconcern that made the other gym rats, a mix of most of the women executives and all of his sales team he had flat out ordered to be here for this workout.
“Wouldn’t you like to show me how tight that made your ass?”
This was it. If the triggers hadn’t worked, if any part of her was still able to analyze what was going on and remember one of her employees was talking to her like this in front of her own long standing creative and production teams of women, and his own imported sales team of men, she would shut him down, and probably fire him.
Instead, she turned and placed her hands in the universal gym pull down machine, clinging to the ropes like they were cuffs. She stuck out her ass and arched her back, hanging by the supporting ropes, her breasts hanging in the tight sportswear, her ass presented to Tony with the sweaty sports wear looking like body paint more than clothing.
Running his hand over her ass with an appreciative murmur.
“An ass like that is too fine not to be admired more often. You should wear this around the office sometimes. It would do morale for my team a load of good, and maybe light a fire under all the women to step up their own efforts to match yours, don’t you agree?”
The second trigger caused my mind to both agree with Tony’s suggestion and decide it had really been her own thought all the time.
“Yes of course. I think casual Fridays should allow any of our staff to come in our products. I will even give an extra hour of on the clock gym time to anyone who wants to take advantage of it!” Jan flushed with both pride and joy as if this decision resolved some conflict inside of her.
Tony spanked her ass hard.
“Good girl!” Tony said, spanking her ass hard a second time.
“You have to push into the pain to be a better woman, you have to prove you are the better woman to deserve to be in charge, don’t you agree?”
Tony said. I moaned in surprise.
“Yes, I have to. I have to prove it. I have to be the best girl.”
Tony spanked her hard a dozen more times, leaving her a moaning mess. Then he got up, and caressed her ass gently.
“Don’t you think its time to go to your office and review those other files now Jan?” Tony asked softly.
I got up and smiled brightly. “Yes of course!”
There was another file, a video file to review at the office. Besides, I was so worked up that I think I needed to see if I had batteries at home for my vibrator. I hadn’t used it in ages, but I really feel like it was going to get dusted off and driven hard tonight. First, I had a file to review. I was a good girl.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w382lj/self_caught_ceo_2_the_workout_f30m45_mind_control