u/twistedbraindrain

Emily’s submission to Sarah deepened faster than I could have hoped.

In the days following their first “play date”, the once-professional HR manager became shamelessly addicted to my pet. She started getting complaints requiring her to visit Sarah and “clear things up”. In reality Emily was making up reasons to visit Sarah in her office. I watched through the hidden cameras as Emily would immediately lock the door behind her then rush to Sarah and get on her knees with her tongue out ready to be used. Sarah would then hike up her tight skirt and grind Emily’s face into her soaked pussy. Sarah would keep this up until Emily’s face was completely glazed over with Sarah’s juices. Once Sarah lets go of Emily’s head, Emily would whimper “Thank you” in her exhausted state “ I live to please you”

Sarah had her wearing a discreet vibrating plug during the workday, buzzing softly whenever Sarah texted her. One afternoon I caught Emily in the supply closet, bent over a shelf with her slacks around her ankles while Sarah ruthlessly fucked her with a thick strap-on, one hand clamped over Emily’s mouth to muffle the desperate, broken moans.

Sarah loved every second of it and every night she came home to me, dripping wet from dominating her new toy, only to drop to her knees and remind me that she was still my perfect cum slut first.

Soon enough we started having Emily visit us. Emily would crawl naked across our house, collared and leashed, begging to lick her Mistress clean even after Sarah had just ridden my cock.

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When Emily wasn't Sarah's pet she was eagerly keeping track of the 4th floor remodeling. When the remodeling was nearly complete, Emily was buzzing with excitement and visited my desk one afternoon. She wanted to share the great news and talk about what she has to do next. She was wearing a tight blouse that hugged her perky tits, her chestnut waves loose and shiny.

“Scott, everything’s almost ready!” she said, practically vibrating as she leaned over my desk. “The big conference room is being converted into the main yoga studio, and the expanded women’s facilities will have group showers just like we discussed. I’ve already got three groups forming, morning, lunch, and after-work. I’m going to run all of them myself.”

She launched into her full plan, cheeks flushed with enthusiasm. “I’ll need yoga mats, blocks, straps, bolsters, the boob teas, incense” I quickly cut her off

“ Wait, what was that last part?” Emily's face starts to turn red as she nervously replies

“ incense, you know to help them relax” I give her a face she knows I wasn't talking about.

“ no, the boob teas? I need this explained” so it turns out all her worshiping of Sarah has made Emily envy her big natural breasts and so want to try to naturally grow bigger breasts. She learns only there are teas that could do this but instead of burning money to buy them all and drink them all she would buy a different tea for each group so it's on the company dollar and she can see if the tea works on the girls in each group.

I shake my head thinking this was crazy but if it works that'll be amazing and it doesn't change anything so it can't hurt. After that Emily then starts to talk to me about what kind of background music she wants for the yoga room.

“I want something immersive. Soft music mixed with nature sounds that help the women really visualize themselves in one of those peaceful green pastures… you know, the kind cows graze on. Wide open fields, gentle breeze, that deep sense of calm and openness. It’ll help them let go completely during the relaxation portion.”

I agreed as her phone went off and she had to walk away. I shook my head thinking “growing boobs, and cow grazing music? She must have been freaky before all this” Then a thought hit me.

Growing boobs and cows that's a hucow.

My original plan was to slowly turn the yoga groups into obedient sluts like Sarah but now that seems lazy and a waste of potential.

Why settle for ordinary pets when I could build a hucow herd?

Women with massive, heavy, leaking breasts. Cow-print outfits. Little bells. Soft, docile minds. The occasional involuntary “moo” as they are milked for me. I could sell premium hucow milk for a fortune while using the girls in the herd as play things for me and even Sarah.

Once I got home I started doing researching.

I spent hours deep in obscure forums, scientific papers on galactagogues, and underground biohacking sites. Fenugreek, blessed thistle, fennel, domperidone… I took careful notes on what actually worked and what could be enhanced. By the end, I had a preliminary idea sketched out for my special tea. My mixing key things together that were not only potent but would synergize perfectly together. Then as an extra measure I would add suggestions of their breasts swelling and feeling with milk. The placebo effect proves mind can affect you all on its own, let's see what happens when I give it something to work with.

I already knew how I’d get Emily to serve it, I told her to trust me and that I made her the perfect boob tea as she called it. Furthermore to properly test it and prove it works we need a test group that doesn't know they are drinking it. All three yoga groups should have enough people. You just have to make sure they drink it and not know about how it should affect them.

Thanks to Emily’s complete trust in me, she agreed and soon the yoga classes started. Can wait to see if this works out and I become rich.

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Emily Voss was proving trickier than I expected.

After a few weeks I couldn't seem to get close to controlling her like I do Sarah, my first pet. The hypno audio didn’t seem to fully work on her. She now greeted me with a warm, genuine smile every time I entered her office. She asked for my input on some decisions, laughed easily at my jokes, and even started bringing me coffee on particularly long days but there was no sexual tension. The plan was to make her my slutty little pet like Sarah but at most I've become her most trusted friend that she loved like a brother. I know the audio is affecting her thanks to the markers. Within the first week the marker of no bun kicked in. Instead, her thick chestnut hair now fell in soft, glossy waves that framed her face and brushed gently against her shoulders. Every time she moved, the strands caught the overhead lights with a subtle sheen, shifting like silk making her look softer.

When I changed the audio for something stronger. The marker was for her to wear clothes that fit her body better. Once again the marker kicked in within the first week of the new audio. Her usual professional blouses now clung just a fraction tighter across her perky breasts, the fabric stretching smoothly over the gentle swell with each breath and outlining the faint trace of lace beneath. Her slacks hugged the dramatic curve of her heart-shaped ass. Her clothes now subtly highlight her assets but it was enough to turn heads when she walked around the office.

Things weren't going as planned but I can work with this. With the trust she has in me, I'm sure I can get her to agree with the next part of my plan.

So one Thursday afternoon we had a chat.

“You and Sarah got that background music to help with stress,” I commented after Emily handed me my coffee. She nodded with a big smile.

“Ya it's made a huge change, can't believe I survived without it.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking. You two can't be the only women stressed out. Maybe you could start a company yoga program. The 4th floor is being remodelled. I'm sure you and Sarah could have the company expand some of the women's bathrooms to have some showers and one of the big conference rooms to a storage spot for yoga mats. That way it can be used for both.”

As I talked she seemed to get more and more excited. Once my pitch was done she started to look a little flustered.

“That’s a great idea Scott. We would have to make a few changes to the dress code so women who participate must wear proper yoga clothes… and individual showers would be too much. They would have to be group showers. You know I’m well trained in yoga. I could run the classes 3 times a day.”

As she kept going on, she became more and more excited about the idea. Then it dawned on me, I couldn't get her sexually attracted to me because she is only into women.

While the yoga program paperwork slowly crawled through the approval chain, I adjusted Emily’s audio files. Instead of falling for me, I’d have her fall for my pet Sarah.

The effect was swift and delicious.

Almost instantly, Emily was finding excuses to visit Sarah’s office. She started wearing softer, more feminine blouses that hinted at her perky breasts and slacks that lovingly hugged her thick, heart-shaped ass. She’d use any excuse to pose in ways that showed off her assets to Sarah. She licked her lip and shifted in her seat every single time Sarah walked past her glass-walled office.

My perfect little Sarah only has eyes for me and so failed to immediately notice this. So one night I brought it to her attention. After Sarah had finished draining me dry and was kneeling contentedly between my legs in nothing but her “CUM SLUT” choker, I stroked her hair and gave her the new command.

“Emily wants you,” I told her. “She’s soaked just thinking about you. I want you to take her as your pet. I know you want to be the one dominating so let loose on her. I want you to break her in and turn that sweet little HR smile into a dripping, obedient mess begging for your dominance.”

Sarah’s eyes flashed with dark delight. The remnants of her old Queen Bitch nature surged forward, now perfectly aligned with my will. A wicked smile curved her lips.

“Yes, Master. I’ll make her mine… and yours.”

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Two days later, the yoga program was officially greenlit. Emily was glowing when she came to tell me, practically vibrating with excitement, her voice husky with anticipation.

I simply smiled. “Congratulations. You should go celebrate with Sarah. She mentioned she’s very interested in discussing the program with you… privately.”

Emily licked her lower lip slowly as her thick thighs pressed together at the thought of Sarah. “I… yes. I should do that right away.”

Once she left my office I pulled up the cam feed from the cameras I’d installed in Sarah’s office for this very moment.

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Emily pushed open Sarah’s door without knocking, cheeks already flushed with excitement. Sarah was reaching for something on her bookshelf, her tight charcoal pencil skirt clinging to the dramatic swell of her ass and hips like a second skin. Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the deep, creamy valley of her massive cleavage, the black lace bra beneath teasingly visible with every breath.

When Sarah turned around, Emily froze. Sarah’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile that made the smaller woman’s knees weaken.

Before Emily could stammer out her news, Sarah closed the distance in three measured steps, the sharp click-click-click of her stilettos echoing like a heartbeat. She placed one manicured finger gently but firmly against Emily’s soft lips.

“Shhhhh,” Sarah purred, her voice low and dripping with authority. With her other hand she reached behind Emily and turned the lock. The heavy, click, sealed them inside.

Emily’s face burned crimson. Her breath came in shallow, trembling gasps as Sarah towered over her, radiating heat and raw dominance.

“I know you want me,” Sarah whispered, trailing that finger down Emily’s chin, along the side of her neck, and between her breasts. “And I’ve decided you’re going to be my new little pet. Isn’t this your lucky day?”

Emily’s voice cracked. Most of what came out was incoherent whimpers, but she finally managed a breathy, desperate:

“Yes, Mommy…”

Sarah’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Good girl.”

In one fluid motion Sarah spun Emily around and bent her over the large oak desk. Papers scattered. Emily gasped as her breasts pressed against the cool wood. Sarah’s hands were merciless, yanking Emily’s slacks and panties down in one rough tug, exposing her smooth, glistening pussy and that fat, heart-shaped ass.

“Already dripping for me,” Sarah murmured, sliding two fingers through Emily’s soaked folds. Emily moaned loudly, pushing back against Sarah’s hand like a bitch in heat. “Pathetic. And perfect.”

Sarah didn’t tease for long. She dropped to her knees, grabbed Emily’s ass with both hands, and buried her face between those plush cheeks. Her tongue attacked Emily’s pussy with expert hunger. Long, firm strokes followed by rapid flicks against her swollen clit. Emily cried out, thighs shaking violently as Sarah devoured her.

“Oh god— Mommy— fuck—!” Emily’s voice broke into high-pitched whimpers. Her hips bucked desperately against Sarah’s mouth, smearing her juices across the dominant woman’s perfect lips and chin.

Sarah pulled back just long enough to slap Emily’s ass hard, leaving a bright red handprint. “Quiet, pet. Or I stop.”

Emily bit her lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood, muffling her moans as Sarah went back to work, sucking her clit and plunging two fingers deep inside her. The wet, obscene sounds of Sarah fingering and eating her filled the office.

When Emily was right on the edge, Sarah stood up, grabbed a fistful of that silky chestnut hair, and yanked her upright. Emily’s legs were trembling, pussy dripping down her thighs.

“Strip,” Sarah commanded.

Emily obeyed instantly, fingers fumbling with buttons until she stood completely naked, perky tits heaving, nipples rock-hard. Sarah circled her like a shark, then pushed her down onto the couch in the corner.

Sarah hiked up her own tight skirt, revealing she wore nothing underneath. She straddled Emily’s face, lowering her soaked, shaved pussy onto the smaller woman’s mouth.

“Lick your Mommy’s cunt like the eager little lesbian slut you are.”

Emily moaned into Sarah’s folds and attacked with desperate hunger, licking, sucking, and whimpering as Sarah ground down on her face, using her like a toy. Sarah’s massive tits bounced as she rode Emily’s tongue, one hand pinching her own nipples while the other reached back to slap and grope Emily’s tits.

Sarah came first, thighs clamping around Emily’s head as she flooded the HR girl’s mouth with her juices. Emily drank greedily, moaning like she’d never tasted anything better.

Sarah wasn’t done.

She flipped Emily onto all fours, grabbed her hips, and drove two fingers back into her dripping pussy while pressing a thumb against her tight little asshole. Emily pushed back frantically, babbling “Thank you Mommy— please— I’m yours— use me—”

Sarah finger-fucked her mercilessly until Emily shattered, squirting all over Sarah’s hand and the couch with a broken, sobbing cry of pleasure. Even as she came, Emily kept pushing back, addicted to the domination.

Sarah finally pulled her fingers free and fed them to Emily, who sucked them clean with hazy, worshipful eyes.

As Emily lay there panting, naked, marked, and thoroughly used, Sarah stroked her hair almost tenderly.

“Good pet,” she whispered. “This is only the beginning.”

And I have a feeling Emily was going to love every second of her new life.

Sorry for taking too long , life has been rough and not in a fun way. I'm mostly better now. I hope you guys love it. I reply to all comments.