Showing posts with label identity death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label identity death. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 9, 2021

Change In Management

Every new technology comes with its own risks and advantages.  While the technology may change, people are still people.  Some are ethical, some are not.  And how they make use of that new technology is up to them.  Some do so aware of those risks, some do so only thinking of the advantages...

Change In Management

Richard Dawes turned in minor aggravation at the latest alarm notice to pop up on his computer screen.

 

"What now?" he grumbled.

 

This alarm though was different.  Flashing repeatedly in bright red to orange to violet it was impossibly eye catching.  And worse, he couldn't click it off.  He had to enter his company ID and password to get into it.

 

"That's different..." he mused, still annoyed at the interruption to work as BetaDyne's CIO.  "This is so not my job." he continued grumbling to himself.

 

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Board Meeting



For this one, I had the image of a hypersexual bit of elegant debauchery and objectification in mind.  I've long liked playing around with the inherent power disparity in a corporate / business setting.  The boss - male or female - taking advantage of their subordinates and using their power over the helpless man to have their way with him.  Women in suit dresses are a major turn on for me to start with and the idea of a female or male executive feminizing and emasculating one of their subordinates and turning them into a sexual plaything for their pleasure only ads to that turn on.

Here, I wanted to explore just how far that "turning them into a sexual plaything" could go and how to take the objectification even further.  I like how it turned out.  Please leave a comment to let me know how you think it turned out!

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What price is too much to pay for becoming the real life realization of your deepest fantasies and dreams? And if you'd become that vision would it really matter whether or not you'd ever actually had those fantasies and dreams? And wouldn't objectifying yourself further only add to that perfection and bliss?

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Board Meeting.

Her Mistress ran her fingers along Jennifer’s cheek and then lightly flitted them over Jennifer’s nicely puffed and well glossed lips.  She smiled at the gurl.  It was a wicked and leering smile as well as a proud and reassuring one.  Jennifer was already in such an enveloping haze of lust and arousal that she barely registered her Mistress’s touch.  She did however, register the tug on the leash clipped to the collar around her throat as her Mistress, Carol, led her forward into the Board Room.  Jennifer eagerly minced along behind the wonderfully shapely ass of her Mistress.  Carol looked so very commanding and sexy in that over the knee length black skirt, tailored business jacket over her fitted white blouse, and her seamed Cuban heeled stockings ending in the five inch heeled stilettos.  Jennifer would’ve happily followed her Mistress anywhere – were she wearing such an outfit or not but especially when she was.  Considering Jennifer’s current state, it was apparent she’d already followed her Mistress to some truly life altering places.  Her Mistress was proud of that.  And Jennifer loved making her Mistress proud.

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Time To Move On


Time To Move On

This one is something a bit different.  I've wondered what would happen when the dominant partner realizes that it's not transformed submissives he - or she - is really into but transforming submissives.  And what, then, becomes of those transformed submissives?

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Lisa began to slowly wake up.  It was as if a heavy fog was slowly receding all around.  She rolled over on to her side in her bed and that was when she began to realize something was wrong.  As her anxiety swelled it forced her to become even more awake and she rolled over on to her back again.  It took her a seeming eternity of near panic over the wrongness she felt before she realized what had happened.