So, this story is dedicated to someone I know who is in the BSDM scene. She is the inspiration of the main character and is quite a person in real life. She has a very professional life, is educated, and does well at her job. But her dirty secret is that she is a real world Domme, and she is GOOD at it. She is a real-life Jekyll and Hyde.
I need to make this disclaimer though. If you haven't figured it out, I'm a white guy. I don't have much real-world experience with real street culture, and I don't really hang out with strippers, hustlers, easy women, and party girls who are experienced Gold Diggers. The reason I'm bringing this up is that this is a Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde story that has a regular run of the mill upper middle class white professional woman get turned into a hot, streetwise, gold digging black hustler. In some of my other stories, especially Open Mind, when I tried to do this, I got some nasty emails and comments a couple of times calling me racist. I want to be up front about this, I am not trying to belittle any people of any culture, color, religion, or creed in this story. I am going for a real drastic change, not just the run of the mill smart woman to bimbo transformation. I am thinking of this as a female Super Pimp type of character, someone who used sex and sexuality like a weapon to crush people's will, break their minds and turn them into her slaves and pets. I am going to be hitting a lot of stereotypes and clichés, and some of the ideas and actions are based off stuff I looked up on porn sites.
Again, this story is not meant to be offensive or racist, but when you are writing a mind control dominatrix story based off of some internet porn and some twisted ideas of your own with almost no real life experience (in terms of street culture), you are going to get some interesting stuff. If this really bugs you, I would skip the story. If you read it and find it bugs you, well, I did warn you. Also, this is a mind control fiction website in which the main theme is making people do all sorts of perverted things either against their will, or having their free will removed and their minds messed with. If you are good with that, but not okay with how I portray someone according to a stereotype, you need to rethink what you are mad about.
UPDATED VERSION: Didn't like the first name so I changed it. Other than that the same story.
CHOCOLATE GODDESS
Deborah was in a rush.
She was always in a rush really, but today she was really in a rush. As the head of R and D in a major genetics and medical firm, she was always against the clock for the next thing, be it a diet pill, cancer treatment, or even skin treatments for one of the spin off companies. This of course was nothing new. She had always been a go getter, pushing herself hard in high school, then college and then medical school and then at the job. She had never failed yet, mostly due to her attitude and her single mindedness once set to a task.
And that was the current problem. Her career had been meteoric in her rapid rise from new hire to head of R and D due to that, but now as the head overall she couldn't focus on just one thing. She had to balance multiple projects and developments. It was a bit of a challenge to her and one she was still struggling to cope with.
She moved down the hallway and frowned at the clock. "Crap, I need to finish this and get on to the RX-93 testing. Good thing Dan is out this week, otherwise he would be grousing again about how I work too much."
She smiled a moment as she scanned her card to get into a sealed lab room. Dan was her husband of five years. They had married right after they had graduated medical and law school. Dan was a high-priced business lawyer and traveled a lot. He was driven as well, but lately had been talking about maybe easing back a bit and thinking more about starting a family. Deborah sighed. She wanted kids too, but she kept thinking that next year would be better. Dan was worried that "next year" would never come, and she was concerned he might be right. The company she worked for was not known for being the best when it came to personal time and family, and she knew if they did have children, she would likely have to quit her job.
"Well, worry about that later, for now let's finish this up." She thought as she set her coffee cup down on the table and pulled up a chair next to the microscope. She was checking some DNA samples for a new health product. The idea was that rather than use sunscreen and tan, you could add a touch of DNA to your skin to cause it to re-write itself temporarily for a darker skin, one that would resist burning. The tests had been so far positive, but some of the researchers were wary of the idea of using a DNA based treatment that was temporarily rewriting someone's DNA. The other issue was the time. While you could put it on as a cream, it took hours for it to process through the skin and have an effect. Skin, at least the outer layers, was dead skin. So, the cream had to soak down to live cells. The results had been mixed; the natural look didn't look so natural. Since you were changing the skin underneath multiple layers of already dead skin, it looked weird. Deborah was thinking that this was a dead end, but the company wanted to try it anyway.
After doing some checking, she made some notes and started to put some of the samples away. The material wasn't actually "pure" DNA, it was treated skin samples with the DNA needed and she was putting the slides away when her phone buzzed. She picked it up and said, "Dr. Allen here."
"Dr. Allen, where are you? We had a presentation scheduled for the RX-93 at 4pm and its 4:15. The rep from the board of directors is here and looking a bit impatient."
"Oh SHIT! I lost track of the time, I'm in the B4 lab, I'll be right down. Give me two minutes."
She turned and grabbed her stuff off the countertop and shoved a stopper into a vial of tissue samples. She gave it a moment's thought and then rushed out the door. "Don't have time to put it back in the right storage area, I'll stop by after this and put it away." She muttered as she raced down the hall.
She blew into the lab with a short apology and then got right to work. Fortunately, enough for her, her assistants were solid, and they had everything ready. They had taken some extra time when she ran late so it looked like they were still prepping while the board rep waited.
"So, I assume you have read up on this project, but here is the basic idea. This pill is designed to slow the human female's reproductive system down and reduce fertility in the human female. It's like birth control but it uses some specially treated DNA to cause a hibernation, if you will, of a human female's reproductive organs. She can have sex still, and can be stimulated, uh turned on if you will, but this causes the body to not produce eggs. It's supposed to be good for one month per pill, roughly thirty days give or take for the female. Birth control in a much simpler and easier way. Also, no other side effects, once it wears off, everything starts up again with no problems."
She pulled up the slide show and went through the results thus far, including some rather amazing failures that had amped up the sexual drive of the mice. The rep was of course duly impressed by her work, as always, and they got down to timeline for final testing and then production. While talking, Deborah felt the vial in her lab coat pocket. Not wanting to have it fall out while she was moving around, she pulled it out and placed it in a test tube rack nearby.
At this point, one of those happenings that the universe throws out once it a while happened. Another lab tech came in and picked up the rack the tube was in and took it into another room. He was supposed to treat some samples with the new birth control DNA and let them sit. He put all the tubes into the machine, typed in the commands and then sat back on his phone to play a quick game of Galaga. He spun around in his chair and didn't notice that his elbow bumped a binder. The binder didn't fall over but dragged over the keyboard and hit a couple of keys and then the return. The new command caused the computer to alter the mix in the last tube, the tube with the skin samples. It mixed one of the failure formulas, specifically, the formula that increased the sexual drive, into the mix. The lab tech never noticed. When the "ding" announced completion, he picked up the rack and took it back to the other lab and set it down in the same place.
A few minutes later Deborah finished her presentation, the rep gave the go ahead, and she grabbed the tube on the way out none the wiser. She did remember to replace the tube in the storage fridge and went home.
Two days later Deborah was back in the lab checking on the latest batch of samples when she noted the tube. It had changed color, and oddly enough it had even seemed to grow! Deborah was curious and began to check it out. She placed it under the microscope and examined it with several chemical reactions.
"Damn! I don't know what happened, but something stimulated the hell out of the skin DNA sample. This might be the breakthrough we were looking for!"
It was already past five, so Deborah had the lab to herself. She was getting very excited. The sample seemed to speed up the creation of cells, and if her hunch was right, you could make the body process the change rapidly, as in an hour, and maybe push off the dead skin rapidly. Like a snake shedding its skin.
