When he first began his undergraduate studies, Mark quickly established himself as a man to watch. Soon he was considered a brilliant budding psychologist by all his peers.
But then in his junior year of college, very high and very distracted at a party, he had come up with a revolutionary approach to the human mind. He tried to tell it to his girlfriend, but she didn't believe him. It obsessed him more and more, and she grew tired of hearing it. As did his advisors and eventually most of his teachers and friends. He barely graduated. People around him told him, in ways increasingly more direct, that he needed to let his dream go. The human mind was too complex for the sort of tricks he wanted to play on it. Him becoming the new Isaac Newton of cognition just wasn't in the cards.
But he knew he had something. He continued working long and hard on the twists of consciousness. He took dead end jobs, his relationships failed. It took him 10 years, until his early thirties.
Then one morning he felt he finally had it perfected. The delivery method was so simple: writing. Just human language itself was enough to rewire the mind.
At long-lasting thought he had perfected away to embed ways to contain triggers for deep psychological changes into text ads. If it worked it could make him millions. But he had to try it first.
The way it worked was, it would tap into the subconscious with offensive statements and then ride that wave to reprogram people when they didn't even realize they were being reprogrammed.
To try it out, he had to create the most offensive online ad possible. If it reached its intended target, 35 to 50-year-old men, they would quickly start sending him money without even realizing it or remembering it.
He posted the ad.
"Single white unemployed male magic cumlord seeking hot fit women to be one of his many total and complete come sluts. Winners will have successfully obeyed every single order. Auditions held daily. Show up at this address for more information."
He added a bitcoin account number, for the anonymous donations he hoped to trigger many men into sending him. Because the online site required it, he added a street address that was pure fiction.
Holding his breath with excitement, he clicked "Submit."
And it was done.
He leaned back in satisfaction. If this worked, and it really seemed like it would, he would never have to work jobs that were beneath him again. He could be free to research and revolutionize the world.
That finally was enough. He could rest.
He went to sleep, to see what would result in the morning.
He was woken at 8 AM to a knock on the door. He looked through the peephole, one eye still blurry from sleep. He saw a rather anxious and pretty young blonde face.
"Yes?" he asked without opening the door. He hope this wasn't some feminist upset at his ad.
"Can I come in please?" She asked with a note of tension in her voice. "Or see you? Or however it works? I'm here to audition for the position of..." she looked around to see if anyone could hear her, "come slut," she whispered.
Mark felt his cock stir in his pants. He blinked. "Okay, who put you up to this."
"No one, honest," she said, her muffled voice coming through the door. "Let me prove it to you."
He snorted. "Yeah right. Show me your tits then."
She immediately opened her coast, showing two bare beautiful natural breasts above a fit and sculpted stomach. Her nipples budded with excitement. "I'll show you anything else you want," she said hopefully. "I understand that's how it has to work."
The stirring in his pants became a raging harden.
Okay then, he thought, this was at least worth checking out further. He opened the door.
Her face was beautiful, even the beads of sweat that appeared to be coming down her forehead. Her blonde hair fell on either sides of her beautiful neck. She was dressed in a trenchcoat that only barely hid her figure. What little he could see of the rest of her was amazing. Her still open coat showed the top of a bikini bottom that barely existed.
"Do you like how I look? I so hope that you do," she said. She turned around to show her body from the back. Her trench coat ended just above her ass, showing long tanned tone legs ending in high-heeled pumps. "I dressed like I think a come slut should. I was so happy to see that ad. I've been waiting for this my whole life and I didn't even know it. How weird is that!"
"Weird," he said numbly.
She looked at him expectantly. "How many positions for come slut are still open?"
Mark's eyes were completely wide-open now. He had nothing to say.
"Is something wrong?" She asked nervously. "That other address was fake. That was part of the test, right? A lot of sluts wouldn't bother to track your IP address to your actual address. I would. I'm dedicated! And I've got a smart brain, to go with my hot body that I've been working on for years."
"I can see that." He examined her. "Are you--are you sure this is something that you want?"
"Beyond sure! I've been trying so long to find a good man, your ad need me realize that what I really need to do is be a good come slut. Is there still room for me? How many positions are open?"
He swallowed. "Only the one."
"Then are you going to hire me? Please? I will do whatever you want. Whatever it takes to get the position," she said. "I'm ready, willing and able."
"What are your qualifications?" he asked.
"I gave you my resume. I have to have sex with you today. I need this. Today is the last day. I will do whatever you want. Whatever it takes. I'll make you come so hard. I promise," she said breathlessly.
"You promise what?"
"I promise I'll be the best come slut you can imagine. I'm begging you to make me a come slut."
"Okay," said Mark as his brain sped to catch up with his rapidly hardening dick. "Can you, can you show me your whole body?"
She nodded eagerly, and opened her trenchcoat. Underneath she wore only a single G string. She was indeed incredibly fit. Her waist thin and stomach flat, her posture straight. Her waist was slender, her body completely toned, and her tits sat full, high and proud on her chest. Her nipples were harder than ever.
She bit her upper lip, fearful. "I've been so horny since you put that ad out. I hope you don't mind that I've been warming up for you. I've been driving for hours trying to find your address, while thinking about what I would do to you in order to pass the audition."
No one else was in the hallway in his apartment building. An idea occurred to him. Now was the time to really check if this wasn't some sort of plot or prank. Would she display her body for him in the hallway without even asking to come inside his apartment yet?
"Show me your pussy," he said, half-hearted.
She smiled eagerly and pulled her panties down.
He was immediately conscious of how she was standing. Not showing her entire pussy or spreading her legs very far.
It was time to see just how far this would go.
He leaned down and put his hands between her thighs, parting them more. She moaned and stood wider. A pair of small, shaved lips came into view.
Without asking or saying a word, he reached directly towards her pussy. He extended his finger to almost touch her.
She gave a little whimper and moved closer, grabbing his hand with both of hers and directing it into her groan. When he touched her outer lips she moaned. She was wet as the ocean.
He leaned down and put his finger in her slit, stroking her.
He made up his mind. "Why don't you come on in and we can discuss the, uh, audition." Not really a difficult decision.
"Oh yes, thank you!" she said with great relief.
She came inside. He shut and locked the door behind her. She turned towards the locking sound, looking even more excited. She dropped her trenchcoat, and pulled her hair into a ponytail, and bound her long beautiful blonde hair on top of her head. Her arms raising to tie her hair raised both her beautiful biceps and angled her chest.
The effect was quiet intentional. She lowered her arms and ran her fingers around her nipples. "Mmm, I can't wait to show you how well I can serve you in every possible way. You can't know what a relief it is to finally have a purpose in life." She watched his eyes and licked her lips. "I'm so ready."
She looked at his crotch, and reached for his belt buckle.
Not quite believing his own reaction, he grabbed her hand.
Even more than her beauty, the amount of power he had was dawning on him. He had a chance to exploit it.
"We aren't there yet," lied Mark. Really, she had already passed any conceivable audition.
She nodded, eyes wide, contrite. "Oh yes sir, sorry sir, I didn't mean to... to imply that I was anything other than a plaything to indulge at your whim."
"I do like the sound of that," said Mark. "But let's start the audition." He took her by the hand and walked her over to his couch. She sat down on the corner of the couch, and he sat next to her. She held on to his hand as she let her toned thighs drift open, first smiling shyly and then licking her lips. When she saw he liked that, she brought his middle finger into her mouth and began to suck it.
He groaned. His dick ached for her. He didn't know how much longer he could resist. But he still wanted to maintain his powerful position over her, just for the fun of it.
He pulled his finger out of her mouth and brought it to her breast. "Play with yourself for me."
She began to fondle her nipples, and, when she saw this excited him, wet her fingers with her tongue and let them wander all over her firm breasts.
"Oh, it looks like we have a good girl, who's a good slut," he said.
"And I want to be your come slut, sir," she said. She pressed her breasts together, showing him her hard nipples, like a present for him.
"What do you want, slut?"
"I want you to fuck me, sir."
Mark stroked her cheek, then ran his fingers through her hair. "Of course you do. You're a slut, and sluts love to be fucked."
