Viewu Recording 1 22 2021

"Hey, good afternoon. Can you hear me okay?" Eric's voice played through her headset.

"I can hear you fine, but your video's off," Elaine replied, then took a moment to double-check whether her own webcam was uncovered and angled just right.

"I was having some internet issues earlier, and wanted to make sure I had a good connection for the call. Just a moment."

Elaine checked her face in the square labelled with her name on it in the ViewU window, making sure the full range of her tan skin tone could be visible, and the ViewU algorithm balancing the camera's brightness wasn't thrown off by her hair. She wasn't particularly strong about her appearance for an internal call with her colleague, but knew she'd have other video calls later that day, so she'd tied up her hair after lunch to show more of her button-up dress shirt. To balance out her efforts, she also took delight in the work-from-home luxury of wearing sweatpants.

Not long after, a meek-looking man about 5 years her senior, sporting rectangular glasses and a navy polo (nearly black on camera) appeared in the square labelled "Eric" alongside her in the ViewU window.

"There we go," he added. "So yeah, I wanted to chat with you after sending you my proposal to leadership last week. I'm planning on bringing it up towards the end of the all-hands meeting in a month, and I wanted to get your feedback. Did you get a chance to read it?"

"I did, let me pull up my notes..." Elaine knew she had to power through this. Eric never took constructive criticism well in team meetings. Any time an idea of his got shot down, or anyone interrupted him, he'd go silent for several minutes. While Elaine recognized that she practiced more patience with him, and he tended to show more maturity around her, she feared how well a private call focusing on criticism would go.

"For my key areas of concern, let's start with the goal. Our director recently brought up her goals for the 2030 initiative, and it's not mentioned anywhere in your proposal, so I think you should at least align your proposal with those goals."

Eric just quietly looked down, and perhaps it was a visual bug, but Elaine couldn't detect any semblance of defeat or resentment. She figured she may as well keep going while she could. "There were also a few errors with your graphs on pages 7 and 8. The first one didn't seem to have anything to do with your arguments, and the second one doesn't have its axes labelled. And if you want to go the extra mile, the whole proposal could use more cohesiveness, or relevance to the core issue you're addressing. That's my overall feedback.

A small, fast-moving, dark blur was dancing along the bottom of Eric's screen as they sat in silence. It occurred to Elaine: Eric was... taking notes? What's next, Elaine thought, was he going to start listening in team chats without interrupting?

"Thanks for that helpful feedback", he finally remarked. His head tilted back up, and his eyes darted to different corners of his screen. "Next, I'm just going to pull up something quick here and share my screen."

Elaine's ViewU window went black, buffering and preparing for the change. Then it changed to an overall dark gray page with white and yellow text, and a video prominently featured in the center-left, playing. Elaine gasped before she could even make out the full details of the completely topless woman sitting close to her camera in an office chair, both her hands caressing her nipples.

She froze, upon realizing that the woman's remarkably familiar skin tone, body shape, and B-cups unmistakably belonged to her. Completely stunned to even speak, Elaine stared at herself, on video, erotically pleasuring her tits. She noticed her video self's eyes had rolled up in absolute bliss, before tilting her head back and letting her mouth open wide.

Answers. Elaine needed answers. The title below the video ("GORGEOUS Coworker Masturbates Shamelessly on Webcam") and the promiscuous ads in the corner made it clear: this video was uploaded to a porn site. Which one, she couldn't tell - the site's name wasn't visible in the part of the page he was sharing, and bastard had the deleted the URL from the browser window.

"I... did you..." Elaine could finally squeak out. The swirling thoughts competing for her attention, until the thoughts turned to insults and accusations. Before they could turn into full-on threats, she asked "That can't be me, can it?", holding on for dear life to her certainty that she'd never act this way on a live camera. Before she could wait for an answer, she asked "So wait, are you planning on blackmailing me with this?"

"To your question about whether that's you, it certainly is." Eric's voice haunted her through her headset. His calm demeanor might as well have slapped her in the face. "To your question about whether this is blackmail, certainly not. I have far less underhanded ways of being... persuasive than this.

In the same calm cadence, he added "Elaine, drop now."

All at once, the strength in Elaine's body entirely gave out. Her head slumped down, as her glazed-over eyes trailed, trailing, trailing, until her eyelids finally closed. Every train of thought had completely ground to a halt, and even her steaming emotions completely evaporated. Like a stuck engine, no amount of remaining effort inside her could prompt her to begin a new thought or move a muscle. The longer she stayed like this - seemingly endlessly - all the lingering thoughts faded into nothingness.

"Elaine, eyes on me."

Like a ritual, her back and neck straightened, and her eyes opened and watched the monitor, landing exactly on his square on the screen. She watched him, and processed none of what she saw.

"Elaine, wake up."

How long was she just staring at the screen, Elaine wondered. She rubbed her eyes, and considered how many ViewU calls she already had today... and yikes, how many more later today. The only answers that the ViewU window provided were the two video feeds showing her and Eric.

Eric leaned back in his chair, grinning. "I have a special call planned for us this afternoon. Actually, I've had several special video calls scheduled for about... oh, 4 or 5 weeks now? In fact, the first suggestion I'd implanted was regarding your schedule. I've had a secret video call on your schedule every week that I've carefully instructed your subconscious to gloss over, through hypnotic suggestion."

Still in a daze, his explanation registered to Elaine like a bizarre fairy tale. Secret meetings and hypnosis? His gleeful rant would terrify her, she thought, if it had any basis in reality. A recent memory did nag at her mind, however: Last Monday, she noticed something odd. No matter how busy her Thursdays got with meetings, absolutely no one would ever schedule for her 2 pm slot.

"This meeting, though..." Eric leaned forward again, staring wide-eyed at his webcam. "After weeks of hypnotic conditioning and training, I just had to finally have a call dedicated to playing with you."

She did not join a call with the meek, pitiable man she'd normally ignore, but an gloating tyrant celebrating an early win. Even the upon hearing the word "playing", Elaine briefly dissociated with her body. For a moment, Elaine was just the name of a warm body sitting in a chair, a body that whoever "Elaine" was could not control. She blinked. Then blinked HARD, desperately clinging to any semblance of normal. Her skin felt unusually sensitive and warm.

"You know, everyone knows, how much I've wanted the respect. And what better source than the beauty of our office, voluntarily serving me respect. Not out of pity, not out of professional obligation..." He spat these last words out as if he'd been holding a bitter taste in his mouth the whole time. "But out of a beautiful and voluntary submission to power and influence."

Elaine attempted to draw on any memories or reasoning that could explain away his insane lies, his stupid drivel. Her usual efforts not succeeding, she strained her brain to find any evidence, any argument to dispel this narrative. But the more she tried, the more hopeless her efforts felt at finding answers, in turn fueling her fears that he could be telling the truth. If it could even be as easy as just denying it, why couldn't she say anything?

She considered pulling away from the computer and walking (or even full-on fleeing) away, but as soon as the idea came to mind, no amount of willpower could activate her muscles.

Elaine glanced at herself in the ViewU window, and realized that her face, small and centered in the fuzzy, blurred-out space surrounding her, had been staring at him open-jawed and motionless.

"It's not just your memory I want to play with. Elaine, feel it."

A warm tingling sensation caused Elaine to slowly rock her hips in her chair, as she closed her eyes and let out a whisper-quiet moan. She knew there was no stimulation - she was sitting in a fucking chair - but she was undeniably subject to a pleasurable sensation that radiated wonderfully from her pussy. Her body acted out all the motions that she knew a horny woman makes when she's sexually satisfied. She was sitting in her home office, but at the same time, she was lying in her bedroom with her vibrator. She was getting licked down there by Tom, like he did three months ago. She was sexual desire, slow and passionate, until she quickly came to her senses and shook her head and sat up straight.

"Elaine, mannequin T-pose," Eric quickly ordered, before she could think.

She lurched forward from her chair's backrest. Her arms synchronously shot out to her sides. Her hands pointed down to the floor. She froze in place. Among the confusion, Elaine was impressed by her body's ability to pose that quickly. She felt like a soldier with how quickly she could respond to commands. She felt... proud?

Upon this realization, embarrassment and fear struck her. Her face tensed and reddened as she struggled to hide her flustered smile. Her arms outstretched, her attention drew to how exposed her face and chest were. She watched herself in the ViewU window again, confirming how ridiculous and helpless she looked. Covering herself was impossible. Running away was impossible. All she could do was watch.

The viewU window refreshed. Eric's own window was smaller, in the corner, and Elaine's ridiculous pose took up nearly the whole screen.

And something clicked.

The woman in the ViewU window looked ridiculous. Elaine gazed on at this strange spectacle, this helpless businesswoman taking orders through her workplace headset. Her awkwardly extended arms gave her a puppet-like look. Elaine gazed on without emotion at the expression on this her face, becoming more relaxed, becoming seemingly vacant.

She wondered what it must be like, being a living mannequin, without a thought or a care in the world. How do mannequins feel being posed at the whim of others? How much do they even feel without thoughts? The woman in the window certainly didn't seem to have a single thought cross her mind. Her face, now settled on the look of someone asleep with their eyes open, remained as still as her limbs.

As she continued to consider the idea of being a thoughtless mannequin at the control of others, the forbidden types of arousal emerged from their sleep. From the darkest corners of her subconscious, thoughts and urges of voluntarily giving up her freedom, relinquishing agency over her body and mind - the kind of ideas she'd normally suppress - emerged from the shadows and taunted her.

You're listening to him and following along because you secretly want to, she thought. You want to be played with, you like being played with, it's the lack of control you desire, she thought. You're turned on by this, you fantasize to this, you want to give in, she thought. The thoughts swirled around in her mind until she couldn't tell which were hers anymore.

"Elaine, feel it again, twice as hard."

A hot pulse coursed through Elaine like an electric shock, testing the rigidity of her arms, and escaped her mouth in a passionate cry. Waves of erotic pleasure coursed over Elaine, taunted by her burning horniness over being manipulated, shaped, toyed with. Yes, toyed. She was an absolute toy, a plaything at the hands of a man holding absolute power over her body and mind. His control had corrupted her sexuality to the point where no carnal pleasure could ever compare to the sensations currently rocking her.

The woman in the window, a beautiful sight, cried out in pleasure while her doll-like figure remained locked in place. Elaine watched her moan and strain with voyeuristic delight. She'd never considered herself attracted to women, but the video of this helpless woman succumbing to her captor fueled her dark fetishistic desire.

"Elaine, buttons."

Her arms effortlessly and swiftly returned inward, and began unfastening her topmost shirt button. While she prided herself on her efficiency, she lamented that she couldn't do more while she worked. As if reading her thoughts, the voice in her ears chimed: "Elaine, O report."

Elaine licked her lips, dry from the open-mouthed moaning and breathing, and began detailing aloud a verbal record as her hands worked. Three in the last week. The first, by hand, on her back, lying in bed under the covers, fantasizing about getting railed by Tom. The second, by hand, in her office chair, reading an erotic story about a young woman taken captive by a vampire. The third, by vibrator, in bed again, fantasizing about being tied up and helpless - the idea of that alone was enough to get her off.

These details, these stories, were not her own. They were his property, and it was only right that she share the information he deserved to hear. Whether these perverted thoughts were her own, or whether she was influenced to think them, no longer mattered to her.

The woman in the ViewU window had made her way past her chest, revealing a cute black bra that nicely shaped her round tits. Elaine licked her lips, hungry and eager to eat up this visual feast of the helpless woman serving herself up, button by button, until her stuffy business top finally split apart like stage curtains, to fully display the woman's stunningly slim figure and smooth skin.

"Elaine, feel it even harder."

"Oh god!" Elaine screamed, losing track of where her mind and body were, completely awash, completely taken by unfathomable psychic energy shocking her mind, then her body, then her mind again. Everywhere she focused on her body, wonderfully pleasing sensations followed. She could clearly picture her clit getting sucked on, and the sensation pulled her hips forward, further feeding into the sexual fervor. She vividly imagined her breasts being caressed lovingly and firmly, and her hand crept up to cup herself. Her mind conjured the image of a wonderfully warm, long cock sliding in and out of her, and her body rocked back and forth as each sensation lulled her in.

Her hand crept underneath her waistband and landed on her bare thigh, coming short of directly stroking herself through her underwear. Instead, it switched between clenching at and softly rubbing her inner thigh in response to each hypnotically-induced sexual sensation. He had not instructed her to touch herself directly, and she was only to follow instructions. Her pleasure was incomplete, because he willed it so. Her sexuality, her pleasure was his to control, as it was meant to be.

"Are you willing to obey?" Even though Eric was barely visible on screen anymore, his voice alone permeated her mind, and like a sponge, she soaked it up completely and effortlessly.

"Yes", she moaned.

"Elaine, you're on the edge of climax, feel it."

She whimpered and clutched at her thigh. She leaned forward, not knowing how much more she could take, but also knowing there was no limit to the intensity, no time limit for how long she could be held like this.

Eric continued, "Will you advocate for my final report to our superiors in the all-hands meeting?"

"Yes," Elaine answered. It was easy for her to bend to such a request, so incredibly easy.

"Will you suggest that I'm deserving of a promotion, in the event that our boss suggests that you deserve it?"

"Yes," responded Elaine. He was dominant and superior, and surely deserved it. The woman trapped in the video screen agreed, as well.

"Will you relinquish all control of your sexuality, your mind, and your body to me, completely?"

"Yes," Elaine enthusiastically pleaded, knowing this to be true, now and forever.

"Elaine, you may feel your release now."

A brief, yet intense ping of gratitude dissolved into blissful stupor. A wonderfully fabricated explosion rewarded Elaine in kind for her obedience, as the pent-up sensations unleashed into an enthralling release. Elaine cried out and surrendered her body completely, buckling and moaning with after every wave of pleasure, until each wave slowly faded in intensity.

"Elaine, drop now."

She slumped without hesitation. She soaked in new tidbits and suggestions from the voice in her ears, and nodded along to each one - things to remember, things to forget, things to do next time.

"Elaine, wake up." She looked up and around, and Eric warmly greeted her, as one equally-sized square next to another. "Thank you, again, very much for reviewing the proposal. I'll appreciate your support when it comes time for the presentation."

"Oh of course," Elaine offered, still trying to get her bearings. She checked herself in the window: her hair was tied up, her shirt neatly oriented and correctly buttoned, and webcam oriented in a way that centered her on-screen. What were they talking about? There was the presentation, the all-hands meeting, the proposal... a memory popped into mind, and she jumped.

"That's right, the all-hands meeting. This'll be the first time in so long that we'll actually get to see each other in person. Maybe we can go get a drink somewhere afterwards?"

"I'd be happy to. Looking forward to it, Elaine."