Musings of a mind fucked pet
*Note – This was inspired by another story I read years ago called Bred by
My Secretary.*
I had asked HR to hire a new assistant for me. I was amazed when I saw Finley’s resume. She was the most qualified candidate that I had ever seen. In fact, with a couple years of experience, she would have been much better suited to apply for my job. I needed someone right and way and someone that was good; so, I had her hired without even needing an in person interview.
Finley arrived on her first day of work dressed to the nines. It was raining outside so she had an expensive shiny Mackintosh and matching rain boots on, as she entered the office. She seemed to keenly noticed how excited I was by the shiny nature of the material of both her coat and boots, because she slowly took it off and hung it up right in my line of view. When she removed it, I could see that she was extremely beautiful and athletic, I imagined that she had been a gymnast at one point. Her body was rock hard from ass to legs and arms, which I could see under her beautiful designer short circle skirt.. Her silk blouse highlighted the pert perfection of her tits and her eyes were hypnotic, her lips luscious and her hair lustrously beautiful. She was an absolute goddess.
She came into my office and dropped her pen, she purposely bent over with her ass presenting in my direction; so that I could see that in lieu of panties or a thong, she was wearing shiny spandex shorts. Again, a rush of excitement flashed through my body from my head right down to my once again hard cock. As we started discussing her role, she asked me questions about what I was working on. For some reason, I felt compelled to tell her and show her everything. She even boldly made some suggestions on how we could improve what I had prepared for presentation to my clients. While my upper head told me I should be saying no, my lower head said, “What a great idea, Finley.”
It had been a month since Finley started, every day when she arrived I got instantly hard. I was finding it harder and harder to come up with ideas on my own. Finley always had better ideas than mine. I found myself volunteering to do things that the assistant would normally do, while she made improvements to my work. Finally, one day I completely forgot to show up to a meeting that I had with my bosses to review my presentation. I was out getting coffee for the office, that’s what bosses do, right? Fortunately, Finley went and presented for me, in fact, she wowed them all. When she returned from the meeting, she went into the bathroom and changed into a very shiny dress and boots. She entered my office and began chastising me for failing to show up. She told me it was unacceptable and had me get down on my knees to apologize to her. I told her I would do anything to make it up to her.
It’s been two months since Goddess Finley started working for me. Well, actually now I work for her, as her assistant and submissive. She was kind enough to keep me on at a 50 percent cut in pay well 25 percent goes back to the company and the other 25 percent goes to her for her being willing to train me. I have relinquished all but the “servant’s quarters” of my house to her, as well as my car. I can ride in with her or take the bus anyway. She lets me clean and worship all her shiny clothes and boots and cuckolds me when she invites real men to come over and fuck her on what used to be my bed. It is the best hiring decision I ever made.

Musings of a Mindfucked Pet
I had been away from my goddess for awhile. I had let the distractions of the so-called real world get in the way of my submission. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t been thinking about Goddess Finley night and day, I just hadn’t been kneeling hanging on her every word, her every command and doing and thinking anything to please her. Truth be told, she had been in my mind the whole time. Every thought I had, opinion I had or decision I needed to make, I had been thinking what would Goddess Finley want me to do.
Even when I dated or tried to serve others, I could only get aroused thinking about my one true goddess – what she would want me to get hard to was all I could get hard to, what she wanted my fetishes and beliefs to be were all I could think or feel excited about. Dating had proved useless as no woman could excite me the way Goddess Finley could. I found myself fantasizing about the crushes goddess wanted me to have when I was with others. Kissing a date made me limp, in fact any intimacy did. In fact, the only time I got hard with any of them was when I accidentally referred to them by the name of one of the crushes Goddess Finley had chosen for me, I would just go home and masturbate to what I knew Goddess Finley would approve of.
Trying to serve others was useless. Their voices, commands, beauty and power did not excite me. I kept topping from the bottom, trying to get them to train me like Goddess Finley but it never was the same. I longed for my goddess night and day.
Now, I am back kneeling before the most perfect 34c.24.34, 21 year-old goddess in the world. I love her voice, it is like listening to birds sing or hearing a beautiful symphony. I love her athletic, gymnast body and only crave obsessions that are perfect and toned like her. I am addicted to her power over me. I want to do all she says and wants. I want to be trained, mindfucked, reprogrammed and changed to be as she alone desires. I treat any men that are her lovers or subs as my gods and superiors. I worship their superiority over me too.
I am owned. I am broken. I belong completely to Goddess Finley. I am back and I missed her so much.

Musings of a Mindfucked pet
Every morning I put on my skintight yoga pants and head down to my local gym. When I enter the gym, I am exuding confidence as I feel the lululemons caress my sexy, toned legs and immaculate ass. My pert 34c tits look exquisite as they are embraced by my matching spandex sports bra. Today, I am starting my workout by stretching and I see there are only two other people in the gym – a girl lifting weights who has to be 18 and has the rock hard body of a fellow gymnast and an Adonis of man running on the treadmill while wearing a pair of super tight lycra shorts which show the entire outline of his amazing ass and his truly spectacular, what appears to be, 8 1/2″ cock.
I positioned myself for stretching and the perfect location where both the girl and the god could see me. I bent over so the girl could see right down my sports bra into my amazing cleavage knowing she would feel insecure as my breasts were so superior to her little tit buds. After a few minutes of her staring at my exquisite breasts and inviting cleavage, I could see her start to both shudder with delight and redden from embarrassment and inferiority. Next, I focused on putting my exquisite yoga pants covered ass in presentation position for the god. As I peered through my legs, I could see him ogling my ass while I could see his immense bulge grow even larger inside its spandex-encased prison. He seemed to be entranced by my ass and as I moved it up and down and from side to side, his eyes followed along.
After about 15 minutes of stretching, both the god and the gymnasts were now on treadmills with one open in between them. I moved over to the open treadmill and began the next phase of my workout. Both the gymnast and the god could not look away from my amazing body as it rhythmically intoxicated them into a deeper state of entrancement. As my pert tits bounced up and down with the rhythm of the treadmill, their eyes followed. As my tight, toned ass bounced, they became more and more mesmerized. The gymnast’s breathing was becoming more labored as if she was building toward and orgasm while the god’s cock was hard as a rock. After 45 minutes on the treadmill, I stepped off and both the god and gymnast immediately did the same. Ironically, both the gymnast and the god handed me a towel to wipe off with. I wiped the perspiration from my glistening body with the gymnast’s towel, handed it back to her and told her to do the same. She did, wiping my sweat and scent on her in the process. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her to wait for me naked in the shower. As for the god, I took his towel wiped myself off some more and then rubbed it against the front of his bulge. I knew he was about to explode at this point; so, I freed his cock from its spandex-encasement and began stroking his rock hard manhood until he was ready to burst. I had him explode into the towel filling it with his large quantity of cum. I kiss him on the cheek and told him to get showered because he was going to take me out to dinner and shopping and headed into the locker room.
I had the gymnast come over while she was still dripping wet and had her kneel before me. I pulled down my yoga pants and instructed her to start licking at the same time I told her I would start toweling her off. I took the god’s cum towel and began rubbing it all over her bare pussy and inside until her box was covered in the god’s cum. I wiped the rest of her body with the towel covering her body in a mixture of her and the god’s cum. She was exploding in ecstasy from the greatest orgasm of her life when she made, me, her new goddess, cum. I told her to get dressed and that she was now my property, my pet, and that she and I had a date with our new lover.