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.