She wasn’t sure what formative experience had led to the development of her behaviour when people stared at her bare tits, but it was powerful and unavoidable, no matter how inconvenient. Any time a man was looking at her exposed breasts, she found herself wet-cunted, empty headed, unable to form a coherent thought or disobey an instruction.
It had made her a fun and submissive lover with her various partners over the years, and it had never impacted on her career, where she was qualified, professional, and chastely-dressed – until now.
The problem had started when she was changing in the office changerooms after a session in the office gym. It was early, and she was the only woman there – her problem wasn’t as bad when women looked at her tits, but it still made her a little wet – and she had just pulled off her exercise bra when James from Human Resources walked in.
It was an innocent accident – he had walked into the women’s change room instead of the men’s, and in his defence they weren’t well identified by signs – and he would have walked straight back out again, blushing, were it not for her reaction when he found himself face to face with her fuckbags. Instead of covering herself and squealing like a normal woman might, she made a little slutty involuntary moan, and her hand slipped into her panties to start massaging her suddenly wet pussy. She found herself blushing but unable to stop.
James had never much liked her but now he was confronted with a bare-titted whorish submissive version of her. He kept staring at her until it became clear that she wasn’t going to stop him, and then moved towards her, kissed her, grabbed her melons and squeezed them hard, and, when she only responded with a deeper, sluttier moan, he bent her over the benches, pulled down her panties, and fucked her right there in the change rooms.
That might have been the end of it, had he not asked her after he fucked her what had happened, and had she not been foolish enough to explain her little kink. James was not discreet, and he spread the information around the office.
Only two days later, when she tried to discipline a male subordinate in her office, he responded by grabbing the front of her dress and yanking it down to expose her tits. Her mind went blank, and instead of giving him a scolding she instead happily let him rape her right there in her office, and take pictures of her freshly-raped naked body, and found herself agreeing that he was doing a very good job after all.
The next day her supervisor called her into his office, and ripped off her shirt, and then fucked her when she turned into the little submissive slut he was expecting.
A group of three women ambushed her in the changerooms the next morning, and while she didn’t become fully submissive with them, they were still able to force her to lick all of their cunts to orgasm, laughing as they did so.
Her transition from rising professional to company fucktoy was swift. She tried to resist her instinct to turn into a submissive bimbo when her tits were bare, but every orgasm just reinforced her behaviour. Her supervisor even let a psychologist come in to study her, and when he published a paper on her behaviour, with her real name attached, and it became the number one Google result for her name, she knew that she would never again meet someone who wouldn’t know how to turn her into a sextoy.
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