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Brainwashed To Serve	By : RFsych101 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 4433 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 2 - Part 1

Asami lost track of how long she had been staring at the intricate patterns etched onto the ceiling of Mr Lee’s suite. How long had she been looking at them? A few minutes? Several?

Asami was able to surmise that the elegant craftsmanship of the designs were from an early period in the Earth Nation’s history. Too ostentatious for Asami’s more pragmatic tastes, but she had to concede that the presence of such decor on the ceiling, and the luxurious furniture, statues and artwork throughout Mr Lee’s suite, were clear evidence of his considerable wealth.

Feeling content with her analysis of the decor, Asami let her eyes remain on the ceiling, while in her head, she decided to shift her attention to listen more closely to the music that had been playing in the background.

With a keen ear, Asami determined that two instruments were giving life to the music she was hearing. One was likely a two-string bowed violin. The other, a bamboo flute. They were playing in tandem, like dance partners in a waltz. The sounds of the flute were slow and continuous, almost unbroken. But every few seconds, Asami would hear the the short, sharp sounds of the violin’s strings as they were being strummed. Like the sound of a water drop hitting against the surface of a sink, breaking the silence. The two instruments seemed to complement each other well in trying to create a peaceful ambience.

But the gentle melody did little to pacify the anxiety within her that she could not yet place a finger on, as she felt herself tense up in anticipation for what she knew was about to come.

Again.

Possessing expert reflexes due to her self defence training, as well as engaging in rigorous calisthenics, Asami was able to sense what was to come, and brace herself as best she could, milliseconds before she felt it.

Asami let out a barely audible “Hmmph!”, before taking a deep, measured breath to recover. She tried to flex her body to fight the spasms that travelled through her before they finally subsided. She felt a flash of annoyance at having her train of thought interrupted. However, rather than think about the cause of the convulsions, she decided to focus instead on trying to make sense of the events that brought her to Mr Lee’s suite earlier in the day.

Asami was a loyal soldier of the Earth Empire (Although for the life of her, she could not seem to remember how long she served in the Earth Empire’s army, or even when she enlisted. Why couldn’t she remember such simple details and events?) Asami tried to shut out those questions, deferring to that strange voice telling her that such things were irrelevant, and did not matter. For the moment, the power of that voice compelling her to obey orders, was stronger than any unfounded doubts wandering about in her mind. All that mattered was serving the leader Guan, and that his orders were to be obeyed without question.

But then, earlier in the day, Asami was told she would no longer be serving Guan. Instead, she would be serving Mr Lee, who was apparently a valued friend of Guan.

Asami remembered how surprised she was when given the news. It came as a great shock. So much so, that it must have caused her to forget details she would normally remember, like having walked into that room, or sitting in that chair. Again, simple details she would remember. But in the end, those were all insignificant details when compared to the one question that continued to play in Asami’s mind, over and over again.

But before she could try to answer that question, she was interrupted by the sound of her own voice yet again.

“mmph…!”

Dammit! Asami gritted her teeth and mentally scolded herself for yet another lapse in self control. Keeping her eyes fixed on the ceiling, Asami forced herself to not think about the cause of her body’s rebellious actions as the spasms coursing through her lessened. When the last of the spasms subsided, Asami relaxed her clenched jaw and then, taking a deep measured breath before exhaling through her nose, willed herself to re-examine that burning question:

Why had she been re-assigned?

Trying to focus, yet again, Asami tried to organize her thoughts, and began to compile a mental list of possible reasons for her re-assignment. Could her re-assignment have been a demotion for some past failure?

No. Asami shook her head once on reflex, almost offended by that thought. Asami was a perfectionist, and she would have remembered committing any failure, no matter how trivial. So, if her being there was not a demotion or other form of punishment, what else could it be?

Maybe Mr Lee needed her as a bodyguard? Asami mentally scoffed at the idea, but then relented as she considered the theory. Mr Lee was quite advanced in his years, so perhaps -- no. No, the Earth Empire was comprised of legions of soldiers who would have been better suited for such a task, as most of them were benders, something Asami was not. So Asami then considered another theory, one that caused her to raise an eyebrow and cock her head slightly to the side, a gesture she used when an unexpected theory presented itself.

Asami was not a bender, true, but she was something that no other soldier was: the CEO of a successful company, Future Industries. Maybe… maybe Mr Lee needed her business expertise to -- no. Asami shook her head, realizing how unlikely that was. This suite was clear evidence of Mr Lee’s immense wealth. A wealth that was in no need of her business acumen.

Asami then let out a defeated sigh, conceding that it was pointless to continue her line of speculations, as much as she wanted to. She hated the idea of there being any mystery she could not solve. So she closed her eyes while letting out a long slow exhale before reopening them, something she did when trying to centre herself. The frustration of not being able to solve this mystery was lessened when she decided to stop speculating on what she did not know, and focus instead on what she did know. And what she did know was…

Mr Lee was a very important friend of Guan, and had personally requested her services. And Guan had allowed it. So it could not have been punishment. It was a request by Mr Lee for her help, because in all likelihood, what he required was someone who possessed a wide array of skills. Skills in both the army, and civilian sector. Skills only she had. Yes, that had to be it.

Asami felt the tension within her lessen just a bit, feeling that her pride, and most important of all, her dignity, were still intact. As she felt this, Mr Lee’s voice broke through the background ambient music she had been listening to, getting her attention.

“Now, Asami, I know you are probably wondering why you are here,”

Mr Lee paused for a moment, and swallowed once audibly before continuing:

“There is some, uh, very important work which must be done, that I cannot do alone. I have observed you for some time, and have been most impressed with your many accomplishments and successes. That is why you are here, Asami. Because I require someone who is committed to achieving perfection, and who will, like me, accept nothing less.”

He spoke in a gentle voice, but Asami could tell Mr Lee put extra emphasis on his last words, as if to impress upon her the importance of the mysterious work, and of her role in it.

Asami turned her gaze away from the ceiling to acknowledge Mr Lee, able to see only his head from her angle as he looked down towards her. He wore a gentle smile, and his words dispelled her initial fears that her re-assignment may have been some form of demotion.

Asami was appreciative of Mr Lee being both cognizant and considerate enough to recognize that she may have felt some anxiety upon her arrival. Re-assignments in any organization were not uncommon, but it was very uncommon for a soldier to be re-assigned to serve under a civilian, even one as wealthy and well-connected as himself. Asami was touched by Mr Lee’s words, and normally, such reassurances would have worked to placate any anxieties that still remained within her, but, for reasons she could not explain…

…The sound of Mr Lee’s voice, and the very sight of his face, somehow fostered a sense of palpable anger and indignation deep inside of her. It was like a voice shouting to be heard behind a door, its voice muffled and unintelligible, but its ill intent was clear. Alarmed at the emergence of those feelings, Asami tried to analyze them as best she could, but couldn’t trace their origin or reason of being. The only thing she seemed certain of, was that for some strange reason, those feeling of anger and indignation…? They were directed at Mr Lee.

But why?

After a moment of thought, Asami realized that those feelings were likely just a part of her professional pride. A professional pride that subconsciously saw her re-assignment to the kindly old man as somehow being beneath her. Asami felt a hot flash of shame and guilt within her for unwittingly harbouring such feelings towards Mr Lee. He had been nothing short of kind and hospitable to her since her arrival at his suite, and deserved better. Asami closed her eyes for a moment to focus, as the feelings of anger seemed to be growing stronger still.

But Asami had always possessed excellent self-control and composure, and an emotion like anger, was unproductive, and in the presence of Mr Lee, more than disrespectful. Asami mentally pushed that inexplicable anger down as far as she could, so that it found itself at the back of her mind with those other strange doubts and questions she had thus far managed to keep at bay. She managed to do all of that, while maintaining eye contact with Mr Lee.

Asami then took a quiet breath, and listened to the ambient music that continued to play in the background, as if trying to use its soft melodies to placate her inner turmoil. It seemed to work, but Asami still felt a sense of shame for the unspoken hostility that had somehow manifested within her without reason, and chose Mr Lee as its unsuspecting victim. Mr Lee had been very respectful and courteous towards her, so Asami made a vow to herself that whatever expectations Mr Lee had of her, Asami would not only meet them, but exceed them. It was the least she could do to make amends for having those unbecoming feelings.

After that silent resolution, Asami blinked in realization that she never replied to Mr Lee’s earlier comment. It was further confirmed by Mr Lee’s face which, while still smiling, now had a questioning look, as if he were waiting for her to acknowledge what he said. Embarrassed, and Mentally scolding herself for her lapse in etiquette and proper decorum, Asami cleared her throat before saying in a professional and polite tone:

“Thank you, Mr Lee, I’m honoured,”, Asami replied, hoping that her delayed and hastily blurted out response did not come across as unprofessional or immature to someone of Mr Lee’s status, especially given the vast age difference between them.

But to her relief, his smile remained, and he nodded to acknowledge her reply before speaking:

“Now, this work will require a great deal of training. You will need to learn many new positions. Each will be a test of your endurance and, more importantly, your ability to follow my instructions. There will be no time for hesitation or questions, do you understand, Asami… “

Mr Lee smiled as he paused, wanting the last words to sink in. When Mr Lee mentioned she would have to learn many new positions, Asami reasoned that he likely meant, many new roles.

After that thought, Asami, meeting Mr Lee’s gaze, gave a silent nod, both as a tacit affirmation that she understood, and also as a nod to herself that she understood the level of trust Mr Lee had already placed in her. A trust she was honour bound to prove she was worthy of. After a moment, she nodded again for Mr Lee to continue.

Mr Lee smiled and looked away for a moment after Asami nodded at him, and Asami could see him visibly swallow. Perhaps he was nervous? Or was second guessing her for this important work? She hoped not. Normally, Asami could correctly guess what people were thinking. But for some reason, she couldn’t quite read Mr Lee. His words, although softly spoken, carried a tone of authority and urgency, which was likely why she felt compelled to obey. Mr Lee then looked back at her, and spoke with a voice that seemed to shake slightly, but the tone seemed relaxed and somewhat relieved.

“Excellent, Asami. I knew I made the right choice when I chose you. Then I can have every confidence that you shall meet my expectations?”

When Mr Lee finished, Asami could see his smile widen. But she also observed that he seemed to stiffen ever so slightly, as if bracing himself for her reply.

Moments passed as they remained staring at one another, the only sound being the ambient music playing in the background. The strings of the violin pinging intermittently.

Asami looked back up at the ceiling for a moment to gather her thoughts. She felt compelled to ask some questions as to what was expected of her, but relented. She remembered that it was not her place to question her orders. As a loyal soldier of the Earth Empire, her duty was to obey without question. Asami repeated those words in her head like a mantra, hoping they would reinforce her resolve. It seemed to work, so Asami then tried to focus again on the reason she was at the manor. This time, with a renewed perspective.

Mr Lee had personally selected her, so Asami focused on that, trying to manifest within her the faintest traces of pride that she thought she should be feeling. It seemed to work for the moment. The feeling was comparable to the pride she felt when, as CEO, she would be awarded an important project over competitors like Cabbage Industries, and would then prove that the client made the right choice by meeting their expectations. Asami found it strange that she could remember those details, but not details of how long she served in the Earth Empire. But she pushed aside that thought, as it only fed those strange questions she was trying so hard to ignore earlier.

Asami was a loyal servant of the Empire, like all the other soldiers. Although they all served Guan, Asami was the one Mr Lee chose over all the other soldiers and servants in the Earth Empire. And the difference was, Asami did not even have to request this special assignment and honour. Her services had been requested. She must have been given this great honour due to her reputation. Asami blinked once and looked back at Mr Lee who seemed to be studying her expression closely, almost appearing concerned. Asami’s eyes widened for a moment in alarm, as she realized that, yet again, she had allowed several moments to pass after Mr Lee spoke. Giving her head a brief shake is if snapping herself out of her reverie, Asami took a measured breath to compose herself before clearing her throat to speak up in a clear and resolute voice:

“Yes, Mr Lee. And I promise that I will not only meet your expectations, but shall exceed them. And I wish to thank you for this honour, and look forward to validating your faith in me.”

Although Asami still did not know the specifics of what the important work was, she decided that it did not matter. It could be an infrastructure project, a new invention or a design improvement for an existing structure, it did not matter. She would do her duty.

As she reaffirmed those thoughts in her head, she continued observing Mr Lee, to read his reaction. Hoping that he would see the conviction behind her words. And… it seemed that he did, because Asami could see what she could only describe as a dramatic shift in Mr Lee’s demeanour.

When Mr Lee had finished speaking of his important work, his expression seemed to be one of uncertainty and nervousness. But Asami noticed that once Mr Lee heard her words, his expression seemed to transform to one of relief. A relief that Asami could see grew to genuine surprise and happiness when she spoke of exceeding whatever expectations he had for her.

She could not remember even the most affable of clients appearing so content after she made a promise to deliver on a project. As Asami was thinking that, Mr Lee spoke in a happy voice:

“Excellent, Asami, you are most welcome. And I hope you will permit me to challenge you to keep your word; that you shall exceed my expectations.”

Mr Lee had said it in such a good-natured, friendly way, letting out a short laugh, that Asami felt no need to search for any ominous intent behind his words. In fact, Asami found Mr Lee’s laugh charming and somewhat contagious, so much so, that before she knew it, she let out a chuckle herself before raising an eyebrow in an expression of casual confidence and saying to him with a genuine smile:

“Yes, Mr Lee. I accept your challenge, please hold me to my word,”

Asami had to fight to keep herself from smiling more as she said those words, as she realized she had said them before. Many times. To civilian clients. The clients who would beg her to undertake some massive project, and then question her ability to do it before she even started the work. She remembered telling more than a few that she took no offence to them not believing she could deliver on a project. And every time, she delivered without fail. Strangely, she could remember events from her civilian activities, but no events from her Earth Empire service. But she disregarded that thought, as it wasn’t important now, and she was certain it would come back to her eventually, when it mattered.

Asami was relieved to see Mr Lee’s smile had not faltered after her comments. So much so, that she didn’t take notice of the strange way Mr Lee’s nostrils flared as she spoke, as if aroused for some unknown and ostensibly unrelated reason.

Asami noted the excitement in Mr Lee, and couldn’t help but feel a small measure of it begin to form within her as well. Everything seemed to be going so well! She felt a sense of empowerment within her, and for the first time, felt in control for the first time in the day.

Asami even felt a sense of anger and guilt at herself for those strange feelings she had before, and had to mentally push down earlier. She should have known she had nothing to worry about. She wanted to assure Mr Lee that he chose wisely when he chose her for his important work, and that because it was important to him, she would make it important to her. And with that silent resolution, Asami decided to speak out once more:

“And I promise that I will not fail you, and am ready to begin”,

Asami could hear the confidence and conviction in her voice swell as she spoke. She felt reinvigorated, and ready to begin the important work, whatever it was!

“Good, good”, Mr Lee’s said softly, and he paused after he spoke, as if wanting to ask something, but then seemed to to dismiss the thought. He then seemed to settle on something else, as if deciding on something, and then smiled softly before he continued:

“We will begin very soon, Asami…” He said, pausing again, allowing Asami to respond.

“Yes, Mr Lee, I look forward to it”, Asami replied, wanting to demonstrate her enthusiasm.

Mr Lee nodded as he smiled back, taking a deep measured breath before letting it out through his nostrils. He continued to stare at her, his expression unreadable save for the smile he still wore. He then took another long breath and let it out slowly before looking down to continue his task. As he did so, he said to Asami in the most gentle of voices, and wearing the most benevolent of smiles:

“…we will begin very soon, Asami… as soon as I’ve finished giving you your bath”.

As that last word settled in Asami’s head, time seemed to freeze for several moments before it slowly restarted. And when it did, Asami felt her eyes burn and sting for some reason. She could feel her heartbeat quickening, and she could almost hear it now. She then felt a cold chill travel throughout her. As if someone had thrown cold water over her. Only, the water wasn’t cold. It was… warm? She clenched her jaw momentarily, breathing through her nose as a way to try and calm the rapid beating of her heart, and it seemed to work. However, it also resulted in all of her senses being amplified as she seemed to become hyper aware of her physical surroundings. Her emerald eyes darted from the ceiling to the walls to the pictures, furniture and statues, as if taking a mental snapshot of everything and trying to process what she saw.

And as this happened, all those questions that Asami had successfully pushed to the back of her mind earlier suddenly cascaded forward in waves, like water breaking through a dam. Asami, tried as best she could to give logical answers to the questions as they came forth:

Why was she in Mr Lee’s suite?
- Because she had been ordered to serve under Mr Lee from now on.
Where were all of her clothes?
- Her clothes were all taken off.
But why?
- Because Mr Lee wanted her to strip as she danced for him.
Then why was she lying down on the floor?
- Mr Lee asked her to lie down so he could give her a bath.
But did Mr Lee want to her a bath?
- He wanted to give her the bath as a reward for dancing for him.
But why? — Asami blinked hard, as if to erect a dam to stop the questions from coming. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled, through her mouth this time. She relaxed her eyelids, and then blinked a few times, as if trying to blink away the discomfort. It seemed to work. But while the discomfort to her eyes lessened, she also felt her face flush, and felt beads of sweat begin to form along her temples and forehead. She could feel her chest heave and her heartbeat quicken, and her breaths seemed to become more laboured. Her sense of hearing also seemed to heighten, as she could hear not only the instruments playing in the suite, but the sound of her own breathing. She could feel goosebumps, and the slightest movement made it feel like there was a draft somewhere, causing her to shiver every few moments. Her sense of smell also became more sensitive, as she could smell the different scents in the room. Including the varnish of the hardwood floor, the scent of the cleaning agents used on the rug and sofa, and even the fragrance of the soap. The soap that Mr Lee had been using to wash…

to wash --

-- compelled by that feeling one gets when one wants to look at something, but at the same time, not want to, Asami slowly and subtly tucked her chin to her collarbone to get a better look at what she already knew was happening. And had been happening, for the past several minutes.

In doing so, Asami then remembered why she was trying so hard to fixate on the patterns on the ceiling, the sounds of the instruments playing. Trying so hard to focus on anything other then where she was. Because subconsciously, she already knew where she was.

In a quiet panic, she turned her head to either side, looking for a pile of folded clothes. The clothes that would have been that red ensemble she remembered wearing when she arrived. They weren’t the standard uniform of the Earth Empire military, which was a mystery to be solved another day. But almost immediately, she ceased turning her head to and fro, remembering where her clothes were as she looked to her left. To the fireplace. Then she remembered.

Every last piece of the red outfit she wore when she arrived, boots, gloves, pants, shirt, bra, panties, headband, were all gone. Stripped off, and tossed into the fireplace, one piece at a time. By her. Because Mr Lee told her to. Asami tucked her chin back down to her collarbone to stare down at herself lying on her back.

Looking past her breasts and flat stomach, she could see that her long legs were lying flat on the hardwood floor and spread out. Because Mr Lee told her to. Her arms were stretched over and above her head, her forearms and knuckles resting on the hardwood floor. Because Mr Lee told her to.

And sitting next to her, to her right, was Mr Lee, himself naked, sitting on his knees, and holding in his hand what Asami remembered was the cause of her constant flinching and shuddering every time she felt it touch her.

The sponge.

The sponge that Mr Lee was holding, was soaked in warm, soapy water. And he was using that soap drenched sponge, to wash her naked body using gentle but deep circular motions. He had begun by washing her flat stomach, and then worked his way up to her breasts, which were slick with sweat and the semen from when he released his load earlier. He used both hands, using one hand to cup and gently knead each breast while using the other with the cloth to wipe and dab at her soft skin. Even though it felt like he had been thorough, Mr Lee must have thought he missed something, she reasoned, because he repeated it again, taking extra time and effort to diligently clean her already clean breasts. He then reached over to wipe her sides. When he reached her sensitive hips and waist, Asami felt her body jolt, as if hit by an electric current, causing her to gasp.

“Haaahhh!”, Asami mouthed, biting her lower lip, but able to fight the urge to bite down hard enough to draw blood. She took a deep breath and exhaled through her nose.

Her sound got Mr Lee’s attention, causing him to turn and look down at her with a soft smile as he saw her looking down at what he was doing. Speaking in a gentle voice, Mr Lee spoke up:

“You are very tense, Asami. Please relax and do not mind me.”

Then, as if to test how she would react, Mr Lee, with sponge in hand, placed it on Asami’s flat stomach, and gently pressed down. Asami could feel the sponge was more damp then wet, so she looked from the sponge to Mr Lee questioningly. Mr Lee, wearing an ostensibly innocent smile, only stared back, holding her gaze, and lifted his eyebrows, and turned his head slightly, motioning Asami to look back down again, which she reluctantly did.

Then, with his hand on her stomach, he began to rub from left to right, towards him and away from him. But he was not trying to wash her already clean stomach, as his hand remained pressed in one spot. He was pressing down just enough, that when he moved his hand back and forth, her body moved back and forth with it

And when it did, Asami, her chin still tucked to her collerbone, saw her soft and firm breasts, now glistening with leftover water, bounce from side to side, like mounds of firm yet soft jello. As this happened, Asami, feeling her face redden, looked up to find herself locking eyes with Mr Lee, continuing to wear that innocent, almost questioning, smile upon his face.

Mr Lee just stared back at Asami, the smile never changing, and after a few seconds passed, resumed his motions while holding Asami’s gaze. Asami, while staring back, could feel her breasts bouncing back and forth as Mr Lee continued, and only looked down after Mr Lee had broken eye contact to look down as well.

After a few more moments of seeing her breasts bouncing back and forth, Mr Lee stopped, and slowly lifted his sponge before putting it in the bucket behind him. He then let out a breath and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, as if trying to show that his efforts had cost him energy, but he showed no signs of fatigue. On the contrary, for Asami, it looked like Mr Lee’s strength and vigor had only grown with every swipe of the sponge.

He turned to look at her and smiled again before he slowly stood up and picked up the bucket by the handle. Then, from Asami’s position lying down, she watched him walk back, out of her line of sight. Asami let out a breath through her nostrils, feeling her body relax, relieved that Mr Lee appeared to finally be finished… bathing her. For some reason, she felt less clean in the areas he… washed. Shaking her head as if trying to put the thought out of her head, Asami took a few measured breaths to compose herself, trying to process what happened, and why. But no answers came. She thought she had made sense of the events which brought her to the suite earlier, but now, nothing seemed to make any sense. Asami then lifted her head slightly to look for where Mr Lee was. For a moment, Asami thought Mr Lee had taken the bucket to the room where he took the bucket from, but then realized it was in the opposite direction. She tried to listen for any sounds of movement, but couldn’t hear anything over the sound of the music still playing.

Asami couldn’t see where Mr Lee was, but seeing as how he had gotten up, Asami reasoned she should probably follow suit and get up as well, that seemed logical. So Asami began to lift her head and shoulders from the floor, but before she could sit up, she heard Mr Lee’s voice:

“Not yet, Asami, I am not finished”, Mr Lee said it in a voice that, while gentle, still carried a tone of firmness that implied to Asami that she was expected to remain lying down.

Taking a breath, Asami lay back down, so that her head and shoulders were resting on the floor again. Looking up at the ceiling again, as if giving herself something to visually to focus on, Asami tried to ascertain the direction Mr Lee’s voice was coming from. She determined from the sound of Mr Lee’s voice, that he was not far out of her line of sight when he had walked back away from her. So Asami tucked her chin to her collarbone once again, to try and see if she could catch a glimpse of where he was. And then she saw him.

He was standing between her outstretched legs, bucket in one hand, and sponge in the other. He stared at her with that same gentle smile, but there seemed to be something more behind his expression. Asami held his gaze, feeling her eyes narrow again as she tried to concentrate, trying to read what he might be thinking. Asami had always prided herself on being able to read and anticipate others’ thoughts and actions, but for some reason, she just couldn’t do that now.

Asami could only stare and wait for what Mr Lee would do next. She wanted to get up, but not being asked to get up resulted in her somehow feeling compelled to remain lying down. So she stayed where she was. Something felt wrong. Asami tried to put the thought aside and focus on her surroundings, believing that whatever it was she either couldn’t remember or make sense of would eventually come to her. She just needed to give it time.

All the while, as Asami processed her thoughts, Mr Lee stared down at her, noting her intense focused gaze, and understood what it meant. She was studying him, he realized, trying to make sense of what was going on. She wore that same focused expression he would see her wear when watching her at awards banquets and other events without her knowledge. And he realized, with a smile that hid so many emotions and urges within him:

She knows!

She knows that something is wrong. She may not know what, but she suspects…something. The brilliant mind that governed that beautiful body was searching for reasons for why she was where she was, and doing what she was doing.

The brief sensation of fear that was felt by Mr Lee was fleeting, as it was almost instantly overpowered by other, far more powerful and primal feelings. He had fantasized about this, about her, for so long. For too long. He would read about her accomplishments, and watch her speak at events. The confidence, charm, drive and professionalism embodied in one so young and, and so beautiful. It was beyond reason. Mr Lee had wanted to make overtures to her many times, but knew that she would never entertain any of his desires, no matter how much wealth he offered. And her refusals would not be due to her being in no need of money, but rather her infuriating sense of principle and dignity. He felt a brief feeling of indignation that his immense wealth could not entice the beauty to come to him willingly. But that was what made her all the more captivating. All the more alluring. And what made him fantasize about little else.

For many decades, Mr Lee had learned to study others well, learn their weaknesses and then exploit them. But his true skill, was in turning their very strengths against them. Something he relished. Seeing the proud and dignified brought down to the basest of levels.

His satisfaction in manipulating and undermining others was exceeded by only one thing.

His craven lust for lovely young women. Touching them. Feeling them. Having them.

His wealth had allowed him to enjoy many young women. Often bribing them with a fraction of his wealth to share themselves for a few nights. Sometimes offering more to have them for longer. But in the end, he would tire of them. Because they were not her.

Some were beautiful enough, that he overlooked their lack of social skills or knowledge, at least for a time. He would enjoy them, but tire after a few days. Others had a dignity that made him overlook their more modest appearance, just so he could feel the power of seeing them brought down to a level that he felt was more befitting of them.

The more beautiful and dignified they were, the more aroused Mr Lee felt when he made them submit to his carnal desires. And the beautiful CEO lying before him… oh, she was the pinnacle of dignified beauty. And…of his lust.

Asami Sato was strong-willed, and determined. Of that, there was no question. That was one of the most enticing things about her, that made Mr Lee lust after her for so long. That, and of course, her incomparable beauty.

His mind instantly flashed back at the events that led to this day. The day he never believed would come, and had, until that day, spent many nights fantasizing over…

He was hosting Guan and some of his associates as they had come to once again request his financial support for their cause. Mr Lee listened more out of support for his associate than any real interest. That was, until Guan revealed that his empire had developed the means to brainwash others. In that instant, Mr Lee felt his member harden as his mind was immediately assaulted with her image, Asami’s, and all the perverse fantasies he could imagine. He remembered having to kneel and sit as they told him of their invention, to avoid having them see his erection. He simply sat and listened as they asked for his financial support. They spoke of a restoration of a nation he had little care for, as his wealth would make him an elite in any land. But as they spoke, and he nodded as if listening and caring for their cause, all Mr Lee could think of was how it could make any beautiful woman into his plaything. And the first image that came to his mind, was that of Asami Sato. He had envisioned so many scenarios of her. The moment her image came to his mind, he feared he would release his load in their company, but with considerable effort, he had managed to control himself, smiling and nodding as they spoke. Then, almost immediately after they finished speaking, he pledged that, for the Earth Empire, he would provide whatever financial support they needed for the creation of their devices. He only asked that after Asami was taken and brainwashed, that she be given to him, as he felt her business acumen would be beneficial to him, and he would take that as an appropriate reward for his support. Guan and the others, elated at the full support he would give them, which was more than they asked for, agreed to his request without question. It was weeks later that they were able to begin using the device to help them expand their control of the Earth nation. And Mr Lee waited at his home with a barely restrained patience, awaiting that call to his residence. Days passed. Then weeks. But then…

Then he received the call he had been waiting for earlier in the day. The one he had been waiting for. His phone ringing in his dining room, his initial reaction was one of irritation at having his latest fantasy of the beautiful CEO interrupted. He had walked over to pick up the phone, assuming it was another tedious update on a territory taken or a request for more financial help.

Only this time, it wasn’t.

Asami, the beautiful CEO he had wanted for so long, had been captured along with her friends, and was being taken to the compound to be brainwashed. He remembered his sharp intake of breath, and his penis hardening so much that it almost brought him pain. But before he could try to calm himself, he ejaculated his impotent load into his robe, while simultaneously covering the receiver so they could not hear him nearly hyper-ventilating in excitement at the news. He told them he would be there within the hour and hung up the phone, still not fully believing the day had finally come. Then, taking deep breaths to calm and compose himself, he quickly showered and changed robes before departing to the location she was being taken to.

He remembered ordering his driver more than once to drive faster to reach the compound.
The image, her image, was so vivid in his head. When he arrived at the compound, he walked at a pace that the guards had to make an effort to keep up with. When he arrived, he entered the room and caught a glimpse of her strapped to the chair. It was real. She was real. He still could not believe the day had come. It was the closest he had even been to her in person. Like a child not wanting to have their surprise spoiled, he turned so that his back was to her as he spoke to Guan and the doctor. He remembered trying not to turn around to look at what was soon to be given to him. He tried not to look back as he heard the machine hum to life, not wanting to look until it was done and she was… ready.

He had been told by the doctor the effects of the brainwashing. It did not change who the person was, it only gave them the subliminal commands that made them feel compelled to obey. They would never know why they were obeying, but remembered who they were, and retained all their experiences and skills. Which was exactly what Mr Lee wanted. He had nodded more in excitement than understanding at the doctor’s news.

After the brainwashing had been done, he had slowly walked over to Asami after she had been brainwashed and instructed that she was to serve him without question. So many primal thoughts went through as mind as he stood over her while she looked up at him with those piercing emerald eyes, having no idea who he was, or how much she dominated his every fantasy. Those eyes. They always had that serious, focused look of determination, and they still did, only there was a slightly glazed over, subdued expression that she wore. She was still alert, but in somewhat of a daze in her new state. For the briefest of moments, he almost forgot he was in the company of others in that compound, and wanted to reach down and unfasten her belt and rip all her clothes off, like a child unwrapping their present, but he was able to contain himself. When they walked down the hallway towards his car, he took every opportunity to steal a glance at her body, her legs, to see how she moved, envisioning the beauty that was imprisoned behind her formfitting red outfit. When they got in the car, he very much wanted to have her right then, but even though the driver was a loyal servant who would have said nothing, Mr Lee did not like having an audience when he indulged himself, so he waited.

When they arrived at his manor, he was almost in a daze himself that the day had come. It still did not feel real to him and he feared he would somehow be denied her, but then his elation turned to glee when he was handed the note that the avatar had been defeated and brainwashed into their ultimate weapon. She, along with Asami’s friends and Kuvira, had captured the BeiFongs, the metal clan and brainwashed them. In a short while, they had taken the city and continued to expand the empire. The more beautiful of their subjects would be given to the most deserving of senior officials, which brought a leery smile to Mr Lee’s face. But while there was a sentiment of celebration that spread in the lobby of the manor amongst the soldiers, servants and staff, Mr Lee did not care for it. All he cared about as he looked at Asami, was that what he had craved for so long, was finally his, and could now never be taken away from him.

His mind then came back to the present as his thoughts focused on Asami, her unmatched beauty, and her will. It brought a lustful smile to his face.

That strong will and determination that made Asami Sato who she was would not be destroyed, oh no. And Mr Lee would not risk the potential harm a second brainwashing session would do. Her will and determination were what made Asami who she was. And those traits, her single-minded dedication to complete any task she set her mind to… would ironically lead to her ultimate submission. A submission she would try to resist at first, but ultimately accept. And he had already envisioned how he would do it.

He just had to ensure the beautiful CEO’s mind was properly… guided… to behave in a manner befitting her lustful beauty. And that behaviour would then be reinforced through positive feedback… again and again. And then, over time… she would no longer need guidance or encouragement…

He realized he had been musing to himself for several minutes as he stared down at Asami, lying there, naked as he stood over her. He could not remove the smile from his face, as he could see the look of concentration mixed with confusion on her face as she was still trying without success to make sense of what was going on. That look on her beautiful face, the fierce determination, the desire to uncover some hidden truth, made Mr Lee feel so lustful, but what drove him to near euphoria was the other look that was on her face. The look of prideful indignity that he could tell she was trying so hard to hide. Mr Lee’s erection had been constant, and that last thought made him fear releasing his load prematurely, but he was able to control his lust. For the moment.

Clearing his throat, Mr Lee decided it was time to resume what he was doing as he smiled while saying in as pleasant a tone as he could:

“Please, Asami, bring your arms down to your sides, you will find it more comfortable”.

Asami blinked once as she took a breath. A part of her wanted to argue, or say something, but Mr Lee’s instruction seemed to make sense, as having her arms over her head was not really a natural or comfortable position to have them in. So she instead nodded and lifted her arms up so they were in front of her, raised towards the ceiling, and slowly brought them down to her sides, resting them with her palms flat on the floor. Mr Lee nodded in approval and waited a moment, as if giving her a chance to get settled into her new position. When Asami realized that, her chin still tucked against her collarbone so she could look up at Mr Lee from her lying down position, she gave a brief nod, as best she could, to indicate she was done moving.

Mr Lee nodded again, and said in a polite tone:

“Good. Now, please raise your legs, one at a time, Asami, so I can wash them.”

Asami felt her eyes burn again as if in silent protest, again buoyed by those voices in the back of her head, but she was able to resist them, as they contradicted her duty to obey Mr Lee’s orders, as much as a part of her may have wanted to obey them instead.

“Yes, Mr Lee”, Asami said, with a detached, more monotone voice that seemed to hide her apprehension at following Mr Lee’s instructions.

Pressing her palms to the floor to steady herself, she lifted her left leg up straight, until it was almost perpendicular to the floor, pointing it straight up at the ceiling. She wondered how long and how… thorough Mr Lee would be, but then opened her mouth slightly and drew a soft intake of breath as Mr Lee had put the bucket down and gently grabbed her leg by the ankle. As he did so, he smiled and bent down and, with his other hand holding the sponge, dipped it into the bucket to soak up more soapy water.

Hs started with her inner calve, using a combination of back and forth and circular motions. He bent down slightly so that the sponge could reach past her knee. The sponge then travelled to the front of her leg, to her knee, then up her shin towards her ankle. As it did so, some excess water began to cascade down from her inner leg towards her… Asami felt a moment of panic, but felt a moment of awkward gratitude as Mr Lee reached down, with the sponge wiping away the excess water. He gave her a brief smile, which she reluctantly returned with a brief forced smile which was more an acknowledgement of Mr Lee’s fast hands then an expression of genuine thanks. For some reason she felt a sense of anger at feeling the need to smile back as if to give thanks, but nevertheless tried to maintain her smile.

However, her smile vanished almost instantly as she saw, before she felt, Mr Lee take the sponge and wipe it against the sole of her foot, from heel to arch. She could feel the water being squeezed out from the gentle pressure, and tried her best not to squirm as Mr Lee showed his attention to detail by washing her toes, heel and ankles. He gave her arch a final wipe, and Asami found herself unable to fight her body from bucking against the sensation of her sensitive feet being given such attention by Mr Lee.

He then released his grip, and motioned for Asami’s other leg, which she reluctantly raised, moments after letting her other leg rest back on the floor. Although Asami should have been able to better brace herself, given what she just endured with her other leg, it did little to reduce the reactions she gave the first time around. The knowledge and anticipation of what happened with her other leg only seemed to exacerbate her anxiety. She tried her best to keep her body from flinching by clenching her jaw and staring up at the ceiling to avoid seeing what Mr Lee was doing. After what seemed like more than a few moments, Mr Lee smiled and held up the sponge, as if to say he was done with her leg, and released his grip so that she could lower it. She nodded and let her leg softly touch against the floor, relaxing her jaw in the process and letting out a deep slow breath through her nose.

They stared at each other for what seemed like many moments, the only sound being that of the music that was still playing. For some reason, Asami felt like her eyes and face were burning, but she couldn’t determine why. She then tried to muster every fibre of her intellect and analytical skills to try and decipher what could be going through Mr Lee’s mind, but couldn’t. Keeping her gaze on him, Asami let out a long, almost resigned breath, and tried to focus on keeping her breathing steady as she tried to anticipate what was coming next. After a few moments, she was going to ask Mr Lee if he would have liked for her to get up, but before she could, Mr Lee took a step back and to the side, before saying in a kindly voice:

“Now Asami, please get on your hands and knees, so I may wash your back and clean your bottom. And also, when you do so, Asami…”

Asami, trying to keep her face calm, as it felt like it was still on fire, and while fighting the turmoil inside of her, listened as Mr Lee continued in an almost clinically calm tone:

“…please keep your knees shoulder width apart. It will make it easier for me to wash you.”

Mr Lee made it sound like such a sensible common sense suggestion on his part, that before Asami could analyze the nuance and context behind the words, she found herself saying:

“Yes, Mr Lee”.

Asami blinked as she realized the words came out automatically, as if on reflex or conditioning. But as Asami was trying to process that thought, she found herself complying, as she lifted herself up to where she sitting halfway up, resting on her elbows and forearms. Then, as if trying to compose herself as she stared up at the smiling old man, she turned over on her side, before putting her hands on the floor, shoulder width apart, as if doing a pushup, locking them straight, and then tucking her chin looking down at her body, as she made sure her knees were lined up as shoulder width apart as well. Then, as she had always exercised having perfect posture, Asami kept her back straight and her head up, so that she was staring straight at the bookshelf that was along the far wall. She gave her head a shake so that her raven hair fell to one side of her face, while some stray locks fell to the other side, leaving her back exposed. She felt a sense of unease, as she realized she was now facing away from Mr Lee. She was about to turn her head to try and look behind her at Mr Lee, when he spoke up:

“There is no need to look back, Asami, I will take care of everything, do not worry,”

Asami felt her stomach tighten and a cold wave of anxiety wash over her at Mr Lee’s words, but said nothing.

And with that, Asami could hear Mr Lee sit, and based on her sense of awareness, and the sound Mr Lee made, she could tell he had sat down on his knees between her calves. So that he was less than a foot away from her rear and… Asami felt her jaw tighten as she looked forward. Part of her wanted to close her eyes, but another part wanted her to keep them open, as if it would somehow make her more aware of what was happening and somehow brace herself, even though she could not see from her position. But she could hear. She could hear Mr Lee’s hand go into the bucket again, the water swooshing as he tried to load the sponge with more soapy water. She could feel sweat dripping down the her forehead in anticipation, or morbid curiosity for what was to come. Waiting to feel the wet sponge against her rear, she felt herself flinch when she instead felt Mr Lee’s warm wrinkled hand place itself atop her left buttock as she realized Mr Lee chose to put it there instead of on the floor to steady himself. She took a deep breath to compose herself as she felt the wet sponge against her right buttock be pressed against it, letting soapy water drip down along the back of her leg.

Mr Lee seemed to pause for a moment, with Asami unable to see the wide and hungry grin he wore, and the way his eyes widened as he tracked the movement of the sponge wiping in circular and back and forth motions. He began from her rear, working his way down the back of her upper leg, before going back up, and then going to the sides of her leg, and then reaching around to the front. He repeated the motion more than once for each side, and then soaked the sponge again. Asami felt herself tighten at the pause in activity, and then felt herself stiffen when she realized Mr Lee had raised the sponge above her rear, and squeezed it so that the soapy water dripped onto her crack, with a stream trickling down. She tried to keep her gaze fixed forward and clenched her jaw to fight from jumping at the next touch. It seemed to work, as she felt herself buckle only, as she felt the sponge come down moments later, and wipe from up to down. A second wipe went from down to up, and then seemed to work in tight circular motions on her opening. She breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the sponge squeeze water into the bucket before soaking in it again. But then she felt her body spasm as she felt the sponge come up between her legs and gently press itself against her sex. She let out a gasp:

“Hmmph— ahh!” She breathed as she gritted her teeth and fought the urge to bit her lip.

Letting out a breath through her mouth, she heard Mr Lee’s voice behind her.

“There is no need for alarm, Asami, I know a woman’s, womanhood, is most sensitive, and I promise to be very… delicate, I assure you,”

Mr Lee said it in the tone a doctor would when trying to placate someone who was visiting them for the first time. Asami could only do her best to compose herself and return her gaze to the bookshelf as she felt compelled to voice in as polite a tone as she could muster:

“Thank you, Mr Lee”.

Although it was the proper thing to say, Asami felt the faint embers of anger begin to burn in her as she said them, but closed her eyes for a moment as if to dispel them and remain still. With Mr Lee behind her, Asami could not see the lustful look on the old man’s face as he gave a silent nod that she could not see. He tried to suppress a giggle, as this was beyond what he could have hoped for. The beautiful and proud CEO, who had defied the Empire and countless would be suitors to follow her own path in what was once only the domain of men such as he, was now naked on all fours while he freely and happily explored her body with a wet sponge. He took a few long breaths to take in her beauty, and swallowed more than once to compose himself before resuming his beloved work.

He then slowly began using circular motions over her slit, brushing against her opening in gentle strokes, each one eliciting a muffled gasp which only fuelled the lust he was trying so hard to control. He had placed his other hand against Asami’s buttock to steady himself, and he was trying so hard not to squeeze it in delight with each swipe of the sponge. Then, with his fingers pressing behind the sponge, he used his outer fingers to press and gently part the outer lips of her labia, working their way to her inner lips. And then, with his middle and ring finger, he applied the slightest of pressure to push ever so lightly to her vaginal opening, but did not want to push too far, as he wanted to prolong what was to come, as it was just the beginning and he did not want to overwhelm her. Yet. So he focused on gentle stimulations as he wiped with his sponge, reaching further away from him towards the top of her clitoris, and then back. He did it for a few strokes, varying its path. After finishing, he then looked up to regard her lean back stretching out from her backside.

Asami felt Mr Lee’s hand on her lower back as he used the sponge to wash her toned back, repeating the same level of diligence he had with her other areas, stretching and reaching over her to reach between her shoulder blades to the nape of her neck. He shifted his position and shuffled around her to wash her arms. Asami tried hard to stare forward and ignore what was happening, not wanting to make eye contact with Mr Lee, or else she would feel obligated to try and reciprocate the smile she somehow knew he was still wearing.

After what seemed like several moments, if not more, Mr Lee seemed finished and patted her dry with a fluffy towel that must have been brought with the bucket. He then instructed her to get up and gave her the towel, which was a deep green and accented with gold coloured designs, so that she could tie it around herself. He then told her to stand on the rug facing the sofa. Asami felt a flash of immediate gratitude, wrapping the towel around herself. As she wrapped it, she tucked the top end between her breasts, just tight enough to keep it in place. The towel was wide enough that the bottom was just above her knees. Feeling slightly better, Asami then walked over to stand on the rug facing the sofa, as he said it would be more comfortable. He then turned and bowed to her as he walked away with the bucket, saying he would be back in a moment. Asami, unable to think of anything else to say, could only reply:

“Yes, Mr Lee, thank you”, as she watched him disappear into the hallway. After doing so, she rotated her shoulders, as if to loosen them after being in that position for so long. She also turned her upper body at the hips from side to side, as if trying to subtly stretch her back to get the circulation back, but not shaking too much that the towel came loose. The position she had been in was uncomfortable for her in more ways than just physical. She gave her head a shake, as if trying to move past what just happened, trying to take solace in the fact that it was over.

She took a moment to look down at herself. Even though the towel covered her body from her chest to just above her knees, Asami could sense that her body, which was once covered in sweat and perspiration from her earlier… dancing, was now glistening clean, with the fragrance of the soap likely able to be smelled… anywhere on her body. Asami had to concede that Mr Lee was most… thorough with his efforts. There was not a part of her body Mr Lee missed, as he seemed very diligent, or was it enthusiastic? Asami could not tell, although a part of her was telling her it was not her place to question which it might be.

Standing on the rug facing the sofa, Asami looked around at the suite, again taking in its decadent but luxurious design, the expensive statues, wallpaper and likely priceless paintings adorning the walls around her. The fireplace was a classical design, the sofa looked very comfortable, as she remembered Mr Lee sinking slightly when he sat it in earlier. She looked down and noted the feeling of the rug under her bare feet. It was a thick soft texture, and a stark contrast from the hardwood floor she was dancing and lying down on earlier. She then looked down at herself, despite wearing the towel, feeling so exposed at her nudity, despite Mr Lee’s kind and friendly manner. She was not sure why she felt so exposed in Mr Lee’s suite, or why she had to be nude. Or more concerningly, why there was still this part deep within her that felt anger towards Mr Lee. In an effort to distract herself from that thought, she looked up again at the ceiling patterns, but before she could start analyzing them again, she heard the footsteps of Mr Lee as he returned, his face wearing the same smile and holding something in his hands. Asami felt a brief feeling of disappointment that Mr Lee did not return carrying some clothing for her to wear, but he seemed to be carrying something small in one hand.

As Mr Lee walked around the sofa in front of her, Asami stared forward, feeling it awkward to make eye contact with Mr Lee until he addressed her. She tried to stare at something at the far wall, where the open kitchen and dining room were. She mentally checked herself, keeping her back straight, her shoulders squared and hands at her sides, and her feet touching together in perfect posture. It would have been the perfect picture posture when meeting an important client, if not for the towel wrapped around her naked body. She noted her hair was a mess, as her midnight mane fell loosely on her shoulders and back. But she was more pre-occupied with the fact that, under the towel, she was completely nude as she stood before Mr Lee, who had chosen to remain nude himself. She wasn’t sure who’s nudity made her feel more uncomfortable at that moment. She took a breath and stiffened slightly, maintaining perfect posture as Mr Lee sat in front of where she stood, only a foot or two away. As he did so, Asami continued to look forward, being able to see with her peripheral that he sunk slightly as he sat and casually crossed one leg over the other. She continued staring straight forward, and after a few moments, Mr Lee reached out with his hand and spoke:

“Here, Asami, I noticed that your beautiful hair was unkempt, so I brought you a hairband so that you may tie it back and be more comfortable,” he said with a smile before leaning back.

Asami blinked once as she looked down to see him holding out an open hand, with a red head band almost identical to the one she wore earlier. She focused on the headband, and made brief eye contact with Mr Lee as she took a step forward to take it, not wishing to offend him, and also because it kept her from focusing on his naked body. As she took it, she took a step back and put the elastic band around her wrist as she pulled her hair back into the same loose ponytail she had when she walked in earlier. She was economical with her movements, as she did not want to move too much and risk having the towel come loose, exposing her. As she finished, she felt her hair at the front loosely coming down on either side, giving her that same look and style she had when she arrived. She looked down at Mr Lee and gave a brief nod and thanks before resuming her focused gaze straight forward. As she did so, Mr Lee fidgeted nervously, but then quickly regained his composure as he looked up at her, almost getting lost in her green eyes, having that intense gaze that made him feel weak. For a moment, he felt like he was the one enthralled by her beauty, instead of her being in the thrall of the brainwashing. He then cleared his throat, speaking softly in a polite tone, but just loud enough to be heard over the music playing:

“Did you enjoy the bath I gave you, Asami?”.

Asami blinked once at the forwardness of the question before replying in a polite voice:

“Yes, I… thank you, Mr Lee”.

Mr Lee grinned, as he knew she would be compelled to only give positive replies, as much as she may subconsciously not want to. He then continued in a friendly voice:

“There is no need to thank me, Asami. After the beautiful dance you performed, it was the least I could do. And I promise to make your next bath more enjoyable”, he said with a smile.

He could see Asami’s eyes widen and then narrow as she suppressed a frown at the implication that it would not be the last time she was washed by him. And it would not be.

Mr Lee resolved to himself that he would never let anyone else have the pleasure of washing his lovely prize, not even her. He then slowly got up to stand near her, having his hands clasped behind his back as he slowly walked around her, making no effort to hide how he stared at her body despite it being covered by the towel. He smiled as he saw her continue to stare forward as a loyal soldier or servant would. As he walked back in front of her, he brought one hand up from behind his back to gently touch the back of it against her face, stroking her cheek, as he did earlier when she first arrived. That was the first time he touched her lovely skin, and it would not be the last. She briefly looked down at it, and he noted her body stiffening slightly as she continued to stare forward, as if trying to not notice. Mr Lee only smiled as he brought his hand down before speaking:

“Now, Asami, you know your duty is to serve. To obey without question. And that you must answer me honestly, yes?”.

“Yes, Mr Lee, of course”, she replied, almost automatically, as if feeling compelled to.

“Good”, Mr Lee said before continuing, feeling a swelling in his already erect member.

“Now, my instructions must be followed. You must follow them without question to demonstrate your loyalty. Do you understand?”

He said it with a slight edge to his voice, with his face still wearing the same kindly smile.

“Yes, Mr Lee”, she said more slowly, almost questionably but still in a compliant tone.

“Good. Now you must understand that in my service, there are only two things which exist: pleasure. And pain. Nothing else. Nothing else exists between these two things, whether it is physical or of the mind, do you understand?”, Mr Lee said in a softer, almost pleading tone.

“Yes, Mr Lee”, Asami said, understanding the concept easily enough, but internally, was questioning why there was an emphasis only on those extreme ends of the spectrum. Her attempts at analyzing that question were interrupted by Mr Lee as he spoke:

“Good. Now, I will test you to see how well you have listened. Are you ready to begin?”, he said, feeling his body temperature rising as he spoke, having rehearsed what he was about to say many times over in his head.

Asami frowned in confusion, but nodded in acknowledgement as there was still that voice reminding her of her duty to obey. She continued to stare forward as Mr Lee continued:

“…Now, If what I do causes you physical pain which you find unbearable, then you must tell me, and I will stop…” he explained with a faint smile before the smile transformed into a more…excited one.

“…But…” he breathed as he paused for a moment.

His breathing sounded almost haggard before he composed himself and continued with a smile that Asami observed seemed somewhat nervous and excited at the same time:

“…But, if what I do, does not cause you intense physical pain, then that means it has caused pleasure instead. Do you understand?” Mr Lee said softly but with a firm tone.

Asami nodded almost mechanically, but in her head felt her sense of confusion slowly give way to alarm and worry. She could feel beads of sweat form on her forehead as she tried without success to understand what kind of test Mr Lee was referring to which could cause pain. But she found herself unsure what was making her feel more anxiety: the potential for pain, or the potential for pleasure. She couldn’t make sense of anything, but could only try to set her thoughts aside for the moment and focus on what Mr Lee said next as he continued:

“…And to show me that it has caused you pleasure, and not pain, you must undertake the following steps, Asami. First…” Mr Lee raised his chin up as he spoke.

“…you must place your hands on my face, and use your thumbs to gently massage my cheeks…”.

Asami’s eyes widened, feeling an onset of panic and confusion, but she remained silent, causing Mr Lee’s nostrils to flare momentarily in arousal, silently giving gratitude to the effects of the brainwashing holding up, before continuing in a more laboured voice:

“…then, as you are massaging my checks, you must kiss me on my lips. And the kiss must be with an open mouth, Asami, using your tongue…”,

His voice sounded even more laboured, as it also carried a tone which Asami could tell left no room for questions, although a multitude were emerging in her mind which she tried to ignore.

Mr Lee could feel his heartbeat quicken in delight at the look of alarm on the beautiful CEO’s face as she heard those words, but could only remain silent and listen. He pressed on:

“…and then, as you are kissing me, you must remove your hands from my cheeks, and wrap your arms around me, pulling yourself close so that our bodies are touching. And as you are doing this, you must continue your kiss until I pull away from you and tell you that you may stop. The kiss may be long, so do not forget to breath through your nose, so that your lips can remain on mine for the, uh, duration of the kiss. Do you… understand my instructions, Asami?” Mr Lee finished with a benign smile, his brows raised in expectation of her reply.

When Mr Lee finished, Asami, feeling beads of sweat on her forehead, found herself taking her gaze from the far wall to look down at the old man, who was wearing the most kindly and benevolent of smiles. His smile, seemingly so kind and gentle, seemed a stark contrast to the words spoken, making her feel a turmoil of emotions that she could not listen to as it was overridden by her compulsion to obey. She found herself reluctantly taking her gaze away from the far wall, as she felt compelled to make eye contact with Mr Lee. Tilting her head down slightly to make eye contact with the shorter old man, there was a moment where the music finally stopped, leaving an awkward silence between them. Asami, on impulse at not wanting the silence to linger, could only say in a detached tone:

“Yes, I… understand, Mr Lee.”

Mr Lee’s smile remained, but Asami could see that his nostrils flared and his eyes widened momentarily before he composed himself. He nodded to accept her answer before speaking:

“Good, excellent, Asami! Then let us begin the test, but first…”

Mr Lee tilted his head to the side, as if almost forgetting something. Asami frowned in confusion, trying to think of what that might be. Mr Lee seemed to remember whatever it was he might have forgotten, and let his hand go up to briefly stroke her face again, before lowering it. Asami felt a momentary feeling of unease at the touch, and relaxed as Mr Lee pulled his hand away. But instead of bringing his hand back to his side, Mr Lee reached for the towel Asami was wearing, and before she could react, in a quick motion, pulled it off and tossed it behind him to the sofa, smiling before his eyes wandered down from Asami’s startled face.

Mr Lee’s eyes widened as he watched Asami’s perfectly formed soft breasts bounce as the towel was pulled off, her pink nipples a beautiful contrast against her porcelain white skin. He could see her chest heave as he watched her look down suddenly and then look back up at him wordlessly. Mr Lee tried not to giggle in delight as he could see her look of shock give way to indignation, and then back to her focused look as she tried to maintain eye contact and also, to Mr Lee’s amusement, tried to exude some sense of dignity. Mr Lee then raised both his hands and without saying a word, cupped Asami’s breasts, causing her to gasp and try to look away before looking down to see her wondrous melons being fondled. Her blushing face an expression of shock and an anger that she was only barely able to control, slowly letting the blush fade back to her normal porcelain white colour. Her successful efforts to do that were brought on by a combination of her discipline and self-control, as well as the subconscious effects of the brainwashing.

Mr Lee was elated by what he just saw, and used his forefingers and thumbs to playfully circle her areoleas before gently touching the tips of her nipples. The touch caused her to twitch and take measured breaths through her nose as her jaw was firmly shut. Mr Lee continued for a while. The music had ended, so the only sounds were of his heavy breathing and her staggered gasps as his hands gently played with her lovely mounds. He stared between her breasts but periodically looked up at her. She was trying to look forward at the far wall, but feeling his eyes on her, knew he wanted her to look at him, so she willed herself to look at him, her emerald eyes flashing an unsaid feeling of indignation while she kept her face as expressionless as she could.

It was like an out of body experience for Asami. It was as though she could see herself from a distance, standing on the rug of Mr Lee’s luxurious suite. Completely naked, standing at attention like a statue, her eyes looking to the far wall, as if trying without success to pretend she was unaware of the old man, Mr Lee, standing hunched in front of her, his hands on her breasts, gently squeezing and cupping them as he used his fingers to stimulate her nipples and areolas. The music had stopped a while ago, so the sounds of her restrained breathing and Mr Lee’s haggard laboured breaths were amplified to a level that seemed deafening to her ears. Every gasp that escaped her seemed to echo off the walls of the suite, and every panting breath from Mr Lee seemed to almost be an assault on her hearing as she tried to shut the sound out. But all she could do was try to remain upright and keep herself from reacting to Mr Lee’s hands which, she had to begrudgingly admit, were actually quite skilled at exploring and stimulating her body, despite her silent protests. In an effort to keep control of her body, she gritted her teeth, and it seemed to work. And when she felt Mr Lee’s eyes looking at her breasts instead of her, she allowed herself to close her eyes, hoping she could lose herself in her thoughts. But the effort failed, so she tried to look forward, her eyes finding a clock, and staring at the slow movements of its hands.

After some moments, she was able to unclench her jaw enough to let out a slow measured breath through her mouth, as if trying to calm herself and her body. She then closed her mouth again and tried to breath more regular breaths through her nose. All the while, she fought to keep her body standing as straight as she could, trying to fight the spasms, flinching and shudders that every touch from Mr Lee caused. Finally, she felt his hands slow, and looked down to see him looking at her, a wide smile on his face. As he looked at her, his hands cupped her breasts once more, pressing them up slightly before letting go. As he let them go, he looked down from her to watch them gently bounce. He then took a step back and put his hands behind his back and locked eyes with Asami. She had not moved, because he had not given her permission to move, which only fed the lust he was trying to control.

He wore a wide smile, elated at the small sampling he had allowed himself, and then tilted his head and lifted an eyebrow in a questioning gesture. His smile still remained, but Asami could tell that the expression was one of expectation, as if waiting for something from her. But what? It was confusing to Asami, who was still trying to mentally compose herself after what just happened. She felt an impulse to touch her own breasts, as if to wipe away the memory of what just happened, but there was a feeling that Mr Lee would not have appreciated the gesture, so she decided not to, resolving to do so at a later time when she was not facing him directly. Her thoughts then returned to Mr Lee’s questioning look. She frowned for a moment and then raised her eyebrows, just standing there, not sure what Mr Lee was expecting from her. She was acutely aware of her nudity as she stood in front of him in silence, the only sound being the cackling of the fireplace behind her.

Mr Lee’s look seemed to soften, and he spoke with a soft and patient tone:

“Now, Asami, did you feel any pain just now?” Mr Lee asked, clearing referring to the actions of his hands and his fingers, Asami realized uncomfortably. She reluctantly replied:

“No, Mr Lee”, was all she could say. Mr Lee then nodded and tilted his head forward.

“…then, what did you feel?” He said, wearing an expression of feigned curiosity.

Asami frowned as she looked at him and then looked down, as if trying to understand some deeper meaning behind his question. What did he mean? His question was clearly meant to lead her into coming to a conclusion. Why was it so hard for her to draw on her vast knowledge to come up with an answer? It was as if some part of her did not want to. She took a breath and let her mind rewind from the moment, back to the last words Mr Lee said before he… tested her? She then remembered: In Mr Lee’s service, there were only two things that existed. Pain. Mr Lee’s hands freely wandering and kneading her breasts were not something she would have wanted if asked. The most diplomatic word she could use was that it caused her to feel uncomfortable? But did it cause pain? No. She had to concede that it did not. So if it did not cause her pain, then the answer, based on Mr Lee’s choices, was…

“I, uh, pleasure?”, Asami answered in an almost confused tone as she looked up as she spoke.
It was the correct answer, as Mr Lee had only given the two choices. But… but, it did not feel like the right answer. But why? If Asami had said it caused pain, it would have been a lie, and as it was her duty to serve Mr Lee, and answer his questions truthfully, she would have failed in her duty. But still… the answer she gave, didn’t sound right for some reason. As if she herself didn’t believe it when she said it. She looked down for a moment as she processed that thought, before looking up at Mr Lee, and seeing his reaction to her answer.

The look of feigned curiosity he wore seemed to fade, as a smile began to emerge behind it. A smile that seemed content, as if satisfied with the answer, but was waiting for something more. He then spoke, his voice carrying an air of satisfaction, but also a hint of something else.

“And, do you remember, Asami, what you should do, if you felt pleasure, instead of pain?”

When Mr Lee finished, a wide grin broke across his wrinkled face, as he seemed to have that look of someone who was expecting something. Asami’s brows furrowed, as in her mind, she replayed the words she remembered Mr Lee saying. And then it came back to her. But instead of satisfaction and some sense of self-congratulation at her deduction, it felt as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown at her, as Mr Lee’s very detailed instructions of what she was to do replayed in her mind. And at that moment, it was as though two voices in her mind suddenly began arguing with one another. One telling her to pretend she did not remember, or try to somehow resist, and the other reminding her of her duty. It was like an internal battle that played out in the fraction of a few seconds, with Asami ultimately once again feeling a strange compulsion to obey Mr Lee’s commands, as much as a part of her still did not want to.

When Asami looked back up at Mr Lee, she felt a sense of alarm, as that inexplicable sense of anger within her from earlier, that seemed to manifest whenever she heard or looked at Mr Lee, threatened to surface again. But taking a deep breath, and remembering her duty, she stepped forward towards Mr Lee, who had put his hands behind his back in an apparent show of trust in her. A trust she was obligated to demonstrate she was worthy of. He then lifted his chin slightly, he was smiling widely but seemed to be holding back, as if the wide smile was still restrained in some way. Asami noted the expression, but resolved that it was something she would have to dedicate more thought to later, as she closed the distance to Mr Lee, now standing less than a foot from him. There was a moment of silence as she tried to gather herself again.

Still feeling a sense of uncertainty, she kept her eyes focused on him as she took a breath, this time exhaling slowly and steadily through her mouth, and replaying and following the first of Mr Lee’s instructions in her head, Asami reached up with her hands and tentatively placed them on either side of Mr Lee’s face. Feeling odd at the sensation of her palms against the wrinkled jaw of Mr Lee, Asami replayed Mr Lee’s next instructions in her head. She used her thumbs to gently massage his cheeks, feeling his face tighten as he smiled even more, his eyebrows raising in seeming excitement and anticipation of what was to come. Asami tried to ignore and block out the implications of what she subconsciously thought might be going through Mr Lee’s mind, as she opened her mouth. Her lips were not dry, but she nevertheless flicked her tongue across her upper and lower lips, wetting them more, just to ensure they were moist. The quick gesture was not lost on Mr Lee, as she felt his breath as his nostrils flared up as she tried to will herself to continue, now tilting her head so that her nose would not meet with his. She reluctantly leaned forward, feeling Mr Lee’s hot breath as her lips touched his. She stared at Mr Lee for a moment before closing her eyes tightly. She then relaxed her eyelids but still kept them closed and pushed forward. She could feel her teeth briefly touch against Mr Lee’s teeth, and fought to keep herself from flinching away. She instead tilted her head more and, taking a breath through her nose, tentatively stuck her tongue out as Mr Lee had instructed, feeling it touch against his teeth. But before she thought about how much further she could go, she felt Mr Lee’s tongue, thick and heavy, come down across her delicate pink tongue, and slowly circle it in its saliva. Asami felt her stomach churn and her eyes burn, as she felt the hot breath from Mr Lee’s nostrils wash against her soft face. Mr Lee’s eyes had stayed open the whole time, before he closed them with a satisfied snort. Asami then remembered the last part of Mr Lee’s steps, and, taking her hands off his face, hesitantly wrapped her arms around his wrinkled shoulders and neck, bringing herself closer so that her breasts were against Mr Lee’ sunken chest. She also felt his belly push against her toned stomach and her thighs touch against his legs. She took a breath through her nose, and felt Mr Lee’s body shudder as her breath went against his face.

Again, Asami felt an out of body experience, and it was as though she could see herself through the eyes of someone watching her from a few feet away, and what she saw… was something she was having difficulty processing. Or believing.

She was standing on the rug of a luxurious suite. And she was wrapped in what anyone else could only describe as a passionate, sultry embrace. And her lips were firmly fastened to the lips of an old man with a stocky build who was a few inches shorter than her. The kiss was still going on, with her jaw moving because Mr Lee’s tongue had entered her mouth and was licking the insides of her cheeks, her teeth, the roof of her mouth and under her tongue. Each exploratory touch by Mr Lee caused her body to shiver and jolt. She tried to fight those impulses while also fighting the inexplicable urge to gag. She was breathing through her nose, so that the kiss could remain, per Mr Lee’s instructions. And the sight that made it so hard for her to process, or want to process, was that as she was engaging in that embrace, with her lips locked on the lips of the old man she was to serve without question… she, both of them, were completely naked.

Naked and wrapped around one another. And because the music had stopped a while ago, the sounds of their bodies made against one another were more amplified; her soft smooth skin rubbing against his weathered dry skin. As were the sounds of the kisses and subsequent muffled moans, which were involuntary sounds escaping from her mouth as she was trying as best she could to not break contact to let out a gasp or gag, as much as those voices at the back of her mind wanted her to.

It was the kind of embrace that, even if two people were caught doing that in public, even half as deeply or explicitly as they were, and fully clothed, they would have had onlookers scolding and admonishing them for such a perverse display. The thought made Asami feel sick, but before she could think on it sooner, she felt herself flinch as she felt Mr Lee’s wrinkled hands place themselves on her shapely hips. Her eyes widened, only to find Mr Lee’s eyes opened as well, the expression one of calm, as if telling her to relax. Closing her eyes and letting out a silent sigh, she let out a soft grunt as if to give a reply of resigned compliance. As she did that, she felt his hands move, going up and down her hips, then going in circles, as if tracing patterns. They then went around her, and lowered to her rear, with each hand gripping softly on her cheeks, and gently pressing her towards him more tightly. She again felt a wave of nausea and alarm, or some sense of urgency of hope that it would all soon stop. She tried to again focus on her inner thoughts, hoping if she could re-examine the day’s events, she could somehow make sense of what was happening. But before she could begin formulating any thoughts, she felt Mr Lee’s tongue recede from her mouth and his hands gently slide from her rear to her hips before returning once again to behind his back. As that happened, she opened her eyes reluctantly to see the eyes from Mr Lee, wrinkled to show the smile of satisfaction on his face as he drew his mouth away, leaving a line of saliva from her lips to his, which he licked to his mouth, causing Asami to summon all her inner strength to suppress her gag reflex as she maintained her determined but focused expression. He then took one step back, and Asami slowly removed her arms from around Mr Lee’s neck and shoulders and brought them to her sides as she also took a step back. She let out a breath, and realized it was more of a pant, as the kiss and Mr Lee’s hands seemed to stimulate her body more than her mind wanted.

A few moments passed as Asami stared impassively at Mr Lee, who wore the expression of one who had enjoyed a satisfying meal but their hunger was in no way abated.

Asami tried to control her breathing. The way her body had been stimulated more than she realized, she had to take those slow steady breaths through her mouth as she returned to her perfect posture, standing upright with her back straight, her hands back at her sides and her feet close together. She could feel herself unsteady, almost swaying, but a few steadying breaths helped her centre herself. She was then able to breath normally through her nose as she fixed her emerald eyes on Mr Lee, her expression one of stoic focus as in her mind she tried to determine what Mr Lee’s purpose was for that.…test, what the next test would be, and how she would handle it. But before she could think on it further, Mr Lee spoke up:

“Very good, Asami, very good.” Mr Lee said with an elated voice before continuing.

“Now, please follow me. I would like to show you something”, Mr Lee motioned to the hallway as he spoke. He began walking, and waited for Asami to follow. There was a compulsion to not move, but Asami was able to push it aside and followed Mr Lee.

As Asami followed, a step behind Mr Lee, she looked down to note she was walking on the hardwood floor. She looked up and around, and noted the high ceiling and the doors to either side of the hallway as she walked by them, likely leading to bedrooms and study rooms, she surmised. The analyzing and theorizing helped her keep her mind off the past few hours, and the fact that she was still naked. As she continued her thoughts, she noticed they came to the end of the hallway, and Asami felt the temperature drop slightly as she felt a slight draft come from behind the double large oak door with intricate patterns carved into it with gold accents. Mr Lee reached it first and put both hands on the golden door handles. He then turned to her, causing her to stop a few feet from him, as if to give him space as she wore a questioning look on her face. Mr Lee then said:

“Please close your eyes, and do not open them until I tell you,”, Mr Lee said with a smile.

Asami was about to ask a question, but then felt a overriding sense to just agree, so she nodded and took a slow measured breath before closing her eyes.

She heard Mr Lee thank her, and then heard the door handles being turned, and the creaking as they where pushed apart. She felt a draft, causing her body to feel goosebumps and shiver for a moment before she then felt a gust of warm air. Maybe Mr Lee had opened the door to a large study or workshop room of some sort? Asami was not sure what it could have been, but before she could think of anything else, she felt Mr Lee’s right hand come around her and settle just above her right hip, gently nudging forward, with Mr Lee’s voice telling her to let her guide her. She did so, still wondering about the strange change in temperature, wondering what it could be. As she sensed herself walking past the door, she took a few steps before noticing she was no longer walking on the hardwood floor. She was walking on… grass? She felt a warmth on her face, and before she could process the thought, Mr Lee stopped them, and told her to open her eyes.

When Asami did, her eyes widened in surprise when she saw that Mr Lee had walked them out into what was his rooftop garden. It had an unobstructed view of the forests and trees from all directions, and because it was away from the activity of the Earth Empire on the lobby on the other side, it was very quiet. Almost as quiet as the suite itself. As Asami looked, she felt Mr Lee’s hand slide off her, but not before brushing against her rear. She tried to ignore the touch as she looked around to take in the garden. It was large, and almost the size of a banquet room, without the walls and ceiling. Mr Lee motioned her to follow him, and as Asami looked ahead to where Mr Lee was leading, she saw a large cherry blossom tree, which stood out from the other trees which lined the perfectly manicured garden. Just in front of the tree was a bench, and what looked like a bucket and water pump. There were also some small artificial ponds, Asami noted. As they were at the centre of the large patch of grass that ran the length of the garden, Asami looked back to see the doorway to the suite receding in the distance. She then looked around at the open area, and then down at herself, once again feeling a surge of anxiety and self-consciousness at the fact that she was walking out in the open on the rooftop garden, completely nude. The soft feel of the grass against her bare feet somehow made her feel more uncomfortable, rather than less.

Arriving at the far end of the garden, Asami tried to appear calm and composed as she looked around, wanting to put her arms across her chest to cover herself, but feeling she should not do so without Mr Lee’s permission, for some strange reason. As they neared the bench under the cherry blossom tree, Mr Lee turned and leisurely sat on the bench, making no effort to cross his legs. Asami stood in front of him, standing straight and still, not sure what to expect. Mr Lee then spoke, but while he was still smiling, he did so with a tone of more authority, causing Asami to stiffen, as if expecting some important information to be imparted to her.

“Asami, remember, my instructions are not to be questioned. Only I need know the reasons behind them. You need only to do as asked, do you understand?” He said with a strange grin.

Asami’s eyes narrowed, one part of her feeling an odd sense of indignation at Mr Lee apparently feeling the need to remind her of her duty to follow his instructions. But another part of her felt a sense of indignation for some other strange reason, apparently questioning the very nature of his instructions thus far. But, as Asami had to concede, Mr Lee did state that his instructions were not to be questioned. For the time being, she would have to just accept that he had his reasons, so she nodded in reply.

“Good, the tests are important in order for us to begin the work which is… very important to me. Also, please do not forget the difference between pain and pleasure, and how you must respond to them.” He reminded her, while still wearing his smile. Asami could only nod to confirm she understood.

Inside of Mr Lee, his insides were on fire. He had fantasized about this part of his plan for a very long time. It was going to be so much fun. So much, lustful fun. He then spoke up and pointed behind Asami to one of the berry trees which was near the doorway they had walked out from, causing Asami to look back:

“The berries on that tree. Please bring 5 of them to me. And Asami…” Mr Lee finished before Asami took a step, looking back at him expectantly with a questioning look as he continued:

“I wish you to bring them to me one at a time, so you will make 5 trips. And also, do not walk. Please jog. Think of it as a, uh, small test of your stamina, for my next test.” Mr Lee said, smiling as he leaned back on the bench.

Asami looked back and forth between Mr Lee and the berry tree at the far side of the garden. Her brows were furrowed in an expression of confusion. Mr Lee’s test did not seem to make any sense, as she could easily bring 5 or more of the berries in one trip. Also, jogging seemed illogical, as it would also not make much of a difference. But as those thoughts went through her mind, the voice commanding that orders be obeyed seemed to re-assert itself, reminding her that Mr Lee’s instructions were not to be questioned. She looked back to see that Mr Lee had raised an eyebrow, as if confused that she had not yet moved. She quickly shook her dissenting thoughts away and gave a quick nod to Mr Lee before turning and taking a step in the direction of the tree. She craned her neck to each side as if to loosen it, something she sometimes did when about to engage in any physical exercise, and then rotated her shoulders as well. She narrowed her eyes, focusing her gaze on the tree at the other side of the garden, and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly through her parted lips as she took a step forward.

Then, she then began to… jog, towards the cherry tree. For some reason, she felt a sense of embarrassment mixed with anger, along with the self-consciousness she already felt. It felt strange, feeling her bare feet touching against the soft grass out in the open. As she settled into a comfortable pace, she found herself looking down at herself and then to either side, as if worried she might be seen by someone. But all she saw were the trees and mountains around them. She had to admit, it was a beautiful view which at any other time, she supposed she would have appreciated. Within a few moments she arrived at the tree, and taking a quick survey, gently plucked one berry and loosely closed her hand around it before jogging back towards Mr Lee, still feeling the need to look around, as if afraid she would be seen by someone.

Mr Lee had never felt so intoxicated. So gleeful. So aroused. The sight of watching the object of his desire running from behind, seeing her tight lithe body as her arms swung and her legs lifted and pushed off, it was so beautiful. Watching her jog. Naked. He caught glimpses of her toned back as her hair, in the loose ponytail, swung from side to side with each movement. He loved watching her move. The feeling was elevated greatly when he saw her take the berry and then turn to jog back towards him, her beautiful face wearing an expression of seriousness and focused concentration which made him feel weak, her raven hair flowing from side to side with each step. Her arms pumping. And her beautiful, perfectly proportioned breasts, bouncing freely. As she got closer, he saw her breathing out with each step, timing her breathing perfectly as though she were an expert runner. But that did not surprise Mr Lee, as he knew Asami always prided herself on being the best at anything she did. Something that would help him immensely. She reached him and slowed, breathing a bit heavier, but not too much, as her physical fitness was always at peak levels. She held out the berry, which Mr Lee took but did not eat. She gave a quick nod and then turned back to jog back to get another berry. This time, Mr Lee focused on her lovely rump, perfect calves and feet as they kicked up with each step. Mr Lee could only take a satisfied breath and smile as he privately stroked himself.

After the 4th trip back, Mr Lee noted that her breathing was more heavy as she was panting now, which was not surprising, as it was a bit of a distance to jog back and forth. Nevertheless, Mr Lee’s lust and sense of perverse pleasure was growing more and more. So to satisfy his pleasure, he wanted Asami to do something different for the final round. Before Asami turned to jog back for the 5th and final berry, Mr Lee stopped her and said:

“For the final trip, Asami. Do not jog. Run. Please” He said with a benevolent smile.

Asami, still panting slightly, frowned in confusion, also feeling a silent sense of irritation. But remembering that Mr Lee’s instructions had to be followed without question, looked down for a moment at the other 4 berries she put in his hand, and gave a silent nod before turning.

Mr Lee leaned forward as she turned around. Watching with fascination as this time, Asami bent down on one leg more deeply, as if to push off more. And she did, and Mr Lee could not help but marvel at how she quickly picked up speed and accelerated, moving at a pace and with a technique that athletes would envy. He was certain that a part of her probably felt a sense of embarrassment doing what she was doing, and it only made him more aroused.

He watched as she got to the far tree and took a final berry, and then began a quick few steps of a jog before quickening her pace. The way her lovely breasts bounced and her face had that focused determined look… Mr Lee was not sure whether to laugh in delight or hyper-ventilate. The scene before him would have been seen as so comical… were she not so captivatingly beautiful. But he was able to compose himself. As she quickly neared, Mr Lee stood up, gently clapping and shouting words of encouragement to her, as if trying to cheer her on if she were in a race. For the briefest of moments, Mr Lee observed a flash of anger on the beauty’s face as she heard his shouts. He saw her briefly turn her head to either direction, as if afraid his clapping and shouting would draw attention to her. But she returned her gaze towards him, and the brief look of anger was quickly suppressed and replaced with the determined look she normally wore when tackling some great challenge. As she neared, she slowed to a jog, before stopping and reaching out to present the final berry to him. She was panting heavily now, but stood straight, and took deep breaths through her mouth to get the oxygen back in her lungs. Mr Lee took the berry in hand, and clapped a few more times, complimenting her on her feat, before motioning for her to walk with him away from the bench into the open grass. Mr Lee walked them until they were in the clear, and then pointed behind her to the grass behind her.

“You were excellent, Asami, excellent. I have never seen anyone move as gracefully as you did,” Mr Lee said it with just enough effusive praise.

Asami, her head looking down as if trying to focus on something other than Mr Lee or her surroundings, nodded as she continued panting, taking controlled, but deep breaths as Mr Lee continued.

“It was a privilege to watch you perform, it was a wonder to behold. Oh, you should be most proud of yourself.”

Mr Lee tried to suppress his giggle at his over the top praise. He knew it would sound excessive to her, and even ridiculous or patronizing, but he also knew that, no matter what she may have thought, in her current state, all she could do was be compelled to answer and accept his praise. And he was correct.

“Th- thank you, Mr Lee”, Asami said between deep breaths as she forced herself to look up at him, her chest heaving while she gradually steadied her breathing.

Mr Lee grinned, as he knew positive feedback only helped foster and reinforce her subconscious impulse to obey his commands. He then pointed behind her to the ground.

“There, Asami. Lie down and take a moment to rest. It is most well deserved”. He said with a smile that barely hid his excitement.

Asami turned her head and looked down. She then looked around quickly, still feeling self-conscious. She did not want to just lie down in the open, but her sense of fatigue from what were essentially wind sprints, and her remembering that anything Mr Lee said was to be obeyed without question, made her forget, or at least not focus, on the fact that she was standing out in the open on a rooftop garden completely naked.

She bent down and lay on her back, her hair in its loose ponytail under her. She kept her arms to her sides, and her legs closely together, as if doing so somehow made her less exposed. She then took a deep breath through her mouth, before exhaling through her nose. She continued to repeat the breathing exercise, with each breath becoming less and less laboured.

Mr Lee watched as Asami just lay there, taking measured breaths to recover from her ordeal. He loved watching her serious composed face, contrasted against her beautiful stark nudity. He then turned and walked back to the bench where he left the berries and walked back to Asami, still marvelling at the reality that the beauty he lusted over was lying on his garden in the nude, and was, so far, obeying his every command. He just stood there, naked, a few feet from her, as she lay there. When he saw her gaze become more alert, he knew she had almost fully recovered from her run, her body having dispelled the last vestiges of fatigue. He grinned as he looked at the special berries he had her pick. He then walked towards her as he spoke:

“Please stand up, Asami, I would like you to see something”, he said in a kind voice.

Asami blinked once, shaken from her inner thoughts, and turned her head to look up at Mr Lee. She gave a brief nod, and sat up and then turned to her side to get up in a brisk motion. It was such a sight to Mr Lee, as he stood just far enough back that he could take her all in, standing straight, her hands to her sides, her posture perfect. Mr Lee neared her and then turned back to the cherry blossom tree, which was framed perfectly against the evening sky. Asami turned to regard the tree as well, taking a tentative step so that she was a few feet from Mr Lee. Mr Lee turned and held out the berries as he spoke:

“Please, take these in your hand. I would like you to eat them. They are very tasty”, he said.

Asami looked down at them questioningly before holding her hands out slowly, cupping them together, so that Mr Lee could drop the berries into her hands. She positioned them in one hand, so that she could take with the other to bring them up to her mouth, before Mr Lee spoke to her:

“Not just yet, Asami. Do not start until I tell you. And you must take your time between eating them. And whatever happens, you must not stop eating them at a very leisurely pace. Do you understand?” Mr Lee said with more serious tone, despite his smile.

Asami, taken aback by the stronger tone, said that she understood, nodding on reflex to assure Mr Lee. On the inside, she felt strange, she had the berries in one hand, was facing the cherry blossom tree which had the backdrop of the evening sky, which had tones of blue and faint warm tones of orange from the sun which had almost set. There was an almost uneasy silence, as she noted there was little to no wind, making the rooftop garden seem so quiet. Asami’s anxiety returned, as she looked past her hands holding the berries, to look down at herself and be reminded that she was naked out in the open grass. It felt so out of place for her, but she was not sure why. As she thought that, Mr Lee had turned and stepped so that he was in front of her, wearing a wide grin. Asami felt uncomfortable at his expression, and being in such close proximity to him while they were both naked. But there was some compulsion, or impulse she could not explain, that demanded she should reciprocate, despite there being a strong voice within her that seemed to tell her to do otherwise. She tried to shake that voice away, and slowly produced a forced, if not awkward smile and nod, as if acknowledging Mr Lee’s presence.

Mr Lee smiled back even more, and before Asami could react, brought his hands up to her hips, gently holding them, as he bent down to his knees. Asami’s eyes widened as she looked down to see the top of his head past her hands holding the berries. She could tell his face was level with her sex, as she could feel his breath against it. In that moment, she almost dropped the berries, but managed to keep her balance and focus, her eyes looking down at him, wanting to take a step back and away, but knowing she shouldn’t, because it would break Mr Lee’s grip on her hips, which she knew he would not have wanted. As she finished her thought, Mr Lee looked up with a smile that seemed more serious before it broke into a wide grin again as he spoke:

“This is a very romantic night, Asami, so I would like you to enjoy the berries as I show you my… appreciation for your service to me so far. You may begin eating the berries”, as he finished, he looked back to her sex.

Before Asami could say anything, she felt Mr Lee’s hot breath against her sex before she felt his nose just above below her navel. A fraction of a second later, she felt his lips touch against her sex, causing a shiver to travel from her nether regions up her spine to her head. She suppressed a muffled gasp and clenched her jaw. Before she could do or say anything, she felt Mr Lee’s mouth pull away from her sex as he spoke up:

“Please tell me what you think of the berries Asami”, Mr Lee said, in an almost conversational tone.

Asami, still trying to control her body’s involuntary reactions, said in a forced voice:

“Yes, Mr Lee”.

As she said that, she felt Mr Lee’s lips against her sex again, using his hands on her hips, gently pulling one side closer to him and then away, as if gently turning her lower body from side to side. All the while, she felt his tongue gently licking up and down against her outer folds, occasionally moving towards the centre, pressing down gently before returning back to explore the rest of her sex. As she did this, she felt her body flinch and convulse against her wishes, as the hot breath from his nostrils against her soft folds covered in his saliva brought on a sensation of cold. The sensation was immediately replaced with the cold of his lips and the wetness of more saliva, before his tongue would work to lick away the wetness it brought. And repeat.

As Asami processed what was happening, she found herself looking down at the berries. In a moment of critical thinking, Asami reasoned that the sooner she began eating the berries, the sooner she finished. And the sooner she finished, the sooner Mr Lee would… stop? The situation was so unlike anything Asami had ever faced, but it seemed the most… logical, action to take? Asami swallowed and, feeling a mix of embarrassment and foolishness at the same time, picked one of the berries and put them in her mouth, closing her lips as she bit down, feeling the juices burst. It was indeed a sweet, tart taste, which seemed to carry some kind of aftertaste, but not enough to make it inedible. As she did that, she was conscious of Mr Lee’s lips and tongue continuing to acquaint themselves with her sex. Probing and touching her outer and inner folds, but never venturing to enter too far. Asami then felt another out of body experience, as she pictured seeing herself from several feet away, and it caused her to shut her eyes as she put another berry in her mouth, as if to take her mind off what she saw clearly.

She was standing out in the open of the rooftop garden. A cherry blossom tree in front of her, which she had to concede was, beautiful. The petals that had already fallen on the grass only added to the natural beauty of the scene. As she looked past the tree, she saw the clear evening sky, not hindered by any clouds or overcast sky. It was so serene. As she looked from left to right, she took in the perfectly manicured garden and behind it, the peaceful scenery of the forests and mountains all around her. Everything around her, she had to admit, created an ambience of peace that she felt she would normally appreciate if only —

“Asami, how are the berries?”, Mr Lee’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

Asami looked down, and felt her stomach churn as she remembered why she could not otherwise enjoy the beauty around her:

She had standing out in the open in the beautiful rooftop garden, naked, while Mr Lee, also naked, was on his knees in front of her, his mouth and tongue playing with her sex.

And while he was doing that, she was holding berries in one hand, while using her other hand to put them in her mouth while staring in the direction of the cherry blossom tree.

All at Mr Lee’s request.

She felt a cold chill wash over her body, and then a warm feeling of anger wash over her face. Why was she standing out in the open in Mr Lee’s garden? Why was she naked? And why was she just standing there eating berries staring off into the distance while Mr Lee was on his knees using his mouth and tongue to — and why was she allowing it? The anger was palpable, and seemed to demand it not be ignored. Asami still couldn’t tell where the anger originated from, or why it was directed at Mr Lee. But it was so hard to focus with Mr Lee doing… what he was doing. A few times, She felt her knees almost buckle when Mr Lee’s tongue threatened to delve too deep, but his hands, still on her hips, seemed to stiffen at that moment, as if to give her extra support. Then, after a few moments, she felt Mr Lee move away, and for a moment, thought she heard a giggle, which brought on an almost instant flash of anger, but she fought and managed to suppress it. She then voiced her liking of the berries, as she had almost forgotten Mr Lee’s question, which elicited a grunt of approval from him.

As Mr Lee stood up, he smiled before looking down at her hands, noticing that there was still one left. Grinning widely, he took the berry from her hand, and instead of putting it in his mouth, moved it towards hers. Her hands still up in the position as if they were still holding the berries, Asami looked at the berry at her mouth and involuntarily leaned back, before seeing Mr Lee’s questioning look and the beginnings of a frown. Suppressing a sigh, Asami let her hands drop to her sides and opened her mouth, allowing Mr Lee to put the berry atop her tongue. As she closed her mouth, she kept her eyes fixed on Mr Lee, as if trying to tacit convey some sense of indignation, but said nothing. Mr Lee simply smiled and let out a small giggle, as if the moment was one of playfulness, which seemed to reignite some embers of anger again, which Asami again had to mentally suppress. She chewed and swallowed the berries as she maintained eye contact with Mr Lee.

Mr Lee smiled openly at her. The things he was doing, and the things he wanted to do, were all things he knew the beautiful CEO would deem to be not just beneath her, but any self-respecting woman. And that knowledge was like an aphrodisiac for him. And it became even stronger, with the knowledge that, somewhere deep inside, she knew the things she was doing were beneath her. But that did not matter to him. And in time, it would not matter to her.

For a few moments, they just stood there, facing one another. Mr Lee wanted to remember the moment. Alone in his prized garden, with the object of his lust, finally his. Stripped of her status, her principles, and more importantly for him, her clothes. He had so much planned.

But first…

He motioned behind her towards the entrance leading back to the suite and they began walking towards its direction. He noted how Asami seemed to relax somewhat at the prospect of going indoors. Mr Lee felt a surge of glee at what she may have been thinking. There would be much… work to do. But… before they left the openness of the garden, Mr Lee stopped, causing Asami to stop and turn to him, her expression one of confusion or curiosity. Mr Lee took a deep breath and looked to Asami, and cleared his throat when he spoke:

“Asami, did you… feel any pain, just now?” He said with an almost innocent expression on his face, his eyebrows turned upwards.

Asami blinked for a moment, as if still recovering from what she tried to ignore while she was eating those berries. But then she understood that was likely exactly what he was referring to. She initially felt a sense of genuine confusion at the question, but then felt a slow sense of realization as she, almost mechanically, had to answer the question truthfully:

“Uh, n-no, Mr Lee”. She said, a voice inside of her wanting to say otherwise.

Mr Lee nodded as if in understanding, a slow smile then spreading across his wrinkled face as he then said:

“…Then, if you did not feel any pain, then you felt…?” He smiled as he finished.

Asami felt a knot in her stomach, and had to swallow as if to clear her throat. She felt her face warm, and knew it had likely reddened in embarrassment or… anger? But whichever it was, she knew it was her duty to ignore both. She knew what the answer was. Mr Lee said there were only two things that existed in his service. Pain. And pleasure. And if she did not feel any pain just then, then that meant it had to be pleasure, as much as a part of her felt the word did not apply. She felt her shoulders sag for the briefest of moments before she regained her posture as she looked at Mr Lee wordlessly. Somewhere inside of her was an anger that seemed as elusive as it was constant. But it was not strong enough to make her forsake her duty to serve Mr Lee. She had an excellent memory, and she remembered the action Mr Lee said she should take if she experienced pleasure instead of pain. The… steps, she was to undertake. For the briefest of moments, she felt her eyebrows lift upwards, almost in a type of pout or protest, but she once again reasserted her composure, trying as best she could to wear that determined expression she wore when negotiating projects with clients. She knew what answer Mr Lee expected, so as Asami slowly, and tentatively lifted her hands to Mr Lee’s face, she said as she breathed and exhaled, almost like a tired, resigned sigh:

“I felt… pleasure”. The words sounded so hollow and unconvincing, a part of her hated saying it. It seemed so detached, almost submissive, lacking in conviction, but it seemed Mr Lee either did not notice, or chose to ignore the tone in her voice, instead smiling widely as her hands touched his face.

As her hands were on Mr Lee’s face, her thumbs once again slowly rubbed his cheeks, reenacting what she had done in the suite earlier. She felt his face again wrinkle up as he smiled. She then slowly closed her eyes as she opened her mouth to Mr Lee’s already open mouth, feeling his hot breath against her face. As her lips once again locked on Mr Lee’s, she pushed her tongue out into Mr Lee’s mouth. In a second, she felt Mr Lee’s thick tongue brush against hers, and then circle it again as it coated her soft tongue in its saliva. It then made its way into her mouth as it then flicked itself against her inner cheeks, teeth. It then flicked up to the roof of her mouth before making its way under her tongue. It was just as invasive as before, but for some odd reason, it seemed her body was more… acclimated to its intrusive proddings. Asami was not sure if that was something that should have brought her more or less comfort. She almost forgot the next step, and moved her hands from Mr Lee’s face and wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders. As she did so, and felt her breasts and flat stomach rub against his sunken chest and body, she noted that she didn’t get the same gag reflex, and wondered why. As she wondered that, she felt Mr Lee’s eager hands on her hips before they slid to her backside, squeezing and rubbing each of her buttocks as they happily wandered from her hips to her rear and back. They then settled on her rear and applied pressure, pushing her closer towards him. She felt Mr Lee’s erect penis pressing upward against her navel, and felt a sense of relief that it had not gone down lower. As she finished that thought, it again felt like she could see herself through the eyes of another person watching her from several feet way, and the sight made her want to forget what she saw:

She was in the centre of the rooftop garden. Naked. With an equally naked Mr Lee. And they were locked in what any onlookers would only see was a carnal embrace while their lips were locked in a steamy sultry kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, holding him close, while his hands were kneading, squeezing and massaging her rear. It was so quiet outside that Asami was certain the slightest moan that inadvertently escaped from her could have echoed from the rooftop to the forests around them. She felt herself shudder at the thought.

An evening breeze brought a gust of cool air which washed behind and around her. The sweat covering much of her body from her run made the cool air feel colder than it was, making her body shiver and involuntarily tighten the embrace. Her body’s rebellious action caused Mr Lee to make a noise of surprise, and then let out a sigh of pleasure and approval as he tightened his hold on her rear in response, which made Asami’s face redden with anger at her body’s unapproved actions provoking the more intimate embrace between them.

She felt so awkward, exposed, embarrassed and… angry? While also feeling that compelling need to serve Mr Lee and faithfully follow his instructions without question. She couldn’t remember ever having so many conflicting emotions before. A lapse in her thoughts brought her back to the reality that she was still wrapped in an embrace with Mr Lee, her soft lips fastened to his wrinkled lips, while their tongues were touching and prodding against one another’s. The more uncomfortable reality was that all of that was happening while they were both naked. She wanted to shake the thought away and try to focus on something else, but before she could, she felt a flash of relief as Mr Lee pulled away, smiling with an ear to ear grin that seemed to carry an excitement which made her feel more uncomfortable than she would have liked to admit. As she let her arms fall to her sides, Mr Lee kept his hands on her hips. He stared down at her before staring up at her lips and then her emerald eyes. He then spoke:

“Excellent, Asami, excellent. You have performed, exceedingly well. You have, in fact, exceeded my expectations. And…”, he said with the widest of smiles before pausing.

For some reason, the eagerness in the smile made her feel more uncomfortable than any reproachful frowns or disapproving looks. But before she could say anything, Mr Lee removed his hands from her hips and took her wrist in his hands. He then lifted them to his neck, motioning for her to once again put her arms there again. Asami felt confused for a moment, wanting to question what he intended, but remembered it was not her place to question… as much as a part of her wanted to. She allowed Mr Lee to guide her hands, and rested her forearms on his shoulders. She was about to summon the courage to ask what he had intended, but before she could say anything, he took a step to one side, and put his left arm behind her back, and reached down to put one arm behind her knees, and lifted her up in one surprisingly swift motion.

Her eyes widened in surprise, letting out a tired gasp that came out more as a defeated sigh, as the earlier and more recent activities had taken more out of her than she cared to admit. She looked at Mr Lee, who’s face was less than a few inches from hers, and followed his gaze as he looked down. She was being held as one would hold their bride. Only, both of them were naked. As she looked back, she found herself looking at a smiling Mr Lee, who then spoke in that same gentle voice:

“…and … I look forward to you exceeding ALL of my expectations, Asami.”

The voice was still gentle and soft, but the words, and the conviction behind them, made Asami’s eyes widen as she kept her arms around Mr Lee’s neck to keep from falling. She looked back at the cherry blossom tree, and then looked as Mr Lee turned so they were facing the door back to the suite. Mr Lee then spoke again:

“I have prepared a very special meal for you Asami, as I am certain you are as famished as I am. But first…”,

Mr Lee said it in an almost hushed voice before pausing. He then looked down at her body held in her arms, licking his lips in a quick motion that Asami missed. He then bend his head down, so that his nose was close to her neck, smelling the sweat from her earlier activities. He looked up at her with a smile, with Asami fighting the urge to flinch or turn away from that intense gaze. Mr Lee then continued:

“I will need to give you another bath. But do not worry, I promise to make this bath even more thorough, and hopefully, make it perhaps exceed all of your expectations”,

Asami’s eyes widened as Mr Lee’s grin nearly went from ear to ear. He stared down at her, and Asami followed his gaze once again, as if to consciously remind herself that they were both still naked. And she seemed to be the only one greatly troubled by that.

But before Asami could think to say something, anything, Mr Lee took a step and walked with her in his arms back toward the suite’s entrance at a brisk pace…

In her mind, a newfound sense of urgency seemed to emerge in Asami. She was not sure what it was, but she resolved that she had to uncover the origin and meaning behind those questions that had been plaguing her ever since she… entered into Mr Lee’s service.

And perhaps the one person that could help her, was the one person that was source of those conflicting thoughts. The one person that may be able to help her resolve those questions, and in doing so, perhaps renew her sense of duty to serve. She then reluctantly turned her head up to look at the person in question. The person she was entrusted to serve. The person she decided she would have to confide in…

Mr Lee.

(To Be Continued…)
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