The Loop - S01 E30

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The Loop - S01 E30

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 30

Alex nervously leaned forward. His hand took the glass and turned it a few times. “I think you were just about to tell me about my promotion and big fat raise,” he said with a nervous grin as he lifted his drink to his lips.

This made her laugh hard again. Also spitting out her drink. “Mr. Simpson, you are full of surprises outside the office. First nervous as a lamb and now full of himself as a lion.” She took another sip as she eyed him. “Back to business. It is a special program I’m developing. You will be my fourth employee to try it out. The other three were,” she paused hunting for the right word,” not suited for it. But I tweaked some of the requirements and believe you are a perfect candidate.” She let her words hang there. Looking for his reaction.

Alex took another sip of his drink. More to think about how to play this. Play dumb and let her start over again or to come clean and tell her about it all. How she did this to him already. About the loops and how he has been reliving the same day over and over. Would her mind control jump from loop to loop? Other stuff has. His johnson always being ready and up for the task thanks to those cops and that yea shop owner. Even the video of the eyeglass visit was still on his phone. So how would that work?

He finished his slow sip and placed the glass on the table. “Mrs. Blake, I know about your special employee program.” It was his turn to sit back and watch her reaction.

“Excuse me,” she questioned as a panic and confusion crossed her face. Alex leaned forward again. His hands grasped his cup again. Was it for comfort or strength he didn’t know.

Mrs. Blake or should I call you Alpha? You did this to me before.” It was his turn to lock on her face and watch her confusion grow. She went to ask a question but stopped before she started.

“Give me one second and I will explain everything.” He picked up the glass and downed the contents. The brown liquid burned down his throat as the sweet syrup of the coke followed. Placing the glass down on the table with a small thud he started in with his story. Not telling her about every loop but giving her enough information for her to understand what he has been dealing with. He stopped abruptly. Her eyes watched him. Caught up with every word.

Then she laughed. This time letting out a snort. “Mr. Simpson, that is one hell of a story.” Tears now rolling down from the corner of her eyes.

“It is not a story, Mrs. Blake. Use your trigger,” he said, a little heated.

“Ok, ok, I'll play along.” She paused to finish wiping the tears away. She straight and put on a serious face when she said “omega trigger.”

She watched as body slacken. His hands fell away from holding the glass and rested palm up on the table. His shoulders dropped as he sunk into his chair. His mouth opened and his eyes glazed over. “Mr. Simpson are you ok,” she asked after her shock wore off? “Are you just messing with me?”

“No Alpha, your toy is not messing with you. To answer your first question, Mr. Simpson is here. To him he floats in between being asleep and awake. He sees what his body does but he has no control. You have programmed his mind to split, giving this omega side control when you place him in trance. So in essence you have control, Alpha.” After finishing his statement his gaze drifted back into seeing nothing.

“I know how it works,” she said with a bit of heat in her voice. “I’m the one that you are saying did it to you in another one of these loops. Hmmm.” Her finger moved up to her lip, tapping it as she thought. After about a half a minute she came to her conclusion. “So omega, I will not remember this conversation or any other in any loop correct?”

“Yes, Alpha, that is correct.”

“Then you may never come out again if I don’t 10 to put you under and if I do that could mess up all this programming. Hmm, what to do?” She paused again to think again. “First, let me see first hand how deep you are. On your knees,” she commanded. Omega pushed his chair back and dropped to his knees in front of her. “Very good, very good.” She slid over on the booth to get a better look. “Look at you on your knees and ready to service your Alpha.”

Her foot reached out. The base of her pump resting on his chest. “Clean the bottom of my heels.” He moved to hold her foot but she jerked her foot away. “Did I say you can touch me?”

“No Alpha,” he replied weakly.

“Then don’t. You need to prove you are the first.” Extending her foot again she said,”now clean it.” Omega opened his mouth, exposing his tongue. Which started working long locks along her leather heels. Once he cleaned one side he moved to the other. Making sure each inch was locked clean.

Her evil smirk crossed her face. The one where she enjoyed making people bend to her will. It could be at work or outside. Giving them no chance other than what she wants. Taking their freedom from them and how wonderful she did that with Mr. Simpson. How she made him into her puppet to pull the strings, but how to make sure he tells her again?

Her foot lifted a bit higher. “Clean the heel Omega. Suck it like it was a little cock.” Watching him drag his tongue along her heel to the heel and taking it in his mouth was a sight. Him starting to suck it got her worked up. “As you do that, pull your dick out and jerk it hard for me. I want to see what you are packing Omega.” He unzipped his pants and removed his dick. Taking it in his hand he started pumping away. It was not long until his dick was rock hard. “That will do nicely,” she said, seeing his meat grow. “Get up and sit back down. Let’s talk about the future.”

Omega zipped up his pants and sat back in the chair across from her. He placed his hands on the table as he sat straight. “So how do we get you to come find me each start of your new loop to tell me all about this?” Her hand waved in a grand gesture. “I guess we will need to add that to your programming huh?” She got up from her seat and walked around the table to stand behind him. “This is not an ideal location but it will have to do,” she said. Then leaning into inches from his ear. He could feel her warm breath on his skin. The words, “Blood Red Sky,” were whispered into his ear and his mind dropped. He could feel his body relaxing as he followed the spiral created by this mind eye. Followed as it spun. Falling deeper and deeper as he tried to catch the never ending swirl.

Mrs. Blake watched as he dropped into his trance. Watched as his body relaxed. As his head started to droop to the side. How his mouth fell slack. As his eyes closed. Watching him chase the end of the trance.

“Such a good boy to fall so deep for me. My omega always pleases me. I like that he told me about the loop he was trapped in. I think we will have a lot of fun with this. Now to have you come tell me all about this,” she paused,” condition, you will have a strong urge to tell me about this the moment you first see me in the morning at work. You will need to get my attention and tell me. If you don’t, if you try to fight it, you will become anxious and stressed. You will not be able to fight this. You will need to tell me. Understood?”

“Yes Alpha,” came a low monotone voice.

“Good, now that is in your programming, let’s bring you back up.” She moved back to the booth and once seated she started the process of counting him awake. At the count of five his mind woke up and he was back across from his Alpha.

“Good to see you back awake.” She took a bite of the meat and washed it down with her drink. “Damn, that is so tasty. Have a bite.” Omega reached out and took one of the small pieces and placed it in his mouth. He began chewing the juicy flavorful piece of meat. Nodding his head in agreement. “How do you feel omega?”

After a few more seconds of chewing, he swallowed the morsel. Then he answered in a monotone voice. “He feels good, Alpha. He likes how trance makes him feel so relaxed.” He reached down and took a sip on his drink.

“That is so good to hear. I enjoy hearing that my good boy is enjoying his training.” She paused for a moment before asking,” so how many loops have you been in omega?”

He had to stop and think about the answer. “He believes it is thirty eight but it may be thirty nine now.”

“And how many of them did you find yourself at my feet,” she followed up with. All attention on her prey.

“I believe it was ten Alpha.” His tone was still flat as his blue eyes stared at her.

“Interesting. So you are a born submissive,” she said more as a statement but omega responded as if it was a question.

“No Alpha. Omega is a switch. He enjoys both roles.”

She perked up at this. “Have you ever dominated me?”

“No Alpha, he has not.”

“That makes sense,” she said as her hand moved up to her mouth. Her finger tapping on her lips in thought. “Hmmm, I do have the most wonderful idea. You see I have not really found a man to dominate me fully. Maybe by giving you that command you can and if I don’t like it I will not remember it. Do you think you can do that for me?”

“Yes Alpha. He believes that he could fully dominate completely.”

“Then let’s try it out, but one more thing. You said the program worked on my husband?” A wicked smile crossed her lips.

“Yes it did Alpha. You called him Zeta.”

“Hmmm, that makes sense.” She reached for the phone that was on the table. Opening the screen she tapped the button to call her husband. She pressed the speaker phones omega could listen but placed her finger to her lips for him to be quiet.

After three rings the phone was picked up. “Blake, I’m in a meeting with Ms. Green and Ms. Cannon at the moment. Can I call you back?”

Mrs. Blake whispered “zeta trigger” and he went silent. “You there zeta.”

“Yes Alpha,” he responded in the same monotone used by omega. She thought to herself she needed to change that for future initiates to our program.

“Good,” she responded. “Put the phone on speaker. I would like to talk to the ladies.”

“Yes Alpha.” The clear tone changed on the phone to more of a distant sound.

“Hello Mrs. Blake,” came the familiar voice of Ms. Green. “What is going on?”

“My husband has been triggered into his trance. He will do anything I say. I have plans this evening and don’t want him to interfere. So ladies, would you like to have some fun with him? I let you control him. You can do anything you want to him. What do you say?” She nervously grinned at omega.

“Anything,” said the voice over the phone.

“Yes, anything.”

“Then count us in. What do we have to do Mrs. Blake?”

“Just keep him busy. Zeta, I give Mr. Green and Ms. Cannon control over you. Do you understand?”

“Yes Alpha,” he replied.

“Have fun you three,” she said as she hit the end button. “They seem like they are going to have some fun. Ms. Green can be a handful and I don’t know this Ms. Cannon. Heard she is new.” Another pause to change the subject. “But anyway, my husband will be busy the rest of the evening. So let’s see if you could put me in my place.” She leaned forward to stare into his glassy eyes. “You will only tell me about this part to come in your future loops if I enjoy it.” She took a sip of her drink. “Shall we start. Omega I command you into the dominant role. You do whatever you wish with me.”

The blank stare that was in his eyes disappeared. Replaced by a fire. One look into them would burn your soul. He sat there, his eyes on her. She felt his burning gaze. As each moment passed she became more and more uncomfortable until she finally asked,” when are you going to start?”

“Start,” he questioned her? “Start what?”

“You're taking control,” she responded nervously. She fidgeted in her seat as she waited for his answer.

“How do you picture me taking control of you?” He paused, “what would your submission entail?”

She nervously giggled, “well,” she started and then stopped. She looked at him hoping he would take the lead but he just sat waiting for her to continue. This was making her very uncomfortable. “It’s you taking control. Pinning me to a wall. Forcing yourself on me. Make me your plaything.” As she finished, she could feel the heat building in her cheeks.

“Ahh, no you are wrong,” he said. Letting his words sink in. Just as she was about to respond he continued cutting her off. “Those are all physical acts. Why yes they are acts of control, they are not domination.” She was about to voice her option. “Before you speak out of turn. Let me finish.” His gaze stared her down. He paused from a moment again and just as she was about to speak he started again. “Do you think when a partner lets you take control it is domination? I bet you do, but what if they physically stop you or use their safe word. Who is in charge then? Not you, it is them.”

He paused to sip his drink. Watching her take in his words. “I see you understand that. Just watching your beautiful features comprehends that truth. Now let’s talk about true domination. This can be in any part of life. Shit I bet you do this in your business world.” Her mouth opened to say something but he raised his finger and she stopped. “True domination is when you let that person take control from you. It is a complete mental thing. It could stay mental as a coworker who always does as you say or it could turn physical as you being pinned up against a wall. In both of these cases you have given your partners control over you.”

Her head was swimming at his words. Was this true? Was this complete domination? Giving yourself over completely. Deep down she knew it was true and that his words had set her free. Free to give herself to him. “You may speak now,” he said. She didn’t realize she was waiting for his permission until he gave it.

She was caught off guard at his statement, but his words made it ok. “I can see that now. I never realized that the domination of someone meant taking more control of their mind then their body. That anyone can force themselves on another willing or even unwilling, but for one to give their mind over to that is even more powerful.” Her last word hung in the air as she had more but was unable to voice it. Her eyes looked down at the table as she felt her blood pumping red hot under her skin. She has not felt this way in a long long time. So vulnerable. So weakened. So free.

He smiled back at her as her gaze rose from looking at his glass to his face. She knew she was his now. He did what he wanted. Take her how he wished. From the primal look in his eyes he knew he caught his prey. His hand reached out over the table. She stared at it a moment before reaching for it with hers. Going to wrap it around her throat.