The hypnotized Japanese woman, her eyes mere slits, sits in her cubicle, the soft hum of the office a distant murmur. Obeymaster's voice echoes in her mind, guiding her every move. She unbuttons her blouse, her hands trembling slightly as she exposes her breasts. A faint moan escapes her lips as she pinches her nipples, her back arching. Her skirt rides up, and she grips her inner thighs, her fingers inching closer to her wet pussy. She's a puppet, a doll, her body responding to his commands, her mind a blank slate of pleasure and obedience.