I turned y conservative Chinese colleague into a submissive sex slut

As this is not the sort of thing achieved without some significant preamble, there is quite a bit of context here. If you wish to skip to the heavy breathing section, feel free to skip to the dotted line below.

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I worked for a large multi-national company and during an expansion project I was offered a senior management role which involved moving to Shanghai, China. The role was really well paid, and well beyond my number of years experience. Being young and ambitious I jumped at the opportunity and within a few short weeks I had packed up my life in Australia and had moved to China.

My new apartment in Shanghai was huge and had views of the city’s skyline - which, compared to the slow, relaxed lifestyle in Australia was very exciting for me. Australia is a country of 25 million people - and yet this single city had over 25 million people. The city constantly bustled with activities and glowed with activity at night.

Being new to the city and having more money than I could realistically spend, I endeavoured to make my non-working life as extraordinary as possible, and I began to explore the city with determined openness, truly embracing the hours of rare freedom away from work. The job was stressful, so my time away from the office was a delight of viceful indulgence. And as I would quickly learn, my favourite vice became the corruption of beautiful (and often very innocent) women.

To briefly described myself; I am 6 ft tall, I was a swimming in younger years and have maintained that same physique however have lost some of the bulk making my body lean but hard. These days I keep fit with gym work and running. I have brown hair and a dimpled smile.

Now, my project worked across multiple locations - the head office where many of the senior staff worked, and a smaller office building where a lot of the local Chinese worked. It was at this second office where I met Luxi.

Luxi was young and beautiful. She had an air of innocence about her, especially when it came to men and relationships. She was a new grad from one of the top universities in China and had made a really good start to her professional career. She was slim and curvy with long black hair and wore professional business attire that hinted at perfect hour glass figure and nicely shaped C-cup breasts.

I remember the first moment Luxi walked into my office halfway through the morning. I stood up to greet her, towering over her at only 5’3”. We had an almost palpable moment of connection - an unspoken moment where our eyes met and stayed locked on one another. Like a silent gravity that only we could feel the pull of.

When she looked up at me - my greeny blue eyes meeting her deep brown eyes for the first time I knew this was different. She was different. There was something between us.

In that first moment of meeting, I remember her soft smile twisting devilishly as we shook hands, my much larger hand gently squeezing as I engulfed hera.

Luxi quickly became one of my favourite employees. She was smart, competent, and motivated. But she also had an undiscovered cheekiness. She was conservative in nature being Chinese, but naturally open-minded and inquisitive. Her personality more western in a sense.

She became my shadow at work. And I found myself as drawn to her as she did to me. This soon bled into hours outside of work; Luxi soon becoming my city tour guide, my translator, even my food delivery girl during the long working hours.

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Our dynamic changed one night; we’d spent the previous two months on a high-pressure project submission and everyone’s stress levels had been very high.

That night, the office was quiet - the way it gets when everyone has gone home. It was past 11pm by the time I submitted the final report, closing everything off after months and months of work. From our office outlook, the city outside buzzed with colour and lights. I was exhausted but felt relief from finishing the project. I walked down the empty corridor and noticed one computer monitor remained on and a small figure sitting before it.

Luxi.

She hadn’t noticed me yet. She sat with her head down. Her hands cradling her face. I stood there for a second, watching her, how her back was straight even after ten hours at the desk.

“Still here?” I asked, quietly.

She turned quickly - shocked - she hadn’t known I was there or expected me. She looked at me with wide brown eyes. But her voice was calm. “I came to help and was worried that my submission wasn’t good enough.”

I walked towards her. “Wasn’t it?”

That earned me a pause. Normally I was full a praise for her and her work. She was very good after all. Her fingers tightened in her lap. Her shoulders were still. I walked forward, closing the space between us slowly.

“So, you stayed? And nearly all night.” I said looking at my watch.

“I don’t want to fail us. And you’re hard to impress.”

“Am I?” I couldn’t help but smile at her. After months of stress, my professional walls were coming down. The project was over. I was tired. But so relieved to be done. Call it poor judgement or irresponsible, but in that moment spoke to her like I hasn’t before, crossing a professional line I otherwise wouldn’t have crossed. Luxi looked so small sitting before me in her swivel chair. I was close enough to smell the very faint scent of her perfume.

Looking down, I could see the subtle outline of her nipples through her tight white blouse; the building being temperature-controlled at all times. As she looked back up at me, she noticing my gaze. “It’s late, and cold in here,” I joked. “Should we get out of here?”

She gave a little frown - a slight pulling down of her lips on one side. Then gasped, crossing her arms across her chest as she realised my meaning; Chinese are much more conservative than I’m used to back home in Australia.

It was that frown that got me, that made me bold.

“But maybe… I don’t want to go. I like the view, Luxi.”

Luxi quickly looked up at me, as if seeing the mood inside my words. Barely perceptible, I saw her thoughts as if written on her narrow heart shaped face - curiosity? Nervousness? Longing?

I took a step closer - within reaching distance now. “Even though the project is over, are you still looking to impress me?”

She paused. Her face was compromised, as if torn between want her wants but what is right. “This could be inappropriate. We’re colleagues,” she said.

“But not untrue?”

She turned fully then, slowly, her gaze steady. Defiant.

“You follow orders better than anyone on my team,” I continued.

“That’s because I don’t like failing,” she repeated.

I leaned in, her eyes didn’t move. “Or maybe…” I kept my voice low, soft, “you like being told what to do...”

I let the words sit in the air between us. Luxi didn’t speak. But her breathing changed. Not much—but enough.

I was hungry for now. That gravity I’d so often felt between our bodies since the first meeting together suddenly stronger now.

“If I gave you an order right now,” I said, “would you follow it?”

Her eyes met mine. And she nodded. That cheeky nervousness in her eyes.

A fire had lit itself my chest. Permission to continue, to cross the invisible professional boundary. My particular brand of deviancy has always been exerting submissive control; physically yes, but also mentally.

“Take off your heels,” I said.

She didn’t hesitate. She slipped them off, one at a time. Her head didn’t look up.

“Good girl,” I said quietly. She blushed at this. It was subtle in the low light. But I saw it. Her hands lowered from her across her chest, exposing herself. Inviting. Waiting.

I walked around slowly to stand in front of her. I didn’t touch her. I didn’t have to. She looked up at me, pupils wide. Hair tucked behind one ear. So still, seemingly so calm and yet I could feel her tension.

I stepped closer. Close enough for her to feel me next to her. Close enough that the next thing I said would matter.

“Close your eyes. And listen to me.”She nodded. She may have whispered her consent but nothing came out. Her eyes closed.

“As we are still at work, you may call me ‘sir’. And you are to follow all instructions. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Do you have any restrictions which would disallow you from fulfilling your duties?”

“No sir.”

I reached for her. My hands cupping her cheek. She leaned her face towards my hand. Slowly, carefully, I reached down to grasp the top button of her tight white blouse. With a gentle tug, I popped it open.

Her eyes opened too with surprise.

“I’m sorry sir.” She closed her eyes again quickly.

Suddenly, I bend down and brought her upright from the chair. I pulled her close, pressing her body against my body. Luxi gave a gasp. Almost a small yelp as our bodies met, only thin layers of material separating us. Her tight hard firm against my body.

In that moment our eyes met - her brown and my blue green. A moment of understanding transferred between us. And our lips met. Slowly at first, and then quickly. Hungrily.

I wrapped my arms around Luxi’s small waist and pressed our bodies tightly together. As our lips moved together, exploring - our hips pulsing and yearning with each other.

With one hand I gently reached up Luxi’s back, feeling the curve of her until I felt the soft, long strands of her straight black hair. Nearing the base of her skull, I pulled her hair into a ponytail and gently tugged. Her mouth pulled up and parted, her eyes wide and looking at me.

“Kneel,” I said.

Luxi obeyed. “And undress…”

Luxi knelt in perfect stillness with her knees folded beneath her. Her hands came up to her white and she started to undone the rest of blouse. Her eyes never left mine as the last button fell undone, exposing smooth porcelain skin underneath. The thin fabric of her blouse fell open to reveal a light, black bra, the delicate swell of her breasts and the curve of her collarbone angular in the soft, low light.

My hands moved with slowness, tracing the line of her jaw with a finger as she looked up to me from her knees. I bent my head, my lips brushing the sensitive skin just below her ear. She shivered at the touch, her breath catching in a soft, uneven gasp.

Slowly, I kissed along the slope of her neck, teasing the skin, marking her with invisible traces. My hands reached her shoulders and gently beyond, reaching behind her for the clasp of her bra.

A twist. And it fell away.

With bare chest exposed, Luxi knelt with her wide brown eyes looking up at me. There was a moment of pause as I stood tall above her. It was only a moment later did she notice the heavy bulge in my work trousers only inches from her face.

Slowly, dutifully, she began pulling at my belt. Loud in the quiet of the empty office, my belt sounded as it opened and my pants feel to the floor.

She gasped as she took in the length.

“It’s….” She trailed off. I nodded. I knew what other Chinese girls had said.

“Good girl. Now open your mouth…”

Luxi parted her lips, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’.

I pulled her hair into an untidy ponytail as her tongue caressed the head of my dick. She gagged quietly as she tried to take the entire length of me. I cradled her head, stroked and applying gentle pressure as her bobbed forwards and backwards. Spit dripped onto her bare chest.

But, I needed more. Needed her.

Pulling my tie off, I bend down to pull her hands up. Placing the tie around her wrists, I laced the tie into a firm, tight restraint. Luxi complied without a word; a strand of saliva running down her chin. I bent forward and licked it from her mouth.

With her hands bound in front of her, I turned Luxi around and pushed her face down onto the desk. The city glowed before us as my hands I traced the narrow curves of waist and hips before placing the head of cock against her wet, little Chinese entrance. I pushed.

She gasped as she feel the stretch. But I didn’t push all the way in. Instead, I stopped. Out. And then in. But only the tip.

She moaned greedily.

“Luxi… do you want my cock?”

“Yes.”

I slapped her right button cheek. She gave a soft scream. Both from the spank but also from the head of cock pressing into her again.

“Yes sir,” she breathed. “Yes.”

“That’s better. Good girl. Are you going to ask nicely for my cock?”

“Yes. Please give it to me, sir.”

I pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail, her head pulling backwards gently. I increased the thrusting, centimetre by centimetre given her more and more. No longer able to maintain her little whimpers, Luxi lost control, her loud moans filling the entire room. Finally, I released her hair and grabbed at both her hips, pulling her backwards quickly and firmly onto me as I slammed the full length of me deep inside of her.

She screamed as I fully entered her.

“Good girl.” Another sharp spank.

I fucked Luxi relentlessly. Slamming in and out of her for what seemed like an hour. Eventually I flipped her over, her round soft breast bouncing chaotically as I altered between deep, hard thrusts and shallow teasing thrusts. When I gently tugged upon her nipple, pinching it before bringing it into my mouth, Luxi gave a scream of pleasure. Secret unlocked: Luxi loved having her nice round nipple gently twisted to get her to orgasm.

Her screaming seemed to bounce off the walls as she came hard on my dick, her face a perfect imagine of pleasure. Her eyes scrunched upon and mouth wide.

Bucking hard I released long strands of cum all over her belly, covering her breasts and even a line shooting across her face. Breathing heavily, I cradled her tightly.

“Good girl,” I softly whispered in her ear. She clung to my chest as I re-entered her, the traces of both our cum still on my cock.

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Over the next few months, Luxi and I were nearly inseparable. Her training to better accept white cock (especially in doggy as that’s when it really stretched her out) continued. And intensified. She fully and wholly submitted her body and mind to me. Sometimes at her place, or at work, or even on the streets with someone watching. What was consistent though, was that she was my pet, obedient to pleasure and to use freely as I chose.

I have since left China, but my taste buds have changed forever - I really only eat Asian food now…