Mirror Neurons and Oxytocin 1
So far, I've succeeded with two methods of brain hacking through experiments. The first was triggering a dopamine explosion via the Proust phenomenon. I drenched the convenience store hamster in Febreze to flood her with dopamine, binding her to me. I even spoke to her directly back then, and she communicated back. My hypothesis is that overflowing dopamine enables expression. Normally, dopamine overload causes hallucinations and delusions, and it's hard to boost language or intellect just by ramping up one neurotransmitter. But if you hyperstimulate the brain's reward system, it might be possible. I recalled talking to the hamster. She wasn't aggressive or showing any demon possession signs.
The second method used mirror neurons to explode oxytocin levels. That's what I'm doing right now. I applied it to Assistant Manager Jin Sun-mi. She's become perfectly enslaved. Even now, she's kissing me, her tongue meticulously cleaning between my gums and teeth.
Oxytocin and cortisol are still dominant, but if dopamine ramps up, she might speak. If that happens... I'd have a perfectly communicative slave. My heart races. I swallowed hard and grabbed her cheeks, forcing her to meet my eyes. Jin Sun-mi flashed me a Joker Smile. I smiled back at her instead—no Joker bullshit. Her pupils trembled faintly.
Not returning the Joker Smile declares you're not the same species. She seemed lost, unsure where to look at my smile. Even her flustered look was insanely beautiful. I gently stroked her hair. Her cheeks flushed, neck turning red. Oxytocin must be flooding her right now. Leaning in, I blew softly into her ear and whispered,
"Assistant Manager Jin Sun-mi. If you can hear and understand me, nod."
I swallowed again. No Joker response, and here I was talking to her. She paused, then slowly nodded.
Holy shit. I screamed internally like a madman. A groundbreaking discovery. Real communication was possible.
"I want to take you from behind."
Did she understand? She turned, bent over the desk, back to me. Her suit skirt rode up, exposing perfect ass curves. Marble-white, round cheeks that stopped my breath. Shreds of torn panties dangled between her thighs. Above her head floated the numbers:
I craved her virgin asshole. I teased her pussy with a finger. Soaking wet already. Her juices dripped down my hand. Her body was in full arousal. The entrance was slick with mixed cum and fluids from her earlier orgasm. But today's target was another hole.
My finger headed for her asshole. The small, wrinkled pucker was dry. I wetted it with spit, rubbing gently. The folds shifted subtly with my touch. The tight entrance began to relax. "Hngh...♥" Her breathing changed. Her ass quivered, adapting to the unfamiliar sensation. I eased one finger in slow; her back arched like a bow. Tight pressure gripped me. Her asshole resisted fiercely but gradually yielded.
"Nngh...♥" Adding a second finger drew a louder moan. I stretched her slowly with two fingers, sliding in and out, going deeper. Inside was hot and firm. I scissored lightly, opening her up. Satisfied, I pulled out, positioned my cock at her asshole. Rock-hard already. I slathered it with her pussy juice and my spit for lube, then pushed in slow.
"Aaaahh...♥" Her long moan echoed through the office. As the head breached, her body shuddered hard. The sphincter clamped down brutally—virgin territory, incredible squeeze. The resistance amplified the pleasure intensely. Different from pussy: tighter, harder grip. Plus the psychological thrill of claiming the forbidden hole. I thrust steady, inch by inch. Ravaging the high-class secretary's virgin ass in the president's office, suit and all. Peak domination.
"Slurp... schlick..." Saliva and juices squelched lewdly where cock met ass. Fully sheathed, her asshole hugged me perfectly. Inner muscles pulsed rhythmically, milking me. I started moving: almost out, then deep again. Her body trembled each time; moans leaked out. "Hngh...♥ Haang...♥" Her sounds grew sluttier. Initial discomfort gone; she was feeling it now. Her hole softened, welcoming me, even gripping proactively. I picked up speed. Her ass jiggled on the desk. Hair swaying to the rhythm, hands clutching the edge. Suit-clad beauty taking it up the ass—stark contrast, visual overload.
"Slurp, schlick, slurp..." Ass-slaps, moans, desk creaks filled the room. Anyone passing would hear. But the risk fueled the thrill. Forbidden place, forbidden act—the danger cranked it higher. "Haang...♥ Schlick..." Her breaths ragged. I saw her hand drift to her clit. Even as a shell, instinct drove her pleasure. Fingers circled her clit; her asshole clenched harder. "Hngh...♥" That spurred me wild. Plans for slow be damned—I grabbed her hips, pounded hard. Her body rocked; moans escalated. "Nngh...♥ Haang...♥" Skin flushed red. Nape and ears crimson, sweat beading. Her ass fully adapted: smooth entry, vise grip. Not as wet as pussy, but that firm squeeze delivered unique intensity.
Curiosity struck: how flexible was she? "Changing positions." I pulled out, stood her up, led to the sofa. She obeyed wordlessly. Slight waddle from the gape, but model grace intact. At the sofa, I ordered one leg up. She lifted her right leg without hesitation. I was stunned. Nearly vertical—pure ballet Grand Battement, leg straight to head height.
"Whoa..." Way more flexible than expected. I'd heard she did ballet, but not this. Damn near 180 degrees, balance perfect—even in heels. Hand on sofa arm for support; her body formed an L. Asshole and pussy fully exposed. Gaped open, not closed yet, inner walls peeking. Ballerina pose: artistic perfection. Toes pointed in heels, leg muscles taut, sculpted from training. I realigned at her ass, slid in slow. New angle let me go deeper. Moans louder. "Hngh...♥ Haang...♥" One hand steadied her raised leg, the other her waist. Thrusting resumed. Deeper penetration, fresh internal angles. "Nngh...♥ Haang...♥" Her reactions intensified—this hit harder. Cock spearing her depths; she bucked wildly.
"Ah... fuck, this is insane..." Profanity slipped out. Asshole perk: no cervix block. My 20cm plunged full-depth, relentless. Smack, smack, smack. Balls-deep ecstasy like nothing else. Speed ramped. Leg held high, flexibility unreal. Classy model secretary balleted into anal—pure bliss. "Slurp, schlick, slurp, schlick..." Louder squelches. Ass synced to my rhythm, squeezing like a pro pussy. "Haang...♥ Hngh...♥" Hand back to clit, circling. Double stim: clench intensified, moans peaked. "Hnnngh...♥ Haang...♥"
Gazing at her flexible form sparked an idea: folder phone pose. Extreme fold, torso to knees. Pulled out, positioned her: hands on sofa arm, bend forward deep. Shockingly, near-180 fold. Heels off, torso folded till head neared floor. Ass high; holes splayed. "Whoa... she's insanely flexible." Ballet magic. Perfect waist curve, balance flawless. Model proportions plus ballerina bendiness. Now fully mine. Re-entered her ass—new angle, deeper hug, crushing pressure. "Hnnngh...♡" Deeper moan. Folded tight, legs spread lowered her face near my feet. Idea hit.
"Lick my shoe."
Ultimate submission test. No hesitation—she lapped my loafer. "Lick... slurp..." Tongue gliding over leather. Total surrender. Boosting cortisol now for deeper obedience. Pounded anal while she licked master's shoe. Her brain fully rewired. Mirror neurons and oxytocin remade her neural circuits.