My Client
By Waldo



Chapter 1 - Making a Living

I was about one hour into my normal three-hour lecture and 
sales presentation when I saw her walk in and quietly take a 
seat in the back of the room. I just quickly glanced at her, 
slightly perturbed because her unplanned late entry caused a 
minor concentration disruption that I couldn't tolerate at that 
moment in my presentation. I re-focused my attention on the 
middle-aged over-weight woman sitting directly in front of me; 
making sure that the slight disruption didn't impact her 
hypnotic trance. 

I'm a certified hypnotist and make my middle-income living by 
setting up and operating my own Stop Smoking Hypnotic 
Clinics. I charge thirty five dollars per participant for a three 
hour long session and usually have eight to fourteen people in 
my daily session. During the session, I don't really have time to 
hypnotize everyone; and can only offer strong suggestive anti-
smoking logic to the participants. The participants walk away 
from my session feeling refreshed, relaxed and having a 
stronger desire to quit smoking, thanks to my suggestions. 
About two thirds of the attendees actually quit smoking for a 
while.

I wasn't greatly perturbed by this woman walking in late 
because that was thirty five more dollars for me. But I knew 
that because she had missed my setup suggestions, that she 
wouldn't get much benefit from the rest of the program. So I 
was focusing my attention on the people that my setup 
suggestions indicated were ideal subjects. The woman in front 
of me was in a light trance and I was using her as a guide to 
direct everyone else to the level of receptiveness that I wanted 
them to be at.

I glanced back at the newly arrived woman and really saw her 
for the first time. That is, as much as can be seen behind a big 
pair of oversized dark sunglasses. Her long black curly hair 
shadowed her face but I could see enough of her face to know 
that she was very beautiful. She was sitting down, but I could 
see that she was tall and in good physical shape but couldn't 
really tell what her body looked like, because of the raincoat 
she kept on. Something about the tall woman wearing 
sunglasses and a raincoat piqued my curiosity because this 
was Southern California where it never rains. But then again 
we have so many weird people that this could be a normal 
outfit for her.

As I talked to my students, my eyes circled the room, checking 
on their compliance with my suggestions. When I looked back 
at the mysterious woman, she allowed a faint smile to show on 
her face below the large sunglasses. I returned the smile and 
re-directed my attention on another woman that was showing 
very favorable signs that my suggestions were working on her. 
When I glanced back at my mysterious woman again, she was 
gone. 

Why does a woman pay thirty five dollars to spend less than 
five minutes in a Stop Smoking Clinic? I returned my attention 
to the rest of my students and quickly forgot about this 
mysterious woman. 

*****

The next morning, I answered a call from a lawyer that wanted 
to come by my office to discuss setting up some internal 
sessions for his client's firm. I agreed to meet with him that 
afternoon because every bit of business helps. 

I made enough to live on but not enough to live the type of life 
that I desired to live. I'm thirty-two, single, handsome if I say so 
myself, in good physical shape because I jog a lot, self-
employed and my name is Bob Jones. I got into hypnotism 
while in college and used my new found training to put myself 
through college by helping people quit smoking or to remember 
dull reading material that they would just as soon forget about. 
I made enough money doing what I like to do and had a lot of 
free time, so I never looked for a real job. I realized that I 
needed to start thinking about my future but so far, I've been 
able to make enough money, so that I keep doing these stop 
smoking clinics.

I answered the knock on the door and a young male lawyer 
entered my small office. As he sat down in my other chair, he 
proclaimed in a very official tone "Mr. Jones, I'm not at liberty 
at this time to reveal my client's identity. I can tell you that my 
client is interested in hiring you for a multi-year project. The 
project would start in two weeks if you are selected. Your initial 
involvement would require thirty days of dedicated travel, 
therefore you wouldn't be available for other services and 
would need to make other arrangements. For the next two 
years, you would be expected to be available for travel one to 
three days per month for duties as necessary. At the end of the 
two years, you would be obligated for another thirty days and 
then resume the one to three days per month for the following 
year."

He paused to make sure that I understood everything so far. 
"This is a minimal thirty six month contract. During the thirty 
six month period, you'll be expected to maintain certain 
personal standards that'll be explained in greater detail at the 
appropriate time and place. Those personal standards are 
explicitly related to your sexual activities and you are subject 
to dismissal at any time, if you acquire any sexual diseases or 
fail to live up to the terms of the contract. Before you can meet 
my client or obtain any more details, you must agree to have a 
complete physical that'll be conducted by one of our medical 
clinics and to go through a day long psychological evaluation. If 
you pass the medical exam, you'll meet with my client and will 
learn the full details of my client's terms of employment. We 
are aware that you'll be somewhat inconvenienced by changing 
your schedule and going through our preliminary medical 
evaluations, so we are prepared to pay you this amount for 
participating in the medical evaluation and preparing for the 
initial interview with the client. Needless to say, if the medical 
results aren't acceptable and you don't meet with the client, 
the check is still yours."

He handed me a folded check. I opened it and tried to keep 
from smiling when I saw it was made out to me in the amount 
of ten thousand dollars. That was four months work for me. 
Just for participating in a medical physical exam and a day 
long psychiatrist evaluation. I leaned back and asked "What 
does your client expect me to do? My expertise is in teaching 
Stop Smoking Clinics."

He shrugged, indicating it was none of his business "I don't 
know. I only know that I have been instructed to inform you 
that you are one of four certified hypnotists that'll be offered 
this unique financial opportunity. If I return to your office and 
set up an interview meeting between you and my client, you 
must be prepared to start working for my client as of the day of 
the interview. At the interview, you'll find out the details of 
your involvement and your financial arrangements. 
Additionally, if you are interviewed, you'll be given another 
check of the same amount, just for ensuring that your 
schedule is free to comply with my client's schedule, regardless 
of any funds due you from the multi-year contract. At the 
interview, you'll be required to sign a secrecy contract requiring 
that you don't discuss the contents of your meeting with my 
client."

I looked at him and then back at the signed cashier's check in 
my hands. Ten thousand dollars just for going through a 
physical examination and a potential another ten thousand 
dollars just for showing up at the interview with my schedule 
cleared up. There was no way that I could pass up this 
opportunity.

I nodded my head and queried "When do I report?"

He opened his briefcase again and handed me a typed sheet of 
instructions. The physical was set up for the day after 
tomorrow. Then he stood and stated "I'll notify you after the 
medical exam if you have been accepted for the interview or 
not. If an interview is arranged, your schedule should be 
changed so that you can start work immediately, if you are 
selected. Have a good day."

After he left, I propped my feet up on the desk and tried to 
figure out what his client could want me to do. I've done some 
consulting work before for companies, but have never had one 
that was this well paying or had such strange terms of 
employment. Well, I quickly decided that whatever occurs is ok 
with me as I looked at the check. My bank account was going 
to enjoy this unplanned addition.

******

It wasn't difficult for me to adjust my schedule, especially when 
that much money was involved. I showed up at the doctor's 
office and they did a complete physical on me and shared the 
medical results with me. As expected, I was in excellent 
physical shape. 

The psychiatrist evaluation was another story. I came out of 
that multi-hour session with a headache and feeling angry 
from all of the stupid questions that were asked me and that I 
had to respond to. I knew that the psychiatrist probably didn't 
know any more about my client's requirements than I did, but 
had only been given a check list of things to evaluate me for. I 
was a little puzzled about what they wanted me to do, because 
I thought that they would have arranged for some tests of my 
hypnotic skill, instead it was my personal and medical 
conditions they were evaluating.

Two days later, the lawyer walked back into my office. He had 
called and set up a meeting but he wouldn't reveal anything 
until he was in my office. He opened his briefcase and removed 
a check and passed it to me. I opened it and looked at it. It was 
for another ten thousand dollars. 

The lawyer announced in a very profession deadpan tone as if 
he was quoting from a memorized speech instead of speaking 
off the cuff "Your evaluations were extremely favorable and an 
interview with my client is established for next Wednesday 
morning. At the interview, you'll be provided with complete 
details of your term of employment. If you decide to accept his 
generous offer and are accepted by my client, your initial thirty 
day employment starts that day. You should be prepared to 
travel where my client directs, as of that day. The forms that 
I've brought with me today aren't your employment contracts, 
which will be discussed with you at next Wednesday's meeting. 
These forms are to ensure that you have re-arranged your 
schedule so that you are completely available for my client's 
requirements and that you don't discuss anything concerning 
my client or his requirements with anyone, regardless of your 
acceptance."

I looked at the forms and signed them. I would be a fool not to 
sign such a generous financial arrangement.

He smiled and handed me a typed list of instructions. The page 
simply noted that a limo would pick me up at my home at 8 am 
on Wednesday and would deliver me to the client's business 
establishment. I was instructed to wear a business suit that 
day, and to bring one suitcase packed for several days. 
Recommended clothes to pack, were all casual. Swimming 
trunks, running shoes, beach wear, slacks, etc. There was no 
mention of formal clothes, except for the suit required for the 
interview. Review of the suggested clothes indicated that I 
would be going to a resort area where business suits weren't 
expected. 

Chapter 2 - The Contract

I cleared up my schedule and paid my bills for the next month. 
On the morning of the interview, the limo picked me up on 
schedule and drove me out to the valley to a large industrial 
complex. The driver was stopped at the gate and then allowed 
to proceed to the main building. I didn't recognize the 
company's name, but knew that they had plenty of money, 
because they had their own golf course within their company 
grounds.

I was met at the main building by the lawyer who told me to 
leave my bags in the limo, which would wait on me. He 
escorted me into the building and the waiting security guard 
gave me a visitor's badge. We took the elevator to the top floor 
and walked down an executive style hallway to a large 
executive conference room. Apparently, I would be working for 
the very senior company management.

Two other lawyers entered the conference room and dismissed 
the lawyer I knew. As they were introducing themselves to me, 
she walked in. She was one of the most beautiful women that I 
had ever seen. Her face reminded me of Ann Margaret. Other 
than that resemblance, she seemed very familiar but I knew 
that I didn't know her because she was the sort of woman that 
you don't forget. 

How do you describe perfection? Her long auburn hair flowed 
down the sides of her face and onto her shoulders. She was 
about twenty years old, and the body under the dress was good 
enough to be on a Playboy centerfold. There was no way that I 
could miss seeing the nipples on her large breasts press tight 
against the blouse fabric as she breathed. one of the most 
magnetic faces I had ever seen. Her large brown eyes were 
riveting with their clarity. Her luminous skin covered her 
modest but beautifully curved cheekbones. Her slightly large 
nose was cute, but it was her voluptuous mouth and lips drew 
my attention. Her lips were soft, full and symmetrical.

As she walked across the room and sat down, I knew why she 
was familiar. Remember the movie Roger Rabbit and the 
cartoon character Jessica? This was her real-life counter part. 
Every thing about her oozed sex appeal and sensuality. She 
smiled at me and then sat down in a comfortable easy chair as 
she lit a cigarette. I wanted to stare at her but knew that I 
couldn't. Thank goodness, at that moment another man walked 
in that I knew must be the client.

"Good morning. So good of you to join us at our work location 
so early in the morning. I'm Bert Weiser and the young lady in 
the chair, is my personal assistant, Miss Tamaria Hamilton. 
Please call me Bert and sit down." he commanded. This man 
was in his early fifties, was very neat and his demeanor showed 
that he was in charge here. 

He looked at the woman smoking and grumped "Damn it, you 
know this is a No Smoking Building. Can't you follow the rules 
just once?"

She smiled an `I don't give a fuck' smile and shrugged "No. 
Maybe next month, but for now - No." Her voice came across 
like soft brushed velvet. Mildly husky and alluring, but direct 
and with perfect diction.

He turned to me, ignoring her obvious rebellion and apologized 
"Excuse me. Before we start, let me explain to you everyone's 
roles and involvement in this project. I own this company and 
you'll be paid by me. You will also be reporting directly to me 
and to Tamaria's lawyer. But you won't be working for me; 
you'll be working for Tamaria. The lawyer on your right 
represents me and the other one represents Tamaria. Jess, why 
don't you start."

His lawyer recited in a monotone voice "Mr. Weiser and Ms. 
Hamilton have negotiated a contract between themselves and 
are prepared to activate it. The terms of the contract are 
simple. Ms Hamilton will submit to a thirty day hypnotic 
session with you. During that thirty days, you'll hypnotize her 
and condition her to accept Mr. Weiser willingly as her Master 
and lover. At the end of the thirty days, she'll live with him for 
two years as his lover and sexual slave. Once a month, you'll 
re-enforce her hypnotic suggestions and help maintain the 
terms of their contract. At the end of the two years, you'll be 
given another thirty days to restore her to her present thinking 
and sexual desires. During the third year, you'll re-evaluate her 
on a monthly basis and take the necessary steps to maintain 
her individuality while conforming to the terms of the 
contract."

I guess that my mouth was hanging open because the lawyer 
continued "We are prepared to pay you sixty thousand dollars 
for each of the two thirty day sessions and five thousand a 
month for the thirty six months of the contract. Ms. Hamilton 
and Mr. Weiser have agreed to forty-seven items that she 
doesn't have to do during her two years. An example is, that 
she doesn't have to have sex with anyone that hasn't been 
medically cleared by our firm's medical staff within the last six 
months. Or another of the forty-seven items is that her body 
won't be modified or surgically augmented, such as having 
breast implants. You'll modify her thinking so that she desires 
to do anything that my client wishes, as long as it doesn't 
conflict with the forty-seven exclusions. At the completion of 
the initial thirty days, we expect Ms. Hamilton to be deeply in 
love with Mr. Weiser and extremely receptive to his desires and 
needs. She'll enjoy doing whatever he wants her to do. During 
the period of the contract, she'll also be expected to maintain a 
healthy lifestyle and take care of her body."

He paused and looked at Tamaria's lawyer, who started "My 
name is Ralph Jordon. I've been retained to represent Ms. 
Hamilton. A trust fund has been set up to pay for my services 
and your services so that we aren't dependent upon their good 
faith. Although the money is coming from Mr. Weiser, you'll be 
working for my client. Your job is to modify her thinking, 
actions, and desires, in accordance with explicit conditions 
described in their contract. Your job is to make sure that she 
lives up to the terms of the contract and upon the completion 
of the contract to restore her to her present thinking concepts, 
actions and desires. You'll modify her thinking so that she'll 
willingly do and act as Mr. Weiser directs, as long as it doesn't 
conflict with any of the forty seven exclusions. Not only must 
she do as he directs, but she must enjoy doing whatever he 
wants. She must love him and sexually desire him. She must 
dress to please him. She'll entertain his friends to please him. 
Her main goal must be to please him. She must also 
understand and accept that he can and will have other sexual 
partners and there must be no jealously. If he desires her to 
participate in these other sexual trysts, she'll willingly 
participate in whatever role Mr. Weiser desires; as long as it 
doesn't violate any of the stated exclusions. You'll have thirty 
days to prepare her. At the end of their two year contract, you 
must restore her to her current thinking and desires. Do you 
accept your role in this contract and can you fulfill your 
obligations to your client, which is Ms. Hamilton?"

I looked at her and she was staring back at me, with a faint 
smile on her face. I recognized the smile. She was the lady that 
showed up at the recent clinic and then left suddenly. 

She inhaled a lung full of smoke and quietly started talking 
directly to me as if we were the only two people in the room. 
Her husky voice sounded so alluring that I found it difficult to 
concentrate on her words. I alternated staring at her lips and 
eyes as she told me what she wanted me to know "I've carefully 
thought about this proposition for some time and accept the 
risks. Bert has been renting my body for the last two years and 
now he wants to own me. He knows that when he is fucking 
me, that I'm only doing it for the money and am really thinking 
about being somewhere else. So we worked out this agreement 
so that he does own me for two years and I become his 
ultimate playtoy. I'll get more than two million dollars, 
counting the bonuses, for letting him own me and using me as 
he wants. I agree to do anything that he wants, except what is 
on my list. Your job will be to mold me into his playtoy to do 
whatever he desires, yet maintaining control in my exclusions. 
You will also have to inspect me monthly and to certify that 
both Bert and I are living up to the terms of the contract. Then 
when the two years are finished, you turn me back into being 
the real me. Or into the person that I want to be. I've filmed a 
video that my lawyer has, that describes my desired attitudes 
and personality. I've checked you out and you are the only 
person that I trust to do this job. If you don't accept your 
terms, then I won't let anyone else do this to me. It's all up to 
you."

Ah shit. Now, I felt as if the whole world was on my shoulders. 
My acceptance of my terms would mean she would submit to 
him. I leaned back and looked at her. She had a faint smile on 
her face because she knew the various tangents that my mind 
was whirling through. I wished that I had been given 
preliminary notification of the details of this project so that I 
could have carefully thought it out. As it is now, I only have a 
couple of moments to make up my mind. I know it can be 
done, but should it be done? She is willing, but is she a willing 
subject? If she isn't, then the thirty days might not be enough. 
And what if I fail? I looked around the room and everyone was 
waiting on me to say something. I looked at her and she 
winked at me; silently telling me that we could do it. Then I 
knew what my answer had to be. I nodded my head and in a 
very low voice sighed "Yes." 

A big grin broke out on Bert's face. Tamaria winked at me 
again and lit another cigarette; ignoring Bert's look of disdain. 
Bert's lawyer requested "In anticipation of your acceptance of 
the described terms, we have prepared these papers for your 
signature. Please read them and after you sign them, Ms. 
Hamilton and Mr. Weiser will sign their agreements.

I quickly read my contract and signed my name, feeling 
nervous sweat soak through my shirt. After I signed, she 
walked up to the table, and signed her name without reading 
the contract. After she signed, she looked at me and shrugged 
"See you at the Beach House."

Then she walked out of the room as I stared at her. After she 
left, Bert declared "Bob, she is a hell of a woman. I love her, 
but she uses me. She charges me ten thousand dollars per 
night to have sex with her and then acts as if she doesn't enjoy 
it. For ten thousand, she ought to be in love with me. Well, she 
was right. I do want to own her. I'm a control freak and have to 
be in charge. I can't stand having this strong desire for her and 
then she treats me like shit. I've been with other women who 
treat me like I want her to treat me, but I can't forget her. 
When she agreed to my proposal, I was so happy that I almost 
kissed my lawyer. You can see how much she means to me, if 
I'm willing to spend a couple million for only two years of her 
love. So my boy, the beach house is waiting for you to stay with 
her for the next thirty days. She'll be there. I expect you to fuck 
her and for her to build an emotional attachment to you. Only 
thing to remember is that she must have a very strong physical 
desire for me and must do what I say. When she is with you or 
going through the monthly evaluations at the beach house, she 
is your woman to do with as you please. Rest of the time, she is 
mine and must act as I want her to act."

I just looked at him. I didn't know what to say.

He left the room and I spent the rest of the morning going over 
the contracts with the lawyers, making sure that I understood 
my requirements. In addition to the forty seven exclusions, I 
must make her maintain her body in a healthy manner. And I 
must submit to physicals at their medical clinic every six 
months so that I can have sex with her.

Chapter 3 - The Beach House

The limo was waiting and the driver drove north and west for 
about three hours until we arrived at a very expensive beach 
house. The house was a hillside building that overlooked the 
ocean and beach four hundred feet below. There was no other 
house in sight and it had the most beautiful surrounding 
scenery, with the nearby rolling hills.

The limo driver unloaded my bag and then drove off, leaving me 
standing in the driveway. I picked up my bag and walked into 
the unlocked house. A note on the entry hallway table was 
addressed to me. I unfolded it and it stated

        The master bedroom is at the end of the hall. Put
        your clothes in there and change into something 
        more comfortable before you join me at the pool. I 
        suggest a bathing suit. And please shave first.

 Tamaria

I found the master bedroom. It was bigger than my whole 
townhouse. I showered, shaved, unpacked my clothes and 
changed into my bathing suit. Then I walked through the 
house which was a mistake. Everything I looked at, I wanted. I 
knew that for thirty days, it would be mine, but I would have to 
give it up when my assignment was complete.

I walked out onto the patio and down to the pool. She was lying 
in a lounge chair, soaking up the sunshine. She was wearing a 
cream colored bikini that complemented her beautiful skin.

As I approached her, she looked up and proclaimed "Welcome 
to Oz. Why don't you pour us a couple of drinks. I want a 
scotch and water."

I saw the small outdoor bar and I fixed the drinks. I fixed a 
bourbon and coke for myself and carried them over to where 
she was watching me. As I handed her drink to her, she 
laughed and queried "Did you ever hear such shit? I live with 
that day in and day out. He knows he can't have me and he 
leaped on this chance to have me, for such a short time. I treat 
him like shit. He may be one of the world's wealthiest men, but 
I'm the only woman in the world that can make him forget 
about money. Do you think that you can live up to your 
responsibility?"

I sat down and looked at her laughing eyes. Then I responded 
"I'll do my best. Why was I chosen?"

She laughed and admonished "You don't remember me, do 
you?"

I replied "You sat in one of my sessions about two weeks ago."

"Yes, I did, but we are old friends. I've slept in your bed before. 
You weren't in the bed at the time but I slept in your T-shirt 
and on your pillow. Over the years, I've followed your career 
and have thought about you a lot. You made a difference in my 
life and possibly saved my life. So when this opportunity 
presented itself, I decided to let you share my good fortune. 
And you are the only person that I would allow to fuck with my 
thoughts." she pulled her shades back down over her eyes.

I stared at her as I searched my memory. I knew that I didn't 
know her. You don't forget women with bodies like her 
fantastic body. I quizzed "Who are you? You can't be much over 
twenty. Where did we meet?"

She reached under her pillow and removed a man's old billfold. 
She threw the billfold to me and I opened it. The first thing that 
I saw was an old driver's license of mine. I looked at the date. It 
was almost nine years old. I skimmed through the rest of the 
billfold and saw some old credit cards. This used to be my 
billfold. It was one that had been stolen from me years ago by a 
black kid.

She acknowledged "My real name is Mary Ann, but when I was 
a kid, everyone called me Tammy. I ran away from home when I 
was eleven because my step-father was sexually abusing me. 
My mother was a prostitute and didn't care about me, as long 
as she could rip off the couple of johns that thought they were 
my father and were sending me money on a monthly basis. I 
roamed the streets for two years with my gang, breaking into 
houses, fucking anyone for five dollars, whatever I could do to 
hustle for me and my gang. My man was Reggie."

That name struck a nerve. I remembered him quite well and 
vaguely remembered the little tall, skinny girl that was hanging 
onto him. This was her?

"Reggie's old man was giving us hell and we couldn't go to any 
of our usual hangouts. We were high on grass and had stolen a 
car which we quickly abandoned when it ran out of gas. We 
were wandering around the strange neighborhood looking for 
something else to steal, when I got sick and started throwing 
up. Back in those days, I didn't take care of myself and put 
anything into my body. I was on my knees puking my guts out 
in front of an apartment building when you returned from a jog 
and saw me. You wanted to call the rescue squad, but Reggie 
wouldn't let you because he knew that both of us had 
outstanding warrants. So you took us upstairs to your 
apartment and helped me as I continued to throw up. After I 
quit vomiting, I was so weak that I couldn't walk. You and 
Reggie held me up under the shower and rinsed the puke and 
dirt off of me. Then you let me dry myself off and put on one of 
your oversized T-shirts and to lay down in your bed." she 
paused as she took a sip of her drink. I remembered what she 
was describing but found it hard to believe that this could be 
that same scrawny, dirty kid.

She continued "I puked my dope out of my system and was 
back to normal within an hour. I got out of your bed and 
walked out into the living room where Reggie was passed out 
on the couch. You were fixing yourself some eggs and offered to 
share them with me. I was hungry because I hadn't had 
nothing but drugs in my system for several days. After I ate my 
food, you fixed me some more because you knew I was 
starving. You wanted to know why I lived like I did. I told you 
that I enjoyed it and the freedom to do whatever I wanted. You 
tried to tell me that there were other ways to experience 
freedom. I didn't want to hear your crap and only listened 
because you were fixing me more food. When I was finally full, I 
asked you if you wanted to fuck me. I wanted to pay you back 
for the food and your kindness. You turned me down. No one 
had ever turned me down for sex before."

I laughed and said "I remember you were very insistent. But 
you were only twelve years old and there was no way that I was 
going to put myself into a position where I could go to jail for 
having sex with a minor. If you had been sixteen or seventeen 
years old, I might have reconsidered. But twelve is just too 
young for me."

She smiled and continued "You pissed me off when you turned 
me down. Although I hated my mother's life style, I was already 
selling my body; as I followed in her footsteps. Sometimes, I 
sold my body for drugs, other times for a place to sleep. I 
couldn't understand why you turned me down but I knew that 
I could make you want me. I went back to your bed and started 
masturbating myself, knowing that you could hear me through 
the thin walls of your apartment. I knew that you would open 
the door and slide into bed with me once you came to your 
senses. When you didn't rush into the bedroom, I quit 
masturbating and tried to figure out what turned you on. You 
were a novelty to me. There was a photo album in your 
bedroom and I looked at the pictures of you with some women 
that I assumed to be your girlfriends. I knew you weren't gay, 
so it had to be something else that turned you on. I went back 
into the living room and you were asleep in a chair. I wanted to 
wake you up and have you ravage my naked body but 
something stopped me. I went into the bathroom and saw 
where my clothes had been washed and were hanging up to 
dry. I put my clothes back on and saw your billfold lying on the 
counter. As usual I was broke and didn't have any money. I did 
what I usually do with my johns, which was rip your billfold 
off. I was able to wake Reggie without waking you and we 
slipped out."

She looked at me as she took a sip of her drink before she 
continued "I didn't tell Reggie about your billfold because he 
would've taken it from me and thrown it away after removing 
the money, same as he did with the other billfolds that I stole 
for him. We walked back to our pad, which was a room in an 
abandoned building. Reggie fucked me and then passed out 
from the dope that he was smoking. As he snored, I thought 
about you and through about what sex with you would have 
been like. I imagined that you were tender and a good lover. 
That you would do more for me than the slam blam that Reggie 
just did to me. Lying in that abandoned building with Reggie's 
dried cum all over my body, I began to think about where I was 
headed. That day, I decided to try to do something with my life. 
I thought about you and started using you as my dream lover. 
Whenever someone was fucking me, I would pretend that I was 
on a remote island with you and that helped me keep my 
sanity. I didn't know how to break out of the rut that I was in, 
and spent the next couple of years trying to break free. I held 
onto your billfold and dreamed about walking back to your 
house, returning it to you, and moving in with you as your 
girlfriend."

"Why didn't you return?" I asked when she paused.

"I was afraid that you would reject me again. In my dreams, 
everything worked out perfectly for us. But I was afraid that 
the real you would reject me. I came back several times and 
watched you from a distance. But I could never find the nerve 
to approach you. One time when I was sixteen, I had a rich 
boyfriend who bought me all types of nice clothes. I purchased 
a beautiful bodytight running suit and waited until you started 
your daily jog through the park. I took a shortcut and was soon 
jogging slightly in front of you. I was hopping that when you 
caught up to me, that you would jog with me for awhile and 
then invite me out. I was very disappointed when you passed 
me and kept going." she admitted with a sad little smile on her 
face.

"Sorry about that. I don't remember the incident, but there are 
a lot of nice women that use that same trail and I don't usually 
pick up women when I'm exercising. How did you get involved 
with Weiser?" I asked.

"As my body filled out, I learned how to use it better. Instead of 
giving myself to drug addicts like Reggie who only wanted a 
warm, wet hole and didn't really care what the hole looked like, 
I started going after people that would pay me what I was 
worth. With my too-curvy body, I was soon working as part of a 
high-class callgirl group. I didn't like turning so much of my 
money over to my pimp so I escaped that nightmare, going to a 
lifestyle of being kept by men that could afford me. As I 
traveled around visiting my various clients, I didn't look at it as 
whoring. I was rented - yeah, rented by several men and I used 
them to obtain other clients who also rented my body and 
company for a couple of hours. Rich men like to steal other 
rich men's women and that's how I met Bert. Bert is only my 
current renter and is my ticket out of this lifestyle. With the 
money that I get from him for doing this two year contract, I 
can retire and do whatever I want to do." she said.

"I remember you now and I really remember losing my billfold. I 
always thought that Reggie stole it. Now I think I know why I 
was selected for this job." I interjected.

"No you don't. You see, over the years, my sexual fantasy has 
changed as I became sour on the world from my daily whoring. 
I no longer see myself getting out a taxi and knocking on your 
door. I don't see the surprise on your face as you recognize me 
and pull me into your arms before you carry back to your 
bedroom. I don't see myself laying beside you in bed wearing 
your old T-shirt as we talk about what a fool I was when I was 
a kid. I've changed." she proclaimed as she lit another 
cigarette.

That knocked the wind out of my sails. I looked at her and 
acknowledged "No problem. I just need to know what is going 
on. I'll keep our relationship a straight business relationship 
and won't take advantage of you or your trust."

She laughed and said "You're just as fucking straight-laced 
now as you were then. Why don't you ask me what my fantasy 
is now?"

"It's none of my business." I replied.

"Yes, it is. My original fantasy was to just fuck you. Then I 
found out what you did for a living and my mind wandered off 
on different tangents as I modified my daydream. I discovered 
one daydream that I enjoyed and re-lived several times. You 
see, in my fantasy daydream, I completely submitted to you. I 
let you hypnotize me and mold me into the woman that you 
wanted me to become. Then I - that is, the new Me - made love 
to you as you wanted me to make love. I willingly became your 
total slave, happily doing whatever you wanted me to do. You 
were rich and we lived on an island with the ocean sounds 
lulling us to sleep as we relaxed after making love. When Bert 
offered me this contract, I saw how I could use it to fulfill one 
of my secret desires. So I want you to hypnotize me and help 
me to fulfill my terms of servitude to Bert. Then I want you to 
restore me so that I'm no longer his slave, but I want you to 
condition me so that I become your slave. I get this house and 
property in addition to the money for signing that contract. It'll 
become our island. My fantasy will become real and I'll become 
your sexual slave in two short years. In addition to having me, 
the money that I earn from doing this with Bert is our money. 
Now you see why I only wanted you to hypnotize me?"

Chapter 4 - The first time

I took a long swig of my drink. I never imagined that anything 
like this could occur.

She laughed and advised me "I've got three different lawyers 
and they don't know each other. Copies of my contract have 
been mailed to the other two lawyers so that the other two 
lawyers can later follow up on my contractual obligation to 
Bert. All three also have sealed envelopes that provide 
instructions and guidance as to how I want to think and act 
after I complete Bert's requirements. I don't want Bert to find 
someway to keep me as his slave and I've set up a complex 
scheme to monitor me and to make sure that this conforms to 
my wishes. Now tomorrow morning, we start. Today and the 
rest of tonight belong to me. Whatever I do tonight, is because I 
want to do it. Whatever I do from tomorrow on, is based upon 
whatever you want me to do."

She slowly stood and untied her bikini top, letting it fall to the 
ground, revealing her perfect tits - golden globes that had 
never seen a surgeon's knife. Her large golden breasts had just 
a touch of moisture from the heat of the sun. As she walked 
toward me, her mouth opened and her lips parted. I could only 
stare at her luscious lips and dream about what I hoped that 
she was going to do with that perfect mouth. 

She knelt down in front of my chair, spread my legs and with 
one motion, pulled down the front of my bathing suit, freeing 
my rapidly hardening cock.

Tamaria leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the tip of 
my cock and immediately began sucking and licking it. She 
acted as if she couldn't get enough of my cock.

I jumped from the pleasure that was coursing through my body 
and she used that brief moment to pull my shorts down even 
more as she drew more and more hardness into my dick with 
her very pleasurable sucking motion. I looked down at her 
beautiful head bobbing up and down on my cock and knew 
that I was in heaven. I've had blow jobs before but never one 
like this. 

She lifted her head and stood quickly. I reached for her, but 
she walked over to a blanket on the grass. As she walked, she 
pulled the ties on her bottom and they fell off of her. I watched 
as she lay down on the blanket and looked back at me. 

I stood and knew that I couldn't walk over to her, with my 
bathing suit pulled down almost to my knees and a hard on. I 
left the suit on the patio.

I crawled over her and pressed my lips to hers. She grabbed me 
around the neck with her arms and around the waist with her 
legs and pulled me down to her. My cock was trapped against 
her flat tummy as our lips opened and our tongues seeked 
each other's mouth.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing, I pulled away and 
began kissing my way down over her neck and shoulders. I 
licked her hard nipples and she squirmed as she groaned "You 
are the first man that I've had sex with in five years that didn't 
pay me. This is the first time in years that I've really been 
turned on."

I spent a few moments sucking on one of her luscious nipples 
while I ran one hand down her side and her hips.

Then I kissed her belly and moved lower. Her breathing became 
ragged as my face pressed hungrily into her crotch and placed 
her thighs over his shoulders. She started playing with her 
breasts and pinched her nipples. As she played with herself, 
her moans started getting louder and louder.

My tongue was all over her dripping cunt, but I knew better 
than to touch her clitoris. I knew that she was a professional 
whore and would use every trick that she knew on me. I 
wanted to do the same for her, as limited as my personal 
experience was. Tamaria squirmed and hunched her hips, 
trying to get that contact, but I was gripping her ass tightly in 
my hands. 

I could tell that I was getting her close to the Big One by the 
amount of juices running out of her. I shifted my fingers just 
enough so one was just pressing against her ass and she 
immediately began grinding against it. Then I took her swollen 
clit in my mouth and let the tip of my tongue just barely graze 
it.

She screamed as she locked her thighs on my head and tried to 
grind her cunt into my mouth. I could feel her pussy spasming 
as she came. She shuddered and tensed up as the explosion 
rocked through her body. I continued lightly licking her clit 
and was rewarded when she came again, and then again, and 
again. Tamaria reached down with both hands and took my 
face in her hands. She pulled me up till she could look at my 
face, all happily coated with her abundant juices.

"I'm not faking it. You are really doing that to me. I've never felt 
like this before. I want you inside me! Please!"

I bent my head again to her cunt, slowly licking the juices of 
her labia and inner thighs as I withdrew my finger from her 
ass. 

"I want you," she suggested as she pulled her legs back, 
exposing her inner thighs. Her so delicious creamy soft inner 
thighs were waiting for me to rub my balls against them. 
Showing off my bedroom skill, I rubbed my cock against her 
cunt; before I teased her with my purplish cockhead. I scooted 
forward, letting it touch her cunt lips before I pulled back. 
Then I held it against her inner thigh and slowly pushed 
forward, knowing that I would be guided to that magical V 
between her legs. I held it against her so that she could feel it 
throbbing against her waiting flesh. Then I teased her by taking 
it up, her belly, toward her belly button as I rubbed my balls 
over her wet cunt, making sure that they rubbed against her 
clit.

"I've got to have you," Tamaria mumbled. "Do you hear me? I 
want to feel you inside me!"

I wanted her as much as she wanted me and couldn't tease her 
anymore. I aimed my erect cock at the very middle of her 
slippery lips, feeling the soft flesh kiss my cockhead as I 
pushed against her pussy lips.

"Please, let me have it. Ram your hard cock in me!" she 
whimpered in a husky little-girl voice. I wrapped my hands 
around her head, as I shifted weight to impale her. Her hand 
dropped to my cock, guiding it as she spread her pussy lips 
with her other hand.

I couldn't stop myself now. I had to fuck her. I wanted her so 
bad that I couldn't stand it. I could feel the smile form on my 
face as I began easing my cock into her.

"Mooooorrrreeeee...." She groaned as I eased into her, taking 
my time, making sure that we both enjoyed this first time. She 
was very tight, even with a well-lubricated pussy and I was 
enjoying the sensation of my cock forcing its way into her 
resisting pussy.

I shoved until I knew that half of my shaft was in her before I 
stopped. For about ten seconds I was motionless, then she 
started squirming as she attempted to pull me further inside 
her. She started to moan, but I wrapped my lips around her 
lips, forcing my tongue deep into her hungry mouth. For 
several seconds, she settled for my tongue action, then she 
began squirming as she showed me what she really wanted. 
Her tight pussy was stretched around my cock, with her outer 
lips feeling dry. When I allowed myself to push again, Tamaria's 
fingernails dug into my back as I felt my cock head get past her 
pussy lips and into her vagina.

She groaned loudly as her heaving body tensed then softly 
relaxed, giving me the opportunity to pull her firmly onto my 
shaft. 

She pulled her lips from my lips and began sucking on my 
earlobe as she moaned uncontrollably into my ear. Her moans 
were incomprehensible except for mumbles that sounded like 
"Deeper, deeper" as she slurped her wet tongue deep into my 
ear. 

I was feeling the same strong desire and rammed it as deep as I 
could, almost smiling when she gasped when I was fully inside 
her. Without giving her any opportunity to enjoy the full 
feeling, I began pulling back out, until only the head was still 
in her.

"Please....." she begged, knowing that I would understand what 
she wanted. With one smooth motion, I pushed back deep 
inside her then started rotating it from side to side within her, 
hearing her squeal with joy.

Tamaria pulled me against her, squashing her breasts against 
my chest, holding me as she concentrated on moving her 
internal muscles, massaging my cock as if it was encased in a 
pair of velvet hands.

For several long seconds, I enjoyed her very pleasurable 
massage, then I pulled quickly back and rammed her one more 
time as my lips wrapped around her lips, gently biting her 
mouth. She wanted to scream from the pleasure, but couldn't 
do more than moan into my mouth. As I humped her, she bent 
her legs back to her shoulders, positioning her cunt so that it 
was arched to receive me as deeply as possible. My balls were 
bouncing off of her ass as I stroked deeply into her, trying to 
embed myself in her belly.

I was pumping in and out of her, alternating slow with fast 
strokes, as I worked my cock deep into her convulsing cunt, 
feeling her pussy juice squirting out of her with each 
withdrawal.

In the next twenty minutes of very intense sex, she experienced 
repeated orgasm after orgasm, with the only difference being 
the visible intensity of her orgasm as she matched my constant 
changing rhythm. I began gasping as I felt that very familiar 
and desired wonderful feeling deep within my balls. I groaned 
as I plunged deeper and harder, ramming myself in her with a 
higher urgency as I felt my cock swelling, ready to explode, 
inside her tight pussy. I knew that she was a pro, but her 
pussy was just as tight as a virgin's pussy.

"Fill me full of your hot cum," she commanded in a very lust 
filled voice, as she tried to pull me deeper into her.

I felt it coming, and tensed as I rammed myself deep inside her, 
groaning as I released my most precious body fluid inside her 
clinging cavity. She screamed in pure joy as she arched her 
back, ramming me even deeper into her.

We lay merged together like that as my balls jerked against her 
ass. When I was finished pumping my priceless body fluids into 
her, she straightened her legs, wrapping her ankles around my 
ankles as she continued to hold me, letting that moment of 
shared passion relax us. I lay on top of her, feeling my cock 
soften and slide out as it became smaller, letting some of our 
mixed juices dribble out of her vagina.

Chapter 5 - A walk on the beach

After the best sex that I ever had in my life, I dozed on the 
blanket. When I woke up, she was sitting in a lounge chair 
beside me, as she smoked a cigarette. I sat up, realizing that I 
was still naked, while she had put her bathing suit back on.

"Welcome back to the world of the living. If you die like that 
after every little piece of ass, you'll sleep through half of your 
life."

"Sorry, but I just felt so relaxed."

She smiled and replied "So did I, but I was ready for more. I 
have a very high staying power, especially when it comes to 
sex. We have to do something about teaching you how to 
increase your staying power. Get dressed and come with me."

I pulled my bathing suit back on. When I was finished, she 
picked up a partial empty pack of cigarettes and tucked it into 
her bikini top, letting the tight cleavage hold the soft cigarette 
pack. She held out her hand, wanting me to take it.

We walked hand in hand, down the steep staircase until we got 
to the bottom of the cliff, which had a wide beach. We walked 
down the shoreline, in water that alternated from ankle to knee 
deep as the waves crashed around us. For several minutes, 
neither of us uttered anything as we walked and held each 
other. Then we came to a little rock wall that we had to climb 
up to the top. When we were about twenty feet above the water 
on the crest of the rock wall, she sat down, pulling me down 
beside her.

I put my arm around her and supported her as she leaned her 
head against my shoulder, letting me smell her wonderful 
musky smell, mixed with the salt air. I thought about how 
feminine she is, about the way she dresses, moves, talks, and 
even tosses her hair when she laughs. Tamaria is the type of 
woman that most men dream about, but never find. 

She stroked my legs, playing with my leg hair until she finally 
asked "Do you think that I'm crazy for agreeing to his stupid 
contract?"

"It's a lot of money that would be difficult to turn down." 

"Money doesn't mean anything to me anymore. I think that the 
real reason that I accepted, was to spite him, knowing that it 
hurt him to pay that much for a piece of ass."

"So back out."

She put her hands around my head, turning my face so that 
she was staring into my eyes. For about ten seconds, she 
stared into my eyes before she softly replied "I want to, but 
can't. If I don't do this, I won't be able to live. I hate who I've 
become over the years and I've got to start over. You are my 
knight in shining armor, who will protect me while I sleep, then 
wake me with a gentle kiss; before taking me home with you, 
where we'll live happy forever. You're my reason for living and if 
I don't do this, I'll lose you. Do you understand?"

In her eyes, I could see something different. Gone was the 
invincible steely-eyed woman that I had been looking at all 
morning. Staring into my eyes was a scared little girl as she let 
her guard down for a brief moment.

"No, I don't."

She pulled out her cigarettes, lit one, and stared out at the 
ocean before she uttered "Sometimes I don't either. That's why 
I need your strength, your support.....your love. I've got to have 
something that I can look forward to; something to dream 
about. Bert's a fool. He's only someone that I can use, to get 
what I want."

She turned her head to stare at me again. Her vulnerability 
was gone, replaced with steely-eye determination look.

******

We made love three more times, which was a world record for 
me. After our walk down the beach, we made love the first of 
the three times, on the beach with the sound of the surf 
echoing off the cliffs, merging with the sound of our pounding 
hearts. Then we had a leisurely dinner on the patio, followed by 
me carrying her to the bedroom where we made love slowly and 
softly, enjoying the slow mutual arousement that eventually 
turned into the fiery passion that we couldn't control. We fell 
asleep in each other's arms. I was gently awaken during the 
night by her lips on my cock, restoring the passion and pulling 
energy from some unknown place, back into my drained body.

I was dragged out of bed at sunrise by my naked nymph and 
back out to the pool, where we swam laps and worked out for 
an hour. It wasn't too long before I was pooped and couldn't 
keep up with her high energy workout, seeing for the first time, 
how she kept herself in such good shape. After a quick healthy 
breakfast, which was also another first for me, she asked 
"Where do we start?"

"When you are ready, I'll see what it takes to hypnotize you. 
Some people are difficult to hypnotize and it takes time to build 
that first trance, while others can be put under in only 
seconds. After I get you into a trance-like state where you are 
receptive to my suggestions, I'll give you suggestions to help 
you relax and to make it easier to be hypnotized the next time. 
My first goal is to develop an on-going, long-term relationship 
where you can be easily hypnotized and to easily reach a 
trance level where you are most receptive to my suggestions. 
My next goal is to plant some gentle suggestions where you 
build a wall in your mind. On the other side of that mental 
wall, we'll store thoughts, desires, likes, dislikes, and parts of 
your personality that conflict with your contract. After we have 
built the wall, I'll start moving those problem areas behind the 
wall, hiding them as we replace them with concepts that are 
needed for your new personality. It'll be a gradual change 
where you go from feeling your current contempt for Bert to 
where you actually like him, to where you love him to the 
ultimate where you have to be near him constantly. You'll start 
liking being around him, talking to him, and sharing things 
with him. As you begin to enjoy the pleasure of his company, 
you'll find that you want to be with him all the time, to be his 
woman, to pleasure him as you serve him and love him. Within 
your memory will be the contractual items of things that you 
won't do. You'll find that you want to do anything he requests, 
except those requests that violates your list. I'll teach you how 
to make self-hypnotism a part of your morning ritual, so as you 
do your daily workout, you'll also spend a few moments, re-
adjusting your thinking to comply with your contractual 
agreements. I'll monitor you as needed and at least on a 
monthly basis to see how you are doing and give you 
assistance as needed."

She pointed at her breasts and arched her eyebrows to 
emphasis her words "I want you to physically check me and to 
make sure that I don't submit to any of his requests for 
physical modifications. Bert likes big breasted women and he 
keeps requesting me to permit my boobs to be pumped up at 
least one more size to a D cup. My body frame can support that 
size breasts and I seriously considered it before; knowing that 
it would help my prostitution career. I may do it later in my 
life, or if the right man wants it, but for now, I think that they 
would be too big and have repeatedly turned him down. Just 
because he is requesting me to consent to surgery to get larger 
boobs, that is item number one on my list of forty-seven no-
no's. So make sure that I'm a full C cup when this serfdom is 
finally finished."

I looked at her already ample breasts, trying to imagine what 
they would look like, if they were any larger before replying "I 
won't let you do anything that you don't want to do."

"How will you return me?"

"I'll lower your wall, letting you see and remember the things 
that we hid. I'll let you see that you acted and thought about 
him in a loving manner only because I directed you to think the 
positive thoughts. Just as we worked on replacing thoughts 
one at a time, we'll restore them one at a time, until as much of 
you as possible is back."

She slowly exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke before 
commenting "I'm a whore and sex has been nothing but work 
for several years, to a point where I don't enjoy it. Yesterday 
and last night with you, was the first sex that I've had in years 
that I really enjoyed. Use that as a baseline for how I should 
feel and enjoy what I do with Bert. Then when you return me to 
being the old me in two years, I want you to re-direct the love 
and passion that I feel for him, back to you. I want my fantasy 
to come true where I'm your sex slave for the rest of my life. 
Now big boy, when are you going to start my magical 
transformation?"

******

She was difficult to put under. Although she was outwardly 
very willing, something deep within her was resisting, knowing 
that accepting my trance, was paramount to suicide. Most of 
the morning was spent developing the relaxation techniques 
needed to slip into a light sleep.

After lunch, we had a little more success. Or was it sex-ess? 
She wanted an afternoon romp and I had to satisfy her, before 
she relaxed and slipped into the first real hypnotic trance. 
Using that trance, I laid the framework for further trances, 
giving her instructions to control her breathing, her muscles 
and her desire to be repeatedly hypnotized.

We made love in the moon-lit pool that night. I stood in the 
shallow end so that the water was about armpit level as she 
rode me slowly. Because of the water and her legs wrapped 
around me, we couldn't build a rapid humping motion. So we 
used a slow stroking motion, using gentle pressure to satisfy 
each other.

As we lay curled up in bed, I listened to her sleep, feeling the 
heat from her perfect body, feeling the blood pump through her 
body, hearing her deep breathing; knowing that she was the 
most fantastic woman that I had ever met. No wonder Bert is 
so desperate to have her.

I had so many confusing feelings and thoughts. I wanted to slip 
out of bed and run away. As far as I was concerned, she was 
the perfect woman and I was supposed to turn her into 
something that neither of us wanted, but which we had both 
contracted ourselves to do. I wanted to run away and take her 
with me, but I knew that she wouldn't go, even though she 
wanted to go.

The only reason that I didn't get up and leave the house, was 
because I knew that if I didn't hypnotize her, someone else 
would. Someone that might not take care of her or look out for 
her best interests. Someone that might leave her trapped in 
that mental prison. I had to stay, to protect her. The only 
problem was that I was falling in love with her and didn't want 
to lose her. Even for the brief time of her contract, and knowing 
that we would be together every month. 

I was awake most of the night, thinking about what I was 
doing, looking for a way out for both of us. When I woke up, it 
was ten am and she was sitting in a chair on the other side of 
the room. Her ashtray was full of butts so she had been there 
for a while.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. You looked so relaxed and 
peaceful that I couldn't bear to wake you." she proclaimed as 
she sauntered across the floor, bending to gently kiss me on 
the lips; as she removed her robe, crawling back in bed beside 
me.

That morning's hypnotic session was perfect. She went into a 
trance easily and followed my suggestions to expand the basic 
trance to a deep hypnotic sleep. We developed milestones, 
symptoms that she could recognize in her trance to help guide 
her to this deep level of sleep. Some of the milestones were 
established so that she would monitor her breathing, making 
sure it was relaxed, slow and even; that she would monitor her 
heartbeat, feeling it pump through her temples as it guided her 
into a deep trance.

I didn't take her any further than that. Now that we had 
established the basic path to where I wanted her to go, I would 
spend the next couple of sessions perfecting that trance until 
she could enter it with just a few suggestive words. Then I 
would begin the real sessions.

After lunch, she took me to a nearby ranch where we spent the 
rest of the day horseback riding through the hills, until we 
found a grassy little knoll with a beautiful view and a 
refreshing constant wind. While the horses nibbled on the 
grass in the small valley below our little paradise, I buried my 
head between her naked legs, nibbling on her as my tongue 
explored her familiar inner areas. 

That evening, we ate dinner at a little restaurant built on a pier 
in a nearby town. She had changed into a long, flowing, low-
cut dress that showed off her perfect body, while covering it up 
at the same time. We found a piano bar where the piano player 
liked to play slow, belly-rubbing dance music. And we liked to 
rub our bellys together as we stared into each other's eyes, 
mentally fucking each other as we danced. God, I almost 
creamed in my pants once.

We made love twice before we fell asleep.

Chapter 6 - The Wall

Now that she could easily be hypnotized and quickly reach the 
desired trance level, it was time to start preparing her.

After putting her into a deep trance, I read the list of 
contractual items, having her commit each item to memory, 
making sure that she understood that she couldn't do anything 
to violate that list.

Then I started building a wall in her mind, telling her to put 
her memories and thoughts behind the wall. To associate those 
thoughts with the name Tammy. To have Tamaria's memories 
on the outside of the wall, while Tammy's memories and 
personality were on the inside of the wall.

I asked her to pick something about Bert that she liked. She 
selected the way that his nose flared when he was sexually 
excited, so I used that as a starting point. I told her to think 
about that little reaction and to think about it as she 
remembered that it was her, that was causing that reaction. 
That when she saw that reaction, that she would feel good and 
want to maintain that good feeling.

We selected some more things that she liked, such as his taste 
in clothes. Then we examined some things that she didn't like, 
hiding those feelings away as we replaced them with feelings 
from the good things.

After I woke her up, we sat on the patio and talked. Every time 
that I asked her something about Bert, I noticed that my 
suggestions were working. Instead of frowning or looking bland 
whenever I mentioned his name, she began smiling slightly and 
talked friendly about him. She still joked about him but it was 
a start to see her smile whenever she thought about him. 

For the next ten days, we spent about two hours twice a day in 
a hypnotic session developing her likes and hiding her dislikes 
about Bert. She was rapidly changing her opinion of him and 
lowering her resistance to him.

When the sessions were over, she walked around the house 
wearing just her panties most of the time, which was 
something that I really liked. I caught myself staring at her 
surreptitiously, marveling at the way she looked, moved and 
acted; enjoying the way her wonderful breasts jiggled as she 
moved or just breathed. Then I would shut my eyes and 
fantasized about her, and remembering what it was like to 
tease her dark brown nipples as she let me enjoy her aureole 
between my lips.

The rest of the time, we were two horny, over-sexed lovers on 
our honeymoon as we enjoyed each other's company. We used 
her memories of our love making sessions to build her desires 
for Bert, so that she would feel the same passion and desire for 
him that she had been feeling with me.

By the end of ten days, she was a different woman whenever 
we talked about Bert. She was very enthusiastic about 
honoring her requirements in the contract because she `liked 
the old fart' as she told me one day. Three days later, she 
admitted that he was one of the best lovers that she had ever 
experienced - next to me, that is.

It was easy to see that she was looking forward to seeing Bert 
again, to sharing his bed with him. Gone was her contempt for 
him, replaced with admiration for him. Gone was the "I'll only 
fuck Bert for money" attitude, replaced with a more acceptable 
"I can't wait to feel his cock inside me" attitude. Gone was the 
"He's an asshole" attitude, replaced with "He can't do nothing 
wrong" temperament. She was changing into the woman that 
he wanted.

While our love-making sessions were continuing with the same 
intensity, she had developed a "How can I be so lucky to have 
two wonderful men" inner understanding. She would lie naked 
in my arms, talking about how much she was looking forward 
to going back home to be with Bert, but she didn't want to lose 
me.

Twenty days into our sessions, Bert came by to check on our 
progress. She knew he was coming, so she spent the morning, 
making sure her make-up and hair was perfect, acting like as 
silly teenage girl going to her first prom. For her clothes, she 
selected a satin camisole, push-up lace bra, minuscule, 
transparently sheer white panties, a delicate matching lace 
garter belt and long nylon stockings to highlight her incredibly 
gorgeous legs. And her best dress.

When he entered the living room, she squealed with joy as she 
ran across the room, wrapping herself around him, smothering 
him with kisses as she loudly whispered how much she had 
missed him.

I left them alone, knowing that I could probe her mind later to 
see how she really felt. I sat out on the patio, staring at the 
ocean, looking at my watch, knowing that it had been over an 
hour since I left them alone. I had smoked almost three of her 
cigarettes and I don't smoke.

Bert walked out on the patio. He had arrived in a suit and now 
only had the trousers and one sock on. As he sat down beside 
me, I could feel the heat from his body, smell her perfume on 
him, and smell her musky sex odor. His neck and face was 
covered with her smeared lipstick, to include a perfect lipstick 
print just below his navel. 

He propped his feet up on the little table and proclaimed "I 
believe in miracles now. I've never seen such a change in a 
person. She couldn't get enough of me and acted as if she 
really enjoyed every moment. When I dragged myself out of that 
bed, I honestly believed that she truly loved me. I don't know 
how you did it, but whatever you did, worked. When can I've 
get her?"

I knew that she was almost ready, but I wasn't ready to give 
her up yet. I carefully chose my words before replying "She 
needs more enforcement. I need to take today's reactions and 
enforce them with some more suggestions. If we quit too soon, 
she may develop negative feelings if her new attitude isn't 
correctly re-enforced. I'll need the full thirty days."

He looked at me, knowing the real reason behind my decision. 
He suggested "Anyone that can change her as much as she is 
changed, is a genius. I don't like your decision, but you are the 
boss as long as everyone lives by the contract. I'll send for her 
on the morning of the thirtieth day. Then one week later, I'll 
send the limo for you. I want you to spend that day and night 
with us, observing her to see if any more improvement can be 
made to her. As for your compliance with the contract so far, 
I'm very satisfied with the way things are going. There is an 
untaxable fifty thousand dollars bonus coming to you."

He walked back inside, to spend another two hours with her in 
our bedroom. When he left this time, he didn't bother to come 
out to the patio to say good-by to me. I heard the car pull away 
and sat there until she joined me on the patio.

Her body was still flushed from their fucking. Her hair that had 
been perfectly arranged, was a mess. She had rinsed off her 
make-up. Her neck and upper chest bore red marks that 
looked like fingers or lips. Worst of all, was her strong sexual 
odor. I knew that she hadn't taken a shower yet, so she was 
probably full of his cum too.

She lit a cigarette and softly confirmed "I sincerely feel that I 
enjoyed that. I know that it was only because of your 
suggestions, but I really had a good time with him. I didn't 
want him to leave me. I wanted him to stay in bed with me. I 
wanted his cock so bad, it almost hurt when he pulled out of 
me. How do you think that I did?"

I couldn't look at her because my eyes were watering and I 
didn't want her to see me cry. I nodded my head and mumbled 
"Ok. How about lunch?"

She reached out her hand, touching my arm as she softly said 
"I can feel your hurt and wish that I could help you. But I can't. 
I'm doing what I've got to do. What I've been trained to do and 
feel. Today was the best fucking that Bert ever gave me and it 
was all because of you. I loved every minute of my two times 
with him and can't wait to move back into his house. But I 
want you to be aware that I know that the emotions that I feel 
about Bert are really emotions from my feelings about you."

I waited until she was almost ready to get out of the shower, 
then I joined her, knowing that she would be clean. That all 
traces of Bert would be rinsed away and flushed down the 
drain. I didn't make love to her in the shower, but fucked her, 
pining her back to the wall as the water cascaded down over 
her. It was pure rape on my part, taking what I had to take, 
knowing that she believed she wanted it to be Bert doing what I 
was doing to her.

That night, she accidentally called me Bert as she was riding 
my cock.

******

The next ten days sped by too quickly. True to my agreement, I 
focused and sharpened her likes and dislikes until she was 
Bert's perfect woman. She almost drooled when she thought 
about him. All she could talk about, was being with him, about 
making love to him and being his woman. She stared at his 
photograph and frequently hugged it to release some of the 
desire that she was feeling now. I hated hearing her words, 
seeing her every reaction to Bert, but I had to enforce it.

I added some safeguards to her hypnotic suggestions so that 
she could only be hypnotized by me; so that she would only 
respond to my voice when she was in a hypnotic trance.

While the days rushed for me, they dragged for her because 
she wanted to be with him.

I helped her pack the morning that the limo was expected. She 
wanted me to go with her, but I couldn't. I knew that she was 
feeling mixed emotions also, but would follow the suggestions 
that I had so carefully built into her new personality. While I 
moped around, putting her clothes into her suitcases, she was 
so alive, so vibrant as she anticipated moving back into the city 
house with Bert.

The limo arrived and the driver loaded the suitcases as she 
checked her appearance, making sure that everything was 
perfect. I walked with her to the limo, giving her a farewell kiss 
as she got into the limo. As it pulled away, she turned and blew 
me a kiss through the back window, then faced forward as the 
limo drove away.

I walked back out to the patio and sat down heavily in one of 
the chairs, seeing her pack of cigarettes and lighter on the 
table. Bert didn't want her to smoke, so she had left her 
cigarettes here. I didn't care if she smoked or not and thought 
that it was sexy sometimes to watch her smoke. So I had let 
her smoke when she was around me.

Feeling very frustrated and somewhat scared, I lit one of her 
cigarettes and smoked it, wishing that she could turn around 
and come back. I felt that the love of my life had just willingly 
climbed into that limo and that I had condemned her to a fate 
worse than death.

Chapter 7 - Inspection

I couldn't stay at the beach house, although it was mine to do 
whatever I desired for another week. After she left, I packed up 
and left, returning to my house.

I sat around my house all evening, feeling bored and lost 
without her. I kept looking at my watch, knowing that she was 
probably in bed with Bert, being his perfect little woman. The 
more I thought about it, the more I regretted letting her go to 
him. I kept telling myself that I didn't have any choice - that we 
had already passed the point of no return.

About nine pm I couldn't look at my empty bed anymore so I 
went bar hopping, which was a big mistake. I got drunk, 
picked up a prostitute and went home with her. I woke up with 
a hell of a headache, no cash, and in bed with a woman that 
looked like my Aunt Sally. An ugly Aunt Sally. An ugly, older 
Aunt Sally. An ugly, older, over-weight Aunt Sally. In retrospect 
and broad daylight, she looked more like my Uncle Ernie in a 
bad wig, except that Uncle Ernie shaves once a week.

I slipped out of her house, hearing the whore's loud snores as I 
closed her front door; feeling my head throb as I quickly walked 
away from her home. I had never allowed myself to get this 
drunk before or to pick up anyone that ugly.

The next six days were miserable; while I waited for my day to 
visit Tamaria. I tried to get back into my work, but had no 
heart for it. All I could think of, was Tamaria as I wondered if I 
did the correct thing by transforming her into his slave.

******

The limo arrived at 9 am, but I had been ready since 6 am, 
with my overnight bag packed. I sat in the backseat as the 
driver drove to the industrial compound, letting me out at the 
main building. A guard was waiting for me and escorted me up 
to the front office, where the lawyer was waiting for me. I was 
guided into the same conference room where the lawyer gave 
me three checks that totaled one hundred and twenty 
thousand dollars, which was how much Jess explained that I 
had earned so far, to include bonuses.

Bert walked in and nonchalantly sat down at the head of the 
table. He looked very relaxed and comfortable as he leaned 
back in his chair.

"Bob, I don't believe in wasting money. The money that Jess 
gave you today, is one of the best investments that I ever made. 
The new Tamaria is the most fantastic woman in the world. I 
cannot thank you enough for helping me resolve a very 
unpleasant personal situation." he declared as he punched a 
button on the intercom "Miss Tolson, please ask my 
administrative assistant to join me in the conference room."

Turning back to me, he continued "I can only stay for a few 
minutes because of other meetings, but look forward to seeing 
you at my house tonight. Dinner is at 7 pm."

The door opened and Tamaria stepped in. But it was a different 
Tamaria from the way that I expected her to be dressed. 
Instead of the normal sexy dresses, she had on a woman's 
business suit, complete with frilly blouse and jacket. Her hair 
was styled into an upsweep professional bun. Standing in the 
doorway, holding her schedule notebook, she looked like a 
professional banker.

She smiled when she saw me, then stepped forward holding 
out her hand as if to greet me. I stood and took her hand as 
she calmly stated "Bob, so good to see you. Bert told me that 
you would probably be in town today and that I should expect 
you for dinner tonight at our house."

She deliberately rubbed my palm with her fingertip as she 
shook hands with me causing my hand to tingle from her 
touch. She smiled, knowing the reason for my slight 
discomfort. I really didn't know what to say and mumbled 
"Thank you. I understand that dinner is at seven."

She smiled and replied "We have so much to talk about. Bert 
found a place for me within his organization, so I can use some 
of my talents to help him. And part of my job is to make sure 
that he does his job. Sorry that I can't spend more time with 
you now, but I've got to get Bert to his next meeting. We can 
talk tonight at the house."

Bert stood up, declaring "She's a taskmaster. Gotta go."

He walked out the door, closely followed by Tamaria, who didn't 
even look back as she followed him down the hallway.

The lawyer declared, with a lecherous grin on his face "As you 
can see, Miss Hamilton blends in quite well with the corporate 
functions now; and I understand that Mr. Weiser is very 
satisfied with her new attitude and personal functions. Mr. 
Weiser suggested that I accompany you to meet the heads of 
our Personnel and Training departments to determine if we can 
use your skills to help motivate our executives and to develop a 
series of Stop Smoking clinics."

******

The rest of the day was spent listening to the two department 
heads discussing the new programs that they wanted to 
implement. The job was mine if I wanted it; knowing that Bert 
was trying to do to me what he did to Tamaria. Buy me so he 
could use me as he desired.

By the end of the day, we had worked out a series of one day 
Stop Smoking Clinics at each of their sites. The seventy clinics 
would be spread over a period of six months, with a quite 
generous payment schedule.

When we finished our meetings, the limo driver was waiting for 
me. I sat in the back seat, knowing that I didn't want to go to 
Bert's home, but also knowing that I had to go.

It was a large mansion situated on a spacious meticulous 
estate, with a guard at the gate. A butler was waiting for me 
and escorted me to the library; standing by after fixing me a 
drink. About five minutes later, Bert came downstairs. He had 
changed from his suit into some clothes that looked as if he 
was going to play golf.

The butler fixed a drink for Bert and left the room as Bert 
motioned me to a pair of oversized chairs.

"Sorry that I couldn't spend much time with you today, but I've 
got a very active business schedule. Tamaria blends in quite 
well now, so that I can use her other skills as well as be with 
her. She is very happy with her new life and living here with 
me. I know that you are probably worried about her, so I 
wanted to show you tonight, what she does for me. How I've 
taken her malleable desire to serve me and shaped her into my 
personal slut when we're within the privacy of our home. 
Tamaria, come in here."

A door opened, and Tamaria stepped into the room, but just as 
today at the office, it was a Tamaria that I had never seen 
before. Gone were the professional business woman suit, 
make-up, posture and attitude. 

She was wearing a pair of knee-high black-leather high-heel 
boots with four inch stilettos, and black-leather skin-tight 
trousers tucked into her boots.  On top, she wore a black 
motorcycle jacket with one big zipper pulled up to just below 
her cleavage, and a black motorcycle cap with a Harley 
Davidson emblem on it. She was carrying a riding crop. Her 
make-up had been heavily applied, making the eyes look sultry 
and mysterious, while the lips were a glistening fire-engine red. 
Her hair had been fluffed and shaped into a style that looked 
like Cher's motorcycle mama hairstyle. On her left upper chest, 
could be seen a little tattoo of a rose, which I knew had to be 
one of those paste-on tattoos.

She strode across the floor to Bert's chair strutting like a 
dancer in an old Elvis movie, where she sat down on the floor 
beside his leg as she gave me a haughty "tough bitch" look. 
Sitting beside his leg like that, she looked like a trained bulldog 
sitting beside its master.

Bert commanded softly "Greet our visitor."

She rubbed the riding crop handle across her lips as if it were 
a cock, leaving a faint trial of red lipstick on the black leather. 
Tilting her head back, she pursed her lips, blowing a "fuck-me" 
kiss followed by a huskily groaned "Hellooo Bobby."

Bert smiled as he said "We like to play games at night in the 
privacy of our home. Tonight is bitch night. Last night was 
little-girl-lost night where the nice rich man played daddy to 
the lost little girl. The night before was slut night where she 
strutted around looking and acting like a ten dollar whore. 
Tomorrow night is cheerleader night when she gets to ball the 
football hero. What do you think of my little tough bitch?"

She had press-on bright red nails that were two inches long 
and she was rubbing one of her fingers across her mouth, as 
she stared at me with her too-heavily mascaraed eyes, giving 
me a "toughest fuck that you'll ever see" look. 

I replied "She looks very realistic."

"Show the man your ass, Bitch."

She eased to her knees, and turned on the floor so that she 
was facing Bert's lap. As he spread his legs, she bent over his 
lap so that her arms rested on his legs while she pointed her 
tightly encased black leather ass at me.

I couldn't see what she was doing, but I heard his trousers 
unzip which confirmed my painful suspicions. Then she leaned 
forward so that her face was in his lap. I glanced up at his face 
to see a stupid smile on it as he stared back at me.

He gasped as he declared "Yeah, she's my bitch all right. And 
she can't get enough of me, thanks to you. Today after leaving 
a meeting, it was just me and my proper "Miss Jones" in the 
elevator. She pressed the stop button, lifted her skirt and 
spread her legs as she leaned against the wall. I dropped to my 
knees and ate her creamy pussy out, while that damn elevator 
buzzed. When we pressed the go button again, she was just as 
prim and proper as you saw her today."

Her head was slowly bobbing in his lap. She reached back with 
one hand and unzipped the zipper between her leather-encased 
legs so that her newly shaved cunt was exposed to me. As her 
head bobbled up and down on his cock, her ass waved from 
side to side like a metronome clicking away the rhythm to a 
piano student. I stared at that wonderful ass, remembering 
when she wanted me to touch it. I felt myself stiffen when I 
watched her push a finger up inside her vagina.

I softly uttered "If you don't mind, I've seen enough."

His glazed-over eyes stared at me as a drop of sweat trickled 
down the ridge of his nose as he loudly grunted "No. You can't 
go."

She raised her head, turning to look at me like a hungry dog 
protecting its soup bone, exposing his purple cockhead that 
was glistening with her saliva. His lipstick coated cock was just 
inches from her bright puckered lips. I didn't recognize her face 
because it was contorted with passion and desire as she 
hungrily attacked his cock again, rolling it around her face, 
drooling as she shoved it into her mouth, loudly moaning and 
groaning as if it was the best cock in the world.

He moved so that his throbbing meat was rubbing against her 
lips again. With one hand, she slipped his foreskin up so that it 
almost hid the cockhead. Then she put her lips on his 
cockhead, using only her lips to push the foreskin back down 
so that as she removed her lips, it exposed his glistening cock 
head.

Trembling all over, Bert began to breathe in short gasps, as she 
inhaled his cock, taking it expertly all the way down her throat 
in one thrust. Then with his cock buried to the hilt in her 
mouth, she began teasing his balls with her long red 
fingernails.

In seconds, Bert came as his body contracted in an orgasm so 
intense that he screamed. She pulled her head back and I 
watched as he shot spurt after spurt of thick white cum all 
over her smiling face.  Like one of those whores in a cheap fuck 
film, she caught his cum in her mouth as it dripped off her 
face. It was in her hair, on her nose, her eyelids, her chin and 
her glistening red lips were thickly coated with his semen. Her 
face was glowing with triumph, allowing her natural beauty to 
show through under the whorish make-up and semen.

He tucked his cock into his trousers as she scooted back, 
allowing him to stand. He calmly walked over to the bar, threw 
her a bar towel to clean her face, and fixed himself another 
drink as he humbly suggested to me "Would you be interested 
in a m‚nage ... trois tonight? Not that I'm interested in anything 
kinky with you, but I would like to see what she does when she 
is in bed with her two most favorite men in the world."

"No, thank you. I like my sex to be a little bit private."

"Too bad. It could've been fun. Well, I'm going out to the golf 
course to hit a few golf balls. The doctor gives me vitamins to 
keep my strength up, but also requires me to have some 
exercise other than fucking. She's yours for the next three 
hours, except you have a surprise coming to you. I told her to 
stay in her Bitch character all night."

Chapter 8 - The bitch

She dropped the towel on the floor. Her make-up was smeared 
and her hair had a wet spot where some cum had landed. She 
walked over to my chair, grabbed my tie and pulled me to my 
feet, whispering in a husky threatening voice "I'm going fuck 
you as you've never been fucked. " 

Without looking at me, she started pulling on my tie, guiding 
me across the floor like a kid pulling a recalcitrant puppy as 
Bert laughed at my disappearing back "Good luck. And if you 
change your mind about the three of us, I'll let you pick the 
games."

I let her pull me out into the hallway and upstairs to a 
bedroom. It was a decidedly feminine room dominated by a big 
brass bed, wallpaper and fabrics and silk sheets. As soon as we 
were in the bedroom, she turned and locked her mouth on me. 
As her tongue hungrily probed my mouth, I could taste 
something within her mouth that I assumed to be remnants of 
his cum. Although I was shocked by finding the remnant of his 
sperm, I couldn't find the strength to push her away. I wanted 
her. And at that moment, it didn't matter what price I had to 
pay to have her again. 

In the darkened bedroom, she was like an animal as she ripped 
my shirt buttons, pulling my shirt off me with one hand as the 
other hand fumbled with my belt. Our lips were still locked as I 
unzipped her leather jacket and forced it off her shoulders, 
letting her hot breasts mash against my also bare chest. We 
quickly undressed each other as she led me over to the bed 
and threw me on the bed.

She ran her hands searchingly all over my body, rubbing my 
cock between her thighs as she teased it against the moist lips 
between her legs. I discovered that in addition to the paste-on 
rose tattoo on her breast, she had a Harley emblem paste-on 
tattoo on her ass cheek.

I looked at her newly shaved pussy and muttered "When did 
you do this?"

"I don't remember, but Bert wanted it. Now that I've shaved it, I 
know that he was right and wished that I had done it years 
ago. He's right about a lot of stuff. It makes sex so much easier 
and cleaner for both of us. Do you like it?"

I bent over and kissed her newly shaved pussy lips, pausing for 
a moment to rub my tongue against her shaved lips. Then I 
replied "yes, it feels so good." 

"Thank you for the best week of sex that I've ever had. Bert has 
given me the best fucking that I've ever had. I can't get enough 
of him." she whispered, writhing her hips against me; as she 
dug her fingernails into my shoulders. I gripped her buttocks 
as she squeezed my cock between her strong thighs, before 
guiding my aching cock to her cunt. Her eyes were closed and 
she was moaning as her hips ground against my hips.

I plunged into her wet and delicious cunt, causing her to 
release a short groan of pleasure. I thrust so hard up into her 
that I knew we would be bruised from that one thrust.

She rolled over, pulling me with her, on top of her. I felt her 
strain as she arched her back under me, arching her body up 
to me. She was moaning something that sounded like 
"fuckmefuckmefuckme" as she bit my lips, and dug her long 
fingernails into my back.

Her fingernails traced a cutting path down my back, raking 
great weal's across my back and shoulders until she found my 
thrusting ass. As I humped her, she spread my ass cheeks 
apart, found my puckered ring and thrust a finger into my ass. 
I jerked when her finger penetrated me, then kept humping her 
as she moved her finger around in my asshole, using her 
fingernail to stab my very tender inner flesh.

I didn't resist when she added a second finger, stretching me 
further, causing me to pause as I groaned and thrashed 
repeatedly with my cock firmly imbedded into her wet cunt. 
She held me tightly in her strong thighs, clamping them round 
my hips as she held me.

My cock felt monstrous from the velvet squeezing of her vagina 
muscles and from her fingers manipulating my prostate. It had 
expanded to its largest size ever, throbbing painfully.

"ooohh, my god" she moaned. She thrust her hips at me with 
bruising force. Her mouth jerked open as she screamed, her 
eyes glazed, and her nostrils flared as she screwed herself onto 
my cock and held herself there while her hips humped up and 
down. For a brief moment, she spread her legs, tensed, then 
she collapsed under me as her body shook and quivered. For 
about thirty seconds, she lay still, doing little more than moan 
as I continued thrusting into her pussy. Twenty seconds later, 
she revived as she pulled my mouth down to her mouth.

After a very passionate kiss, she declared "Now, it's my turn to 
satisfy you. I like the taste of come. I like its thick feel in my 
mouth; and the pungent and sweet taste of it."

She shoved me, pushing me back on my back, causing my 
cock to pull out of her with a sloppy plop sound.

She grabbed my cock with her hand, stroking the stiff wet 
shaft as she scooted down the bed so that her face was inches 
from my manhood. She put her mouth on it, encasing my 
cockhead with a moist warm pressure. She jacked it steadily 
with one hand lubricated with natural lubrication from 
between her legs, while she sucked my cockhead. Her 
lubricated hand went up and down on the shaft as her tongue 
teased my very tender skin.

She began to suck a little harder, nibbling gently with her 
teeth, alternating with ramming her beautiful mouth down on 
my cock. 

I felt the movement growing in my balls, as I watched her lips 
sucking voraciously. I arched my hips up at her face, feeling 
the cum growing as it flowed through my body. I flailed my 
hips furiously as I let out a long, high-pitched cry of joy. I felt 
the flow of sperm rush from my balls as my load shot into her 
furiously sucking mouth. I held her head down, forcing her to 
keep me in her mouth.

She sucked every last ounce of my sperm as I lay exhausted 
from our strenuous lovemaking. I fell asleep with her warm lips 
wrapped around my flaccid cock.

******

I woke up when the overhead light turned on. I started to sit up 
and discovered that I couldn't. I was handcuffed to the bed. I 
was spread-eagled and locked into an unmovable position on 
the bed, a bunch of pillows stuffed under my still-naked body. 

Tamaria was dressed in a seductive white corset with a small 
boned demi-bra pushing her breasts so they were jutting 
forward and outward. Her garter belt connected to a pair of 
matching white stocking hose, that flowed down into a pair of 
knee-high white boots. She was standing beside the bed, her 
bare and hairless vulva pointing at me. Her dark hair was 
greased back into a flat, punkish hairstyle. She had reapplied 
her makeup, putting it on heavy and making her face look 
stronger - more dykeish than seductress. She was looking at 
me with a leering smile, reminding me of the mean little kid 
who caught a rabbit in his trap and was trying to figure out 
how to torture the rabbit. 

In her hand was a big flesh-colored dildo that was liberally 
coated with petroleum jelly. The dildo had a hanging electrical 
cord. I stared at the dildo and barely heard her whisper "I'm 
going fuck you as you have never been fucked. And I'm going to 
make you enjoy it." 

She was correct.

And I think that the reason that I enjoyed it, was because it 
was her doing it to me. I certainly hope that I don't have any 
latent homosexual desires.

She sat on my face and ordered me to give her three orgasms. 
She wasn't going to get up or quit diddling that dildo up my ass 
until I satisfied her.

As I flexed my arms trying to escape my bonds, she played with 
my nipples hardening them into little peaks. I tried to ignore 
the good feeling as she pulled and pinched them, making them 
get harder and more sensitive. My nipples harden as she 
sucked my nipples. After a couple of minutes of teasing me, 
she held up the dildo.

She held the tip of the dildo close to my helpless asshole. She 
pressed the latex cock against my tight asshole trying to 
penetrate me dry as if she was really enjoying this cruel and 
sadistic pleasure. The tip just pressed against my opening 
without entry and I knew that there was no way that that big 
thing could ever get inside me. It was too damn big.

I was straining, trying to escape from my bonds, trying to resist 
her. She grabbed my balls in her warm hand and whispered in 
a husky, aroused voice "I'm a bitch and you're my slave. I'll do 
whatever I want to do you tonight because you're totally 
helpless. Your pain only brings me pleasure. I suggest that you 
just let it happen, and try to enjoy it."

She lubed the shaft with a jelly lubricant as she put some of it 
on her fingers and greased my rectum. After applying the jelly, 
she hinted that there would be some momentary pain until it 
was inserted far enough to pass the sphincter muscle. Her 
fingers spread me gently, opening me, preparing me for the 
larger invasion to come. I tensed my muscles but quickly 
followed her suggestion to pretend that I was farting to loosen 
my muscles. When I did, the dildo slid easily into me, with just 
a minor discomfort. She pushed hard and firmly against my 
anal opening. I could feel the rigid curvature of the shaft as it 
slipped in. She pushed the dildo as deep inside me as she 
could get it, calling it my little-boy pussy as she slowly slid the 
dildo in and out of my ass.

She leaned on my chest, crossing her arms as she rested her 
weight on her arms across my chest. She stared into my eyes 
with a `whatcha you gonna do now' smile - like a Cheshire cat 
playing with a mouse before he kills it. 

I tried to talk her into letting me loose or at the least to remove 
the dildo. But every time I used the word ass or called my 
invaded body cavity something other than pussy, she would 
flip a little switch in the base of the dildo, sending a mild 
electrical shock through me. After three slightly painful 
electrical jerks, I was more than willing to call it anything she 
wanted. 

Then she commanded me to beg her to fuck me. When I 
declined ever so politely, I got zapped again. About two more 
electrical zaps later and a little additional explicit guidance, I 
hesitatingly pleaded with her to "Please fuck my little-boy 
pussy...with...your cock."

She spun around so that her ankles were under my armpits 
and she was slightly kneeling so that her shaved pussy was 
only inches from my face. I could see that her nether lips were 
swollen, that fluid was leaking from between her lips and I 
could smell her strong arousal.

She commanded in a whisper "Touch my vulva."

I bent my neck, having to strain to touch her with the tip of my 
tongue. As I licked her, she eased down so that I didn't have to 
stretch my neck. I pushed my tongue between her lips, finding 
her clitoris. As I nudged it with my tongue, I could feel it swell 
as she jerked from the shocks of pleasure flowing through her 
body.

I tasted a delicious nectar as additional dampness seeped from 
her vagina. As I caressed the folds of her labia, she squirmed 
so that the tip of my nose eased into her hairless slit.

Through my ears, muffled by her thighs, I heard her say "Yes, I 
like that. I love oral sex. It causes me to have waves of warm 
pleasure float through my body. It causes contractions to 
began in my lower stomach and groin; which rapidly build up. 
The pressure building in my crotch gets so intense that I worry 
that I'm going to burst before that wonderful feeling when my 
groin pulses with ecstasy."

Then without warning, she slapped my steel-hard cock against 
my stomach, resulting in an unexpected wave of pleasure. My 
breathing became more rapid as she rubbed some jelly on my 
rock-hard erection, cooling me yet also causing me to get 
hotter. 

She began pumping my cock with her velvet hand as she 
rammed the dildo with the other hand, causing an intolerable 
mixture of pleasure and pain. It was a wonderful feeling of 
intense pleasure as she stroked my cock; yet it was mixed with 
pain as she rotated the slightly curved dildo inside me. My 
sphincter muscles were responding from the pleasurable pain 
as I felt them tightened around the base of the dildo. She was 
pushing the dildo in and out of my ass with short firm hard 
strokes. The dildo had slid all the way in and was buried to the 
hilt as the fury and momentum of her strokes increased. My 
pain was so deeply intense, and I had never experienced 
anything so uncomfortable in my whole life; yet I didn't want 
her to stop - because I hate to admit it, but I was enjoying her 
perverted rape of me.

She stopped ramming the dildo in me and whispered "For 
thirty days, I was your slave as you molded me into being a 
slave and trained me to obey Bert, to be his perfect woman. 
Tonight Bert told me to be a bitch and to do to you, whatever I 
wanted to do. How do you like being my slave?".

"I never treated you this way." I declared as she slightly bobbed 
up and down waving her clitoris inches from my face. Then she 
sat on my face so that I could hardly breathe. She squirmed 
until she was pushing her vulva against my tongue. I could feel 
her feminine juices flowing down my face as she forced my face 
harder into her pussy.

She flicked the switch in the dildo as she rammed it up inside 
me again. Between her rapid stroking on my cock and the full 
feel of that dildo bumping against my prostate, my cock was 
the hardest that I think it ever was. It was so hard that it hurt 
and demanded relief. Relief that she was taking her time giving 
to me.

She was roughly jacking my cock up and down, using long full 
strokes. I felt her tense as her weight dropped more on my face 
and a wave of pussy juice coated my lips as she groaned from 
the orgasm. I found her inner lips engorged with lust. I 
captured each lip in turn, suckling on it as I moved my mouth 
back and forth, before I wrapped my lips around her clit. Using 
my tongue, I massaged and caressed her until she cums.

Her orgasm caused a small pause in her stroking of my cock 
and the dildo. But within seconds, she attacked my ass with a 
renewed fervor as she rammed the dildo repeatedly into me.

She came one more time before I exploded my juices all over 
my belly. My asshole was still undulating to the rapid thrusts 
of the dildo as she hit me with three short jerks of electrical 
shocks combined with the stroking. I came hard, straining 
against the bonds holding me, the absolute immobility of my 
bondage compounding my excitement further, so that the 
orgasm was extremely intense. The semen gushed out of me in 
white jets that seemed to go on endlessly.

Then she jerked the dildo out of my asshole. I moaned a cry of 
pain as the tip of the head slipped out past my reddened and 
inflamed sphincter. My sphincter was erupting in violent 
spasms.

Chapter 9 - The monthly inspections

My ass was sore for two days. I was mad at Tamaria for the 
rest of the month, even though I knew that what she did to me, 
wasn't her fault. She did it at Bert's suggestion. He was the one 
that really raped me. She was just the tool.

Twenty days later was the first monthly inspection and 
hypnotic re-enforcement. I had been busy, because of the work 
provided by Bert's organization; so I hadn't had much time to 
mope around, thinking about Tamaria. I had consulted with 
her lawyer prior to accepting any work from Bert because I 
wanted to avoid any conflict of interest. He pointed out to me a 
clause in the contract allowing me to accept work from Bert as 
long as that work didn't contradict our basic agreement.

The limo picked me up and drove to Bert's mansion, instead of 
the office. The butler escorted me into the library where Bert's 
lawyers and Tamaria's lawyer were waiting for me. After a 
round of hello's, Bert entered the room, sitting down in his 
chair as the butler handed him a drink. There was a small 
game of musical chairs as the lawyers sat down in chairs 
behind Bert, leaving only the chair at Bert's right hand empty. I 
was still standing and noticed that all of the chairs faced one 
chair, which I assumed would be Tamaria's chair, with all the 
other chairs in a semi-amphitheater behind Bert and my 
chairs. 

Bert declared "Bob, I wish to thank you for your fine work. 
While I previously had some doubts as to the effectiveness of 
your hypnotic suggestions, the last thirty days have convinced 
me that you are clearly a professional of the highest caliber. 
Tamaria is a changed woman. I'm completely satisfied with her 
personality and desires to please me. As far as I'm concerned, 
she is almost the perfect woman. Perfection for me, would be 
no list of mandatory no-nos. I've asked the participants to the 
contract signing to attend this hypnotic sessions because there 
is some further work that I would like to propose after the 
session. In addition to the questions and therapy that you plan 
to do, I would like for you to ask her these questions."

He handed a sheet of typed questions. I looked at the questions 
and didn't see anything that appeared wrong. I nodded 
acceptance of his request.

Bert looked at the butler and commanded "Ask Tamaria to join 
us."

The butler stepped out of the room. In a moment, he opened 
the door, revealing Tamaria standing in the hallway. It was a 
Tamaria that I had never seen. Her long, auburn hair had been 
colored blonde. She was wearing a low cut evening gown, that 
exposed plenty of cleavage and showed off her excellent body. A 
narrow slit in the dress, partially up her thigh, exhibited her 
perfect leg and high heels as she walked across the room. Her 
natural beauty had been amplified as she had been 
transformed into a goddess of unparalleled beauty and radiant 
sex appeal. She walked slowly and confidently, knowing that 
every eye was watching her, wanting her. Her tall physique and 
womanly curves were voluptuous and sweet. The exotic and 
tight-fitting dress emphasized her high and perfectly round 
breasts which rose and fell noticeably with her every breath. 
The dress slit revealed her perfect legs, tapered smoothly into 
dimpled knees, sloped calves and dainty ankles and exposed 
just enough of her thigh. Her sumptuous hips moved and 
flowed under the dress revealing her full and distinct buttocks.

Scanning the room, she locked eyes with me. Her dress clung 
to her shapely body, letting the outline of her hard nipples 
clearly show through; I could even see the "V" where her legs 
met. She smiled knowing that she was gorgeous.

As she approached me, Bert said "This is my favorite game with 
her. I call it the Marilyn Monroe look. Remember the movie 
`Gentlemen Prefer Blondes', where Marilyn's obvious sex appeal 
created a new definition for womanhood. I showed Tamaria the 
movie and asked her to transform herself into today's version 
of Marilyn. Needless to say, I was extremely pleased with her 
finished appearance and new personality. So pleased that I find 
it difficult to have her look or act any other way now."

She stood in front of me, her eyes glowing, her lips looking so 
voluptuous and lush, her body looking so sensual and willing. 
For just a moment, I was lost in her eyes, feeling a tremendous 
sexual desire for her as I forgot about everyone else in the 
room.

She smiled a siren's smile, drawing me toward her, focusing 
my attention on her as her husky voice hinted of undreamed of 
sexual pleasures "Hello, Bob. It's good to see you again."

"Hello, Tamaria. I've missed you."

"Bob, I understand that what you need to do, takes about an 
hour. I've got a golf game scheduled for this afternoon and 
would like to be there at tee-off time." suggested Bob.

Tamaria walked over to her chair, sitting down as she crossed 
her legs, exposing a perfect thigh. She put her hands on the 
arm rest and replied in a sensual husky voice "I'm ready for 
you to do anything that you desire. Go ahead Bob."

I spent five minutes putting her into the deep trance. For 
several minutes, I questioned her about how she was doing, if 
she had any problems, if Bert had tried to get her to break any 
of her forty-seven rules; and generally re-enforcing the rules. 
When I was satisfied that she was performing according to the 
contract and that there were no problems with Bob's demands 
on her or her acceptance of his demands; I turned to the 
lawyers "She appears to be in excellent health, both physically 
and mentally. There is nothing that I feel needs to be done, to 
improve her compliance."

Bert held up the list of questions, which I started reading them 
in turn "Tamaria, are you happy with your new life, being 
Bert's woman?"

"Yes, I'm extremely happy." she replied in her soft husky voice.

"Has he asked you to do anything that you didn't want to do? 
Or wouldn't have done of your own free will?"

"He frequently asks me to leave him alone. I like to be near 
him, to feel him, to touch him or just be in the same room with 
him. Otherwise, no."

"Do you enjoy this lifestyle?"

"I've never had a home. Bert gave me my first and only home. 
Yes, I enjoy being his woman and living as his mistress, 
pleasuring him. I don't think that I could live any other life."

I hesitated on the last question then when I couldn't explain 
why I didn't want to ask it, I proceeded reading it word for word 
as I had done the other questions "Tamaria, this is Bob. If I 
decided at the end of the contract time, that you should remain 
this way, under Bert's control; would you do it?"

She didn't hesitate as she responded "Our agreement was that 
you determined my future personality. I will do and become 
whomever you want me to be."

Bert looked around the room, nodded to his lawyers and then 
directed "Thank you, Bob. Please wake her up."

I spent about five minutes giving her re-enforcement 
suggestions before I woke her up. When she looked around the 
room, Bert admonished "Tamaria, we have a golf game today. 
Please go get ready."

She stood up, and walked out of the room, not looking around, 
not saying good-by to me. Just as when she entered the room, 
her exit required everyone to focus on her. She was almost out 
of the room, when she suddenly turned towards me with a 
knowing smile that seemed to go right through me.

When the door shut behind her, Bert looked at Jess, his lawyer 
who stated "Mr. Jones, as evidenced by your questioning, Miss 
Hamilton is completely happy with her life and current mental 
conditioning. Mr. Weiser has requested that we consider an 
amendment to her contract. Because of Miss Hamilton's 
obvious satisfaction with her involvement with Mr. Weiser, my 
client would like to marry Miss Hamilton at the conclusion of 
the contract."

"That's one of the forty-seven no-nos."

"Incorrect. The list of prohibited items has a line item that 
addresses marriage during the contract, but doesn't restrict it 
after the contract. Therefore, she could marry after the contract 
is over."

"Her intent wasn't to marry your client at all. I can't comply 
with your request because that is in direct contradiction with 
her original intent, no matter what she thinks at this time that 
she desires now."

Jess looked at Bert who interjected "Correct. And you 
responded correctly. My lawyer's line of questioning was 
intended to determine if you were correctly protecting your 
client; which your answer affirmed. We had no intent except to 
test your loyalty; which you passed with flying colors. And now, 
gentlemen, I must go upstairs to get dressed. Bob, I look 
forward to seeing you next month."

I was dismissed. Although I had my overnight bag with me, it 
was quite apparent that I wouldn't be spending the night.

******

The next month was a whirlwind of clinics, scattered all across 
the nation, working for Bert's firm. I was making a fortune, 
because there was no overhead and I was getting a generous 
fee for the clinics.

I tried to call Tamaria several times but weren't able to get 
through to either her or Bert. My calls to Bert's lawyers and 
Tamaria's lawyer, Ralph, went unreturned. I wasn't liking the 
way things were occurring and couldn't wait for the next 
scheduled inspection session. I was beginning to suspect that 
Ralph had sold Tamaria out and was now working for Bert.

The limo picked me up and carried me to the mansion where I 
was greeted by Bert, Jess and Ralph waiting for me in the 
library.

I started off by questioning their non-response to my calls 
"What is going on? No one returns my calls, especially you." I 
declared pointing at Ralph.

Bert replied "At the end of today's session, we'll spend some 
time, answering all questions. Why don't we start with 
Tamaria's monthly session and get that out of the way?. 
Tamaria, will you join us please?"

The door opened and Tamaria stepped into the room. She was 
dressed like a rodeo cowgirl, with cowboy boots, tight fitting 
leather jeans, a frilly blouse with fringes hanging down, a 
cowboy hat, a sheriff's badge and a gunbelt. As she walked 
across the room, she was staring at me as if we were getting 
ready to do a shootout; her hand inches from her holstered 
realistic looking pistol. She drawled "My name's Annie Pussy. 
Fastest cocksucker in the west. Fool with me and risk getting 
blown away. By my mouth, that is. How are you, Bob?"

Her serious look was replaced by a smile. I responded 
"Business has never been better."

She titled her wine glass to her lips and sipped delicately as 
she watched me through the glass. I finished my own drink 
only to have the butler quickly pour another one.

Bert sat down as he commanded "Take that phony pistol off 
and get comfortable, Tamaria. We have a long agenda today 
and need to get started."

She removed the gun belt, cowboy hat and sat down in the 
chair, across from the chair that I was expected to sit in. I sat 
down and spent the next five minutes repeating my trance 
instructions to her. As usual, I observed her for visual 
indications of her deepening trance. I was seeing reduced 
breathing, slight eye-lid flickering and other signs, but 
something didn't seem right; although she was in what 
appeared to be her normal hypnotic trace.

I spent twenty minutes questioning her and re-enforcing her 
basic suggestions before I paused. I've hypnotized too many 
people over the years not to have a second sense when things 
aren't what they're supposed to be. I turned to Bert and simply 
reported "She's not in a trance and is only acting like she is. 
How did you accomplish this?"

Bert took a deep breath and responded "Tamaria, fix me a 
drink, please."

Tamaria instantly opened her eyes and smiled at me, although 
she was supposed to be in a deep trance, responsive only to my 
suggestions. 

Winking at me as if we were sharing some secret, she caused a 
cold shiver to slip up my backbone. For the first time, since I 
met her, I didn't trust her. I could only stare at her wondering 
what was going on as she walked over to the bar, and poured 
herself a fresh drink over some ice.

Bert shrugged "Remember our last discussion. You were being 
feeled out to see if you would be receptive to modifying the 
contract. I quickly noticed that you wouldn't even consider it so 
I ended the discussion. Prior to that meeting, I had worked out 
some very reasonable financial agreements with everyone else 
so that there would be no problems. Thank you, my dear." as 
Tamaria handed him her drink. She walked back to her chair, 
put her cowboy hat and holster back on, before walking behind 
Bert's chair where she was staring at me.

"I didn't get to my current financial state by following rules or 
living up to my contractual obligations unless it was to my 
favor to honor those obligations. While I originally had every 
intent to honor my contract with Tamaria, as I slept with the 
new woman that you gave me, I quickly realized that I didn't 
want to give her up. So I bought everyone's option rights, 
except yours. When you were here the last time, your chair and 
her chair were fitted with very sensitive microphones that 
recorded your voice issuing its hypnotic instructions. Later it 
was easy to replay the tape of your voice, putting her into her 
hypnotic trance as she listened to your voice guiding her into a 
hypnotic state. Another employee of mine, who is also a 
certified hypnotist, gave her new instructions. Guidance to 
pretend to capitulate to you, while pretending to be hypnotized. 
The key to gaining control of her, was her hearing your voice 
asking my explicit written questions and hearing her own voice 
answering those questions. If she could have fooled you this 
time, we were going to proceed with the contract, knowing that 
we could easily return her to her present state after the thirty 
days mandatory time in the original contract. By the time that 
the contract was up, she would have had several deeply hidden 
suggestions that would have returned her to me, as my willing 
slave forever. It would all have been so nice and legal, with 
everyone being happy and rich. But you spoiled that, so we 
have to go forward with plan B. Tamaria, you know what you 
have to do."

She drew her pistol from her holster, pointing it at me as she 
declared with a hostile, angry tone to her voice "This is a real 
pistol, it's loaded and I can hit something as large as a man at 
sixty paces. Don't make me prove it."

Ralph opened his briefcase, removing a pair of handcuffs. He 
commanded "It won't bother her to shoot you; thanks to her 
modified conditioning. I suggest that you get down on the floor, 
with your hands behind your back."
 
Chapter 10 - My cell

I woke up with a headache and feeling very weak. I was lying 
naked on a small bed in a dimly lit room. My hands were 
handcuffed behind me and my feet were chained to the bed. My 
mouth was dry and had a funny taste that I attributed to some 
type of medicine or drugs that they had given me.

The door opened and Bert walked in, followed by someone that 
I didn't know. Bert sat down on the small chair and said "Hello 
Bob. Sorry that we had to take this action, but you left us no 
options. The gentleman behind me, Mr. Edwards, has replaced 
you as Tamaria's guru and guiding light. She now obeys only 
his hypnotic suggestions and is quite happy with what we are 
doing to you. And also with what we are doing to her."

"You won't get away with this. If I disappear, then other people 
will get suspicious and make inquiries. You can't kill us all."

"You don't understand. I don't want to kill anyone. I just want 
to make sure that we are all on the same team, using whatever 
methods it takes. You disappointed me in some ways. I gave 
you a career path that would have made you a small fortune, 
instead of barely eking out a mundane existence, living from 
check to check. So now, I've got to take this approach. You 
have been my guest for four days now. During that time, Mr. 
Edwards has been injecting you with a little chemical to make 
you more malleable as he helps you learn new attitudes."

I groaned, knowing now why my mouth had an unknown 
metallic taste. Although I never used drugs to hypnotize 
anyone, I knew that they could be very effective when used by 
a professional.

Bert droned on "For the last four days, he has been preparing 
you for your return to your rightful place in our organization. 
After all, you are the key that her other lawyers will look at and 
question, accepting your answers as gospel. Now, it is time to 
see how well you re-act to some of your own mental 
conditioning. Uncuff him."

Edwards stepped over to the bed, unfastened the leg cuffs and 
then the handcuffs; before returning to his position by the 
door.

I sat up, rubbing my wrists, knowing that I wouldn't be able to 
overpower both of them in my weakened state. Bert quizzed me 
with that funny smile of his "What would you like to do today, 
Bob?"

I stared at him, hearing his question, knowing it was probably 
a command to my subconscious mind.

"I want to get out of here."

"Will you do as I request?"

"I'll do only what is right. If it is right for Tamaria, then I'll do it. 
You can't manipulate me." I declared, feeling confident in my 
answer.

Bert smiled as he repeated "So you'll do whatever is right for 
Tamaria. Good. Mr. Edwards, introduce our new playmate."

The door opened, revealing a young beautiful woman wearing a 
flimsy short nightgown. Her long, sensuous legs were covered 
with hose held up by garters. She looked like Madonna with 
her pale beautiful face, sensual lips, clear blue doll's eyes, 
surrounded by a frame of magnificent chestnut hair, that 
glinted red in the overhead light.

She stepped into the room as Bert stated "Lynn has 
volunteered to become your playmate, to provide you with the 
services that Tamaria no longer has time or the personal desire 
to provide you. What do you think of her?"

I could only stare at her and want her. She was beautiful and I 
had to have her. I stared at her, knowing that my naked 
erection was very obvious. Lynn looked unabashedly at my 
erect cock, smiled and pulled her nightgown off.

I'll never forget that moment as long as I live. Her body was the 
nearest thing to perfection that I had ever examined. My rigid 
cock jumped straight out and up, throbbing and bobbing up as 
I stared at her perfect body.

Lynn unhooked her bra, shaking the straps off her shoulders, 
causing her large tits to sway gently. Her large breasts were 
exceedingly firm and topped on their upper slopes with huge, 
perfectly circular areolas and the longest, thickest, most 
delicious nipples I had ever seen.

The most incredible feeling surged through my swollen balls as 
I stared as Lynn's magnificent tits. She stepped forward, 
causing me to stare at her long, stockinged legs before I 
focused on her dark patch of pubic hair, that was visible 
through the sheer white triangle of panty nylon.

"Do you like my body?" she asked me. 

I could only stare at her. I knew that Bert and Edwards were 
still in the room, but I could only think about this fantastic 
woman standing in front of me.

She began gently stroking her nipples, closing her eyes, smiling 
seductively as she rubbed her long red fingernails over her 
beautiful nipples. My entire body felt flushed and I knew that I 
had to have her. I watched her fingers move in slow, sensuous 
circles around her erect nipples as I slowly rose from the bed 
and stepped forward until I was inches from her.

I dropped to my knees, inserted my fingers in her panty's 
waistband and pulled them down to her ankles. She stepped 
out of her panties and planted her feet on either side of me, so 
that my face was just inches away from her beautiful, musky, 
heady smelling pussy. She slowly unfastened a garter snap as I 
rubbed my nose against her hairy cunt, as I closed my eyes, 
enjoying the delicious, musky, fragrance of her cunt. She 
moved my hand around her thighs to find the back garter. 
After I unsnapped it, she pulled me up slowly so that I was 
staring into her deep bedroom blue eyes, her nipples were 
poking against my bare chest as my erection bobbed only 
inches from my personal nirvana.

She wrapped her hand around my erection, causing me to 
groan. With her handhold, she guided me back to the bed as 
she whispered "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't take any 
more pussy. I won't touch your cock until I'm finished teasing 
you. I'll start by rolling you on your back so that I can kiss and 
lick every inch of your body, starting with your face and neck 
where I suck your tongue down my throat as we grope each 
other's naked body. Then I'll work down to your shoulders, 
your chest, your nipples, your arms and hands, before I 
seductively suck your fingers as if they are multiple small 
cocks, before moving to your toes, then up the legs until I find 
your balls. Do you trust me to let me suck your balls?"

I groaned "Yesss." as she eased me back onto the bed.

She lightly licked her lip, exposing just a little tongue as she 
continued "When your balls are sufficiently moist from my 
sucking, I'll tease your shaft with my hot, wet tongue, playing 
with your bulging purple head until I'm ready to take the whole 
length of your dick into my mouth. Does that sound like 
something you want me to do?"

"Yessssss" I hissed, forgetting everything in the world except 
her.

"Good. My wet warm mouth will caress your cock as I help you 
to get the biggest erection of your life. When you're ready, I'll let 
you suck on my boobs before I put your big cock between my 
boobs and give you a titty fuck that you'll never forget. You'll 
get very close to a climax and want me to continue, but I'll 
frequently stop, watching you tremble with pleasure. When I 
know that you are about to cum, I'll aim you so that you fill my 
mouth full of your cum. As the last ejaculation hits my mouth, 
I'll pull your cock into my mouth, using my tongue to keep you 
hard, while I rotate above you, until my wet pussy is over your 
mouth. My tongue will keep you hard, while you recover. That's 
the right way to keep you hard, isn't it?"

"Yesss."

"Say it. Say you want me to do it, the right way." she 
commanded.

"The right way. Please do me the right way." I groaned.

She smiled at something in the room. I don't know or who, 
because I knew there were only the two of us in this room. 
Then she whispered "You like to feel my soft pussy hairs rub 
against your face. You can smell me and you want me, but I'm 
still teasing you, still helping you keep erect. I'll let you touch 
me with your tongue, let your tongue part my pussy hair so 
that you can find my nether lips. I'll let you wet your lips with 
my juices, the juices that you are causing to flow so copious. If 
you are hard, I'll let you fuck me until you fill me full of your 
cum. But we have to do it my way. I like to start very, very slow 
at first, then faster, then faster and faster and harder and 
harder. Does that sound like the right way?"

"Yessss, the right way", I parroted. At that moment, I would 
have agreed to a castration, because I was so aroused.

"Good. I'll have several orgasms while we make love. But I 
promise that when you are ready to cum, I'll pump every drop 
of cum from your body with my tight pussy muscles. Then I'll 
give you another treat. As you relax and I feel your cock slide 
out of my swollen cunt, I'm going to sit on your face. It'll be 
your cum mixed with my juices that are dripping down on your 
face, into your mouth. I'll let you lick and clean my cunt, 
sucking on my engorged clit until I experience another orgasm 
again. Then we'll collapse together and sleep, that wonderful 
sleep of lovers. Do you want to become my lover, my man?"

"Yes" I proclaimed.

"We'll fuck the right way. You like to do things the right way, 
don't you?"

"Yes, right....gotta do it the right way." I purred as her warm 
mouth wrapped around my cock.

******

She lived up to her promise of fantastic sex. It was the most 
wonderful fuck of my life. As I lay next to her naked body, 
feeling the passion still flowing through our bodies, I sensed for 
the first time that we weren't alone. But I didn't care. I didn't 
want to spoil my mood. Not even when I felt a needle penetrate 
my rump and felt a slow burn as the unknown substance 
roared through my body.

As I curled around Lynn, I could hear voices as if I was 
dreaming but I couldn't wake up. One male voice quizzed "How 
long will you need?"

The other male voice replied "He's reacting the way I trained 
him. As for Lynn, she was ready weeks ago for this mission. 
She'll also do exactly what we trained her to do. The man 
should be completely ready in less than a week so that we can 
send him back home. Then we'll rely upon Lynn finishing his 
individual training and personality modification."

"Good. When he's ready to do the right thing, call me at my 
office."

Chapter 11 - Lynn and Tamaria

Our honeymoon was in Hawaii. I know that you normally don't 
marry people that you have only known for a week, but Lynn 
and I've got a relationship that can't be described. 

From the moment that we met for the first time in that 
nightclub bar, we were in love with each other. I clearly 
remembered that I had gone over to Bert's house, examined 
Tamaria and went to a nearby nightclub after finishing my 
examination. Bert and Tamaria were going to play one of their 
little games and I wanted to get out of there, after seeing the 
size of the ben-wa balls. When I walked into the bar, Lynn was 
sitting on a barstool and I knew that I had to meet that 
beautiful woman. 

That wonderful night, she went home with me and we made 
love for the first time. When I woke up the next morning in bed 
with her, I couldn't believe how lucky I was to meet such a 
fantastic woman. And she felt the same way about me. I didn't 
want her to leave and she stayed with me as I called in sick to 
work, spending the whole day with her in bed. A week later, we 
were off to Hawaii to get married.

The night before we got married, we slept curled up all night on 
fresh smooth silk sheets with her warm, lush, black laced body 
curled against mine. We talked about how each of us fit the 
other person's ideal of the perfect mate. She asked me if I still 
had a crush on Tamaria and I told her the truth - it was only 
business between us and she meant nothing to me. I had only 
fucked her because it was part of my contract and I was glad 
that there hadn't been any romantic attachment between us as 
I prepared her for Bert. She tenderly held my head and closely 
stared into my eyes as she asked me if I loved her, claiming 
that she knew that she could never compete with the beautiful 
Tamaria. And I did love her with all my heart, so I told her the 
truth. I knew at that early point in our relationship that Lynn 
was the woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with 
and I told her. 

I apparently said the right words because Lynn curled up next 
to me and we talked about how much we loved each other and 
would never leave each other. That night, we said our oaths to 
each other in the privacy of our bed, binding ourselves together 
forever. In the morning we showered, dressed and legally 
married. We were now Mr. and Mrs. Bob Jones.

My wife is the perfect woman. I used to think that Tamaria was 
perfection, but I didn't know Lynn then. Now that I've met 
Lynn, there can be no other woman for me. As we walked 
through the airport, I could sense other men and some women, 
looking at her, wanting her; feeling jealous of me being beside 
her. She radiates pure sexual energy and I'm the luckiest man 
in the whole world because she saves all of it for me.

I've never fucked a woman as much as I've fucked her. When 
I'm near her, I've got a constant erection and can't wait to 
touch her naked body, to bury my hard cock up in her warm 
pussy, to suck on her big nipples and to lick her pussy clean. 
I'm pussy whipped by her and know it. I have to be with her, to 
do what she wants, and to make her happy.

The first night in Hawaii, I remembered the cool, refreshing 
breeze blowing through the open balcony windows. I knelt 
between her legs, rubbing my cock against the hairy entrance 
to her pussy. I pressed the soft head of my prick up and down 
her slit, gathering her lubrication until I pushed myself into 
her hungry cunt. When I entered her, we paused as we both 
enjoyed the heat from each other's body; knowing that we are 
so much in love with each other. Knowing that we are so happy 
with each other and there can never be anyone else for either 
of us.

She bought a small vibrator dildo with us that she inserted 
into her anus. I could feel the vibrations reverberating 
throughout her body, and especially through the thin wall 
separating her vagina and anal canals. It was a tremendous 
feeling to lie there with my cock in her warm, wet pussy, as her 
vagina muscles tightened and squeezed me along with the feel 
of the vibrator roaring through my engorged shaft.

We know each other so intimately that we can gauge each 
other's little signs; so we are able to bring each other to the 
highest peak of pleasure, only to cease before we can have an 
orgasm, making the next sensation even better because of our 
frustration.

When our two week honeymoon was over, we returned home. I 
moved into her place because my apartment was too small and 
she had a very nice condo. I picked up on my contract work, 
feeling relieved that I had such a good boss that would allow 
me to take off and get married so quickly. Things were going 
great for me. I was happily married, had a lucrative business 
and my wife was able to travel with me. I had never really 
enjoyed business travel sessions before, but now knowing that 
Lynn was waiting in my hotel room, made travel so much 
easier.

Before I knew it, another month had passed and it was time to 
inspect Tamaria again. I called to schedule an appointment 
and Bert suggested that Lynn and I join him and Tamaria for 
dinner.

Bert greeted us at the door and I introduced Lynn to Bert. 
Tamaria was upstairs getting dressed, so Bert escorted us to 
the library. While we were sipping our drinks, Tamaria made 
her appearance. She was wearing a cheerleader skirt and 
sweater. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she 
was wearing white socks and tennis shoes, looking just like a 
fresh-faced exuberant teenager.

Bert and I stood as Tamaria entered the room. She said "Hello 
Bob. This must be Lynn. I've been looking so forward to 
meeting the woman that tamed you. I know that she and I are 
going to be good friends."

The two women shook hands and I had the opportunity to 
compare them. Lynn was dressed in a sexy, form-fitting black 
evening dress and her makeup was perfect. While Tamaria 
looked like a snot-faced little kid that hadn't grown up yet. 
Looking at the two of them together, it was easy to see why I 
had fell in love with Lynn and didn't feel any romantic 
attachments for Tamaria.

We had a dinner of steaks, wine and small talk. We settled into 
the library where I was going to examine Tamaria. I came very 
close to canceling the examination because I could tell that 
every thing was ok. But I like to do the right thing and knew 
that I had a contractual agreement to abide by.

It took me less than five minutes to put her under, another five 
minutes to question her, and then a gentle awaking. When she 
opened her eyes, she seemed so bright-eyed and alert.

Lynn and Bert had watched and listened as I performed my 
contract responsibilities. When I was finished, Bert announced 
"As you can see, things are under control. What are your plans 
for the rest of the night?"

I looked at Lynn, smiled at her, and replied "We are still 
celebrating our honeymoon. I was looking forward to going 
home early."

Bert looked at Lynn and responded "Yes. And I don't blame 
you. Seeing as how we are all adults, may I offer a moment of 
light entertainment that may amuse you?"

I looked at Lynn and she nodded yes.

Bert saw her approval and commanded "Tamaria. We have 
guests. I want you to entertain them."

She smiled at him, as I immediately noticed a mood change 
took place suggesting that things were about to get started. 
She took a sip of her wine, then a big smile spread across her 
face as she stood in the middle of the floor and began to dance 
erotically. She rubbed her hands across her breasts as she 
crouched and spread her legs wide, showing that she wasn't 
wearing any panties.

I looked away from Tamaria's show at Lynn's face, being 
surprised when I saw a look which I recognized as arousal. 
Lynn was being turned on by this. I looked at Bert to see him 
looking back at me. I turned back to see that Tamaria's hand 
had moved down from her tits and was rubbing up and down 
between her crotch; pressing her skirt against her shaved 
pussy lips. 

She went into a twirl, spinning her skirt as she jerked her 
cheerleader letter sweater off, revealing her bra-less boobs. She 
did a kinda of Mexican hat dance around her sweater before 
dropping to her knees in front of Lynn's chair. As I watched, 
she played with her nipples as she displayed a look of total 
wantonness to Lynn.

I could see Lynn's mouth was slightly open and she was 
rubbing her tongue against her lips as she stared back into 
Tamaria's eyes. I watched as Tamara leaned forward, placed a 
bright-red fingernail into Lynn's wine glass, then she wet her 
fingers in Lynn's wine. She removed her dripping fingers and 
circled each nipple with her wet fingers, leaving traces of wine 
to flow down her chest. Her nipples were erect now, which 
made them look even bigger.

She rolled over and began humping the floor, her legs spread 
and she was scooting back toward Lynn's chair. When her legs 
started going around Lynn's chair, Lynn flipped Tamaria's skirt 
up with a flick of her shoe, revealing Tamaria's naked ass.

She wiggled her cheeks, then moved a hand between her legs 
and started massaging her clitoris with her legs still partially 
around Lynn's chair. She rolled over so that she could stare at 
Lynn's face as she began masturbating herself. Her breathing 
was raspy as her breasts rose and fell as she continued 
masturbating while staring at Lynn.

Then Bert said "Tamaria. That is enough. We don't want to 
embarrass our guests."

Lynn quickly responded "No, don't let her stop."

Lynn looked at me and her lips mouthed the word "Please".

I nodded my head, knowing what she wanted. I knew my wife 
as well as I knew myself.

Lynn looked at Bert and requested in a husky voice "I want to 
dance with your wife."

I took a sip of my wine, closed my eyes and took a deep breath; 
not sure of what was going to occur next. 

"Tamaria, dance with the woman."

"It'll be my pleasure. Should I undress?"

Lynn responded "Yes, because I want to dance naked with you. 
I love your nipples, they're so long, hard and pointed! I want 
you to turn me on, so that when I go home with my husband 
tonight, I can give him the best fucking of our short marriage."

Tamaria stood up and removed her wrap-around skirt so that 
she was standing naked, except for her shoes and socks and a 
blue band holding her ponytail. Lynn reached behind her, 
made an unzipping motion and let her dress fall to the ground, 
revealing that she was also naked except for her garter belt and 
hose. I watched as Lynn approached Tamaria. Lynn was 
aggressive and bent Tamaria head back as Lynn kissed her, 
while fondling Tamaria's breast. I could see Tamaria's golden 
blonde ponytail swing vivaciously as they groped each other.

I was astonished at what was occurring. Although I had made 
love to Tamaria before, it had been only part of the job. Seeing 
her like this, making love to my wife, was quite arousing.

Both women had fantastic bodies, but Lynn clearly had the 
larger set of tits. As they kissed, and Lynn fondled Tamaria's 
breasts, Tamara raised one finger to caress Lynn's cheek. 
Tamaria brought her hand up to cover Lynn's and hold it. She 
slowly turned her head and pressed her lips to Lynn's palm.

"I like to make love to women," Tamaria murmured in Lynn's 
ear, loud enough for me to hear.

Lynn pulled Tamaria's face closer and kissed her on the lips as 
they put their arms around each other's waist, dancing to 
music that only they could hear, rubbing their naked breasts 
together.

As they danced, they kissed passionately, as their hands 
floated up and down each other's body. Tamara's legs were 
spread and Lynn's thigh was between the opening. Tamaria 
broke the kiss and began licking Lynn's shoulders and the 
upper swells of her breasts.

Lynn moaned when Tamaria began flicking her tongue expertly 
back and forth over one nipple as Tamaria's eager tongue 
teased the captured nipple.

Tamaria was stroking and caressing the full, firm, ripe mounds 
of Lynn's heaving breasts. Tamaria locked her soft red lipstick 
coated lips on Lynn's breast. She squeezed Lynn's firm tit out 
of her mouth with her lips until only the turgid nipple 
remained, which she sucked.

Tamaria closed her teeth on Lynn's nipple and let her tongue 
rampage over the nubbly aureole. Then she began pulling the 
nipple until Lynn's breast was distended. From where I was 
sitting, I could clearly see Tamaria's white teeth holding onto 
my favorite nipple. Her nipples had swelled and became thick.

Lynn began rubbing her nipples aggressively against Tamaria's 
face as Tamaria groaned "Let me chew on them."

I watched as Lynn let Tamaria chew lightly on her nipples. All 
of a sudden, Lynn groaned and I recognized her tense muscles 
as an orgasm. Lynn pushed Tamaria slightly away, then 
gasped "I've got to go home. I want to fuck Bob so badly that I 
can't wait."

Bert responded "You can spend the night here. We have spare 
beds."

"No," she groaned as she grabbed her dress and slid it over her 
body. She grabbed my hand, pulling me up as she said "Take 
me home."

I looked at Tamaria and could see nothing but lust in her eyes. 
Bert had a silly smile on his face, which I didn't know what it 
meant.

I let Lynn guide me out of the house as I quickly said good 
night to our hosts. As soon as we were in the car and off the 
mansion grounds, she had me pull over and park the car. Then 
she tilted the car seat back and mounted me, fucking me as we 
parked in front of someone's house.

When she collapsed on top of me from an intense orgasm, she 
started crying. I held her as she apologized "I felt so confused 
all of a sudden. I knew what I wanted, but it was different from 
what I had to do. I had to get out of there because I was feeling 
trapped."

I held her tight as I realized that the same strange sensations 
had flown through me from the moment that Tamaria entered 
the room.

Chapter 12 - The next year

I went to work the next morning, leaving a slightly depressed 
Lynn at home. When I returned that evening, she was back to 
being her normal vibrant self. We made love and lay in each 
other's arms as we fell asleep. I barely remember rolling over 
during the night and feeling something stick me. But it had to 
be my imagination because I fell asleep so quickly.

The next morning, I felt much better. I was feeling so alive and 
happy with my life, with my wife and the way things were going 
for me. I almost forgot about the strange confusion from Lynn's 
and Tamaria erotic foreplay.

Over the next year, Lynn and I developed a monthly night of 
visiting the Weiser residence. I would inspect Tamaria and then 
we would have a nice leisurely dinner. After dinner, Tamaria 
would entertain us with her beautiful body and insatiable 
sexual appetite as she played whatever game Bert commanded 
for the night. The first two monthly inspection visits were very 
similar. Bert and I watched Tamaria and Lynn make love to 
each other on the rug. The next time, after they made love, 
Lynn made love to me on the floor while Tamaria made love to 
Bert who was also on the rug.

The next time, after our girls got warmed up and warmed us 
up, they surprised us by swapping husbands. I had made love 
to Tamaria before, so she was nothing new to me. While I 
enjoyed fucking Tamaria, I greatly preferred my wife and 
secretly wished it was Lynn who was bouncing up and down on 
my cock. I was flat on my back, Tamaria was impaled on my 
cock and I looked over to see Lynn and Bert doing a sixty-nine 
on each other. I remember lying there exhausted on the floor, 
almost asleep from our frantic fucking and feeling that slight 
pain as something sharp jabbed me.

It's funny how many times I've had that weird feeling. Lynn and 
I will be lying in bed and I feel a sharp prick as she gives me a 
massage. But it never happens. I know it doesn't sound right, 
but I'll feel a sharp prick, then fall asleep. When I wake up the 
next morning, I don't remember it. It's only later that I vaguely 
remember that prick feeling but can't remember why I thought 
that something stuck me. 

The next inspection visit, we started with Lynn making love to 
Bert and me. Lynn sucked me while Bert fucked her as 
Tamaria amused herself with a dildo. Then Bert and I took on 
Tamaria, reversing our positions.

The next inspection visit, while the girls made love, Bert fucked 
me. Yeah, it was kinda weird and definitely unexpected. 

We had started out playing with sex toys and Lynn was 
wearing a double-headed dildo which she used to warm up 
Tamaria, before attacking me with it. I was eating Tamaria 
while Lynn fucked my lubricated ass and didn't recognize that 
one of the pull-outs resulted in a partner switch so that Bert 
was fucking me. I hate to admit it, but I enjoyed it so much 
that I let him do it again, while Lynn and Tamaria fucked each 
other with that double-headed dildo.

Business was going great. I was making my monthly reports to 
Tamaria's lawyers via mail that everything was ok and that 
everyone was living up to the contract agreements.

The next visit was a real surprise. Tamaria had some minor 
surgery immediately after our last inspection, to increase her 
bust size by one cup size to a D cup; and to change her nose. 
She was completely healed and proud to show off her new 
larger tits and her new face.

I was surprised because I through that surgical augmentation 
or modification was prohibited but when I examined my copy of 
the list of forty-six items that I carried in my briefcase, I 
discovered it wasn't excluded. I read all forty-six items and saw 
nothing that prohibited implants. I questioned her about it 
during my monthly hypnotic trance, discovering that the 
implants were something that she readily agreed to. She 
remembered thinking about the potential of having breast 
surgery someday and had left it off the list on purpose. I don't 
know why I thought it was a no-no, but if she hadn't excluded 
it, then it was something that she was willing to accept. I could 
tell that she liked her larger size, so I was happy that 
everything was in agreement with the contract. After all, my job 
is to make sure that things are done the right way.

If I hadn't been so intimately familiar with her face, I would've 
never noticed the nose job. Her new most delicately sculpted 
nose added to her facial beauty. While her face was smooth 
and perfect, the new nose added to the beauty of the graceful 
symmetry of high, softly angled cheek-bones, voluptuous, 
pouting lips and classic facial perfection. But the largest 
impact was in the way her nose helped direct attention to her 
eyes. Her real seductive magic was in her eyes. Rich with 
mysterious power, they were the weapons by which she teased, 
haunted and captivated.

Looking at her new appearance, reminded me of the old 
Gilligan's Island television show. Mary Ann was a young, 
extremely beautiful farm girl, but when the sultry, movie star 
Ginger was around, Mary Ann's beauty paled in comparison. 
Similarly, the new sultry, curvy, blonde sexpot Tamaria made 
the old auburn, girl-next-door Tamaria pale in comparison. I 
was glad the way that she dressed to please Bert.

With her larger, firmer breasts and her new blonde Marilyn 
sexy look, she was the sex goddess incarnate; with a more 
seductive improvement over the original film star. Her already 
exquisite featured face was enhanced by her golden tresses. 
The larger breasts, only made her appear as perfect in shape as 
heaven can make a woman. Her flawless, young, large, softly 
firm breasts, topped with nipples that invited my lips to pucker 
and my cock to ache. Her long, sensual torso was a vision that 
was ideally proportioned for maximum appeal. 

I liked her new look. I liked her new personality. I liked her 
sexy, seductive, new look. Bert was right in asking her to 
change from the old Tamaria to this new Tamaria. Her Marilyn 
look and personality was her overall appearance most of the 
time except when she was dressed to play one of Bert's games.

When I told Lynn that Tamaria was the most beautiful woman 
that I'd ever seen, she looked at me as if I was crazy. The next 
morning, I had the flu. I felt sick and laid in bed all day, 
dreaming all sorts of weird dreams after the doctor came and 
gave me a shot. When I finally shook the bug the next day, 
Lynn asked me who was the most beautiful woman in the 
world. I told her the truth - it was Lynn, my wife.

******

Then came the night that changed my life forever.

It was another monthly inspection night and we were playing 
with some of Bert's toys. For over a year, we had been spending 
one night a month in his mansion, playing games and enjoying 
the sex orgies. Tonight Lynn had been a school teacher and 
punished Bert and me by making us suck each other's cocks 
while she played with buttons attached to various toys 
connected to us. I had some sort of vibrating dildo rammed 
deep in my ass and she was giving me gentle electrical shocks 
as she `punished' me for some minor error. The electrical shock 
caused me to jerk and hit my head hard on a nearby wooden 
table.

I was all right, but had this throbbing pain that didn't want to 
go away. Lynn wanted to take me to the doctor, but Bert and I 
convinced her that I was all right. After our evening of sexually 
entertaining each other, Lynn and I went to our usual guest 
bedroom, where we fell into our typical exhausted sleep.

Except I woke up three hours later with a splitting headache. I 
slipped on a robe and eased out into the hallway. Although our 
guest bedroom had a bathroom, I already knew that there were 
no aspirins in the medicine cabinet; so I went roaming through 
the house looking for either the butler or a medicine cabinet.

I found some aspirin and fixed myself a sandwich in the 
kitchen. I finished eating, cleaned up my mess and opened the 
kitchen door to go back down the hallway. Except I wasn't 
familiar with the kitchen and opened a door that exposed a 
passageway leading downstairs. Instead of turning back, I felt 
drawn for some unknown reason to go downstairs.

I had never been down there before but it was so familiar for 
some damn reason. I saw a table in the middle of the floor and 
knew that I had eaten at the table before, which was 
impossible because I had never been in the basement. 
Everything in the room was familiar and this weird sense of 
d‚j... vu washed over me as I stared around at the unfinished 
basement walls and ceiling. Almost in a trance, I walked down 
the hall, knowing which room I had to examine. I opened the 
door and saw the bed, with the leg cuffs and handcuffs still 
attached to the bedframe.

I shuddered as I remembered why this room was so familiar to 
me. I was brought here and hypnotized to become another one 
of Bert's pawns. I remembered that I had tried to hypnotize 
Tamaria and discovered that she had been modified so that I 
could no longer control her. I remembered being brought here, 
and given drugs to help them hypnotize me. I spend days down 
here in a drugged hypnotic state as they convinced me to forget 
certain facts and to overlook other facts as they told me what I 
should remember and how I should feel. I remembered that 
they kept telling me that I had to do what was right for 
Tamaria. And they told me what they considered to be right for 
her. And I believed them. I forgot what they told me to forget. I 
remembered what they told me to remember. I acted the way 
they told me to act. I felt the way they told me to feel. In a short 
week's time, they put me through the same intensive 
brainwashing that I did to Tamaria. 

Now I knew why I fell in love with Lynn so quickly. And why I 
was so happy being with her. A lot of things fell into place. Just 
as they had trained me to be their little playtoy, I realized that 
they had trained her to be my always nearby watchdog and my 
trainer. I remembered those nights when I would feel a slight 
prick and then doze off to sleep, waking up in the morning with 
all of my problems resolved. She had injected the drugs into 
me and quizzed me, always keeping me focused upon what 
they wanted me to think and do.

I was shaking so badly that I couldn't tell if I was shaking from 
anger or confusion as I tried to sort fact from fiction - as I tried 
to remember the truth and ignore the lies that I had been 
trained to believe. I sat there on the bed, fighting the desire to 
go back upstairs and "go to sleep because everything will be all 
right in the morning" which was one of my commands. I fought 
to regain control of myself, knowing that if I gave in, all was 
lost for me and for Tamaria.

Thinking about what they had done to her was enough to pull 
an unknown deep strength from somewhere inside me. They 
had completely broken the rules and I had helped them. I 
didn't know what I was doing but I certainly helped them.

When they modified her body, I was supposed to have caught it 
but I didn't. Because they switched papers with the forty-seven 
excluded items on it, and lulled me with their sex games. I 
could feel the blood pounding with anger in my temple as I 
thought about the way that each game led to another game, 
until I became one of Bert's whores. I let him fuck me and I 
willingly sucked his dick. And they made me think that I 
enjoyed it.

Stumbling to my feet, I ran out into the basement looking for a 
weapon - an ax, a shovel or anything that I could use to kill 
that bastard upstairs. Then it dawned upon me that anyone 
that could take control of my mind the way they did, probably 
hid some absolute stoppers deep within my memory. 
Something that I would react to when I heard the magic words. 
Something that could stop me if I came after him with a 
weapon.

I realized that I had to get away and get some help. I had to get 
someone to look into my mind and find those hidden stop 
words and disable them the way that they had disabled my 
control over Tamaria. But who could I go to, who would have 
enough skill to search within my subconscious mind?

Suddenly the image of Lynn sleeping upstairs and I knew that 
she would be perfect - once I had reprogrammed her 
instructions so that I could trust her. I would take her away 
from here and recondition her, turning her against her 
masters, turning her into my ally.

Thinking about what I would do to her, I realized that I was 
standing and had a big erection between my legs. Thinking 
about my wife that way had caused me to become aroused just 
as they had conditioned me to think about her. Looking at the 
obvious reaction to their mental training, I knew that it was 
going to be rough to take control of my life again. 

Now that I had a plan, I pulled the door closed and opened 
some of the other doors until I found what I was looking for. 
Their medicine cache. I looked through the medicines, selecting 
some very strong hypnotic drugs, which I put into my robe's 
pocket.

Then I went back upstairs, making sure that there were no 
signs of my prowling. Lynn was sound asleep, exhausted from 
her night of making love to all three of us.

I lay in bed beside her, wondering what she really felt and 
thought. Now that I was aware of what had been done to me, 
how did I correct everything without falling into a deeper hole. 

Chapter 13 - Taking control

I did nothing for the next three days, making sure that I acted 
as normal as possible. Which was difficult with Lynn being so 
amorous as soon as I got home. I realized that I had to act fast 
before I felt the needle during the middle of the night and lost 
my memory again.

I was playing a standard bondage game with Lynn and had her 
tied up in her scarves when I injected her with the hypnotic 
drugs. She jerked and cussed me for about ten seconds until 
the drug took effect.

I spent the next six hours probing her mind and finding out the 
truth. She had been a model who had been hired by Bert. She 
thought that she was going away for a couple of weeks 
photographic assignment. Before she knew what was 
happening, she became a prisoner in his basement, undergoing 
a psychological adjustment as they hypnotized her into 
believing that what she was doing was right. They took away 
her life, as she fell completely under their control. She got rid 
of her boyfriend per their explicit directions, and moved into 
the condo that Bert rented for her. Then she accepted some 
minor surgical improvements to her body as they continued to 
modify not only what she thought, but also what she 
remembered. Gone was the shy little girl that only wanted to be 
a model. In her place was a sexy seductive siren that would do 
whatever her masters commanded.

Her concept of the plan was that she would remain my wife 
until after I had informed Tamaria's secret lawyers that I had 
restored Tamaria to be the woman that she was prior to the 
hypnotism. Once Tamaria's secret lawyers were out of the 
picture and Tamaria returned to Bert's mansion, Lynn would 
obtain a quickie divorce from me and move into Bert's 
mansion. Then Tamaria and Lynn would head the harem that 
Bert was going to build for himself. They would hypnotize, 
condition, and train the women that Bert would add to his 
slave harem. The women would never want to leave and would 
follow his explicit commands willingly.

From Lynn, I learned that Tamaria had also been conditioned 
to be a hypnotic trainer also and she had frequently 
administered the hypnotic drugs to me as she conditioned me 
to follow Bert's plan. Her memory had been modified so that 
she was more than just a willing pawn to Bert - she was his 
major accomplice and the only person that Bert fully trusted. I 
discovered that Tamaria and Lynn routinely injected me twice a 
month to test me, to give me minor suggestions to improve my 
attitude and to make sure that I didn't upset their plans. I was 
key to the success of their plan and I would be discarded after 
making my final report.

I left Lynn in a modified state where she acted and behaved the 
way that Bert expected her to act. Anyone examining her would 
think that everything was normal, but she was now under my 
control. Over the next three days of very intensive training, I 
completely put her under my direct control.

Then I took the biggest risk of my life. After a very intense 
hypnotic session, I kept her in a deep trance and had her 
hypnotize me, then play a tape to me. It was a tape that I made 
where I gave myself suggestions to rid myself of whatever Bert 
did to me.

I woke up, knowing the hidden commands that they had given 
me and feeling in control of myself for the first time in a long 
time. I wasn't Bert's pussy-boy any more. 

Working in Bert's headquarters, I was able to peek at his 
schedule and noticed that he was flying to New York for an 
overnight business trip on Thursday. Which would give me 
almost two days.

******

I hid in the car's trunk. Lynn pulled up to the guard and told 
him that she wanted to see if Tamaria wanted to go shopping. 
The guard glanced in the car, recognized Lynn and let her enter 
the grounds. When she went in the house, I pushed down the 
back seat and slipped out of the car, hiding in the bushes.

Lynn and Tamaria came out, talking a mile a minute about 
where they wanted to go shopping. I knew that Lynn would 
keep Tamaria out for one hour and then bring her back home. I 
had one hour to get in the house and to get upstairs without 
the butler or gate guard seeing me.

I slipped into the house and made it upstairs, almost getting 
caught by the maid as she cleaned the upstairs bedrooms. I 
slipped into Bert's master bedroom and found the entrance to a 
hidden room in the clothes closet where Lynn confirmed it 
would be hidden. The room contained a series of monitors and 
video recorders capable of monitoring several rooms at once. I 
found several tapes with my name scribbled on the label. 
Looking at them, I saw that he recorded me every time I was in 
his house. There were six tapes where they hypnotized me. 
There were also about ninety tapes of Bert having sex or 
participating in sexual orgies, with movie stars, politicians and 
corporate heads. These tapes could be quite a blackmail 
bonanza.

I was still selecting tapes from his library when I saw Lynn and 
Tamaria come back in. They came upstairs and I listened to 
them undress each other. Lynn had suggested that Tamaria 
was very receptive to lesbian sex between them. I listened as I 
heard Tamaria instruct the butler to hold all calls.

Through a crack in the door, I watched them undress each 
other. Then Lynn led Tamaria into the bathroom, which had 
thicker walls and would muffle any scream for help, if I 
screwed up. I undressed because I would need to enter the 
shower with them. I had my needle ready in a small washcloth.

As I stepped into the shower stall, they were soaping each 
other. Tamaria was surprised and said "Bob, what are you 
doing here?"

"I got off early and found a message on my answering machine 
that Lynn was over here. When the butler told me that you 
were up here, I decided to join you." I declared handing Lynn 
my washcloth with the hidden needle.

Tamaria started rubbing her soapy breasts against my chest, 
anticipating a m‚nage ... trois shower. As she wrapped her legs 
around me, I saw Lynn jab her with the needle. Tamaria jerked 
but I held her. As she started to scream, I muffled her scream 
with my hand, holding her as she struggled before she 
collapsed.

Lynn helped me carry her out and put her on the bed. For the 
next half an hour, I tried to hypnotize her, but she was fighting 
me until I realized that she had been trained to resist me. Then 
I stepped back and told Lynn to hypnotize her. Tamaria 
instantly went into a deep trance. She didn't resist Lynn 
because they had been trained to hypnotize each other. When 
Tamaria was hypnotized, Lynn transferred control to me.

For the next four hours, I probed Tamaria's mind, finding the 
hidden facts, finding the mandatory commands that she had to 
obey. The person that had modified her, clearly knew his 
psychological tricks.

At the end of four hours, I had made a little progress but not as 
much as I desired. She would allow me to hypnotize her and 
would follow my commands now. I tested her by sending her 
and Lynn down to eat dinner as if they were two girlfriends 
killing an afternoon, before Lynn went back home. When she 
came back upstairs, I gave Tamaria another injection because I 
wanted to speed up my probing of her memory and wanted to 
get the hurdles out of the way.

By morning, I was exhausted, but satisfied with the beautiful 
woman that was sleeping so peacefully in Bert's big bed. I had 
reclaimed her and her malleable mind was under my control 
again.

As she slept, I found some tears dripping down my cheek. I had 
failed her. I was supposed to be her protector and to make sure 
that Bert lived up to the contract - to include those items that 
she didn't want. Such as the larger tits on her chest. She liked 
her real breasts and didn't want them to be any bigger. But 
Bert had told her to forget about that item on the list and to 
think that she wanted them. So she willingly consented to the 
surgery - or so the surgeon thought. 

And then Bert paraded her in front of me after having Lynn 
switch papers in my briefcase and making sure that my 
memory was just as confused as her memory. I can see Bert 
sitting there in his chair, laughing at me as I stared at her 
large tits and accepted them as being within the limits of the 
contract. In retrospect, I can see that he kept giving me 
different tests to see how far he could push me. During the 
inspection prior to her new look, he accidentally fucked me for 
the first time. And thanks to my unknown mental conditioning 
by Lynn, I enjoyed it so much I let him do it again. And the 
next day when I marched out of his house with my head held 
high and my ass sore, he took Tamaria to the doctor knowing 
that I wouldn't offer any further resistance.

I found myself standing by the bed, looking down at her 
sleeping face, knowing that she wasn't sleeping but was just 
resting in a deep trance. It was a face that I knew so well but 
now which seemed so unreal. It was her face but it wasn't her 
face anymore. It was the face that he made for her, with her 
different nose. For the first time, I noticed that her cheekbones 
were a little fuller, realizing that he sneaked that minor 
modification past me.

I stared at her and heard my voice command her to sit up. Like 
a robot, she sat up but kept her eyes closed and continued her 
deep breathing. I whispered to her "Remove your nightgown."

She tucked her arm into her sleeve and in some mystical 
maneuver that only women know, she slipped the nightgown 
over her head in one smooth move. I stared at her naked body 
and heard my hoarse voice command "Lie back down, open 
your eyes and look at me."

Although she was staring at me, there wasn't any life in her 
glazed-over eyes. Her perfect face and wondrous body looked 
phony when I looked into her unresponsive eyes - no twinkle, 
no gleam, no desire, nothing.

I stared at her body, looking at how perfect it looked. There was 
no sign of any surgery and the very large breasts looked as 
normal as they did before. Then I did something really strange.

I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. It was so limp 
that it looked dead. I stared at her as I held my limp manhood, 
knowing that it only took a few words from me and she would 
become my willing fucktoy. That she would try to find someway 
to restore the desire that Bert's conditioning had taken away 
from me. I knew that I had been ordered to never feel any 
desire for Tamaria unless Bert was in the room. 

Again I felt the anger boil up in me. No one could do this to me 
or to her - the woman who I used to love. I zipped my pants up 
and ordered her to cover herself with the sheet as I paced the 
floor like a mad man.

I had two options. I could wait for Bert and try to convert him 
as he had converted me, using the same combination of drugs 
and hypnotic suggestions that he had permitted to be used on 
me. Or I could get out, taking Tamaria, Lynn, and the videos 
with me.

Chapter 14 - The game's over

Then came the telephone call that changed my plans. Bert had 
died from a heart attack while waiting in the airport lounge.

Just as quickly as he had come into my life, he went out.  
However, I now was in control of two of the most beautiful 
women in the world.  Women who needed me to help them put 
back together their lives and to forget the things that Bert did 
to them.

The next three days were a blur as the mob of lawyers moved 
in, as the money-hungry local bastards tried to jockey for 
position within the now leaderless company. I moved Tamara 
out to the beach house, taking Lynn with us. By the time of the 
funeral, we had worked out an amicable settlement with the 
new company president, who came in from New York; firing all 
of Bert's old staff. The new management team wanted to make 
sure that Bert's potential legal problems because of his sexual 
problems with us, was under control.

Per our original agreement, the beach house belonged to 
Tamaria and she was paid the full sum owed her, plus a nice 
bonus. Counting the value of the beach house, her agreement 
worked out to roughly around ten million dollars.

Because I used Bert's videos to show the new management how 
their company resources had been used to "kidnap" Lynn and 
to use her for illegal practices, the new management team 
worked out a very acceptable long term financial settlement 
with her. They gave her two million in cash and a stock deal 
that would pay her about two hundred thousand a year for the 
rest of her life.

As for myself, not only did I get quadruple my contract 
agreement, but I was awarded a lucrative lifetime contract. Not 
that I needed it because the two women and I have all of the 
money that we need for the rest of our lives.

I restored Tamaria's memory and personality over the next 
month, keeping her Marilyn look and sensuality, as well as the 
desire to enjoy her much larger breasts; but giving her back as 
much of her old personality as possible. Except that this 
person doesn't want to smoke. I knew that the old Tammy 
didn't want larger breasts, but any re-constructive surgery 
would be more damaging at this time. So I made sure that 
she's very pleased with her top-heavy look and thinks that it's 
something that she wanted all along.

To help her forget her old life with Bert, we started calling her 
Tammy again. Her physical attractiveness and merged sexy 
personality enhanced her natural charisma. Not only is her 
beauty starling, but she has a very arresting personality. The 
new Tammy is the best of Tamaria and the old Tammy. 

While I have dwelled on Tammy's beauty, it doesn't mean that 
Lynn wasn't attractive once I was free from my hypnotic 
conditioning where I thought that she was the most beautiful 
woman in the world. Lynn can hold her own in any beauty 
contest or wet T-shirt contest. While Tamaria's body was 
perfection, Lynn's breasts, were unusually large for her body 
frame, making her waist appear even tinier than it was. 

I tried to restore Lynn's original personality, but couldn't. So 
much of her old personality had been butchered to build her 
slave personality, that there wasn't much left to reclaim. After 
looking at the original personality, I wasn't too pleased with 
that version of Lynn so I left her with her modified personality; 
making sure that she was happy with that arrangement. She 
recognizes me not only as her master, but also as her 
husband.

Officially, Lynn was my wife and we were both happy with that 
legal arrangement, meaning that we didn't intend to obtain a 
divorce. Realistically, Tammy was also my wife. All three of us 
moved into the beach house's master bedroom, after we got a 
slightly larger bed, capable of sleeping three comfortably. Every 
night, we have a m‚nage ... trois that we enjoy. During the day, 
Lynn and I will find some time to enjoy a private love making 
session; just as Tammy and I also find time. And some nights I 
fix supper while they are enjoying each other.

It's something to see as my two naked women make love to 
each other. I've given up hypnotizing them because they're 
perfect as far as I'm concerned.

As for myself, well it took some time but I think that I'm back 
to my old self also. I allowed my women to look into my 
memories and to slightly re-arrange me, turning me into the 
perfect husband for them. I now have unbelieable staying 
power and can fuck all night. I gave Tammy the right to remove 
that devilish command that Bert enforced on me concerning 
my sex drive with her and immediately upon waking up, 
Tammy tested me. Oh god, did she ever test me!

Living by the ocean, having a beautiful beach house, more 
money than we know how to spend, and two of the most 
beautiful women in the world as my lovers; is something that 
cannot be described.

Next time that you are out by our beach house, stop by for the 
night. My wives and I enjoy having guests and finding sensual 
ways to entertain them as we entertain ourselves.
 
And who knows - If we get along, I might whisper something in 
Tammy or Lynn's ear and let you see why I'm the luckiest man 
in the world.  They're almost too much for one man and I don't 
mind sharing.

The End