She called me on Friday. Her results were all she
expected. I told her to arrive at 7.00 on Monday, and to expect to
be working with me for the first week, on 'induction'
She was late, again.
I was pissed off. She had to learn to stop that,
right now. "Lucy, company policy dictates that when I give you
a time to be somewhere, you should be there early, waiting for me.
If I say you are late you must get down on your knees, kiss my hand
and beg me to forgive you, until I do."
"Yes Master."
"You are late Lucy."
She literally threw herself to her knees, took my
hand and kissed it, holding it as she said, "Forgive me master,
please. I'm so sorry, please, please forgive me."
"Okay, forgiven. Get up."
"Yes Master."
Over the previous week, I'd gathered together the
kind of thing I'd like to see her wearing in various sizes and made
up a list headed
"Uniform: Female" which read:
-
2 pairs regulation shoes, black
-
2 regulation skirts, black
-
1 regulation jacket, black, to be worn to and
from work, but removed inside.
-
3 regulation shirts, white
-
1 regulation garter belt
-
5 pairs regulation stockings, black, seamed
I gestured at the piles of clothes on my desk.
"These are the regulation items. Remember
company policy dictates that you always wear them for work. Go to
the toilet marked Ladies and try them on."
"Yes Master."
"Oh, and Lucy, company policy dictates you
wear make up at all times. There's a selection in the ladies. Use
it."
A vision of perfection returned just a few minutes
later. The green eyes were accentuated by a dark line around them
and shadow on the lids, and the full lips were painted a luscious
dark red. As I looked at them, I could quite clearly picture them
sliding along my cock. The shoes I'd chosen had 4 inch heels and an
ankle strap, the skirt was very snug, and reached to 2 inches above
the knee - calculated to ride up and show just a tantalising glimpse
of stocking top when she sat - the jacket was tailored with a single
button. The look was very chic, and very, very sexy.
"Take the jacket off, Lucy, we're
inside."
She did, and I could almost have gasped. The shirt
was all I'd hoped when I saw it in the shop, white, and so sheer
that I could clearly see every feature of the lace in her bra, and
the lovely nipples showed as a distinct pink shadow through the
fabric. I was going to love looking at her, and so would the staff.
I could just hear the comments they'd make.
That prompted a thought. "Lucy, company
policy dictates that our staff should be polite and obliging, so,
when a man pays you any kind of compliment you must follow the
protocol, look him straight in the eye and thank him in a way that
leaves no doubt that you are sincere and that the compliment has
made you very happy. All men, other than me are to be addressed as
sir. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master."
I smiled at her. "Good girl. Now, the rest of
the staff are arriving. Let's go meet them."
"Yes, Master, That would be good."
I took her through into the main office and called
the men together.
"Gentlemen," I said, "this is Lucy
Fulton. She's going to be working with us."
One whistled, and Jeff Roberts, our senior design
engineer, who's skinny, bald, crude and nearly sixty, murmured
"God, look at those tits, they're beautiful! I'd just love to
get one of them in my mouth!" There was a ripple of laughter,
which quieted to a collective gasp when the vision turned her clear
green gaze on him and breathed
"Thank you for the compliment, sir" as
if the idea sounded wonderful, rather than snapping his head off.
"Lucy will be serving as our organisational
psychologist. I'll explain to you what that involves later, in our
operations meeting, okay? But for now, this is her first job, and
I'd like you to make her feel welcome here. Right, get on with your
work."
They left, buzzing with chatter.
"What time is the Operations Meeting,
Master?" she asked.
"Nine," I replied, "but you won't
be needed for it, usually, unless I tell you to come. While we're
meeting, I'd like you to set up your desk." I gestured to a
desk with a computer on it, immediately outside my office door,
right up against the water cooler. "Arrange it so that it's
facing into the main office, and so the guys in the factory can see
you through there," I gestured to the open door into the
factory. "You'll be an integral part of the staff, and I want
the men to be able to see that you're around when they want you - to
talk to you, I mean" Of course, what I wanted was to have her
where everyone could feast their eyes on her, and get a closer look
with the excuse of needing water. It would do wonders for company
morale.
"When the desk is organised, check through
your job description and take a look around the system - you've got
read access from the 'guest' account, until Leo, one of those
nephews I told you about, sets up your own account. Okay?"
She smiled. "Sure, thanks, Master"
I closed the door to the factory for the meeting.
"Right Guys, I'll get right down to it. You
all want to know why I've broken my policy of 'no women',
right?"
"Yeah ... too right" It was a chorus.
"Simple. This one comes with a strong
recommendation from an old friend of mine. He says that if I train
her right, she'll give me no trouble." I winked, "she's,
um, very eager to please. Very, very eager."
There was a dirty laugh.
"Exactly. I haven't been laid in a while, and
this, um, lady looks likely not only to break my drought, but to
provide you blokes with some entertainment, too. She's nice to look
at, for a start, and my information indicates that she's not shy,
so, how do I put this... if my door doesn't say 'engaged', come on
in, even if Miss Lucy is with me. Perhaps I should say especially
if Miss Lucy is with me."
"Let's get this clear, boss, are you saying
that this bird will let us watch while you fuck her, or what?"
"I'm saying that she has no idea what I've
got planned, she thinks this is a normal job, but for a number of
reasons which I have no intention of sharing with you, I think that
she will prove, um, willing and open to my instructions."
"You've got something on her? "
"You could say that. I plan to have fun with
little Lucy, and if you lot play your cards right, you could get to
share in some of the fun. All you have to do is play it by ear, and
act as if whatever she does - and I do mean whatever - is perfectly
normal and ordinary."
"Oh, come on boss, don't be so bloody
mysterious."
"Look, Doug, why not wait and see? Surprises
are so much more enjoyable, and anyway, I haven't decided all the
'what's and 'how's yet. It's a new situation for me, too. Suffice it
to say that the next few months are going to be ... um ...
interesting."
A gale of laughter greeted this, and then we went
on with the normal business of the meeting. They must have been
wondering what was really going on, but while I was more than
prepared to share a bit of my good luck around, I didn't want anyone
but me fucking with Lucy's mind - I'd decide about fucking with the
rest later. Fortunately, I run a tight ship, so however much they
might wonder, they'd never cross me.
With that in mind, I said as the meeting broke up,
"One more thing guys. What I said earlier about coming into my
office - if the door does say engaged, I'll fire any man who
opens it. I'll also fire anyone who talks about any of this to
anyone outside the company. Understood?"
"Sure thing, boss."
So we went back to work.
Now, normally I'm a busy man, so I don't want you
to get the impression that I get my money for nothing and my chicks
for free, as Dire Straits would say. I'd taken Lucy's induction week
as a kind of holiday from work, so that I could get a big chunk of
programming done, that way, from then on, I planned to be able to
use the routines for my daytime fun, fitting it around work, and to
have her more than willing to come to me for more programming over
evenings and weekends, if she needed it.
As we left the factory, I turned to Jeff Roberts
and said, "I'll be busy with Lucy's training this week,
so to all intents and purposes, you're in charge, as if I was on
holiday, unless I need something specific, okay?"
He grinned at me. "You betcha, Jim. But
sometime soon you're going to have to take me out for a drink and
tell me a bit more than you gave the others."
I thought about it. Jeff's a bigger misogynist
than me, if that's possible, made that way by a couple of bitch
ex-wives - mistakes he's still paying for. He's my closest friend at
work, and I thought that I'd probably be able to trust him, as long
as I kept the technicalities secret.
"Thursday night," I said. "My
place, 8pm. I might have Lucy come along too, for later."
He grinned so wide that I thought the bottom half
of his face might fall off.
I turned to Lucy, whose desk was now neatly
organised and arranged so that she was basically at the centre of
all eyes. "Okay, Lucy, let's get your induction started. Come
into my office please, and push he sign to engaged, before you close
the door."
"Certainly, Master," she said, and I saw
the eyes of the men within earshot widen as they heard her call me
that.
As soon as the door was shut, I gave her the tits
out instruction, and permission to play with her boobs, followed by
truth-drug. I'm easily amused, and I found the incongruity of her
slightly belligerent stance and attitude coupled with the constant 'Master'ing
and the open sluttishness of how she showed off her tits really
hilarious.
"So, what do you think so far?"
"The uniform isn't what I expected, Master,
the men who work here look like a bunch of losers, and the job
description is worrying, it's so vague."
"But you really want this job, don't
you?"
"Oh yes, master, of course, I love
working for you."
"So what worries you about the job
description?" Of course, I'd been deliberately vague, as I
planned to use the JD as a programming tool. "Well, it's just
not clear, Master. What does 'Assist in maintaining and improving
the morale of the workforce' actually mean, for example? What do I
have to do to achieve that?"
"I don't like to be prescriptive, before we
know how you fit in. We'll iron out the details as we go along. Is
there anything else that worries you?"
"Well, yes, now you mention it, Master. It
worries me, a lot that the uniform is so tarty, and well, I'm a
little scared at the way I don't seem to be able to not say what I
think, and that I'm sitting here half naked with a virtual stranger,
playing with my boobs like some kind of slut - but what worries me
most is that while a tiny part of my mind is screaming 'stop that
and shut up' most of it is saying 'no, its essential that you do
this, you have no choice' and my body is telling me that is feels so
good I should never stop."
Oh, that was the paydirt question! I had wondered
if she retained any awareness of what she was doing, because, well
it was going to be so much better having her do the bizarre and
obscene if I knew she could feel the humiliation of it. I hadn't
known how to phrase the question so that it wouldn't make her aware
if she wasn't, and perhaps break her programming. This was
wonderful!
Then I worried again. I decided to phone Bill and
clear up whether I needed to tell her to retain awareness. I was too
new at this to do it on my own, and I wanted to be sure not to
overstep the bounds. "Damn, it's hot in here right now" I
said, and when she was under, I said, "You can hear my voice
but nothing I say will make sense to you from the point when I say
'forget' and your name, until I count down from 5. When I finish the
countdown, you will forget that I've even been speaking, isn't that
right?"
She nodded.
"Now, forget, Lucy."
I dialled Bill's number quickly, and apologised
for bothering him. He laughed, and said it was no bother. I
explained my problem, and he told me that I did, indeed, have to
programme a level of awareness in. "You can even have her fully
aware that what she's doing is totally shameful and sluttish, but
that she can't help it. However, that's very fragile, and might not
hold if she's pushed. I personally prefer to have the imperative for
action and the feel-good factor outweigh the humiliation, just to be
sure."
"Thanks Bill, I owe you."
"Pay with reports, okay?"
"Sure, Bye Bill." I hung up and counted
down. Lucy looked at me, as if the intervening minutes hadn't
happened, and she was waiting for instructions.
"Right, Lucy, let's get down to work. An
essential skill you must learn is 'turn on'. That means that when
someone says the keyword 'turn on', together with your name, you
will experience all the symptoms of strong sexual arousal. Your
nipples will get hard, and your cunt will get wet. The symptoms will
increase, every time the words are repeated, until, after five
repetitions, you will be on the point of orgasm. However, you will
not orgasm, however many times it's repeated, nor will you make any
attempt to give yourself an orgasm. The keyword, 'turn off' will
return you to normal. Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Master."
"Précis the 'turn on' skill for me."
"'Turn on, Lucy' will make me hot, but I
won't come. 'Turn off, Lucy' will make me normal again."
"Great. Good girl. Now, another essential
skill is 'tits2'. That's exactly the same as 'tits out' except that
instead of asking permission to play with your tits, you will
politely ask the person who gave your instruction to touch them,
lick them and suck them. That will feel just as good as doing it
yourself Isn't that right?"
"Yes, master."
"You like working here, don't you,
Lucy?"
"Yes, Master."
"You like being close to me, don't you?"
"Yes, Master."
"Lucy, under hypnosis, the following phrases
will make my instructions more imperative, just like "isn't
that right?" does - 'wouldn't you?', 'aren't you?', 'do you
understand?' , and 'right now.'"
I wondered if I was pushing to fast, but decided
that at the moment I was just building on foundations already set.
However, I decided to ease off for a while. I'd practise with these
little programmes for a while, then build in a few more after lunch.
"That's better, cooler now" I said.
"You really do have very pretty tits, Lucy"
"Thank you, Master, I'm happy they please
you." Her green eyes were full of sincerity.
"Cover up, Lucy."
She did.
"Now, would you please get us some water,
before we go on?"
"I hope you aren't going to treat me like
some slave secretary, Master, running around getting you drinks,
just because I'm a woman."
I smiled at her. She didn't know how much her
aggressive attitude increased my pleasure.
"Turn on, Lucy"
I grinned as I watched her nipples rise in front
of my eyes, poking perkily at the sheer material.
"Of course not. I'm asking you to get the
water because I'm the boss. Turn on Lucy. I'd ask any of the men,
too."
"Oh, well that's alright then, Master."
She went and got the water. As she bent to hand me
mine, I said "Thank you, Lucy turn on, Lucy turn on, turn on
Lucy"
I heard her gasp, and she wriggled a little
uncomfortably.
"What's the matter Lucy?"
"I'm feeling really aroused, Master. I don't
understand it, but it's like I'm about to come. My tits and cunt are
on fire."
"Obviously you fancy me."
"But I don't, Master. You're much too old for
me, you're too fat, you look grey and unfit. I like my men young,
pale and slimly muscular. That's why I can't understand it."
Suddenly I felt angry. It was irrational, because
it made sense that she'd fancy young, studly men, and I'd put her in
the position that she couldn't help saying so. What's more, it
didn't matter, since whatever she felt about how I looked I was
setting her up so that I could have her anytime and any way I
wanted. Even so, hearing her dismiss me out of hand like that while
her cunt was oozing lust made me furious.
I put her back under.
"Turn off Lucy."
Her nipples went down like deflated balloons.
"Your tastes are changing, Lucy, do you
understand me?"
"Yes, Master."
"Listen carefully, Lucy. You know that older
means more experienced, don't you?"
"Yes, Master"
"And more experienced means better, isn't
that right Lucy?"
"Yes, Master."
"So it makes sense that older men are better
than younger, don't you think that's reasonable?"
"Look at me Lucy. Take a long look."
She stared at me, her eyes wide, her lips very
slightly parted. "What you are looking at, right now, Lucy, is
your idea of perfection in a man from now on, do you understand,
Lucy? Isn't that right?"
"Oh yes, Master.." With that many
intensifiers, it wasn't surprising she was emphatic.
"Other men will be able to turn you on, Lucy,
but you'll experience a stronger reaction to men who are like me -
heavy men, over fifty, will always cause a little gush of wetness in
your cunt when you see them, isn't that right?"
"Yes, Master."
"And me. Once I take you out of hypnosis,
Lucy, when you are near me, you will always be aroused. Do
you understand, Lucy? It'll start when you first catch sight of me,
Lucy, or hear my voice, and the closer I am to you the hotter you'll
get, so that when I'm close, Lucy, you'll always be ready for
fucking, Lucy, always on the edge of coming. Isn't that right,
Lucy?" My voice was like a battering ram, the intensifiers
coming thick and fast.
"Oh, yes, Master, yes" Such an
eager, willing little voice!
"If I'm close enough to touch, Lucy, you
won't be happy unless we actually are touching - you'll have to find
some way of being in contact with me, a hand on my knee, your thigh
pressing against mine, it doesn't matter what, but you will have a
burning need to touch me. Your mind will keep drifting to visions of
kissing me, stroking me, fucking me, and you'll feel happy every
time these thoughts cross your mind, do you understand?"
She nodded, said yes again.
"Do you know what will happen the first time
I kiss you, Lucy?"
"No, Master."
"You're going to come, the moment I slip my
tongue between your lips, Lucy, and it's going to be the strongest,
most powerful orgasm you've ever had. Lucy, my little slut, you are
going to cling tight to me, shaking from the force of it, and it's
going to go on and on and on, till the juices run down your legs. It
won't stop until I say "That's enough", and when I do
you'll be so ashamed at your lack of restraint you'll burst into
tears. Isn't that right Lucy?"
"Yes, Master."
I woke her up.
It was as if there was an explosion in her body.
Her nipples seem to physically jump upright, and her hand shot out
to rest on my knee, where it rested, stroking instinctively. She was
trembling, and I could smell the sex on her.
"Are you alright, Lucy?"
"I'm, oh shit, oh God, Master, I'm so
horny!"
"Why do you think that is?"
"It's because of you, Master. You're
everything I want in a man, everything that turns me on. I..."
"You what, Lucy?"
She was blushing, fiery red, and I felt like I'd
just won Olympic gold.
"I want you, Master." Her voice was just
a whisper, full of urgency.
It was too soon, of course. She'd only been here
five hours, and now I'd got her into a state of frenzy, I just
wanted to play a bit. I'd have her doing plenty of things to me and
for me, before I'd fuck her.
"That's flattering, but we are at work, I
don't think it's a good idea right now. Not that I don't like the
idea, you understand, but, well we've really only just met."
The blush heightened, and she dropped her head,
but her hand kept on stroking my leg.
I heard the lunch whistle. I took her hand from my
knee, and felt her clutch it tight, so as not to let go. I grinned.
"Let's go and have some lunch."
"Yes, Master."
I opened the office door, and stepped through it.
Pretty much everyone in the company was milling around. So, I pulled
her gently against my body, and kissed her, poking my tongue into
her mouth. She jolted in my arms like a current had been put though
her. One of her hands tangled in my hair, and the other slipped
round my waist, and her hand gripped my arse. As I let my hands rest
lightly on her waist, she was shaking as I said, but she was also
sliding herself sinuously against me, grinding into my erection with
a rhythmic, fucking motion of her hips. Unsurprisingly, everyone was
watching.
I broke the kiss, but didn't let go or stop her
because firstly I didn't want to stop the show, and secondly I could
feel her rubbing pushing my cock to a well deserved climax. Her
mouth free now, she was moaning like any porn star, "Oh yes,
Master, yes, *yes*, I'm coming Master, I'm coming so hard, oh, oh,
ooooooh..." and her skirt was lifting higher with each of her
little thrusts, exposing the tops of her stockings, and an
increasing amount of golden-skinned thigh to my delighted workforce.
"Oh GOD!!!" she screamed, "It's
never been like this, Master, never!
I've, ooooooh, I've never come this hard!
AAAaaaaaaaahhh!"
Her scream sparked my climax, and her grinding
milked it through its spurting progress. When I was done, I took her
firmly by the arms and said loudly, "That's ENOUGH, Lucy.
You're embarrassing me and your colleagues"
Her hands fell limply away, and she looked around
the room with horror, finally registering the audience, and crumpled
into tears of humiliated shame.
I felt like God.
