"When I bring a man friend in, you will not speak, or touch, or even get close to them, or me. Do you understand?" Andy nodded in rhythm to the loud droning buzz in his ears. "You may not leave the house unless I give you specific instructions to. You will also call me Mistress Danielle from now on. You are my slave, and I demand the proper respect." Danielle threw about her commands as she bustled around the house, trying to get ready for her date. Chris wasn’t home when she called. "Damn! He’s probably already left." She paused. "No television, no stereo, no radio for you either. You will only sleep in the living room until I decide otherwise."
"Yes, Mistress Danielle," Andy replied obediently. She breezed out of the one-story ranch home. It was nicely furnished, not at all extravagant like he had assumed it would be. He noted her restraint, and hoped that she would be as restrained in dealing with him, because Danielle was definitely not happy to have him around. He sat on the sofa in the quiet house to await her return and next instructions.
The noise of the key in the lock woke him up from a light slumber. It was after three. "You will see and hear no one but me," came Danielle’s voice from outside. "And you’re incredibly hot for me, Chris," she giggled, her voice a little thick. The pair walked in.
Danielle saw Andy. It was time he learned his place. Chris followed her in, waited for her to shut and lock the door, then wrapped his arms around her and they kissed. And kissed. And kissed, his hands fondling her ass, then pulling her to him, grinding at her.
Andy turned away, unwilling to watch, but unable to keep from hearing the muffled moans that came from the locked mouths. "Chris, let’s go to the bedroom," she lewdly suggested. She walked in front of Andy, undid her blouse, and half-removed her bra, revealing a breast. To the enthralled Chris, it probably looked like she was just giving him a little bit of a tease with a partial view. He growled something macho, and took a heavy step towards her. He was big, well-muscled, and handsome. His butt had no noticeable sag through his (predictably) tight jeans. Danielle smiled and licked her lips suggestively, pursing her lips in a tiny kiss at him before she turned and headed for the bedroom, weaving slightly. Andy watched Chris eagerly follow her with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
The bedroom door closed behind them, only to open a few seconds later. "Andy," Danielle called from the hall, "don’t masturbate. I wouldn’t want Chris to get—distracted." He heard her take a step, then pause. "Oh, and stay out of the hall. If you need to go, use the one in the basement, and don’t flush. G’night!" she said brightly before closing the door again. That ought to fix him, she thought as she turned her complete attentions to her Christopher toy.
This was far worse than any punishment Andy could have imagined. He listened to Danielle’s moans of pleasure, muted only slightly by the bedroom door and the creaking of bedsprings. She would cry out from time to time, "Chris!!! Oh yesss!!! Unnhh!!!! Do it baby, I’m gonna come…" and the squeaking noises would get louder. Then there was silence for a little while. His cock ached in his pants. Then a grunting, "Ohh, yeaahhh… baby, I’m gonna fuck you good," in a low, male voice. More squeaks, answered by her moans again. High pitched gasps interspersed with an occasional male pant filled the hallway. And Andy listened, too horny to go back to sleep, too distraught to think about anything else. Her vocal response to Chris’ efforts assured that he would stay awake, hard, and frustrated. He tried to escape to the basement, but he couldn’t sleep there: Danielle had commanded that Andy only sleep in the living room. Tears flowed, but no sound came out because she had taken that away, too. He went back upstairs as the sun was rising, to find the hallway quiet. He finally went to sleep, hurting more inside than he ever had before, feeling so hopelessly—empty.
Danielle gently rocked the sleeping Andy. He opened his eyes and she smiled at him. "Wake up, sleepyhead," she chirped. Andy looked around the living room quickly, nervously. Her smile grew. "No, he’s gone. I sent him away after he—served his purpose." The memory of Chris’ big, thick cock sent an echo of last night’s thrills through her. She recovered from her reverie enough to realize that Andy was staring at her plush blue robe. Dani regretted having teased him the night before, but she had been a little tipsy. "Yes, I’m sure you’d like to see what’s underneath. In your dreams, my little male chauvinist piggie." She looked at him strangely when he didn’t say anything. "Oh, I forgot. You can speak now." She smiled wolfishly as that reminded her just how much control she had over Andy. He was her COMPLETE slave. "Kneel, say good morning to your mistress, and kiss her feet. This is how I shall be greeted in the mornings when I arise alone."
The buzzing noise made Andy drop to his knees, and he said, "Good morning, Mistress Danielle." He prostrated himself at her feet, and kissed them as she had directed.
She responded with, "Good morning, my little piggie. You may rise." Danielle smiled sweetly, then pulled a cigarette from her robe. Andy grabbed the lighter on the living room table and lit it for her before she made him do it, hoping she’d cut him a break somewhere. "Thank you." She yawned. "Make me some coffee, then fix break… no, lunch. I like seafood, and be creative." Danielle made him jump through hoops all day. He cleaned her house and did her laundry while she lived a life of leisure. She would interrupt him to light her cigarettes. She especially enjoyed summoning him from the basement for that, brutally pulling at Andy with her power if he showed the slightest hesitation. Late in the afternoon, she left the house, which gave him a chance to catch his breath. She returned an hour and a half later while he was preparing dinner. "Bring in the boxes in the car, and put them away in the second bedroom," she ordered. As he walked out of the door, she called, "By the way, Andy, dinner smells wonderful." He immediately recognized the stuff in the boxes. She had gone to his place and cleaned out his closets and drawers. She asked him to sit at the table during dinner, and he thought they were going to eat together. Wrong. He waited on her hand and foot. Any resistance was again obliterated by the fucking buzz of her power. "Draw my bath, Andy. Then you may eat." Her power trip taxed his patience but there was nothing he could do about it, short of killing himself.
She left the house at ten, returning a little after two with Brendan. He had called her that week, obeying her command from the last time they’d been together. She was excited by his trim, strong body, and his long, very skilled tongue. Dani decided to tease Andy again with the sight of her breasts before heading to the bedroom with Brendan. Just to put him in his place.
Danielle was merciless: while Andy’s clothes were neatly arranged and hung in the second bedroom, she had commanded him to sleep on the living room floor. It didn’t get any better during the week, either. He was on vacation from work, so he was stuck in her house. He would get up before she did, making sure that her coffee and morning cigarette were ready when she awoke. He would greet her in the "proper" manner each morning, draw her bath, and prepare a light breakfast. She made him kiss her feet when she would return from work. Dinner had to be ready as well on her arrival.
Danielle took two days off at the end of the week just so she could have more time to boss Andy around. Wednesday and Thursday night, she went prowling the bars, returning with a stud-of-the-night. Each night, she would titillate Andy before devouring her catch. She had begun to realize that teasing him gave her a brief tingle—something about it made her clit pulse, so it became a regular event. But Dani had reserved the weekend for Brendan. He was handsome, strong, and he had a good job, lived in a nice neighborhood… She began to believe that she had found the main ingredients for Mr. Right. Just add a generous quantity of coven power and stir…
By Sunday, Andy had sworn that he would kill himself if it looked like he was going to hear "Oh!!! Brennn-dannn!!! Lick it some more!!! Yesss!!!" one more time.
Andy sat at the dinner (her dinner) table Sunday night watching Danielle eat. "This is excellent, Andy. You’re a very good cook." He grumbled thanks. She put her fork down and looked at him. Oh, dear, that’s not the way my slave should behave towards me… "Is my little piggie upset? We can’t have that. Thank your mistress for her compliment," she commanded. "And you will be happy to serve my every desire and to sleep on the floor tonight." Dani concentrated, driving her will deep into Andy’s soul.
A deafening buzz went off in Andy’s head, vibrating his teeth. "Thank you, Mistress Danielle," he said brightly. "May I serve you in some other way?" He begged her to make use of him; he only cared that she was happy. Maybe she would praise him some more! Oh, bliss! It didn’t wear off until three that morning as he lay shivering on the living room floor. He felt like shit at six, but his body faithfully moved about the house making the coffee, putting the cigarettes and lighter on the tray, and starting the bath before her alarm went off. When Danielle called his name, Andy carried her morning tray to the bedroom. He knelt, kissed her feet, and his haggard voice croaked, "Good morning, Mistress Danielle." It was a good thing that she had to go to work, because he virtually collapsed after she left. She had pushed his body past its limits and she didn’t seem to care, either.
"You don’t seem your normal sullen self tonight, piggie," Dani commented during dinner. "What’s the matter? Do you need another attitude adjustment?" She reached out and touched his cheek. "You’re burning up! Are you sick?" He said no, but she knew better. Oh, shit. Gina would have a fit if she knew that he was sick. Dani knew exactly who would get the blame. "Go to the second bedroom and lie down now," she ordered. Andy happily complied without being pushed. In an entirely unanticipated role reversal, Danielle cared for him for the next two days. His severe cold left him weak with fever and chills. Ever since joining the coven, she had never felt less than perfect, so she just had memories of fever and chills. His obvious misery stirred her maternal instinct—much to her surprise. She let him eat with her, feeling reluctant to use her power on him while he was sick. She also felt a little guilty—her abuse had probably helped make him sick. Thursday, as she tucked him in, she saw the look in his eyes. Uh-oh. "Don’t think that this means you’re human to me, piggie. It’s just that Gina would kill me if anything happened to you. I need you healthy—you’re my ‘training aid,’ whatever the hell that is," Dani explained. "Gina hasn’t called me—I guess she’s busy with—never mind," she mused aloud, then paused. "I still don’t want you here any more than you want to be here. But as long as you are here, I intend to take advantage of it. Now get some sleep. I miss my morning wake-up. I like having a houseboy."
Andy was healthy enough to clean the house Friday and have dinner ready when she got home. Danielle’s surprise was obvious when he greeted her with, "Good evening, Mistress Danielle." She had removed the compunction for him to greet her in that god-awful exaggerated fashion when he was ill, and hadn’t gotten around to reinstating it. He hoped that the strawberry daiquiri he handed her as she walked in would suffice. He really hated kissing her feet. She grinned as she accepted the tall drink, then went to change clothes. He figured that sucking up couldn’t hurt his cause, especially now that Danielle had shown signs of being… human. Andy waited on her hand and foot without being compelled. His efforts did not go unnoticed. She told him that he could continue to sleep in the second bedroom. Danielle didn’t go out that night, much to his surprise. She explained that Brendan was out of town, and she didn’t feel like going out after such a nice dinner and drinks. Instead of the usual mistress and slave routine, the two of them watched movies and ate popcorn.
"Good night, my little piggie," Danielle said as they retired for the night. Andy slept well for the first time since becoming Danielle’s houseboy. Some vacation, he thought to himself as he drifted off. Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad from here on out. Maybe she’d even stop calling him "piggie." Saturday, he did their combined laundry, and she lit her own cigarettes. This was true progress. They ate lunch together, and afterwards, he did the grocery shopping. She left right after he came back, not telling him where she was going.
Danielle was highly pissed off. She had just met with Gina in an effort to make the coven leader do something regarding Andy. Not only did the coven leader turn down that request, she wouldn’t give the initiate any indication that any action was pending. "She says I need more patience!!!" Danielle yelled in the empty car. "Fuck patience!!! It’s been two weeks already!" Someone chose that moment to cut her off. She slammed on the brakes. She was in no mood to be charitable. Dani changed lanes to pull alongside the other car. She rolled down her window and shouted at the offending driver. A man grinned and gave her the finger, then slowed down to pull behind her and tailgate.
Dani pulled off the highway at the next exit. The tailgating car followed her. She stopped at the top of the exit, got out of her car, and slammed the door shut. She stalked back to her pursuer. A fat middle-aged man rolled down his window and gave her a lewd grin after staring lecherously at her chest. "Did ah scare the pretty lil’ girl?" he leered. "Yew oughta be raht here on mah lap. Ah’d show ya whut drivin’ is… On mah stick—"
"You will drive to the police station and take off your clothes, then jerk off on the front lawn," Dani interrupted, unleashing every iota of the power that she could garner on his mind. The man’s face went blank. He pulled his car around Danielle’s and drove off without a word. The coven would just have to wait until he got out of jail. She figured she’d ask Lia to do the honors. Lia never cared about the taste, and Danielle was positive that the guy was going to be gross, just from the way he looked. She got back in her car. God, she needed to get in a better mood for her date with Brendan. Brendan was deep enough under her influence that he cut a business trip short just to be with her that Saturday night. She smiled in anticipation of gaining a stronger hold on the handsome young man. All of a sudden, Dani remembered that Andy was going to be there, too. She was getting tired of having to command him to stay out of her way, and of also having to command Brendan to not see or hear Andy. Maybe she could—persuade—Andy to stay away from her and Brendan…
Andy was sitting in the kitchen when Danielle returned. "I went to see Gina about you," she stated. "She said that she would get around to that when the time was right," she explained to him. Suddenly, she exploded. "Damn her!!! Patience she says!!! I want you out of here, your vacation is almost over, and she still says I’m not ready!!!" Andy could almost see the waves of anger emanating from her. Danielle ranted and raved about how Gina kept telling her that she was abusing the power, wasting it, and how she needed to have more patience. She stormed around the house while he cowered, hoping that she wouldn’t notice him. "I’ve got a date with Brendan tonight because he came back early from his business trip just to be with me, and she has the nerve to say that you have to stay here."
"You could take me back home," Andy suggested meekly.
Danielle shook her head. "Gina said that you had to stay here with me tonight. I refuse to cancel my plans just so Gina can get her little kicks out of humiliating me! She’s just probably giving me shit because she’s seven hundred years old and on the rag. She can’t get the guys any more, and she’s afraid to use her power. Well, I’m not afraid to use my power to get what I want." Danielle’s eyes came to rest on the frightened Andy. "And what I want now is for you to prepare my bath." A buzz hit him in the head, disorienting him briefly. Then he started for the bathroom. His legs locked as she told him to stop. "Say, ‘Yes, Mistress Danielle. I will obey you,’ whenever I give you a command until I come back with Brendan tonight. And you will mean it with all your heart and soul and devotion." Danielle had spoken. A loud buzzing noise like twin propellers droned in both ears with every move he made. She assaulted him with her power the rest of the evening, forcing him to be even more servile than he had been the first week. She was mad at Gina, and she took it out on him. She sent him to the second bedroom as she left for her date with Brendan, but was kind enough to allow him to go to the bathroom while she was gone.
Andy heard the front door open at about one—Danielle must have decided to cut the date part of the evening short, he thought miserably. He heard her giggle and resigned himself to another night of listening to her orgasm. He had underestimated the depth of Danielle’s contempt for Gina’s edict, her determination to make him pay for it, and her capacity for creative cruelty. She opened his door. "Come here, piggie and be quiet. NOW." A painful buzzing sensation tore through his head. He mutely followed her to the living room where Brendan was sitting, already undressed. "You will watch us, and don’t even think about jerking off," she snapped.
She made him sit and stay still on the loveseat while she showed off Brendan’s body beautiful, pointing out why Andy was inferior to him at every extra-firm muscle she touched. It was obvious to Andy that Brendan spent a lot of time on his body and that Danielle held him in complete thrall, too. Then she performed a slow, sexy striptease just for Andy. She had told Brendan that he wouldn’t see or hear anything until she touched him again. He had responded, "Yes, my love." Danielle wiggled out of her panties, undulating provocatively. His cock grew rock hard in the time it took her to get naked. She then turned around and touched Brendan. "Brendan, you will see and hear nothing but me, and you want to obey my every command," she cooed. "Now, come here and show my little piggie what he’ll never get. Eat my pussy." Andy had a great view as Brendan knelt and lowered his face to her muff. His tongue ran around the curly, dark hair, causing Danielle to squirm, sighing. He could see how turned on she was, since Brendan hadn’t even come close to her sex yet. She pulled at Brendan’s hair as he ran a finger around her swollen lower lips. Her legs wriggled.
Brendan bobbed his head, using his tongue to tap at her cunt, not licking, just gently, rhythmically, playfully slapping at her with it. She seemed to love this, closing her eyes as they seemed to lose focus, and her hips jerked. Her legs spread a little wider, inviting Brendan to put his finger inside. Danielle’s butt jumped off the sofa and a soft, inarticulate cry rose from her throat. She opened her eyes again, but Andy knew that he was lost to her vision. He watched Brendan’s long tongue poke into her pussy, but not too deeply. "Ohhh-ohhhh! Ye-e-esss, Brenn-dannn…" was her pleased response. "Sssuck it! Ssssuuuckk meeee," she pleaded. Brendan buffeted her clit with his tongue. It only took a few seconds before Danielle grunted, then began a long, warbling, "Bre-e-ennnn-daa-aa-a-a-a-aannnnn!!!" She had a loud, hip-shaking, gasping, sobbing orgasm that sent more blood to Andy’s already-engorged dick. The frenzied shaking of her hips gave way to short, purposeful thrusts.
"Ohhhh, you’re soo-o-o-o-ooo goo-o-o-o-ood," Danielle whined. Then she yelped when her lover circled her cunt with his elongated tongue. His head pushed between her legs, obscuring Andy’s view, but he could tell by her reaction that Brendan’s tongue was buried as far as it would go. Brendan slurped loudly at Andy’s dream girl, sending her into orbit, while Andy had to watch. His cock pushed insistently at his boxers, the opening in the wrong position to allow his turgid organ free. Tears ran down his face. Once again, Danielle had forbidden him to make any noise. She finally pushed Brendan’s head away, lazily, leisurely after what seemed like forever. He had left her breathing loudly, heavily. "Oh, yea-a-ahhh," she purred, eyes on fire after she had recovered. "Brendan, sleep." She turned to Andy. "I bet this turns you on. I know you dream about this all the time."
Brendan climbed on top of her when she roused him from his unnatural unconsciousness. He grunted as he slowly, completely, entered Danielle. Andy’s cock ached badly. She sighed happily, and her legs stretched out, almost leisurely, before wrapping around Brendan’s firm ass. His hips rose and lowered in quick rhythm, since Danielle kept him from making long strokes with her leg lock. "Uhh-uhh-uhhh…" She whimpered in rhythm with the end of each of his downward thrusts. He snorted, his breathing becoming louder as she dug her nails into Brendan’s muscled back. "Ooohhh - ooooh - ooooohhh… Brenndannnn… M-m-m-more!!" It felt great to her and Andy’s cock could not move as more blood tried to force its way in.
"N-n-nngghhh!!!" Brendan gurgled. His hips quivered and Danielle’s hips pumped at him with determination. They collided forcefully, making her huff a split-second after each soft smack. The muscles in his body lost all tension, he emitted a satisfied groan, and she pushed him off. They fell to the floor, she on top of him. Danielle looked pointedly at Andy with a haughty expression, lowered her head to Brendan’s and their mouths met. They shared a hot, passionate kiss for another eternity, until she reluctantly pulled away, face flushed. She gasped for air.
While she recovered, Danielle purred, "Sleeep… Dream of me… I am the woman of your best dreams… You won’t ever resist me… You want to please me… Sleeep, my, virile, devoted, lover," at Brendan. His eyes slammed shut, and his breathing became rhythmic and deep. Watching her command Brendan sent a totally unexpected, and extremely unwelcome, twitch to Andy’s rigid, painfully restrained cock. She came over to Andy and knelt. "Oh, my little piggie’s cock is just begging for attention," she breathed in a sexy, singsong voice. Andy’s eyes pleaded with her. "Does my little piggie want to come? Does he want his mistress to touch his piggie little cock so he can come?" She moved her fingertips closer, stopping a scant few inches from the legs of his boxers. Leaning forward, she purred, "Maybe I’ll kiss it. Would you like that?" Andy’s nuts felt like a rope had been tied around them and pulled. He rolled his eyes, begging for her to do something. "Danielle’s going to kiss it and make it better," she cooed, leaning closer and pursing her lips in anticipation. "NOT!" she snorted, then bounced to her feet and walked away briskly. "Come light my cigarette, piggie," she buzzed, standing by the hallway. He limped over to her and performed the service. "Now go to bed, and you can’t jerk off." She grinned, "I don’t want cum stains on my sheets." The bitch was definitely heartless as well as merciless. He lay awake with throbbing, bright blue balls the rest of the night while she loudly played with her Brendan puppet across the hall.
Andy heard him leave at about eleven the next morning. Danielle came in the room. "Don’t make any noise today. I’m going to sleep," she said, ignoring his rising cock. "Unplug the phones, and—don’t bother with lunch." She smiled, the hint of fantastic sex still in her eyes, and said, "Respond happily, slave." She forced her desire into his body, mind, and soul.
"Yes, Mistress Danielle. I will obey you always," he replied, devotion and the urge to fawn at her feet competing for top spot in his soul. Andy went to the bathroom and took a hesitant nap, not wanting to sleep through his mistress’ awakening. She stirred, and he kissed her feet repeatedly as she drank the coffee he had brought her. She instructed him to cook dinner for three: Brendan was coming over. She removed some of the more excessive compulsions she had placed in his mind, and told him to corroborate anything she said about him at dinner. Andy was to stay in the kitchen except when serving them. Danielle explained his presence to Brendan as "a prize from an auction for charity at work. I decided to use my catered evening up for you." Brendan was impressed by the meal, but his thoughts increasingly turned to her as the night went on. Andy heard him ask her when he would be leaving so they could be alone. Andy’s heart sank. Danielle replied, "There’s nobody here except us, Brendan."
The dining room suddenly got very quiet. "Now, you are very, very horny. And you will please me, because I am the woman of your dreams. You must please me, for I am your longest, greatest, deepest love." Danielle focused her power at Brendan. She was already wet with anticipation. She smiled as she remembered the first time she saw him, at Luke’s. The power had made it easy for her to take him away from the big-boobed blonde he had been talking with. Now she was working on making him fall in love with her. With the power, it was a sure thing, he would have no choice. A tingle shot through her as she remembered her first introduction to Brendan’s long tongue. "You live to please me because you love me," she throatily commanded the man of her dreams.
"Yes, my love. I… live to… please you. I… will… make… you… happy," Brendan replied. A pause, then, "Ohhh, gawwwd… Dan-yelllllll… I… shit… gotta haveyou," he gasped. He was erect, and clothes flew in all directions. Danielle spread her legs for Brendan’s cock. Her back arched as he met her sensitive outer folds. She thrust her hips forward, pushing his wonderful cock into her. Everything was wonderful about Brendan. He finished his first, easy thrust with a groan, and the noise made Dani’s clit throb pleasantly.
She felt him, slick and moving inside her—too fast. Danielle wrapped her legs around his firm ass and squeezed to slow him down. She had forgotten to command him to go slowly before he entered her, and now she couldn’t concentrate enough to… "Oh, shit Brendan!!!" she yelped, her brain on fire, throwing words out at random. They were connected now, Brendan pushing at her, she clawing at him, the pressure building quickly in her core. "Ohhh—ohhhh—ohhhh," she panted, unable to keep quiet as she began to lose… control… of… her… body…
Danielle’s clit felt as if it had expanded to encompass her entire self. When the pressure broke, it washed her consciousness away, leaving her blissfully unaware of Brendan’s impending ejaculation. Her brain began to function again just as he gurgled, "I’m cummm-innnngghhhh!!!!" Dani sensed the wet warmth bathe her inner, most special places. She luxuriated in the feeling of Brendan’s cum and the aftermath of her orgasm. His frantic thrusts gave way to weak wiggles, his panting became a long, satisfied groan. She felt… very good. "Brenn-dann," she softly purred, "suck my pussy. You know how I like it, my lover." She gave him a forceful push with her power, cutting short his post-orgasmic stupor. Brendan shifted position and started teasing, gentle licks at her still-swollen pussy lips. God, he turned her on! She sighed deeply, then said, "Lick deeeeep…" He responded, digging his long tongue into Dani’s cunt. Ooooohhh, he’s cleaning his cum out, she thought, making her body quiver with excitement. "Suck my pussy!" she eagerly encouraged, commanding him before she lost control again.
Brendan made a loud, smacking, sucking sibilation between her legs, vibrating her pussy lips and clitoral hood, driving a sharp electric charge through her body. His tongue penetrated her again and again… Dani’s hips started to move again and her clit swelled rapidly, leaving its hiding place. He worked his tongue skillfully around her opening. Her vision blurred before her eyes rolled up in her head. She stopped breathing because her chest muscles wouldn’t move and then there was a rocking sensation between her legs and she simply exploded, ceasing to exist except as a widely scattered series of nerve impulses. Her hips were bucking sharply and her toes were curled when she started breathing again. Ripples of pleasure sizzled through her, so intense that it started to hurt after a while. "Brendan, sto-o-o-op…" Dani felt a twinge of regret as his head pulled back slowly, robotically. He blinked, and she quickly kissed him, driving her tongue deep into his mouth in urgent circles. She pulled back. "Brendan, my love, you love me with all your heart and soul," she commanded, willing her edict into his mind and soul.
Brendan’s face cleared, becoming more relaxed, and his eyes glowed. "Yes… I… I… I… love you, Danielle," he stuttered. Danielle smiled with the realization that she was beginning to get aroused again. But it was getting late on Sunday night, and she knew that she’d never make it to work if he stayed the night. What was even more important was that she wasn’t sure if her soon-to-be-fiancé could afford to miss a day of work. His good job and income were too important to risk for one extra night of passion. They dressed and kissed goodnight for five minutes before she ruefully let him leave. It was too bad that tomorrow was a work day.
Work. Andy. She was startled into action, heading into the kitchen, where he was sulking at the table. Dani frowned. "Tomorrow we both have to go to work. I will take you to and from the train station. Wait for me in your office after work." He nodded as if what she had just said had been unnecessary. She seized his mind, concentrating fully. "You will tell no one of your situation. You had a pleasant vacation, just like you had planned. You will never call me mistress in public, do you understand?" She looked at him. If anybody, especially Gina, found out what she was doing with Andy… "You will tell no one anything that has happened while you are here." She forced the directive into his very being as she spoke. Danielle looked at the expression on his face. He wasn’t being very enthusiastic about this. Time for an attitude adjustment.
Andy belatedly realized what was going on in her mind. He began to force a quick false smile to his lips, but it was too late. "I command you to be pleasant around me, slave, no matter who I’m fucking. Kneel and kiss my feet, then you can go to bed after I’ve retired," Danielle ordered.
Andy responded perkily with, "Yes, mistress, I obey your every command." He watched himself follow her instructions to the letter, wanting to puke at the sound of his artificially cheerful voice fawning over her. He had had more than enough of being Danielle’s houseboy.