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Mind Field
Part Two
As the days progressed so did I with Deborah. Each day I
was able to get her to do things that she normally would
not do. On day three I couldn't get her to take her bra
off, but got her to remove her skirt and nylons via the
reminder that I had seen her in a bikini. She looked great
in her sexy red panties and matching bra.
On day 4 I got her to remove everything but her panties. I
tried planting suggestions of all sorts but she just kept
shaking her head. So instead of trying to convince her to
do that I convinced her that she was very tired and was
going to take a nap on the couch in my office. While she
slept I let my hands roam over her sexy young form. She
had a fabulous body and I couldn't wait for it to be mine.
All things in their time. For now I was content to feel
her fuzzy mound through the plain white cotton panties she
wore, to squeeze her muscular buttocks and to suckle her
nipples.
When she awoke at five, I suggested she get dressed and
forget about ever having undressed, but she was allowed to
remember napping on my couch while I worked. My
suggestions to her were not wearing off. She had come in
this morning wearing the outfit I had suggested she wear on
day three. Blue jeans, white tee shirt with a blue cotton
blouse over it, sneakers, and white cotton underwear.
On the morning of day 5 I performed an MRI on myself as
usual. This time I sat down and counted the links. There
were 617 of them which was just about right. Otherwise my
brain looked normal. I noted my progress and decided to
move to stage two of my experiment with Deborah: commands
instead of suggestions.
Deborah arrived at about nine wearing white slacks and a
see-through buttonless white silk blouse. The slacks were
also somewhat see-though. As I had suggested on the
evening of day four, she had chosen to wear dark colored
underwear which showed through the outfit quite clearly.
"Goodmorning Mitch! How are you?"
"Pretty good Debbie, how was your night?"
>> Take off your slacks and blouse. <<
She smiled and dropped her drawers, revealing dark blue
satin panties with white polka-dots. Then she slipped her
blouse over her matching bra and took it off. All the
while she spoke to me casually as if this was natural
behavior. It was like she was undressing in front of her
husband. My powers had grown to the point where she was
obeying the commands without thinking about them.
"It was great, Carl took me out to see The Fugitive. Have
you seen it?"
"Yes. Take off your bra."
"What did you think of it?" she asked as she unhooked her
bra, letting her firm breasts swing free.
"I thought the opening scene where the wife was murdered
was a bit too violent, but otherwise it was really great.
Take off your panties and come here, Deborah."
The satiny panties came down, and Deb Chan, in full nude
glory stepped up to me. And she was glorious! Muscular
and beautiful, with slightly tanned skin, a chestnut-brown
bush, neatly trimmed, an "innie" bellybutton, small but
firm tits, a delicious looking neck, full lips, big brown
oriental eyes, and long curly black hair.
"Yeah I had a hard time with that scene too. The federal
marshall guy was pretty cool though, he--"
"Shh. No more speaking for now. Turn around so I can look
at your ass."
She obediently stopped talking, grinned, and turned around
to show me her buttocks. I was a bit surprised that she
didn't resist at all, I can only assume she is proud of her
body, and though she had been conviced to strip, she still
took pleasure in my finding her attractive. Her back was
clear and beautiful, and her ass was perfect. Small but
full and firm, perfectly sized to her body. She twitched
as I reached out and ran a hand over her bum gently. It
was the first sign of resistance she had shown today. I
had gotten pretty far though. By Monday, she would do
anything I wanted, and she would WANT to do it.
Nonetheless I decided to see if I could get any further.
"Turn around, Debbie."
She turned and faced me, looking a little frightened.
"Did that bother you?"
She nodded.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
She shook her head 'no'.
"I won't touch you unless you want me to. Do you feel
aroused at being naked here at work?"
She thought about it and nodded her head as if to say "A
little."
"Do you want to touch yourself?"
She shook her head, still not speaking as I had instructed.
"Because I'm here?"
She nodded.
"I'm not here."
She suddenly looked relieved and glanced around at what
appeared to be an empty lab to her.
"You can talk whenever you want now. Are you still
aroused?"
"Yes." she said, talking to herself.
"A little more aroused because you're alone?"
"Mmm. Yes." she said, gently cupping her right breast and
squeezing the nipple a little.
"You're VERY aroused and you want to come. Masturbate
until you do."
"Ohhh God." she moaned.
She ran to the door of the lab, locked it, and came back to
where I was. The part of the lab we were in had a stone
floor, but she grabbed a fire blanket from the first aid
kit and lay on it.
She ran her hands up and down her sides, then her right
hand slid down her tummy and into her bush, and she began
pulling on her nipples with the other hand.
"Unh. Yes. Mmmm." she sighed quietly, her sexy little
hips gyrating as she played with her clit and fondled her
breasts.
"Mmmm. Oh. Oh. Ooohh." she groaned as she closed her
eyes and slipped a finger into her pussy and began frigging
herself. "Oh God. Yes. Ummmmm! MM! Oh! Oh!"
"Do you wish you had a hard cock in you?"
"Oh god! Yessss!"
"Where do you want it?"
"Up my cunt!! UNH." she was now up to three fingers,
desperately trying to simulate her lover's dick.
"Does Carl fuck you that way?"
"Mmmm. Yes. Oh fuck. UNH."
"Does he wear a condom?"
"Nuh-no. Unh. Oh God! I'm on the puh-pill. Unnnnh."
"Where else does he put his cock into you?"
"Sometimes in my muh-mouth. Mmmm."
"Does he come in your mouth?"
"Yes, oh god, yes yes yes he does. I wish he were here.
Ummm. Unhh."
"Do you let him fuck you up the ass?"
"N-no. Mmmm! I don't do that. Oh God! OH! UNHHH!"
"You will for me," I thought to myself, "but not today."
The chinese woman was sprawled on the blanket, fiercely
squeezing her breasts and frigging herself with three
fingers. Her hips gyrated in a grinding motion and juices
were spilling forth from her lovely pussy. I couldn't take
it anymore, I had to have her.
"OOOH! OH YESSS!"
"Open your eyes Deb, I'm here now, but I'm not Mitch, I'm
Carl."
She opened her eyes and looked at me. The skin of her
upper chest and neck had flushed red from the exertion and
her eyes locked hungrily on me. I couldn't have kept her
from having me at that point. I couldn't believe that
after all these years I was finally going to have sex with
Deborah. I was at full attention as she sprang up,
unzipped my fly and pulled me down on top of her.
She was too far gone to wait for me to undress, so she
frantically pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees
and then practically pushed her pussy onto my dick. She
was extremely tight and velvety inside, yet so well
lubricated that I slid in right up to the hilt. She
started bucking her hips and I began thrusting in and out
of her.
"OH CARL! FUCK ME! MAKE ME COME! OH YES!"
I kissed her and slid my tongue into her mouth, then placed
my hands on her breasts, her legs on my shoulders, and
began fucking her little asian pussy for all I was worth.
I was so horny there was no way I was going to last.
"YES! OH CARL! CARL! UNNNH!"
>>Your husband's name is Mitch.<< I commanded as I pumped
my dick in and out of her.
"MITCH! MITCH! FUCK ME! OH GOD! MITCH I'M COMING! I'M
COMING! AIYEEEEE!" she was shrieking and coming, her cunt
spasming around my engorged prick. It was more than I
could take.
"Oh Deborah! UNNNNNNNH!"
I came hard up her cunt, spurting huge wads of jism up
inside her. She held my shoulders and spoke softly to me
as I squirted deep within her.
"That's good baby. That's good. Oh God Mitch, I love
you."
"I love you too, honey" I said.
I lifted her sweaty little body and held her in my arms.
Eventually we fell asleep with my penis still in her.
Later around lunch when I awoke, I was soft and slid out of
her.
"Wake up, Deborah. Get dressed and put the fire blanket
away, then unlock the door. You never got undressed, your
husband whose name is Carl was never here, but I have been
here all day, and you never had any kind of sexual
experience today. It's just been a normal morning. We
shot the shit talking about The Fugitive and we didn't get
much work accomplished today because we had little
rinkydink things to do around the office."
I watched as the nude asian woman did all the things I
instructed her to. God she was beautiful. Soon she was
sitting at her desk neatening up her files.
"Hey Debbie. I'm not getting anything done, are you?"
"No. I just can't seem to get into it today."
"Me neither. Why don't you take the rest of the day off?
I think I'm going to."
"Really? Yeah, I guess I will too."
"Join me for lunch?" I asked.
"Why not? I'm buying."
"That's okay its on me."
"You paid last time, I owe you!"
"That's okay, I declare the balance sheet clean today." I
said with a grin.
"Suit yourself. I never turn down a free meal." Deborah
responded, reaching for her keys.
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