The phone was ringing. Faintly, as if from a great distance, Simone heard it and tried to figure out what it meant. Slowly, comprehension returned. She was still in a daze, completely spent from her efforts at seducing Amanda. The girl was strong and it had surprised Simone how much effort it had required to overcome her. Then, too, she had felt each orgasm that had wracked the girl. Of course, with no one working her over, Simone hadn't felt anything like what the girl had. With an effort she cleared her head and focused. The ringing had stopped. Before it could go to the answering machine, the caller had hung up.
How long had it been since the girl had passed out? A minute? An hour? It was impossible to say. She was just glad she'd had enough strength left to turn off the globe before she, too, had collapsed.
A minute later, the phone rang again. Staggering to her feet, Simone went to see who it was. Damn. Caller ID told her it was from Jack's office.
"Simone, where have you been?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Radley . . . I was . . . running the vacuum cleaner . . . Had to hurry to get the phone. What, um, can I do for you, sir?" She was shaking her head, trying to clear it.
"Is my daughter there?"
She paused briefly to look over at the girl. A wicked thought ran through her mind: 'What do you mean, Jack, conscious or unconscious?'
"Not at the moment, sir. Is there something I can help you with?"
"Hmmm . . . Yes, could you tell her I'm going to be late tonight. As you know, I had to go into work. A board meeting was called at the last minute."
"Yes sir. Any idea when you'll be home?"
"Unfortunately, I can't say. Could you let Amanda know? Oh, and could you also make dinner for her?"
"Of course, sir."
"Thanks, Simone, you're the greatest."
She hung up the phone, laughing softly. She looked again at the poor girl lying on the bed. If only he'd known what she was doing to his daughter. But he wouldn't know until it was far too late. She put on her earpiece, then another one on Amanda and sat on the bed. Reaching for her globe, she put it between her legs, and tuned it to the receiver on Amanda's ear. Now the girl would be the only one to feel its influences.
Leaning down a little, she said softly, "Amanda?" No response. She changed a setting on the device, then said louder, "Amanda?"
"Mmmmmm . . ." the girl replied dreamily.
Another adjustment to rouse her victim some more, then she spoke her name again.
". . . yes . . ." Amanda replied in a faraway voice.
"Amanda, you like Simone, don't you?" As she mentioned her name, she turned a knob. The globe blazed brighter in response.
The reaction by Amanda was immediate: a sharp intake of breath followed by a loud moan of pleasure. She said with emphasis, "Mmmm hmmmm!"
"More than that. You love Simone, don't you?" Again, the intensity.
Amanda opened her mouth but no sounds came out. She arched her back and held it, then collapsed when it had subsided. "Ooooohhhh . . . oooohhh yeah!" she breathed.
It was important to keep the girl from reaching climax. These brief surges gave Simone a good idea of Amanda's limits. She had to be careful to stay below that threshold.
"That's right, Amanda. More than a maid. More than a friend. She's now your . . . Mistress!" The intensity shot up, almost over the limit. Once again, Amanda let out a long cry, much stronger this time. Simone couldn't make out what she said, but it didn't matter. Over and over she mentioned the word Mistress. Each time she sent a pulse of pleasure that overwhelmed the girl's senses. Eventually, any mention of the word brought cries of pleasure without any assistance at all from the globe.
"Yes, and you'd do anything for Mistress, wouldn't you?"
"Mmmm hmmmm . . ." she replied feebly.
'Excellent,' thought Simone. The poor girl was completely open to her. She was hers now, body and soul.
Putting the globe aside, she got to work. "Excellent. Well, then, why don't we talk a little? Have you ever heard your father talk about Regina Ramos?"
She had of course, but it seemed that all the girl knew was that her father didn't like the woman. Not surprising. But she did have one bit of insight Simone found of interest.
"I don't know," she said dreamily. "He may not like her, but I think he may want her. She's supposed to be very pretty. He sounds . . . kind of funny . . . when he talks about her."
Well, that was something, at least. The girl wasn't oblivious, it seemed. She would do very nicely. And with her looks, she would be very useful for Simone's Mistress. You never knew when you needed someone to be seduced by a beautiful young lady, especially one as young as this. Just a few weeks ago another of Mistress' slaves had seduced one of their enemies. Certain pictures had then been enough to persuade him to avoid getting in their way.
Might as well get on with it, she thought.
"That's very good, Amanda. You've pleased your Mistress very much." As she expected, this news caused another moan to come from the girl. "Now then, why don't we talk about something else? Let's start with the globes."
When Jack returned home, he was in a foul mood. It was almost seven o'clock and he was hungry. He went immediately to his den to follow-up. Simone poked her head in and asked how he was.
Without introduction he said, "With so many newer members, they wanted to go over board member expectations at the coming vote! What the hell was that all about!? Another useless memo would have covered it just as well. I don't know what gets into those people, sometimes!"
"I see." Then after a pause, Simone asked quietly, "Would you like your dinner now, sir?"
Jack thought a moment, then asked curtly, "Is Amanda back yet?"
"Yes, but she ate an hour ago. She's upstairs studying."
"Okay, then. Hmmm . . ." He looked at his watch. "Stephanie probably won't be back until late again." Looking up he said, "I still have some catching-up to do. I'll just eat it in here."
"Very good, sir."
He hadn't even finished half of it before he was lost, fantasizing about his beautiful maid.
Smiling happily, Amanda looked down at some revealing photos of her Mistress. She sat on the bed in the guest room, holding the larger globe between her legs, just as Mistress had showed her. She kept her hands on it while she focused all her thoughts on the beautiful maid.
Well, occasionally, one of the hands found its way between her legs, but she could hardly be blamed for that. The woman was positively gorgeous! She was so hot, it was all Amanda could think about. That pretty face, those dark, dreamy eyes, those full red lips. And her body was so damned hot in that dress, the way it showed off her figure! The more she thought, the hotter she got, the more intense her thoughts.
Simone peeked in to see Jack sitting in his chair, stroking himself. A half-finished dinner sat on the tray next to him. His eyes had a glazed look about them and he was completely unaware of her presence. She slipped inside the room and looked over at the globe pulsing away. Amanda was doing a better job than she had expected. Looking over at the man again, she felt a tingle run up and down her body. 'No time for that,' she thought.
She went over to his PC and saw that some emails from work had appeared. As usual, she responded to them vaguely, saying he was looking into these things and would get back to them, then deleted them.
She picked up his phone. Good, it was dead. She checked his cell phone. It was still off. He probably didn't have a clue it hadn't been on in days. She turned it on and saw that he had several messages. They were from Jeri VanDoren. Her face grew hard as she heard the woman say she had more information on the ex-board members and needed to speak with Jack immediately. Her last message explained she had just heard of a meeting being called. 'Oh, she must not have gotten the memo,' Simone thought, 'what a shame.' Jack was probably the only senior board member who'd been notified. She smiled coldly as she deleted the messages. She made a note to herself that she must mention this VanDoren to Mistress next time she checked in.
Just thinking of her Mistress gave her another thrill that went through her body. She was heading out the door, when, looking back at Jack, she saw him silently mouth her name. That startled her, and she stopped. She looked at him closer, trying to imagine what he was thinking -- knowing that it was about her. She found that idea appealed to her and the tingle, which had been present the entire time, surged. She checked her earpiece. It was working. Still, the urge grew. 'That was odd,' she thought, looking at the globe. It shouldn't affect her like this, not with the earpiece on. But no matter how she tried to suppress it, she couldn't deny the growing urge she felt.
She glanced back at the handsome man fantasizing in front of her, unaware that one of her hands had slipped down between her legs to give a gentle rub. Oh, that felt good. A little bit wouldn't hurt, now would it? Her other hand found its way to one of her breasts. She let out a little "mmmmmm" sound as that feeling resonated throughout her body.
A part of her warned, 'This shouldn't be happening,' but she couldn't muster up the nerve to leave. She knew she should get out of there, shouldn't let herself get caught in the globe's influences again, but she couldn't stop herself. It felt so damned good. She found herself easing into one of the leather chairs. She heard him whisper her name, and a shudder ran through her.
"That's it, Jack," she urged quietly. "Say it. Say my name. Say my name!" He did it again, causing her to reel somewhat. It was just like she was controlling him. The urges she felt were stronger now, much stronger. She rubbed faster.
Then he started letting out little moans, obviously close to climaxing. Simone couldn't resist them. Each word, each sound he uttered was like a jolt of pure pleasure, knowing it was to her he was saying them. She was rubbing furiously now. In her mind the thought repeated itself: more and more he was becoming hers. This notion turned her on far more than she had expected. Ignoring her own warnings, she put her fingers inside her panties and started a finger moving in and out. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, stiffened, and let slip a cry as she experienced a most delicious orgasm.
With a loud cry of "Simone!" Jack did the same. He never noticed her stagger out the door.
Jeri VanDoren wasn't happy. She hadn't gotten a hold of Jack in days. That bothered her . . . a lot. She wasn't any closer to finding out what was really going on at the company. To top it off, she couldn't find some records she needed.
"Where the hell are they? I know those records used to be here." But no matter how she set her search parameters, it came up empty. "Hmmm . . . maybe the archives will have something."
They'd better, she thought, or she was in trouble.
That night Jack found his dreams to be more troubling than ever. As usual, he found himself in his den. The woman appeared again.
Over time, she'd grown more compelling, demanding more and more of him. She was incredibly seductive, though, and Jack found himself getting more aroused whenever he satisfied her. The act of giving himself to her had become so erotic. The more he did for her, the hotter he got, until finally, she would come to him, making love to him with wild abandon.
Except, this time she didn't. Tonight she was far more demanding, and far less giving. He reached out for her.
"Oh no, my dear. Not yet. What do you take me for?"
He focused his will on pulling her closer. She hesitated, then backed up. "What do you want?" he said in a tone that was supposed to be commanding, but ended up sounding like pleading.
"It's not what I want that matters. What do you want?"
Without thinking, he exclaimed, "You!" He wanted her to sit on his lap again. He wanted to make love to her on the bed that sometimes appeared out of nowhere. His focus grew stronger.
Fending him off, she said, "So you say. But you need to do much more than that, Jack."
"What do you want?" he pleaded again.
She just waited, looking at him. She wanted him to do something, but he didn't know what. He felt desperation seep in.
He fought this, saying, "Stop this! Stop this and let me--" he reached out with one final burst of energy and almost got her, but at last she forced him back.
"No, no, no," she said dismissively, but there was an edge in her voice. "If you want me, you'll have to do better than that. You don't take. You must give," she said fading away. "Give yourself to me . . . completely." And then she was gone.
He cried out in frustration, knowing he couldn't give her what she wanted. He couldn't, he thought again. Could he? He wasn't so sure anymore.
Simone let go of the globe, her hands shaking. She had wanted it to go on longer, had wanted to see him beg. But his pull on her had been far too strong, and she'd had to get out of there. After what had happened in the den that evening, she figured he'd be an easy conquest, would promise anything to her. Instead, he had almost overpowered her. The man was quite strong and kept trying to shape his dreams to his will, not hers.
But what scared her was that she had wanted him. Nothing like this had ever happened before. She felt like she had a tiger by the tail, and was trying to cage it even as it was attacking.
She frowned in frustration as she looked at her watch. Stephanie would probably be home soon. Damn. She took a deep breath to calm herself.
A little while later, after she had calmed down, her cell phone vibrated. Picking it up, she greeted her mistress, then summarized her results so far.
"The girl is mine. She'll be able to do things that I can't, so it should be easier now."
"How about Jack?
Simone hesitated. "I'm getting through to him. He definitely wants me." She described how she'd found him in the den, leaving out her own moment of weakness. She didn't mention the dream he'd just had. "He should break soon." Even as she said it, though, she wondered if it was true.
"That may be more difficult than you think, Simone."
Simone thought a moment. "I may have some help in that, Ma'am," she began cautiously. "The girl seems to be unusually adept at handling the globe. Her influence was incredibly strong in just her first use of it." She paused, unsure whether she should go on, then added quietly, "I could feel it . . . even with my earpiece on."
"Really?" her Mistress said, clearly intrigued. "I could use someone like that. You know we're stretched thin right now. We don't have much time left. The vote's in a few days . . ." she trailed off.
Something must have occurred to her, for she changed the subject. "Hey, what about Stephanie?"
Simone laughed. "I'm still keeping her busy while I work on the others." She was cut off before she could go on.
"Why don't you focus on her for awhile? She should be ready to break, too, from what you've said."
Simone smiled at the thought. "Yes ma'am. A very good idea." She looked forward to that very much.