Chapter 1

I woke up around 9:30 AM. It was the middle of the week, but I was in no hurry to get ready for work. If they needed me they would call me and I would arrive at my leasure. Unlike most people, I am in a financial situation where working is more or less optional. I went into my private bathroom and took a relaxing bath in my Jacuzzi. After my bath I came downstairs to the dining room. My "girlfriend" Sarah was almost finished with breakfast. She was a cute, attractive woman, in her early twentys, about 5 years younger then me. She had a very nice body which she almost always kept hidden under baggy clothing. She was as girlfriends go, nearly perfect. She understood her place in the relationship and had no problems taking orders. She was very obediant. She was however also very shy, quiet and introverted. Also, she was timid. These qualities would be tolerable, even desireable, if they were only in moderation. However, she was so shy and so timid that our sexual relationship was nonexistant. I hadn't even seen her naked at all except for a couple times when I secretly spied on her. She had beautiful brown hair, which would have looked so much better if it was styled right. She didn't wear any makeup, not that she needed any. Basiclly she did as little as possible to make herself attractive. Our relationship was sheerly platonic and I was getting sick of it.

After breakfast I got a call asking me to come into work. They needed me to settle a dispute over project funding. Within 20 minutes the company limo pulled up to my gate. Inside the limo one of my colleague's was waiting for me. He was a man around my age, We were both dressed in expensive suits which conveyed our importance in the business world. He looked a tad upset. "What's up Roger? Why are they calling us in today?" I asked him. " Same shit Gary. Lower management is battling it out over what projects should get the biggest share of the budget. Of course they all think their groups deserve the lions share of the budget. The vice president called us in to reach an agreement with them." I laid back in the seat and started thinking. I'd have to look at the individual projects to determine which groups received what. There were 10 research and development groups. Roger would take 5 groups and I would handle the other 5. We would write down our recommendations and that would be the end of the matter.

We pulled up to the front enterance of a grand office building. We got out and the limo pulled away. We were given the usual friendly greeting by the receptionist as we walked in. We both got in the same elevator. Roger got off one floor below me. I got off and proceeded to do my job. I had groups 1 through 5 to work with. Each group had several projects going. It was my job to determine what projects should receive further funding. I first got recommendations from the group managers then from the engineers themselves. Eventually I decided that groups 1 and 4 had several promising projects and deserved a large portion of the budget. Group 2 had two promising projects and one that was semi promising. They would get adequate funding. Groups 3 and 5 were more or less dead weight. The engineers in those groups would be transferred to more promising projects. I went back to my office to make my report.

As I was dictating the report to my secretary, there was a knock on the door. My secretary answered it. It was a short skinny man in his 30's. I could tell by his clothing he was an engineer. "Excuse me Mr. Shost, My name is Warren Fress, I am an engineer working on a project in group 3. May I have just a moment of your time please?" I knew what he wanted. He probably found out that his group was on the chopping block and was going to ask me to spare his project. I had gotten this request before, several times. "You have 2 minutes." I said to him. 'Thank you sir!" he said. "Please, take a seat." I said. He sat down in one of the chairs in front of my desk. I looked at him. "Let me guess. You have some wonderful project and you want to ensure it gets the proper funding. Am I correct?" "Yes sir!" he said. "I thought so. Ok then, explain to me why you think your project should be saved." He said the usual lines about how his project was important and gave me a cloudburst of technical jargon to back up his claim. This was the same thing every engineer tried and I saw it coming a mile away. He could see that I was getting ready to dismiss him. "Wait sir!" he said, sounding slightly desperate. "There's something I want to show you that might change your mind." he said. My curiousity piqued. This was something new. "All right. what is it?" I asked him. "It's back at my cubicle, allow me to go get it." he said. "All right, but make it snappy. You're wasting my time as it is." I said.

He came back in less then a minute. "Could we talk in private?" he asked me. He cast a nervous look at my secretary. I looked at him. "Don't worry. Constance here is my secretary. Anything you can say to me you can say in front of her." I said. He cast another nervous look at my secretary. "I would much preferr to discuss this in private. Please! It's very important!" he said. I could sense the urgency in his voice. I thought about it for a moment. "All right. you have 1 minute. You should be greatful that I'm in a good mood today." I told Constance to get me some coffee and take her time doing it. After she was gone, the engineer sat down and took something out of his pocket. It looked like a small black headband. I could tell from looking at it that the headband housed some complex electronics. "Let me first say that I overheard you one day not too long ago talking to your friend about your girlfriend." he said. Those words got my attention. "Go on." I said. He paused for a second before continuing. "Before I say anything else, I want to make it clear that this device was created by me, but I used no company resources or funding to make it, and I worked on it in my spare time." "Ok, so what is it?" I asked him.

He straightened up in his chair. "This headband, when placed on a womans head, will greatly reduce her inhibitions. It makes women open up and become more easily aroused. It also makes them completely controllable." he said. I raised an eyebrow. "You're pulling my leg right?" I asked him. His face had a dead serious look on it. "I assure you sir that I am not 'pulling your leg' so to speak. This device has been tried and tested and it does exactly what I just told you." "Ok, so you've invented a mind control device. You do know that such a device would violate ethical, not to mention legal boundries, right?" I asked him. "I know, that's one of the reasons that I didn't use any company resources to make it. If I simply destroy the device then there's no proof that it ever existed." he said with a sly smile. "Good point. Are you proposing that I take your headband in exchange for recommending that your project be given the funding it needs?" I asked him. "Yes!" he said nodding his head. "I see, well. I'll think it over and get back to you." I said to him. He nodded and left my office. I leaned back in my chair to think. This was certainly a new tactic. The guy was obviously an eavesdropper, and either a little crazy or a bold faced liar, or both. But...what if what he said was true? What if that headband could get Sarah to open up?

Later, me and Roger were heading home from work. He could see that I was in my pondering mood and didn't bother me. I was thinking about the headband. What if it actually worked? I finally decided that whether or not it worked I didn't need it. I could get my woman to open up if I tried hard enough! I didn't need any help! Tomorrow I would finish my report and his project would be axed. And I was seriously thinking of reporting him as well. I got home, determined to get more out of Sarah besides the usual friendly greeting that she gave me. I opened the door and walked into my house. Sarah was there waiting for me. She gave me the usual "Hello!" and "How was your day?" I smiled. "Sarah, would you follow me upstairs to my bedroom please?" I asked her. She looked a bit puzzled. "Ok..." she said. She obediantly followed me to my bedroom. She became really puzzled when I asked her to bend over my bed, but did so. I lifted up her skirt and placed my hand on her ass. 'W-what are you doing?" she asked. I could sense a note of fear in her voice. I stopped to think: What was I doing? Well, I was doing what many boyfriends do with their girlfriends. "Just relax Sarah. You're going to enjoy this." I said to her. As soon as I started to remove her panties, she got the message. "No! Please don't! I'm...not ready! Please just...don't!" she said. I had her panties halfway off then I stopped. She was making no move to try to stop me, but I could see her trembling. "Please...don't." she said in a small timid voice. I could see her starting to tremble harder. She had grown a bit pale as well. I didn't want to see her like that. I pulled her panties back up and dropped her skirt. I motioned for her to get up. She started crying. "It's ok. I'm not going to do it if you're not ready." I said. I sat on the bed holding her and thinking: "Why is she so afraid?" I didn't know why, but I wanted to know.

Later I called her into the den. "Lets talk shall we?" I said. She sat down on a recliner across from me. "Sarah, how should I put this? Um..." I paused to gather what I was going to say. "Sarah, I like you, alot. And I know you like me too. I took you in, gave you a place to live. Gave you a job keeping the house neat, which by the way, you do very well." "Thank you." she said smiling. I smiled back. "But as nice as it is having you around, I have some questions. Like why do you stay covered up in such baggy clothing when you have a very nice body? Why do you wear skirts that go down to your ankles?...And why are you afraid of having sex?" She sat there. I could see her growing tense and nervous. "I-It's just...well I like to dress this way." I could tell she was lying but I said nothing about it. "Ok. Earlier today, when I got home. I admit I was a little forceful and probably moving a little fast, but why were you so afraid?" I could see tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry but I just can't! I know how you feel about me. I know that you want to...do.. it...with me, but I just can't!" she said. "Why can't you?" I asked in my gentlest voice. Tears were starting to roll down her cheeks. "You wouldn't understand...but I just can't!" she said sobbing. I sat back in my chair. It was time to drop it. Let it alone for now. The poor girl was upset enough as it was. "All right." I said. "It's ok. I understand." I said in my gentle voice. She started to calm down. I got up and placed my hand on her shoulder. "Are you all right now?" I asked her. She smiled a little and nodded.

I went to work the next day, not because there was really anything to do, but because I wanted to see Warren the engineer. I found him in one of the cubicles outside my office. I motioned for him to come to my office. "Take a seat." I said. He sat down looking nervous. "I've been thinking about your...offer. Against my better judgement I have decided to accept it, but with conditions. If your headband does what you claim it does, and without any side effects, you'll get the funding you need. However, if it doesn't work or I end up frying my girlfriends brain, not only will you lose your project. You'll lose your job and I will personally see to it that you never work in engineering again." Suprisingly his nervousness went away. "Oh, I assure you it works. I've been testing it for over two years now. I've gotten women to do things that they would never do normally." he said with a proud grin. "All right, I'll arrange for a small amount of funding to be given to your project. If I get the results you promise, you'll get considerably more funding. You and your project may or may not be transferred to another group, and of course, it's your problem if it fails. Do we have a deal?" "Deal!" he said.

I arrived home carrying a small white box. inside it was the headband. It looked like a black ring. I could see complex circuitry on the inner part of it. Warren was kind enough to give me some instructions to go with it. The outer part collected light which was converted to electricity to keep the internal batteries charged. I was becoming pretty convinced that this was either for real, or a very elaborate hoax. In any case, I planned on testing it soon. Sarah was waiting for me as usual. She greeted me as usual. "Whats in that box?" she asked. "Just something I brought home from work." I said. I went upstais to my room. I closed the door behind me and took the headband out of its box. I could picture it being on Sarah, a little black stripe running across her forhead. Her obeying my every command. Well, she already did that, except when it came to anything sexual. I pictured her getting aroused and removing that frumpy clothing she always wore. I pictured her naked body lying on my bed waiting for me. My dick became hard as I pictured me having sex with her. I forced the images out of my head and waited for my erection to go away. I grabbed the headband and left the room. I found Sarah downstairs sweeping the floor. She didn't notice that I was there. I just stood and watched her. She looked so innocent. My desire to place the headband on her started to fade. I looked at the headband. How could I do that to her? She was such a nice girl, so what if she was afraid of sex? I silently went back upstairs. Back in my bedroom I once again pictured me and her having sex. I didn't know much about mind control, but I saw enough mind control flicks to assume that she would not be aware of what she was doing while the headband was on her. "Yeah... She'll never know.. I'll do it just once. She'll never know." I said to myself. I went back downstairs with the headband. Sarah was still sweeping. "Hey Sarah! Come here for a minute." She put the broom down and walked over to me. "Yes?" "I bought you something to wear." I showed her the headband. "It's a kind of tiara." I lied. I didn't give her a good chance to look at it. I quickly slipped it onto her head.

She froze for a spilt second then smiled. This would be the big test. "I want you to remove all your clothing and follow me upstairs to my room." I said. She gave me a look of mild suprise, but to my astonishment she started removing her clothing. She stood there before me, completely naked except for the headband. I could see that she was slightly embarrassed, but I could also sense that she was becoming aroused. She followed me upstairs to my bedroom. I closed my door and started to remove my pants. She noticed my erection. "Wow, you're pretty big." she said. I smiled. "Not too big for you I hope." she let out a small giggle. "I like em big." she said. "So, what do you want me to do?" she asked me. I was a bit suprised by this question. "Um. well, I..." I didn't really know how to answer that one. She knelt down in front of me and placed her hand around my cock. She started licking it with her tongue. I was suprised and amazed. Soon she was sucking on it. I was amazed at how good she was at this. Was it the headband that was making her do this? It had to be. In no time at all I shot my load into her mouth. To my suprise she swallowed it. "Wow..." was all I could say. That skinny headband had turned one of the shyest people I had ever known into an all out whore.

We had fun in my bedroom for several hours. Sarah (or the headband controlling her) knew many different positions, and she was very skilled. It was like she had been doing this sort of thing for years. Finally by nightfall we were both worn out. Despite my tiredness I willed myself to stay awake. I had to get the headband off her and move her to her own room while she was asleep. No doubt she would be asking questions come tomorrow morning. She would certainly be suspicious if she woke up sleeping next to me. When she was fast asleep, I removed her headband and carried her to her room. I went downstairs to get her clothes. I dressed her and pulled the beadspread over her. I went back to my room and literally passed out on my bed.