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From: ms.infinity@tka.com (Ms Infinity)

Subject: Story: The Boss Lady's New Toy

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The Boss Lady's New Toy
by Madame Hypnotica

He sat at his office desk lost in a daydream. His fears were
rushing over him as he wondered on that latest board meeting.
Whatever possessed him to act like that? Would he be out looking
for a new job? His presentation had gone well enough, he was
pretty sure of nailing that new contract, when out of the blue
Ms. Sinclair had started talking about company loyalty. He
cringed recalling how innocently it all started...

The tall blonde looked at each of her executives, cream of the
crop, and the best money could buy. Her steel gray eyes seemed
to pierce through all the modern rituals of the business world
and straight into their dark, primeval instincts. This was the
hunt and they were her prey. She had been told of an incident
she was not pleased with. One of her own had betrayed her to a
rival corporation. The carrot being money, of course.

When her eyes rested on him he gazed back assuredly,
unflinchingly, since he had nothing to hide. She prolonged the
gaze a moment more and then began to speak.

"We have a problem. I have been told of an extreme case of
disloyalty..." her emphasis on that last washed away all other
thoughts as somehow deep within him a litany began to chant away
in his brain.

"disloyalty is disrespect.... disrespect is disobedience....
disobedience will be dealt with..... SEVERELY!" Startled, he
jumped and an involuntary reaction of fear overcame him. Shaking
his head to clear his thoughts, he tried to concentrate on what
Ms. Sinclair was now saying.

"I can not, should not and simply will not put up with
disloyalty, now or in the future from any of you, even those who
have been with me the longest!" Again those gray eyes marched
from man to man, but he was oblivious, the chanting had started
again.

"obedience.... respect.... disloyalty is disrespect....
disrespect is disobedience...." It wouldn't stop. He pulled
back his chair and fled to the washroom, rushing to the faucet to
splash cold water in his face. It didn't help, he was very
shaken by this unforseen turn of events. What could have gotten
into him?

The phone shook him out of reverie, Tina Clark's pert voice
announced Ms. Sinclair was on the other line. "Ok, Tina, I'll
talk to her, thank you." He took a deep breath and prepared for
the worse.

"Hello, Brad." Ms. Sinclair's brandy smooth voice purred, "I
liked your presentation, but your summation left something to be
desired!" Her light suggestive laugh propelled his response.

"Why yes, Ms. Sinclair, I have no idea what came over me.
Perhaps I am beginning to get the flu? I don't know." he waited
to hear his fate.

"Well, Brad, maybe you have just been working too hard on that
presentation and you need some time away from it all." Uh oh,
this wasn't sounding too good, he thought to himself. Especially
since he had just returned from that mandatory company retreat
last Monday. He gazed at the several proposals on his desk
waiting for his attention.

"I am going to send you on a business trip for me," Ms. Sinclair
continued. "It is really low key so it won't be that consuming
for you and you might actually get a little time to relax. I'll
send Steve over to pick up the slack in your office. Tina has
worked with him before so I don't think there will be a conflict.
You'll hardly be missed, Brad." Another laugh.

"Um, I guess, I mean if that's what you want, Ms. Sinclair, I'll
be happy to go. What is the nature of the business? And what
should I take along in the way of preparations?" He breathed in
relief, it wasn't quite as bad as he thought, she wasn't firing
him after all.

"I'll be sending you a detailed file later with complete file
notes and memos on what I require. You really only need to pack
like you did for the retreat, nothing special. Everything else
will be in the file, certain needed papers, letters, and so on.
I'll have it put together later today. I want you out of here
tomorrow morning." A hanging pause. "So sorry you missed the end
of my little speech on disloyalty!" The phone went dead and she
was gone.

"disloyalty is disrespect.... disrespect is disobedience...."

He shook his head, stood and looked out his big office window.
It really was a spectacular view of the Bay. He was fortunate to
have had his choice of such a great office. Of course, he paid
for it dearly, Ms. Sinclair treated him like he was her number
one lackey. He had been on these little business trips before,
and didn't especially enjoy them. Ms. Sinclair rarely sent the
married men on these little jaunts of hers.

A small bell chimed announcing the arrival of email, he sat down
with a sigh and began to read. Five minutes later he knew little
more than he had before he read Ms. Sinclair's message. His
"detailed memos" consisted of what to take with him, very little,
the address and time he would arrive, and a password sensitive
file he was to deliver. The email ended with a little pep talk
about how important this was and how important he was being a
part of Ms. Sinclair's "home team".

He knelt in a cool dark chamber, somewhere behind him he heard
voices. Soft voices murmuring, punctuated now and then with a
gentle laugh. He could smell perfume, or maybe it was incense,
it was seductive and nagged at his memory. He should know where
he was and why. Somehow it escaped him and that fact didn't even
concern him. Now and then, music, the sound of chimes filtered
in. He was drifting in the darkness, waiting for something,
something he knew would happen. Soon.

Cool bands of thin steel encircled his wrists, ankles and neck.
A small charm-like disk hung from the neckband. If he could see
the disk, he would notice a number stamped into it. Other than
the bands of steel, he was nude. He was unsure how long he had
been kneeling, moments seemed to elongate into centuries. Time
had become meaningless as he patiently waited. He felt nothing
amiss, it seemed as natural as anything to be kneeling waiting
this way.

Thus, he had no idea when the voices had ceased until he heard
the click of heel against hardwood floor heading in his
direction. He lowered his head to the floor automatically as if
someone had pushed a button. The steps stopped inches from his
nose. Two finger snaps sounded and he rushed to get into heel
position to the left and a little behind the woman who had come
to fetch him. He scampered to keep up with her certain strides
as they progressed down to the end of the hall.

"In here, 211, over in the corner, nose to the wall." A key
clicked in the lock as he was left alone once more. He dogwalked
over to the corner, no thought of doing anything else came to his
mind. As he snuggled into position, he briefly wondered who the
woman was and where she went. No thoughts of the outside world
or anything that led up to this moment troubled him. It was a
serene existence, even the nudity and steel bands seemed
perfectly normal.

As the room settled he picked up a thread of female conversation
once more, almost audible, but still muted by distance. The
music and incense was gone, and this room seemed much darker than
the first. Soon he was aware of a soft buzzing, a kind of
whirring noise, coming from somewhere nearby. However, he was
unable to break his position to investigate the source, so he
just dismissed it as not important enough to worry about.

A disembodied female voice came from somewhere, "Turn around,
211, and look straight ahead. Wait for further instructions."

Obediently he turned around and faced the wall across from where
he knelt. A soft click and a sudden globe of light illuminated a
round plate of silver attached to the opposite black draped wall.
It hung at a level that was in line with his eyesight down the
bridge of his nose. The light danced on the silver causing it to
shiver and fluctuate. He marveled at how fascinating it really
was and gazed deeper into the shimmering silver glow.

The voice resumed, "Gaze into the silver light, you want to, you
find it so absorbing... See how it shimmers... Everytime you
gaze into the silver light you will want to do it more and
more... It feels so good... You feel so good... As I count to
ten you will become deeper and deeper attracted to the shimmering
silver light..."

"One... you cannot help yourself... Two... the light is so
beautiful... Three... you feel so content... Four... deeper
and deeper... Five... all cares dissolve... Six... you want
to gaze into the silver light... Seven... time has no
meaning... Eight... deeper and deeper... Nine... you feel so
peaceful... Ten... you want to gaze upon the silver glow..."

He could feel himself being drawn deeper under as the voice
repeated the sequence several times. Soon all around him
dissolved and all he was aware of was the calm, measured voice
leading him deeper and deeper into hypnotic surrender. Time
stood still and darkness descended once more. Oblivious to the
fact, he sunk to the floor and curled into a ball.

One immaculately enameled fingernail tapped on the phone as she
waited for her connection. Her gray eyes darted across the
monitor assessing the day's end breakdowns. It was looking very
good and she was pleased. Her review was interrupted by the
party on the other end of the line.

"Hello Celeste, Ariel here. How is our little project?" Her
rich buttery voice inquired. She gazed back at the monitor.

"Oh, hi there, Ari. It is going just as planned. Project 211 is
coming along right on schedule. I will have him ready for you by
Tuesday. I read the file and understand exactly what you want.
The transfer will be firmly in place just as you desire."

"Good! Also, I am going to fly in on Monday evening to observe
the interrogation and final performance runs on Tuesday morning.
Please have your ladies prepare my customary suite. I'll order
in some groceries."

"That sounds excellent, Ari. It will be a pleasure to have you
with us again. I'll set everything in motion. Oh, and by the
way, the residuals from last week-end's programming are very
strong. I am sure you will be very pleased with this one. I
think this is turning out to be the best project so far. I hope
the other projects we worked on are still in satisfactory working
order?" Her voice told Ari that the woman was confident indeed
that all was fine.

"Yes, oh yes, Celeste. Everything is doing remarkably well. I
have one little problem area among my upper level staff. As soon
as I trace it down I'll be setting up a new project for you. I
know you will do a good job, you haven't failed me yet!"

"Why thank you dear, it's a pleasure working with you. I'll be
seeing you Monday evening, then." The two women said their good
byes and Ms. Sinclair turned once more to her reports. She
smiled to herself anticipating an enjoyable visit to her training
facility. She must remember to pack the latest issue of "True
Confessions", she'd get a chuckle or two out of it on the plane.

Suddenly recalling that "little problem", Ms. Sinclair buzzed her
secretary. "Tina, come in here. And bring those time logs."
She didn't wait for a reply, the secretary knew better than to
keep her waiting long. Sure enough, the door opened within
moments and the conservatively dressed secretary walked in and
sat in her customary chair in one corner near the desk. She
arranged her skirt and then posed with notebook and pencil in
hand.

"Ok, Tina, I need to know who was on a week ago last Wednesday."
She peered at the young woman. "I know that since I have
instituted staggered work schedules not everyone is here at the
same time. But all I am interested in is that specific day."

"Ok, Ms. Sinclair," She murmured, eager to oblige, "Let's see..."
She began pouring over her notes, quickly flipping the pages back
to find the right day. "Ok, well, I was here, Steve... and Brad,
Gary and Stuart. Hmmm... that looks like it."

"Mike wasn't here that day? Was he scheduled?" She stared as
the girl rifled through further notes.

"No, Ms. Sinclair, Mike called in, family illness he said. He
was scheduled that day, tho. He put in for one of his personal
days." The secretary sat straight, at full attention.

"I see. Ok, that's all. Thank you, Tina," She turned back to
her work and the secretary was forgotten.

"Thank you, Ms. Sinclair," She left as quickly as she entered.
As the door closed behind her, Ms. Sinclair called up a hidden
database and started scanning numbers across her monitor. Simply
titled "The Project", it appeared to be a code, or list of
identification codes. She selected one and started reading the
accessed file.

He was sitting at a computer, his naked buttocks pressed against
a cold metal chair. He had been working for hours, his left
ankle attached by chain to the desk. He couldn't remember when
he had started working, he only knew he had to get the report
done and fast. It was as if his existence depended upon it. He
felt as if he were being chased by demons and they were ahead.

He was working on a resume of sorts, an unusual resume. He was
writing in detail about his sexual experiences starting from the
first time he could recall an erection, an orgasm and all the
details thereafter. He described the sensation of an erection
and the heady thrill of the first full penetration of a warm,
wet, tight vagina. He was naming names and telling intimate
things about himself he had never shared with anyone. Like the
way he masturbated and his forbidden secret fantasy about his
female boss, Ms. Sinclair.

This wasn't the first draft of the report. It was, in fact, the
third, the first two had been deleted from the computer as
unacceptable. He had knelt nearby, unable to speak on his own
behalf. In silence he was directed to begin again. This was his
third try. Three strikes and you are out, a wry little voice
inside chided him. He had no idea if that was true, he only knew
that this time it must be acceptable.

So on and on he typed, giving details so minute. He described
the sensations of his erections, the color of the pubic hair and
how thick it was of each woman he had ever had sex with. And
there had been a string of them. Not that he was any kind of
lady's man, but he had his fair share of sexual encounters and a
very active fantasy life. He recounted, to the best of his
ability, how each had enjoyed sex with him, the differences,
those things that seemed the same from woman to woman.

This time he included his limited experiments into the world of
so-called "kinky" sex. He wrote about the woman who liked to be
tied to the bed with scarves and then he would pleasure her with
his tongue. Blow by blow, he listed every time he could remember
he had a woman return the favor. Normally, thinking about
sinking his penis into any willing woman's mouth or vagina would
have him extremely aroused. But not now, he had to finish his
report and it had to be pleasing this time. It simply must. He
detailed every fetish he had ever experienced and those he had
sought out in sexual partners.

He could feel the tenseness in his calves as the uncompromising
chair bit into him. He wouldn't, couldn't let it distract him
from his work. If he got it right this time something good would
happen. He had no idea what that might be, but he was sure of
it. He talked about stealing his sister's panties from the
hamper so he could sniff them while he masturbated, and the time
the lady in the mall caught him staring at her shiny black high
heels. His masturbation later at home was especially fulfilling.

Then he went on to describe breasts and how he felt so attracted
by a woman's breasts. He detailed the few times a woman allowed
him to oil his penis and slide it through her breasts into her
warm mouth. He would pull it back out and slowly piston back and
forth between the large breasts, teasing himself with her lips on
the head of his penis each trip. Then, when he could no longer
take it, he would plunge into her mouth and empty himself into
her. The women he remembered the most always hungrily devoured
him and swallowed all he could give.

He talked about his experiments with anal sex. The women that
would allow him to penetrate their anus were even fewer than the
ones who enjoyed giving him oral pleasure. He described in
detail the exquisite pleasure of having the anal ring clamp down
on the very base of his penis. The deep stroking of that
extremely tight passage left him delirious. And the final
emptying of his tight testicles was almost indescribable. But
describe it he must. He typed it all, making sure to get each
sensation listed and fully described.

He mentioned the woman who had slipped a finger deep inside his
own anus during their frantic lovemaking and how he had exploded
in orgasm almost immediately. At the time, the incident had
worried him because he had no desires to engage in any kind of
sexual activity with another man. Then there were the twins,
they did it all, including licking his anus and taking turns on
different parts of his body at the same time. And the girls who
had the threesome with him. Especially the one who sat on his
face while her friend impaled herself on his engorged penis. He
went into detail concerning the taste of a freshly sexed vagina.
He described his own reactions to each encounter.

The fantasy was always the same, whether he was having sex with
another woman or masturbating alone in his bedroom. In his
fantasy Ms. Sinclair was his complete sex slave and he ordered
her to do all types of sexual acts for his amusement and
pleasure. In his fantasy he told her to lay on the floor, spread
her legs and finger herself to orgasm while he watched. Next he
would direct her to pick up a huge dildo and work it in and out
as he jacked off into her face. Maybe even straddling her body
so he could plunge between her full blown breasts squirting all
over her face at close range. Pinching her nipples as he came.

Then, in his fantasy, he would pull her by her blonde hair and
shove himself deep into her throat and roughly force her to suck
him dry. Time and time again while she begged him to stop. Then
he would push her to the floor, spread her legs wide and place
them up over his shoulders to accommodate deepest entry and push
his large hard penis deep inside her, taking her against her
will. Then flipping her over and treating himself to plunging
into her tight anus. Her cries of outrage only urging him
harder, faster and longer. In his fantasy, he continued until
his penis became raw and could no longer stir.

His fantasy ended with Ms. Sinclair kneeling at his feet naked as
his buddies all used her for pleasure and amusement. There were
penises in her mouth, anus, vagina and each hand. Each pumping
out sperm all over her. Her skin was shiny and her hair was
sticky with it. Tears coursed down her face. Over and over
again. At that point the fantasy always ended in a tremendous
orgasm and feelings of guilt the next day at work. Once he even
had to leave the board meeting because of the huge erection he
had developed. Like a guilty schoolboy, he hurriedly relieved
himself with a quick handjob in the men's room.

He wrote the words as if he was describing a day at the race
track, no passion, just facts. He had wrenched every last
incident he could recall and written about it until he could no
longer come up with anything new. Nervously, he chewed at his
lower lip trying to edit it out, smooth out the details. He sat
going over it for another half hour or so, not really aware of
the passage of time. When the report was as complete as he could
make it, he pushed the red button next to the keyboard.

Celeste sat in the control booth observing the different cubicles
via the remote cameras installed within the walls. On each
screen a different drama played itself out. She gave each one a
cursory glance until she came to number 211. There he was,
crouched on all fours, head hanging between his arms, swaying
back and forth as if to some invisible music. She switched on
the microphone.

"Relax, 211, you are becoming more and more relaxed.... you are
aware only of my voice... all else melts away as I speak.... you
hear only me.... when you hear my voice.... you feel my
presence with you.... I am with you.... you hear my voice....
you know I am with you.... you want to please me.... pleasing
me makes you happy... pleasing me means obeying my words....
you want to please me.... you want to obey my words.... you hear
my voice.... you obey.... I am with you...."

She observed his flaccid penis and made a mental note to put him
through the stallion training before Ms. Sinclair arrived. She
would see to it herself, he was an excellent specimen. His files
would be extremely useful in determining just the right sequence
of triggers. Ariel would be pleased.

"Gently, gently now, sink to the floor..." She watched as he did
just that. "you are very comfortable.... relaxed.... at ease....
at peace.... you obey my words.... I am with you...." She
repeated the obedience induction a half dozen times or so, her
sensually firm voice never altering. As his body relaxed and his
breathing became deeper, she gradually wove in the words that
would change his life. A change he would joyfully embrace. She
ended the session with some "feel good" suggestions and the
command to sleep as it was late into the night.

Celeste sighed as she clicked off the microphone. She needed a
massage, so back to the screens to see who was available. She
selected one of the more advanced subjects and buzzed him to her
inner office. Checking the screens once more, she rose and
walked back into her office.

He was already there, a handsome sort, tall, sandy blonde hair,
eyes the color of blue that would melt a less experienced woman's
heart. He was nude, of course, wearing only the training
facility customary bonds and ID tag. He stood next to her
lounging couch, hands behind his neck in a position of attention.
With a chuckle, she noticed he was obviously at full attention,
sporting a good size erection.

"Well, well, 71, it appears you are pleased to see me!" Celeste
purred. She walked around his body, touching and caressing,
giving his penis a friendly little tug. Her lips curled into a
smile as she judged the thickness of his erection. She could
extract hours of frantic sex from this man. Well trained, the
man stood still and simply submitted to her appraisal of him.

"Yes, Madame, it is always a pleasure to serve you!" He sounded
like he meant it and Celeste was pleased.

"Tell me, 71, what is your stallion index?" She questioned.

"84 per cent, Madame Hypnotica, if it pleases you." He answered.

"Good, then we can begin. I want you to remove my clothes," he
obeyed swiftly and she lowered herself onto her belly on the
lounging couch. "I want you to begin with my feet, rub with your
hands, use my aloe lotion, I want you to stop every now and then
and apply gentle kisses to my flesh... in the area you are
massaging. Don't be afraid, I want to feel you adore me." She
sighed in content.

The male kneeled and took her well-arched foot into his hands
rubbing the lotion in, massaging between her toes and each
individual toe. From time to time he bent his head and lightly
kissed each toe, daring to add a gentle suck here and there. He
continued to her other foot and then alternated up her legs. The
slave lingered on her thighs, massaging and dipping his fingers
between, close but not actually touching her vagina. He knew
better. His kisses were hot, and as he bent over she could feel
his hard penis bobbing against the backs of her legs.

Then his hands progressed up to her buttocks, kneading, massaging
and kissing as he went. She felt him suck in little mouthfuls of
flesh as he worked. His fingers stroked down between the cheeks
barely grazing her puckered anus. Next he climbed astride her to
reach her back and shoulders and began applying deep rubbing
pressure. Now she could feel his hot penis rubbing against her
buttocks as he moved up and down intent on the massage.

Despite herself, Celeste was becoming extremely aroused instead
of the relaxation she had sought. Well, perhaps this was just
what she needed to relax, she thought to herself. "Just a
minute, 71, you are doing such a good job, I want to turn over so
you can do the front. My feet and legs are fine, start with my
upper thighs." She turned over and he readily obeyed.

"No lotion! I want you to massage my vagina, in a slow
progressive way, getting closer and closer. And do not neglect
the kissing," Celeste sighed. She spread her legs as the
slave's strong hand began to massage. The massage included each
labia and even inserting a finger or two for internal massage.
She was getting more and more excited as he lowered his head to
kiss her vagina. He kissed slowly and luxuriously, interspersing
small sucks that sent icicles of desire shooting through her
body.

"Ah, nice, climb the mountain, 71." His hands reached up and
massaged her breasts as he continued kissing her labia and
sucking gently on the puffy lips. Her juices were building and
her nipples puckered into two hard little stones as his fingers
toyed with them. He momentarily moved his head up to her breasts
to suck on each hard nipple, his hands cupping each breast and
feeding them into his attentive mouth. She felt his throbbing
erection pressing against her lower belly as if it would seek
entry on it's own.

Playfully she spread her thighs open just a bit and captured his
penis right near the opening he sought. The satiny skin rubbed
against her pubic hair as he kissed each breast. She moved her
pubic muscles drawing him slowly toward her. Gradually he
squirmed until the head of his penis was barely inserted between
her labia. She felt his muscles bunch as he prepared a one-shot
full penetration. His erection had grown even more and it seemed
like he was hung like a fully aroused horse. It would be fun but
not today, she laughed to herself. She waited until she felt his
hips swivel way back and prepare the downstroke. She caught him
in midstroke just as his penis began to push deep inside of her.

"Very good, 71, now tell the tale." The words evoked the
programmed response, the slave withdrew his penis and his
leisurely kisses and attention to her nipples immediately
transformed into holding her lips apart with his two hands as his
tongue sought out her clitoris and began to suck urgently. He
began lapping eagerly at her vagina as if it was the best thing
he had ever tasted. His tongue pistoned itself in and out of her
vaginal opening. Her juices flowed freely, but none were
neglected as he served her pleasure. Celeste entwined her
fingers in his hair and held on as she began to buck against his
face, her breasts bobbing against her chest. He was tireless and
easily took her through a wave of tremendous orgasms, her juices
trickling down his chin.

"The story's over," she intoned. Immediately the slave stopped,
stood up and resumed the motionless position she had found him in
when she entered the office. His erection was even more enormous
and twitched as if it had a life of it's own. Celeste stretched,
her nudity not important as the slave stared blankly ahead.
Celeste reached around the slave, her breasts pressed against his
thighs, into a nearby drawer and pulled out a short hose attached
to a glass collection jar. She affixed the end of the hose to
his raging penis, checked to make sure it was secure, then
flipped a tiny switch attached to a small motor where the hose
met the jar. A slurping suction sound, lasting less than a
minute, produced a jar half full of fresh sperm.

The slave stood unconcerned as if what had just happened did not
involve him in the least. Celeste released his penis from the
tube, it flopped lifeless between his legs as she capped the jar
and put it in his hands. "Take this to the storage lab and you
are dismissed 71." He murmured a subdued thank you, but Celeste
had already dismissed him from her mind. She turned her back on
him and began to dress as he quietly left the room, pulling the
door shut behind him.

The tall blonde was met at the airport and ushered into a waiting
limo which silently sped to the secluded house. Ever conscious
of her corporation, Ms. Sinclair sat hunched over her notebook
computer itemizing her next weeks goals. She really needed to
relax more, Celeste had told her many times. She knew the other
woman meant well, but some things needed her direct attention.
Soon they pulled into the white graveled drive.

"Hello, my dear!" Celeste encircled her and gave her a warm hug.
"It's great to actually see you here with us again. Now, I want
you to get upstairs and relax before dinner. You'll find a
standard fixture waiting to serve you just inside the door."
Celeste actually gave her a little push toward the stairs.

Laughing, "My goodness but if you are not the pushiest person!"
Ariel exclaimed. "But I do feel a little tired. I could use a
long bath and a rub down." She sighed and allowed Celeste to
propel her to the stairs.

"Good! Dinner will be served in your suite exactly at 6:30.
Feel free to use the amenities in any way until then, dear." She
bustled away toward the back of the house. Ariel climbed the
stairs to her customary suite and smiled in anticipatory pleasure
at the "standard fixture" that waited in attention near the door.
She wondered how Brad was doing, but knew she would find out soon
enough.

"Front and center!" She exclaimed, the male stood in front of
her and bent his neck in such a way that the ID tag stamped with
the number 9 rested in her outstretched hand. Such a low number
indicated this was one of Celeste's best products, she felt
honored at being offered his services. But then, she brought
Celeste a lot of business.

"Ok, 9, dance the dance." Ariel laughed as the slave began to
gyrate his hips exactly as if he were an erotic dancer or male
stripper working on stage for a group of hungry women. "Enough!"
He stopped at once. "Now, 9, I want you to taste the fruit."
The slave's tongue protruded out and he began making licking and
suckling motions as if there were something more than empty air
in front of him. "Good, 9, now pump the sausage." He began
pumping his hand on his penis. "Enough! At ease." The slave
visibly relaxed, altho his position was still very erect.

Well, that was certainly entertaining, but now time to relax.
"Now 9, I desire service." The slave knelt at her feet, head
bowed, and murmured, "How may I be of service, Milady?"

"You can start by preparing my bath, then hang my clothes and
prepare the bed so that I may relax." She stepped out of her
heels, unbuttoned her blouse and disrobed. Her clothes dropped
to the floor where the slave would retrieve them as her bath
filled. Steam began to filter out of the bathroom as the slave
hurried around the room to do her bidding. She walked into the
bathroom, stepped into the tub and sunk into the fragrant
bubbles. The slave poured her a glass of wine from a nearby
decanter on ice, served it to her and then retreated back out to
the bedroom.

A good forty five minutes later the blonde emerged from the bath,
reluctantly as it had been deeply satisfying. She padded out to
the bedroom and saw that the slave had been busy. The bed was
open, pillows fluffed and her favorite caftan layed across it.
Her gold brocade high heeled slippers rested nearby on the floor.
The slave knelt near the head of the bed holding a silver tray of
creams, lotions and other paraphernalia she could not identify at
the moment. She strode over and selected a thick white massage
cream labeled "Madame Hypnotica's Protein Emollient".

"Very nice, well, 9 I will only need my back, neck and shoulders
attended to, but first I expect some adoration." She sat on the
edge of the bed, her full breasts swaying, and legs slightly
parted. "Come over here closer." He complied. "That's better.
Now I want you to tread with caution." Immediately he took her
foot in his hand and began sucking on each toe. She felt little
tendrils of desire awaken in her belly as her toes disappeared in
his mouth. She reached out with her other foot and toyed with
his penis, gratified to see it arouse at her attention.

Eventually both feet were well adored and she had enough, "Back
pedal, 9." At her command he sank back on his heels awaiting her
next command. His eyes were fixed on her nipples, other than
that it was as if he were alone in the room, oblivious to all
around him. His complete compliance and fixed gaze excited her,
she felt herself lubricating and wondering if he was stallion
trained as well. Most likely, being a high level product of the
household regime.

"Ok, I want you to massage my back, neck and shoulders. I want
you to slip your penis between my legs so I can hold you there."
She layed on her stomach and the slave climbed onto her back,
inserting his penis between her thighs right under her buttocks.
He began massaging the cream into her body as she clasped him to
her with her strong thighs. His penis twitched now and then
trapped against her soft, warm flesh, but his training held and
he did nothing about it. Gradually she drifted into a nap after
dismissing the attentive male to his waiting spot near the bed.

Dinner and Monday evening were uneventful. Ariel amused herself
in various ways putting number 9 through his training paces.
When she was almost ready to go to sleep she directed him to lay
on his back on the bed. Lifting her caftan up around her waist
she straddled herself across his thighs. She reached under the
pillow looking for the customary condoms kept there, pulled one
out and handed it to the male. Obediently he applied it to his
penis and then remained still.

"Stallion attention!" The blonde ordered. Immediately the male
was erect and his large penis bobbed against one thigh as she
lowered herself upon him. "Ahhh, yes, you feel very good. Buck
the bronco!" The male began plunging in and out from his
difficult position on the bottom. Ariel held onto his shoulders
as she rode her stallion. Stallion inflate!" Impossible as it
seemed, the male's penis grew even larger inside her as he
continued to pump in and out of her vagina.

And so it went. "Saddle!" And the slave pulled out of her, and
turned around so that his face was under her. Ariel lowered onto
his face and commanded, "Taste the fruit!" Instantly his tongue
plunged inside of her and his jaws worked to please her. Ariel
stayed in the "saddle" until she was totally drained, dismissed
the slave to the floor and fell into a deep, fast, untroubled
sleep.

Ariel was awakened in the morning by the soft kissing and licking
of her labia by number 9. She layed still enjoying his
attentions to her clitoris as realization of the day came to her.
This was the day all her plans for Brad would come to fruition.
He had been an excellent executive for her, he would be an even
better slave! The week end retreat had tested his capability and
prompted her to put him through the whole course. She knew it
was not money wasted. She felt a slow, easy morning orgasm
washing over her and then dismissed the slave to the floor.

She quickly ate the waiting breakfast, dressed and made her way
to the performance chambers. Celeste was already there
questioning Brad. He answered in short monotones, never breaking
the attention position or his fixed gaze. She noticed he sported
an intense erection and wondered if he had been allowed any
release at all. As if reading her mind, Celeste grabbed his
penis and roughly pumped it a few times, his hips gyrating as if
he couldn't help himself. It was obvious he had been denied any
orgasms. She pushed her breasts, easily accessible in the
topless riding suit she wore, into his face, snapped a command
and he closed his eyes, sinking to the floor.

Celeste stopped and walked over. "He is deeply under, dear, he
is totally unaware anyone but himself and I are in the room. He
will not know you observed any of this at all. I am almost done
with the interrogations, then I will put him through the final
performance runs. I think you are going to be very pleased with
your new slave. He has been well trained in all the customary
programs as well as the stallion sequence, he scored an index of
99 per cent. It doesn't get very much better than that, my
dear!" She laughed and walked back over to Brad.

The standard fixtures in the observation booth included kneeling
slaves to be used as chairs. Ariel got comfortable and watched
as project 211 was taken through all the performance runs and
then exhibited in the additional routines of the stallion.
Judging from the flushed look on Celeste's face and breasts, he
lived up to his stallion index. The blonde felt herself getting
excited watching and snaked a finger into her panties to stroke
her wet vagina. She had no idea if the fixtures in here were
stallion trained so she pleasured herself as she watched the
sexual spectacle unfold in front of her.

Finally, Celeste seemed satisfied, snapped her fingers and Brad
fell to the floor again, deeply asleep. A strange by product of
his training was that although he had sexually pleasured Celeste
in every way imaginable for over three hours, and appeared
exhausted, he had not been granted an orgasm. As he slept, his
over used, firmly erect penis throbbed urgently for relief.
Ariel licked her lips and couldn't wait for Celeste to hand her
the reins in the form of the special keywords programmed into her
new stallion.

"Well, dear, what do you think?" Celeste smiled as Ariel pulled
her fingers from her panties.

"Looks good, Celeste, is he ready for me?"

"Yes more than ready. He has all the usual triggers as any
trained here in my establishment, for servitude, stallion
service, his work back at your offices, household laborer and
some special programming just for you. We have been very busy
these last ten days. And his confessions were very useful, I
have a bound copy for you to put in your safe deposit box. I
know you will be intrigued. His biggest fantasy, poor boy, is
for you to be his total sex slave. Little does he know how far
off the mark that one is!" She chuckled at her wit.

"You may claim him tonight. I will teach you all the keywords
beforehand. For now, why not use one of the fixtures to take
care of that little problem!" She laughed again.

"No problem, Celeste, besides, I want to wait for the claiming
ceremony." The two walked off together deep in excited
conversation of things to come.

Ariel Sinclair was excited. She had put most of her executives
through Celeste's program, but Brad was different. She had been
having secret fantasies about him ever since he had started
working for her. Now all of those fantasies were about to come
true and not in some forlorn one-night stand. That would have
been so tacky, this was better, this she could savor and enjoy
for years. She was well aware of the lust she inspired in Brad,
and now that lust would be put to good use.

She dressed exotically as she prepared for the claiming ceremony.
Her breasts were showcased in a shiny studded halter that kept
them firmly encased but fully exposed. A matching leather skirt
with zippers up each side, black spike heels, hose and long
leather gloves completed her ensemble. She wouldn't be needing
panties, she intended to fully claim her new toy.

She descended the stairs and made her way to the performance
chambers for the second time this day. But she felt like a
teenager on her first date, her stomach fluttered. "Damn it!"
She thought to herself, "I am not a tender virgin about to swoon
from the power of first love!" She set her jaw and marched into
the room Celeste had designated. He was already waiting for her,
kneeling, head down to the floor.

Ariel walked up to Brad and began, "The meeting is on," She
intoned. Immediately Brad awoke, stood up and assumed the
inspection position his hands behind his nick. She giggled to
himself imagining him doing this at the office upon her utterance
of that key phrase. "Taste the fruit." He stuck out his tongue
and motioned in empty air as if he were deep inside her vagina
and giving her intense pleasure. His expression remained the
same, fixed and impassive. "Climb the mountain." He reached
over and began kneading her breasts, bending to kiss and suck the
erect nipples. "At ease." He stopped and stood motionless.

"Declare!" She demanded. For the first time since she had seen
him here, Brad spoke. "I am your slave, Ms. Sinclair, please use
me to the fullest extent as you desire." Exactly as Celeste had
promised. The tall blonde walked over to the claiming throne and
made herself comfortable. "I claim you!" The words caused the
slave to insert his head under the seat of the ornate chair as
Ariel bent down to clip his neckband to the leg rings. The
claiming throne was close to the floor so Ariel found she was
actually sitting exactly on Brad's nose and lips.

"Taste the fruit!" Again his tongue came out, but this time it
met with her excited flesh and began to labor to please her. She
stretched her legs out and rested her high heeled feet on his
hard penis, now and then pushing the heel into his flesh slightly
as a new thrill would course through her body. She wanted more
tho, she wanted to test his stallion index , feel herself impaled
upon him. At last all her fantasies were coming true right here
and now.

"At ease!" She stood as Brad removed his tongue. "Strawberry
kisses," She commanded. The slave began to masturbate, getting
harder and larger as she watched. She sat down once more but
leaned forward so that his tongue made contact with her anus.
"Taste the fruit," His tongue immediately began licking and
sucking at her anus. She bent over and unrolled a condom down
his turgid shaft. She allowed him to continue to masturbate as
she contemplated her next move. His tongue tirelessly swirled
around and in her puckered anus. "At ease!" Brad became still
once more.

She released him from the claiming throne. "Stallion
attention," he became erect as she positioned herself on the
floor cushions. "Walk the dog!" She commanded. Obediently,
Brad knelt behind her and inserted his huge penis into her vagina
from the rear. "Stallion inflate!" He grew even harder, longer
and thicker. As he began pistoning in and out of her, the
urgency she felt almost propelled her to the floor. She bucked
back against him, feeling his testicles slap against her
buttocks. Her breasts swung back and forth, grazing the soft
cushions.

Eventually the sensation was diminishing as she was becoming so
wet it was hard to feel any orgasmic spasms. It was time to take
this to another level. "At ease!" Brad obediently pulled out
and waited for her next command. She ran her hand against her
sopping vagina and smeared the juices further back between her
legs. "Dig the hole!" She clenched her teeth as Brad gently
worked his huge penis completely into her anus. She pushed back
to receive the last few inches a little harder. It was a
tremendous feeling, just like she knew it would be.

Brad began pumping in and out of her again, this time pulling out
incredibly slow, then pushing back inside in one long fast
stroke. Just the way she liked it. Celeste was very good at her
work. Each pull out was brought just to the edge of release,
slowly, so slowly she thought she would cry out, then pushed back
in hard and fast. "Stallion inflate!" Again Brad's penis grew
with such enormous proportions she was sure something would get
damaged. But she was heedless of caution now and urged him on in
fast animal sex until the tears followed, tears of ecstatic joy.

The tall blonde with the steel gray eyes surveyed the scene
before her. In her absence, another instance of company
disloyalty had surfaced. She was about to put a stop to it. She
buzzed Tina to put through her call.

"Hello, Mike." Ms. Sinclair toyed with the little silver disk in
her hand, "Maybe you have just been working too hard on that
merger, you need some time away from it all." She smiled to
herself at his perplexed objection. His reasoning was weak, too
weak to dissuade her. "I have an excellent proposal for you.
Something that could turn into a new project I am very excited
about. Could mean a promotion for you." She hinted teasingly.

This silenced him as she continued.

"I am going to send you on a business trip for me," Ms. Sinclair
continued. "It is really more like a week-end retreat of sorts.
I think it will be extremely good for you and you might actually
get a little time to relax. I'll send Brad over to pick up the
slack in your office. Tina has worked with him before so I don't
think there will be any conflict. You'll hardly be missed,
Mike." She laughed as she hung up the phone.

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