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"Sure, why not."

"Good. Now, stretch your legs out and keep them flat on the table. You may open them and hang them at the sides of the table if you wish. I am going to straddle the table in back of you and try to work on that neck of yours. Sometimes deep massages can be quite therapeutic for problems such as these." Dr. Prichard leaped in back of her like a kid in a candy store full of excitement. "That's it, Paula, now just lean back into me and rest your head on my chest." Ms. Plummer was beginning to feel embarrassed and quite uneasy. She was starting to get a sensation. It was something she never had before. She seemed to be responding to Debra in a sexual way, although she certainly didn't want to admit or show it. She just kept it inside, but Debra knew this and made sure she touched and fondled her breasts on and off by accident, at least she made it look like it was accidental. "Good, now take in a few deep breaths for me while I work this neck and try to get all the kinks out. By the way, have you thought any more about my proposal?"

"Surely you can't be serious...oh yes that feels so good...um...serious about Tara White?"

"I am absolutely serious. She has made wonderful progress since being here and I think it would a good opportunity to continue our work assignment program."

"Ennnn...yessss...that program is only for those who are on the road to recovery. Tara white is a homicidal maniac!"

"That was her past. She is a very intelligent woman. She can be of good service to you in your office. You have needed an office assistant for quite some time now, haven't you?"

"My secretary does an efficient job for me....oh that's it...right there."

"Well I know she does, but you said it yourself, she is overworked."

"Oh sure, and what do I do when Tara decides to attack me or slit my throat?"

"That won't happen. I told you about the collar. If she comes within a foot of your desk she will be shocked. Even if you leave your work station to go somewhere else in the office you will be wearing a ring that has a button you can press to shock her if she attacks you. She really does want to work. She is getting bored all cooped up in that room."

"She is practically insane and she gets me nervous. No one in their right mind would agree to this; now, end of story!"

"I see." Dr. Prichard finished working on her neck and got up. Paula did the same and she was about to get her clothes and put them back on when she was stopped, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I thought you were done."

"We are not done here yet. I am going to get a hot towel. You need some heat treatment."

"I don't think that is necessary. My neck feels a lot better now, thank you."

"Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?"

"No, I...no...of course not." Paula seemed confused.

"Then get back up on that table, you are my patient." Debra smiled and went to another room to get the towel ready."

While Dr. Prichard was getting ready, Ms. Plummer snuck her fingers down in between her legs. She was hot but she didn't want the doctor to see it. The massage and occasional touching of Debra's hand to her breasts and her chest on her back had secretly turned Paula on. She was in the midst of an orgasm and was trying to get off before Debra got back. What she didn't know was that Debra had a two way mirror she used sometimes to observe patients while they were being treated in her office by a nurse. It was even equipped with a secret camera to film everything. She was carefully studying Ms. Plummer and watching her as she played with herself. Then she decided to just spring out of nowhere with the towel suddenly.

"What are you doing, Ms. Plummer?" She said in a very loud tone.

"Oh I was just...oh nothing..." She started to say.

"Really, it looked to me like you were playing with yourself?"

"No...oh no...definitely not. I was...well...I was...I was j...just adjusting my panties." She didn't know what to say and fumbled out the words.

"So, I see. One would think you were some sexual pervert if you were indeed playing with yourself. Now you don't have those kinds of problems do you, Ms. Plummer?" Dr. Prichard simply loved the way Paula turned red with embarrassment.

"Oh no, of course not, really I don't." She sunk down into the table with shame.

"It is a good thing, Paula, or we would have to keep you here for an evaluation. Now, you wouldn't want that would you, dear?" Debra said with the most ominous tone of voice.

"Oh please don't, Dr. Prichard. I really was just adjusting it. I swear!" The poor woman became terrified.

"Well, now, I hope you are telling me the truth. We don't take well to sex offenders and sexual perverts in this facility and something like that could cost your position!" She twisted the dagger in further.

"I understand, and no, Dr. Prichard. I swear to you that I am not a sex offender. Please believe me. It just appeared that way." Ms. Plummer began to beg her. She almost felt like crying as Dr. Prichard was ripping her confidence to shreds.

"Very well, but I think I am going watch you more closely from now on." She looked right into Paula's frightened eyes and made her cower in shame. "Here, let me put the towel on your neck now."

"Oh yes, that feels good. It is a little hot though."

"It is supposed to be, Paula. I want that heat to just sink deep down into your neck and relieve all that pent up pressure." She made her voice sound extremely sexy. She knew this made Paula wet even more. With her legs spread open on the table she could see the nice little wet spot on her white panties. Paula was getting drenched. She was about to implement her plan. "I am going to give you a shot instead of pills this time. It will help to ease up that problem and you will feel a lot better in a few days."

"What kind of a shot?" She perked up.

"Oh it is just an anti-inflammatory. I don't give them out too often but in your case it will help a great deal. I will be right back." Again she went into the back room, but she was not getting anti-inflammatory medicine. She was filling up her needle with a highly potent ******** ****. She came back out and said,

"Okay, now just give me your arm and relax." She stuck the needle in her arm.

"Emm..."

"Good, now just sit there and relax a bit. I want you to try something with me. I am going to point to you with my right arm and I am going to lift it up and down. I want you to do the same with your left arm since that is where the neck pain extends from. You are going to just follow my finger and arm as it goes up and down. You will do the same with your left arm mimicking me and we will try to loosen up that muscle. Are you ready, Paula?"

"Yes." She said in a very gentle voice. She was already feeling the heavy relaxation effects of the **** she was given.

"Good girl. Now watch me carefully, Paula. My arm goes slowly up and then slowly down. It goes up and then slowly down. Now repeat it with me."

"It goes slowly up and then slowly down."

"That's right it goes slowly up and then slowly down. Keep looking at my finger, Paula. You must concentrate on my finger as it goes slowly up and slowly down. You must look at my finger as it goes slowly up and slowly down. It is a funny thing when you look at something so carefully; you begin to grow very tired. You want to keep watching my finger as it goes slowly up and slowly down but it gets harder and harder to do. You feel so heavy now and so very tired and ******, but you must keep watching as it goes slowly up and slowly down. You feel that don't you, Paula?" The heightened relaxation from the injection combined with Dr. Prichard's slow, melodic and sexy voice was having its designed effect on Ms. Plummer. She was indeed having a hard time keeping her eyes open.

"You do feel that, don't you, Paula. You really would like to ***** now. Answer me, Paula."

"Yes, I would really like to ***** now."

"Watch my finger as it goes slowly up and slowly down. Would you like me to allow you to ***** now, Paula?"

"Yes."

"Beg me to let you ***** now, Paula."

"Please let me ***** now."

"Very well, Paula if you insist. Now close your eyes and go to *****. Paula, go to ***** for me. Even though you are closing your eyes and *****ing for me you are still going to be able to hear my voice. In fact, in a few minutes, you are going to open your eyes but remain a*****, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Good girl. You are going to do whatever I say. Each command will be obeyed to the letter. Do you understand?"

"Yes...to the letter...I understand."

"I am going to ask you questions and you are going to answer them. I am going to give you commands and you are going to follow them. Now open your eyes."

Paula Plummer opened her eyes. She could see and hear everything but she was in a very deep trance. She was about to be invaded and her privacy opened up. In her office she was strong, secure and in control of everyone; but here, she seemed more like a ***** begging to explore a whole new world. Paula had truly been caught off guard. Her mind had been opened up and she was about to become the very thing she always abhorred, especially to men, a plaything. Only, she was not to be a plaything with a man but a woman; a woman driven by sexual appetites and alien needs; a woman whose only purpose in life was to find sexual pleasure from her deepest desires. It was a flame to be sure. It was fire on high and water deep below. Only this water would flow from the very soul of her victim.

"Well, look at you, Ms. Plummer, all comfy and sexy. You weren't really adjusting your panties before, now were you?"

"No."

"Tell me, Ms. Plummer, what were you really doing with your fingers before?"

"I was playing with myself."

"Indeed, such a naughty girl, playing with yourself. It seems I do have a sexual pervert here, don't I?

"Yes, Dr. Prichard."

"Yes, what, Ms. Plummer?"

"Yes I am a sexual pervert, Dr. Prichard."

"Look straight into the mirror as you answer all my questions, Paula. Now, what were you playing with, Ms. Plummer?"

"I was playing with my crotch."

"No, you were playing with your wet, little pussy. Now tell me what you were playing with."

"I was playing with my wet, little pussy."

"You do have such a hot, little pussy, and I think you want to display it for me don't you?"

"Yes."

"Go ahead, Ms. Plummer, display yourself for me. I want you to take down those wet panties and pull them off of your legs. Do it for Dr. Prichard."

"Yes, Dr. Prichard." She slid down her panties and let them fall off the table.

"I want you to take your fingers and start rubbing, like before; when you tried to sneak off an orgasm like a naughty girl. You need to rub that pussy don't you?"

"Oh, yes, I need to rub my pussy." Paula moaned out. She took her finger and rubbed her clit up and down. She would occasionally push her middle finger and index finger inside her wet, slit. She wanted to have an orgasm. She needed to have an orgasm.

"That's it, rub it around for me. Get it nice and wet. You love to play with yourself. In fact you can't get enough of playing with yourself. From this moment on you will realize that you are just a sexual pervert. You will think about this so often that you feel compelled to actually get treatment here in your own clinic; and you will get treatment or you might lose your job, isn't that true, Ms. Plummer?"

"Yes, I must get treatment or I can lose my job." She said almost sobbing.

"And you don't want to lose your job do you, Ms. Plummer?"

"No...please, Dr. Prichard, don't tell anyone. I don't want to lose my job!" Paula was completely broken.

"Very well, Paula, it will be our little secret. Just remember that you are my patient now, and must do all that I say in order for you to recover from those disgusting acts."

"Yes, Doctor."

"Remember, you are just a pent up little, slut, isn't that true, Ms. Plummer?"

"Yes, I am just a pent up little, slut...ohhhhhhhh yessss...emmmm..." She was playing hard with her vaginal lips.

"Tell me what you are. Say, I...Ms. Plummer am a pent up slut."

"I...Ms. Plummer am a pent up slut."

"Keep rubbing it, Paula...rub that wet hot pussy for me. Do you like my breasts, Paula?" She opened up her blouse and took off her bra and held them out for Paula. She was dangling them in front of her eyes.

"Yes, I love your breasts, Dr. Prichard."

"I know you do. I'll bet you were thinking about them before as I made them touch your back. You are such a slut, aren't you? You keep in your office pretending to do work, when secretly you are just a little pervert playing constantly with your pussy, isn't that true, Ms. Plummer?" She was beginning to plant thoughts in the director's mind. She was getting her sexed up and programmed all at the same time.

"Yes I am a little pervert playing with my pussy all the time."

"Yes, you love to secretly play with your pussy all the time. You will continue to secretly play with your pussy all the time. In fact it is all you can think about, and you will think about it every single day from now on won't you?"

"Yes I will think about it every single day."

"Good, you almost feel like a nymphomaniac right now and you need me. You need me badly...very badly. Gee, Ms. Plummer, you are such a pervy-slut now; you may really need to have yourself institutionalized, isn't that so?"

"Yes."

"Yes, you feel like committing yourself to the very clinic that you run, correct?"

"Yes, I feel like committing myself to the very clinic that I run."

"Good girl, but that is something we will think about later on. Now, I am going to sit on your lap and you are going to suck on my nipples. You want to be a good girl for me and suck on my nipples, don't you, Ms. Plummer?"

"Yes, I want to be a good girl and suck on your nipples."

Dr. Prichard sat on the table on her lap and made her suck on her nipples. She went back and forth with them and made her bite on them. She gave her a deep kiss and stuck her tongue in her mouth. She lingered her tongue and the tips of both of their tongues met each other. She reached down into her own wet pussy and sloshed her fingers in and out of it; then she began to put them in and out of Paula's as well. Each time she took her fingers and put them in Paula's mouth she told her to 'suck'. Paula sucked with joy. She was eager to taste the wet juice that Debra was putting in her mouth. It was like a sexy lollipop and each time she put a finger in Paula's mouth she then took her other hand and put fingers in her pussy. She licked up and down on Paula's breasts and under her neck and on her chest. She grabbed her hair and fondled it. She played with it and yanked on it. She drew her head back and nibbled on her chin and lips and tenderly bit them. She would slide the tip of her tongue up and down on Paula's neck. She did each side and then she made Paula do the same. She would tell her to 'observe and then copy'. After a while, the words were automatic and Paula mimicked everything that Debra did. They went back and forth and slid each others' pussies up and down. Each friction caused more moaning and each moan caused more orgasms. Each woman began to connect until they were beginning to become one with each other's body. The sexual, frenetic play became louder and louder; and hotter and hotter. Both bodies became intertwined. They were like pretzels wrapped around each other; and after a while Debra made Paula slide down on the table and she took her thighs and wrapped them around her head. She made her lap up her pussy until the wetness flowed out and into her mouth. Dr. Prichard was humping Ms. Plummer's face and mouth. She was humping it hard, very hard. She began to scream out in ecstasy and as she did so she came with multiple orgasms deep inside of Paula's mouth. She wedged her pussy lips tightly into her mouth and she grinded more and more until there was nothing left and she squeezed her juice out completely like a ripe orange drained. She was exhausted. She rested atop Paula as sweat rolled off her body. Both women were in a pool of sweat. Paula had come all over Debra's fingers as she had been fingering her while she was riding her mouth.

Debra took her two fingers and rested them beneath her pussy and said, "Suck, I want you to lick it all off my fingers, you little slut. Suck all of your juice off my fingers and look at my pussy while you do it. I want you to remember my pussy and crave it, Paula. You will do nothing about it but deep inside you will crave it to the point where you will need to finger yourself when no one is around. You will crave my pussy won't you, Paula?"

"Yes I will crave it." Paula took her lips and wrapped them around her fingers as if they were a nice, juicy cock. She slurped on them and sucked on them. It was like she was doing a blow job. She could barely keep her eyes off of Debra's pussy. The hunger in her soul was satiated for the moment, but Dr. Prichard already planted the seed; the never ending hunger seed.

"Get dressed and remain seated on the table." Dr. Prichard ordered. "I want you to remember my arm and my finger that goes slowly up and slowly down." She began to do the motion. "Whenever someone goes slowly up and slowly down with their arm and finger you begin to fall into a deep trance. You will want to follow the arm and the hand for a while; and then you will want to go into a deep trance and *****. Remember, when the arm goes slowly up and slowly down."

"Yes, when the arm goes slowly up and slowly down." She began to go into an immediate trance and wanted to close her eyes.

"That's right, Ms. Plummer, just close your eyes and listen to my voice. You will not remember what took place here today other than the fact that your neck feels better and I attended to it properly. You will, however, remember all the suggestions that I have made to your life; the need to play with yourself all the time while no one is watching, and the need to finger yourself while craving my pussy. You will remember that you are a sexual pervert now and your only help is through me. Only I can secure your position now. You will keep it all to yourself. It will make you feel nervous and on edge, but you will keep it all to yourself. You will keep it all to yourself except the need to get treatments from me since I now know your perverted little secrets. You will not know why you now have lesbian tendencies but you will begin to realize they are there. Now, I have a new thought for you. You like the idea of Tara White working in your office. In fact you now crave it and need it. The idea is so strong in your mind that you can't put it off any longer. You will allow Tara White to work in your office. Now tell me what you are going to do?"

"I will allow Tara White to work in my office."

"Good girl. Now I want you to ***** for a while, but when you awaken you will feel refreshed and extremely fulfilled. After a few hours of this blissful feeling you will start to have those cravings. You will remember the disgusting sexual perversions and start to play with yourself. They are unstoppable cravings and you will indulge yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Very good, now go to ***** for a while."

"Yes."

"That's my good little pet."

...To be continued

What exactly is a feeling of love? Is it joy, tenderness, happiness, peacefulness, contentment, or is it something more? Is it the highest climb of spirituality or the most gifted physical union available? Love takes many shapes and has many needs. It can be of two people or it can be the love of life itself, perhaps. Can a solitary person, completely alone, really understand what love is; or does it simply become the love of work or the love of art, science, history and so forth. It can even become the love of an addiction or the love of materialism; and maybe even the love of oneself. Is love an attempt at a union between two people longing to care, share, and dream? Will it build on the uniqueness of their character and emotions to the point of almost attaining oneness in their desires and feelings towards each other? Perhaps the question is insoluble. Then we have the love for hatred, now what is that? Is it a need to possess, control, manipulate, dominate, destroy, *******; or enable a sadistic preying upon thereby creating a means of pleasure; something we may call sick love? Now we come to the overwhelming pleasure afforded to us by lust. The fine line between love and hate can lead to destruction just as surely as the fine line between lust and love can blend so well that neither good nor evil can fully understand the two. Is lust an overwhelming need or an addiction to that which is ultimately unattainable? We may sink our brains into these questions and never find an answer. Dr. Melody Forbes will find herself wrestling with these questions and her very sanity by which she will make her next move.

"Tim, I really need to talk to you." She took him by the hand and sat him down on the sofa.

"Sure, honey, what is the problem? Are you back to black hair again?" There was a mutual connection; a tender moment; a brief flicker of the union they always had.

"Yes, well it is my natural color. I got tired of the brown. How deeply do you love me?" She appeared to have soggy eyes. It was as if she was thinking about the question for quite some time.

"I love you more than I could ever put into words. You and the girls mean everything to me."

"I am very happy to hear that." She wiped away a tear.

"You don't look happy?" There was a strong pounding in his heart. Her tears showed a depth of feeling he had not seen in a long time. It was a striking difference from the always calculating and strong doctor she was.

"I want you to know that I love you very much. You have been everything and more than I need from a man."

"So you are saying you are happy with me then?"

"Yes I am happy with you. I only want you to understand that women may have needs that men do not understand." She brushed her hair aside and strained at those words.

"Mel, what is going on here? What are you trying to say? You are kind of scaring me now." His body began to feel a chill. It was like a presence, something evil drifting into the moment. You just said that I was everything and more than you need from a man. Is that really true?"

"In terms of love yes?" She closed her eyes for a few seconds trying to wash away the evil thoughts but they would not go away.

"What other term is there, Melody?"

"Things!"

"What kind of things?"

"Just things, terrible, nasty things that most people wouldn't even consider." Her look was ominous.

"This case has gotten to you, hasn't it?"

She looked away briefly but he followed her eyes, "I...the truth is...I don't really know who I am anymore."

"What do you mean you don't know who you are? You are Melody Forbes, a great doctor, who at times thinks more of her patients than she does her own family and herself; and yet she is the most caring and loving person I know." He reached towards her for a hug and she embraced him. She needed the bonding. She needed something to ground herself.

"I may be entering into a really dark hole, and it may be one that I cannot get out of. I want you to always remember what we had, and the wonderful moments we shared together." Now a full stream of tears ran down her face and he tried his best to kiss each and every one of them."

"You are my wife. You are my lover. You are the very heart and soul of my being. How can you possibly think otherwise?" He began to shed a tear as well.

"Will you still think of me that way when someone else possesses my body?" The words were a shock to him. He opened his mouth briefly and then closed it. There was silence and staring for a few minutes. The words seemed in disbelief to both of them.

"She has gotten to you, hasn't she?" He could feel some anger building inside.

"I didn't know there were such things that she makes me feel."

"That fucking bitch! I am gong **** her with my own two hands!" She had never heard her husband vent anger with the need to **** before.

"Now, Tim, don't be thinking anything foolish!" She implored.

"What was it that you promised me, Mel?" He was looking directly into her soul.

"I promised to stop the minute that I felt she got to me."

"And has that minute occurred?"

"It has and beyond." She spoke softly as if the lightening of the words could be distracted by the smoothness of an easy breeze coming from her lips.

"What do you mean by 'beyond'? Have you done anything with this woman?" His former expression of tears and tenderness gave way to the impending fire of anger. It was clearly seen within his eyes.

"You won't understand. I can't even understand."

"What have you done, Melody?"

"I let her get to my mind!"

"Just your mind?"

"I think she has gotten into my soul."

"You have left out one thing, haven't you?" His experience with his wife lent him an ability to elicit knowledge by prying apart the barriers much as she had done with her patients. He was almost sounding like a psychiatrist himself. He was looking for a definitive answer.

"I love you too much to keep anything from you."

"What have you done?"

"I let her f...fondle me." She squeezed the words out.

"You let a ****er fondle you?"

"Yes."

"Did you let her fuck you as well?" His sharpness was blunt. It was like a perfect arrow; but into whose heart was it about to plunge.

"She was filthy and nasty; and I enjoyed it. I had an orgasm." The words were like a blind light penetrating into his brain. He could hardly look upon her.

"I am taking the girls and going to my parent's home to think this through."

"Tim, I..."

"There are no words to comfort my soul right now, Melody. You have just ripped it out! You have not been the same since you met this woman. The only thing that has changed for the better recently is our sex life; and I suspect, that somehow, this evil woman has even influenced that." His perception seemed astonishing to her.

"I never planned this." Those were the last words spoken. He got up and prepared to go and pack some things. She did not hear another word from him. She stood up and gathered some strength. In her own mind the pronouncement to herself was guilty as charged. It was the darkest moment in her life. She felt as if she lost him forever. In one brief moment her lust and degradation may have cost her marriage. It was a moment where love was sucked away from a human being's life. She went to the bathroom and threw up. Later she redid her makeup and eyeliner. She was getting ready to go to work.

"So, you made a decision after all?" Tara asked as Dr. Prichard closed the door.

"I have risked many things to be here." Dr. Forbes said with a shaky voice. What she did not know was that Dr. Prichard lingered outside the locked door.

"Indeed you have, Doctor, please sit down. I was just about to have some breakfast. Don't be a shy little girl now." Tara sat down as well and fiddled with the oatmeal. They both sat across from each other at the small table.

"Why are you not in restraints and why are you dressed that way?"

"Do you like my new attire? I look just like you now, very business like." She smiled.

"I don't understand."

"I am part of the work/rehabilitation program now."

"I did not order that up for you." Dr. Forbes looked directly into Tara's eyes. She wanted to act strong.

Tara dipped the plastic spoon in some oatmeal and then flicked it into Melody's face,

"Don't come in here thinking you are in control of the situation, Dr. Slut!" She said as Melody took a napkin off the table and wiped her face.

"I think you need to join me for some breakfast." Tara quickly got up in a rage and took the bowl of oatmeal and the spoon with her. Dr. Forbes tried to get out of the seat but Tara pushed her right back down. She stood in back of her and then put her hand over her nose and pinched it,

"Open up, bitch, you are hungry!" She tossed the bowl on the table and spit into the oatmeal. She then took a spoonful and shoved it into Dr. Forbes' mouth. "Now, eat! My hungry little bitch!" She continued to shove spoon after spoon of the oatmeal into the doctor's mouth.

"Eeeeeerrmphh, erlellreelrl, ggghghg...stop!" Melody shouted out, but Tara continued to make her swallow the food with her spit in it.

"Taste good, bitch? Don't you ever fucking come in here dictating to me again! Do you fucking understand me?" She pulled up on her chin and made Dr. Forbes look directly into her eyes then she dropped her head back down and went back to her seat. Melody was shaking like a leaf. She didn't know if she should get up and leave. She thought Tara might attack her if she did so, so she just sat there.

"I think an apology is in order, don't you, Doctor?" Tara asked menacingly.

"I...I'm sorry, Tara." Doctor Forbes said while feeling totally defeated.

"Apology accepted, Doctor. Now, to answer your impending question, Dr. Prichard ordered it up for me.

"You do realize," Melody was cautious in her tone of voice as she feared upsetting her, "that Ms. Plummer has to ultimately approve this?"

"But of course, and she has approved it. I will be working directly in her office." It was amazing how Tara could change her disposition from one of terror back to business; and even sound soft and serene.

"Ms. Plummer would never approve of this. After all, you are schizophrenic." Melody moved back in her chair expecting another attack, but none came.

"I don't think you know Ms. Plummer as well as Doctor Prichard does. She has some hidden secrets that no one knows about; besides, her former secretary just decided to leave. No one knows why, so Ms. Plummer needs someone in the office now. That someone is me, got it, bitch?" Her eyes bulged out.

"So she left, or was she influenced by you in some way?"

"What does it matter. I control nearly all the minds in this facility now anyway."

"How are you doing this, Tara?"

"I see, the questions again, Doctor. Yes, you have so many unanswered questions. Still, you have decided to accept my challenge by being here today, haven't you?"

"Can't we please just be open and honest with each other now?" She pleaded.

"You are here for answers and sexual release. Do not pretend it is otherwise. Tell me, Doctor, just how wet were you before entering into this room? Have you thought about me a lot? Tell me the truth, Doctor."

"I have probably lost my husband by coming here to see you today."

"And why is that?"

"I told him."

"You did what?"

"I told him about, well, you know what happened...and what you did to me!"

"I will say it again; you really are a stupid bitch, aren't you?"

"Is it stupid to love someone and care about him so much that I need to be honest?" "You are truly innocent in so many ways, Dr. Forbes. It will be a pleasure corrupting you. Now I ask you again, how wet were you before entering into this room?" "I was soaking wet, Tara. What have you done to me?"

"What makes you think I did anything to you?"

"I have dirty thoughts now and I think about sex a lot. I was never this preoccupied about it."

"I opened you up to some new ideas. The rest you have done on your own. Apparently these things have long been suppressed and needed to come out. They are a part of your being now. So you have wrecked your marriage to give in to your desires. Are you willing to wreck your family as well?"

Melody didn't like that, "What does that mean?"

"It means you have two beautiful ********* and perhaps..."

"Never! Do not even go there!" She stood up.

"Sit back down!"

"No, I am leaving here. You are vile and disgusting."

"I said sit back down, now! If you go out that door don't ever come back here. I won't say a word to you ever again. I mean that, Dr. Forbes. Melody gave it some thought as she was heading out and then turned around and came back. She sat down again.

"Good girl, you really do need what I can give you and you know this. At least you are honest in that regard. Stand back up for a minute."

"But why?"

"Just do it." Melody stood back up.

"Take off your jacket and toss it on the bed." She did so. "Now, I want you to unbutton your blouse as far down as you can go while leaving it on. I want you to slip your shoulders above the blouse and I want you to pull down your bra and take out your breasts. I want to see those breasts and nipples sticking right out for me."

"Tara, please!"

"Do as I say. You already gave up your husband for me, and now you are going to give up your body as well."

Melody did as she was told and out came her breasts above her bra cups, "Very nice, I love your breasts. You have perfect little orbs. How does it feel to be on display for a criminal? How long have you known you were a lesbian, Doctor? You may sit down now."

Dr. Forbes sat back down with her breasts fully exposed in Tara's room, "It does not mean I am a lesbian."

"Then what would you call it, Doctor?"

"I don't know, but I just..." She cut her off.

"You just can't understand why you keep acting like a slut in front of me, now can you?"

"No, I am lost." She sounded dejected.

"On the contrary, dear, you have just found yourself. You may not even know it, but perhaps you had latent homosexual needs for a long time now."

"Don't just tell me that!" She became indignant.

"The first part of overcoming a problem is by not denying it. Isn't that true?"

Melody felt defeated again. She had used such words many times with her patients and said, "I am not gay. I was never that way."

"Now, now, my dear, it is all right. We will explore your lesbian tendencies together." Tara acted very smug. "How often have you been thinking about me, Doctor?"

"I can't seem to stop thinking about you, ever since the first day we met. You are in my mind almost constantly now."

"And that makes you feel hot, sexy, and horny doesn't it?"

"Yes. You got into my head somehow. I suspect you did this with all those women. When I look into your eyes they make me want to do things. Your eyes can make people do things. I need to know how you are doing all this stuff. What are you?"

"Dr. Forbes, do you believe that humans are the only beings in the universe?"

"Well there is no valid proof to suggest otherwise, but I can't believe our universe is without other living creatures besides us."

"That is a sensible answer. Yes, there are other beings in the universe."

"Okay, now what are you saying? Are you saying that you are not human? Cause, if you are I can help you. I have had several patients who had this fixation disorder and thought they were aliens."

"Don't insult my intelligence now, Doctor. Perhaps you are not yet ready for answers."

"No, Tara, please...please give me some answers." Doctor Forbes begged. Just then the buzzer went off in the room and the intercom had Dr. Prichard's voice on it. She announced she was coming in.

Melody panicked, "No, no, she can't see me this way!"

"Stay, Doctor! If you make one move of any kind we are finished." Tara said sternly.

"Please, I can't stay like this. Dr. Prichard doesn't like me anyway. She will get me fired if she sees me like this and there will be a scandal. Please, Tara!"

"You will stay, Doctor. You will keep your titties exposed for me! Remember, I am in control here. Now stay, Doctor!" And like a good little girl, Melody remained seated.

Dr. Prichard entered into the room and a security guard closed the door. She said, "Well, well, if it isn't miss high and mighty. You don't look too high and mighty now, do you dear?"

"Dr. Prichard, I can explain."

"I really don't think you can, Dr. Forbes." Debra waited so long to be able to humiliate Melody. "How long has this been going on?" She made eye contact with Tara and they both loved it.

"I...well I know it looks really bad..."

"Bad you say? Look at yourself. You are disgusting. Would any professional doctor pull down her blouse so obscenely and let her breasts just hang right out...well, would she?" Dr. Prichard yelled out the question, shocking Melody even more.

"No." She said in a wimpy manner.

"No, they most certainly would not. So you have quite a bit of explaining to do, don't you, missy?" Debra's relentless voice pounded into her.

"I don't know why I am doing this. She can make you do things." Dr. Forbes almost wanted to throw up from the shame.

"Well, I warned you of this. I warned you of her abilities to take nice women like you and turn them into sluts. I said you might have a breakdown and it has happened, hasn't it?" She looked as deeply into Dr. Forbes eyes as she could.

"Dr. Forbes, it is no use lying to Dr. Prichard." Tara's sweet voice made Melody feel like the sick one.

"Yes, I think I am having a breakdown." Melody said.

"Well, just what are we going to do about you, dear?" Dr. Prichard's voice softened as she put her hands on her hips in a superior manner.

"Why don't you pull down your slacks, Dr. Prichard. I am sure this slut has never sucked on a hot juicy cunt before, have you Dr. Forbes?"

Melody turned back quickly to Tara and said, "No, I won't do that, you can't make me do that." She looked back at the smiling Dr. Prichard, "Oh my god, you are in on it with her!"

Dr. Prichard took off her lab coat and quickly pulled down her slacks, revealing a tight black, panty thong. She moved it to the side and said, "I think you better do as Ms. White says. She really is running things in this clinic." She laughed.

Melody felt sick to her stomach. She was in a precarious situation. She knew at the very least, Dr. Prichard would have her job after the display she showed. She looked at the woman's vaginal slit. It seemed moist and ready; like it was waiting. She didn't understand why she was excited about the possibility of licking this woman out instead of being repelled by it. She had never sucked on a woman's vaginal lips before. She never entertained any lesbian tendencies, and yet, here she was sitting with her blouse pulled to the sides of her shoulders, with her breasts sticking right out above her bra, and her eyes staring at Dr. Prichard's hot, wet pussy lips. She did indeed feel as though she was going out of her mind. Then, without another order by either of the women, she got down off her chair and crawled over to Dr. Prichard.

"That's right...crawl over to me bitch and eat out my cunt!" Melody did so. She pushed her head right up under Dr. Prichard's legs and buried her mouth in between them. She started slowly but then Debbie pulled her in tighter so she could get her tongue inside even deeper. Melody pushed it in as deep as it would go. She used the tip of it and remembered how she gave her husband an extraordinary blow job. She began to work Debra's clit hard and fast; and before long Debbie was humping it all over Melody's mouth. The display of Dr. Prichard's leg scissors over Dr. Forbes' head and mouth were lewd and obscene to be sure. Both women began to moan, and even Tara found herself playing with her pussy lips and stroking it with her fingers as she watched the doctors continue to play for her.

"That's right, eat my cunt you bitch! I want all my pussy juice in your mouth...you fucking whore. I told you she would turn you into one of her lustful whores, didn't I? You little slut, that's it...right there...oh I am going to come all over your face Dr. Forbes!" And so she did. She squeezed out all of her pussy juice into Melody's mouth and continued to rub herself up and down on her lips and nose. Melody had no choice but to swallow whatever trickled into her mouth. After she was done, Dr. Prichard grabbed her hair and dragged her over to Tara White's open pussy lips and placed her head right onto her lap and ****** her into Tara's wet vaginal lips. "Do a good job, you bitch...do it just like you did mine and dig those lips and tongue into her slit!"

"Elllrleeere...emmmm...putthtthtz...ohhhh...emmmmm..." Dr. Forbes buried her mouth and lips into Tara's hole.

"My, my, what a total whore! What are we going to do with you, Dr. Forbes?" Dr. Prichard asked looking at Tara.

"Well, it is obvious she can't go...emmmm...she can't go on like this, Dr. Prichard. Oh...fuck, yes...she has to be admitted into our clinic right away. She needs so...emmm...so much help." Tara said.

"Indeed she does. I will see to the paper work immediately. You are going to be my patient now. Isn't that nice, Dr. Forbes!" Dr. Prichard pulled up on Melody's hair and made her look into her sex crazed eyes and then let her go back down deep into Tara's juicy, wet slit. Debra rang the buzzer and exited the room. Melody still could not understand why no guard came in or even inquired as to what was going on. Tara pulled her head into her lap and pushed her into her wet slit even deeper. It was almost as if she wanted to bury her entire head deep into her womb. She climaxed several times on Melody's face and nose. The woman's blouse was slick from juices. She looked like a total whore now. Then Tara held up her face by her chin and said,

"Now this is the way I like my whores to be, nice and desperate."

"Please, Tara, tell me how you are doing all of this and why I crave you so much?"

"Very well, I will tell you some things; but no pop psychology bullshit, do you understand me slut?" She squeezed her chin tighter, "Remember with great pleasure comes great pain!" Then she let up.

She began, "I am not of your planet. You made fun of me before when I tried to explain this to you."

"I am sorry, please go on."

"We are of the 'theta' or the 'collective' as we are better known as today. We existed long before human beings. We were always there, even before you made the leap to intelligence we were there. We are non-corporeal beings. We are pure thought energy. We are like your brains without the brain or the body. We free float and drift into other beings to extend our lives eternally. We made this discovery as we were ****** to leave our planet's destruction by floating to your planet. It was nearest to us and the journey would not be as far. We had made long journeys before only to end up not being able to return as the journey would extend ourselves and spread us out so much that we would just empty our particles into space and be obliterated. We found that keeping ourselves inside the mind of another living creature's mind could keep us alive and even strengthen us indefinitely. We also learned that we could now feel all the experiences that we had in our minds on a physical level as well.

"So the body you are in is not your own?"

"No, it was Tara White's body, but I took it over a long time ago; but I did not float into it. I was born into her body."

"I am sorry. I don't understand."

"I floated into a seeders body and shared her mind. When she became pregnant I transferred myself into her offspring. There are different levels of the 'theta' among you humans. We originally infiltrated your lowest life forms and survived in the cells. We could not develop our personalities in your beasts. Dinosaurs could not tell the difference between good or evil so we had to wait and survive until a genetic mutation developed and humans came along. You think you know all there is to know about development on your planet, but you do not. We are the missing link. How do you think you made the jump from ape to human?"

"You are either insane or you are telling me the truth." Dr. Forbes blinked her eyes a few times in disbelief.

"You may believe what you wish, Doctor. Some of us remain as 'Clusters' existing in your bodies only to be destroyed when the human mind expires. Clusters never leave the human mind and do not know of their existence. They are so tightly shared with the human mind they coexist with them and neither side really knows the difference. Still others like me, 'Floaters,' can leave the body and float to different minds but we still need a main body to either share or remain in. We know of our existence and can leave the brains of humans for a time and float. We also have a group called 'Homers,' and they are self aware and share the brain of a human; however, they eventually take it over and remain there until the body dies and they die along with it. You think good and evil is your own development. It began long before you existed in us."

"Is this why you often go into comas?"

"What do you mean, Doctor?"

"I mean according to reading your file you have been in comas many times over and then come out of them. Is this when you do your floating?"

"Very good, Doctor. You must realize that I have been floating in your brain as well?"

"Yes, I think I am beginning to understand that now."

"And you have enjoyed sharing yourself with me, haven't you, Doctor?"

"I would rather continue our discussion..."

"No, Doctor, you will answer me now. Do you enjoy sharing your mind with me?"

"Yes, Tara, I enjoy it." Melody's admission was one of guilt and truth. She did enjoy it.

"Yes, even though I am a criminal according your society, and have ****ed and assaulted many women, you sill love the feel of my decadent mind inside of yours; making you do nasty little tricks with your mind and body, don't you, Doctor?"

"Yes. I must be crazy." Dr. Forbes was tearful.

"That is why you are going to check yourself in here. You are sick and need help just like me. Isn't that so, Doctor?" Tara's voice was pulling at her soul again.

"What if I refuse to sign myself in and leave?" Melody was scared. She didn't know if Tara would attack her for that remark. She was so unstable.

"Dr. Prichard and I can ***** you to sign those papers, you know this?"

"Yes you can."

Tara smiled and said, "We won't, however, you will sign of your own free will here. If you do not sign you are free to leave but I will not talk to you again, and you will suffer the consequences."

"You are threatening me, how is that free will then?" Dr. Forbes was right and she knew it.

"You will either sign yourself in here or you will leave, but I cannot let you live with what you now know. I can get to your family as well. I am sure you realize this." Tara's voice did not show a hint of compassion.

"Very well, since I don't seem to have a choice."

"I want you to do something. You will leave here today a free woman. You will, however, go to the corner address that I write down for you. You will dress like a whore and go there. Do you understand me?"

"Why should I do this?"

"Because you wish to explore further. You have already, in a sense, cheated on your husband just as I said you would, but now you are going to really cheat on him. I want you to know what it is like to feel another man, other then your husband, deep inside of you."

"You're disgusting!"

"And yet you want this. You wanted it since the minute I said you were going to cheat on your husband. The desire is burning deep inside of you right now, isn't it?"

The immediate need in Melody's wet crotch did not go unnoticed by Tara White. She could tell in her eyes that the good doctor wanted to and even needed to feel the touch of another man all over her body. She handed her the address.

Hanging from her own ceiling with her belly distended from the weight of her own body since her arms were secured to wooden beams, Sharon Tyler writhed in pain and heat...right in her very own bedroom. She screamed into the ball gag and moved her body around like it wanted to twist itself off but she could not. Two long chains were attached with nipple clamps and weights to her nipples. The end of the weights hovered just above her bed. A ten inch dildo remained snug and deep into her vaginal hole, while her panties pressed in tight against it adding more pressure. The end of the dildo had a rope tied to it and Jeb Cutler continually played with it. Sharon Tyler had been hanging like this for over an hour while he played and manipulated the dildo rope. She was in agony and the sweat rolled off her body. She was also having multiple orgasms and needed more. Jeb would get her so sexed up that she craved bigger and better orgasms. He had turned her into an addict. Meanwhile her husband remained at the foot of the bed jerking off his cock to her dismay. All the while everything was being filmed live for the internet audience. Suddenly the doorbell rang and everyone froze. Jeb cut the camera and stopped.

"Floppy, go see who it is and report back. Don't answer the door until I tell you to."

"Yes Sir." Henry ran down the stairs and took a peek from one of the other room's windows. It was Sharon's sister Susan. He went back up to report.

"It is my wife's sister." Sharon began to scream in her gag. Jed decided to remove it.

"One word from either of you and I will slit your throat and your ************ throats. Then I will **** your sister too...got it, Cunt?" She nodded in agreement.

"Please don't bring my sister into this, just let her be. She has no one but us. She will not tell anyone anything!" Sharon whispered out in desperation.

"So, little lady, your sister got no other family? She got no hubby, perhaps?" He looked up at her.

"No, no one. We are her family." Sharon realized it might have been wrong to tell him that. Her expression became still.

"Well, thanks for the information. Maybe I should invite her in, so she can play with us. I can make her my Cunt number two. What do you think?"

"No, please don't get her involved in this!" Sharon begged.

"Very well, Cunt. Floppy, go downstairs and tell her something...anything, but make sure she leaves. Jeb hopped back up on the bed and put the gag back in Sharon's mouth. He tugged on the dildo rope some more and then got back down off the bed and started the camera again. "Well now, where were we? Oh yes, you were having multiple orgasms. I think you like my little tug rope, don't you, Cunt?

"Errmph." She moaned into the gag as he started up again.

"Just think...your sister is at the door while I am playing with your cunt. If she decides to peek in or get curious she becomes just like you, won't that be fun!" His sinister glare just added to her frustrating orgasms.

"Hi, Susan." Henry said with a cheerful sounding voice.

"What is going on with you two? I have been trying to get in touch with you for days now. I even called Sharon at work and they said she quit. Now what the hell is going on?"

"Susan, please don't get involved right now." Henry's voice quickly changed from one of cheer to dread.

"What do you mean?"

"Your sister has been feeling stressed. She decided she needs a change in her life style...that is why she quit. Just give us a few days to sort it all out. I promise we will explain it all in detail, fair enough." He put on his sad, honest eyes.

"Okay, Henry, but only a few days." She grabbed him and pecked a little kiss on his cheek and she went about her way. He quickly locked the door and ran back upstairs.

"Well, did you get rid of her?" Jeb asked.

"Yes."

"Will she stay away?"

"I don't think so. She will be back in a few days." Henry said feeling dejected.

"Go and get me your private phone book."

"But what for?"

"Don't ask questions just do as you're fucking told, asshole!"

Henry went into his wife's dresser drawer and pulled out a telephone book. It contained private phone numbers and addresses of friends and family. He handed it to Jeb.

"I'll be right back. On your knees, Floppy, and don't you fucking move an inch!" Jeb went downstairs to use their other private line.

Sharon just glared at her husband from her bonds and moaned out, "Errrrrrr...emm!" She knew Jeb was up to no good.

(Jeb picked up the phone and dialed)

"Hi, I need to speak with Madame Cong immediately. This is code red."

He waited a few minutes, "This is Madame Cong."

"Hi Madame, Jeb Cutler here."

"Jeb Cutler, it has been a long time, hasn't it?"

"Yes it has. I don't have time. I need your help immediately."

"What kind of trouble did you get yourself in this time?"

"I have been on assignment for your ***********

"Let me guess. It has something to do with Sharon Tyler?"

"You know about all of this?"

"Yes, she spoke to me about it. Who do think told her to put tabs on the Tyler family in the first place?"

"You said she spoke to you. Was it conventional or another way? Are you one of them?"

"You know about us then? She told you?"

"Yes I do know."

"Very well, she felt it to me. You also know what will happen if you talk, don't you?"

"Yes, I know all too well what you are capable of...Madame."

"Yes, you do, don't you. I remember out little run in last time. As I recall I had you tied up and taking cocks in your ass for a week didn't I?

"Yes, to the point of ********. I remember all too well."

"Well, that is nothing compared to what I will do if you talk. Do I make myself clear?"

"Very clear, Madame."

"All right, now what is the problem?"

"Sharon's sister was snooping around here a few minutes ago. She's not gonna go away and someone will have to deal with her. My brother can't cause he's got their ********, Tyler's two *********.

"I see...well, they are going to have to be crated and shipped anyway. Give me the sister's name and address. I will take care of it personally. I think it is time I sold a carpet."

"Excuse me, Madame?" He gave her the name and address.

"Never mind, I will have to run a background check on her first."

"She's got no real family or anyone. Sharon already confessed that to me."

"That is good, but I am going to check anyway."

"Thank you, Madame Cong. I am at your disposal as always."

"I am sure you are."

(The phone went silent)

It is said that no two snowflakes are alike. They seem to drift from the heavens like two fingerprints floating in the wind. Both are surely different and yet both coexist and form the entire sea of drifting snow. Can two beings occupying the same space be called one? When we dip our hands into the sea of time, at precisely that moment of contact, does time stand still? Our cherished beliefs seem to unfold when we peek deep into the space of another and form a union there. This union breaks the shackles of our own guilt and melts them away just as the passion builds into a fiery mold reaching deep into our souls and pulling us downward to where we have never been before. So, too, are the desires of sexual immortality. Does it really pass away as the body does? Can the memory of an explicit need drift on forever, just as the winds of time carry the snowflakes of life into infinite gaze? What pulls one mind into another and captivates its very being? It may be dark and perverted; and yet, it caresses an area seldom touched upon in its own separate ways. Once the suppression is brought unto the light does its freedom gain control, or is it simply being permitted to escape its cage? Two young ladies ask this question. One is confused and disoriented in her mind, and the other is trying to feed off of the confusion and bring into light her own perverted needs.

"Do you think this separation is going to last?" She asked as she brushed her hair while peering into the mirror over the dresser.

"I think you need to show me your ass?" Jennifer said.

"How can you think about that at a time like this?" Sharon asked.

"Are we supposed to start acting differently just because mom and dad are splitting up?" She looked at her sister in the mirror while lying on the bed.

"Don't you realize something is wrong? They have never been like this. I never thought it possible that two people like them could split up. You are too young to understand."

"Really? Well I am not too young to kick your ass though am I?" She sat up and moved to the edge of the bed.

"Must you remind me of that every single day?"

"You love it. It must have been quite embarrassing for you to get beaten up in front of your school friends." Sharon could feel the tingle immediately. Whenever her sister started in this mood she knew it would lead to something sexual.

"It was humiliating. You know that it was. It was my first time in a wrestling class. You had a head start on me."

"But I am only a freshman and you are a big bad senior!" Jennifer said sarcastically.

"Stop it! You are only two years younger than me."

"You turn eighteen in a month, and I'll bet you feel superior to me because of it, don't you?"

"You know I don't." She said submissively.

Jennifer got off the bed and stepped behind her older sister, "What was it they all said; oh yes, look at her she is getting whipped by a freshman." She laughed. "It made you quit the wrestling club right away didn't it?" She pulled Sharon's hand behind her back and the brush fell on the dresser."

"Stop, you are hurting my arm!"

"You love when I hurt you. You now know I can beat you up at any time, and still you get wet from it, don't you big sister?"

"Don't..." Sharon's body was betraying itself. Ever since that fateful day when she wrestled her sister in the gym class, she could not control herself. Her younger sister had used a quick leg maneuver and pulled her right down onto the canvas. She then got on top of her quickly and straddled her chest. She even got her to say 'I give' rather easily. It was indeed very humiliating to Sharon. It was the moment Jennifer realized her big sister was submissive by nature. Sharon too felt a weakness the moment it happened. Instead of just submitting in defeat, she was also submitting control over to her younger sister. Worse still, she felt a sexual stimulation the day her sister sat on top of her and humiliated her in front of her own classmates. She realized a freshman should not have been able to beat up a senior so easily and so effectively. From that moment on Jennifer knew she would be able to control her sister whenever she wanted. She also had a sadistic streak which made her feel sexually aroused when dominating her sister. Both were enjoying the sexual benefits of the dom/sub relationship, but Sharon always felt guilty and inferior to her younger sister. She wanted to fight her but seemed helpless to do so. Her wet juices would always betray her.

Jennifer whispered into her ear, "use your other hand and open up your denims and let them fall to your ankles and show me your butt. I want you to stick it up and out for me big sister!"

"Why must you always call me that?" She freed up her pants and let them roll down to her ankles. Jennifer then took her panties and slipped them down beneath her thighs and slapped her ass cheeks a few times.

"I call you that because I think you like it. It reminds you that I am younger and stronger than you." She nibbled at her sister's ear and Sharon began to quiver. She took her finger and pushed it deep into Sharon's asshole. She plunged it in and out a few times.

"Uhhhhh!" Sharon cried out.

"That's it big sister! You like humping on my finger don't you? It feels good inside your ass doesn't it?

"Oh...yeah, I love it in my ass!"

"Beg me to keep fucking you in the ass with my finger."

"Ohhhh...emmmmm...p...please keep fucking me in my ass with your finger." Her voice shuttered.

"That's right, Sharon, fuck my finger. How does it feel to be totally controlled by your little sister? How does it fucking feel?"

"Oh, Jen, please...I don't know why I like it."

She withdrew her finger and spun her sister right around facing her. She took her finger up to Sharon's nose and said. "Sniff it!"

"Enttth...enttth..." She did so.

"Sniff it good! You love it. You love the smell of your own ass juices on my finger. Sniff it good, my pervy little sister! You know where it is going next." She smiled at her while pointing to her sister's mouth.

"You know I don't really like it in my mouth."

"I know you don't, but you will do it. You will do it to get that hot little pussy off for me. I know you're soaking wet now, Sharon, so just open up your mouth and suck on it."

"Emm...puthhz...ellerm...putthz..." Jennifer kept popping her finger in and out of Sharon's mouth. The popping sounds of her own finger mixed with her sister's saliva as she pushed it in and out made her own vaginal lips begin to quiver. After a few minutes of this she tossed her sister onto the bed and straddled her chest with her knees and thighs. She began to bounce her butt up and down on her sister's tummy while occasionally rubbing her vagina up and down her chest and boobs.

"You like when I bounce on your belly."

"Ehh...ehh...ehh..." Every time Jennifer would bounce on it her sister would let out an exhale. It was like her very spirit was being ****** from her own, betraying body. She was extremely wet as her sister did this. Jennifer pulled up her sister's sweater and raised it above her chest. Then she pulled down her bra and pulled out her breasts and began to hump them up and down with her wet pussy. She would occasionally slide herself up further and make her sister lick on her clit and wet pussy lips. She would grind her face and then slide back down again until she could feel her own moisture get to the point of an orgasm and then she let it all out and it flowed on her sister's breasts and nipples. She squeezed them together to make some cleavage as she tightly pushed her thighs together and squeezed out another orgasm. Her body was shaking with delight; and then she moved her entire body to full length and kept her sister's ankles and legs wide apart with her own forward feet pinning them effectively open. She then began to hump her crotch hard against her sister's crotch and pounded it up and down. She went faster and faster bringing her sister to a near orgasm. She was slapping her pussy hard against her sister's pussy.

"Ehh...ehh...ohhhh...em...ehh...ehh...oh fuck I am gong to come..." Sharon cried out, but just as she was about to come her sister stopped and rolled off her body.

"W...w...what are you doing? I was just about to come. You can't leave me like this?" Her voice was as shaky as her body.

"You know what Dad says; with each sin we must do our penance."

"Mom doesn't agree with any of those ideas."

"That's tough ****, big sister!"

She went over to her suitcase and took out some panty hose. They had not yet removed their clothing from their suitcases to settle in at their grandparent's home. She made her sister remove all her clothing; then she slid her panty hose over her sister's head and face. She used the leg ends to tie her hands in back. She then took out more of her panty hose and slid them up her sister's legs and pulled them up tightly into her crotch. She tied them together with the free ends hanging from in back of her sister's hands. She took out a few pairs of her own stockings to wrap them around her sister's body. She tied her legs together tightly. She wrapped them around as many times as they would go. She pulled down some of the hose on her sister's face and made a hole in it and tied it with stockings to the rest of her to make sure it would not slip off her head. Her sister was now tied up in her nylons and could not move. She then rolled her off the bed and slid her underneath it. It was a very tight fit since it was not as high as their own at home. Nevertheless, she slid her under the bed and said,

"Now, you be a good girl for an hour while I take a bath; and don't you dare try playing with yourself. If you are good, big sister, I may let you come later, understand?"

"Please, not a full hour." She mumbled under the hose. "I can't hold it that long. I am so wet. I need to come." She begged.

"One hour, Sis!" She slid the bed spread over the sides to effectively hide her. Sweating, hot, and claustrophobic; Sharon cried a little. It was not a tear of sadness but one of shame. Her sister was being cruel to her again but she could not stop the wetness between her legs. She thought about rolling over onto her belly, since this would allow her to hump the rug with her crotch, but she was ordered not to play with herself. She didn't understand how her sixteen year old sister could have this effect on her, but she did. The crueler her sister was the more she got wet. She was out of control and needed release. Each time her sister took her to a new sexual high she wanted more and more. Her sister played constant mind games with her. It was becoming a maddening addiction.

Poor Ms. Plummer couldn't be more confused with the things that were happening to her body and mind. Her life always stood for being in control and taking charge; but she could no longer fight the wet spot tugging at her loins. With every chance she had, she made a trip to the bathroom or into her solitary conference room. The need to look at her vaginal sweetness started to become obsessive. Her mind constantly wandered as she played with herself and flicked at her pussy lips. Her brain said she needed Dr. Prichard. It was all she could think about day in and day out. She had no idea that the thought was not of her own thinking but programmed and soon the programming would continue with Tara White.

A police officer and a guard brought Tara white to her office again. Tara said,

"Good morning Ms. Plummer, how are we today?" The question was in a condescending voice.

Paula pressed a button on a remote control to make sure the shock ring around Tara would be activated. If Tara came within a foot of her desk or space area she would get a shock. She could also be shocked if she pressed the fake ring on her finger. It was really a remote control button. She addressed Tara, "I am a bit tired this morning. I have lots of typing for you today."

"Why don't I make you a nice pot of coffee?"

"That would be nice, Tara, thank you." Tara went back to the front of the office where her own work station was situated. There was a small counter and kitchen area where she made Ms. Plummer a fresh pot of brew. It was Tara's third day in the office and she felt this might be the day to start taking charge. Ms. Plummer sat at her desk and started looking down at her thighs again. It was early but already the thoughts started drifting into her mind.

"I have your cup of coffee." Tara hovered around her desk but just held it up. She could not get too close to the desk, and as was the case the previous two days, she would just put it down on the floor and back away to the front of the office so Ms. Plummer could get her coffee. It was an awkward situation to say the least.

"Okay, just put it down, Tara." Paula pointed to the floor.

"Don't you think this is silly? I can come over and put it on your desk if you would just trust me." Tara's voice became sweet.

"That is like asking me to trust a nuclear bomb would have no radioactive effects after being dropped on a city." She said smugly.

"Well I am not going to put it on the floor this time. You are just going to have to get out of your chair and come here for it." She challenged her.

"You will do as you're told or it is back to your cell!"

"I don't think so." Tara took her free hand and started pulling her arm up and down with her index finger pointing to Ms. Plummer.

"Don't try my patience, Tara." Ms. Plummer began to zero in on her finger with her eyes. Something was clicking in her brain. She was not sure what it was, but Tara's finger was pulling her in somehow.

"Is there something wrong, Ms. Plummer?"

"I...no...I just..."

"You just need to look deeply at my finger as it goes slowly up and slowly down, don't you?"

"Yes...I..." She was beginning to go into trance.

"You just need to look at my finger as it goes slowly up and slowly down. Whenever my finger goes slowly up and slowly down you will go into trance for me.

"Slowly up...and...slowly down..." Ms Plummer echoed the words softly.

"That's right...slowly up and slowly down. You are so tired, Ms. Plummer. You can hardly keep your eyes open. You need this coffee so badly, but I am not going to bring it to you. You are going to come to me aren't you?" She flipped her hand over and gestured her to come over with her index finger.

"Yes."

"Yes, you will come to me and get your coffee. You have a burning desire to come to me, now."

"I need to come to you."

"That's right...come to me, Ms. Plummer, come to me and get your coffee. You need your coffee so you can wake up. You need it so badly."

"I need it so badly." She slowly moved out of her seat and marched around her desk to Tara White. It was a march into **********.

"You are such a good girl, Ms. Plummer. Now take your coffee and put it on your desk. After that you will turn back around and come to me again. You will stand here at attention like a good girl. Do you understand?" Tara said all the things Dr. Prichard taught her to say.

"Yes, I understand." She took the coffee from Tara and put it on her desk and then reported back like a soldier at attention.

"This collar is really rather silly, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is really rather silly." Ms. Plummer repeated.

"You and I have no need for it anymore, do we?"

"Yes, there is no need."

"Deactivate it and remove it from my neck."

"Yes." She went back to her desk and took the remote and deactivated it. Then she took a key from a locked drawer in her desk. She came over and took off the collar.

"Now hand me the collar and the key. Also get me the remote. You don't need them anymore, do you?"

She handed them to Tara and said, "I don't need them anymore." Then she came back with the remote from her desk.

"Good girl, now take off your ring and give it to me. You don't need it anymore."

"I don't need it anymore." She took off the ring and gave it to Tara, who put all of the items into a large envelope and marked 'Dr. Prichard' on it.

"You will give this envelope to Dr. Prichard later. You will not open it but keep it on your desk knowing you must give it to her. You will forget that there ever was a collar, remote or ring. They never existed, nor did the idea of it exist, do you understand?

"Yes I understand."

"Your apprehension will keep you on edge all the time. You will fear me constantly but it was your idea to let me work free and open with you. Now you will go back to your chair and sit down. You will sip your coffee. I will say the words 'wake up, Ms. Plummer' and you will immediately come out of trance and forget all that took place here. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, I understand you."

"Good girl, now go back to your desk." Ms. Plummer mindlessly went back to her desk never knowing her thoughts were not her own. She immediately took a sip of her coffee.

"Wake up, Ms. Plummer."

"I..."

"Yes, Ms. Plummer, do you like the coffee?" She asked innocently

"Yes...I...oh yes, thank you so much, Tara."

"Great, now you mentioned you had a lot of typing for me today?"

"Oh...um...yes the typing, thank you."

"Now Mrs. Stone, what seems to be the problem?" Dr. Prichard put on her happy, trusting face.

Janet Stone was fidgeting in her chair and said, "well my ******** here needs some talking to.

"Hi, what seems to be the problem, dear?" She extended her hand to Mrs. Stone's ********.

"Well she has been doing marijuana and lord knows what else." Janet cut in.

"Please Mrs. Stone, don't interfere when I am talking to your ********, let her answer her own questions. Am I clear on this?"

"Oh...yes, I'm sorry, Doctor."

"Now, young lady, have you been, in fact, doing ******** Dr. Prichard took a good look at both of them. They were sexy, and Janet had ample breasts to do all sorts of naughty things to. The good doctor's mind was racing.

"It is just a joint or two a day, no big deal."

"So you think it is no big deal to put an illegal substance into your body everyday. Have you ever thought about the consequences of your actions? What is your name by the way?"

"My name is Laura."

"Well, Laura, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"I really didn't think it was a big deal. A lot of my friends do weed."

"And if your friends were all standing in front a giant truck going at sixty-five miles per hour and not appearing to stop, would you just stand there and be ****ed along with your friends because that is what they were doing?"

"No, but this is like totally different."

"It is no different, other then it might not **** you, but you do know it ****s brain cells right?"

"No, I didn't."

"Well, now you do, and the long term addiction is something to be taken seriously."

"You mean I am like addicted?"

"It depends on how long you have been doing this?"

"She has been doing it all year, Doctor." Janet said.

"What did I say before, Mrs. Stone?" Dr. Prichard gave her an unkind glare."

"Sorry."

"You must learn some self control, Mrs. Stone. I can see where your ******** gets all her impulsiveness."

"What do you mean?"

"Now you are sounding defensive."

"I didn't tell my ******** to go out and do ********

"No, but you obviously can't control her impulses simply because you have many of your own to deal with, isn't that true?

"I do the best I can with my ********."

"I am sure you do, but in this case you have failed, haven't you?" Debbie was quick to cut the woman right to the bone. She already had her squirming in her seat and loved pushing her buttons.

"I didn't fail, that is why I brought her in for help." Her words became nervous. It was like she was under a microscope as well as her ********.

"Admirable, but if you took a firm stand to begin with this wouldn't be taking place, therefore you have not be a good ****** have you?"

There was a very long silence as they all looked at each other and then she said, "I try to be a good ******." She barely got the words out loud enough.

"But you haven't been, correct?"

"No, I haven't been." The admission gave Dr. Prichard a nice little wet spot between her legs. She loved it and pressed on.

"Say it, Mrs. Stone, the first step to recovery is admitting your problem." Debbie made it sound like it was all her fault.

"I-I-well I have not been a good ******." She stuttered the words out.

"Indeed, so you have failed as a ******. Now, tell me, what does that make you?

"It...um...well it makes me a failure."

"Correct, it makes you a failure as a ******, so where do we go from here?" She smiled, loving every minute of this ******* on Mrs. Stone.

"I don't know, Doctor."

"Well, first of all, Laura, you will have to be admitted here for evaluation and detoxification."

"What are you crazy? I am not staying in here!"

"Doctor," Mrs. Stone cut in, "I just wanted my ******** to have some sessions with you and work things out in her head. I didn't want to admit her into a clinic." She grimaced.

"I see, well then there is not much I can do for either of your, I'm afraid. She is going to need some serious treatment."

"How serious?"

"Well she needs evaluating and group therapy. She also needs to come off the *****; and I think it might be wise to put her on a suicide watch while she is detoxifying."

"Suicide watch, you don't think..."

"Yes it is quite possible with teenagers her age."

"Well she is going to be eighteen."

"So she is more than old enough to understand her actions and she needs to be taught a lesson, wouldn't you agree?" Dr. Prichard loved the manipulation of Mrs. Stone.

"Well, I didn't think it needed to be so radical."

"Answer me this, Mrs. Stone, do you love your ********?"

"Yes, of course I love her."

"Then you must do the right thing for her."

"Well, how long then?"

"Mom, you can't actually agree with her?"

"Your Mom is doing the right thing, missy, and you need to know what tough love is all about."

"But Mom...I don't..."

"Silence, no more outbursts, you are in enough trouble as it is." Janet said.

"How long must she stay in here, Dr. Prichard?"

"Well, I think we will start out with ten days and see how it progresses from there. I presume you have insurance?"

"Yes."

"Wonderful, but I would also suggest a two to five day evaluation of you as well."

"What, there is nothing wrong with me!" Janet was beginning to sweat.

"Well, I always feel it is good for the ***** to have a little moral support the first few days and it will also give me a chance to work on your problems as well." Debbie smiled wish a sinister thought.

"But I have no problems." She began to sound frantic.

"I disagree. You just admitted in your own words that you are not a good ******. Did I hear wrong. I am sure your own ******** can corroborate this." Now Laura started smiling at her mom.

"You did say that mom."

"But I just meant..."

"Please don't try to be coy now and back out of your own admissions, Janet. I need to see if all your ********'s problems are directly related your weaknesses. I don't even know if you have been doing marijuana yourself. You can understand my need to evaluate you. Sometimes ********** can lead to next generation problems as well. Are you a heavy **********

"Mrs. Stone was really becoming upset now, "No of course not, well...I mean only on occasion."

"So you do *****, is it just recreational? It is okay to admit if you are an ********* or not." Dr. Prichard became very smug.

"No, no, strictly recreational, and I don't do marijuana. I swear!"

"Well, that is for some ***** tests to decide if you are lying or not."

"You are treating me like I am the patient, but it is my ******** who has the problem."

"I think that is for me to decide, now don't get agitated or I will have to have you **********

**********, you are crazy! Come along now, Laura, we are getting out of this nut house."

"I would seriously sit down now, if I were you."

"What do you mean?" She was crouched above her seat about to get up. She flopped back down.

"I mean our entire conversation has been recorded, and with all of your admissions, social services will not release your ******** until she is made well and then they will look into your background and investigate. Now you can do this the easy way or the hard way. Look, Mrs. Stone, I am just trying to save your relationship with your ******** and help you both as best as I can. I mean you no harm." Debbie faked out the kind words to try and calm her down.

"Is all of this really, necessary?" Janet seemed defeated.

"I am afraid it is." Dr. Prichard pulled over a folder that had papers in it. She seemed prepared with them all along. "Now I have some papers for both of your to fill out. Answer the questions as best as you can and then sign the admittance forms. You must co-sign with your ******** on hers. The other one you will just sign." She handed them out.

"But this says I am being evaluated for mental illness and I can stay in here ten to sixty says if necessary. I am not mental."

"Those are just formalities for evaluation. I can release you in one day if I see fit, so if you are good girl you will be out of here in no time." She smiled at Janet. They both read and filled out all the forms and signed their lives away.

"Very good, you are under my custody now, both of you. One of the nurses will take you now to separate rooms and do a cavity and body search. We must make sure neither of you is hiding anything. Oh, wait a minute, I think we can speed things up if I just do it right here in my office. Stand up please, both of you. I will do you first, Mrs. Stone." She went over to one of her bins and took out a pair of latex gloves.

"I swear I am not carrying anything, this is not necessary!" Janet almost wanted to cry.

"Just spread your legs up against the wall here and pretend you're being patted down by security or a police officer. There is nothing to be afraid of." Dr. Prichard moved her hands along Janet's body deliberately slow. She loved every minute of it. When she reached up to her chest she began to fondle her breasts much harder then they needed to be and she even snuck in a nice little squeeze as the woman moaned out a tone that sounded like a little bird chirp."

"Please, don't you think that is enough now?"

"Nonsense, now turn around and face me Mrs. Stone. I want you to open your mouth nice and wide for me. I need to check your teeth and gums."

"There is nothing wrong with my teeth."

"I have to makes sure of these things. Now open wide and say ah."

"Ah...mmmrgh...errrmph." She made a gurgle sound as Dr. Prichard twisted and turned her two fingers into her cheeks and mouth and began probing. She pushed down so hard on the back of the woman's throat that she started to actually gag. It was a much longer cavity search then was required and Debbie loved every minute of making her squirm and gag. She then went over and got a tongue depressor and pushed that down the woman's throat and held it there for a very long time making her gag even more."

"Ehheh...ggggermph...ehheh. Pleareeease stop, no more!" She tried pulling away from Dr. Prichard as she was coughing uncontrollably, but Debbie held her cheeks tightly and returned to pushing her fingers around even harder and deeper in her throat. Janet seemed helpless to stop her and her body began to sweat from the nervous convulsive nature of the *******. Then Debbie finally stopped.

"Very good, now take off all of your clothes."

"Janet cleared her throat and tried to recompose herself. Y...ou...you mean right here, like this?"

"Yes unless you have a problem undressing in front of women. If you do have a problem I will have to add it to your list of problems and phobias to work on along with that nasty ******* problem."

"But you were rolling your fingers inside my mouth and down my throat; and no, no, I don't have a problem undressing in front a woman. I can do it." Her look was one of defeat again.

"Then please do so, or you will be on further report. We will have to work on that gag reflex problem with many finger sessions." Dr. Prichard had a sinister grin on her face, but Mrs. Stone seemed terrified and it showed in her eyes.

Once again, Janet was boxed in and manipulated. She started on her blouse and unbuttoned it. Then she took it off and handed it to Debbie. After that she slid her shoes and slacks off and handed them to Dr. Prichard who tossed them on her desk.

"Good, you won't need them in here anyway. They will be returned to you when you leave. Now I will have to insist that you back up to the wall and face me so I can check out your breasts better now."

"But you just did that?"

"Ah, but now I can be more thorough." She grinned. "Now thrust them out for me so I can get a good hand full and rub them around." The poor woman did so and Debbie began to look directly into her eyes and manipulated her breasts and rubbed them around. She took them out her bra and pulled them up and down and laid them in her hands. She pretended to check for lumps and twisted them all around. She was really getting off on this routine and could feel the wetness just seep into her own panties. "Very good, now this is going to be a bit sensitive but I need to tuck my finger down into your undies and feel inside of your private spot. I need to check that there is nothing hidden in there."

"No, absolutely not, I think you have gone far enough!" She shouted out.

"Now, now, any more back talk from you, dear, and I will have to call in some orderlies and it will be much more painful that way. I think you better start cooperating!" Debbie said in a very authoritative way.

"But, please, there is nothing in there!" She felt Debbie's fingers move in between her crotch and down into her panties. She probed and ****** her thighs apart. Janet closed up her legs and tightened her pelvis area around the doctor's finger."

"Open, that's it, nice and wide. I need to probe inside now." She slipped her finger inside the woman's uterus and popped it in and out a few times. She made a special trip to her vaginal lips and clit and rubbed it around a few times to get some juices going. Mrs. Stone was totally mortified and ashamed. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend it was all a big nightmare, but the fingers reminded her it was all too real.

"Good, now bend over. I need to check your anus, so pull down your panties below your buttocks." The woman did so and to her dismay Dr. Prichard started the routine but this time inside of the hole in her butt. She went in as deep as she could and then went over to retrieve a long probing tube."

"But what do you need that for? You just checked me out with your finger?"

"I can't go as deep with my finger now just be still. I will be pumping on this bulb so you will feel some air go into your butt and you might get a reflexive feeling in your tummy. This is nothing to worry about. It will just open you up better so I can probe more efficiently."

"Ohhhhhhh...ummmm..." She began to moan out as the tube went in and probed her further. Dr. Prichard was beginning to feel highly sadistic and made sure she pumped lots and lots of air into the Janet's colon so she would get some really nice gas pains later."

"See, that was not too bad all done. Now just take off your bra and give it to me. You may keep on the panties and I will call in a nurse to get you a gown." She then turned to Laura and eyed her up and down menacingly and said, "Okay, little missy, it is your turn now. You have seen the routine, so up against wall." Debbie was smiling from ear to ear. She was breaking in two new patients but little did they know that they were going to be more like play things to her twisted mind. Laura just looked at the Doctor feeling terrified. It was going to be a long day for both of them.

* * *

(The doorbell rang and she took a peek through the stained glass. She decided to open the door.)

"Are you Ms. Susan Harrington?"

"Yes, what do you want?" She had full view of the woman holding a thick, but small note binder. It contained mock size rug samples. She also carried a rather large leather bag slung over her shoulder.

"You have been selected for a complete makeover." The saleswoman said.

"What do you mean by makeover?" She seemed puzzled."Oh, our company has randomly selected your house to receive all new carpeting." The saleswoman cheerfully grinned.

"But I did not sign up for anything like this. I am really not interested." She began to close the door but the woman put her foot in to stop it.

"Oh, please, Ma'am, we did come a long way, at least take a look at some of these samples. I am talking free rugs here, completely."

"Who are you and what is the name of your company?"

"Oh, my name is Lili, from Cong Enterprises, perhaps you have heard of us?" She swung her radiant, black hair to the side.

"No, I don't think so."

"Well we sell many items from perfumes to shampoos and even a special line of bras." Her smile became infectious.

"I don't know. I am really not into rugs." She smiled.

"I would love to show you some samples at least? We can do it right here on your front porch if you don't trust me." She made a sad but reassuring face.

"Well, I don't see how that would hurt. Why don't you come inside."

"Thank you, it will only take a few minutes and then if you are still not interested I will leave. My van is right there (she pointed out to the street) and it has some large rug samples which a few of my boys can bring in if you are interested."

"So, why did you pick me?"

"Well, as I said before, it is a random select." Madame Cong's eyes began to radiate power. She opened up her little note book of rugs and handed it to Ms. Harrington. I want you to take a good look at these, and do take your time." She moved the book right up under the woman's nose.

"There seems to be some fragrance to these samples?"

"Oh, yes, you see we feel it gives the rugs a nice fresh scent. You just go ahead and take a nice big whiff now and pull all of that fragrance right into your lungs, dear. You see we offer a line of scented or non-scented rugs. We find that most housewives love to bury themselves deep into the scent. Yes, that's right deep into the scent. You do smell it don't you, Ms. Harrington?"

"Oh, I am not married. Yes, it is rather sw...eet." She slurred her words. "I'm sorry but I feel a bit dizzy."

"Oh, there's no reason to worry about that. Check out some more patterns and take a nice deep breath in. It feels so good taking in the smell, doesn't it?" Madame Cong was beginning to assert some control over the situation.

"Yes, it feels good." Susan was starting to drift into total relaxation. She turned some more rug samples and went further into the scent.

"You have a beautiful home here. I am sure we can set up many fine rugs to takeover the house." She sort of lilted on the word 'takeover' just for fun.

"What do you mean takeover?" She wobbled a bit.

"Oh, nothing; I can see you are feeling rather weak now, aren't you?"

"Yes, but, I..."

"Oh, don't try to understand it, dear. I think right now you have an almost irresistible need to display yourself for me, don't you?" Her voice became quite sensuous.

"I really don't understand. I want to...I feel so nice."

"What do you do for a living, dear?"

"I'm a photographer." She smiled with glazed over eyes.

"I see, so you take beautiful pictures; but when was the last time someone took beautiful pictures of you? You do have a lovely figure. Are you aware of that Ms. Harrington?"

"Please, you can call me Susan. I don't know. I am not a model, just an artist."

"Now, now, you are being way too modest. You need to free yourself. You need to show someone that fine body of yours, don't you?"

"Yes, I need to show my fine body...nee...d to, yes." She began to feel extremely sexy and open to suggestions." Madame Cong's chemical in the carpet samples was working just fine.

"Yes, I know, where do you keep your camera?

"I...well...it is upstairs in my bedroom closet."

"You don't mind if I take a look up there and get your camera out, do you Ms. Harrington...I mean, Susan?"

"I...well...really...all of this seems quite irregular and you seem to be intruding on me here and..."

"Nonsense, I am just trying to open you up. You do want to open up for me don't you?" She moved over to Susan and began to make circle motions on her breasts over her blouse. The poor woman couldn't even move. She was feeling light and heavy at the same time. The diabolical nature of Madame Cong insinuating herself on Ms. Harrington proved to be less of a problem and more of a challenge now. She was getting ready to move in for the ****. Susan was falling deeply under her sensuous charms. She was being systematically pulled deeper and deeper into the will of Madame Cong. "You feel so open now, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I feel so open now."

"I will be right back. You just stay where you are and think about how much more open you wish to be for me, yes?"

"Yes."

"But what do you need that for? You just checked me out with your finger?"

"I can't go as deep with my finger now just be still. I will be pumping on this bulb so you will feel some air go into your butt and you might get a reflexive feeling in your tummy. This is nothing to worry about. It will just open you up better so I can probe more efficiently."

"Ohhhhhhh...ummmm..." She began to moan out as the tube went in and probed her further. Dr. Prichard was beginning to feel highly sadistic and made sure she pumped lots and lots of air into the Janet's colon so she would get some really nice gas pains later."

"See, that was not too bad all done. Now just take off your bra and give it to me. You may keep on the panties and I will call in a nurse to get you a gown." She then turned to Laura and eyed her up and down menacingly and said, "Okay, little missy, it is your turn now. You have seen the routine, so up against wall." Debbie was smiling from ear to ear. She was breaking in two new patients but little did they know that they were going to be more like play things to her twisted mind. Laura just looked at the Doctor feeling terrified. It was going to be a long day for both of them.

* * *

(The doorbell rang and she took a peek through the stained glass. She decided to open the door.)

"Are you Ms. Susan Harrington?"

"Yes, what do you want?" She had full view of the woman holding a thick, but small note binder. It contained mock size rug samples. She also carried a rather large leather bag slung over her shoulder.

"You have been selected for a complete makeover." The saleswoman said.

"What do you mean by makeover?" She seemed puzzled."Oh, our company has randomly selected your house to receive all new carpeting." The saleswoman cheerfully grinned.

"But I did not sign up for anything like this. I am really not interested." She began to close the door but the woman put her foot in to stop it.

"Oh, please, Ma'am, we did come a long way, at least take a look at some of these samples. I am talking free rugs here, completely."

"Who are you and what is the name of your company?"

"Oh, my name is Lili, from Cong Enterprises, perhaps you have heard of us?" She swung her radiant, black hair to the side.

"No, I don't think so."

"Well we sell many items from perfumes to shampoos and even a special line of bras." Her smile became infectious.

"I don't know. I am really not into rugs." She smiled.

"I would love to show you some samples at least? We can do it right here on your front porch if you don't trust me." She made a sad but reassuring face.

"Well, I don't see how that would hurt. Why don't you come inside."

"Thank you, it will only take a few minutes and then if you are still not interested I will leave. My van is right there (she pointed out to the street) and it has some large rug samples which a few of my boys can bring in if you are interested."

"So, why did you pick me?"

"Well, as I said before, it is a random select." Madame Cong's eyes began to radiate power. She opened up her little note book of rugs and handed it to Ms. Harrington. I want you to take a good look at these, and do take your time." She moved the book right up under the woman's nose.

"There seems to be some fragrance to these samples?"

"Oh, yes, you see we feel it gives the rugs a nice fresh scent. You just go ahead and take a nice big whiff now and pull all of that fragrance right into your lungs, dear. You see we offer a line of scented or non-scented rugs. We find that most housewives love to bury themselves deep into the scent. Yes, that's right deep into the scent. You do smell it don't you, Ms. Harrington?"

"Oh, I am not married. Yes, it is rather sw...eet." She slurred her words. "I'm sorry but I feel a bit dizzy."

"Oh, there's no reason to worry about that. Check out some more patterns and take a nice deep breath in. It feels so good taking in the smell, doesn't it?" Madame Cong was beginning to assert some control over the situation.

"Yes, it feels good." Susan was starting to drift into total relaxation. She turned some more rug samples and went further into the scent.

"You have a beautiful home here. I am sure we can set up many fine rugs to takeover the house." She sort of lilted on the word 'takeover' just for fun.

"What do you mean takeover?" She wobbled a bit.

"Oh, nothing; I can see you are feeling rather weak now, aren't you?"

"Yes, but, I..."

"Oh, don't try to understand it, dear. I think right now you have an almost irresistible need to display yourself for me, don't you?" Her voice became quite sensuous.

"I really don't understand. I want to...I feel so nice."

"What do you do for a living, dear?"

"I'm a photographer." She smiled with glazed over eyes.

"I see, so you take beautiful pictures; but when was the last time someone took beautiful pictures of you? You do have a lovely figure. Are you aware of that Ms. Harrington?"

"Please, you can call me Susan. I don't know. I am not a model, just an artist."

"Now, now, you are being way too modest. You need to free yourself. You need to show someone that fine body of yours, don't you?"

"Yes, I need to show my fine body...nee...d to, yes." She began to feel extremely sexy and open to suggestions." Madame Cong's chemical in the carpet samples was working just fine.

"Yes, I know, where do you keep your camera?

"I...well...it is upstairs in my bedroom closet."

"You don't mind if I take a look up there and get your camera out, do you Ms. Harrington...I mean, Susan?"

"I...well...really...all of this seems quite irregular and you seem to be intruding on me here and..."

"Nonsense, I am just trying to open you up. You do want to open up for me don't you?" She moved over to Susan and began to make circle motions on her breasts over her blouse. The poor woman couldn't even move. She was feeling light and heavy at the same time. The diabolical nature of Madame Cong insinuating herself on Ms. Harrington proved to be less of a problem and more of a challenge now. She was getting ready to move in for the ****. Susan was falling deeply under her sensuous charms. She was being systematically pulled deeper and deeper into the will of Madame Cong. "You feel so open now, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I feel so open now."

"I will be right back. You just stay where you are and think about how much more open you wish to be for me, yes?"

"Yes."

Lili headed up the stairs and began to check around in all the rooms. She was looking for any information she could come across. She was making sure her prey didn't have any other ties accept to Sharon Tyler, her sister. Things looked well and she went into the closet to retrieve the camera. It was only going to be used as a prop for her devious mind, but she knew she could coax the woman into almost anything now. It didn't even have any film in it, but she was not worried about that. She took it and headed back down the stairs.

"Well now, I think someone needs to do some nice sexy poses for me, isn't that right?" She smiled and pulled the camera up to take some mock photos.

"I don't understand. You came to give me carpeting and how did we get to this?"

"You don't need to worry your pretty head about that, dear; just pretend you are a hot model now. You need to pose very sexy. You want to pose for me. The need and desire is burning in you now, isn't it?"

"Please stop now, I don't like where this is going." Her token resistance kicked in.

"But you do like it; all your life you have been behind the camera and now you are getting a chance to be in front of it. You know you must look deep into the camera and feel up your body. You need to play with that hot, sexy body of yours and pose for Madame, don't you?"

"I feel so sexy. I need to pose for Madame."

"Yes, dear, be a good girl now and pose for Madame." She began to snap off the camera. Oh, yes dear that is lovely, now tilt your head back and put your hands on your breasts. Pretend you are trying to display them, yes, that's it, run your fingers all over them and on your hips and waist and thighs. Make love to the camera and pout your lips. The camera is someone watching you. I am moving deep into your soul now. You need to open up even more. You want to start removing your clothing. Yes, keep posing sexily for me. You are such a little tart." The poor woman was dizzy with sexual delight. She had never felt this sexy in her entire life. She found herself wanting to remove her clothing. She was becoming a slut for the camera and the ministrations of Madame Cong. She pulled her breasts together like she was going to show off some cleavage, and then she began to unbutton her blouse like a seasoned stripper. Something was indeed opening up for her. It was all the years of pent up emotion and frustration coming to a climax and wanting to live out some fantasies. Suddenly she was alive and fresh like a new blossoming flower. She tossed her blouse to the floor and began to remove her bra.

"Go slowly my dear, nice and slow now. You know, I do believe you could be one of my strippers. Imagine slutting yourself out on stage for me in front of many nasty men while you get stuffed full of money in between those cute little tits. That's right, bend over and show me your hot little ass now. You have such a cute little wiggle my dear, almost spank-able. Go ahead now and wiggle that butt of yours, wiggle it!"

"Oh, Madame, I am wiggling it. I feel so hot and sexy. I need to show you my body."

"Then you simply must, my dear. Take off all your clothes now, but leave on your underwear. Pose nice and sexy like those teen advertisements that show off bras and panties. Make yourself feel young and alive again. Show me what a slut you can be. Make yourself come in your own panties while posing for the camera. You can do it, just take two fingers now and stick them inside. Oh, that is hot, yes, right there. I think you have just the right pose now you little slut."

"Oh, I am going to come all over my fingers. I can't hold it back much longer. I need to come."

"That's it Susan, come all over those sexy, long fingers of yours. You just have a hot little come-come for Madame."

"Emmmmmmmmm, yes a hot little come-come oh yesssssss...I am coming for you."

"Perfect, right in front of the camera, wonderful...now, cut!" She began to laugh out loud. "Now, Ms. Harrington, I think I have the perfect rug for you. She took a radio out of her large, leather bag and spoke, "okay boys, bring in the rug, she is ready."

"I am feeling really tired, perhaps we can do this rug thing another day, please?" She was beginning to shut down and needed to ********

"Nonsense, dear...waste not, want not. We will simply roll out the rug and you can lay on it. You can get a nice feel for its texture, and this way I can get an idea of what style you would like in your home." Three men brought in the rug and moved some furniture quickly out of the way. They moved with such speed it was as if they were wound up little toy soldiers, but they were carpet men from hell. Each man had this weird grin on his face. One man actually began to rub his cock over his trousers, since he had a very large hard on inside of them. He was quickly admonished by Madame Cong, and even Susan noticed what he was doing, but in her state she simply could not think properly and her wobbly legs did not help matters any. Finally they rolled the carpet on the floor. It had red, brown, blue and white colors; and a beautiful oriental design to the pattern. "You see, it is calling you isn't it, dear?"

"Yes, calling me." She looked down at it and felt as if she was going to pass out. Here she was in her pink panties and matching bra if front of a bunch of strange men and a woman who seemed to have her under a spell. Ms. Harrington, felt lewd, but more than that, she could not understand her need to just give in to everything Madame Cong was saying.

"Suddenly, Madame Cong went into her bag again and pulled out this special mask. She maneuvered quickly and attached it over the head and face of Susan. She locked it around her neck tightly with a small plastic strip. The mask served to cut off all air supply to her mouth and nose. In effect, her lungs could not pull in air and she began to flop around trying to remove it. Madame wanted to purge all fight out of Susan and make her feel totally exhausted. Lili twisted her around and then pushed her towards the men who bounced her back and forth between them. Ms. Harrington had no idea what was happening and she was screaming in the mask desperately trying to get air and was getting weaker and weaker. Then one of the men held her and rubbed his hands all over her body and took out a knife to cut the plastic strip so he could remove the mask.

"That's enough!" Madame Cong shouted out, and she was left standing there gasping for air and almost ready to pass out from lack of oxygen.

"You want to sink down into this rug now and rest, don't you, Susan?" Madame said. "It is calling and you must lie down. You must get down on the nice, soft rug. It is so pleasant and so serene. You would love to just take a nice little rest on it, and go to ***** for a while. It feels like quicksand and you must sink yourself deep down into the rug. That's it, my dear, just get right down and dirty into that rug. You will soon understand why my clients keep my rugs, or might I say, they keep them!"

"Yes, I have to rest." She said. Even after the sadistic play and trickery, Susan could not resist the total exhaustion, and the **** still working in her system. She was grateful to simply have oxygen back in her lungs. She got down on the rug and rolled herself around. It felt so good and so inviting, but before she could say another word or even drift off to *****, Madame Cong retrieved a red ball gag from her bag. She quickly ran over to Susan and secured it in her mouth and around her head. Then she tied the woman's arm with straps in back of her and then others all over her body. Ms. Harrington was completely secured before she could barely draw another breath. She began to moan helplessly into the ball gag to no avail.

"You are such a stupid, little tart. My Arab friends love dumb blondes. You will make me good money where you are going. Okay boys, roll her up!" The men, with precision and ease, rolled her up in the carpet and then hoisted it above their shoulders and marched her out. It was all in a day's work and no one would suspect a woman was trapped and rolled securely in a carpet. It was as if the carpet men simply came and then left. Madame Cong simply picked up the carpet sample book and tossed it along with some other items back in her rather large bag and followed behind. They placed their newly acquired rug-girl in the back of the van and Lili followed inside. "I do so love selling carpets." She said as they went on their merry way.

Asservi par mon maître noir


Mars 1984. Depuis quelques années, je me demande si je suis plus attiré par les garçons ou les filles. Il faudrait essayer pour savoir, mais dans mon village c'était impossible.

Je suis à présent en première année de droit à l'université. L'occasion de la découverte s'offre à moi. J'ai pu faire quelques contacts via une association d'étudiants gays. On me catalogue comme passif, c'est à dire que mes partenaires aiment me faire jouer un rôle féminin et se font sucer. Jusqu'à présent, j'ai refusé d'offrir mon petit trou. Je suis devenu la Marie-suce-moi-vite de ce groupe et ce n'est pas pour me déplaire. L'association organise une soirée « cuir et folles ». J'ai l'envie de me travestir, d'autant plus que la salle se trouve tout près de mon studio d'étudiant. Jusqu'à présent je ne l'ai fait qu'un peu pour un mec, il m'avait trouvé très salope et a voulu que je le suce « comme une vraie pute » en m'insultant un peu. Ca m'avait déjà beaucoup excité, mais je voudrais aller plus loin et me travestir en public.

Rien que les préparatifs m'apportent leur lot d'émotions : l'achat de la robe, des sous-vêtements, des chaussures et du maquillage sont autant d'occasions de me demander ce qu'on va penser de moi, dans chaque magasin. Ma plus grande audace, a pour cadre le salon où je demande une coiffure très féminine pour la soirée. Mes cheveux longs se trouvent ramenés en chignon. Je passe ensuite l'après-midi en préparatifs. Finalement je réussis une transformation à peu près acceptable en femme, si l'on oublie la largeur des épaules et les mollets. Je me suis rasé les jambes, les aisselles et la raie des fesses. Je porte des bas, un porte-jarretelles, un string féminin en dentelle passé par-dessus, des escarpins, un soutien-gorge rembourré ainsi qu'une petite robe noire. J'ai un petit sac à main, je suis maquillé et j'ai même pensé au parfum, au vernis et aux boucles d'oreilles.

En sortant, j'ai un peu peur de croiser des gens que je connais, mais ça ne m'arrive pas. Je n'ai pas de manteau et cette courte robe expose mes jambes aux regards et au froid. C'est étrange de sentir le vent s'engouffrant sous la robe et je n'ai pas l'habitude de marcher en talons, malgré les exercices de ces derniers jours. Je suis tout émoustillé à l'idée d'exciter des mecs. Peut-être que je vais faire une belle rencontre ce soir ? Chemin faisant, je me dis que je suis habillé dans le genre « pétasse » et que je risque fort de finir dans le lit d'un mec. De toute manière, je suis bien décidé à dire oui le premier soir...

J'arrive à la salle, je sens des regards sur moi. Je m'installe. Personne ne me connaît mais l'inconvénient c'est que je me trouve un peu seul. En plus je n'oserai jamais aller danser, je risque de me tordre les chevilles ou de montrer mon anatomie bien mal cachée par le string. Quelques garçons me regardent mais pour le moment, aucun ne m'aborde. J'ai tout mon temps, pour commencer je me contente de montrer (mais pas trop) ce que j'offre.

Un groupe de quatre Africains vient d'entrer. Ils ont un air très viril, de conquérants. Je les observe. Ce ne sont pas vraiment des jeunes, ils doivent avoir la trentaine, habillés en style cuir, sado-maso... J'imagine qu'ils ne jouent pas « la femme » au lit ceux là. Penser à leurs sexes réputés si grands m'excite. L'un d'entre eux croise mon regard. Il me sourit largement et me fait signe de le rejoindre. Je fais comme si je n'avais rien vu mais il m'adresse un autre signe plus autoritaire, en me désignant ses bottes, comme s'il voulait dire « au pied ». Troublé, je me lève et m'avance. Mes jambes flageollent. Je me penche vers lui.
« Vous m'avez demandé de venir ? »
« Oui, je n'allais quand même pas me lever pour te chercher ! J'ai envie de voir comment tu balances ce petit corps en rythme, alors vas sur la piste et danse pour moi. » Comme j'hésite il ajoute « Maintenant tu dis oui maître et tu obéis. »
J'hésite un peu. Ce mec s'intéresse à moi, mais qu'il est autoritaire ! Si je commence à obtempérer, il faudra sans doute faire tout ce qu'il veut. Et je suppose qu'il voudra prendre mon cul. Mon choix est vite fait. Ne suis-je pas là pour ça après tout ? Qu'il veuille m'humilier m'excite encore plus. Je déglutis, j'articule « Oui Maître » et me lance sur la piste. Je fais de mon mieux pour l'exciter. Il échange des commentaires avec ses amis en me désignant. Souvent, ils partent dans de grands rires. Je danse, me déhanche, balance les fesses.

Le DJ met des slows. Le gars se lève et me prend dans les bras, me colle contre lui. Il me parle en dansant.
« Quel âge as-tu ? »
« J'ai 18 ans »
« Moi j'en ai 35. Il faut m'appeler maître, souviens-toi. »
« Pourquoi ? »
« Je suis avocat ! Mais surtout, toi tu es une petite salope de blanc qui ne rêve que de se faire mettre par un Noir et moi je suis un Noir très dominateur qui aime bien se taper des petits blancs très soumis. Je suis Maximilien, ou Max, mais pour toi ce sera Maître, ou Maître Maximilien. Alors pour la dernière fois, tu m'appelles Maître. » ajoute-t-il d'un ton sévère.
« Oui Maître. »
« Vu ton âge, tu es vierge ? Tu n'as jamais sucé de mec, tu n'as jamais pris dans le cul ? »
« Je suis tout à fait vierge de l'anus Maître, mais j'ai déjà sucé des hommes. »
« Hum, je vais passer une très bonne nuit de baise alors. J'adore casser le cul d'un petit puceau avec ma grosse queue ! Cette nuit, tu vas pleurer, demander pitié, appeler ta mère, mais en tout cas je te prendrai comme il se doit. Je t'apprendrai à sucer en vrai soumis aussi. Ce soir tu es puceau, demain tu seras une vraie petite pute soumise. »
« Oui maître. »
« Un petit soumis blanc qui connaît sa place, j'aime bien. Je te donnerai de la ceinture avant de te baiser, j'aime trop dérouiller les lopettes dans ton genre. »
J'avale ma salive, j'hésite un peu avant de répondre « vous ferez tout ce que vous voudrez Maître. »
« Tu as peur ? C'est encore mieux. Non seulement je ferai tout ce que je veux, mais tu dois faire tout ce que je te dis. »
« Bien entendu Maître. »

Peu de temps plus tard, il m'emmène rejoindre ses amis.
« Les copains, je vous présente le petit puceau blanc que je vais me faire cette nuit. Mais d'abord tourne-toi que je fasse voir la marchandise aux copains. »
Je me retourne et je sens qu'il soulève ma robe. Je tente de l'en empêcher mais il me tape les mains et je capitule. Ma robe est soulevée jusqu'au dessus des hanches et glissée dans le porte-jarretelles. Il me fait ouvrir et cambrer les fesses, écarte le string, me tapote la croupe. De nombreuses personnes observent la scène plus ou moins discrètement.
« Oh oui je sens que ça sera bon. En attendant, vas nous chercher à boire, sans rabaisser ta robe. Ne t'inquiète pas, ici on en a vu d'autres. »

Mort de honte, je traverse l'assemblée pour atteindre le bar. Pendant que j'attends, un gars me claque un peu les fesses en riant. Durant mon retour, un autre se met sur ma route, il a bu. Il me caresse le cul sans se gêner. Je ne peux pas me défendre avec ce plateau en mains. Je rejoins la table.
« Décidément tu es la reine des salopes. Dès que je ne suis pas là, tu en profites pour te faire peloter. Voici mes amis Albert, Théodore et Jules. Mais tu dois aussi les appeler Maître car maintenant les Noirs sont tes maîtres. En signe de soumission, tu vas te prosterner en faisant bien ressortir ton cul de salope et lécher nos chaussures à tous les quatre. »
Aussitôt je m'agenouille en cambrant les reins et j'entreprends de lécher les chaussures de mes nouveaux maîtres. Maximilien porte des bottes et me fait tout lécher, y compris la semelle. Je suis obligé de rester à genoux un bon bout de temps, je ne peux me relever que pour aller chercher des boissons.

Bien plus tard, mon maître se lève. « J'ai envie de m'occuper de ton cul maintenant. Suis moi. » Arrivé à sa voiture, il me fait enlever ma robe avant de prendre place. Devant chez lui, je dois sortir en sous-vêtements. Il habite un immeuble assez cossu.
Dans l'ascenseur, je retrouve ma position à genoux et c'est à quatre pattes comme un chien que je franchis le palier.

Bien vite, je suis sur le lit dans une position d'attente. Il me fait enlever le string et me placer les jambes écartées, le cul cambré. « Maintenant l'amusement commence. D'abord la ceinture comme promis. Tu vas sentir ta douleur salope, j'aime ça et je n'y vais pas de main morte, tu auras ta dose. » La ceinture me mord les fesses, au moins une trentaine de fois. Ca fait très mal mais il continue. Je dois ensuite écarter les fesses à l'aide des mains et il me frappe verticalement dans la raie, une douzaine de fois. Puis je subis cinq coups dans les couilles, mais pas à pleine *****. Ces coups là ***t vraiment très douloureux. Mon maître a ôté *** pantalon. *** sexe est très grand et gros. Il me crache sur l'anus, me saisit par les hanches puis enfonce *** gland dans mon petit trou. Je me sens comme déchiré. Il ne s'arrête pas là, il s'enfonce entièrement puis entame de puissants va et vient dans mon cul, sans se préoccuper de mes pleurs et mes supplications. Il rythme ses coups de boutoir à la ceinture, sur mon dos, mes flancs, il me tire les cheveux, m'insulte. Mon supplice dure un quart d'heure. Je dois parachever *** plaisir en lui caressant les bourses.

Après, il me fait agenouiller et m'oblige à lui nettoyer le sexe à l'aide de ma langue.
« Je me suis dit qu'il ne servait à rien de te faire un lavement. Ca casse le rythme, je n'aime pas attendre. Et surtout, il est beaucoup plus humiliant pour le soumis de nettoyer sa merde avec la langue. »
J'ai mal aux fesses, je suis en effet très humilié, mais je m'exécute docilement. Je dois ensuite me nettoyer la bouche au savon, dans le bidet, puis le rejoindre pour la suite de mon dressage.

« Maintenant, tu vas goûter une spécialité africaine, la chicotte. C'est plus douloureux que la ceinture, ça c'était l'échauffement. Reprend la position de tout à l'heure mais sans les chaussures. » Un instant se passe. « Souris avec ton petit cul. » Un flash, il a pris une photo. J'écarte les fesses pour qu'il prenne d'autres photos. « C'est beau un cul bien rouge. Maintenant, fai***s-le virer au bleu. » Et alors il m'assène la chicotte, d'abord sur les fesses, puis les cuisses, puis sur la plante des pieds. Cet instrument tombe plus lourdement que la ceinture et fait vraiment très mal. Mon maître ne retient pas vraiment ses coups, le sévice est terrible et me paraît interminable. Enfin il s'arrête et vient s'asseoir au bord du lit.

« A genoux, petit pédé. Tu vas avoir une leçon de pipe. La ceinture, c'est pour te motiver et pour mieux m'exciter. »
Je dois lui lécher les testicules et bien entendu, lui sucer la queue. J'ai bien du mal à faire entrer cet engin dans ma bouche. Il m'appuie sur la tête pour s'enfoncer dans ma gorge, je dois lui caresser les bourses tandis que la ceinture me claque les fesses en rythme. « Tu vois, je savais que tu n'avais jamais fait une pipe de soumis, comme maintenant, à genoux et en prenant le gland dans la gorge. » Lorsqu'il jouit, je m'emploie à tout avaler et je ressens un grand soulagement. Du pied, il me ***** à me prosterner pendant qu'il se repose un peu. Je prends l'initiative de lui embrasser le pied et je crois qu'il apprécie.

Nous partons ensemble prendre une douche. Je lui lave puis sèche le corps comme à un dieu vivant. De retour au lit, je dois le masser mais je n'y connais rien et il me repousse.
« Les chiens dorment au pied du lit du maître. »
Allongé sur le sol, ma nuit est blanche, mais lui s'endort et ronfle bruyamment.

Le lendemain matin, il me dit comment lui préparer le petit-déjeuner, que je lui sers au lit. Il se régale d'une pipe matinale en buvant *** café. Il me flatte la croupe en commentant « T'es une bonne salope bien soumise. Je me demande si je ne te garderais pas comme esclave domestique en plus d'être mon trou à sperme. » Ca peut paraître incroyable mais je suis enchanté d'entendre ça. Il apprécie donc tellement ma soumission ! Je m'applique à bien le sucer en poussant de petits gémissements. Il aime visiblement ça. « Oui c'est décidé, maintenant tu es à moi. Tu deviens comme ma femme soumise. Tu serviras mon plaisir, je te battrai, tourmenterai et humilierai à volonté et tu t'occuperas de tout le ménage, comme une bonne petite femme. Tu porteras une tenue de bonniche sexy pour que ce soit bien clair pour tout le monde. Je te ferai trimer d'une façon très humiliante et dégradante, comme ça tu te rappelleras toujours de ta condition d'esclave, tu marcheras à la baguette ! » Pour toute réponse, je le prends plus profond dans ma gorge en lui caressant les couilles. Il ne tarde pas à jouir et je n'en laisse pas échapper une goutte.
« Merci maître, je tâcherai de me montrer digne de cet honneur. »

Nous sommes un samedi et mon maître décide de me faire commencer tout de suite. Je passe la matinée à nettoyer *** appartement. Cependant, je n'ai pas l'habitude du travail ménager et ça se voit certainement.

« Tu as beaucoup à apprendre, mais je vais te faire donner une formation. En attendant, sortons acheter ton uniforme. »

Mon maître me rend ma robe de soirée et m'emmène dans des boutiques. Il m'achète trois tabliers, trois jupes, trois chemisiers. Cet uniforme doit toujours rester impeccable, il faut me changer dès que c'est sale et lessiver rapidement pour toujours avoir un uniforme de rechange.

Le soir, je suis autorisé à passer me changer avant d'aller chez ma mère.

A mon retour, je reçois un coup de fil.
« Salut ma lopette blanche. Comme promis, je t'ai trouvé une formation de soubrette. A partir de demain, tu suivras l'enseignement de mon amie Gisèle. Elle sait qu'elle doit t'imposer une discipline de fer et te fouetter au besoin. Je lui ai dit que tu dois devenir parfait, que mon appartement devra rester en permanence impeccable grâce à ton travail. En échange, tu devras nettoyer *** appartement en plus du mien. On dirait que ça l'amuse autant que moi d'utiliser un esclave blanc pour les tâches domestiques. Ta formation commencera demain. Ce soir j'ai envie de te fouetter et de te prendre. Fais-toi belle et viens me rejoindre. »

Le dressage de Michel


Ce ne fut pas immédiat ! Nous étions mariés depuis quelques années et c'est au fil de nos échanges amoureux que nous nous sommes aperçus l'un et l'autre de nos penchants. Il est vrai que déjà, nous n'avions pas de tabou au point que dans nos jeux amoureux nous échangions volontiers les rôles dominé/dominant. Mais l'élément déterminant est le fait que mon chéri est très exhibitionniste et moi pas du tout ! Nous sommes ni l'un, ni l'autre attiré par quelque forme de sadomasochiste hard, c'est-à-dire que nous ne fai***s pas de place aux jeux violents sous quelques formes que ce soit. Le plus hard est l'utilisation du fouet, mais c'est sans violence.
Ma domination ne s'exprime qu'à travers ***************. Cela veut dire qu'il y à forcément un voyeur (moi) et un exhibé (Michel) avec la notion « publique ».
Pas très excitant comme début non ? Patience, ça vient et c'est plutôt chaud...

Premières situations

J'ai commencé par exiger que Michel soit le plus souvent possible nu et qu'il ne porte le moindre vêtement sans l'autorisation de sa Maitresse. Être nu cela implique l'épilation depuis le ventre jusqu'aux reins, ou complète éventuellement. De cette manière, rien ne viendrait cacher le moindre détail de *** intimité qui d'ailleurs doit toujours être bien en vu. J'adore les hommes épilés, car c'est un début de féminisation. Il est vrai aussi qu'en cas de visite chez un médecin Il y à l'éventualité qu'il puisse se mettre nu pour une rai*** ou une autre. Cela n'est encore jamais arrivé, mais nous avons choisi une femme médecin, au cas ou...

Aujourd'hui

Michel montre une lubricité très poussée. Il ne débande pratiquement pas pendant les séances **************** qui peuvent durer plusieurs heures voir des jours complets. Je l'ai habitué à se présenter régulièrement devant moi pour un examen de *** anatomie.
Il doit d'abord me présenter sa croupe, dans une position exagérément cambrée
-Vérification de la cambrure de sa croupe et de *** épilation, doigtage et fouille minutieuse de *** trou, vérification de l'élasticité de ses couilles et de leur faculté à pendre et s'allonger. Puis *** cul est claqué.
Ensuite face à moi, il doit se tenir genoux légèrement fléchis et cuisses écartées.
-Les couilles ***t encore travaillées. Après une évaluation commentée de *** érection, sa queue est branlée. Il s'agit de faire monter le jus et d'arrêter avant l'éjaculation histoire de bien remplir ses couilles en vue de la traite.
Si je suis satisfaite de mon étalon, il a droit à une bonne série de claques sur le cul pour le faire rosir avec des mots d'encouragement. Je le complimente en lui disant que c'est un bon mâle monté comme un cheval et bien obéissant, que sa sucette est bien juteuse (je récupère sa mouille du bout du doigt lui fait ouvrir la bouche et l'étale sur sa langue) et que vais peut être utilisé sa longue tige comme godemiché. Je le prends fermement par les couilles et lui dit qu'il est bientôt prêt à être trait.
Si je ne suis pas contente, le tarif est de trente coups de fouet et il est traité de petite bite , vilain chien, etc.
Je dois dire que ce jeux et très excitant pour tous les deux, d'autant que mon humeur à ce moment est capricieuse...

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J'avoue déborder d'imagination sur ce sujet !
Le point culminant est que je le considère non pas comme un homme asservi, mais véritablement comme un ******. Une espèce hybride, moitié vache, moitié cheval et ça lui plait !
Michel est comblé en sachant que sa seule utilité est de produire un bon et copieux jus de couilles. Tous les deux jours à lieux la traitent. Après de nombreuses montées de jus, au moins une cinquantaine, mon chéri est préparé :
Harnais de traite qui maintient enfoncé dans *** cul un gode de bonne taille et couilles baguées et lestées. Je le branle et le fais gicler dans un récipient.
Selon la quantité de sperme recueilli, je lui fais déguster à la petite cuillère. Je dépose le jus sur sa langue. Il ne doit pas avaler tout de suite, mais profiter de chaque cuillère en le gardant bien en bouche. Je le félicite en lui disant que je suis contente et qu'avec toutes ces vitamines sa queue va encore s'allonger...
Il m'arrive parfois de garder *** sperme au frigo et d'ajouter jour après jour la nouvelle récolte. Il peut avoir ainsi un demi verre de jus de couilles que je lui sers en apéritif, ou étalé sur un pain demi, ou encore cela peut faire une bonne sauce pour accompagner le plat de mon esclave!
Plus rarement, je m'en sers comme crème de beauté en l'étalant sur *** ventre et sur sa croupe ou sur tout le corps. Bien sûr il doit laisser sécher le jus et ne pas se laver. Moi je suis un peu privée, car j'aime sa liqueur.
Ce mâle aime être souillé, je vous l'ai dit, Michel n'est pas un homme. Bien sûr, il s'occupe de ma toilette intime et il s'applique bien entre mes fesses. J'ai même pris l'habitude de garder plusieurs jours mes slips pour les lui faire nettoyer.
Mais je crois que le plus humiliant est la façon de pisser que je lui impose. Évidemment, je me suis amusée à me vider sur lui, mais ce qui est le plus drôle, c'est de contrôler la vidange de sa vessie. Il lui est interdit de pisser sans m'en avertir. À ce moment, je le fais allonger par terre, tient sa bite dans ma main et lui dit qu'il peut y aller. Elle ne reste d'ailleurs pas longtemps molle. Il bande presque immédiatement et se soulage la queue dressée. Moi je me contente de diriger le jet pour qu'il retombe sur sa poitrine. Je rigole en visant sa bouche que je lui demande d'ouvrir. L'été, mon mari dégoulinant de sa pisse se promène ainsi dans le verger de notre mai*** de campagne, attendant que ça sèche pour recommencer quand il aura suffisamment bu.
À vrai dire, il y eut un tournant dans nos jeux, le jour où je me suis dit que ce serait terriblement plus excitant d'exhiber et d'humilier Michel devant quelques dames !
Finalement, cela s'est fait assez facilement et le plus naturellement du monde.
De puis deux ans nous avons eu plusieurs expériences. Vous les avez peux être suivie sur quelques blogs, entre autres avec mon amie Aline et *** esclave Sophie.
Je vais vous raconter comment cela s'est passé la toute première fois, à l'insu de Michel.

En public

Pour le fonctionnement de mon entreprise, j'ais deux assistantes avec qui je m'entends particulièrement bien : Élodie et Alexie. Nous sommes par la ***** des choses souvent les unes avec les autres. Cela aurait pu être problématique, mais bien au contraire nous avons lié une véritable complicité. Il n'est pas rare qu'elle vienne à la mai***, soit dans le cadre de leur fonction, soit pour une visite amicale. Michel les connait bien sûr, mais sans plus, car au départ je voulais tenir séparé mon job et ma vie privée. Ce n'a pas été le cas longtemps...
C'était au mois de juillet. L'idée était d'inviter Élodie et Alexie un weekend entier. À plusieurs reprises je leur avais parlé de ma relation « particulière » avec Michel, mais sans trop rentrer dans les détails, et en restant évasif, car je ne voulais pas les choquer en quoi que ce soit. Sur deux jours, il était possible de trouver une forme d'intimité entre nous quatre, et si cela ne se faisait pas tant pis ! En gros, je contais sur le samedi pour « tâter » le terrain avec quelques signes de provoque bien net qui laisserait présager de ce qui était possible le lendemain. Soit cela les excitait, soit elles partaient en courant !
Elles répondirent toute les deux avec un vif enthousiasme à mon invitation, et eurent un sourire malicieux quand je répondis positivement à leur question : Est-ce que Michel sera là ?
C'était sans doute simplement la curiosité de rencontrer mon mari dont elles connaissaient le gout pour la domination, mais j'y voyais un signe plutôt positif, car si cela leur avait fait peur, elles auraient gentiment dit « non ».
Le samedi se passa comme prévu : Nous profitâmes de la piscine, alternant maillot de bain et petite tenue légère de rigueur avec l'été.

J'ai oublié de préciser que Michel n'était absolument pas au courant de mon plan et imaginait sans doute être de repos dans sa condition d'esclave ! Il eut peut-être un doute (et me l'avoua par la suite) quand il exécuta mon premier ordre. Oh, il n'y avait rien de particulièrement choquant, j'exigeais tout simplement qu'à la place du maillot de bain il porte un slip blanc avec interdiction absolue d'enfiler d'autres vêtements. Voyez-vous, des hommes en maillot de bain, il y en à tellement qu'on ne les regarde même plus. Remplacez-le par un slip, un vrai avec la poche histoire qu'il n'y ait pas de confusion et cela change tout... et puis mouillé, il laisse bien mieux apercevoir ce qu'il contient.
Pour le premier bain de la journée, c'est ainsi que Michel apparut. *** épilation avait été volontairement particulièrement soignée et remontait jusqu'au nombril. Le reste de *** torse laissait apparaître quelques poils, mais rien de bien important, juste ce qu'il faut pour comprendre que le bas était épilé. Bref, *** apparition fut remarquée. Des petits sourires en coin assortis de réflexion du genre :
-Avec cette chaleur on a du mal à supporter le moindre vêtement n'est-ce pas ?
Élodie et Alexie n'étaient habituellement pas familières avec Michel qu'elles vouvoyaient. Ils se connaissaient peu, n'ayant fait que de se croiser. Le comportement de mes deux jeunes amies tendait à me montrer que mon plan fonctionnait.
Sorties de la piscine, nous nous étalâmes au soleil. Cela devient compliqué pour Michel qui était visiblement gêné de voir que *** slip mouillé sans être transparent était devenu complètement détendu. Il ne resta pas longtemps allongé sur le dos et se retourna pour cacher autre chose qu'une simple transparence. J'étais persuadée que mon étalon commençait à bander sans retenue.
Alexie et Élodie m'adressèrent un joli sourire en découvrant la croupe bien ronde de Michel. Nous ne pûmes résister à l'envie de rire joyeusement.
C'est ce moment que je choisis pour ordonner gentiment à mon mari de nous préparer un café. Il se leva et fut donc obligé de passer devant nous.
À ce moment, j'attrapais *** poignet le stoppant net dans *** élan. Il se retrouva face à nous le slip tendu par sa queue bandée comme un arc. Le coton mouillé était devenu lache. J'avais pris soin de détendre les élastiques pour qu'il ne serrent pas le haut des cuisses de mon mari. Résultat, l'entrejambe bâillait laissant deviner ce qui pourtant aurait dû être caché.

-C'est gentil de nous servir, lui adressai-je
Puis :
-Va vite nous préparer ce café !
Et je le laissais partir après lui avoir donné une petite tape sur la croupe.

Après quelques minutes, je laissais seul Élodie et Alexie pour rejoindre Michel. Il me regarda d'un air interrogatif, mi-figue, mi-raisin. Je mi ma main dans *** slip, trouvait sa bite bandée et commençait à le branler.
-Surtout obéi-moi à la lettre, quoi qu'il se passe petit cochon, et tache d'avoir un comportement digne de ton éducation d'esclave. Si tu cherches encore à cacher ton intimité de mâle en chaleur à mes amis, il va t'en cuire. Au contraire, je veux te voir évoluer sans retenue avec ta tige qui pointe dans ton slip de pute. Je t'interdis toute pudeur ! De plus, toutes les demi-heures tu t'absenteras pour aller t'astiquer la queue dans ton slip. Dans une heure, je veux le voir tacher de mouille, est-ce bien compris ? Et ne t'avise pas pour autant à décharger ! Si je suis contente de toi, je te déculotterai devant Alexie et Élodie et leur montrerais que tu es monté comme un vrai cheval.
Il me répondit un timide « oui ». Visiblement il était aussi excité que gêné.
De retour avec mes invitées nous nous installâmes sur la terrasse, devant une petite table, à deux pas de la piscine. Après quelques minutes, Michel nous rejoignit, portant un plateau. Il était encore plus indécent, on devinait sa bite tendue dont le bout poussait l'élastique du slip et ne demandait qu'à sortir. Il se tenait devant nous avec une cambrure bien marquée qui non seulement arrondissait sa croupe, mais tendait *** ventre en avant. La position de l'esclave en attente d' un ordre.
Le regard d'Alexie et d'Élodie voyageait du slip de Michel à ses yeux et aux miens. Ce fut Élodie qui prit la parole :

-voilà un beau service !
-Fait par un serviteur tout à fait charmant !
Ajouta Alexie
Je fini par donner une bonne claque sur les fesses de mon mari :
-N'ai pas peur, lui dis-je elles ne vont pas te manger !
Il posa le plateau sur la table.
-Tu as grossi mon chéri tes habits *** trop petit, montre un peut...
Je le fis tourner pour qu'il nous présente sa croupe.
-Tu vois ça ne tient pas dedans
Je palpais *** cul à travers le slip sous le regard attentif de mes amies qui riaient. Je le fis retourner.
-Et là, n'en parlons pas !
Ma main se posa entre ses cuisses et enveloppa ses couilles. Le slip tendu par la bite de mon chéri ne pouvait plus tout envelopper. Près de l'aine, l'élastique était détendu et on devinait la naissance d'une de ses couilles.
-qu'en pensez-vous ?
Élodie et Alexie n'en pouvaient plus de rire.
-En effet déclara Alexie, tu devrais lui faire confectionner des slips sur mesure.
-Un petit pour boire pour le serveur demandais-je aux filles.
Je donnais une dizaine de claques en flattant la croupe de Michel.
-Merci chéri tu es un bon serviteur !
Et je le poussais ver Alexie et Élodie.
-Va chercher ton pour boire !
À leur tour, elles flattèrent sa croupe l'une après l'autre alternant claque et caresses.
Nous rimes de bon cœur, mais je décidais d'en rester là pour le moment.
Nous arrivions au milieu de la journée. Le repas fut vite préparé : Salade et barbecue. Michel évoluait maintenant sans retenue et en toute impudeur. Nous nous étions à nouveau trempés dans la piscine. Alexie et Élodie s'amusaient ouvertement de la situation. Nous sortîmes les premières de l'eau et nous plantèrent devant l'échelle pour contempler mon mari.
-Attends avait dit Élodie à Michel
Nous allâmes chercher trois chaises longues et nous installâmes. Confortablement
-Tu peux sortir maintenant !
Mon mari sorti de l'eau sous nos regards amusés, tout penaud. Le coton de *** slip était cette fois complètement détendu, mais la bosse avait disparu.
- Approche-toi, on dirait que l'eau te fait maigrir !
Michel se planta en face de moi et se mit en position d'attente d'ordre.
-C'est drôle Michel, dit Élodie, tu me fais penser à Élie, mon cocker, docile comme tu es ! Tu à l'air aussi doux qu'elle. Parce que la seule différence c'est que c'est une femelle et toi tu es un mâle n'est-ce pas ?
Michel souriait. Comme il était face à moi, je n'eus aucune difficulté pour attraper l'élastique de *** slip et le tirer pour regarder à l'intérieur.

-Tu vois Élodie, Je ne sais pas si tu as rai***. Je ne vois là qu'une petite bite de chien ! Voyons chéri ne me fais pas honte tu n'es pas une femelle quand même ton vente est lisse comme celui d'une fille!
Nous nous amusâmes à le faire évoluer devant nous. En moins d'une minute, il fit à nouveau gonfler *** slip
!À tour de rôle nous lui donnions nos ordres. Mes amies n'étaient pas en reste. Il eut droit à nos commentaires les plus salaces. Nous parlions de lui à la troisième per***ne et ne lui adressions la parole que pour lui donner un ordre, ce qui était encore plus humiliant.
-Tu vois Caroline, de nos jours il est difficile de trouver de la bonne qualité. Le tissu de *** slip est trop fin.
-Tourne-toi chéri que nous puissions vois ce qui cloche...
Michel obéit
-Là, regarde sous sa croupe on voit ses boules
-je ne vois rien se plaignit Alexie !
-Mets-toi à quatre pattes Michel, fais preuve de bonne volonté !
Mon mari se mit à quatre pattes. Je me levais, m'agenouillai à côté de lui. Je tirais l'élastique de l'entrecuisse qui bâillait mettant à jour ses couilles pendantes.
-Comme ça tu vois mieux Élodie ?
-Oui oui, je comprends ! Elles ***t grosses...
-Le problème vient surement d'une mauvaise coupe du tissu, rajouta Alexie, ce n'est pas fait pour des couilles pareilles !
-Il faut dire qu'aujourd'hui on économise sur tout, il

manque du tissu, c'est évident !
- Marche ! Ordonnais-je à Michel
A quatre pattes, mon étalon fit des cercles devant nous. Selon sa position nous pouvions contempler ses couilles se balancer tenus qu'à moitié par le slip de coton qui n'avait plus de formes. La naissance de sa queue était bien visible également. Le reste était plus ou moins enveloppé par le coton tendu jusqu'à *** nombril.
-Et pour le devant, demandais-je, que faudrait-il faire ?
-Il faut voir ça de plus prêt, déclara Alexie en se levant.
Elle prit Michel par la main.
-Venez !

Nous retournâmes sur la terrasse et nous assîmes les unes en face des autres. Alexie plaça Michel au milieu. Ainsi, chacune pouvait contempler la partie qui nous intéressait sous un angle différent. J'étais aux anges de voir Alexie et Élodie s'amuser autant et prendre des initiatives. Elles étaient terriblement moqueuses, et la situation devenait particulièrement humiliante pour Michel. Parfait ! J'étais décidée à ce stade du jeu de laisser faire mes amies en les guidant simplement là où je voulais.
-Voyez-vous Alexie et Élodie, je me demande ce qui ne va pas de ce côté.
Tout en parlant, à travers le tissu je caressais du bout des doigts la longue tige de mon esclave, depuis le bas jusqu'à *** bout.
-Le tissu est tellement fin
C'était une invitation suffisamment claire pour que mes amies en profitent. Leurs doigts s'ajoutèrent aux miens.
-Quelle honte tout de même, un étalon pareil mérite mieux, déclara Alexie.
-Regardez sur le bout de *** truc, il tache *** slip !

Effectivement, une tache large comme une pièce commençait à apparaître sur le tissu tendu vers le nombril.
-Ce doit être gênant pour lui d'exposer ainsi ses attributs, et de montrer sa production de petit jus!
Élodie caressait le bout de la tige de Michel à travers *** slip. Elle faisait des petits ronds du bout de *** doigt juste là où il y avait la salissure. Mon mari mouillait tellement que le jus avait traversé le tissu fin et coulait.
-Regardez, il sort *** petit jus, s'exclama Élodie en jouant avec.
-Il ne sait pas se retenir, ce n'est pas un homme, mais mâle ! Je trouve amusant de le culotter, mais il est beaucoup plus à l'aise nu métreriez-vous un slip sur le cul d'un porc ? Tu as encore taché ton slip petit cochon !
Nous éclatâmes de rire !
Tout en riant, je glissais ma main dans le slip de mon mari pour jouer avec ses

couilles.
-Mais Caroline, quelle différence y-a-t'il ente un homme et un mâle comme Michel, demanda Alexie ?
Le jeu devenait intéressant !
-Je ne suis pas bien sûr de savoir ce qu'est vraiment un homme ni à quoi il peut servir en dehors d'être ton amoureux ce qui est mignon je te l'accorde. Mais les hommes ***t d'humeur changeante et surtout ils ne ***t guère fidèles. Un mâle est utile et parfaitement obéissant il se doit de répondre à toutes tes exigences, car tu es sa maîtresse. Et puis c'est décoratif non ?
Alexis et Élodie répondirent « oui » en cœur
-en dehors du plaisir de pouvoir l'utiliser comme il me plait, j'ai dressé Michel pour être un étalon producteur.
-Producteur ? demande Élodie.
Franchement, j'ai maudit les saucisses qui étaient en train de bruler! Mes amies étaient prêtes pour une présentation en détail de mon esclave. Au lieu de ça, nous nous sommes précipités sur le barbecue pour sauver ce qui était possible. Comme dans le mouvement Michel était en train de débander, je lui ai discrètement ordonné de se caresser la queue et de se tripoter les couilles sans mettre sa main dans le slip et surtout sans faire quoi que ce soit pour se cacher. Je lui ai également interdit de remonter le slip. L'élastique de la ceinture totalement détendu était incapable de le maintenir en place et il ne tenait que par la grâce du Saint-Esprit. Mon chéri était d'une délicieuse indécence. La naissance de ses fesses étaient découverte et franchement je n'avais qu'une envie, c'était de le mettre complètement à poil !
Mais l'heure était à déguster d'autres genres de saucisses...

Une nouvelle secrétaire


Une nouvelle secrétaire

Lara était une très jolie jeune femme de 22 ans qui travaillait depuis trois semaines en tant que secrétaire pour monsieur Dupont, associé d'un important cabinet d'avocat. Lara partageait *** bureau avec une autre secrétaire de l'autre associé.

Elle se plaisait bien dans ses nouvelles fonctions et espérait qu'on la garderait longtemps. Elle remplaçait la secrétaire de ce monsieur Dupont partie pour un congé maternité.

Beaucoup d' hommes de passage l'avaient remarquée, une jolie rousse aux jambes interminables, avec de beaux yeux verts de chat qui ornaient un joli visage au teint d'ivoire. Ses formes voluptueuses ne laissaient per***ne indifférent. Elle s'habillait très classiquement, mais on pouvait très bien imaginer ce qui se cachait sous ses vêtements.

Monsieur Dupont était un homme d'une quarantaine d'années, charmant, conscient de la beauté de sa nouvelle secrétaire et amateur de sexe. Il s'était promis de, bientôt, la mettre dans *** lit. Il ne faisait que penser à elle. Marié à une femme pas très chaude au lit, ce soir il avait vraiment envie de se faire sa voluptueuse secrétaire, il presse sur l'interphone :

- Lara, venez dans mon bureau !

- Oui monsieur, j'arrive.

Quand elle fut arrivée dans le bureau, il lui expliqua la situation :

- Lara, j'ai besoin de vous ce soir. Le dossier des gitans n'est pas terminé et il faut que je le finalise maintenant, j'espère que vous êtes libre ?

- Oui, monsieur pas de problèmes.

- D'accord ! Vers 18 heurs, téléphonez chez Marion et faites donc livrer un léger souper pour deux et après on attaque le boulot !

- Oui, monsieur ! Je commande quoi ?

- Choisissez vous même, enfin un menu classique et vite mangé, pas du pois*** avec des arrêtes

Sans l'avouer, Lara avait une attirance pour *** patron, dès *** embauche. Elle était secrètement contente de rester avec lui ce soir. Après un repas simple, ils travaillèrent d'arrache-pied, pour finir vers 20 heures.

- Nous avons très bien travaillé, dit monsieur Dupont en se levant et s'installant dans le fauteuil. Venez donc vous asseoir un peu.

Lara prit place, dans le fauteuil à coté un peu intimidée et *** patron commença à lui poser toutes sortes de questions :

- Avez-vous un petit copain ?

- Oui, depuis environ un an monsieur, mais notre relation n'est pas définitive.

- Alors ! vous pouvez le laisser tomber dit *** patron, en frôlant sa cuisse contre la sienne. Tu sais Lara j'ai d'autres projets très intéressants pour nous. Tu aimes travailler ici avec moi ?

Lara n'était pas choquée du tutoiement.

- Oui, je veux bien le laisser tomber.

- Tu souhaites progresser rapidement dans ton travail ?

- Bien sûr, monsieur, j'aimerais bien.

- C'est possible, mais alors il faut être très gentille. J'aime voir mes secrétaires toujours disponible, et obéir au doigt et à l'œil.

Un peu mal à l'aise tout de même, Lara écoutai attentivement.

- Je suis sûr que tu vas aimer, dit-il en lui caressant les cheveux. Si tu es très gentille, je vais l'être aussi beaucoup avec toi, genre augmentation de salaire et avantages. Me comprends-tu Lara ?

- Hum, pas tout à fait monsieur, répondit-elle, jouant la petite mijaurée.

- Alors ! Je vais être plus clair. Cela fait trois semaines que je vois tes gros tétons se promener sous mes yeux et je bande à chaque fois. Maintenant il me faut plus que juste te mater, et je pourrai enfin me concentrer sur mon travail.

Lara bouche bée, se figea sur place. Mais un petit feu lui brûlait déjà le ventre, le désir. *** patron s'avança et, une main dans ses cheveux, mis ses lèvres sur les siennes et enfonça la langue dans sa bouche.

- Ouvre la bouche, ouvre bien la bouche ma belle et donne-moi ta langue !

Pétrissant les gros seins de la secrétaire par-dessus *** chemisier, sa main trouva rapidement les boutons. Il s'empressa de les ouvrir et ses doigts touchèrent le soutien-gorge.

- Mais qu'est-ce que je vois ? Un joli soutien-gorge bien sage, tu caches bien ton jeu, ma cochonne, dit-il en massant à pleines mains la poitrine de Lara bien tendus sous l'étoffe !

Il dégrafa le tout, pour s'en saisir à deux mains ses seins et les soupeser.

- Hum, ils ***t beaux avec leurs gros bouts prêts à se faire téter, ajouta-t-il en lui pinçant doucement les mamelons !

Lara soupira.

- Dit-moi ! Lara ! Tu aimes ce que je te fais ma petite cochonne ?

Et, il les massa, les pressa, titilla les bouts tendus par l'excitation. La bouche pleine, il laissa vagabonder sa main sous la jupe de Lara :

- Hum ! Dis-moi ? c'est bien chaud par-là !

Il pressa la paume de sa main sur *** pubis et entra complètement sa main dans la culotte de sa secrétaire.

- Oh, mais tu es toute mouillée ma cochonne, si tu voulais te faire tripoter avant, il fallait le dire, j'adore les petites vicieuses dans ton genre.

Lara haletait, la tête renversée en arrière. *** patron la caressait avec délice et les mots vulgaires qu'il prononçait l'excitaient, à sa grande honte. Il remonta sa jupe, le vêtement roulé à la taille. Il descendit sa culotte. Puis, il s'agenouilla en face d'elle, assise sur le canapé et commença à fouiller de sa langue la chatte trempée de sa secrétaire. Il se retira peu après pour lui enfoncer *** index dans le vagin :

- Tu aimes ça, hein ? Je vais bien te la lécher ta grosse chatte toute juteuse, dit-il en faisant glisser *** index et les autres doigts qu'il venait de rajouter.

Lara soufflait, trois doigts dans sa chatte et une bouche qui se promenait de *** mamelon à *** clitoris. Gagnée par le plaisir, elle inonda la main de *** patron et gémit très fort

- Mais tu jouis, petite cochonne ! Maintenant que tu as bien pris ton pied, tu vas me faire voir ce que tu peux faire avec ta jolie bouche. Viens me sucer !

Il se mit debout, défit *** pantalon et sortit une queue énorme, longue, large et veinée. Il posa sa main sur le manche et décalotta le gland, tout rouge, qu'accompagnaient deux grosses couilles bien velues.

- Elle te plaît ma grosse queue ? J'en suis sûr. Mets-toi à genoux et suce moi ma belle !

Lara se mit à genoux et *** patron empoigna ses cheveux pour amener *** visage au niveau de sa bite. La grosse pine de monsieur Dupont lui emplit la bouche. A chaque coup de rein de celui-ci, *** gros cap allait jusque dans sa gorge. *** patron gémissait comme un fou.

- C'est ça, suce, bien, lèche-moi et caresse-moi les couilles en même temps ! Hum c'est très bon ! Dit-moi ! Ton copain a une aussi grosse queue ?

- Non, elle n'est pas aussi grosse.

- Reprends ton travail, on ne parle pas la bouche pleine, ajouta-t-il. Tu es très douée, plus douée que les deux autres secrétaires de mon associé. Une a plus d'expérience que toi mais tu as plus de potentiel. Cela viendra, j'en suis sûr. Continue, ne t'arrête pas, c'est très bon ! Arrête, sinon je vais tout lâcher, couche-toi sur le bureau !

Lara, jupe retroussée à la taille, chemisier complètement ouvert, s'allongea sur le bureau. *** patron, toujours habillé, sa grosse queue dressée dépassant tout juste de *** pantalon s'approcha. A eux deux, ils formaient un tableau des plus excitant. Il lui écarta les jambes. Sa mouille dégoulinait sur ses fesses. Il promena *** gland sur *** clitoris, sur ses lèvres.

- Tu la veux, hein ? Tu veux te faire mettre, petite cochonne. Tiens, prends bien ma pine !

Dans un mouvement de hanche, il s'enfonça dans sa moiteur. Il s'arrêta rendu au fond et savoura la sensation puis reprit *** mouvement.

- Oh, oui, petite cochonne, tu aimes bien ? dis-le !

- Oh oui, c'est bon !

Il remonta ses jambes verticalement et la baisa furieusement en pétrissant ses gros seins et elle approchait doucement de l'orgasme. Il stoppa et lui dit :

- Retourne-toi, appuie-toi sur le bureau et ouvre bien les fesses !

- Non ! Pas les fesses !

- Chut, n'aies pas peur, je vais te faire jouir comme jamais.

Il lui lécha l'anus et Lara y prit un grand plaisir. Il chercha de la mouille de sa chatte pour enduire *** petit trou. Il promena une dernière fois *** gland sur la moule juteuse de sa secrétaire pour bien le lubrifier puis l'appuya sur l'anus encore vierge et commença à pousser.

- Ouvre-toi, oh oui, hum, c'est bon, tu es très étroite, j'adore ! Ton copain ne t'encule pas ?

Lara hocha négativement de la tête.

- Tu vas voir, tu vas adorer ça.

- Mais elle est trop grosse, ça fait mal.

Une fois le gland entré, monsieur Dupont poussa davantage. Sa queue entrait difficilement, petit à petit. Il était rendu aux trois quarts et entama un mouvement de va-et-vient. Il poussa plus fort pour entrer entièrement. Quand la poussée se fit plus énergique, Lara commença à apprécier, la douleur qui ce transforme en plaisir.

- Tu aimes hein, ma cochonne ? Je le savais, ton petit trou serré a l'air d'adorer ma grosse queue.

Agrippé à ses gros seins, il lui martelait le cul très énergiquement en l'insultant.

- Toutes pareilles, on leur touche un sein et, hop, elles ouvrent leur cul à la première bite venue pour se faire défoncer, elles adorent ! toute.

Ensuite il la prit par un bras, l'agenouilla sur le tapis, entra sa queue à peine sortie du cul dans sa bouche. Il se branla sur *** visage. Puis il vida ses couilles dans sa bouche et sur ses joues.

- Tiens avale, tu me vides complètement, prends tout ! Ne perd pas une goutte.

Il éjacula en gémissant et en criant, au risque d'alerter l'immeuble tout entier.

Quelques minutes plus tard, apaisés, ils se rhabillèrent tous deux. En lui caressant les cheveux, il lui donna une petite enveloppe de billets, pour les heures supplémentaires de la soirée.

- On va recommencer, tu peux en être certaine, on va former une bonne équipe tous les deux.

Lara le gratifia d'un sourire de connivence qu'il lui rendit.

- Il faut que je me sauve, ma femme doit m'attendre.

Trois en une fois... nous sommes comblés! Merci.

2015 Mec......... 2015

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My Girlfriends Brother


The Night was young and everyone was still partying away the end of the first year at College. Kyle was talking off to the side with Sarah a girl who had been friends with for a long time. The two did have some tension between them remaining for their failed relationship just a year ago. The two were talking and ******** away watching everyone having a better time than they were. Kyle finally suggested that both of them were thinking; to go back to her house.

"Are you sure?" asked Sarah wanting to know he was up for giving them another chance as much as she was.

Kyle nodded leading her through the crowd and out from the party. Kyle never really liked going over to her house because of her weird brother. Well not that weird, he was just always looking at him like he wasn't meant to be there. Jessica had heard rumors from her brother's friend that he was gay; this was supported by his lack of girlfriends over the past years. Kyle was a bit ***** and he assumed her brother would be a***** so no ***** lost there.

The two arrived back at her two story home in the suburbs, guiding their way up the footsteps in the darkness. The two stumbled and crashed around trying to get to the door in one piece. Sarah and Kyle walked into the lounge room holding hands, crashing door onto the couch.

"I am just going to get something to eat, watch some TV while your waiting" said Sarah acting strangely robotic like every word was planted in her head.

"Alright" replied Kyle clicking the TV on.

The TV screen was fixed on a black and white spiral spinning in a ******** motion, at first Kyle though the screen was wrecked. He clicked the remote onto another channel but this was the only thing on. He shrugged to himself and peered over the couch to see where Jess had gotten to. A voice started to come from the Televisions, staying commands.

'Keep watching the screen'

Kyle turned straight around watching the spiral closely as the spinning got faster and faster. He couldn't look away even if he wanted to; he was trapped to its commands.

'Nothing around you is out of the ordinary'

Sarah's brother Mark walked into the lounge room was only an open robe covering his naked body. His penis swung flaccid as he walked towards Kyle, smiling to himself as Kyle didn't take any notice. He sat down right next to him even poking him in the arm to see what his reaction would be; Nothing.

'Next to you is a cock start stroking it slowly'

Kyle keeps his eyes on the screen as his fingers tipped over Mark's thighs towards his penis; he had no clue what he was doing. He gripping the flaccid cock and started moving up and down slowly exciting the ***** flow. Mark looked down as the straight man who used to ***** with his sister was giving him a nice hand job.

'Almost time for your instructions to end and time to meet your master. Faster now'

Kyle stroked faster that he was before pleasuring Mark even more; he knew it was almost over. Mark ran his fingers along Kyle's arm almost trying to tease him with tickling. He moved his hand quickly down into the front of Kyle's pants feeling his soft penis and balls. His thumb started to play with them knowing that soon they would be his.

'This is very important this information is going into my mind directly. The cock you are stroking below to your master. You must do anything he tells you to do without question; your sole purpose in life is to pleasure his every need. Await your final instruction'

Kyle looked over with loving eyes towards Mark; smiling at him knowing that his whole life was now going to be with. He wants to begin serving his master straight away but he was compelled to wait for the last command.

'The Final command to tell your master everything you have learnt and get down on your knees in front of him let go of the penis you love so much'

Kyle let go of his new master's penis and dropped down from the couch in front of him. He looked up at his master from his knees wanting so badly to say what he has learnt from the tape.

"You are my Master Mark I live to pleasure your every need. I will do anything for you and anything to you. I am just to slave who is ready to serve here on my knees. Command me?" asked Kyle lusting for his master's touch.

"Will you answer everything I ask you truthfully?" asked Mark gazing with pleasure at Kyle's lips.

"Yes Of course master" replied Kyle becoming over powered with hormones.

"Have you ever thought about me sexually?"

"Not before today when I knew in my heart my purpose in life was to serve you. My mind now races with images of you"

" "What do you want to do with my penis?"

"I want to pleasure it in my mouth and have inside of me being my first time anally. I need to lick and suck its holy juices to survive through the day"

"Are you Gay?"

"No sir but what I am doing does seem that way. Maybe it was locked inside of me waiting to come out. I must be Gay if I want you so badly"

"Alright enough questions for now, Time to serve me slave"

Kyle sat eager on his knees in front of Mark waiting for his command to pleasure him

"Boy suck on my cock like a good baby. ***** my holy milk like you have not tasted it for years" commanded Mark looking down on his slave.

Kyle engulfed down on his masters penis, trying to shovel all of it into his mouth. He hungered to pleasure his new master and sucked rapidly trying to get his milky reward. Mark leant his head back feeling the ecstasy of getting one of the best head jobs he ever had.

"A little slower so u can savor the taste" whispered Mark wanting this to go on for ever.

Kyle moved his lips up slowly over his masters licking each bit as it came into his mouth; he couldn't resist savoring it.

"Do you remember that time you were topless in my sisters bedroom and I walked in?" asked Mark turning himself on even more with past experiences.

"Yes I remember my master" replied Mark quickly wanting to get back into sucking.