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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Staff Training parts 1-3 (mc, md, humiliation)
Date: Mon,  8 Apr 2002 12:10:08 -0400
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This is a work of fiction, and contains scenes of a sexually explicit
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STAFF TRAINING (mc, md, humiliation) (c) 2002, B. Devlin

Part One - Higher Learning

I was sitting in my living room with my old friend Bill Eames, who is
a professor of Psychology at our local university.  We were discussing
hypnotism, which I'd got into a few months before, just for fun, and
he covered as part of one of his courses. He was a little drunk, which
probably accounts for him telling me what he did. God bless wine!

"It was weird," he said, "I found that the loudest, most opinionated
students made the best subjects - the girl who is going to finish top
in the Master's class, for example, was a complete pushover."

"Oh?" At that point I wasn't particularly interested.

"Yeah, went into trance like ..." he snapped his fingers. Then he
laughed. "Tell you a secret?"

"What?"

"I never bothered to remove the key phrase to put her back under."

"Why not?"

"Well, she's gorgeous to look at, but she's irritated the shit out of
me with her know-it-all attitude for the last five years, so now when
she comes for one-on-one tutorials, I just put her back into trance,
get her to strip and spend the hour with her lying on the floor while
I play with her and make her come. When I'm finished, I tell her we've
had a most productive session, and she gets up, puts her clothes on,
and goes away, very satisfied with the work done. "

NOW I was interested. 

"Jesus, Bill, that is totally unethical! And absolutely wonderful.
Have you managed to get her to fuck you?"

"Never tried, James, too risky. People have the habit of 'dropping in'
fairly often, for a start. As it is, I get little Miss Fulton to lie
behind the sofa, and if someone knocks she's invisible to them, and I
can be standing by the bookcases or walking towards the door in the
time it takes to say 'come in'. It wouldn't be quite so easy if I had
to scramble off her and get my clothes straight. Since the department
secretary keeps a board of who's in and who's out, I can't pretend not
to be there. It's not worth losing my job or my wife over."

Since his job pays him very well, and his wife's a knockout ex-model,
I could see his point, and nodded.

"Pity.  Do you think she would, if you asked?"

"Without a doubt, although it'd take a while to get there. I've found
that making people accept suggestions works best if I can make it
sound logical for them to do so. I mean, however suggestible they are,
I'd not go try to suggest they wake up gagging to fuck me in one step.
It's not smooth enough to be accepted."

"So, how did you do that with this girl?"

"Basically, when I started it went something like: You've been working
too hard, you'd do better to take a rest than talk about classes
you're already doing well in, doesn't that sound reasonable? ('doesn't
that sound reasonable?', 'isn't that right?' and 'don't you?' are  the
intensifiers I use most since they work in a natural flow of
conversation, and, of course, repeating her name intensifies too,
that's standard.) I think you'd rest better lying down, doesn't that
etc., behind the sofa you could rest without being in the way, doesn't
that..., if you took your clothes off they wouldn't get creased, I
think a massage would help you relax, you must feel really sexy lying
naked while I touch you, don't you?,  you want to come, don't you?"

"I thought you couldn't make anyone do anything under hypnosis that
they wouldn't do otherwise. That's what they taught me."

"I'm not sure I am doing - if the girl was naturally gay or frigid,
I'd probably have got nowhere, but she's not, so she isn't actually
doing anything that is unnatural to her, she's just doing it in
circumstances that she wouldn't have chosen for herself. It works best
if you give a suggestion a while to sink in before you add the next
one - I tended to add one each session, and upped her session schedule
to three a week. Of course, these days she's pre-programmed, I just
say we'll do relaxation work and we're away, no need even to put her
under unless I want to add more programming."

I poured him another drink. "It must piss you off that you can't
follow right through."

"No, not really. I'm happy with my sex life as it is - being married
to a beautiful woman who loves to fuck is all I need."

I laughed, "You lucky bastard. So why do any of it?"

"For shits and giggles - mostly because I enjoy making the arrogant
little bitch obey me. I know I *could* have her, whenever I wanted, so
I don't need to, if you know what I mean. I won't even miss it when
she graduates this month, although I may pick a plaything from he up
and coming class. God knows there's enough irritating loudmouths to
choose from, I just hope I can find one as suggestible as Lucy."

Suddenly, my mind was working overtime. Lucy Fulton, and graduating
this month.

Idly, I asked, "You said your Lucy is graduating. Does she have a job
yet?"

"Not as far as I... " he looked at me, as he read my mind. I'd guess
it wasn't hard. "Are you thinking of offering her one?"

"Well, we've never had a woman working for Eaton Engineering.  It
might be time, especially if she was ... um ... predisposed to be
flexible about her tasks. I'd have to interview her, of course, just
to see she was suitable. We really need a ... psychologist on staff."

He grinned. "You want me to suggest she applies?"

"Oh, I think so.  And if you forgot to remove that key phrase, and
happened to let me know what it was, it wouldn't hurt her chances of
getting the job."

He laughed. "You are a wicked, wicked man James Eaton. I knew there
was a reason I liked you."

"The phrase, Bill?"

 "Just say 'Damn, it's hot in here right now'. She shouldn't say
anything. Then you confirm she's under with the question "Aren't you
hot Lucy?' if she's moved into trance, she'll reply 'Yes, but I like
it  hot, it makes me feel calm and happy.' To wake her again, say
'That's better, cooler now'."

 I wrote it all down.

"Remember, keep it to one suggestion at a time for best effect - it's
kind of fun doing that anyway. The anticipation adds to the enjoyment,
and while we're on the subject, for your current anticipation I've got
a couple of pre-programmes you might like to use at the interview."

"Go on."

"The first, which I've used with several students is 'Lucy, truth
drug.' - use that and she'll answer any question, and I do mean any,
you ask her with total truth. It's terminated with 'Lucy, hush.'" He
smiled again as I though how like dog training commands it was.  Bitch
training, perhaps.

 "The purposes of the other two are self evident." He went on. "First
is 'Lucy, tits out,' second 'Lucy, cover up'.  Unless you're planning
to share her, I suggest you make the interview one on one, not panel."

I nodded, with a grin. "I'm not sure what I'm planning, yet."

"Oh, one other thing ..."

"What?"

"If it works out, I want progress reports. Lots of them. Detailed. I
like to keep up with how my students are doing when they leave."

I gave a crack of laughter, and we had another drink or several. I got
her application letter three days later, and the interview was fixed
for the Friday following.

**********************

Part Two - The Interview

She arrived late.  Not much late, but enough to annoy me. She carried
her head high, and walked with a strut. This young lady was VERY sure
of herself. She looked around the works with a kind of disdain. Bill
was right about her personality, I thought, but he was right about the
looks too.

She had long dark hair, brushed till it gleamed. Her oval face was
delicately shaped, with high, prominent cheekbones, she had big clear
blue eyes, a small, neat nose and a full-lipped mouth. Her skin was
unblemished and lightly golden. This perfect face was set on a long
neck and a slim, tall body, but when I say slim, I don't mean skinny -
this woman was *all* woman. Her waist tiny, and her belly flat, but
her arse was sweetly rounded, her calves curved beautifully (I had to
guess at the thighs under the knee-length skirt, but had no doubt they
were equally good), and to crown it all she had a pair of high, firm
and full boobs, that I could see at a glance would overflow gloriously
out of my hands.  An educated guess said that they would be around a
36D or double-D.

I took all his in, and asked her into my office. I'd decided to start
the interview normally, and try the trance thing once we were under
way.

"How come you don't have any women working for you?" she asked, on the
offensive, instantly.

I shrugged. "It's an engineering works.  Few women have ever applied,
when they have, the men that got the jobs were better qualified."

"What about administration? Those jobs are usually filled by women."

I gave her what I hoped was a disarming grin. "Nepotism. This is a
family firm, I had nephews who badly needed a job, with administrative
and accounting training. I gave the jobs to them. I don't have any
nieces. "

She smiled then. "I admire your honesty.  Are they any good, your
nephews?"

"Very."

It was all true, but not all the truth. The truth is that I simply
don't like working with women. I may be a chauvinist - I AM a
chauvinist --  but when I meet a woman my first question is "do I want
to fuck her?" Maybe it comes of growing up without a female influence
- my mother died when I was a tiny kid - I don't know and I don't
care, frankly.

If the answer to the question is 'no' then I don't want to be around
the woman, end of story. She may be intelligent, witty, funny, but who
cares? I can get intelligence, wit and laughs from men. All I want
from a woman is what I can't get from men, and since I'm straight,
that means sex.

If the answer is 'yes' and she belongs to another man, then obviously
I respect his property, and can just enjoy looking. If she's free, on
the other hand, my imperative is to satisfy my wants. Therefore a
submissive woman who defers to my opinions and wishes is ideal. I get
a real kick - and a massive hard on - from humiliating a woman like
this one, self-assured, over-confident, with a mind of her own and
determined to speak it; I love to see female arrogance humbled and
shamed, but humiliating a bitch is very rarely the way to spread her
legs.

Now none of that makes for a good working relationship.  In a working
environment, submissiveness is pointless, since you need to be told
when you are wrong, but I won't take that from a woman, and no
'strong' woman is going to stay in a job where her boss delights in
humiliating her.

Except perhaps *this* woman.  That was what had fascinated me, and set
up a world of possibilities in my mind. If I programmed her properly,
I could  have a combination of heaping humiliation on her head *and*
having her submissive. Of course, the company didn't *need* a
psychologist, but if Bill's promises were true, I could find her work
to do while I programmed her, and once she was programmed, I could
easily afford pay a salary to have a plaything on hand.

Now, I'm sure from my description you've guessed that the answer to my
key question was "You *bet* I want to fuck her" so now I just had to
find out  whether Bill had been telling the truth.

I gestured her to a seat. "Sit, Lucy, truth drug" I murmured.  She
sat. 

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Twenty-three. It _is_ on the CV I sent you." 

Oh dear, I thought, she really is arrogant.

"And how do you expect to do in your final results?"

"I'll get first class honours, no doubt. I'm easily top of my class."

"Right. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Not right now, I did have but he turned out to be a total loser, so I
dumped him."

The programming seemed to be holding, but her answer offended me.  It
always offends me to hear a woman put a man down. I decided to push
the envelope.

"Do like to fuck?" (now this is going to prove that piece of
pre-programming or blow the whole damn interview up, I thought)

"Of course, provided the man knows what he's doing.  Too many men are
just selfish pricks who don't give a shit about the woman's
satisfaction"

Bingo! But what a cow!  If this thing worked out I was going to
positively *delight* in thinking up ways to humiliate this beautiful
bitch. Starting now, even if she didn't realise it was humiliation.

"Lucy, tits out."

She didn't turn a hair as she unbuttoned her shirt, took it off,
folded it, and put it on the desk in front of her. Next she removed
the lacy white bra underneath and placed it on top of the shirt.  The
tits that she got out fulfilled all the promise they'd held covered -
they didn't visibly sag at all as she removed their support, despite
their size - and naked they looked bigger than they had - and they
were tipped with that pretty rose pink that darkens as a woman gets
older and has kids. I couldn't keep the grin off my face, especially
when she spoke, showing off Bill's warped sense of humour.

"They're pretty, aren't they? Do you mind if I play with them?"

"No! No, I don't mind, you go right ahead."

She began to idly run her hands in little circles round the beautiful
globes, tweaking and rolling the nipples between her forefinger and
thumb, till they stood up in lovely hard little points. Then she
pushed the boobs up and together towards my mouth, like an invitation.
For a few moments *I* was the one hypnotised, until she asked, "Is
that all you wanted to know?"

"No. I have a lot more questions yet."

"Okay."

"What's your favourite sexual position?'

"Girl on top. I like to be in control"

Of course. "And your favourite sexual fantasy?"

She blushed then, but kept right on playing with her tits as she told
me:

"I'm naked in the shower when the doorbell rings.  I grab a towel and
wrap it round me to go to answer it, but I find it's only a hand towel
and it won't quite close. So, I hold it behind my back, and open the
door. There's a guy there, a courier, with a parcel, and he looks like
James Marsters - you know, Spike from Buffy - and he's dressed all in
leather, and anyway, he grins at me and hands me the parcel. It's
small enough to hold in one hand."

She stopped for breath, then went on.

"'You have to sign for it', he says, holding out this clipboard and
pen.  So I have the parcel in one hand and the towel in the other, and
he's just standing there, holding out this pen, and we both know that
if I take it, the towel is going to fall off. So he says, 'Why don't I
come in, and close the door?' He could offer to hold the parcel and we
both know it, and we both know that he isn't going to. And I look down
and see this huge hard-on in his trousers, and say, 'Yes, come in.' He
comes in and says in this husky voice, 'so sign.' I lean against the
wall to try to keep the towel up, and take the pen. For a moment, it
stays where it is."

All this time, she was stroking, tweaking, playing with her breasts,
which were pink from the blush.

"He reaches out and tugs at it, and it falls to the floor. And my
hands are full.  He steps forward, and pushes me tight against the
wall, and the leather is kind of hard and cold on my skin, and he says
'I've got another parcel for you. A big one. Do you want it?'"

I was gripped with the urge to laugh. What a stupid, corny line! Just
like a woman to think of it. I managed to stifle it, in case it
distracted her.

"I know I should tell him to piss off, but my pussy is wet, dripping
wet. I know he's going to fuck me, and he knows he's going to fuck me,
and we both know that that's exactly what I want him to do. So, I just
kind of whisper, 'Yes please' and he undoes his trousers and slams his
cock into me, banging me hard against the wall. It's the biggest I've
ever had inside me, and I've never anything so good. As he pumps into
me, each thrust is lifting me off he ground, so I have to wrap my legs
around him, and I'm moaning 'yes, harder' like some kind of slut
because it feels so great.  He puts his hands on my tits and squeezes
them and kisses my neck and suddenly I'm coming, and the world is
exploding around me and I'm exploding too."

Porn clich , I thought. Stupid bitch, no originality.  Sexy though.

"I scream as he keeps pumping and I keep coming, and I let the parcel
and the clipboard slip out of my hand, so I can put my arms round him.
There's a crash, and the scent of lavender as it hits the ground, and
at that moment he comes, I can feel him come and I spasm against him
as his spunk gushes into me."

The perfume is a nice little touch, I thought. New.  The spasm and the
gushing spunk aren't, but she's young.

"Then he slides out of me, does himself up and picks up the clipboard.
I whisper, 'thank you, that was the best ever' and he says 'all part
of the service', and then he opens the door and goes,  and I never see
him again."

"Are you wet now, thinking about it?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to stroke yourself?"

"Well kind of, but I couldn't do that in an interview!"

I didn't point out that she was, in fact, doing *just* that to her
tits.

I decided right then, that she's going to get the job. I'd seen enough
to know that even with my limited skills at hypnosis, with Bill's
foundation and her suggestibility, I was going to be able to fulfil
several dearly held fantasies of my own.  I wanted to be sure that she
took it, though and also to add a couple of intensifiers of my own.

"Damn, it's hot in here right now" I said, and paused , "Aren't you
hot Lucy?' 

And it came right back "Yes, but I like it  hot, it makes me feel calm
and happy."

"Do you know that you are under hypnosis at the moment, Lucy?"

"Oh yes. I like being under hypnosis."

"You really want this job badly, don't you Lucy?" 

"Yes, I want it badly."

"Jobs are important, and this one attracted you the minute you heard
about it. Now you've talked to me, you know that any other job would
be just second best. You'd really love to work here, to work for me,
isn't that right?"

'Oh yes, Mr Eaton. This is the only job I want, I'd really love to
work for you."

"So, if I offer it to you, you'll do your very best to do what I want,
isn't that right?"

"Yes, of course, I'll do my very best to do what you want."

"To help you with that, when you are under hypnosis and you hear the
words "essential skill" you'll know that the thing I'm talking about
is a very important thing, and it is very important that you listen to
what I say, because I'm going to give you a set of instructions to
remember and a keyword to remind you of them when I want you to carry
them out. So you have to remember the instructions and the phrase so
you'll know what to do when I say it. Does that sound reasonable?"

"Yes"

"Tell me what you should do when I say "essential skill" so I know
that you understand."

"I understand. It's very important to listen to your instructions and
to the keyword so I'll know what you want me to do when you use it."

"Right. Good girl. And whenever I say "Company policy dictates",
whether you are under hypnosis or not,  it will mean that everything I
tell you to do right after that, until I next ask you a question is
something you must always do - every day, all the time, without having
to be told again to do it. Isn't that right?"

"Yes. Do it every day. That's right."  

I smiled. I'd do more later, I thought.  "That's better, cooler now."

"So Lucy," I asked, "Why should I give you this job?"

"Because I really want it, and I'll do my very best to do what you
want. My best is very good."

"Now, company policy dictates that everyone should wear a uniform to
work.  Yours will be provided to you. Are you okay with that?"

"If it's company policy, then fine.  I'll do it. I really want this
job."

"Great.  What size are you?"

"Skirt, 12, Top 16-18 depending on manufacturer."

"Shoe size?"

"Five"

"And what's your bra and cup size?"

"40DD."

So I'd underestimated. The bra must be a minimiser. We'd take care of
that later.

"Lucy, hush.. You get your results next Friday, don't you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Call me then. If the results are even close to as good as you think,
you can start on the Monday after next. Come in early and we'll get
you fitted with a uniform, Okay?"

"Yes, great. Thank you Mr. Eaton."

"Lucy, cover up."  As she put her clothes back on, I said, "by the
way, Lucy, company policy dictates that you should call me Master
every time you speak to me. Better start as we mean to go on, don't
you think?"

God, how I grinned when she said, "Yes Master, of course, Master."

**********************

Part Three - Starting Work.

She called me on Friday. Her results were all she expected.  I told
her to arrive at 7.00 on Monday, and to expect to be working with me
for the first week, on 'induction'

She was late, again.

I was pissed off. She had to learn to stop that, right now. "Lucy,
company policy dictates that when I give you a time to be somewhere,
you should be there early, waiting for me. If I say you are late you
must get down on your knees, kiss my hand and beg me to forgive you,
until I do."

"Yes Master."

"You are late Lucy."

She literally threw herself to her knees, took my hand and kissed it,
holding it as she said, "Forgive me master, please. I'm so sorry,
please, please forgive me."

"Okay, forgiven. Get up."

"Yes Master."

Over the previous week, I'd gathered together the kind of thing I'd
like to see her wearing in various sizes and made up a list headed
"Uniform: Female" which read:

2 pairs regulation shoes, black
2 regulation skirts, black
1 regulation jacket, black, to be worn to and from work, but removed
inside.
3 regulation shirts, white
1 regulation garter belt
5 pairs regulation stockings, black, seamed

I gestured at the piles of clothes on my desk.

"These are the regulation items. Remember company policy dictates that
you always wear them for work.  Go to the toilet marked Ladies and try
them on."

"Yes Master."

"Oh, and Lucy, company policy dictates you wear make up at all times.
There's a selection in the ladies. Use it."

A vision of perfection returned just a few minutes later. The green
eyes were accentuated by a dark line around them and shadow on the
lids, and the full lips were painted a luscious dark red.  As I looked
at them, I could quite clearly picture them sliding along my cock. The
shoes I'd chosen had 4 inch heels and an ankle strap, the skirt was
very snug, and reached to 2 inches above the knee - calculated to ride
up and show just a tantalising glimpse of stocking top when she sat -
the jacket was tailored with a single button. The look was very chic,
and very, very sexy.

"Take the jacket off, Lucy, we're inside."

She did, and I could almost have gasped. The shirt was all I'd hoped
when I saw it in the shop, white, and so sheer that I could clearly
see every feature of the lace in her bra, and the lovely nipples
showed as a distinct pink shadow through the fabric. I was going to
love looking at her, and so would the staff. I could just hear the
comments they'd make.

That prompted a thought. "Lucy, company policy dictates that our staff
should be polite and obliging, so, when a man pays you any kind of
compliment you must follow the protocol, look him straight in the eye
and thank him in a way that leaves no doubt that you are sincere and
that the compliment has made you very happy. All men, other than me
are to be addressed as sir. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

I smiled at her. "Good girl. Now, the rest of the staff are arriving.
Let's go meet them."

"Yes, Master, That would be good."

I took her through into the main office and called the men together.
"Gentlemen," I said, "this is Lucy Fulton. She's going to be working
with us."

One whistled, and Jeff Roberts, our senior design engineer, who's
skinny, bald, crude and nearly sixty, murmured "God, look at those
tits, they're beautiful! I'd just love to get one of them in my
mouth!" There was a ripple of laughter, which quieted to a collective
gasp when the vision turned her clear green gaze on him and breathed
"Thank you for the compliment, sir" as if the idea sounded wonderful,
rather than snapping his head off.

"Lucy will be serving as our organisational psychologist.  I'll
explain to you what that involves later, in our operations meeting,
okay? But for now, this is her first job, and I'd like you to make her
feel welcome here. Right, get on with your work."

They left, buzzing with chatter.

"What time is the Operations Meeting, Master?" she asked.

"Nine," I replied, "but you won't be needed for it, usually, unless I
tell you to come.  While we're meeting, I'd like you to set up your
desk."  I gestured to a desk with a computer on it, immediately
outside my office door, right up against the water cooler. "Arrange it
so that it's facing into the main office, and so the guys in the
factory can see you through there," I gestured to the open door into
the factory. "You'll be an integral part of the staff, and I want the
men to be able to see that you're around when they want you - to talk
to you, I mean" Of course, what I wanted was to have her where
everyone could feast their eyes on her, and get a closer look with the
excuse of needing water. It would do wonders for company morale.

"When the desk is organised, check through your job description and
take a look around the system - you've got read access from the
'guest' account, until Leo, one of those nephews I told you about,
sets up your own account.  Okay?"

She smiled. "Sure, thanks, Master"

I closed the door to the factory for the meeting.

"Right Guys, I'll get right down to it. You all want to know why I've
broken my policy of 'no women', right?"

"Yeah ... too right" It was a chorus.

"Simple.  This one comes with a strong recommendation from an old
friend of mine. He says that if I train her right, she'll give me no
trouble." I winked, "she's, um, very eager to please. Very, very
eager."

There was a dirty laugh.

"Exactly. I haven't been laid in a while, and this, um, lady looks
likely not only to break my drought, but to provide you blokes with
some entertainment, too. She's nice to look at, for a start, and my
information indicates that she's not shy, so, how do I put this... if
my door doesn't say 'engaged', come on in, even if Miss Lucy is with
me.  Perhaps I should say *especially* if Miss Lucy is with me."

"Let's get this clear, boss, are you saying that this bird will let us
watch while you fuck her, or what?"

"I'm saying that she has no idea what I've got planned, she thinks
this is a normal job, but for a number of reasons which I have no
intention of sharing with you, I think that she will prove, um,
willing and open to my instructions."

"You've got something on her? "

"You could say that. I plan to have fun with little Lucy, and if you
lot play your cards right, you could get to share in some of the fun.
All you have to do  is play it by ear, and act as if whatever she does
- and I do mean whatever - is perfectly normal and ordinary."

"Oh, come on boss,  don't be so bloody mysterious."

"Look, Doug, why not wait and see? Surprises are so much more
enjoyable, and anyway, I haven't decided all the 'what's and 'how's
yet. It's a new situation for me, too. Suffice it to say that the next
few months are going to be ... um ... interesting."

A gale of laughter greeted this, and then we went on with the normal
business of the meeting. They must have been wondering what was really
going on, but while I was more than prepared to share a bit of my good
luck around, I didn't want anyone but me fucking with Lucy's mind -
I'd decide about fucking with the rest later. Fortunately, I run a
tight ship, so however much they might wonder, they'd never cross me.
With that in mind, I said as the meeting broke up,

"One more thing guys. What I said earlier about coming into my office
- if the door *does* say engaged, I'll fire any man who opens it. I'll
also fire anyone who talks about any of this to anyone outside the
company. Understood?"

"Sure thing, boss."

So we went back to work.

Now, normally I'm a busy man, so I don't want you to get the
impression that I get my money for nothing and my chicks for free, as
Dire Straits would say. I'd taken Lucy's induction week as a kind of
holiday from work, so that I could get a big chunk of programming
done, that way, from then on, I planned to be able to use the routines
for my daytime fun, fitting it around work, and to have her more than
willing to come to me for more programming over evenings and weekends,
if she needed it.

As we left the factory, I turned to Jeff Roberts and said, "I'll be
busy with Lucy's training this week, so to all intents and purposes,
you're in charge, as if I was on holiday, unless I need something
specific, okay?"

He grinned at me. "You betcha, Jim.  But sometime soon you're going to
have to take me out for a drink and tell me a bit more than you gave
the others."

I thought about it. Jeff's a bigger misogynist than me, if that's
possible, made that way by a couple of bitch ex-wives - mistakes he's
still paying for. He's my closest friend at work, and I thought that
I'd probably be able to trust him, as long as I kept the
technicalities secret.

"Thursday night," I said. "My place, 8pm. I might have Lucy come along
too, for later."

He grinned so wide that I thought the bottom half of his face might
fall off.

I turned to Lucy, whose desk was now neatly organised and arranged so
that she was basically at the centre of all eyes.

"Okay, Lucy, let's get your induction started. Come into my office
please, and push he sign to engaged, before you close the door."

"Certainly, Master," she said, and I saw the eyes of the men within
earshot widen as they heard her call me that. 

As soon as the door was shut, I gave her the tits out instruction, and
permission to play with her boobs, followed by truth-drug. I'm easily
amused, and I found the incongruity of her slightly belligerent stance
and attitude coupled with the constant 'Master'ing and the open
sluttishness of  how she showed off her tits really hilarious. 

"So, what do you think so far?"

"The uniform isn't what I expected, Master, the men who work here look
like a bunch of losers, and the job description is worrying, it's so
vague."

"But you really want this job, don't you?"

"Oh *yes*, master, of course, I love working for you."

"So what worries you about the job description?" Of course, I'd been
deliberately vague, as I planned to use the JD as a programming tool.

"Well, it's just not clear, Master. What does 'Assist in maintaining
and improving the morale of the workforce' actually mean, for example?
What do I have to do to achieve that?"

"I don't like to be prescriptive, before we know how you fit in. We'll
iron out the details as we go along. Is there anything else that
worries you?"

"Well, yes, now you mention it, Master. It worries me, a lot that the
uniform is so tarty, and well, I'm a little scared at the way I don't
seem to be able to not say what I think, and that I'm sitting here
half naked with a virtual stranger, playing with my boobs like some
kind of slut - but what worries me most is that while a tiny part of
my mind is screaming 'stop that and shut up' most of it is saying 'no,
its essential that you do this, you have no choice' and my body is
telling me that is feels so good I should never stop."

Oh, that was the paydirt question! I had wondered if she retained any
awareness of what she was doing, because, well it was going to be so
much better having her do the bizarre and obscene if I knew she could
feel the humiliation of it. I hadn't known how to phrase the question
so that it wouldn't make her aware if she wasn't, and perhaps break
her programming. This was wonderful!

Then I worried again. I decided to phone Bill and clear up whether I
needed to tell her to retain awareness. I was too new at this to do it
on  my own, and I wanted to be sure not to overstep the bounds.  

"Damn, it's hot in here right now" I said, and when she was under, I
said, "You can hear my voice but nothing I say will make sense to you
from the point when I say 'forget' and your name, until I count down
from 5. When I finish the countdown, you will forget that I've even
been speaking, isn't that right?"

She nodded.

 "Now, forget, Lucy."

I dialled Bill's number quickly, and apologised for bothering him.  He
laughed, and said it was no bother. I explained my problem, and he
told me that I did, indeed, have to programme a level of awareness in.

"You can even have her fully aware that what she's doing is totally
shameful and sluttish, but that she can't help it. However, that's
very fragile, and might not hold if she's pushed. I personally prefer
to have the imperative for action and the feel-good factor outweigh
the humiliation, just to be sure."

"Thanks Bill, I owe you."

"Pay with reports, okay?"

"Sure, Bye Bill." I hung up and counted down. Lucy looked at me, as if
the intervening minutes hadn't happened, and  she was waiting for
instructions.

"Right, Lucy, let's get down to work. An essential skill you must
learn is 'turn on'. That means that when someone says the keyword
'turn on', together with your name,  you will experience all the
symptoms of strong sexual arousal. Your nipples will get hard, and
your cunt will get wet.  The symptoms will increase, every time the
words are repeated, until, after five repetitions, you will be on the
point of orgasm. However, you will *not* orgasm, however many times
it's repeated, nor will you make any attempt to give yourself an
orgasm. The keyword, 'turn off' will return you to normal. Isn't that
right?"

"Yes, Master."

"Pr cis the 'turn on' skill for me."

"'Turn on, Lucy' will make me hot, but I won't come. 'Turn off, Lucy'
will make me normal again."

"Great. Good girl. Now, another essential skill is 'tits2'. That's
exactly the same as 'tits out' except that instead of asking
permission to play with your tits, you will politely ask the person
who gave your instruction to touch them, lick them and suck them. That
will feel just as good as doing it yourself Isn't that right?" 

"Yes, master."

"You like working here, don't you, Lucy?"

"Yes, Master."

"You like being close to me, don't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Lucy, under hypnosis, the following phrases will make my instructions
more imperative, just like "isn't that right?" does - 'wouldn't you?',
'aren't you?', 'do you understand?' , and 'right now.'"

I wondered if I was pushing to fast, but decided that at the moment I
was just building on foundations already set. However, I decided to
ease off for a while.  I'd practise with these little programmes for a
while, then build in a few more after lunch.
"That's better, cooler now" I said. "You really do have very pretty
tits, Lucy"

"Thank you, Master, I'm happy they please you." Her green eyes were
full of sincerity.

"Cover up,  Lucy."

She did.

"Now, would you please get us some water, before we go on?"

"I hope you aren't going to treat me like some slave secretary,
Master, running around getting you drinks, just because I'm a woman."

I smiled at her. She didn't know how much her aggressive attitude
increased my pleasure.  

"Turn on, Lucy"

I grinned as I watched her nipples rise in front of my eyes, poking
perkily at the sheer material.

"Of course not. I'm asking you to get the water because I'm the boss.
Turn on Lucy. I'd ask any of the men, too."

"Oh, well that's alright then, Master." 

She went and got the water. As she bent to hand me mine, I said

"Thank you, Lucy turn on, Lucy turn on, turn on Lucy"
 
I heard her gasp, and she wriggled a little uncomfortably.

"What's the matter Lucy?"

"I'm feeling really aroused, Master. I don't understand it, but it's 
 like I'm about to come. My tits and cunt are on fire."

"Obviously you fancy me."

"But I don't, Master. You're much too old for me, you're too fat, you
look grey and unfit. I like my men young, pale and slimly muscular.
That's why I can't understand it."

Suddenly I felt angry. It was irrational, because it made sense that
she'd fancy young, studly men, and I'd put her in the position that
she couldn't help saying so. What's more, it didn't matter, since
whatever she felt about how I looked I was setting her up so that I
could have her anytime and any way I wanted. Even so, hearing her
dismiss me out of hand like that while her cunt was oozing lust made
me furious.

I put her back under.

"Turn off Lucy."

Her nipples went down like deflated balloons.

"Your tastes are changing, Lucy, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Master."

"Listen carefully, Lucy. You know that older means more experienced,
don't you?"

"Yes, Master"

"And more experienced means better, isn't that right Lucy?"

"Yes, Master."

"So it makes sense that older men are better than younger, don't you
think that's reasonable?" 

"Look at me Lucy. Take a long look."

She stared at me, her eyes wide, her lips very slightly parted.

"What you are looking at, right now, Lucy, is your idea of perfection
in a man from now on, do you understand, Lucy? Isn't that right?"

"Oh yes, Master.." With that many intensifiers, it wasn't surprising
she was emphatic.

"Other men will be able to turn you on, Lucy, but you'll experience a
stronger reaction to men who are like me - heavy men, over fifty, will
always cause a little gush of wetness in your cunt when you see them,
isn't that right?" 

"Yes, Master."

"And me.  Once I take you out of hypnosis, Lucy, when you are near me,
you will *always* be aroused. Do you understand, Lucy? It'll start
when you first catch sight of me, Lucy, or hear my voice, and the
closer I am to you the hotter you'll get, so that when I'm close,
Lucy, you'll always be ready for fucking, Lucy, always on the edge of
coming.  Isn't that right, Lucy?" My voice was like a battering ram,
the intensifiers coming thick and fast.

"Oh, yes, Master, *yes*" Such an eager, willing little voice!

"If I'm close enough to touch, Lucy, you won't be happy unless we
actually are touching - you'll have to find some way of being in
contact with me, a hand on my knee, your thigh pressing against mine,
it doesn't matter what, but you will have a burning need to touch me.
Your mind will keep drifting to visions of kissing me, stroking me,
fucking me, and you'll feel happy every time these thoughts cross your
mind, do you understand?"

She nodded, said yes again.

"Do you know what will happen the first time I kiss you, Lucy?"

"No, Master."

"You're going to come, the moment I slip my tongue between your lips,
Lucy, and it's going to be the strongest, most powerful orgasm you've
ever had. Lucy, my little slut,  you are going to cling tight to me,
shaking from the force of it, and it's going to go on and on and on,
till the juices run down your legs. It won't stop until I say "That's
enough", and when I do you'll be so ashamed at your lack of restraint
you'll burst into tears. Isn't that right Lucy?"

"Yes, Master."

I woke her up.

It was as if there was an explosion in her body. Her nipples seem to
physically jump upright, and her hand shot out to rest on my knee,
where it rested, stroking instinctively. She was trembling, and I
could smell the sex on her.

"Are you alright, Lucy?"

"I'm, oh shit, oh God, Master, I'm so horny!"

"Why do you think that is?"

"It's because of you, Master. You're everything I want in a man,
everything that turns me on. I..."

"You what, Lucy?"

She was blushing, fiery red, and I felt like I'd just won Olympic
gold."

"I want you, Master." Her voice was just a whisper, full of urgency.

It was too soon, of course. She'd only been here five hours, and now
I'd got her into a state of frenzy, I just wanted to play a bit. I'd
have her doing plenty of things to me and for me, before I'd fuck her.


"That's flattering, but we are at work, I don't think it's a good idea
right now.  Not that I don't like the idea, you understand, but, well
we've really only just met."

The blush heightened, and she dropped her head, but her hand kept on
stroking my leg.

I heard the lunch whistle. I took her hand from my knee, and felt her
clutch it tight, so as not to let go.  I grinned.

"Let's go and have some lunch."

"Yes, Master."

I opened the office door, and stepped through it. Pretty much everyone
in the company was milling around.  So, I pulled her gently against my
body, and kissed her, poking my tongue into her mouth.

She jolted in my arms like a current had been put though her. One of
her hands tangled in my hair, and the other slipped round my waist,
and her hand gripped my arse. As I let my hands rest lightly on her
waist, she was shaking as I said, but she was also sliding herself
sinuously against me, grinding into my erection with a rhythmic,
fucking motion of her hips. 

Unsurprisingly, everyone was watching.

I broke the kiss, but didn't let go or stop her because firstly I
didn't want to stop the show, and secondly I could feel her rubbing
pushing my cock to a well deserved climax. Her mouth free now, she was
moaning like any porn star, "Oh yes, Master, yes, *yes*, I'm coming
Master, I'm coming so hard, oh, oh, ooooooh..." and her skirt was
lifting higher with each of her little thrusts, exposing the tops of
her stockings, and an increasing amount of golden-skinned thigh to my
delighted workforce.

"Oh GOD!!!" she screamed, "It's never been like this, Master, never!
I've, ooooooh, I've never come this hard!  AAAaaaaaaaahhh!"

Her scream sparked my climax, and her grinding milked it through its
spurting progress. When I was done, I took her firmly by the arms and
said loudly, "That's ENOUGH, Lucy. You're embarrassing me and your
colleagues"

Her hands fell limply away, and she looked around the room with
horror,  finally registering the audience, and crumpled into tears of
humiliated shame.

I felt like God.

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