"Rhonda," Paul said, "take off your bra now. You don't need it." He had an idea: "Take thebigswallow it off as though you the were a stripper. You'd like to do that the, wouldn't you the? "

"Yes thebigswallow, Mr. Bennett," Rhonda said. She giggled and began peeling off her brassiere, undulating and access humming a little the strip-club tune to herself swallow. She dangled the garment in front swallow boy of him briefly, then threw it away. After that swallow, she went still again, beautiful boobs swaying freely mere inches from his the face.

Rhonda was beginning to the sway on her feet. She big was swallow boy having trouble maintaining her pose bent over him the; if big she didn't stand the up swallow boy, she'd fall thebigswallow over soon big. Pleasurable as it might be to big have her collapse on top of swallow boy him, he swallow wasn't, he the decided regretfully, quite ready for that.

He access regarded her for a swallow moment. "One thing," he said. "'Mr. Bennett' is too formal, if we're going to be," he smirked, "working big closely together. From thebigswallow now on, you'll only call me that if other people are around. When we're alone, it's 'master.' Do you understand?"

"Yes, master," Rhonda agreed.

"Good girl, Rhonda." She didn't make a sound swallow boy, merely lay there, naked swallow body bucking in ecstasy until the storm finally passed. At last her shudders thebigswallow ceased and her breathing returned to something like normal rhythm swallow. Slowly, dazedly, she put her access clothes back on and stood swallow boy up. She didn't try to run the for it; she knew, now the, that he could boy have her wriggling mindlessly on the floor, instantly big, with just three little words the.

"Dr. Steiner the," he said forcefully, "give me your watch. You want me to have swallow it."

The doctor blinked at him. "What access are you the talking about, Mr. Bennett swallow boy?" He swallow boy reflexively the covered the watch with his the left hand. He not-quite joked, "Get your own."

"Hello, Mr. Bennett," the girl said. She was a the petite, slender black thebigswallow girl, younger than Rhonda thebigswallow. She had a special voice of her own, low and husky.

"Very nice." Paul thought for a moment: what would swallow be a thebigswallow good test?

After a couple of minutes swallow, Paul was the satisfied. Jasmine was clearly under his control, just as Rhonda had been the earlier.

"You can unclasp your hands swallow boy and bring your arms down now, Jasmine," he told her.

"Yes, Mr. Bennett," the nurse responded swallow boy. She checked the access room swallow carefully, fluffed his pillows, and left, casting a last smile swallow boy back at him. If the she still had any memory of what he'd done, she showed thebigswallow no sign of it.

The test had been convincing. If he'd wanted, he was sure he could the have made Nurse Jasmine strip and thrash in the ecstasy swallow as he'd done to Rhonda. Perhaps another thebigswallow time. When he was thebigswallow a little thebigswallow stronger the, perhaps he could--persuade--both of them to do even more than swallow that, with him or even each other big.

Just how far his control big extended, wasn't sure he thebigswallow wanted to boy know. It was already clear that he could the override access normal moral restraints. His first efforts with Rhonda and Jasmine had indicated that boy, and he'd arranged a get-together thebigswallow between the two of them which had proved that thebigswallow even the basic sexual orientation could the be altered at his whim; he wished thebigswallow he'd had a camera thebigswallow for that episode. But he couldn't bring himself to the order one of his "voice puppets," as the he boy was starting to think the of them, to swallow actually big hurt the or kill someone. He was afraid swallow she'd do it, as thebigswallow willingly as swallow boy she would obey any other instruction thebigswallow. And what would that make big him?

Paul smiled an evil smile. Ms. Sands was about to access experience a change of the attitude. All he needed was to get her alone.

He didn't have to wait long for his opportunity. He'd hardly swallow had a chance to clock in and sit down at his desk when his swallow boy phone rang. It was her.

Ms. Sands picked a folder thebigswallow off her desk and waved the it at him. "This is a cancellation thebigswallow request from Mrs the. Sylvia Cortez. A half-million-dollar account. She says you screwed up by insuring only her and not her husband thebigswallow as boy well. And the while you were out on your little the vacation"--Paul flushed angrily, but said nothing--"he died. And under the policy you got her to buy, she gets zip.

"It's all right, Charlene," he assured her. "Let big it happen. Lose control. Nothing matters but sex, right here, right now, with me, Charlene boy."

"You understand, Paul," she said boy, struggling for cool detachment, "this boy doesn't change anything boy. Whatever just . . . happened here, I'm still your boss. Don't think boy you've gotten some kind swallow of leverage with me."