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May be copied by anyone for any purpose whatsoever. Lady Janice of Sterling By RH Music PART III: My Fate is Sealed Chapter 21: Back Home "Jack asked me to give this to you." I handed her the envelope. Janice and I were getting ready to go to bed. I was already in my nightgown (pink babydoll tonight). It was a brand new nightgown - Janie would often buy me a new one for special occasions, or whenever she felt bad for pushing me too hard. It made me look about 14 years old. And although the details were still fuzzy in my head (why was that?), apparently Janice had felt extraordinarily bad for her behavior, because she had treated me like a princess all night. She even did the dishes! And while she was doing the dishes, she insisted that I snuggle up on the couch in a comfy terry-cloth robe, sipping a hot-chocolate spiked with Bailey's while flipping through the pages of a Cosmopolitan magazine. It's nice to make up after a fight. ... uh, if only I knew what we had been fighting about. And now here we were, getting ready for bed. Janice took the card and looked it over. "Jack asked you to give this to me?" she asked, puzzled. "Yes, why?" "Well... It's just..." "What?" "Well, it sure looks like your handwriting, not Jack's." Janice tore open the envelope and took out the card. "This card is definitely from you, it's got your signature," she announced, glancing it over. "I swear I don't remember writing it..." My mind was whirling. Did I forget that I wrote Janice a card? Did this happen sometime last night? What was going on? "Oh my God..." Janice muttered, reading the card "What??" I asked. "What does it say?" I reached for the card. Janice held it away from my grasp, "Well, it says to..." "What?" "It says I'm supposed to tell you something." "What? That's crazy. Why would it say that? What are you supposed to tell me?" "Do you really want to know?" "Yes!" "It says to say: 'Slave Pamela..." Hold on, I thought to myself. Why would I write that to myself? And who was 'Pamela'? "... of..." Oh my God... This was sounding like... "... Laurel." (Blink) What was that?? Suddenly, I was laying on the bed, with Janice sitting beside me, her hand on my shoulder. "Are you all right?" she asked. Her face looked worried, but also curious... and expectant. "Oh my gosh," I said, holding my head. "I don't know what happened. I must have blanked out for a second. Wow." "Maybe you should go to bed. It looks like you had a hard night last night." "I guess so," I said, unsteadily, as I slipped between the covers. "Good night," Janice said, turning out the light. *** That night my dreams were bizarre, tortured, and sexual. First I was tied up, hands behind my back, feet together, face down on the bed, when Janice lifted my head by the hair and scooted her pussy down in front of me. Dropping my head into her crotch, I started licking eagerly, her pussy juice causing my entire body to tingle with sexual excitement, my nipples itching and tingling, my penis painfully hard. But unable to come. Next I was built into a chair, again on my back, my body sticking out the back of the chair, my head built into the bottom cushion, face up. Janice came over, lifted her skirt and sat directly down on my face, squirming her buns around my lips, my nose in her snatch, my lips and tongue in her anus, licking away. And again, the sexual excitement was so strong I nearly came. But not quite. Then, somehow, I was shrunk down, to about 5 inches (13cm) long, and I was covered in a thin filmy fabric, which was attached to some kind of huge elastic straps at my hands and feet. Janice loomed over me, then stepped next to either side of me with her enormous tree-trunk legs, pulling me closer and closer to her crotch by the straps. I had become a feminine napkin! Janice nestled me between her legs, my body pressed into sex, her lips literally wrapping around my body, her juices covering me, seeping into my skin, washing over my face, flowing into my mouth, my nose, my ears... drowning me... "Unh!" I woke up, sitting up. It was late, and Janice was gently snoring beside me. But what was that on my face? I felt my lips, they were wet! I took a whiff, pussy juice, it was unmistakable. How had that got on my face? And not just on my lips, either, but all over. I wiped off the sticky secretions with my hand, licked them up, and then lay back down, my head on the pillow. But then it wasn't. I was under the covers, it was day, the sheets were floating over me. I looked up, and realized I was surrounded by a pair of legs. Knowing what was expected, I scooted up and went to feast on Janice's wet pussy... ... and found a soft penis instead. What the fuck? I wasn't going to become a cocksucker. No way was I going to put that in my mouth! But then, I felt pressure... my head was being forced down! I pushed back, but it was too much. Gradually, ever gradually, my lips got closer. They touched. I was kissing the penis. And, like something with a mind of its own, it moved... and started to get hard. The pressure increased: my nose and lips were being forced into it, and pressed down even more. My face was being mashed into this mysterious man's genitals, the cock and balls being rubbed all over my face. Woah. Suddenly, my knees were cold. I looked up, I was in the bathroom, kneeling on cold tile, next to the toilet. I moved to stand up -- but couldn't. My arms were tied behind my back... and apparently my feet were tied to bolts on the floor. Shit! I heard someone open the bathroom door. It was Jack. He was naked. He stepped up to the toilet, lifted the seat, paused for a second, and then started urinating. I couldn't help myself. I stared at it. It was beautiful. Fleshy, fat, tan, with a large circumcised head. And the balls... they hung like golf balls, large, pendulous, yummy, speckled with hair. I watched, fascinated, as the thin golden stream splattered in the bowl. After he finished, Jack squeezed out the last few drops out and shook off. And then, without saying a word, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Jack stepped up to me and placed his penis in my mouth. It was like I was just another receptacle, no different than a urinal or a sink. And this time I didn't pull back. This time I did my duty as a receptacle, I sucked - and tasted the remaining droplets of his urine. The penis was hot in my mouth, hot and alive, and it got hard in no time. Running my tongue over the head, I sucked as deep as I could without gagging, feeling the shaft running past my lips and the tip rubbing against the roof of my mouth. And suddenly the scene changed again. What the fuck? I was on some sort of rubber trampoline, and it was moving... I flailed about trying to stay in place... and then the ceiling started to drop! I crouched down, trying to avoid it, but it pressed down -- it was domed with a big slit down the center -- very strange, and then as it pressed down into me I felt it and it was soft... soft and fleshy... pressing me down into the rubber trampoline, the rubber now stretching... stretching over and around me, and then over and around the dome shaped ceiling... and then I finally figured it out. I was in the tip of a condom. A condom, which had just been placed on the shaft of a huge penis. And now I was trapped between rubber and flesh. And it was moving, something dark was approaching, and then the penis was thrust into something hot and slick -- a vagina. Fleshy folds flowing around the rubber, and then pressing into me, pressing my body and face deep into the penis, my face pressed right into the slit, and slipping into the urethra a bit. And then the tempo increased, I was mashed between penis, rubber, and vagina flesh, and then fluid started leaking out. Pre-cum. Pumping out of the slit, bathing me in sticky fluid. It got in my hair, my nose... I opened my mouth to breath but got a mouthful, and... ohhhhhh... Oh. It tasted so good. My body suddenly started to tingle, my own penis getting hard. But then, a massive thrust, and I was squished hard, between the enormous hard fleshy penis, rubber, and the firm female flesh (the cervix?)... ... and held there, as flesh spasmed around me, and then I just knew what was coming... ... and it did. Shooting out from the slit like a fire hose jet, sperm gushed out and flowed over and around my entire body, sticky, smelly, wet, gooey sperm. I opened my mouth to scream, but took a mouthful of sperm instead -- I tried swallowing as much as I could, each mouthful entering my body, causing it to vibrate, but there was too much! I was drowning! Trapped in a rubber prison! Swimming in sperm! "Aaaah!" I sat up with a start. My nightgown was twisted around my legs and I was covered in sweat and there was something gooey spread over my mouth. I tasted my lips... Was it sperm? I looked over at Janice, sleeping soundly next to me. I sighed and lay back down in bed. It was going to be a long night. Chapter 22: I go back to work "Janice, I can't wear this!" I said, with a whimper. Janice had just showed me my outfit for the day. It was a two-piece dress suit, cherry red, 100% polyester, acetate lining, with a skirt that came to just below the knee. And what was worse is that it came with a white nylon, button-up, blouse with wide floppy lapels. "But this is your 'secretary uniform,'" Janice said, with a giggle. "You'll look just like an extra in 'Working Girl.'" "But Janice!" I said, exasperated, "I... I just can't! What will everyone at the office think? That I'm some kind of sissy? My career will be ruined." "Rachael said it was okay." "What??" "I talked to Rachael the other day. She said that I could dress you however ever I wanted, and that it would be okay with her. Your job wouldn't be in any danger because of it. Or rather, I should say that your job wouldn't be in any *more* danger because of it." "But..." "But what?" "I just can't..." "Listen carefully," Janice said, stepping up closer and putting both her arms around me. "Thinking about you wearing women's clothing *all***day***long* is making me very horny..." My heart skipped a beat as I heard that. I looked her in the eyes. "And you know what that means, don't you?" she continued. "That's right. It means that I get wet... you know... down there, between my legs." I unconsciously looked down to her crotch, and began to salivate. "I know you love to taste me," she said, whispering it directly into my ear -- directly into my soul. "So, don't you want me to be as horny as possible? Don't you want to wear your 'secretary uniform' for me?" "I don't know..." "Here... let me give you a taste to spur your memory..." Janice reached beneath her skirt and into her panties, ran a finger between her pussy lips, and then brought it back out again. It was wet and glistening. I looked at the finger, desperately wanting a taste. I licked my lips and then moved to kiss it. "Uhn uh!" she said, pulling her hand away. "First, you have to agree to wear your secretary suit for today. Do you agree?" By now, I could think of nothing but tasting her sex juices. What was happening to me?? My internal objections which had been loud and clear just a second ago were fading... 'taste her juices and do what she wants...' that's all I could think. "No..." I said, but my defenses were weakening. "Maybe I should give you a smell?" Janice held her wet finger underneath my nose. I began breathing though my mouth. Somehow, I knew what would happen if the scent of her sex should enter my body... "I'll have none of that!" Janice clamped a hand over my mouth, holding my head tight to her chest. She placed her wet finger right next to my nose. "Mmmmph!" I said, struggling in her arms, trying to break free. But she held firm, overpowering me... or maybe I wanted to submit? Finally, I gave up and started breathing through my nose. "Mmmmmmm..." I closed my eyes and just melted. A warmth suffused itself through my mind. I reached up and pulled Janice's hand away from my mouth. "Yes..." I said, softly. "Yes, what?" Janice said. "Yes, I'll wear what you want." "And what do you want to wear?" she teased. "I'll wear the red dress suit you picked out," I said, "this... uh... my..." my cock was fully hard now, "my 'secretary uniform'." "That's a good girl," Janice said, as she lowered her finger to my lips. And as I licked her finger clean, I felt a pleasing tingle run through my body. 'That's strange,' I thought to myself. 'It feels just like the tingle I felt in my dream last night...' *** "Paul, could you come in my office?" Rachael said through the intercom. I pressed the button, "Sure, Rachael, I'll be right there." I got up from the swivel chair in my new cubicle and smoothed out my dress. I had been moved to a cubicle right outside Rachael's office. My career as an IT specialist was now on it's last legs, if there was any chance left at all. That morning I showed up as normal, scared to death being in public for the first time dressed in a skirt. And not just a skirt. Janice had made me wear my breast forms, a lacy top bra which you could just see through the nylon blouse, red matching pumps with two inch heels, and pantyhose. "Pantyhose for work," she said, "let's save the garters and stockings for special occasions. Besides," she added, "the control top really helps keep you nice and smooth down there." And a half slip. Did I mention the slip? Smooth, satiny nylon with lace trim. It was just a half inch (1cm) shorter than the skirt. "Be careful," Janice said, "you better check on it frequently, or for sure someone is going to tell you 'your slip is showing'." But not only clothes. Since the shopping trip at the mall, this was the first time I had worn full makeup outside the house - and certainly the first time at work. "And you better check your face at least once an hour!" Janice said, sternly. "I'm going to call and check up on you." And accessories: Earrings, a new gold necklace, a gold bracelet, and a handbag! I had never used a handbag before. Janice had stocked it with a spare pair of underwear ("in case yours get soiled during the day"), tampons ("because you never know", she giggled), a new pink wallet, powder, blush, eyeliner, lip liner, lipstick, eyebrow pencil, and a pack of gum ("because all good secretaries chew gum to maintain their concentration"). And then Janice drove me to work. "I can drive myself," I protested. "Even in these heels..." "Nonsense!" Janice said. "All good secretaries are either driven to work by their spouse, or they take the bus. Now I'll drive you to work this week, but next week you'll have to start taking the bus." "TAKE THE BUS?" I cried out. "Certainly. After all, how will you be able to afford a car on your minimal salary?" "But I'm not going to become a secretary!" I said, frustrated. "This is not for real. I'm going to get my old job back!" "Well... we'll see," was all Janice would say. "In the mean time, give me your car keys. I'll keep them safe for you." And as I turned over my keys I realized that any lingering hope I had for escaping from Janice's plans for me was fast disappearing. *** Any doubts that I could pass in the office were eased when I stumbled into my old office -- only to find my replacement, Daniel, sitting at my old desk. "Oh hello there," he said. "May I help you? Do you have a problem with your computer?" "Uh..." I stammered, flustered, totally taken aback. "But this is my..." "Yes?" he said, with an eyebrow arched. "Nothing," I muttered. "I'm sorry... I must have gotten lost." "Well here!" Daniel jumped up from his chair, "let me help you find your way. This office can be a real maze sometimes... and someone as beautiful as you? I'd love to know where *you* sit." WAS HE FLIRTING WITH ME??? "NO!" I nearly shouted, "Ah... I mean, no thanks. I just realized where I went wrong. Thank you, though." And I beat a hasty retreat from my old office and went to see Rachael. Rachael explained that while I was out, my office had been reassigned. Since I was no longer doing the job of an IT manager, Rachael said, reasonably, there was no reason for me to have that space. Besides, she wanted me to be closer to her, so I could be more available -- as her assistant. But this wouldn't stand! This couldn't stand! It was time to go in and tell Rachael that either I got my old job back, or I was going to quit. And so I checked my makeup one last time, adjusted my bra strap, and then walked resolutely into her office. *** "Paul, have a seat," Rachael said. She was sitting at the small table she kept in the office. On top of the table were a series of forms with "Sign Here" stickers attached. "What..." I stammered, "what's this, Rachael?" "You've been fired, Paul." I burst into tears. "Oh, hey there... hey... shhhhh..." Rachael scooted her chair closer to me and put a hand on my shoulder, squeezing and rubbing it gently. "It's okay..." "I'm so sorry..." I sobbed, "But... I... Janice... I mean, it took so long for her..." "Hey there, I perfectly understand, you poor thing. But we just couldn't wait any longer for you... you understand that, don't you?" "I... (hiccup) guess..." "Now, here, blow your nose..." Rachael handed me a tissue. "But what's going to become of me??" I wailed, dissolving into fresh tears. Tears dropped wetly on my blouse, exposing the lace bra underneath, and on my skirt, making little round dark-red spots. "Now, hush there. Everything is not lost. I have some good news too, do you want to hear the good news?" I blew my nose and looked up at her, hopefully. "Good news?" my voice quivered as I said it. "Yes! I have forms here to hire you back, full time!" "Hire me back? Full time?" "Yes! And all you have to do is sign here," Rachael pointed, "here, and here." I looked at the forms. Under job title and duties it said 'see attachments'. "But..." I said, "where are the attachments? What's my job going to be?" Rachael took a deep breath before speaking. "You will be my secretary," she said, "I'm sorry, but that's the only way I could arrange it." "NO!" I said, standing up abruptly, suddenly angry. "I won't! I still have skills, I spent all those years studying IT, I'm not going to just let go of my career!" "Paul, do you know what has happened since you've been working as my assistant?" "No..." "A new version of our main OS has been released! And it's got new directory services. And now, company policy says that everyone who works in IT must be certified, and you missed all of the certification classes." "Really?" "Yes! You are falling behind, Paul. It doesn't take long, these days." "I don't care. I'll go back to school for a refresher if I have to. But I'm leaving." "Paul..." "I'm sorry Rachael, I think you are a great boss and you've done a lot for me, but I just can't let my whole life..." "Slave Pamela," Rachael said, interrupting me. "What... what did you say?" I asked, incredulous. Had Janice told her to call me this?? "I said... 'Slave Pamela of Laurel.' " (Blink) And the next thing I knew, I was sitting down with a pen in my hand. "... and so your duties are spelled out in the main attachment here. You will be my secretary with all of the standard duties that entails, I will have sole responsibility for your performance and you can be fired at any time for any reason whatsoever..." "I'm sorry..." I said, interrupting her. "It means that I can fire you at any time... standard language," Rachael said. "No... I mean..." I shook my head. "Why am I still... what just happened?" "Well, you're about to sign up to your new job... as my secretary." "But no... why would I do that?" "Well because," Rachael said, adopting a very practical tone, "you realized that becoming my submissive secretary was the only way that you would be allowed to lick my pussy." Her words shot through me like an arrow. "What?" I said, weakly, feeling my will begin to slowly slip away. "Wasn't I clear?" Rachael said, with a smile, "Well then, let me say it more slowly. Sign these forms, and you will get to lick - my - cunt." Suddenly I could smell it, the musky sent of her sex. Rachael was turned on, and she would let me taste it... if only I signed up to become her secretary. "It's no different than the job you're already doing," Rachael said, moving even closer and speaking softly. "Except for a few... uh... intimate changes." I looked her in the eyes, "What intimate changes?" "That's specified in these additional attachments. But before I go over them, I have to know if you want to take the job. Will you take the job, Paul?" "Uh..." I hesitated, "Really, Rachael, I don't know..." Rachael stood up and then sat on the table in front of me. "But Paul," she said, slyly, "if you take the job, you will get to taste this." Rachael lifted up her skirt, slowly, ever slowly. As it got to her crotch, I saw the downy tufts of her pussy come into view. No panties! I gulped hard, and watched intently as her entire slit was exposed. The lips were puffy and wet and smelled strongly of sex -- much more strongly than Janice's usually did. The musky/fishy aroma was nearly overpowering. Rachael spread the lips slightly and I could see her sticky juices clinging there... "So Paul, say yes. Tell me that you'll become my full-time secretary." I licked my lips. STOP LOOKING! I thought furiously. STOP IT! But my words were hollow. As my heart pounded in my chest, I stood at the edge of my new life, my new career as a secretary... "Yes," I whispered, hoarsely. "Yes, you'll be my submissive secretary?" Rachael asked, coyly. "Uh..." I hesitated. Rachael took a finger and ran it through her wet slit. She then reached over and rubbed it against my lips. My tongue darted out and tasted her juices. I melted. All of my remaining willpower slipped away and into Rachael's control. A tingle ran through my body. My penis gradually began to grow hard, painful as it was in the control-top pantyhose. "Yes," I said, "I'll become your submissive secretary." "And you'll accept a pay cut?" Rachael put her finger back between her legs, and began to idly stroke her clitoris. More juices seeped about from between her vaginal lips. I tried to concentrate. "Pay cut?" I asked, absentmindedly. "Why, minimum wage, of course," Rachael said. "And that would be," she flipped through the pages, "five-fifteen an hour. But that's all a simple secretary like yourself deserves, isn't it?" Five-fifteen an hour. Less than eleven thousand a year. About one-tenth of what I had been making as an IT manager. But all I could do was watch her fingers slip through the folds of her sex. It was like I was hypnotized. Trapped. I had to taste more of her... I was dying to taste more of her... "Yes," I said, with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "I'll accept a pay cut." "Prove it," Rachael dropped her skirt and sat back down in her chair. She pushed the first form over to me. "Sign it and give your career to me." I looked at the form again. With a shaky hand, I picked up the pen and signed. "Excellent!" Rachael enthused. "I am *so* going to enjoy coming to work!" My mind was whirling and my vision had become strangely blurred. What had I done? I felt tears leak out slowly down my cheeks. Damn it! How could I have let his happen? If only Janice were here, she'd know what to do... But wait a second! Janice would know what to do! She was a lawyer, after all. She'd be able to get me out of this... ... I hoped. "Now!" Rachael continued briskly, "Let's go over these other attachments okay?" "Okay..." "Very good. Now, this form absolves me of any legal liability in case of sexual harassment. It says that you understand that your job is sexual in nature, that you enter into this position freely and without coercion of any kind. Okay? Please sign here." Rachael pointed. My penis fully hard now, I signed. "Great, now here's the first attachment, which says that as a part of the job I am allowed to determine your complete wardrobe, makeup, accessories, and underwear... that in fact, I will determine your day- by-day dress code and that you must wear it or face disciplinary action. Sign here." "Yes?" Rachael prompted when I hesitated. "It's just that Janice chooses what I wear..." I said, weakly. "Oh, no problem, I'm sure Janice won't mind what you wear at work." "Really?" "Sure... now sign, like a good secretary." I signed, feeling better and better about myself. No way would Janice want to give up choosing what I wear! She would be all over this contract in no time. "Very good. Now this attachment says that you understand that your job may require intimate bodily contact with your immediate supervisor - that's me - or anyone of your supervisor's choosing, and that you can not refuse any such request without facing disciplinary action. Please sign." "Anyone of your choosing?" I said, alarmed. "Right," she said, "Like Betty in accounting, for example." I thought of Betty. A dowdy and fat old lady, she'd been with the company for 25 years. She must be 250 pounds... or more. "You mean I would have to..." I said, my eyes wide. "...lick her pussy?" Rachael finished for me, "Yes, you might. Or lick her anus. Or anything else that I asked you to lick. Now SIGN!" Startled by her shout, I signed. "And also initial this addendum, where it says 'bodily contact with others cannot be refused under threat of disciplinary action, regardless of gender." Rachael pointed. "You mean???" "Right, you might have to suck cock. I would think that a sexy, submissive, secretary slut like you would find that exciting, wouldn't you? How about Daniel? Should I call him in right now? Now initial it!" I initialed the addendum, further giving my life away. "Very good," Rachael said, "you deserve a reward." Rachael put her hand under her skirt and then pulled it out. It was wet and dripping. "Open wide," she said. I did, and she put her finger in my mouth. I sighed in pleasure as I tasted and sucked her pussy juices. Rachael left her finger in my mouth, moving it gently in and out like a little cock, as she pulled out the last piece of paper. "Now for your last attachment," she said, "regarding disciplinary actions. This says that you realize that you may face disciplinary action for any job inadequacy, that I (or my designee) are the sole determiner for when disciplinary action is required, that you have no right of appeal, and that disciplinary action may include any of a variety of forms of punishment, including but not limited to reduced wages, additional work, personal apologies to the offended party, spankings, whippings, bondage, and denial of any and all bodily needs, including but not limited to urination, defecation, food, and sexual release. Please sign." My mind was now lost in a sexual haze, my penis hard, my breath coming out in short gasps. I was sucking her finger, her tangy juices running over my tongue. I signed. Rachael put her lips right next to my ear. In an almost inaudible whisper I heard her say, "Slave Pamela of Laurel"... (Blink) ... and now I was kneeling between her legs, and... I looked around... We were behind her desk, with Rachael sitting in the desk chair, leaning back, her skirt bunched around her waist. What the fuck? "Lick," she ordered, pulling my head towards her pussy. I stuck out my tongue and ran it between her pussy lips, gathering up as much of her juice as I could before swallowing. And with every lick, and with every swallow, I could feel more and more of my willpower slip away. 'Janice please help me,' I prayed. *** After coming to orgasm, Rachael sent me away to type up some memos from her recorded dictation. "But before you go," she said, "how good a speller are you?" she asked. "Not that good," I admitted. "Oh, too bad. I had the spell checker removed from your computer. Hope you don't mind!" "But, Rachael!" I sputtered. "And watch out for mistakes," she said with an evil grin a mile wide, "because it's one stroke with the cane for every error I find." Rachael opened up her front drawer and pulled out a thin, whippy cane. "Lean over the table!" she instructed firmly. I did as instructed. Rachael lifted my skirt and gave me a vicious swipe across my backside. "Ohhhh!" I winced, trying not to cry out so the office wouldn't hear. "That's just to let you know what my punishment feels like. Now say 'thank you', like the proper, respectful, secretary." "Thank you," I said, sniffling. "Oh, and by the way, I'd like for you to call me 'Miss Peterson' from now on. Can you remember to do that?" "Yes, Miss Peterson." "Good girl, Pamela. Now go." "I'm sorry, Miss Peterson, but what did you call me?" "Pamela?" "Yes, but my name is Paul..." Suddenly I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. "Not any more, dear, see?" Rachael held up the employment contract. And there at the top, clear as day, it said 'Pamela Melissa Johnson, alias Paul Arthur Johnson.' "After all," she continued, "I couldn't very well have a female secretary and keep calling her 'Paul' now could I?" "I guess not..." "Certainly not. Oh! And that reminds me. I want you to practice your new signature, okay? So, after you've done transcribing my dictation, I want you to sign your new name, 'Pamela Melissa Johnson', such a pretty feminine name, don't you think? Anyway, please practice signing it for me, 1000 times. And I want a nice, neat signature, do you understand? For every one that's not legible, I'm going to make you do 50 more." Completely defeated, I simply said, "Yes, Miss Peterson." "You may go." *** After I left, Rachael picked up her phone and dialed. "Hey Jack," she said, "he signed! I can't believe it, and I never thought it would happen, but he signed, just like you said. He's mine for the office." She paused for a second, listening. "Excellent. Well, as long as you're sure this is what he really wants. I can't tell you how happy *I* am. My pussy's been sooooo lonely lately..." Chapter 23: Jack Jack was at work when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Jack?" "Paul?" "Jack! I need your help. I'm desperate." "Wait, Paul, what's the matter?" Jack leaned back in his chair. "Jack! Something's wrong with me. Please," I pleaded, "what happened the night I spent at your place?" "Now Paul, you know I can't talk about things like that while I'm at work." "Oh, right." Damn! What to do? I couldn't drive over to visit Jack, because Janice had driven me to work! And I couldn't take a cab, because Rachael would find out. What to do?? But just then, I got an idea. "Jack! Come to dinner tonight!" "Really? I'd love to, but are you sure? What would Janice think?" "I'm sure that Janice wouldn't mind. And then we'll find sometime when we can talk. Come by around 6:30pm, can you do that?" "Sounds great! I'll see you then!" Jack hung up. Excellent, I thought to myself. I'll confront Jack and see if he can explain why I'm having all these blackouts and strange urges, and then I'll get Janice to look over my new employment contract, and then she'll see why I can't work here anymore, and then I'll be free and everything will be back to normal! But just in case, I crossed my fingers for good luck. *** Damn it! When were they ever going to stop talking??? I sat, bored, drumming my fingers on the table, watching them go on and on about their work. And why had Janice insisted on such a formal dinner? We had candlelight, place cards, our good china... And why had Janice insisted that they sit right next to each other? And why did they have to touch each other so much? There, Janice was putting her hand on Jack's arm, and it sure looked like he had his hand on her leg. I was beginning to wonder if having Jack over had been such a good idea. And why had Janice dressed up so nicely? Her black cocktail dress had such a low neckline and a high slit up one side, she looked absolutely stunning, of course, if a bit too slutty and forward. As soon as Jack saw her, you could tell his eyes went directly to her cleavage. And here I was, still in my 'secretary uniform', since I hadn't had time to change after work. And when was Janice going to look at my contract? When I mentioned it in the car, all she had said was 'later, honey.' "You two sure seem to have a lot to talk about," I said, grumpily. "Well sure," Janice said, "We've gotten to be good friends, recently." "What??" I asked. "That's right," Jack added. "Since you recommended it, we've been having lunch together, almost every other day." "Oh," I said. So it was just lunch. "That's right," Janice said. "And I want to thank you so much for suggesting it, Paul! It's been great to have a man to talk to every day." "Pour me another glass of wine, Paul," Jack said. "And I think we could both use more water," Janice said, "and clear the table, thank you?" What was this? Were they ordering me around? So, fuming, I poured the wine and the water, and then cleared the table. "I'll be in the kitchen, cleaning up," I grumbled. *** I was just finishing the dishes when Jack surprised me in the kitchen. "Paul...?" "Ack!" startled, I twirled around. "Oh, Jack! I'm so glad to see you! We really need to talk-" "My God, Paul, you look just like a woman." "What?" I looked down at my blouse, skirt, and high-heels. I had forgotten that tonight was the first time Jack had seen me all dressed up. "Yes," I admitted, "Janice has... well, we have... we're role playing." I said, lamely. Jack stepped closer and put an arm around my waist. "May I kiss you?" "WHAT?" I tried to jerk away, but I was stuck in the corner of the kitchen, pressed against countertops on both sides. "Jack! No! You're my best friend, don't do this to me! Let me go!" Jack pressed his body into mine, "Please," he said, "just one kiss. You are so yummy, I can't stand it." "No, Jack!" Jack reached around and began to stroke my ass. "Stop!" I struggled to get away. "Tell you what," he said, placing a hand on a false breast and squeezing it, "give me a kiss and then we'll talk." Caught in his clutches, I struggled to extricate myself, but to no avail. Instead, my skirt rode up as he pressed a knee between my legs. "Please..." I whimpered as Jack bent down to kiss my neck. "Stop..." "Come on..." he said. "Okay, I'll do it!" "Do what?" "Kiss you." "Say please." "What?" Jack was being evil. "Say 'please kiss me.' I want you to want it." "Fine. Please kiss me, Jack." "Say, 'please kiss me with tongue, Jack'." "What? Ewww, no!" I renewed my struggles, but only succeeded in getting my skirt to ride up more. His knee was now pressing directly against my crotch. "Image what Janice would say if she caught us in here..." Jack said, "should I call her?" "No!" I whispered, frightened. "Okay, okay!" "Yes?" "Please kiss me with tongue, Jack." "Well, since you asked so nicely..." Jack touched his lips to mine and kissed. And then a second later, I felt his tongue pressing against my lips. Obediently, I opened up. I wish I could say I was swept away by his kiss. I wish I could say that I 'melted' into his arms and lost my sense of self. But in truth, I was humiliated to the core. His lips were scratchy, and his tongue was huge and aggressive. And this was my best friend! All the things, which we had done together! Playing basketball, going to strip clubs, comparing the tits of movie starlets, discussing careers, betting, competing, gamesmanship. And here he was, with his tongue thrust down my mouth, wriggling it around, and with a hand on my ass, squeezing, and a knee between my legs. Yuck. Finally, I broke the kiss and was able to squirm free. "Fine," I said, gasping. "You got your kiss. Now, tell me what is happening to me??" "What do you mean?" Jack said, using a paper towel to wipe lipstick off his cheek. "Ever since I spent the night at your place, I've been having these freaky black-outs!" "Really? When?" "Well, I had one with Janice, after I gave her that card of yours..." "What card?" "You know, the card you put on your refrigerator. And the next two times it happened with my boss at work, Rachael... I mean, Miss Peterson... just as I was about to quit..." Suddenly, a creepy thought entered my body. "It's you, isn't it?" "What's me?" Jack's face had a bemused expression on it. "You! You've given me a mind control drug. It was in the tea, wasn't it? And now I've been programmed to respond to a passcode of some sort, haven't I? What are you doing to me?" "Why nothing you haven't asked for," Jack said, grinning, "Slave Pamela of Laurel." (Blink) ... and he was kissing me and his tongue was in my mouth. Already a hand was underneath my skirt and slip, cupping my buns, but then it slipped into the waistband of my pantyhose and started to slip between my naked buttocks... "Mmmmph!" I struggled, trying to get away. It wasn't unpleasant, exactly, but he was being too forward! "MMMMPHHH!" I was finally able to break the kiss and turn my head away. "Jack! Stop!" "Shhhh! Janice will hear," he said. "Please, stop!" I whispered. "I'll stop, but you have to promise me one thing," he said. "Yes, anything! Just stop." "Ask Janice if I can spend the night." "What??" "Tell her it's too late for me to go home, that we've all had too much wine, and that I should spend the night -- in the guest bedroom, of course." "Why would I do that?" "Because," he said, patiently, "then, after Janice is asleep, you can sneak upstairs and we can talk. Didn't you say you wanted to talk to me?" "Yes, of course..." I shook my head... I had said that, hadn't I? But wait... didn't we talk already? Wasn't there something important that I just discovered?? But try as I could, I couldn't track down what it was that was so important. "Say you'll do it," Jack said, nibbling on my ear. "Fine! Fine, I'll do it," I said, "Now please, let me go." *** Of course Janice was delighted with the idea. And so, while I finished cleaning up the kitchen, Janice showed Jack to the guest bedroom and got him settled. I walked into the master bedroom and got ready for bed. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I heard Janice step quietly down the stairs. "He's already asleep," she said. "You were up there for a long time," I said. "Oh, we had a lot to talk about," she said, noncommittally. "So, in the car, you mentioned something about a new employment contract you wanted me to look at?" "Oh my God, Janice! I was fired!" "Oh! You poor dear!" "But that's not the worst of it, somehow Rachael... ah... I mean, Miss Peterson..." "Miss Peterson?" Janice asked with an arched eyebrow. "Yes, I'm supposed to call her Miss Peterson now. Somehow, she forced me to sign this horrible contract so I would have to come back to work as her secretary!" "Why that's wonderful!" Janice said, delighted. "No it's not!" "But Paul, that's what you told me you wanted!" "What do you mean?" I looked at her, dumbfounded. "That day we had the big argument. You told me that you wanted to become a secretary, and I said that you should demand your old job back. But then you said I wasn't supporting you... and your desire to live as a woman full time." "That... was what we were fighting about?" I asked. "You mean, because *I* wanted to become a secretary, and *you* didn't think it was a good idea?" "Right." "No, that can't be it," but suddenly I was confused. Was that what had we argued about? Was it possible? "And naturally, that's why I was trying to be so supportive about you dressing as a secretary this morning. I was just trying to show you that I accepted your new desires." "But... but..." "So you changed your mind?" "No... I mean yes!" "So you admit that you wanted to be a secretary before, but that now you don't want to be anymore?" "No... wait... I don't know! All I know is that I was somehow coerced into signing this contract. Can you get me out of it?" Janice looked at me, exasperated. "What *do* you want, Paul?" "Please," I whimpered, "I just want for things to go back to the way they were. I'm sorry..." "Okay fine, hand it over, and I'll see what I can do. Why don't you go get ready for bed." *** I brushed my teeth, washed, cleansed, and moisturized my face. Taking off my bra, I dressed in a light pink, nylon, floor-length nightgown and slipped into bed. Janice was already in bed, sitting up, with my contract spread before her. "I can't believe you agreed to all this," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "I know, I know," I said, ashamed, "but it can't be legal, can it?" "Well, it's unconventional, certainly, but I don't think it's illegal. After all, it's not like they're asking you to do anything that's against the law." "But look, it is essentially requiring me to have oral sex! That's got to be illegal." "But that's not what it says. It merely says 'intimate bodily contact'. That could be anything. That's really no different from being an OB- GYN, or a dental technician." "But it's really oral sex, that's what Rachael... ahh... I mean, Miss Peterson implied." "Well, that would certainly be illegal. But that's not what it says." "But what about the punishments?" "Nothing illegal there. Unconventional, certainly, but not illegal, especially since you've agreed to it all ahead of time." "But... what can I do?" "Well, if you can prove that Rachael is forcing you to have oral sex with her or her staff, then we probably have a case. But, of course, we'll have to go to court." "Court?" "Right, and of course all court documents are public, and so..." "And so I would be exposing myself to public humiliation." "Right. And I bet this would be instantly picked up by the newswires. They'd just love this sort of wacky story. I can see it now, 'Man agrees to be sex slave at work, now wants out.'" "So what if I just quit?" "Well, apparently you owe the company some money?" "WHAT??" "Well, apparently they claim you were working at reduced productivity and hours for the last two years..." "Yes! While I was helping you!" "... and that this cost them $100,000 in lost wages and productivity... and since you signed it, basically you agreed to their position." Janice showed me my signature. "What does that mean?" "It means that if you quit, you owe them $100,000, but as long as you stay, you can work it off." "So... we just pay off the debt, and then I can quit?" "WE?" Janice looked at me with an icy stare, "you got yourself into this, and you'll have to get yourself out of it." "But... I was only doing it to help you..." Janice put the papers aside and turned towards me. "Paul... or should I say Pamela?" She giggled for a second, but then continued. "Pamela, I think that somewhere, deep inside your subconscious, this is what you want. You want to be trapped. You want to be forced to labor in a menial secretary position being at 'Miss Peterson's' beck and call." "No... no, I don't!" "Yes, you must. Why else would you sign all these documents? Why else would you willingly put yourself into such a financially subservient position? Why else would you maneuver yourself into such an inescapable trap?" "But Janice..." My breath was coming out in gasps and tears began to drip down my cheeks. Janice reached over and pulled me into a hug. After a second, she reached down and put a hand on my penis. "What's this?" she asked. My penis was hard. "I don't know..." I said, sniffling. "Why Pamela, you're hard! Do you find this exciting?" "No..." Janice started stroking me. Her fingers, through the nightgown and the lacy, nylon panties, felt amazing, and, despite myself, I began to moan in pleasure. "Pamela," she said, "I certainly believe that you do find this exciting. It's true, isn't it? You want this, don't you?" "Please, Janice," I struggled weakly to get away, but she held me firm and continued stroking. I felt my willpower gradually slip away as I submitted to her ministrations. "I thought so. You get a secret thrill from being trapped in the clutches of a female who controls you, don't you?" All I could do is whimper, as Janice reached around me with her free hand and began to lightly pinch and tweak my nipples through the nightgown. "Well, since it appears that that is the case, I do not intend to help you get out of it. You are just going to have to submit... submit to your new job and become a smiling, obedient, secretary for Rachael, and do what she wants, and wear what she wants." I was so hard! My heart was pounding, as I felt completely trapped, like a fly in a web. A poor animal, caught in the clutches of these dominant women... forced to do their bidding... forced to submit to their every desire... "Cum for me, Pamela," Janice whispered, "cum for me and seal your fate. Because if you cum, then I'll know that this is what you really want." "Nnnnnnhhh!" I renewed my struggles, and tried to think of something non-sexual. But it was hopeless. Janice had me tightly in her arms, and her assault on my hard penis and sensitive nipples continued, causing tingles to charge through my body. "That's right, keep struggling! Because you love that trapped feeling, don't you? And just think, I might have helped you get out of your contract with Rachael, if only I honestly felt that you really wanted out. But here you are, my little Pamela, all hot and bothered at the thought of being trapped as her slut secretary, doing her every bidding... being under her thumb..." "Please..." I said, my excitement reaching a fever pitch, despite my efforts to control it. "So cum for me, Pamela. And then I'll know for certain that all you really want is to be Rachael's submissive little secretary. Her 'girl'. Her sexual work toy. To be abused, and teased, and dressed, and spanked, and humiliated..." "Noooo!" I cried out as I shot my load into my panties. *** By the time I had changed my panties and cleaned up the mess, Janice was softly snoring in bed, sound asleep. 'This is my chance,' I thought, as I walked slowly and softly out of the bedroom. The guest bedroom was upstairs and at the opposite end of the house, so there would be no problem with noise. And now that Janice was asleep, Jack and I could talk for as long as needed to straighten everything out. Where had my willpower gone? Why was I allowing my life to be taken away by Rachael, and now Janice? Something had happened to me at Jack's house that night that I slept over, and I was determined to find out what. *** "Hello there, Pamela," Jack said, with a smile. Jack was lying in bed on top of the covers, his head propped up with a pillow, completely naked. "Jack!" I turned my eyes away. "Nothing here you haven't seen before, Pamela." Even worse than being naked, his hand was stroking his penis, which was rock hard. "Please, cover yourself up. I have serious stuff to talk about." I stood at the doorjamb, unwilling to step in further. "No," he said, stubbornly. "If you want to talk to me, you'll have to come here, sit on this bed, and look at me. Those are the rules, take 'em or leave 'em." "Fine," I said in a huff, as I walked in and sat on the bed. "Come closer," he said, reaching around my waist and pulling me in further. "Mmmmm, nice. I love that nightgown on you. You look most fetching, even without makeup on. What happened to your beard?" "I, ahhh, got it lasered off," I said. "You mean... your beard... is gone forever?" "Ummm... yeah," somehow, when he said it, it made me all the more ashamed of myself. Jack gave his cock a couple more strokes. Was he enjoying this? "So, Pamela, what do you want to know?" "Wait, why are you calling me 'Pamela'?" "Isn't that your new name?" "Well... that's what 'Miss Peterson' call me... but how did you hear..." "I'm the one who told her to call you 'Pamela'. She and I have been talking a lot over the last few days... about you." "What! You are in this plot with her?? Why would you tell her to call me 'Pamela'?" "Because that's the name that you chose for yourself." Oh my God. For a minute or more, I was speechless. "What...? Why...?" Jack looked down at his penis. "My God," he said, "I never knew that dominating my own feminized best friend could be so exciting. Look, Pamela, I'm leaking pre-cum!" I looked, and it was true. As Jack squeezed is penis, small pearly drops of fluid oozed out of the tip. Jack scooped up the pre-cum with his fingers and then held them out to me. "I've been saving my cum for you, Pamela. Why don't you taste it?" I looked at his fingers, wet with his sexual emissions, and a tingle ran through my body. My God, I realized, I actually *want* to taste it! My mouth started watering at the thought. "You know you want to taste it, don't you?" Jack said, encouragingly. "So go ahead, stick out that tongue and suck the cum off my fingers." "Please, no, Jack... don't make me..." "Who's making who do anything?" he said, reasonably. "I'm just being a good friend and making you an offering of my most private bodily emissions. Now be a good girl and accept it, won't you?" "I... ah..." I swallowed hard, thinking about what I was about to do. My penis twitched and started to grow. "And here, I'll make this offer: you lick my fingers clean, and I'll tell you everything that happened the other night at my place. Okay?" Jack held the fingers just inches away from my lips. I could smell the wet, sweet, jasmine-y smell of his seminal fluid. "Uh..." I opened my mouth unconsciously, panting a little. "You know you want to..." Jack said, teasingly. "Okay..." I said, leaning forward and taking his fingers in my mouth. "Mmmmmm..." I said, the now-familiar tingle running through my body as the salty taste of his pre-cum flowed over my tongue. I slurped on his fingers for a second, and then smacked my lips. "Now be sure to swallow..." Jack said. And like an obedient girl, I did, smiling. "... and say 'thank you.'" "Thank you Jack. That was wonderful." "You're welcome, Pamela. Now, would you like to know what happened to you that night you spent the night at my place?" "Yes, please!" And so, Jack began his story. "Let me start with revelation number 1: I never took the mind-control drug to wipe out my memories. The day after your 40th birthday, my project was canceled and I was moved to an unclassified project, so no more lie detector tests. Things were crazy, and frankly I forgot about the mind control drug which I left in the back of my 'fridge. "But then I noticed Janice changing. She was dressing up, she was much more assertive, and she was much more flirty. And so I thought, 'what did Paul do to her?' and so I went to find out. And so one day I called her up and gave the code word: 'Lady Janice of Sterling,' and she recited her mantra right back to me over the phone." "So it was YOU!" I gasped out loud. "You were the reason Janice kept getting more and more dominant!" "Yes it was me," he continued. "And when I found out what you were doing to her, I was so pissed -- I thought seriously about telling Janice everything. But then I thought, 'Hey, if that's what he wants, then we'll just give it to him!' and so, every other week or so, I would call Janice, or meet her for lunch, and give her the code word! And my, things got a little dicey, didn't they?" "Oh my God..." I said, my head in my hands. "And you deserved it, didn't you?" "Yes," I admitted, "I deserved it. I should never have tried to change her." "Well, at least you've finally learned your lesson. So, when you came to me that night, I had a plan all worked out. I'd get you to admit you were wrong, and then we'd use my last dose of the mind-control drug to change Janice back. "Only after talking to you, I realized that things had already gone way too far. Janice couldn't be changed back without jeopardizing her self confidence and therefore her new job, and you were already too deep into your role as a submissive housewife to ever go back." "It's true." "And so now it's time for me to apologize. Pamela, I never meant to hurt you or your career. I'm sorry." "But it's my fault for starting it..." "True, but I shouldn't have given in to my feelings of revenge. Can you forgive me?" "Oh, Jack..." Jack squeezed another drop of pre-cum out of his penis. For some reason, he had not lost his hard-on throughout this whole conversation. "Here," he said, "lick this pre-cum from my fingers and then tell me that you forgive me." Jack held his wet fingers to my mouth, and I opened it and licked them clean. As I did, I felt my own penis growing harder -- was this making me horny? "I forgive you." "Good girl, Pamela. Anyway, we debated what to do about the situation, and then you came up with this crazy idea - I think it was some long- suppressed fantasy of yours - it was bizarre and perverted, but the more we talked about it, the more I realized it was a win-win-win-win situation all around." "It was my idea? What was it?" "Well, the way you saw it, rather than changing Janice to be less demanding - which might also affect her job and her career, why not make you more submissive?" "Oh my God..." "That's right. And if you were more submissive, then you would be more willing to give over your life to Janice's desires, and then everyone would be happy!" "No way would I suggest that! There's no way I would let that happen to me. I'm not that submissive!" "Exactly! And so that's why we decided to use the mind-control drug on you." My heart fell into my stomach as the truth of the situation finally became clear to me. I think I had known all along, ever since my first blackout that I was being mind-controlled by everyone around me, but to hear it spoken out loud... was devastating. "So..." I stammered, "what... what are my instructions?" "Do you want to hear them? Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." "Well, okay! Slave Pamela of *Rockville*." And then suddenly, in my mind, I saw a folded piece of paper. The paper unfolded and I read it's contents out loud: "I want to smell and taste you. The more I taste you, the more I fall in love with you. And the more I love you, the more I want to give my will to your wishes and desires." (Blink) And then there I was, lying on the floor, with Jack, still completely naked, still with the huge boner, standing over me. "Are you okay, Pamela?" He said, with a worried look on his face. I put a hand to my head, "I think so... what just happened?" "Well, when I implanted the mind-control instructions into your head, I created two versions. The first version, when I say 'of Laurel', and you blank out and don't remember anything, just like how it works with Janice. And the second version, when I say 'of Rockville', and you get to hear and remember your instructions." Jack helped me back up to the bed and then sat next to me. Somehow, his penis was still hard, sticking up out of his lap like a flagpole. And what happened next was more shocking than anything I could have ever have predicted. Jack took my hand by the wrist, placed it over his hard member, and then gently curled my fingers around it. It was hot and pulsing. Just touching it sent a thrill through my body, and I began to feel that familiar tingle jangling my nerves and causing my breath to come out in short gasps... "Please, no... Jack..." I said, looking into his eyes. But somehow, I couldn't move my hand and it seemed to squeeze his member all of its own accord. "But..." I stammered, "does this mean... does this mean that I'm falling in love with you too?" "What do you think?" I gently stroked his penis, and I looked into his eyes. And then I noticed the scent of his nude body, sweaty, musky, wonderful... and how I wanted to lick it! "But, that's not what I want!" I protested. "I never wanted to become addicted to your body! I never wanted to fall in love with you!" Just then, Jack's penis twitched and a couple of drops of pre-cum leaked out the tip and dribbled down the shaft and on to my hands. Unconsciously, I licked my lips. Jack pulled me in closer and whispered into my ear. "No, you never wanted to fall in love with me, did you, Pamela? But that's exactly what's happening. Can't you feel the urge? You want to go down and suck my cock, don't you? Come on now, Pamela admit it!" "No..." I moaned. "Yes..." he hissed. "Admit it! Admit you want to taste me!" Jack put a hand behind my head and started to force it down towards his lap. "That's right," he said, "come to daddy. Stick out your tongue and taste my cock. You know you want to, you know you have to." My face was just inches away now, and as Jack lifted his hips, his penis bumped up against my lips, smearing them with pre-cum. "Open up!" he said, pushing down harder, "open up like a good little cock-sucking girl and take it in your mouth. You've already tasted me, and you know you want more!" But I kept on fighting it, struggling for all I was worth. Somehow I knew that this was my last chance to salvage whatever was left of my old life. Somehow I knew that this was my final test. But my unconscious desires were just too strong. As the wet smell of his emissions entered my nose, I began to breath deeper, and as I did that, my tongue darted out to taste the fluids on my mouth... ... and then I simply opened my mouth and accepted his cock into it. "Yes!" Jack said, triumphantly. He thrust his cock up, filling my mouth. "Mmmmph!" I exclaimed. The taste was wonderful! I began to suck in earnest. I was lost -- lost in his taste and feeling with every second my love for him increase and my own will to resist fade away. "Unh!" Jack said, grunting as I sucked his cock. "I will admit that you were right about one thing, Pamela. You never wanted to be submissive to me! But I knew that if I played my cards right, I could have the one thing I wanted most in the world... the one thing which has always been denied to me... the one thing which money could never buy." I could barely hear him, so much was I concentrating on his cock. A steady stream of pre-cum was now coming out, bathing my tongue in his sexual essence. "And do you want to know what that one thing is?" he asked. Just then Jack held me down on his cock, his hands locked around my head, his cock spasmodically jerking in my mouth. I could feel it! He was coming! "It's Janice!" He said. "She's the one I want! She's the one I've been in love with ever since I met her! And now, all you have to do is taste my sperm, and you will be *my slave* and you will have to do whatever *I* want, and what I want is to have your wife for my own!" FUCK FUCK FUCK! I thought to myself frantically. I struggled to get off his cock, struggled to save whatever hope I had, wailing my arms and legs... But it was too late. Jack orgasmed and my mouth was filled with his thick, wet, sticky sperm. Flowing into my mouth, covering my tongue, filling my cheeks, it dribbled out everywhere. Jack must have been saving up. "Yes!!" Jack cried out. He reached down around my head, and placed a hand over my mouth, sealing it full of sperm before I could spit it out. "Now taste, and swallow!" he hissed. "Taste it and swallow it, and remember that you have to do what I want, and what I want is to have your wife for my own!" And I struggled, and squirmed, and weakly tried to pry his hands away... but I couldn't! Part of me thinks that my heart just wasn't in it anymore, part of me thinks that I deserved to lose Janice after what I did to her, and part of me was just losing the energy to continue the fight. And so after a few minutes of desperate struggle, I slumped into his arms. I had given up hope. "Swallow," Jack instructed. And I did. Next, Jack began squeeze all of the sperm out of his shaft, scooping each load into my mouth. At first I refused, holding my mouth tight, but then Jack held my nose shut, and so I was forced to open up. And every time my lips parted, Jack scooped in more of his seed, and every time I was forced to take more of it into my mouth, I felt my objections fade further and further into the distance. Until finally, I just opened my mouth and submissively accepted his fingers, and when they were clean, I let Jack push my mouth to his wet penis, which I licked clean. "Be sure to swallow," he said. And of course I did. "What now?" I asked, when he was all cleaned up. "Slave Pamela of Laurel," he said. (Blink) Chapter 24: The Next Day "Aaaaugh!" I woke up with a start, sitting bolt upright. I was in bed, the sun was shining, and I could hear Janice showering in the master bathroom. What had happened last night? I wondered. Some things were clear. I went to talk to Jack upstairs in the guest bedroom. And then he told me that I had been programmed with a dose of the mind control drug that he had saved in his refrigerator. But he had only done it because... I had asked for it? That I had wanted to become submissive and trapped? I felt my penis stir inside my nightgown. Maybe it was true, I reflected. Certainly, it would be best for Janice, who was relishing her new personality as the dominant one in the relationship. But there was something else, wasn't there? Something really important, something I desperately had to remember... Something about Jack? But try as I could, nothing definitive came to me. Something about Jack and Janice? Had they talked about me? What was it?? Damn. "Pamela?" Janice called out from the shower. I quickly put on some soft satin slippers and walked into the master bath. "Yes, Janice?" I asked. "Go upstairs and wake up Jack, would you? I don't want him to be late for work. Thanks!" *** But when I went up to Jack's room, he was already up, and naked. "Oh!" I said, turning away and blushing. "Sorry..." "No, come in!" Jack said, with a friendly wave. "No secrets between us anymore, now is there?" "Uh... no, I guess not." "Certainly not. By the way, I'd like to thank you for dinner last night. It was wonderful." "Why, thank you, Jack." "And I certainly wouldn't say 'no', if you invited me back for dinner again tonight." A shot of fear ran through my body. There was something dangerous going on... but what was it? "Oh... I don't know, Jack. I think that Janice was hoping for an evening alone, with just the two of us... you know, we have a lot to talk about." "Oh, sure, I understand... 'Slave Pamela of Rockville'." "I want to smell and taste you. The more I taste you, the more I fall in love with you. And the more I love you, the more I want to give my will to your wishes and desires." I staggered back against the doorjamb. Jack looked at me with a predatory grin. "So, how about inviting me to dinner tonight?" he asked again. "It is my most fervent *wish* and my deepest *desire* that you do so." "No..." I said, weakly, and then quickly ran out the door before Jack could enslave me further. *** It was obvious that I had to keep Jack away. He had something evil planned... I don't know what... but something bad. But how! Already I felt my love for him growing, and an almost irresistible urge to do his bidding... STOP THAT! I said to myself. You must resist! By the time I was done with my shower, Janice had put out clothes for me to wear. They were the same as yesterday, polyester skirt and jacket, nylon blouse with wide floppy lapels, pantyhose, underwear. This time she added some foundation wear: a panty-girdle and waist cinch. "To give you a more girlish figure