I sashayed down the street with hardened nipples and a song in my heart. Much of what my therapist had told me had been hard to hear, yet strangely freeing. It didn’t fix anything, but yet it rendered it fixable, and that, the idea that I understood and could change my circumstances, that was a very powerful feeling indeed.

And of course the ethical dilemma I’d left her also added to the tugging at the corners of my lips, making a perfectly kissable cupid’s bow that no man could resist. I received 3 proposals on the way home, 2 for marriage and 1 for something much less family values. I may or may not have accepted 2 of them, but certainly I left my admirers with a smile on their faces rivaling my own.

Now one of the ideas my therapist had was that queen bees do not emit pheromones all the time, and can change the signals they do emit, perhaps I could do the same. I knew already that I could vary the intensity, but had I ever really tried to use it for anything other than intense arousal and addiction?

She had suggested other signals that bees would use such as for flight or for ferocity. So I had an absolutely delicious idea for one of my faithful admirers. As I walked through the door my butler and maid scattered rose petals at my feet. It was such a bore but it made them so very happy. I gave each of them a small kiss on the cheek which caused the petit brunette’s spine to bow in orgasm and the man to sink to his knees, a small dark spot welling in his pant’s front. Since he was already down there I allowed him to kiss the tops of my feet in my open topped shoes, which he gladly and eagerly did.

I wandered into the kitchen where my cook was crafting one of his usually superb culinary concoctions.

“I’ve got a deal for you my little pet”

“A deal mistress?”

“Yes a deal, how would you like to make love to me?”

“To make love to you, I’d like that more than anything. But you never allow us men to have intercourse with you?”

“That’s true, I find most of you completely disgusting and unattractive. But today, and perhaps today only I’m offering you a chance”

“Please mistress what do you want me to do? I could cut off a finger?”

“That’s definitely the kind of creative thinking I admire, but really what would I do with an extra finger? I mean really, I want you to impress me. Maybe I should make this offer to the chaefeur instead…”

“Mistress, please I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry. Perhaps you would rather have my penis? I could cut it off after I have pleasured you…”

“No, no no. All you have to do is complete the act. To sleep with me, this one time only, all you have to do is finish. If you do no reprisals. If you don’t, I’m going to fire you. You’ll have to work somewhere else, never seeing me except on t.v. And you’ll never kiss my feet or lick my ass again.”

“Please mistress, not that, anything but that. You could cut off my legs…”

“What is it with you and all this talk of cutting things off? It must be working in the kitchen as a chef all that chopping, incessantly hacking this and trimming that, you’ve got it on the brain. Anyway that’s the deal, are you “up” for it?”

The poor dear couldn’t make up his mind what article of clothing to take off first and literally fell over himself in excitement. It wasn’t romantic or sensual, at least not at first but when he got his tongue up my skirt and into my ass I found myself growing damp and excited. He moaned as he breathed in more and more of my pheromones as my arousal coursed through my body. Then I made a mental effort to switch my signal, thinking of every terrifying thing I could think of, from the time I was kidnapped to having these experiments done, to the most terrifying monster movies. I didn’t think it was working since he was still eagerly applying his tongue to my ass.

But then I noticed his hands were shaking and his moans were no longer of pleasure, which was difficult to distinguish as he was fairly muffled by my ass but it was a definite difference. I continued to focus on fear as he tried to bury his face in my pussy, but he couldn’t do it. He put his head in my lap then jerked it back as if the touch burned.

“What’s the matter my pet? Don’t you want to have sex with me?”

“More than anything” he stuttered through chattering lips. “But I can’t. I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“I don’t know. I have no idea, but I’m terrified. I need to leave but I can’t. I want you and to please you so much. But I can’t!”

It was true. I looked down at his taut naked body but his cock, normally raging hard at all times around me was shrunken and flaccid. I was elated.

“Oh my poor pet, such a poor poor boy. Looks like you’re fired.”

“Nooooooo” he wailed, the most pathetic and deepest wail of heartbreaking sorrow I had ever heard.

“Kidding” I said and stopped concentrating on my personal terrors and focused on warm fuzzy thoughts instead. I breathed my breath over his lips and he grew instantly hard. I turned him away from me and flicked his dick hard with one of my fingernails Large ropes of cum shot from his dick as it juddered while his whole body shook with pleasure.

“Now clean that up and I want a simply amazing lunch. 5 courses. Something special. We’re celebrating today. ”