I was spreading caviar on a slice of warm french baguette and fantasizing about fucking the director’s brains out when a voice interrupted “Excuse me ma’am, there’s a gentleman insisting on talking to you and being quite adamant about it.”

“You know I only meet with fans from 7:13 to 7:15 in the morning.”

“I know ma’am”

“And is it 7:14?”

“No ma’am”

“And yet you’re bringing this to my attention?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Are you unhappy here?’

“No ma’am”

“Not tired of worshipping me night and day?”

“Never ma’am”

“Then why are you trying to get yourself fired. Remove him. Or call the cops if you’re not up to it. You do not trouble me with minor details. Can’t you see I’m coping with a completely inadequate breakfast here? It’s like somebody fucked cook into oblivion last night or something.”

“It’s just I didn’t want to call the cops ma’am as he was insisting you kidnapped his fiancée.”

Oops.

I had forgotten (it had been an evening full of revelations about my ability to control my phereomones and some ensuing fun with the staff) about my little “gift” for my new therapist.

“Tell him I’ll see him in five minutes.”

I lounged back in my chair, made sure I had a generous amount of my full firm tits showing, and crossed my very sexy legs so my skirt rode up high, that should distract him nicely. Then I called my new pet, whom the man outside would call his fiancée.

“Hi darling”

“Hello Mistress.”

“Have you been having fun?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Did Ms. Lowenstien fuck your brains out?”

“No Mistress.”

“Are you lying?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Why?”

“Ms. Lowenstien said that if you asked if we did anything I was to say no.”

“Interesting. Is she there?”

“Yes Mistress, but she’s a little indisposed.”

“Meaning she’s between your legs right now?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Oh this is delicious.”

“That’s just what she said.”

“Oh, when?”

“Right before you called Mistress.”

“You’ve got a very sly sense of humor don’t you my pet?”

“So I’ve been told. It’s my second best quality.”

“Right after your delicious pussy?”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Well right after she finishes probing your unexpected depths tell her to bring you to my place. Your fiancée is here and very insistent about seeing you.”

“Oh, he’s so sweet. So thoughtful. Oh, that’s right. Oh God, oh my. Oh sweet lord right there….ahhhhh!”

I put the phone on speaker and finished my caviar as her orgasms resounded through the kitchen.

“Where is she!? “Stop touching her?”

I regarded him coolly over my champagne.

“I am not touching her” I said as her waning orgasmic cries wafted through the kitchen. I turned off the speaker on my phone with a red fingernail.

“Somebody was. That was her orgasming.”

“Yes” I agreed.

“That’s my fiancée!”

“Also true. You clearly have a grasp of the fundamentals here.”

“I want her back.”

“It’s good to want things. She said to tell you hi by the way.”

“You can’t just kidnap people.”

“You can actually. Happens every day.”

He just gaped at me. Really I wonder what she saw in him. Maybe he had a huge penis.

“Do you have a huge penis?”

He just gaped some more. Really, some people. Just can’t hold up their end of a conversation.

“I’m assuming so. She can’t like you for your sparkling repartee.”

He visibly fought his temper, clenching his fists and taking deep breaths.

“She’ll be here shortly. Keep it civil and we can all get past this. She’s been making new friends.”

“So I heard.” He said dryly.

“Well yes, she’s a very friendly girl. Trust me she’s been enjoying herself. And she left with me of her own free will.”

“While you had your guards give me a beatdown.”

“Only because you insisted on interfering. You attacked them. They were just doing their job of keeping you away from me. That whole bodyguard thing. My body. They guard. You see?”

“I see that you put some sort of hoodoo on Sybil.”

“Hoodoo? Even if that were the case, aren’t you afraid I’ll put that very same hoodoo on you? I mean you’re clearly susceptible.” I trailed my red nails over my cleavage and legs and his eyes followed despite his best efforts.

“I am not susceptible” he lied bravely.

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re in denial.”

“Okay, you’re extremely hot. And I’m a guy. But I’m not going to forget about the love of my life just because of that. Even if she has.”

“She has not forgotten you. I told you that she said to tell you ‘hi’”

“I don’t mean that’s she literally forgotten me. I’m talking about how she went off with you without even a word to me, and how she’s orgasming over the phone in your kitchen. This is not how two people in love with each other behave.”

“Communication is the bedrock of a good relationship” I commiserated.

“Baby” a sweet voice ballyhooed and a bundle of blond hair and glee leapt into his arms kissing his cheek, neck and lips.

Behind her Lowenstein strolled in, a twist of her lips that she couldn’t even out lighting her normally severe features.

“Eat something that agreed with you?” I asked her.

“I admit I sampled some fair that was simply delicious.”

“That’s apparently a popular description.”

“Look at that, that’s young love.”

“You’re not so old as all that.”

“I’ve got some good years in me yet.”

“Also been in some good years.”

“That too.”

The newly reunited couple had finally come up for air.

“There you go, one fiancée returned to you, safe, sound and happy. I assume you can see yourself out?”

“Not without a goodbye kiss” she said wriggling delightfully out of his arms and running up to throw herself in my lap and give me a sound kiss. I made sure to concentrate on euphoria and not devotion or addiction, I wanted her to go and not be my eternal slave. If I changed my mind I could always do that later.

“Thanks for everything mistress, especially the awesome sex.” Her fiancée went pretty red at that but he still had a slightly dazed smile on his face. Her kisses could do that, I had a similar smile on mine. Then she dove into Lowenstiens arms and gave her a similarly stunning kiss. And then she was gone, dragging her fiancée off and presumably into the nearest bed or taxi.

“Well Lowenstien, anything to say for yourself? I mean really, telling my adoring slave to lie to me? How did you think that was going to work?”

“Not my proudest moment” she conceded. “But while I can resist temptation, apparently not when it’s eagerly nuzzling my thigh and occasionally biting for my attention.

“That would be difficult” I agreed.

“And I suppose I can understand you a little better now.”

“That was the goal of the enterprise.”

“Really?”

“Well that and you really needed to lighten up. So serious. I mean a gun. What kind of therapist has a gun in her purse?”

“What kind of patient plans on enslaving her therapist?”

“It wasn’t a plan, just an option. Girl’s got to keep her options open right?”

“I’m not going to dignify that with a response.”

“That’s all right. Btw you were totally right about my being able to induce more than one response with my pheromones. I can do fear and euphoria, in addition to my usual heartbreakingly addictive love.”

“Very nice. I did see that your kisses didn’t leave our little bundle of sunshine helpless and adoring.”

“So would you like to come upstairs and celebrate with me?”

“No thanks, I already ate” her lips quirking in that charming smile again.

“Very nice, I’d almost think you weren’t worried about my enslaving you.”

“Well just because you don’t have to anymore doesn’t mean you won’t.”

“Very true, and you’d make such a pretty slave. Still it’s all for the best, I have an early morning meeting with my director.”

“Whom you’re not going to enslave.”

“C’mon, give me a little credit.”

“Whom you’re not going to enslave” she repeated emphatically.

“Fine, whom Im not going to enslave.” I grumbled some very not nice remarks about my therapist under my breath which she pretended not to hear. Then I brightened as I had some very nice thoughts about my director and some new possibilities that had opened up as well as some new positions. “Well not chemically. I can’t help it if he finds the sex addictive for other reasons can I?”

I dashed out of the room before she could sputter a response.

Time, tides and great sex wait for no woman.