7:00 AM

Elizabeth O’Neil woke to her alarm on a perfectly normal late-spring day. The morning sun splashed across the master bedroom where the divorcee was sleeping alone in the king-sized bed. She threw the thin coverlet back, and gracefully stepped, fully naked, to the carpeted floor. Although Elizabeth was nearly 40, she kept herself youthfully slender through diet and exercise. Exercise like her morning tai chi.

Elizabeth sashayed gracefully out of the master bedroom into the adjacent atrium, where high french windows let in the light of the morning sun. She began her regular daily exercise routine, unconcerned that her son Shaun might see her bare body. In fact, it had been Shaun’s suggestion that she work out naked, as it would help focus her thoughts on how the routine was keeping her mature body fit and sexy.

Although Shaun was her son, Elizabeth took Shaun’s advice a lot. He’d always been her rock. Elizabeth had given birth to Shaun at 16 after being molested by her PE teacher. Moving to a new school and caring for Shaun while still getting into college had only served to double Elizabeth’s determination, and she’d made even more of her life and career. And all because Shaun was there.

Elizabeth had been the first to note the changes in Shaun when he’d moved back home after graduation. The new maturity, the sensitivity, the intuition and judgment – all so far beyond his years. She had started taking his advice almost immediately.

In fact, that was why Shaun now worked for the same company Elizabeth did. She had referred him herself, even though his college studies had been highly technical and specialized. He was brilliant, though. His thesis, “Applications of Computer-Catalyzed Reactions on Long Ethyl Alcohol Chains” had gotten top marks even from Shaun’s notably tough and demanding advisor. Although Elizabeth herself had referred him to her company’s recruiter, Elizabeth had worried that Shaun’s specialty was too technical to fit in with what her company did.

But Shaun turned out to be just as good with people skills as he was with computers and chemicals – which was one reason why Elizabeth herself listened to his advice so often – and he had aced his interviews. Not just that, but he’d negotiated a flexible work from home arrangement even though the company had officially “returned to office.” Shaun even had the flexibility to set his own hours as long as his superiors signed off on his work when he was done.

So there wasn’t much risk of Shaun being around to catch a peek of her naked body this early, though. Shaun got up as late as he wanted to.

Soon, progression through increasingly difficult poses had the naked Elizabeth glowing from head to toe. Fully awake now, Elizabeth proceeded to the shower to freshen up for the day.

As the warm water flowed down over her trim but shapely figure, Elizabeth soaped herself liberally, running her hands over her womanly curves. Her slender legs tingled as she massaged her pleasantly exercise-sore thighs and calves in the steaming spray. Her firm belly twitched as she ran her fingers over the toned muscles there. And her nipples were becoming sensitive, even more so as she soaped up her luxurious breasts.

Even as Elizabeth felt a sympathetic arousal beginning in her pussy, she realized that she couldn’t spend time jilling herself off right now. She’d just get all sweaty and trembly and would have to start over with the soap again, which would make her late to work.

After drying herself off quickly and efficiently with the fluffy towel she had ready at hand, Elizabeth tucked the towel around her pneumatic body and returned to her bedroom. Once there, Elizabeth simply put on a sheer teddy, which did little or nothing to hide her seductively feminine charms. Elizabeth felt strongly that, around the house, a woman should either wear no underwear or only underwear.

Elizabeth had no fear that Shaun would be shocked at seeing her practically naked body when she went downstairs to have breakfast. The idea about what a woman should wear around the house had been his, after all. Shaun was just brilliant at contributing that kind of incisive thought to any conversation, Elizabeth thought. In fact, Elizabeth found herself taking his advice a lot, since he’d come back home – it never seemed to steer her wrong.

8:15 AM

As Elizabeth started the engine of her Audi A4, the LED on the entertainment panel lit up and the speakers began to dispense news-talk.

“Welcome to All Things Examined. Today’s topic is Mind Control. Anthony Edwards will discuss the impact of COVID and how anti-vaccine advocates are getting the wrong message. You’ll hear Natasha Eaton on the fall of the Finnish government and the new behind the scenes intelligence war in which operatives can be turned to the enemy side with merely a thought. Franklin Myers will speak with financial experts on the unpredictability of the stock market when insider information is more available than ever. And Stacey Adams will chronicle the rise of a new patriarchy, where career women are constantly at risk of losing job and family due to being coerced into sexual slavery.”

Elizabeth didn’t need to hear how America had gone to shit – she’d lived through 2020! Lived through COVID, and then through the devastating mind control epidemic that followed in its wake. So she flipped the entertainment panel to a music channel and the sound of Panic! At the Disco filled the cabin.

Anyway, Elizabeth didn’t need NPR to tell her anything more about mind control than she already knew, since it didn’t work on her anyway.

9:25 AM

Elizabeth was walking down the hall to a 9:30 meeting, together with a colleague named Anya Smith. Anya, a few inches taller than Elizabeth, had the slender physique of a college soccer player, inherited from her Jamaican father, but her mixed-racial heritage also gave her an edibly feminine silhouette.

Outside the meeting room, the two women encountered executive VP Fred Halwick going the other way. Halwick stopped them and said “I’m glad to see you two. Can I have a second of your time? I’ve been meaning to ask you two a question. Does one of you little nympho sluts want to give a man a blowjob?”

Intakes of breath. Shock.

The two women looked at each other in horror at Halwick’s effrontery. Turning to the suited man, Anya slapped him across the face. “You bastard. If there were still sexual harassment laws, you’d owe me your salary for life!” And Anya stamped off furiously down the hall towards the meeting room.

Elizabeth followed. Even after the past few years, Elizabeth was somewhat shocked at Halwick’s brazenness. But other than the insulting sexism and condescension, she wasn’t much worried that he might have attempted a mind control trigger phrase. Not only had he failed somehow, mind control didn’t work on her anyway.

9:50 AM

Elizabeth was working at her computer compiling reports when she was interrupted by a meeting reminder. “Mandatory Corporate Sexual Harassment Training – 10:00” popped up in the bottom corner of the screen. Sighing, Elizabeth stood, signed off the computer, and dutifully proceeded to the office of Dr. Roundtree, the company’s HR councilor.

As Elizabeth arrived, she was somewhat surprised to see a short-haired blonde coming out of Roundtree’s office. The blonde’s hair was mussed, her lipstick was smudged, her skirt was askew, her jacket was missing, and her blouse was incorrectly buttoned.

The distracted blonde stopped just outside Roundtree’s door, looking up and down the hallway as if she couldn’t remember which way she’d come from. Stepping past the flustered blonde, Elizabeth entered Roundtree’s office and closed the door behind herself.

“Ah, Mrs. O’Neil. Right on time. Please remove your jacket and sit down,” Roundtree said without turning around. Elizabeth, nonplussed at the councilor’s brusqueness, sat, leaving her jacket as it was.

“You did watch all the orientation materials in preparation for this session, hmm?” Roundtree asked, but proceeded without waiting for an answer.

“Now for the training. First, some background. As you know, earlier this year the Senate overturned existing sexual harassment laws with a 75-25 vote along party lines.”

“You mean, 75 men voted for it and 25 women voted against it,” Elizabeth countered.

“Impressive knowledge, Mrs. O’Neil,” Roundtree said, turning towards Elizabeth. “Please remove your jacket now and undo your blouse, to show me your breasts.”

Elizabeth just cocked her head at the councilor.

“It’s kind of hot in here, isn’t it, Mrs. O’Neil?” Roundtree continued smoothly. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable if you at least unbuttoned your jacket a bit?”

That seemed to Elizabeth to be a strange twist of logic. But although the request was borderline, Elizabeth just wanted to be done with this charade, so she was willing to do whatever it took. So although Elizabeth intuited that Roundtree had something sinister in mind, she unbuttoned her jacket.

“Very good, Mrs. O’Neil. You have very large breasts. That’s wonderful. You’re very lucky. How does that make you feel?”

Elizabeth bared her teeth at Roundtree, but it was hardly a smile. “I’m proud of how fit I am and how firm my breasts are, but as a representative of the corporation, it’s not exactly your prerogative to mention my figure.”

Roundtree held up for a moment, nonplussed. “You definitely watched the indoctr… Training materials. Your camera showed appropriate reactions,” the councilor muttered under his breath. “Why don’t the overrides work?”

“As a corporate officer, I must insist that you unbutton your blouse and show me your breasts,” Roundtree blurted.

That was enough. Elizabeth stood up. “That’s none of your concern. None of this is the company’s business. In fact, I’ll be going now. I’ll consider this to be the completion of my sexual harassment training. I don’t care if what you’re doing isn’t illegal anymore – you won’t try it again on me or you’ll regret it.”

And with that, Elizabeth stepped out of Roundtree’s office without looking back. What was he thinking? Mind control didn’t work on her!

11:20 AM

Elizabeth was in the office of her superior, Jennifer Sanderson, and the two women were working together on some paperwork. Although she hadn’t said anything at the time, over the past few weeks Elizabeth had noticed that Jennifer had recently started wearing sexier clothes - skirts creeping above the knee, jackets unbuttoned and usually a sheer cammy underneath instead of a substantial blouse. “So why the new outfit? Changing things up?” Elizabeth asked.

“This?” Jennifer asked in reply. “I’m not really changing at all. I just want people to realize that I am more approachable than they think based on my reputation. And I want to be an example for the women of the office - that women can show off their femininity in the workplace while remaining professional.”

Elizabeth wasn’t completely convinced by her boss’s practiced rationalization, but let the subject go for now, and the two women returned to their administrative work. A few minutes later, Jennifer’s boss - Elizabeth's grandboss - Charles Graygoose, stuck his head in the door and without preamble looked straight at Jennifer and said "You're available at 11:30 for our one-on-one, right?"

"Of course, Charles. Always available for you," Jennifer replied promptly, in a light, musical lilt quite unlike her usual, more commanding tone of voice. Satisfied, Mr. Graygoose decisively nodded his approval and stepped back out, shutting the door behind him.

As soon as Graygoose was gone, Elizabeth burst out with a question for Jennifer: "Why are you letting him order you around? You're the head of a department, not his secretary!"

Calmly, Jennifer simply responded "Elizabeth, you know that collaboration and teamwork are our core values here. Particularly as female executives we must be role models and demonstrate an appropriate professional attitude for younger women to emulate.”

Then Jennifer sat back in her executive chair and fanned herself with a file folder from the desktop. “Phew. This is getting me worked up," and she surprised Elizabeth by undoing another button on her cammy, unconsciously showing not just more cleavage but also the edges of the sports bra that Jennifer had recently adopted to squeeze her boobs together to create all that luscious cleavage.

The two women worked in uncomfortable silence for a few more minutes before Jennifer exclaimed “Ooh! I’m going to be late to see Charles!” And she jumped up and practically dashed out the door, slowing only to shoot “You can finish up here without me, right, dear?” over her shoulder at Elizabeth.

Fuming, Elizabeth - having no other choice - continued to work on the files for a few minutes before realizing that she might as well be doing this in her own office. So Elizabeth gathered up the piles of papers and folders strewn across the desk, and made her way back to her own office.

Halfway there, though, Elizabeth passed an office in the senior executive section. Looking in the sidelight next to the door – a door bearing a substantial nameplate reading “Graygoose” - Elizabeth noticed two people standing face to face by the large executive-style desk. Unsurprisingly, one of them was Jennifer, standing close in front of Charles Graygoose.

Jennifer’s jacket and cammy had both been removed and thrown over Graygoose’s stylish executive chair. Elizabeth’s boss, a feminist icon within the company, was standing there wearing nothing but her push-up bra above the waist, and was showing off an expanse of pale, creamy flesh. That sports bra was doing a good job of creating impressive cleavage from Jennifer’s medium breasts, to Graygoose’s clear delight.

Graygoose, confident as befitted a senior executive, assuredly leaned in for an open-mouthed kiss. Elizabeth watched as Jennifer’s lips opened like a flower and she grasped her superior’s tie in order to hold his head down. The senior executive started making out aggressively with his subordinate, reaching around Jennifer’s voluptuous body to grope her curvy ass through her skirt. Jennifer’s frilly panties were already down around one ankle.

As Elizabeth watched – increasingly incredulously - Graygoose reluctantly stopped fondling Jennifer’s mature body in order to undo his belt. This allowed his trousers to fall to the office floor while his submissive subordinate watched. Jennifer’s eyes lit up when her boss’s impressive erection was revealed to her appreciative gaze.

Then, Graygoose turned the obedient Jennifer around to bend her over his well-appointed desk and flipped up Jennifer’s mini/midi skirt to reveal her thigh-high black stockings and bare, pneumatic ass. Pants still around ankles, Graygoose shuffled forward, kicked Jennifer’s kitten-heeled feet further apart, and in a single thrust buried his stiff prick to the hilt in Jennifer’s waiting pussy. Jennifer tilted her head back, cried out at the ceiling, and arched her back as her boss buried himself inside her.

"What happened to you, Jennifer?" Elizabeth asked quietly.

Inside the office, Graygoose wasn’t being gentle and treating Jennifer like a virgin, and was instead thrusting hard, penetrating Jennifer’s willing pussy deeply. And repeatedly. Jennifer turned her head to meet his eyes, speaking softly, clearly begging for him to continue to do her.

"You were my mentor, a strong professional woman.”

Still fucking relentlessly, Graygoose now had his hands all over Jennifer’s full, creamy buttocks and was kneading the soft lobes. Jennifer had collapsed over the desktop, open palms slapping frantically at the shiny surface of the tall walnut desk as she continued to take Graygoose’s hard fucking. Then Jennifer was yelling Graygoose’s name in passion as a wave of orgasm crashed through her curvy body.

“You taught me how to forge my own path as a woman in a man’s world.”

Graygoose was continuing to fondle Jennifer’s sexy body possessively while reaming her thoroughly. Now he was running his hands all over Jennifer’s sweaty flanks before reaching under her quaking torso to grasp Jennifer by her bra-clad tits. Graygoose used the leverage to lift Jennifer’s upper body off the surface of the desk. Jennifer braced her hands against the desk, and threw her head back, clearly shouting encouragement to her boss to keep ravishing her.

“Now your boss just has to ask and you spread your legs and let him mount you like a stallion.”

Jennifer was already bucking and writhing with a second orgasm. But her renewed climax just served to urge Graygoose on. As Elizabeth continued to watch, unable to look away, Graygoose gripped Jennifer by the hips and pushed his cock fully into Jennifer’s climaxing pussy. Elizabeth saw his buttocks flex and tighten in a series of rapid-fire spasms. He was clearly triumphantly celebrating the couple’s new relationship by flooding her receptive pussy with boss sperm.

Jennifer collapsed in a sweaty heap on the surface of the desk, spent.

As Elizabeth sadly turned and walked away, she concluded her thoughts. “I guess I'll have to take my career into my own hands. Good thing mind control doesn't work on me."

12:15 PM

Elizabeth was having lunch in the casually open, sun-splashed dining room of her favorite bistro. The dining room was almost like a greenhouse - the roof was glass, and plants were everywhere; framing the roof, climbing the walls, and standing between tables.

One thing Elizabeth particularly liked was that due to its location, the bistro was rarely crowded at lunch. Today, there were only a few tables occupied. Only one other customer was in her field of view, a tremendously beautiful, very young woman sitting alone in an open banquette near the corner of the large room, nursing an iced tea.

Unlike Elizabeth’s professional attire, the young woman was dressed to impress. Her firm young body and high, plump breasts were shown off to perfection with a tight, semi-transparent white blouse, a tiny, stretchy black miniskirt, and polished white shoes. The whole effect was finished off with tumbling waves of mahogany hair and meticulously applied makeup – carmine nail polish and salmon-pink lipstick, the latter carefully highlighted with maroon lip pencil.

Elizabeth then noticed the server re-enter the picture with two identical glasses on her tray. Coming up to the brunette’s isolated cubby, the young server set one of the glasses down. Elizabeth watched the two younger women converse, then the server pointed across the dining room in the general direction of the bar.

As the brunette took an inquisitive sip from the newly offered drink, the server then crossed the room to Elizabeth’s table and set down the other glass. “With the gentleman’s complements, ma’am,” the server said.

“Gentleman?”

“Yes, ma’am. At the bar. The taller gentleman,” and the server turned to point to the bar. At the bar two suited men were sitting on adjacent stools. One, short and bullet-headed, was frankly staring at the young woman’s table. While the other - tall, big-nosed, hair gone iron-gray - met Elizabeth’s inquisitive glance and raised his glass in toast.

Elizabeth took a sip of the proferred drink and noticed an astringent taste and some grit floating on the surface. Thinking quickly and decisively, Elizabeth switched hands and while theatrically taking a drink from her mimosa – as if to clear out the astringent taste of what was presumably a drug – Elizabeth poured the doped drink into the waist-high standing plant behind her table.

As she set her mimosa down, Elizabeth noticed that during the byplay with roofie and plant the brunette had finished her free drink, clearly never noticing the additions the older men had made. Elizabeth saw the shorter of the two men, unable to wait any longer, sidle over to the brunette’s banquette and sit next to her, murmuring an introduction.

As Elizabeth watched, whatever was in the drink – a quick worker – started to take effect on the younger woman and in response the brunette’s alertness began to visibly flag. At this point, the older, bald man sitting next to the brunette pulled out his phone and showed her the screen, which captured the distracted young woman’s attention. As the bemused coed focused on the screen, the bald man leaned in and began to whisper in her ear.

At this point, Elizabeth heard a deep voice from next to her say “Hi, I’m James.” While Elizabeth had been paying attention to the interplay at the younger woman’s table, the other man – the taller, graying one – has approached her table. “May I sit down?” he continued, and without further ado slid in on the same side where Elizabeth was seated. Expecting no resistance, the older man pushed Elizabeth somewhat aside.

“Did you enjoy the drink?” James asked leadingly.

Elizabeth realized that her drink switch had been effective and James hadn’t seen her dump the tainted glass out, so she decided to play along. “It was different. But when I got to the bottom the taste smoothed out.” She saw James’s eyes light up at the confirmation.

Then, in James’s jacket pocket, his phone made a strange, muted sound. “Damn thing,” he said absently. “It’s one of the new ones. They make too much noise but the screen is brilliant. Have you seen the like?” James asked, pulling it out and turning the screen to Elizabeth.

It showed a close-up of herself, taken from the phone’s own camera, before a few seconds later fading to an abstract, then segueing back to her face, and again, back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm.

Then Elizabeth smiled brightly and handed the phone back to James. “Nice unit. And thanks for not leading with a dick pic like the last three pick up artists.”

James’s mouth was literally hanging open in astonishment. “You… You didn’t… It didn’t… It.”

Elisabeth patted the back of the astounded older man’s hand. “No. I didn’t and it didn’t. Now I think you’d better. Leave, that is.”

Unable to deal with Elizabeth’s show of full independence, James slipped the phone back into his jacket pocket and slunk away.

Freed from the distasteful attentions of James, Elizabeth was free to watch the interplay happening back across the restaurant, where James’s bald friend was proceeding decidedly more successfully with the beautiful young thing than James had managed to with Elizabeth herself.

Already, the older man’s face was locked into a passionate kiss with the young brunette. One of her arms was wrapped around his upper body, her pale hand raking carmine fingernails passionately across his neck and shoulders. One of his hands was occupied groping a firm young breast, teasing and squeezing until the large nipple was stiff enough to be visible even to Elizabeth halfway across the room.

As the couple continued to sample each other’s tongues, Elizabeth could see the more experienced older man’s hand slide down the younger woman’s pretty body to stroke her smooth thighs and feminine hips before moving between her crossed knees. Elizabeth watched the older man’s knowing hand slide up his conquest’s inner thigh and under her miniskirt to sample her undoubtedly damp thong.

Although her face was still locked to the older man’s, the brunette’s lower body began to gently writhe in her seat. Her nipples were visibly as hard as bullets.

The swooning brunette’s unoccupied hand was moving unsteadily due to the older man’s rapid seduction – clenching and unclenching into a cute little fist - but it soon landed on her seducer’s khaki-clad upper thigh. Soon, almost unconsciously, the younger woman’s index finger began running up and down the stiff erection that was tenting her seducer’s pants.

After a few more minutes of snogging and fondling, the bald older man broke the kiss and the couple held their faces together in murmured conversation. Though their mouths had separated, the brunette’s beautiful brown eyes never left the older man’s gaze and her searching hand never left her seducer’s eager crotch.

Then the couple stood up to leave, the young woman looking adoringly up at her new boyfriend. A boyfriend who, Elizabeth noticed, was steering his conquest towards the doorway with a strong hand under her tiny miniskirt. The grinning bald man was happily stroking the smooth skin of the younger woman’s pert, tight ass – as revealed by her tiny thong.

Elizabeth thought snarkily that, by the looks of it, the brunette was going to be eagerly naked and on her back before the older man could even lead her all the way from his front door to his bedroom.

More seriously, Elizabeth also thought how fortunate it was that mind control didn’t work on her or she’d be in James’s BMW by now on her way back to his place.

12:50 PM

Walking back to her Audi A4 through the parking structure that served the bistro, Elizabeth noticed a van at the end of the otherwise empty row of spaces where her car was parked. As Elizabeth passed the van, a man appearing to be a package delivery person, with an electronic tablet in one hand, stepped around the van to stand in front of her. “Mrs. O’Neil?” the man asked a surprised Elizabeth.

“Yes, that’s me,” Elizabeth answered, too mentally off-balance to lie.

“Then this is for you,” the man said simply, and raised the other hand, the one without the tablet. A fine aerosol mist covered Elizabeth’s face, with a pungent smell of astringent chemicals and something that smelled like cilantro.

“Who are you? What was that?” Elizabeth asked, confused.

“Just doing my job, ma’am,” the man replied, grasping Elizabeth by the elbow and steering her to the open door of the van where two other similarly dressed men were waiting to gently but firmly pick her up and escort her inside.

Once there, as the original man started the van and drove off, while the others tied her down to her seat. Then the two men in the main cabin quickly began to work as a team, one calling out drugs and dosages, and the other using hypos to shoot Elizabeth up with a cocktail of drugs. As the process went on for a few minutes, Elizabeth felt the drugs begin to have an effect, but it was muted, kind of like being buzzed on mimosas.

The needle man then clapped headphones on Elizabeth. The phones were playing what sounded like an ASMR recording. Tipsy, Elizabeth recognized the voice droning into her ear but couldn’t quite place it.

What soon became very clear to Elizabeth was that the recording certainly spent a lot of time giving lovingly detailed of descriptions of things that the older-sounding man doing the dictating was going to do to her breasts. He certainly had a lot of terms for them (sweater puppies, boobies, pillows) – and a lot of ways to appreciate them (squeezing, sucking, licking, fondling, suckling, groping). He was very certain about how Elizabeth’s breasts were rightly his property, and how it was only right that she should freely show them off to him, and offer them up for him to lick and suck. Particularly her tight, perky, stiff pink nipples. He seemed to particularly like nipples.

Presumably, the drugs were supposed to have put Elizabeth into a suggestible mood, so the droning voice of the older man would work almost hypnotically to plant his thoughts – especially the thoughts about her boobs – into her own subconscious. Instead, in Elizabeth’s half-blitzed state, the absurdity of the whole process almost made her giggle.

Mere minutes later, the van pulled up in a different parking structure. The two men in the van with Elizabeth bundled her out and started frog-walking her towards the exit, the driver walking ahead of them as if to make the group seem more official. They proceeded along an open, roofed passageway which led to the back of a multi-story office building. And the group then entered the office building though the basement entrance.

As the group pulled up at a bank of elevators, Elizabeth recognized the logo of one of her company’s competitors. Sure enough, the men took Elizabeth to an upper floor and decanted her into the office of a man she knew by sight. The office’s owner was Clark Bowie, a senior executive. Bowie – aging, balding, expensive suit - was seated behind his desk, and standing around his office were two unmemorable subordinates, professionally suited just like Bowie himself.

Also in the room was another woman, who Elizabeth recognized as working for another, different competitor than Bowie and his flunkies. Elizabeth had seen the woman at conferences – she was roughly speaking Elizabeth’s peer, doing a vaguely similar job for her company as Elizabeth did for hers.

The other woman was younger than Elizabeth but with the same coloring, and was wearing a crimson blouse and hip-hugging black pencil skirt. Also, she was spectacularly beautiful, more slender than Elizabeth but with a high, full bustline and long, very dark auburn hair.

One of the suited men – some kind of executive, Elizabeth couldn’t tell which – said to Bowie "We decided to give you something different for your birthday this year, sir. You’ve often mentioned seeing fillies like these two across a conference table and imagining what they’d look like naked?"

“I have indeed, Cassidy.”

“Which one first, sir?”

“Choices, choices… Yes. That one. No. The younger one.”

“Very good choice, sir. Strip, Miss Noland. Melissa, isn’t it?”.

“Excuse me?” Melissa spluttered.

“Undress for Mr. Bowie, Miss Noland. Now.”

“What?”

“Show me your pretty little body, Melissa,” Bowie chimed in from behind his desk.

Melissa’s face was clearly unsure about all that was happening, but her hands not so much. First unbuttoning and discarding her blouse, then unfastening her skirt and lowering it down her flaring hips, Melissa quickly stripped down to black bra and panties.

“Very nice, Melissa,” Bowie leered. “Especially your tits. I mean, I’d imagined them, but...”

Elizabeth had to agree that the younger woman’s breasts were impressive. Probably her best feature. Her lacy lilac bra was undersized, so it showed off her prominent breasts to full effect. Full and firm, they filled the pale purple bra nicely, nipples clearly visible through the sheer fabric.

“Yes, Miss Noland, they’re quite beautiful,” one of the flunkies chipped in. “Now lose the bra and show the boss the merchandise.”

Melissa, no longer unsure, removed her bra and presented her bare boobs to Mr. Bowie, coquettishly asking “Do you like what you see, sir?” All the while cupping and stroking her firm, high mounds and tweaking her big, pale areolae until the nipples stood up stiff and erect.

“Do you like my big tits?” Melissa continued flirting, focused directly on Bowie himself. The whole time Melissa was lovingly squeezing her firm breasts and tweaking her sensitive nipples until she sighed with self-inflicted pleasure.

“Veeeeeeeeeeery nice, Melissa,” Bowie answered smoothly.

“Anything else, miss? To show Mr. Bowie?” the other suited executive chipped in.

“You mean my pussy? My tight little pussy? It’s all for you, sir. And it’s so hot and wet right now, I think I’ve soaked through my panties!” But when Melissa slipped one hand into the front of her panties as if to demonstrate, she surprised everyone in the room – including herself - when her hips bucked and twitched in a cute little orgasm as soon as she touched her clittie. “Ooh,” Melissa sighed, a stunned look on her pretty face.

“Excellent, Cassidy. You’ve outdone yourself!” Bowie whooped triumphantly.

“Thanks, sir. Now for dessert, we know that Mrs. O’Neil here has also caught your fancy. Lose the clothes, honey,” one of the standing executives said, and the men all tore their eyes from the twitching, barely clothed Melissa to fix their greedy gazes on Elizabeth.

“Mmmm. This has been fun, but I think this is where I get off the bus,” Elizabeth replied to the shock of the men in the office. “Some women take more seducing than a face full of Novocaine and a relaxation tape.”

Elizabeth turned to Melissa. “By the way, sweetheart,” she said with a hint of malice, “I hope your titties don’t bruise easily, because from the sound of that tape our boy Bowie here is going to spend a lot of time with them today.”

Elizabeth was holding the full attention of all the men in the room. Only Melissa wasn’t staring at Elizabeth. And that was because the barely-clothed young beauty was looking down at her own lower body, trying to keep the hand down in her panties from setting off another shuddering orgasm.

“Gotta go now, Clark. Looking forward to seeing you at the negotiating table and finding out if you’ve learned to relate to women as people,” Elizabeth said to the dumbfounded man behind the desk, as she turned to go.

As Elizabeth strode away to the elevators, the effect of total silence in the room was slightly spoiled by Melissa’s continued tiny sighs. “Why were they expecting more?”, Elizabeth wondered to herself as the elevator doors closed. “Mind control doesn't work on everybody!”

2:45 PM

Chester Fenwick, the head of HR, stopped Elizabeth in the doorway on their way out of a meeting. “Hey, Liz. I hear your son is doing well. Don’t pass this on – but rumor has it his supervisor gave him top scores and recommended a raise.”

“Thanks. That’s very good news.”

“I admit, I was worried when you recommended him to me. His studies seemed too specialized to fit with what we do here, so I had my doubts. But he convinced me during the phone screen to give him a shot, and I know he has a good bloodline so, somewhat against my better judgment, I approved a full interview. And the rest is history.”

“Really, Chet? I never knew.”

“Yeah, as impressive as Shaun was in the screen, I didn’t think he’d get past the IT management group. But that old harridan Summers and that pederast Hanrahan seem to love him. I still don’t know what he does, but they give him full marks for it.”

3:30 PM

Elizabeth and Anya Smith were working together in a conference room in companionable silence. After a few minutes, Fred Halwick, the sexist prick who had accosted the two of them in the morning, stuck his head in the door.

“Sorry about this morning, I think I figured out what’s wrong,” Halwick butted into their privacy without waiting for the women to object. “Does one of you horny little nympho sluts want to give a man a good blowjob?"

Doubly angry at the further presumption, Elizabeth closed her eyes for a moment and pinched the bridge of her nose, collecting her thoughts. After a moment, she looked up at Halwick and began to lay into him – “You sexist prick! You came back! To try that shit again! You… You…”

As Elizabeth trailed off into frustrated sputtering, she heard Anya’s voice. While Elizabeth had been distracted, the darker-skinned woman had gotten up from her seat and was now standing near the grinning Halwick.

"Um, Liz, maybe we were too tough on him this morning,” Anya placated. “It's perfectly OK for a professional woman to enjoy oral sex. To kneel down in front of a man and show his big cock some love while rubbing her little clit till it screams.”

At that, Anya shook her head as if to clear it and looked quizzically at Halwick. “What am I saying?" she asked.

Still smiling, Halwick stepped forward and put an arm around Anya’s jacketed shoulders. "Just what all you babes are thinking, darling," the smug executive said, and began to lead Anya out of the room. As Halwick steered the suddenly compliant dark-skinned woman toward the door, his free hand was already familiarly undoing the buttons of Anya’s jacket.

Elizabeth was speechless at this betrayal. Not only had Anya gone off alone with a man, she’d left Elizabeth stuck with all the work the two had been doing. Seething, Elizabeth laid into two people’s work, slamming papers and folders from one pile to another.

Ten minutes later, briefcase bulging with paperwork, Elizabeth emerged into the hallway.

From the doorway, Elizabeth could see, in the conference room directly opposite, Anya Smith, a smart, professional career woman, kneeling obediently in front of Halwick. The male executive had his pants around his ankles.

Anya was looking lovingly up into Halwick’s eyes as he stroked her carefully straightened hair. Anya had her full lips wrapped around the head of Halwick’s stiff prick and was giving him gentle, careful, loving oral sex. Her jacket and blouse were completely unbuttoned. They flapped open, revealing Anya’s rose-pink bra and a swath of smooth, dark caramel skin.

Elizabeth had never seen someone illustrate “submissive” as clearly as Anya was right now.

Worse, Anya’s hand that was not occupied by being wrapped around the base of Halwick’s erect cock was under her skirt, inside her pink panties, frenetically frigging her clit. Even as Elizabeth watched in shock, the kneeling woman closed her eyes and her pretty body shook fetchingly with a submissive orgasm. Anya’s lips were still tightly fastened around the arrogantly grinning executive’s cock, clearly giving him an extra thrill as they transmitted her moans directly to his stiff flesh by touch.

Recovering from her climax, Anya focused on Halwick’s cock, running her hands up and down his flanks and over his hips. Lips active and tongue darting, the kneeling Anya was giving full attention to the lasciviously grinning Halwick’s pleasure.

Very soon, Halwick threw his head back and his cock, right hand wrapped around the base, began to spasm.

The first shot went straight into Anya’s mouth, her coral lips wrapped around the base of Halwick’s cockhead. From the second spurt, though, Halwick popped his cock out to shoot again and again over Anya’s full lips and dimpled chin, the last spurt even falling in the ends of the dark-skinned woman’s carefully straightened hair.

The smug executive had launched enough semen that some had even dripped down from Anya’s chin onto her full chest. Elizabeth was temporarily fascinated by the contrast between the thick, pale pearly semen and the caramel expanse of titflesh exposed by Anya’s sexy bra.

Walking away shaking her head, Elizabeth couldn’t understand how some women always fall for such simple tricks when mind control didn’t even affect her at all.

5:45 PM

After a trying day, Elizabeth got home a little late and so found herself rushing to her bedroom to undress, slowing down only to drop off her laptop on the kitchen table on the way by. Even as she was double-timing down the hallway, Elizabeth was reaching back and up between her shoulder blades for the zipper of her clingy sheath midi-dress. Just as she’d gotten the zip down and was wriggling out of the figure-hugging garment, Elizabeth heard a female voice somewhere down the hallway cry “Oh yes, yes, YES! Fuck yes!”

When she was done slipping out of the dress, Elizabeth, now dressed for around the house – in the fashion that Shaun preferred - in a somewhat revealing and very feminine bra and panty set, heard the woman’s voice again. “Oh, Shaun! Oooooooh. That feels good!”

Elizabeth threw the dress in the laundry bin for the night’s washing. Then curiosity overcame her domestic instincts and she walked out into the hallway. The woman’s voice, clearly, was coming from Shaun’s room. Elizabeth walked slowly down the hall to where Shaun’s door was wide open, as it usually was. After all, he had nothing to hide.

As Elizabeth got to the open door, the voice piped up again, “Oh no! Not again! Aaaaaaaaah!”

Inside, as Elizabeth had expected, her studly young son was lying on his bed. On his back. Completely naked. His hands were clasped behind his head. He had a satisfied smile on his young face.

Shaun was being ridden by a beautiful - and equally naked - MILF. Elizabeth recognized the older woman as Diane Court, the mother of a girl Shaun had dated for a while in college. Elizabeth remembered that the woman hadn’t liked Shaun much and had been highly negative about Shaun’s relationship with her daughter.

Shaun had apparently reached out to her to repair and rebuild their relationship. He’d done that quite a lot since leaving college. Professors, teachers, parents of classmates and friends – mostly women, now that Elizabeth thought about it. Shaun just wanted to be liked, and was aggressive about reconciling with people. And his great people skills made him really effective at getting people to like him.

He was certainly reconciling effectively with Mrs. Court right now!

Elizabeth watched, fascinated by the erotic sight. Elizabeth was familiar with Shaun’s encounters with the girls he brought home, and the older woman was about the sexiest of Shaun’s conquests that she’d seen yet.

The shapely Mrs. Court was bouncing sensually up and down, taking Shaun’s impressive cock fully into her mature pussy. The experienced MILF’s vaginal lips were gripping the thick root of Shaun’s virile shaft. Mrs. Court was clearly much more comfortable taking the whole big thing than her daughter and her friends had been. The curvaceous older woman’s impressive breasts were flopping and jiggling from her efforts, and her upper body was shining with sweat.

Elizabeth’s nipples tightened to full stiffness as she took in the erotic sight.

The curvy MILF impaling herself on top of Shaun was leaning forward now, positioning herself so that on every bounce on Shaun’s cock, her clitoris impacted Shaun’s hairy pubic mound. And so that her big, quivering tits were available for him to handle. Even as Elizabeth watched, the older woman’s moans intensified and she shook and shuddered through a full-body orgasm.

Knowing from past history that Shaun was far from done with Mrs. Court, Elizabeth went back to her own room and started collecting the past day’s clothes and bedsheets for the laundry. As renewed moans and cries began to come from Shaun’s room, Elizabeth added the bra and panties she was wearing to the pile of washing. Then she slipped easily into a sheer, pink babydoll nightie that did nothing to hide her stiff nipples or trimmed bush, which was a look that Shaun liked very much.

Elizabeth put the laundry in the washer on “delicate” to the accompaniment of Mrs’ Court’s exclamations of “Oh, Shaun!” and “Oh, God!” and simply “Oh!”

Chores done for now, Elizabeth returned to Shaun’s doorway to watch the show. Mrs. Court was riding Shaun again, now facing away from him, leaning forward and bracing her hands on his knees. Shaun was running his own hands possessively over the smooth skin of the older woman’s lower back, hips, and ass.

Even as Elizabeth watched, the MILF started rocking faster and faster on Shaun’s cock, her moans correspondingly increasing in intensity. Surprisingly quickly, Mrs. Court’s whole body was bucking and shaking as orgasmic waves again consumed her.

Elizabeth knew exactly what the Shaun-besotted MILF was going to need pretty soon, and returned to the kitchen. Once there, she poured a tall orange juice and prepared a damp, warm hand towel. No sooner had Elizabeth gotten those things ready, the voluptuous MILF appeared in the kitchen doorway, looking thoroughly fucked.

Mrs. Court’s hair was sweaty and tousled, her face and neck were flushed, her massive boobs showed fingerprints and love bites, her long legs were quivering, there was a clear handprint across her curvy ass from where Shaun had magisterially sent her down the hallway, and there was semen leaking from her reddened pussy lips onto the tops of her inner thighs. The MILF was surprised to see Elizabeth in the kitchen, and pulled up short in the doorway "Oh! I..."

With practiced kindness, Elizabeth went over to the naked older woman and handed her the orange juice. "Hush, honey, drink this. Don't try to talk. You've just been fucked silly."

After the MILF obediently drained the OJ, she handed the glass back to Elizabeth, "Thanks. It’s…” but then the older woman’s eyes widened. “Oh. I'm dripping." With a kind smile, Elizabeth replaced the glass in Mrs. Court’s obedient hand with the warm, damp towel and guided it down between the older woman’s shaky legs. "Ooh. That's better." the MILF said, clearly only up to using simple words.

Elizabeth fetched the MILF a body builder’s recovery bar and steered her to sit at the kitchen table while opening the package for her. "Take this, hun. You're going to need the protein to recover." The MILF dutifully picked the tiny brick up with one trembling hand and took a bite, the other hand still busy swabbing the towel between her legs.

But before the MILF could eat more than that one bite, an imperious young male voice echoed from down the hallway, "Mom! Send the slut back here! You can watch us again - I know you like to."

Elizabeth didn’t even need to do anything. At the sound of Shaun's voice, the MILF instinctively responded to the note of command in his tone and was already on her way, pausing only to leave the slightly used towel on the kitchen table.

"Ask him to come in your mouth this time, dear - you need the protein!" Elizabeth called out to the MILF's retreating back. Shaun’s handprint was clear on Mrs. Court’s curvy ass as the older woman disappeared into the dimness of the hallway.

As soon as Mrs. Court disappeared into the younger man’s bedroom, Elizabeth heard a new cry “Oh! Shaun! Yes! Lick me right there!”

To the accompaniment of faint sounds of passion from up the hallway, Elizabeth prepared dinner. She knew from experience that when Shaun had a girl over for the afternoon, he was going to need two things from his dinner – something substantial and hearty, and something that will keep in the oven indefinitely. So she plated up a big slab of leftover lasagna and put it in the oven, on the lowest setting. For herself, she prepared a quick, healthy salad of baby arugula and chicken – a girl has to always watch her weight, after all.

After she finished her light supper and cleaned the dishes, Elizabeth went back to stand in the doorway of Shaun’s room, where the tireless young man was still enthusiastically plowing the submissive MILF. The couple was in the missionary position this time, the older woman looking up at Shaun in awe as he drilled her into his mattress.

“Ooh. Come in my mouth. Please let me suck you,” the MILF babbled, looking Shaun right in the eye.

“Not this time,” Shaun grunted decisively as he stiffened, obviously filling Mrs. Court’s mature pussy with young semen again. “Mmmmm.” Shaun groaned. “I’ve been dreaming about doing this for three years.”

At the hot sensation of Shaun’s sperm splashing against the very gates of her womb, Mrs. Court gasped. Then Elizabeth saw the older woman’s legs shake uncontrollably on either side of Shaun’s hips as the stimulation deep inside the mature woman’s pussy carried her helplessly over the edge into one final, powerful orgasm.

10:45 PM

Elizabeth turned in for the night, naked and alone in the master bed. As Elizabeth was drifting off, she felt the bedsprings stir and she felt a rough hand reach across her body to possessively squeeze one soft breast. Then Elizabeth felt a familiar big, semi-hard cock squeezing between her butt cheeks.

Elizabeth realized that Shaun must have joined her for his common late-night mother-fuck. Which was only appropriate, as her body would always be available for Shaun to look at. Or to touch. Or to use however he might like.

Obedient to a mere nudge from her masterful son, Elizabeth rolled onto her back to give Shaun better access to her body. Elizabeth thrust her full breasts up welcomingly as Shaun licked, sucked, squeezed, and tweaked her sensitive mounds and big, stiff nipples the same way she’d watched him do to the MILF earlier. Soon, Elizabeth was eagerly spreading her legs to show Shaun her dripping pussy. Ready for anything.

Soon, now on her back, Elizabeth looked up into Shaun’s possessive eyes as he loomed dominantly over her. As Elizabeth felt the familiar sensation of being penetrated, of Shaun’s big cock spreading her inner muscles in the wonderfully pleasurable way it always did, Elizabeth reflected on how lucky she was to have this life.

Elizabeth was so glad that she had listened to Shaun when he suggested this new arrangement, right after he came home from college. He’d learned so much there, and he seemed to know instinctively what she really wanted. And he had mastered the right arguments to convince her to do what had turned out to be so perfect for both of them.

And it was all because – thanks to Shaun - mind control didn’t work on her anymore.