Secretarial Duties 3 - Conditioning Patricia - Sex Stories

Secretarial Duties 3 - Conditioning Patricia

... and his friends fuck her and he must know she would willingly fuck them all again. “Ms. Winegarden. They're expecting you. Go right in.” Mr. Johnson's assistant looked up as she entered the foyer. Patricia thought, “'They're?' Hmmm. What could this be?” as she entered Mr. Johnson's lushly appointed office. “Ah, Patricia. Thanks for coming. I want you to call your assistant and have him clear your schedule today.” Mr. Johnson rose from his chair. There was another man, thin, moderately tall, with gray hear, standing at the window with his back to her. “Yes, sir, Mr. Johnson. Please, what's this about?” Even as she asked the question, she texted Ted with the request to clear her schedule. Fortunately, it was already essentially empty. Unfortunately, this meant that the reports would have to wait. Even before she put her phone away, Ted replied, asking what to do with her coffee. She smiled. “Patricia, I don't think you've been introduced to Dr. Schmidt. Dr. Schmidt, Patricia.” The thin man turned and stepped forward. She had met Dr. Schmidt previously – at the orgy! Dr. Schmidt was the Undertaker! “Patricia. How are you?” Dr. Schmidt's tone was indifferent, the words were a mere formality. “I'm fine, thank you.” Patricia was a bit flustered at this unexpected encounter. She smoothed her skirt nervously. What was going on? Surely not an orgy here, now! “Patricia, we enjoyed using you. And you enjoyed being used, didn't you?” Mr. Johnson faced her, standing intimidatingly ...

... close, while Dr. Schmidt watched her face carefully. “Yes, sir.” Being this close to Mr. Johnson was causing Patricia to flush; she could feel her pulse speeding up. While she might dominate Barry and her husband Bill, these two men made her want desperately to please them. She turned her gaze to the floor and again smoothed her skirt. “You want us to use you again, don't you, Patricia?” Johnson put his hands on her shoulders, peering into her down-turned face. “Yes, sir.” Patricia's soft answer was loud in the tomb-quiet room. “And you want to please us as much as possible, don't you, Patricia?” He lifted her chin with one hand, forcing her to look at him. Dr. Schmidt's interest was obvious. Patricia was breathing hard. She was excited beyond all reason. “Yes, sir.” Quietly, but nonetheless clearly audible. “We can help you do that, Patricia. Are you willing?” Johnson looked directly into her eyes. She returned his gaze, losing herself in his icy blue stare. “Yes. Sir. Whatever you want.” u*********sly, she straightened her shoulders, making her chest more prominent. Dr. Schmidt stepped forward. “Patricia, I'm going to hypnotize you. I'm going to help you relax, to enjoy pleasing us on a deeper, more profound level than you ever imagined. “Hypnosis merely enhances your suggestiveness. I won't be able to make you do anything you don't want to do. Do you understand that?” Still facing Mr. Johnson, Patricia softly said, “Yes, sir.” “Look at me, Patricia.” Dr. Schmidt drew her away ...