Secretarial Duties 3 - Conditioning Patricia - Sex Stories

Secretarial Duties 3 - Conditioning Patricia

... from Johnson. “Sit here and listen to my voice.” He guided her to a padded leather straight-back chair next to a small table. “Just relax, dear. Listen to me. Shut out everything but my voice. Relax.” Even though he used a term of endearment, he still sounded totally indifferent, as if he used it simply so he didn't have to remember her name. “I want you to count backwards from one-hundred. As you count, you're going to let yourself go to sl**p. Count with me, now.” “One hundred. You're very relaxed, very comfortable.” Schmidt's voice was intimate, firm. “One hundred.” Patricia felt excited, but very pleased with herself. “Ninety-nine. You feel very sl**py. You hear only my voice. Relax and go to sl**p.” Schmidt's voice was so engaging, so comforting... “Ninety-nine.” Patricia felt happy. Warm and cozy. This was nice. “Ninety-eight. You're very comfortable, very relaxed.” “Ninety...eight.” It was a little hard to think, but Patricia felt so good. “Ninety-seven. Listen to my voice. Shut out everything else.” “Niny seben.” Patricia didn't really want to speak, but she didn't want to disappoint Dr. Schmidt. “Ninety-six. Go to sl**p.” “Nannee sex.” Patricia felt so completely relaxed that it was just too hard to articulate. “Ninety-five. Let yourself go deeper and deeper.” … “Zero. You're completely awake.” Patricia opened her eyes, feeling fresh and alert. She was a little chilly, so that her nipples were erect. She rubbed them between her fingers, which felt really nice. She ...

... didn't remember undressing, but she was completely naked except for her Wolford stay-ups and the strappy Via Spiga shoes. She drew her legs up, folding them under her. The leather felt good against her bare skin and stocking-covered feet. Playing with her nipples was causing her pussy to grow moist. Patricia put one hand into her crotch and began gently rubbing her clit. Looking around, Patricia realized she was in the conference room adjacent to Mr. Johnson's office and that her clothes were folded neatly on the conference room table. Further, there were more people in the room, seated along the far wall. She spread her legs, liking the idea that she was being watched, that these strangers liked watching her. She thought the black lacy tops of her stockings looked very sexy against the pale, smooth skin of her thighs. She hoped her audience thought the same. Odd. She couldn't see their faces. When she looked any of them directly in the face, all she saw was a blur; she couldn't make out any countenance. It was a little creepy, actually. Somehow, she knew it was so her audience remained anonymous, which was exciting to her. She pinched her nipples, already hard and erect. “Very good, dear. Just enjoy yourself. Johnson, bring it in. She's ready, now.” This last, Schmidt directed towards the open door to the office. Patricia kept playing with her left nipple, while her right hand was teasing her increasingly wet pussy and clit. She had one leg straddled around each arm of the ...