*Prologue*
My name is Allison, and I work on an estate in Florida. My title is head housekeeper, but I'm really just a glorified maid, managing a staff of three other women. The master of the estate, Mr. Zachary White, is an executive at a computer company. He is in his mid forties, a little over six feet, well built and in pretty good shape. The mistress, June White, is a trophy wife, and proud of it. She is about fifteen years younger than Mr. White, just thirty, and she works hard at keeping herself in shape, and a good shape it is. She is 5' 10", thin and blonde with boobs that are fake, but well done.
Mr. White is a good boss, treating us as employees, and valued ones at that. Mrs. White, on the other hand, treats us as servants. When things don't go her way, she explodes and berates whoever is closest. She is a bitch to work for, but the pay is good and when she gets really bad, we'll often get a nice combat bonus from Mr. White. It's funny, because Mr. White is a very nice person, a high powered executive, but he seems to have a weak spot for Mrs. White, putting up with all her peccadilloes. And peccadillo is the right word for it.
Besides treating her staff like shit and spending a lot of his money, Mrs. White is not particularly faithful. She doesn't flaunt it to him, but you can't keep secrets from the household staff, and she did talk about it with her close friends. There was the tennis pro, the golf caddy and numerous short term liaisons. I felt bad for Mr. White, because he was a nice guy, and as far as I could tell, he was quite faithful to her.
So that was the way things were, until my best friend from high school moved back to town. While I had graduated high school and gone into the service industry, she had gone on to college and become a therapist. She had recently returned and we had renewed our friendship.
I was lying in bed, panting, as she gave me a final lick and moved up my body to kiss my mouth. "I've never had a tastier pussy then yours," she told me, passing some of the taste to me in a deep kiss. We snuggled for a long time, catching up on our lives.
While I tried not to reveal too much about my situation (I do believe in discretion about my employer's affairs), her fingers tickling my nipples and clit made me spill more than I wanted to. That, plus the fact that Mrs. White had berated me just this morning over the stupidest thing made it easy for her to get me to vent my frustration.
"How would you like her to be nicer to you?" Maria asked.
"That would be heaven!" I exclaimed. "I'd like to see her groveling to me for a change!"
Maria had a gleam in her eye as she asked, "Really?"
"Sure!" I responded.
"I can do that," she said.
"Do what?" I asked, confused.
"I can change her, make her nicer," she said. "One of the areas that I specialized in was hypnotherapy. I can change her personality in little ways that might make your life easier."
"I don't know," I said skeptically. On the one hand, I didn't want to be messing in my work life. On the other hand, she was such a bitch; any change to that would be nice.
"How are you going to get her to agree to be hypnotized?" I asked.
"I can give you a pill," Maria explained. "Give it to her when she is about to do some relaxing activity, and it will relax her even further, open her up, and it will make her very susceptible to hypnotism."
I wasn't sure about it, but I agreed to give it some thought. By then, her fingers had gotten to me, and I pushed her onto her back and took one of her brown nipples into my mouth as I buried a few fingers into her hot pussy. In just a few moments, we were both too busy to think about my boss.
*Week 1*
Later in the week, after witnessing Mrs. White spend fifteen minutes screaming at Renee, one of the maids that I was in charge of, I picked up the phone and left a message on Maria's machine. "If you can do something to make her easier to work for, I would do anything for you!" Thinking about that for a second, I got a little grin on my face and continued, "In fact, come over tomorrow afternoon and I'll put a down payment on that promise!"
Maria called my back and agreed to my terms. The next day, she came over and I spent thirty minutes worshiping her body with my tongue. When she was satisfied, she asked, "When will you be able to arrange for this?"
"That's why I called you over today," I explained. "On Thursdays she has her tennis lesson, and she comes home tired, satisfied and full of the tennis pro's cum. She usually slips into the hot tub and lazes around for a while. That would be the best time to slip her the pill."
"That would be perfect," Maria agreed. "You have to understand, however, that this won't be a one time thing."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, you can't just tell someone, 'Be nicer'," she explained. "You have to change their personality subtly, over time, so that they will accept their new behavior as their own."
"Oh," I responded, a little dejectedly.
"On the bright side," Maria said, "I'll have to come over here about once a week to reinforce her instructions and give her new ones. You can pay me on an installment plan. Now I'm ready for my next payment, and I want it in the form of your pussy juice!"
"You can't have me now!" I said, giggling. "Mrs. White will be home shortly and I need to be there to give her the pill. If you give it to me, I'll come back and get you after she's taken it."
Maria gave me the pill, and I glanced back at her, stretched naked across my bed, her brown skin glistening with sweat, a satisfied smile on her face. I left the room, regretfully, and headed downstairs to await the mistress' arrival.
She arrived home just a few minutes later, dressed in a short white tennis skirt. I shook my head as I saw the dried cum on her thighs. Mr. White deserved better than this. I got her buzz just a few minutes later and I took her spiked drink out to her in the hot tub.
I went back to Maria, fuming. "I can't believe what she does to him!" I exclaimed.
"To whom?" Maria inquired.
"Her husband," I explained. "He treats her well, he gives her everything that she wants, and she comes home with someone else's cum on her thighs. It drives me crazy!"
"So you'd like to see her treat him better?" she asked with a thoughtful expression on her face.
"He deserves better!" I said. "He's the nicest boss, and she does this behind his back! If it weren't for him, I'd quit in a second! Actually, if it weren't for him, I'm sure I'd be fired. He's on a business trip now, but he made this rule that Mrs. White couldn't fire anyone while he was gone. If he didn't intervene, she would have fired me long ago over some little perceived slight."
"How long is he gone for?" Maria asked.
"He'll be gone another week," I told her. "It's the worst when he's gone, because we don't have his calming influence around here. She becomes a holy terror."
"I have an idea," Maria told me. "If I do this, however, she will most likely get far worse over the next week. You will just have to keep in mind that it will be better in the long term."
"I can put up with almost anything for a week if it will make my life better later," I agreed.
"Then come on," Maria said. "Where is she?"
"In the hot tub," I responded.
"Great, let me borrow a bathing suit and I'll join her!" Maria exclaimed.
"She won't let you do that!" I said. "Soak with a friend of the help? No way!"
"Don't worry, the pill will have relaxed her," she said. She stood up and stretched sexily, then slipped into the bikini that I provided.
We walked back to the hot tub, and I could see that Mrs. White was practically asleep. Maria walked up to her and said, "Hi June, I'm Maria, a friend of Ally's. Mind if I join you?"
"OK," Mrs. White mumbled. I was shocked that she had agreed.
"You go sit over there," Maria told me, indicating a chair across the patio, as she slipped in next to Mrs. White.
Maria sat close to Mrs. White and started whispering to her. I saw Mrs. White nodding, and whispering back. I sat there on pins needles, waiting for her to finish up. Finally, she waved me over.
"Thanks for introducing me to June," Maria told me as she stood up. "She was lovely to talk to."
"Oh June," she said, turning to address my boss, "I find that it is much more relaxing to soak in the buff. You should try it sometime."
"OK," Mrs. White replied.
Then my jaw dropped as Mrs. White stood up and pulled her bikini top off, then pushed down her bottoms and threw the two items next to the hot tub. Mrs. White might have been promiscuous and enjoyed showing off her tight body in even tighter clothes, but she wasn't an exhibitionist. I saw her in lots of skimpy clothes, but I had never seen her naked before. I stared at her body, mesmerized. Her naked tits might have been fake, but they had been done by the best. They stood proudly and firmly on her, perfect C cups, tipped with the pinkest nipples. She always sunbathed in her suit, so the white triangles it made framed her nipples perfectly. Ditto her completely shaved pussy. The white triangle between her hips pointed right to pink perfect lips. If I didn't know what a complete bitch she was, I would want her body bad.
Mrs. White sat back down in the hot tub, hiding her body from me. "See you another time, June," Maria said, taking my hand and leading me back to my room.
"What did you do to her?" I asked.
"Oh, just a few minor suggestions and one interesting subconscious command," she told me.
"Aren't you going to tell me?" I asked, amazed.
"Only what you need to know, my sweet," she said. "Let's just say that she is going to find her extracurricular activities very frustrating from now on. When is her husband going to be home?"
