"Yes, sir," May responded from deep within her trance.
Miss Davenshaw gasped in fear and anger as her hypnotized PA approached her.
"Don't resist slave," Edmund's voice pulsed slowly through her skull. "You will enjoy this because you will find it feels good. You will enjoy it even more because you know it pleases me."
"Yes, Master." Miss Davenshaw gasped.
Slowly, gently, caressingly, May brushed her face. Miss Davenshaw shuddered in arousal. She'd never been into girls much though she'd done a little 'experimenting' at university. This, however, was no comparison. As May undid her jacket her tongue teased Miss Davenshaw's lips, probing for a way past her defences. May moved her hands up and inside her blouse causing waves of half welcome pleasure to pulse through her body.
Actually, May was more than welcome. It was the fact that he was there like some perverted voyeur watching what should be an intimate moment between two women that prevented the flames of anger from being wholly subsumed by this new fire of desire. Although as she watched him, she couldn't help feeling that, no...no...yes, he was arousing her too. Hating herself for it she admitted deep inside that somehow he was turning her on. The growing smile on his lips pleased her despite herself. Was she pleased now that she was pleasing him? Please,no.
As these thoughts occupied her increasingly subdued mind, May's kisses finally found a breach in her defences. She found herself kissing back passionately. That was apparently one part of her body that with the right stimulation could break the spell she was under. May undid the strap on her bra and began teasing her nipples as Miss Davenshaw moaned in pleasure. She began giving herself more and more to this pleasure; forgetting even who was watching. She began to forget even her anger at this male intrusion into their intimacy.
"On your knees May," Edmund commanded.
"Yes, sir." May gasped.
Miss Davenshaw was irritated by this outside interruption and gazed at him. Who was he to say what should happen when? He is only watching after all. He stared back at her as if to say this is for my pleasure first, yours second, if I remember you at all. As his eyes gripped hers she couldn't help feeling her arousal go even deeper as this entranced slave girl knelt in front of her. She didn't even think about how the focus of her anger had changed from indignation about the fact that this was happening at all, to merely mild annoyance as to how this was going. Sensing this, Edmund smiled at the knowledge that he had succeeded in shaping the landscape which her keen mind could range over. He was well and truly on the way to defining the terms on which the struggle for Miss Davenshaw's mind and soul would play out. Soon now, she would be his completely. Her mind would be totally enslaved.
May's hands caressed Miss Davenshaw's fine legs in their sleek hosiery. Undoing her skirt she sensed the heat radiating through her boss' damp underwear.
"Go on May." Edmund encouraged.
"Oh, Yes, sir,"
May inhaled deeply as her lips and tongue began worshipping this Goddess between her legs. Miss Davenshaw's legs began to writhe helplessly, involuntarily, as waves of pleasure pulsated out through her helpless body. Not caring anymore she gripped May's shoulders, her nails digging crescents into them. She moaned louder and louder as her juices began to flow.
Edmund commanded May to stop. Miss Davenshaw wriggled, tottering helplessly in her high heels.
"You may kneel, slave," said the voice in her head.
"Yes, thank you Master," Miss Davenshaw dropped to her knees in heat.
"Now, slave, you will return the favour to May."
May writhed in pleasure as Miss Davenshaw's tongue searched out all the spaces, exploring all the dimensions between her legs. Miss Davenshaw was on her knees, pleasing her Master. That was all she needed right now. Both women were now so wet, dripping, their orgasms ready to come forth. He commanded them both to beg for it, and then, on their knees the two women panted as their director paused their performance. Edmund approached them, his excitement visible at the front of his trousers.
At his command and, eagerly now, Miss Davenshaw unzipped him. His cock throbbed in front of them like a phallic shaped star holding two planets captive in its orbit. May had long since surrendered to sexual arousal and Miss Davenshaw too now fell so deep. Like hungry animals at a zoo and powerless to do anything about their humiliation, they jostled for a taste of his cock, for the right to kiss it, to suck it, to deep throat it, to worship it. Struggling to control his own arousal Edmund tormented first one then the other by withdrawing from the one and then giving to the other hungry mouth.
Impossible to decide between the two he commanded them both to orgasm the moment he supernovaed over both their faces. As two intelligent women he knew that under the right hypnotic conditions their minds were just as potent sexual organs as those between their legs. Gripping their hair he told them they'd done well, that they'd pleased him and that after they'd sucked and licked him clean they could spend the night together. He also told them to enjoy the memory as when they woke up in the morning it would be gone.
*****
Feeling totally drained both figuratively and physically, Edmund saw them asleep together on the sofa as he left. Seeing Miss Davenshaw asleep he could hardly believe it was her. This superwoman, this bitch that had bossed him around all these months looked so vulnerable, so beautifully human. He took a duvet from the bedroom, flung it over them, turned and left.