CHAPTER 7: WILLING SUBMISSIVE
I heard the noise downstairs. Men moving around the kitchen, closing cupboards and drawers, laughing, and talking. That wouldn't be normal. The house is so large normal sounds don't carry well, but the house was otherwise quiet and I really hadn't slept all that well. I slept but with anticipation and suppressed excitement like a child before Christmas, or a bride before her wedding, or four people with high sexual appetites who had been on a four day abstinence. And this was the day. This was the day it ended.
I jumped out of bed, used my bathroom and checked myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. After washing my face and brushing out my long hair, I caught myself smiling back in the mirror. I had imposed the four days without any form of sex while their bodies adjusted to the formulation they were given. Those four days hadn't only limited them but me, as well. That smile grew larger knowing all that would change today. My nipples were hard nubs on my breasts and I slipped a finger between my thighs. I watched it slide over my cleanly shaved pussy. Of course, I was wet, why did I even wonder?
I took the thin silk robe off the hook on the back of the door and pulled it over me. Everyone loved this robe. It was so short it barely covered my ass and pussy. It was made with very little overlap so my movements caused it to gap liberally at top and bottom and the thin cord at the waist seemed to have been designed to slip unless it was knotted ... and I never knotted it. The material was so thin it gave an impression of the areola underneath but the shape of the nipple was clearly indicated.
I cinched the robe around me and briskly walked out of my bedroom barefoot bouncing down the stairs, my 34D breasts bouncing with each step as if they were sharing their own eagerness for the day, but also loosened the cord before I reached the bottom. Tightening the robe, again, I turned into the kitchen area to find my three men. I stood quietly to take in the scene and how they have changed me ... and are still changing me.
I am Dr. Jolene Trent, a PHD scientist/researcher originally working at Washburn Pharmaceuticals specializing pharmaceuticals, genetics, and medicine. I am white and 33 years old with a trim, athletic body on a 5' 4", 110 pound frame. My breasts are 34D cups. My hair is long and dark brown. I essentially left the company, at least physically, to do my own research and development in a laboratory Mr. Washburn provided for me on his estate. My work has become largely sexual in nature and highly classified, even within the company.
The men at the table are all in their boxers and all have remarkable bodies, in my mind, but one of them stands out easily from the others. Stanley Washburn is the white, 68 year old CEO and majority owner of Washburn Pharmaceuticals, Inc. He is in very good shape for his age with only a small pouch on his stomach. He has a full head of silver hair on his 5' 10", 180 pound frame.
The other two men are black ... big, solid, and dark black. Robert is 6' 4" and 220 pounds of solid, muscled man. James is nearly the same but a little larger. He is 6' 6" and 250 pounds. They are both in their mid-30's and primarily Mr. Washburn's drivers and security but since my arrival at the estate their assignment has included me. Their chests and backs are massive, their arms the size of my legs, and their legs ... God, they are just beasts. But, not really beasts, at least not with me and Mr. W. They both played professional football, defensive end and linebacker, and have not gained much fat since.
Our little group had evolved in such an intimate way that four days of abstinence might be unthinkable but for the benefit at the end. Being 'available' to these men wasn't just some playful application of living together. I flaunted it to encourage it. At night, I often wore sheer negligees to dinner and always wore them casually during the evening as we talked, read, or whatever. Underneath my lab coat I was often naked with several buttons undone. I never wore a swimsuit in the pool and my outfits while working out in our gym were specifically purchased to display as much of my body as possible. I enjoyed following direction from the men and I loved what they did to me in the process.
No, there was a very deliberate reason for all of us to hold to abstinence for four whole days. And, the anticipation of it ending was on all our minds ... and coursing through our bodies. My nipples were hard and my pussy was lubricated and I fully expected three hard cocks waiting around the table, all in anticipation. Four days ago, I had injection each of them with my newly developed penis enlargement formulation. The formulation acted with the existing tissue to naturally stimulate further growth. During the period of enlargement, I didn't want the organ to also deal with the stimulation of sexual activity and especially climax.
I entered the kitchen and went directly to the coffee. I took my coffee to the remaining chair, took a pastry from the tray, and lightly asked, "Morning, guys. Anything interesting on the agenda, today?"
Robert put his mug down with a sharp impact on the table, "Funny, Jo ... you know what today is. It's been four days ... as it turned out ... four very long and trying days." They had started calling me 'Jo' as if a two-syllable name needed to be shortened to a single syllable. I had long since shortened Mr. Washburn to a single 'W' but I couldn't get rid of the 'Mr.' part.
James muttered, "I didn't know four days could seem so long."
I reached out and placed my hands on theirs, "Don't think it has been easy on me. I don't know about any of you, but I didn't get much sleep last night thinking about today." They all nodded, even Mr. W. Before all this started, he had been having performance issues and it had been years since he could achieve an erection strong enough for penetration, much less climax. Now, he was like the other two, lamenting that it has been four days since he was in one of my holes.
I told them I was curious so I would measure their cocks hard. As shown in the test group, each achieved about a 33 percent increase in size. Robert and James's cocks increased from 10 to about 13-inches. Mr. W's increase was from 6 1/2 to about 9 inches. Damn! And I thought they were big before.
Mr. W got our attention. "There is something I want to follow-up with Jolene before we lose control of our day. I know we are all excited to make-up for the past four days of abstinence and, by the looks of her nipples poking through, so is our dear Jolene." Mr. W saw no need to shorten my name. All eyes came to me and I blushed. I was as desperate for relief as they were. The guys went quiet. Their eyes focused on me as Mr. W's had. He was peering at me intently and I could tell what was to follow was of some importance.
"For some time now, you have willingly accepting the formulation which I told you would allow you to put away you natural need for control and analysis of situations and the relationships you encounter. The effect of presenting that formulation has, I think, been effective in releasing you to accept what is put in front of you to a very large degree. But, not entirely. You've been allowed to be more compliant, but not too compliant, and certainly not submissive. You wanted to experience it but not too much so. Do you see now that your personality, your need for control and analysis, was the biggest thing getting in your way to experience what you wanted and couldn't achieve?"
I knew where this was going. Before, he talked about a tweaking of the formation I had received with a booster shot regularly given since. Those earlier comment had caused me to think about all of this, what I have experienced, what my life is like, and where I would like me life to go from here. What would I change, if I could? What would I want to keep, if possible? His earlier comment had allowed me the time to be prepared for this moment. And, I was. Prepared and committed.
"That formulation has opened a whole world to me, sir. Before I thought I knew what I wanted, but I had no real idea. Now, I see better what there is to have. Still, though, I am only beginning to see and I want to experience more. I thought finding some men to make love to me was what I needed, but it wasn't. I've now experienced raw animal sex and it is wonderful, thrilling, and consuming. Yes, I know now that while I control things, I will never truly have the experiences I want. I don't want to go back, sir."
