Obey Submit Desire Pt 04

Part four in Obey. Submit. Desire. series. It can be read alone, but will make more sense if at least chapter one featuring Sally is read first.

All participants in this work of fiction are over the age of 18.

She's done crying over that rotten two-timing piece of shit. Sandra's glad he's gone and the bruises have finally faded. And she misses him something fierce. The bottle of cheap rye is almost empty, but it matters little as the ginger ale for mix is finished. Sandra staggers to the couch and half slouches and half lays, intending to watch her program, however she cries herself to sleep before the second commercial is even finished.

Things haven't being going very well since Dan left. Well, to be honest things weren't all that great while he was around, he really was a two timing, abusive husband. Sandra was at first elated when she read his note, telling her he's met someone else and moving across the country to be with her. Then the negative self doubt he instilled with his fists came calling, and it's been a drunken two month haze since. The money's running out, rent is due. Sandra will very soon be in dire straits.

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"Doctor? Do you have a moment?" Doctor Helen knows what that tone of voice means when it comes from her closest colleague and occasional lover.

"Who do you want now Iasabella?" The tiny Hispanic woman feigns shock and innocence before breaking out with the pretty smile that first attracted the Doctor.

"Your getting to know me too well Helen." Isabella enters and drops into the chair across the desk. "It's Dorothy's former wife Sandra. She's not coping well. I've tried being the good neighbor and friend, but she's spiraling."

"And what do you want to do?" Helen's not fooled by Isabella's good seminarian act.

"Well, we

are

kind of responsi..."

"

Your

responsible you mean." Isabella pauses, then shrugs and nods. Too true as it was her that transformed Daniel into a cock loving cum slut sissy.

"Okay, either way, Sandra isn't doing well and is stuck in that get drunk phase. I'm afraid she's going to end up an alcoholic."

"And..."

"And we could use a new Receptionist." Helen opens her mouth then pauses.

"What do you mean new? What's wrong with Beth?"

"She's applied for the opening in Marketing. Personally, I think being a Receptionist is a waste of her talents. She'll likely be applying outside the company as well, and I'd hate to lose her."

"We didn't indoctrinate Beth did we?"

"No. Sandra does have some experience as a Receptionist, although that was years ago. We could easily

train

her up. She is also a natural submissive, so if the Receptionist job doesn't work out..." Isabella has that knowing

I' m going to have sex

grin that Helen never could resist.

"Fine, on two conditions. One: She gets her act cleaned up, I will not have a drunkard working here. Two: She's your project. She doesn't work out, you take care of it."

"Very well. And thank you Doctor." There's that smug,

I'm gonna get laid

look on Isabella. Helen hides her own smile and just shakes her head, waving the woman from her office.

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Saturday morning, Sandra is hung over and looks it. The cool glass of water in her hands is helping, but only time will truly take the dull throbbing away. She also looks quite skeptical at the VR visor on the table in front of her.

"Look," Isabella says, "It's a virtual reality training program. You've been out of the work place for a number of years, and this is just a simple refresher course. I have some pull in the company, but only enough to get you an interview. The rest is up to you." Sandra still looks skeptical.

"I do need to find a job, but this?" as she pokes the visor.

"It's the latest thing we've developed. It took a lot of convincing for the lab guys to let me borrow it for the weekend." Isabella lied, she

is

the lab. "You'll be amazed how good it is, run through it a couple times myself. Look, take some time and think about. It's a simple program, only a half hour. How about I come back this afternoon for lunch."

"Well... Fine okay. What's a half hour if it helps, right?"

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"How's that feel? Not too tight?" Isabella asks as she adjusts a strap.

"No, It's fine. Kinda heavy and I can't see anything."

"Haven't turned it on yet. Okay, how about now, you should see a blue screen."

"Yes. Now what?"

"A menu should pop up in second. Use the controller in you right hand to move the selector to start, then press the button with your thumb."

"Alright, and select... Wow!" Sandra is amazed. She appears to be seated behind a desk in an open field of yellow flowers under a cloudless blue sky. "This is amazing!"

"Yea, it's too bad I couldn't get the full set. It lets you move around and interact with things. Now another menu should pop up. Select Receptionist Refresher to start."

"Okay, What's this Phase One selection?"

"Your not ready for that yet. Let's just stick with the refresher first."

"Okay. Hey this is neat. The text looks like it's just floating there!" The refresher course is mostly text that scrolls down as the user manually inputs. The scenery slowly morphs through a dozen variations while the desk remains static. After about twenty, twenty five minutes, she reaches the end and the menu returns. "I'm back at the menu, now what?"

"Now you pause for lunch and we eat. Just leave it at the menu and you can pick it up from there if you want." Isabella smiles, knowing full well Sandra will be eager to continue. There was just enough subliminal cues implanted within the simple program to make any user to want to return, try out more.

After a quick lunch Sandra is again seated physically on the couch while at the same desk virtually. At Isabella's urging, she has Secretarial Advanced highlighted but has yet to select it.

"What did you say this Phase One is again?" She moves the selector down to highlight it.

"Just stick with the Sectretarial..."

"Ooo, wow! that's..." Sandra says, her speech pattern slowing. "Real..." Her mouth hangs open for a second. "Pretty..." Isabella sighs, knowing its already too late. Sandra sits, perfectly still with her mouth hanging open, obviously mesmerized. Running through her options, Isabella finally just shrugs. She helps Sandra sit back and makes sure her body looks comfortable before starting to clear the lunch dishes away.

After about an hour, Isabella can see the mesmerized woman's nipples are hard. Isabella sits close Sandra and starts whispering in her ear. Sandra slowly nods, starts to smile as she starts playing with her breasts. When she starts moaning, Isabella stops whispering.

"Stand up Sandra, It's time for you to take a little walk with me." In the bedroom, Isabella whispers more. "It's very warm in here Sandra. Too warm to sleep in clothes. You will feel more comfortable if you go to bed in just your underwear. It is far too warm so let's just take off your shirt and pants. That's it, don't you feel better already? And your bra, can't sleep in your bra."

"Yes..."

Isabella stands checking Sandra out. Very tempting 34D breasts with just the slightest hint of sag stare her in the face. Sandra has let herself go a bit over the last couple years with Dan sapping away her confidence. At five eight, her legs are still long and shapely, but she's put on a few pounds around her ass and waist. Isabella doesn't mind, it actually makes Sandra even more sexy in her book. She helps Sandra into bed and checks the time. Setting her watch to go off at nine, that will give Sandra double the standard time under the influence of the starting indoctrination program. Then Isabella will whisper more instructions, remove the visor, and let Sandra sleep and dream. And, oh what dreams she shall have.

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"Sorry Isabella. I meant to come over last night, but I must have been more tired than I thought. Next thing I knew it was morning and let me tell you, I feel great! I don't think I've slept that well in ages!" Of course Sandra doesn't tell Isabella about fingering herself to orgasm right after waking up, then again in the shower. She's is also having a hard time not checking out Isabella's body. Isabella of course, is dressed for the occasion, Tight white t-shirt and black yoga pants, hugging her womanly curves. Sandra of course is dressed nicely, almost as if she dressing for the job. She hasn't worn this skirt in a couple years and while a little tight, it still looks good on her.

"It's okay, sometimes these VR programs can more tiring that we realize. Hey, you want to run through the Advanced one more time? Want to make a good impression tomorrow." Sandra feels a tingling in her pussy at the thought. She readily agrees and her nipples harden as she slips the visor on.

"Okay, just sit back, relax and click the Advanced, let it run." Isabella says from the kitchen. "I'll start prepping lunch." Sandra sits and stares at the menu for a minute. The Phase One selection seems to be calling her and she is sorely tempted to select it. But she has the interview tomorrow, so Secretarial Advanced it is. Sandra doesn't realize that it too is subliminally implanting thoughts into her mind. While running through typical duties and how to , it is also inputting dress codes and trigger phrases and expected actions. It runs just over an hour and Sandra is hungry and feeling just a little bit horny. Once lunch is over, Sandra asks if it's okay to run it one more time.

At the menu, Sandra can't stop herself and selects Phase One again. Her eyes are quickly captured and she eagerly lets herself be pulled into the spiraling pink and white kaleidoscope. As she sinks under it's influence she feels a thrill at how it sweeps all her thoughts and cares away. Her pussy begins to tingle as she slips into a hypnotic trance. When the first image appears, a beautiful woman in a half unbuttoned blouse and skirt leans against a desk, looking directly at Sandra with desire, she moans.

From the kitchen, Isabella hears Sandra moan with passion and knows what program she couldn't resist. Isabella checks the time and decides to let the program run for a bit while she does a little tidying, and then perhaps a change of clothes.

Sandra meanwhile is getting more and more aroused. The images of dominate women in various stages of undress appeal greatly to her already submissive nature. Words like Obey and Submit flash before her eyes and she squirms a little each time. The images and words stop for a few minutes, it is just her and the spiral. With nothing to focus on, Sandra' s mind sinks deeper. Then Isabella is whispering to her and everything she says feels right. She feels the visor shift as something clicks into place, then new images and words flash before her, these one's far more pornographic. Women kissing and sucking breasts. Fingers and tongues and toys in mouths and pussies and asses. Phrases and words flash. You love to obey. Licking pussy makes you wet. Obeying is pleasure. You love making her cum. You want to be led. You live to submit.

Isabella sits and watches her friend squirm. Damn she is so hot, Isabella wants to touch herself. But not yet, not yet. Soon enough, she'll have someone else doing that for her, and loving it. Just another twenty or so minutes, then she'll call Sally once she sends her friend home for further programming.

"Sandra?" And she opens her eyes to find Isabella standing, almost in a commanding fashion, in front of her wearing an expensive suit. Dark grey jacket, matching pants, black heels. White blouse with several buttons undone. A red tie hangs loosely from her collar. Sandra feels a sudden thrill just looking at her. "Did you run the Secretarial Advanced program like I told you to?"

"Yes, Ma'am... I, I mean Isabella." She gets a a little tingle down between her legs calling Isabella Ma'am and is confused. Confused by the 'Ma'am' and by the tingle. She shouldn't be thinking about her friend like that after all Isabella has done for her. She should be grateful, and show her appreciation by, by kneeling in front of her and... Oh, that feels good and what the hell? It feels

really

good and she can't wait to get home and jill off in bed, thinking about being allowed to stripping that shirt off Isab... Sandra shakes her head. Where the hell did that come from? She blushes and sneaks a peek at Isabella then squirms more at her smile. It's like Isabella knows...

"Did you run the Stage One program?" Sandra hesitates, did she? She thinks she did. "Sandra?" Isabella asks again in a much more firm tone. Sandra squirms again with that sudden familiar tingle.

"I, I... Yes Ma'am?' Isabella smiles approvingly and Sandra suddenly feels elated by her smile.

"Okay good. Now, you

will

answer my questions, then you

will

run through a couple scenarios with you as the Receptionist."

For the next hour, Isabella ran through everything she knew was in the Secretarial programs while subtly working in a few suggestive scenarios and innuendos. Phone answering, call forward, messages. Sorting mail, scheduling, how to escort clients to offices, paging, how to handle irate phone calls and more. By the time they were done, Sandra felt like she had been put through the wringer.

"Sandra, make me a martini, dry, two olives." Without even thinking, Sandra stood and walked over to the small bar. "You may have one if you want." Isabella sits on the couch to watch her.

"Ah, I, no. No thanks, I do have that interview tomorrow after all." Isabella is pleased. It appears Sandra has taken well to the program.

"Bring it over here please, there's a good girl." Isabella smiles as she watches Sandra twitch then shudder at the 'good girl' reference. Rather than simply placing the glass on the side table, Sandra bends over without thinking so Isabella can look down her top at the same time. "Now, come here and fix my tie." When Sandra turns, Isabella is sitting on the edge of the couch, her legs spread, and is pointing to the floor between them. A little thrill runs through her in counter point to the confusion and slight apprehension. Isabella is acting a little odd, this isn't like her at all. Sandra can't tell if she likes her friend like this or not. Either way she feels compelled and kneels in front of her, reaching for the loosened tie. Quickly and easily she fixes it with a perfect knot. Then wonders at that as she has never tied one before.

"Good girl." Isabella says when shes finished. Sandra shudders a bit again as she almost whispers 'are rewarded'. Her nipples are poking through her bra and top. "Tomorrow," Isabella continues, " your interview is with Dr. Helen Henderson at ten am. You will not be late late. I'll let you take the visor home, and I expect you to run Phase One again." Sandra feels damp heat between her legs at the thought. "I'll set it so it can run overnight and it will shut off at 7. Should give you plenty of time to get ready and make to the interview. Okay?"

"Sure that sounds good Isabella. If there is away way I can thank you for this..."

"Ace the interview and get the job. You will think of something..." Sandra has a sudden chill and a thrill at the way Isabella is looking at her. She can't tell if Isabella is commanding her, or a predator and she is the prey. A sudden image of her kneeling while Isabella's hand on the back of her head guides Sandra's face between her legs...

"I... Uh, yes your right of course. Perhaps I had better get home and have dinner. I'll do as you comman... I uh, I mean say..." A little tingle runs through her "And, and I'll run the Phase One again." Sandra is practically squirming as she collects the headset and waves bye before she heads out the door. Isabella stands and watches her friend hurry home, knowing exactly what she'll be doing. Then she's on the phone to Sally from work.

"Get your ass over here, I have a job for you and my pussy needs licking. Now!"

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"Good morning! My name is Beth, how can I help you?" Sandra is ten minutes early and nervous and horny and frustrated. She tried to masturbate upon waking up, then again in the shower but could not make herself cum. She had wanted to run the Secretarial program one more time, but after masturbating for so long, she ran out of time.

"Good morning. Sandra Templeton to see Dr Helen Henderson? I have a ten o'clock interview?"

"Okay, I'll let Dr. Henderson know your here. Please have a seat and if I can get you anything, let me know." Tearing her eyes away from the very pretty woman, Sandra sat in one of the chairs. She's finding it difficult to sit still, the Receptionist is very pretty and keeps drawing Sandra's stare. Professionally dressed, yet somehow still sexy, Sandra finds herself wondering if she is wearing a skirt and stockings. Her musing are interrupted when Beth tells her how to find Dr. Henderson's office on the third floor.

"Come in." Sandra almost jumps at the brisk command when she knocked on the door. Entering a tall thin woman, neither gorgeous nor homely sits behind a large desk. Beside the keyboard is a VR headset and Sandra's heart skips a beat at seeing it. She has to tear her eyes away from it and look at the woman. Light brown hair, worn up in a tight bun, horn rim glasses perch on her nose. An expensive tailor made silk blouse hugs her slim frame. Sandra immediately feels inappropriate desires for the well dressed and slightly intimating woman.

"Doctor Henderson? I'm Sandra Templeton, here for the ten o'clock interview..."

"Come in, close the door, sit there." Helen points to one of two chairs, then ignores the nervous woman as she types away for several minutes. She finally looks up and addresses Sandra

"Isabella tells me you have experience as a Receptionist. Your resume indicates you also have been a Personal Assistant but have been out of the work force for a few years..."

"Yes, I worked..."

"Quiet! I wasn't finished, and you will not interrupt me again. Good girls are rewarded. Now I also know that Isabella loaned you a visor and programmed you with Phase One and Two. I'm sure you will make a fine Receptionist and you'll love pleasing me. However your wardrobe will need updating. After this interview, our personal girl Sally will take you shopping and instruct you on our dress code." Sandra's mind was a whirl with confusion and desire. What did she mean by that? Phase One she recalls activating in the visor, although she couldn't remember the specifics. What the hell is Phase Two? And programming her? What's this about love pleasing her? And why does Sandra feel so attracted to this woman? She realizes the Doctor has said something and is expecting Sandra's answer.

"I... I'm s, sorry, I didn't catch that last part." A pit is forming in Sandra's stomach. Has she just blown the interview? Isabella will be so disappointed. Doctor Helen, frowning, stands up and she is even taller than Sandra first thought. As she walks around to stand in front of the desk, Sandra can't help but stare at her very long legs. Encased in black stockings, they make Sandra's mouth water. She can't tear her eyes away from them.

"I see your programming is not quite complete. Tell me Sandra, do you want this job? Are you a good girl?" A wave of erotic tingling flows through Sandra's body at the words of 'good girl' and she lets slip a gasp of pleasure.

"Y,yes..." The Doctor frowns down at her, then points to her feet.

"Well then, show me and kneel." Sandra almost throws herself to the floor. "Good girl." the Dr. tells her and Sandra shudders and moans, then whimpers. What is going on? Why is she kneeling and why does it feel so, so right? What is it about this woman to make Sandra feel this way?