Sonjas Story Ch 06

Sonja's Story Ch. 06

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Victoria watched Sonja leave with a look of approval, the younger woman's new heels clicking softly and rhythmically against the floor, her hips subtly swaying back and forth as she walked. Victoria also saw the small damp stain in the seat of Sonja's blue dress, and how it held the fabric to her skin, clearly outlining the shape of her buttocks. Victoria licked her lips absently and then closed the door of her office and sat at her desk. She clicked on her computer as she sat, sliding off her heels and reviewing her

notes

from the session. Her finger still smelled like the young woman, and as Victoria clicked through the pictures she had taken of the prostrate Sonja, she raised the finger to lips and pressed it into her mouth, sucking out ever last vestige of Sonja's

flavor

while it still lasted, and while the memory of the helpless girl was still fresh in her memory, and vivid on the screen in front of her.

"Mmm!" Victoria thought the young woman's vagina was

delicious

, and the sound came unbidden as she felt a pulse of pleasure at the flavor and the invisible power it represented. "Like an orange strawberry," she said to herself after she finally removed the finger from her mouth. She felt immensely pleased with herself, but also extraordinarily lucky. Sonja had come to her, doe-eyed and stupid, asking for self-confidence, and in three weeks Dr. Victoria Dotz had broken her. Sonja had been like clay in her hands since the moment she first arrived, and Victoria had felt confident enough to give her the special tea blend on just her third session. Victoria reflected that it normally took at least four months of sessions to get to that point with a vic client, yet here Sonja had taken a double dose in less than one, and come out looking like a bitch in heat. She wondered if Sonja was completely without personality or just really stupid, and then decided she didn't really care, because at this point Sonja was completely under her thrall either way.

"She needs improvement, though." She said it quietly, speaking out loud to herself in a thoughtful, matter-of-fact voice. She gazed at the pictures on the screen in front of her and thought about Sonja's small breasts and under-developed buttocks, the untoned stomach and the skinny legs. Victoria used the mouse to move the cursor and opened her internet browser. "Shouldn't be hard to start that process, though..." Her fingers flew elegantly and confidently across the keyboard, typing in her search terms and navigating to a folder of yoga videos she kept on her hard drive. She perused them carefully, hand-picking a select few to send to Sonja. Victoria wondered by what means she should manipulate Sonja into watching the videos, then decided such a ploy wouldn't be necessary. As pliable as Sonja was turning out to be, Victoria thought she merely needed to make the recommendation and let the rest follow. There was no reason to be hasty; she would have plenty of time to make a personalized hypnosis video for Sonja later.

She uploaded the videos to her own phone, and then picked one out to forward to Sonja. It was a 10-minute moderate workout that targeted the buns and thighs. She smiled to herself as she wrote the accompanying message.

"Based on something you said during the weekly hypnosis exercise, I thought this set of exercises might be beneficial to you to help strengthen your core, build confidence, and improve your fitness. As your doctor, I'd recommend doing them all once tonight, and then twice a day until our next session. -Dr. Dotz"

Lying had always come easy to Victoria, but doing so over text was beyond trivial. Sonja had said nothing of the sort, not drugged out of her mind with two fingers jammed to the hilt down her throat and two more massaging her clit for an hour and a half... but the lie was useful to Victoria, so she used it without a second thought. She looked the message over one more time and hit send.

There was another plan to set in motion tonight, however, and while this one had Sonja as its target, Victoria wanted her involvement kept secret. "At least for now," she thought aloud to herself as she switched back from the massage videos on her computer screen to the pictures of Sonja, half naked and helpless on the couch. She looked through them all again carefully, then picked one that displayed her recognizable face but only the top half of her torso, creating a logical illusion that she could be completely naked.

Somewhat proud of her photography skills, Victoria created a new e-mail, encrypted and secure, and typed in the destination address. It was not one she kept in her contacts list, but she had long since comitted it to memory. She attached her chosen image to the email and then typed out the message, quick and unfaltering.

"As always, I've seized the initiative. She's the one I need for my research, and she already works at VB&S. I need a large blood sample but obviously it can't come back to me. I'm sure you can come up with something clever like last time - she's an easy mark, just look at her. Click a pen at her and she'll be in the palm of your hands. I promise you this will pay

DIVIDENDS!!

-V

P.S. Seriously don't skimp on the sample, I have a lot of work to do."

She double checked it, clicked send, and then leaned back in her seat and put her feet up on her desk. She was still tensed, still unfulfilled despite her successful session with Sonja. Victoria gazed quietly at her toes while she thought of ways to relieve that tension, and then her toes made her think of Thomas out in the lobby.

She smiled, then summoned him.

***

Thomas had watched Sonja leave almost 20 minutes earlier, and he had noticed the look she gave him as she walked out the door. He had seen that look in women before, and he was still fighting the urge to follow her when the phone on his desk beeped softly - the inside line. He answered the phone without saying a word. The only other person who could be using this line was Victoria, and he waited for whatever command she had for him.

"I need your ministrations, Thomas. Be a good boy?" The doctor made it sound like a question, but Thomas knew it wasn't. He also wouldn't have denied her request either way - he could already feel a straining tug in the front of his pants.

"Yes ma'am, I'll be right there."

"And Thomas? Make sure you lock the front door this time."

Thomas smiled sheepishly and his face flushed, though there was no one there to see it.

"Yes ma'am, right away."

He clicked the phone down into its receiver and hustled around the corner of his desk to lock the front door. It was a simple turning deadbolt with sliding bracing bolts on the floor and at the top of the jamb. They were well lubricated, and each one slid closed with a satisfying *snikt.*

Thomas took the opportunity to check his reflection in the transparent, semi-reflective glass of the door, and wasn't upset with what he saw. He ran a hand over his short, sandy-blonde hair, making sure it stayed flat against his head. He shrugged at the result, and then flipped the sign on the window from "Open" to "Closed," and began walking to the back office. He found her office door closed, so he turned the handle and stepped inside.

"Leave it open and come here," Dr. Dotz said from the chair at her desk, sounding almost bored. He saw her bare feet propped up on the desk and, even from the distance of thirty or so feet. the sight made him swallow, and made his pants feel tighter.

Thomas obeyed her without speaking, striding quickly across the room to stand, almost at a soldier's attention, just on the other side of the desk from her.

"No, not there," Victoria said with a predatory smile. She raised a leg from the desk, stretching her toes out and then pointing them towards Thomas as her leg straightened. In a single elegant motion, her long, toned leg had become like a giant finger, pointed accusingly at her assistant. She saw his eyes change focus from her face, to her leg, to her ankle, and then to the rest of her foot, which was now suspended in mid air, directly blocking his view of her face.

It seemed to hang there for an interminable moment, and then Victoria swung it slowly outward, still facing him in her seat, so that for just a second, Thomas' gaze slipped from her foot and down the inside of her thigh, and he could see that his boss wasn't wearing underwear. But the leg continued its slow swing, and Victoria rotated the chair slightly so that she was no longer facing her desk. Thomas looked from her thighs, up to her eyes, and then over to the swinging foot. Slowly, with complete control over her movements, her leg still ramrod-straight, her foot seemed to glide down to the empty space of floor now in front of her.

"Here." She tapped the floor twice, gently, as if to indicate where he should place his feet. Her voice had a commanding edge to it, as if she were talking to her dogs, and Thomas obeyed instantly. It took only a few steps to come around the corner of the desk and stand at the indicated spot, with Victoria now in front of him and the desk to his side.

"Good Boy," said Victoria with another one of her predatory smiles. She was still leaning back in her seat, and Thomas caught himself thinking she should be the Queen of some city or nation, so natural was the look of command about her features and posture. She looked him up and down, slowly, judgingly. An eyebrow was raised like she was inspecting a slab of meat. A slow, imperious smile came over her face as she looked him in the eye.

"Are you ready to please your Mistress?" It came out sweetly, like a mother asking about her child's day, but it wasn't. Not really. It was more like a foregone conclusion, and the eager swiftness of her assistant's reply showed that whatever manipulation might be at play, he was ready and willing to do the doctor's will.

"Yes Mistress!"

Were there any witnesses, it would have been an odd sight, the large young man towered over Victoria when she was standing, much less when she was lounging in her chair. But the dynamic of power was against Thomas, and they both knew it, and they both embraced it.

"You know the rules, Thomas. Hands to your side and you're not to move them an inch. Eyes forward!" Thomas acquiesced immediately, his hand snapping to his hips, the tips of all ten fingers lightly touching the fabric of his pants, and his eyes darted forward, far above Victoria's head, to lock on to a section of wall across the room.

He stood that way, frozen, for what seemed like an eternity. In reality it was only 30 seconds, but Victoria's smile broadened to a wicked grin as she saw the small bead of sweat forming at her assitant's temple. Then her foot moved. It had been at rest between Thomas' feet, and now it slid gently up the inside of Thomas' leg, working its way up his inner thigh with the same elegant poise that it had directed him where to stand.

Thomas could feel his cock throbbing, and as Victoria crawled her toes from his thighs towards his belly button, suddenly she could feel it too. He knew better than to look down at the sensation of her toes wriggling against his shaft, so he continued to stare at his chosen patch of wall, and Victoria, smiling up at him, made sure her toes worked their way up every inch of his cock on their way to his belt buckle. With her big toe, she unlooped the excess length of the belt from the loops that held it in place, and then with remarkable dexterity, unfastened the simple clasping mechanism. Then she forced her toes between his belt and his waist, pushing her heel up and into his groin and using the leverage to loosen the belt enough for her to completely unclasp it with another slow sideways arc of her leg.

Victoria had felt how hard his cock was, and now she wanted to display her dominance over it. With the belt now unclasped, she trailed her foot back down Thomas' inner leg, caressing it softly, testing his resolve. His hands never wavered, but she could tell he was struggling to stay completely still against her provocative touch. She moved slower, sometimes sliding her foot back up his leg, drawing out and enjoying the tease. Finally, though, her foot touched the ground, and she sat up in her chair, her head now even with his hips.

She looked up at him, her face only inches away from the visibly large bulge in his pants, and watched his face carefully. His eyes stayed forward, interrupted by the occasional blink as he fought to keep his discipline. "You are mine, Thomas." She said it matter-of-factly, as if she were the only authority on the matter.

"Yes Mistress." No hesitation, only anticipation. The correct answer to this final test. Thomas could feel fingers suddenly running up the side of his pants as Victoria slid both hands up his legs to the top of his pants. He swallowed, louder than he meant to, when the fingers curled around the button of his pants and unclasped it with practiced ease. He wanted to look down at her, to watch her as she prepared to do what she was about to do, but he also knew that would make him

disobedient

, and to be

disobedient

would have consequences. And he knew better than that. He had been her assistant since her final year of graduate school, and one did not

disobey

Victoria Dotz. Especially with her mouth so close to his-

Zip!

His pants were completely unfastened now, and her fingers traced back down his thighs and around either side of his waist, avoiding his hands, to come up the back of his legs to grab the top of his pants and underpants and

pull

down, pulling them down Thomas' hips and exposing his cock. It was thick and hard, engorged with anticipation, and it sprang back up to position after the force of her pull had yanked it down.

Victoria reached between Thomas' legs and, gently at first, caressed his testacles. They were tight and compact, pulled up close under the base of his cock by the sheer size of his erection. She fondled each one, as if she were checking eggs at the supermarket, and then, apparently satisfied, gripped them both together in her hand and clasped them firmly. Not so tight as to hurt the man, but tight enough to remind him that she *could*, and tight enough for her to manipulate Thomas' cock one way or another with just a small tug one way or another.

Then she did so, tugging first this way and then that way, examining the cock with an appraising eye. She inspected it closely, like a soldier inspecting their firearm, and Victoria wondered if the metaphor was apt. But of course it was. Though it might be attached to Thomas, Victoria knew it belonged to her - she had built it. She had built

him

. She had been a brilliant student in grad school, and she had taken her research even further with Thomas, her first human experiment.

He had been shorter and thinner, much thinner, and upon her first measurements, his cock had been completely average in length and volume, and that had been part of what made him so attractive as a testing experiment. Weeks and months of supplements, blood work, injections, drug cocktails, and ample

psychological conditioning

had gone by, with Victoria recording every result. It was a long process, but by the time she had completed her degree in Genetic Engineering, she had managed to contribute legitimate science to the field.

She was intensely proud of her work, and proud of Thomas as a subject, and obsessive of him as an object. Her pet, her experiment.

Her cock

. She had managed to increase its size, through that ephemeral magic of science, from five to nearly eight inches long, and the volume had more than doubled, so that the member now floating in front of her face looked like a swollen kielbasa.

Still clutching his balls in her firm grip, Victoria leaned forward and gave the tip of his thick cock a tender kiss. She felt the supple give of her lips against his hardness, and she let them part, taking him into her wet mouth. She pushed herself against it, letting the cock slowly fill her mouth until she felt him involuntarily tense against her tongue. Her grip on his testacles tightened, and she could tell by the shudder that went through him that he was refocusing his control.

Good boy.

For a few moments, she just slid her mouth up and down on his cock, enjoying the simple act, and enjoying the pleasure she derived from this power she held over Thomas. But she had not called him all the way back here just so that he could prematurely spray a load down her throat. No, that's what Sonja would be for, when the time came.

My dog Thomas and my bitch Sonja

, she though to herself gleefully as she felt the tip of Thomas' cock stamp softly against the back of her throat.

Victoria moaned happily, not so much with sexual pleasure as much as if she had just tried a delicious new delicacy, and she pulled her head away from Thomas' cock, deliberately making a loud sucking-smacking noise as the tip popped free of her plump lips. He was behaving well, his hand still by his side, his eyes still straight ahead, though she noticed how often he had to close them to concentrate on his two simple tasks. She had trained him long and well, though, and she knew his discipline would hold.

"Knees." She said it simply and clearly, as she had a thousand times before, and the man obeyed with practiced alacrity, smoothly dropping to both knees, his hands still at his sides, his eyes still straight ahead. His patch of wall was now obscured by Victoria sitting in front of him, so he gazed vaguely towards her neckline as she rolled the chair up as close to him as it would go. The same hand that had been clasping his testicles a moment ago now snaked out to grab his short-cropped hair.

"Pleasure your mistress, Thomas," she said greedily, pulling his hair and forcing his face down to where her other hand had pulled her skirt up. She had already removed her panties earlier, so there were no barriers between his tongue and the plump, dripping wet mound of her pubis.

He worked expertly, for this was another task for which she had trained him extensively. He found her clitoris by the feel of his tongue, after working his way with gentle kisses in spiraling circles around her thighs and lower stomach. He flicked his tongue to a diligent rhythm, tried and true, harmonized to Victoria's expectations and desires. Both her hands were on his head now, squeezing and pulling his hair in time with the waves of pleasure she felt between her legs. A heat rose suddenly, deep in her belly, and seemed to rise through her torso and chest, and she felt her nipples harden against the fabric of her blouse, and her thighs squeezed tight against Thomas' head, threatening to burst his skull as the orgasm she had been teasing out all day rolled over her.

But Thomas knew better than to think he was done, for he had not been dismissed, and though he struggled to breathe, kept his tongue working in the same continuous rhythym. Gradually, the pressure against his temples began to relent, and he found a gap in the tongue-work to take a deep inhale through his nostrils. He could smell her perfume suddenly, and taste the sweet and sour wetness of her pussy, and then the grip on his hair tightened as she first stood up from her seat, then pulled him in closer and began grinding his face against her pussy. She wasn't gentle, and Thomas was slowly forced backwards as she began pushing against him. Victoria wasn't heavy, but on his knees and without the use of his hands, she didn't have much problem pussy-driving him backwards until he was forced off his knees and to the flat of his back.

"Hands!" It was a needless warning, only said to reinforce the power dynamic, to remind them both that she didn't need physical power to dominate. Thomas had already lowered his hands, palms down, so that all ten fingers touched the floor at forty-five degree angles away from his hips. His legs were allowed to straighten, which was a welcome reprieve, but the new position made vulnerable.