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 P e t P r o j e c t



   Chapter 1



   Veronica









   I met Veronica at work, she was a fast rising up and comer, and I was
happily ensconced in my corner office.  Now, where I work is unimportant,
and while my tale will spend quite a bit of time at my place of employment,
I will not mention where I work, or even the real names of any co-workers,
aside from Veronica.  I have even given an alias for myself, as what I am
about to write is basically a confession, and involves illegal activity. 
What illegal activity I won't say here, but it's easy enough to spot once
you read.

   Now, it took me ten years to get to the position Veronica currently
occupied, and four more to get where I was now.  I had enjoyed my position
for five years and didn't plan to leave anytime soon.  Veronica however,
was a fast riser.  She would sleep her way to the top if she had to, but
she didn't.  She made headway with hard work, smarts and the uncanny
ability to sniff out rule breakers and report them, thus stepping on anyone
in her way all the way up.  But most of her advancement was legitimate. 
She had lied a few times to get people out of her way, and had even set
someone up to get canned once, when nothing else worked.  Normally I would
have no problem with this behavior.  Competition is healthy, and I had done
many of the same things myself on my path to my current position.  However,
Veronica had made no effort to hide the fact that it was my position she
was gunning for, and I couldn't let that happen.

   I called her up to my office and made sure I had everything just right
before she arrived.  She knocked and then came in, striding through the
length of my office and looking around with a slight smile.  She had the
world on a string, and she knew it.  I let her look, looking at her as she
walked towards me.  She dressed for success, and for distraction.  Long
black hair was kept back in a neat tail, her eyes were framed by glasses
she didn't need, and her top was just unbuttoned enough for cleavage, but
not enough to be scandalous.  She had long legs vanishing up into a skirt
that was just shy of too short; and tall pumps made her lovely legs work,
accentuating every muscle as she walked, giving her hips a long, slow sway
that drew every eye around.

   She was very pretty to look at, and she knew it, those ice blue eyes
framed by the glasses and long, dark lashes may have looked like they were
taking in the office and the things displayed there, but she was watching
me, looking for weakness and any opening she could find.  When she was
finally seating herself, I spoke.

   "Trying to decide how to decorate when I'm gone?" She paused, not quite
seated, and looked up at me, her eyes looking shocked, but for just a
moment, she betrayed that she was surprised.  I didn't smile just shrugged.
"It's alright; I did the same thing when Winifred Scott called me up here
five years ago.  Look away, by all means.  Can I get you a drink?" I didn't
wait for her to get her bearings, just smoothly stood and walked over to
the liquor cabinet.

   "Scotch, neet." Impressive.  A straight up mens drink, no please, no
thank you.  For a woman, she had balls.  This was going to be more fun than
I thought.  I selected two tumblers and set them down, pouring scotch in
one and then the other, I also added a little squirt of something extra for
Veronica.  A little street drug I had picked up a few years ago, and still
used if infrequently.  It might be classified as a `Date Rape' drug, but I
had no intention of raping Veronica, I just wanted her to be as relaxed as
I could get her.  Anything I got from Veronica in the future, she would
give me, quite gladly and without anything more than just me asking.  As I
turned back, I saw she was watching the little metronome I kept on the
corner of my desk.  Excellent, she had seen that and would focus on it
again, later.  Handing her the glass I walked back to my seat and sat back,
sipping my own as she looked at me, her drink swishing around before she
took a drink.  I allowed myself a small smile into my glass before setting
it on my desk and steepleing my fingers and looking at her.

   "Did you call me up here to proposition me for sex?" She asked bluntly.
Right to the chase, I merely shook my head.  "I know you know I'm after
your job, and your office.  I plan to be sitting on that side of the desk
in less than a year." Again, she had balls.  This time I allowed myself a
smile as she spoke, just a slight shake of my head as she finished the
scotch.  Setting the glass on the small table to her right, she leaned back
in the chair and crossed those long legs.

   "No, Veronica.  Sex between employees in this office is strictly
forbidden.  I have no problem with you gunning for my position; after all,
competition is healthy.  I just wanted to see who I was up against, if the
competition actually was competition."

   "And?"

   "I'm not sure yet.  I think you may be, but then again, you may not be."
I kept her talking for a while, long enough for the drug to start to take
effect.  The first sign was a soft, small yawn, a little later she started
to lose focus, her eyes slipping from me and back to the metronome.  I
smiled as I rose, offering her another drink.  She numbly accepted the
drink and sipped the second dose of drug from it while staring at the
metronome.  I perched on the edge of my desk and waited.  My voice had
shifted, from the brisk, business like tone I used with fellow employees
and clients, to a softer, more relaxed tone, something a psychologist might
use with a troubled patient.

   And it was working.  The glass slipped from her numb hand and thunked
noiselessly against the carpet.  She was totally in the thrall of the drug
now, and I allowed myself a larger smile.  Leaning back, I buzzed my
secretary, telling her that I was not to be disturbed, and using a made up
word with her.  I had already treated my secretary to a few drinks in here,
and knew I could trust her to remain discreet.  She affirmed and I heard
her lock the door.  Looking to Veronica, I could see she was very focused
on the metronome, so I adjusted the timing slightly, slowing it a little
more and turned back to her.

   "Can you hear me, Veronica?"

   "Yes." Came the almost toneless, numb reply.

   "Excellent.  I need to ask you a few questions, but first I need you to
relax, do you understand?" Again the affirmative.  "Very good.  Sit back,
uncross your legs, and listen to me.  Focus on the metronome and just
relax, do exactly as I tell you and you'll do just fine." She did just as
she was told, settling back into the comfortable chair and relaxing
completely.  "You can see the light, the white, bright, shining light."
Again the affirmative.  "Good, see the light as a rainbow, seven colours
shining, gleaming, sparkling before your eyes.  We are in the red.  When I
count to three, snapping my fingers as I go, you will move to the orange.
When you are in the orange, you will relax, closing your eyes a little
more, and opening your mind.  One *snap* two *snap* three *snap* are you in
the orange?"

   "Yes..." Her `S' trailed off and I smiled a little more.

   "Very good, relax in the orange, it is warm here, soft and quiet, focus
on relaxation and the sound of my voice, but don't look away from the
metronome, do you understand?" Again yes.  "The orange is a warm place,
Veronica.  A place you go when you are happy or pleased, wen you are
feeling good, do you understand?" Again an affirmative, and her sensuous
lips curled in a slight smile.  "Now, when I count to three, snapping my
fingers as I go, you will fade back through the orange and into the yellow.
When you are in the yellow, you will relax even more and close your eyes
just a little more.  One *snap* two *snap* three *snap* are you in the
yellow?" This time her `Yes.' Was more `Yussss' and I moved the other chair
from beside her to around almost in front of her, I didn't block the
metronome, even though very shortly here it would be moot.  "Very good,
Veronica.  This makes me very happy.  Relax in the yellow, you feel safe
here, relaxed and sure, no harm can come to you while you are here.  The
yellow is the place you rest when you are ready for sleep, in the hour or
so before dreams take you.  Now, when I count to three, snapping my fingers
as I go, you will fade back through the yellow and into the green.  In the
green you will be at peace, your eyes will close and you will feel as if
you are floating on a cloud.  One *snap* two *snap* three *snap* are you in
the green?"

   She couldn't even reply now, just give a faint nod of her head, her eyes
were closed and her mind was as open as it had ever been.  But our journey
wasn't over, not yet.  "Excellent, Veronica.  Relax in the green, lay back
into it and let your thoughts go, clear your mind and think of nothing but
your breathing, keeping it slow and even and soft.  Your breathing should
have an even rhythm to it here." I waited while she settled into a sleep
like state before going on.  "When I count to three, snapping my fingers as
I go, you will fade back through the green and into the blue.  This is a
safe place, here you can rest without sleep, sleep without dreams and dream
without worry.  One *snap* two *snap* three *snap* are you in the blue?" A
soft grunt was my affirmative, and I knew from here the going would be
easier.

   "This is the blue Veronica, this is a deep fugue state and when I count
to six and say `Tamraliagh' you will immediately seat yourself and relax
before returning to this place, do you understand?"

   "Yes." She said breathlessly, her red lips parting slightly as she
breathed out the single syllable.  I took a moment to admire her form and
shape as she got comfortable in the blue and the suggestion I had enplaced
in her mind set itself.  I had been practicing hypnotism since college,
Majoring in business and minoring in psychology had given me a slight edge,
and I used to hypnotize people as a party trick.  I stopped that when I
started using it at work to get a larger edge.  Several things I picked up
on the way had been a help.  The metronome was one; it set a rhythm to the
session, giving the subject something to focus on.  And the drug was
another; it relaxed and left a very slight memory gap in someone's mind. 
Not a large one, just enough to be overlooked as an unimportant moment and
not dwelled upon.

   Now, any practicing hypnotherapist will tell you that you cannot make
someone do something they wouldn't normally do.  This is common practice
and common knowledge.  It is also a complete lie.  It is possible to make
someone do something they wouldn't normally do.  It just took time, and
multiple sessions.  You have to gradually nudge them towards the thing you
want them to do without going too fast.  Going too fast can be disastrous.
At best, they will ignore the command and you'll have to try again, if they
let you.  At worst, the person will wake up, remembering all you were
trying to do.  I was going to have to be very careful with Veronica, and go
slowly to get what I wanted from her.

   "Now Veronica, when I count to three, snapping my fingers as I go, you
will fade back through the blue and into the azure.  The azure is the sky,
the soft warm safe place where you can open completely, none here will
judge you, none will take advantage of you, you are free and equal here,
and you will be as open and receptive as you can be.  Your mind will clear
completely and be an open, empty place ready to receive whatever might come
along to fill it.  One *snap* two *snap* three *snap* are you in the
azure?"

   "Yes." The word came immediately, emotionless and toneless, but sure and
truthful.  Almost there, one more step to go.

   "When I count to three, snapping my fingers as I go, you will fade back
through the azure and into the purple.  This is your hiding place Veronica.
This is where you will go when the dark dreams come, when you are scared
and alone, because this is the safest place in the universe and no one and
nothing can hurt you here.  One *snap* two *snap* three *snap* are you in
the purple?"

   "Yes." She sounded suddenly like a little girl, I was slightly puzzled,
but not concerned.  A lot of people, when taken this deep into a hypnotic
state, regressed to some earlier trauma, it could be anything, from the
last time her mind went here, to a time in her life when she was hurt or
traumatized, to just an affectation.  I could likely find out if I cared. I
didn't.  Veronica was right where I needed her.

   "Good, good, I am pleased Veronica.  When I count from seven back to
one, and say `Sarmaran' You will relax and return to this place, do you
understand?" Again the affirmative in the little girls voice.  I pushed on.
"Veronica, this is your core, our soul lives here, all of your emotions and
cares are rooted here, your desires and dreams live in this place playing
forever, frolicking through the safe, warm pathways of this place.  When
you dream, you come here to dream, and this is your favourite place, even
if you do not remember it.  When I count to three, snapping my fingers as I
go, you will rise up from the purple to the azure, from the azure to the
blue, from the blue to the green, from the green to the yellow, from the
yellow to the orange, from the orange to the red, and finally from the red
and into the white, open world.  Your consciousness will return to you and
you will awake relaxed and refreshed.  You will remember nothing of your
time in the colours, or of my voice here.  You will be seated in my office
and looking at the metronome."

   She remained seated while I rose and returned to my seat before
beginning the trigger.  "One *snap* two *snap* three *snap*." She slowly
came around and I buzzed my secretary three times, a prearranged code, and
herd the door unlock as Veronica opened those lovely eyes, looking at the
metronome.  We had been at it for more than an hour, and the drug would
have long since worn off and left her system.

   "Veronica?" I tapped on the desk sharply with my knuckles and she
blinked as her head came around to me.  She looked confused and for a
moment, a little lost before she focused on me and her conscious mind
suppressed her unconscious mind.  "If you drift off like that in front of
the brothers, they'll fire you.  I don't see how you can possibly replace
me when you can't even focus on our conversation."

   We chatted a bit more, she glanced at her watch and seemed a bit lost,
but dismissed it out of hand.  "I have a client to meet with, Mr.  Evans."

   "Peter, please."

   "Alright, Peter.  I have to be going.  The conversation has
been...interesting to say the least."

   "Then perhaps you can spare more of your time next week, say..." I
flipped through my calendar.  "Wednesday?  I'll order in and we'll talk
over lunch?" I wanted her to think she was charming me, but really I wanted
to get her alone.  She wanted to work her mojo and seek out something she
could use against me, so she agreed.  As she rose and was walking away, I
counted backwards from seven.  "Sarmaran." She spun on her heel and moved
back to the seat, settled into it and closed her eyes, instantly in her
fugue state and relaxed, open and ready.  "When you return for our meeting
on Wednesday, Veronica, you will wear purple panties and bra, something
silk and almost revealing.  After all, you want to seduce me." She agreed
to this in her little girls' voice and I triggered for her to wake and
leave, and not remember anything after rising the first time until she left
my office.

   Veronica was back on Wednesday and five minutes early.  We sat and
talked, ate and I let her think she was seducing be before I triggered the
suggestion that would return her to the blue.  When she was relaxed and
calm, I added a few minor suggestions to her mind, making her think
seducing me was a good way to oust me, and making her think she had dressed
ever so slightly different when she had come in.  I was beginning the long
slow work of changing her outlook on me and making her over into what I
wanted her to be.  When she came back around, her shirt was unbuttoned just
a little more and her shoes were off, something she might do if she were
trying to get dirt on me.

   She had indeed worn the purple lingerie that I ordered her to, with a
shelf bra that just revealed the creamy tops of her full breasts and showed
just a hint of the pink aureole around her nipples.  Her panties were small
and almost didn't cover anything.  The lingerie had been a test to see if
she would take commands in the purple, and it had worked.  I didn't let her
get her bearings before placing her in the purple and giving some commands.
She was to remove her pubic hair and wear no panties for our future
meetings.  Whenever I suggested a meeting she was to clear her calendar,
unless it was someone higher up than me who was waiting.  And she was
always to wear the red lipstick she was wearing before.

   The next meeting was uneventful.  Her commands had taken and I spent
some time enjoying the view of her bare, bald pussy as she sat in the
chair, legs spread and skirt pushed up.  I even snapped a few pictures for
my collection before I sent her on her way, none the wiser that she had
shown me that part of herself.  The next meeting I added a few deeper
suggestions and commands.  Veronica thought her seduction of me was going
especially well and that now was the time to try something a little
drastic. When she came around this time, her shirt was unbuttoned further
and the soft, full mounds of her breasts in the now red lingerie were more
visible, I was sitting beside her, going over some important papers related
to one client and as we talked, she toyed with her hair and leaned in a
little closer, resting a hand on my leg.  When I turned to comment on it,
she rose up slightly and kissed me.

   I let the kiss linger for a moment before withdrawing.  She was left
leaning forward, eyes closed and quite a lot of cleavage revealed as she
slowly licked her lips and smiled.  As she slowly opened those blue, blue
eyes and looked at me, I raised an eyebrow.

   "You know the rules on fraternization in the workplace, Veronica.  We
could both be fired for that." She just smiled languidly and unbuttoned the
last two buttons on her shirt, revealing the red bra and as much of her
gorgeous breasts as I had ever seen.

   "Well, Peter, I can't exactly turn you in now, can I?  And you can't
either.  Perhaps there are some mutual rewards to a relationship like this
one.  You know what I want.  I know you want me.  It's only a matter of
time till this is my office and you're out.  So you may as well enjoy some
fringe benefits." She was up front and honest, I had to give her that.

   "Yes, well, be that as it may, Veronica.  Perhaps we should focus on the
task at hand?" We went back to the papers, but she didn't button her shirt
up until she was ready to leave.  Once she was gone, the next meeting set
up and ready, I smiled and enjoyed the after effects of the session. 
Control like this gives you a rush, a feeling of euphoria and power
afterwards.  And I was riding it high.  I buzzed my secretary, counted back
from five and gave her control word.  She came in, locked the door behind
her and stripped as she walked to the desk.  As I bent her over the desk
and took what I wanted, I smiled again.  The only things she was wearing
were her stockings and garters, her six inch come-fuck-me pumps, red
lipstick and her wedding ring.  I'd already implanted all of the
suggestions I needed for her, I had years ago.  Now I was enjoying the
fruits of my labours.  Her husband would ever know; hell she didn't even
really know.  I was always careful to use a condom, and as I pounded away
at my little toy, I thought about Veronica, my pet project, and the first
time I would bend her over this desk and fuck the living shit out of her.

   The next two meetings went smoothly and on our sixth meeting I didn't
even let her get through the door, sending her into the blue and giving
some of the last commands I would likely ever give her in this phase.  The
purple was a different story.  I would regularly use that one to change her
dress or schedule, to give her all sorts of commands and ideas to maintain
my control over her.  But the blue was special now.  The blue would be the
real Veronica, the one I wanted her to be sometimes.  Here I would use her
as I meant to use her, and she would be none the wiser.

   As she settled into the chair and I spoke soothingly, softly and calmly,
she relaxed ever more and I let her reach total relaxation before I began.
"Welcome, Veronica.  Are you comfortable in the blue?" She affirmed that
she was, and I went right on.  "Very good, very good indeed.  When you are
in the blue, and with me, are you relaxed and safe?"

   "Yes." Barely audible, she was completely open and ready.

   "Excellent.  When you are in the blue, you will find clothes
restricting. All you will wear are your stockings and garters, your shoes
and your jewellery.  Do you understand?" Again the barely heard yes.  "Then
get comfortable now, Veronica." She immediately stood and made herself
comfortable, stripping from her shirt and skirt, bra and even her hair tie.
Once she was stripped and about to sit down, I stopped her.  "When you are
in the blue, you will not sit in chairs; you will come and kneel at my
side, here, on this side of the desk.  Do so now." She complied
immediately, meek and submissive as she went to her knees beside me,
looking off into the middle distance and waiting.  I adjusted her pose and
posture till she was right where I wanted her to be, and told her she was
to kneel in this position whenever she was in the blue.

   While she was kneeling in her position, I took a few pictures for my
collection and smiled as I turned to face her.  "Whenever you are in the
blue, I am not Peter any longer.  You will refer to me as your master.  Do
you understand?" A moment of hesitation, but she gave in.

   "Yes, master." She was mine!  Whenever she was in this position,
whenever I placed her in the blue, I would have a perfect little sex
puppet. But that would come later.  Sex could wait, I still had plenty of
work before I took all I wanted from Veronica.

   "Very good, I'm proud of you Veronica.  But I will also call you
something different here, something that will bring pleasure to you
whenever you hear it.  I'll call you Toy, and whenever you hear the word
toy, no matter where you are or what state you are in, you will get
aroused, you will feel the need to caress your pussy and tits, you will get
wet and aroused and horny, but you will not seek sex as fulfillment.  Only
I can give you that fulfillment, do you understand, Toy?"

   She gasped, but managed to squeeze out "Yes, master." I smiled hugely as
I rose from my chair.  Veronica was tall enough that when she was kneeling,
she was just about face level with my crotch, and as I freed my cock from
my pants, she just knelt and stared at it.  "This is part of your master,
Toy." Again the soft gasp, and her hands twitched and fisted on her legs as
she stared at my shaft.  "When you are in the blue you may touch yourself,
Toy." Again a gasp, but her hands slipped down to caress her bare labia. 
"Kiss this part of your master, take me into your mouth and taste me." She
did so, using one hand to circle my shaft and guide me as she opened her
mouth to accept the taste of my cock.

   I let her kiss me for a long time, smiling as her red lipstick left a
ring around my cock, and snapping a few pictures of her as she did so.  I
guided her though the steps of pleasuring me with her mouth, and she did so
gladly, suckling me with her warm, wet mouth and caressing me with those
long manicured hands, the other leaving her sex to trail up her body and
squeeze one breast before cupping and fondling my balls as she suckled and
caressed.  "When you pleasure me with your mouth, you will feel pleasure
from it, pleasure that you make your master happy, Toy, pleasure that this
is right and true, Toy.  Know that when you pleasure your master with your
mouth, you make him happy, and that makes you happy, Toy.  You want your
master to be happy, Toy, you want him to be pleasured and you want to
swallow every drop of his cum, Toy."

   As I talked, she kept sucking me, pleasuring me and each time I said Toy
she gasped and moaned around my cock, shivering in pleasure and bringing me
closer to an orgasm.  I let her suck me and when I came, I smiled as she
swallowed every drop.  "Very good, Toy, Your master is pleased.  Now lay
back and pleasure yourself for me, Toy, caress yourself with your hands and
make yourself feel pleasure, do not stop until you have made yourself cum."
She lay back on the carpet and as she started I recorded every moment with
my camera, taking video now to watch again later as she caressed her sleek,
lovely body her hands roaming over her full chest and squeezing her erect
nipples, caressing the full swell of her breasts and then down her belly to
cup and caress her sex, but she never slipped fingers into her body.

   "Why aren't you entering yourself, Toy?" I asked softly, smiling at the
delicious shiver she gave as I said it.

   "I am a Virgin, master.  I have never had sex, never felt a man inside
of me."

   Time for another slight adjustment.  "When you are in the blue, Toy, you
will never refer to yourself as `I' only as `Toy', do you understand?"

   "Toy understands, master." She shivered again, and I smiled as I looked
down at the virgin masturbating on my office floor.  This was better than I
had ever thought possible.  I'd get to take her virginity and make her my
sex toy, all at the same time.  I continued to watch as she caressed her
body, moaning and writhing, lifting her hips up from the floor as she
caressed her labia and clit, as she caressed her canal and hymen and when
she came, it was lovely, she cried out and arched her back up high from the
floor, her lovely chest swaying back and her hips pumping as she cried out
her pleasure.  I had her clean the office as I put my cock away, with the
red ring of her lipstick still around me, she washed herself quickly in my
private washroom and I gave the final set of commands in the blue for
today.

   "Toy, when I Say the word `Gharangar' and count to ten, you will rise up
from the blue to wakefulness.  You will immediately dress and sit in a
chair before doing so.  Anything that happens while you are in the blue
will stay there.  Make a little box and place those memories in them, set
that box aside until you return to the blue, you will remember them then."
I triggered her awakening and she quickly dressed and returned to her
chair, swimming up to full consciousness and we talked for a bit as she
recovered.  I wasn't ready to end our meeting just yet, I wanted to test
something.

   "So, Veronica, I'd like to have you come on board as my assistant for
this new contract, it's a toy line, and while you are competition for me,
you are also one of our brightest new people.  This toy line is big for
this company, very big.  Can I count on you?" Each time I said `Toy' she
would fidget slightly and her brow would furrow slightly.  I had to
restrain myself from a smile, but pushed right on ahead.  She was all for
getting in on a project of this size, and as we talked it over, I said toy
every chance I got, at least ten times, and savoured the reaction she had
each and every time.  Working on this project she would hear that word
thousands of times, hundreds each day, and I was going to be there for most
of them as she grew more and more horny and unfulfilled, more needy and
frustrated.  And when the time was right, I'd have my little fuck toy bent
over this desk and thanking me for every inch of every stroke as I took all
that I wanted.

   As she was leaving, I triggered her back to the purple and gave her my
last commands for the day.  "When you go home this evening, you will stop
by the store and buy a new alarm clock, you will place this clock somewhere
inconspicuous, where it cannot be seen, only heard.  You will then forget
about it until this weekend.  Before you go to bed on Friday, you will set
the alarm for ten AM Saturday morning.  When that alarm goes off, you will
unlock your front door and return immediately to the blue, moving to wait
for me inside of your front door.  You are to wear your red pumps and black
fishnets, as well as your red lipstick and jewellery.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes." Answered the little girl.  I triggered her release and let her
leave.  I was looking forward to a relaxing, interesting weekend.  Once she
was gone, I buzzed my secretary again.  As she came in, stripping, I smiled
at her.  She was soon to reach the end of her service to me as a
cum-bucket. I had a new toy and while Teresa was a pretty, nimble little
fuck puppet, it was time to move on.  She would still serve other purposes,
however.  I rose and smiled as she readied herself for me.

   Saturday came and I was at her house before ten, waiting.  When Ten
o'clock came around, parked my car and walked right up to her front door.
Opening it, I smiled to see her kneeling at the door and waiting for me.  I
left her right where she was and went around her house to see how it was
laid out.  I liked what I saw, before I did anything else I turned on her
stereo and placed a CD I had made in it.  It was just the word `Toy' over
and over again.  With her stereo set to repeat and her growing more aroused
and agitated, but unable to gratify herself, I got started on the real
work.

   My first mission was her computer.  She had it in a separate room so I
quietly installed a few programs that would let me remotely access her
system and see everything that she had on the machine.  I could turn on her
webcam remotely and access her network with ease.  Next I went around
through the house installing small cameras in every room.  I wanted to see
what she was doing, and when she was doing it.  That would be very useful
in a place like this.  I set things up so they were wirelessly transmitting
to a proxy server through her own network, and then I went back to Veronica
herself.  She was right where I had left her.

   She was sweating and panting, staring into the distance as I stripped
and set my clothes aside.  When I stepped into her field of view, her eyes
fastened on my cock like magnets, she licked her lips and stared as I
watched, letting her suffer as I decided what to do with her.  Then an idea
hit me and I smiled.

   "Come with me." She followed without protest as I led her to her
bedroom. I had her lay on the bed while I took photos and video of her. 
She masturbated for me again, and I caught it all.  Finally I stopped her
and found the tube of red lipstick.  I wrote `SLUT' in big red letters
across her chest and took some pictures, posing her in different ways to
get better shots.  Next I wrote on her cheeks.  `COCK' on one and `HOLE' on
the other with arrows pointing to her luscious mouth.  More pictures, more
posing, some with her mouth around my cock and those stunning blue eyes
looking up at me.  Next were her thighs.  `CUM' on one `BUCKET' on the
other with arrows pointed at her slick little cunt, and more pictures
still.

   Finally I turned her onto her belly and wrote on her ass.  `FUCK ME' on
one cheek and `HARDER DEEPER' on the other, this time with arrows pointed
at her asshole.  When I had enough pictures to satisfy myself, I decided to
heed some of the writing.

   "On your knees, Toy." This whole time I had the CD with `Toy' playing in
the background, getting her more and more aroused and frustrated.  She took
me right into her mouth gladly and suckled me while those lovely hands
caressed me, fondled me, stroked me and I loved it.  She was getting to be
a great cocksucker.  I'd have to make sure she got enough practice to get
very, very good at it.  I let her go for a while before having her kneel on
the bed, bent over at the waist and spreading her ass open with her hands.
I produced some lube and smeared it generously around her asshole before I
lined myself up and seized her hips.

   She moaned and squirmed, clawing at the sheets as I slathered the lube
around her sphincter with the head of my cock, lubricating them both before
starting the long push into her body.  She moaned, writhing and gasping as
I slowly worked my way into her body, taking pictures and video to enjoy
later and progressing smoothly, stopping every so often to pull back and
add more lube.  I didn't want to hurt her, just fuck her, and she was
willing enough.  It took a good ten minutes to push all the way into her
body, and she moaned like a whore the whole time.

   "Do you like this, Toy?" I asked, smiling as she writhed and squirmed,
moaning a long drawn out yes.  I moved my hips slightly, dragging back
slightly, slowly, disengaging from her, drawing back a little more until
just the head of my cock was still in her, then pushing back in again,
grabbing her hips to bring her back to meet me.  She moaned again and I
repeated the process, adding a bit more of the lube to make things go more
smoothly as I drew her back, a little faster this time, then again, faster
still, and again, until I was moving through her in a long, smooth cadence
that felt good and right.  I went a little faster and then a little faster
still.

   With each thrust I drew her back to meet me, my hips slapping against
her lovely bare ass, and my balls swinging up to slap against her pussy,
making her moan and writhe as I fucked her ass faster still, fucking her
harder and harder, making her moan louder and gasp as her pleasure rose.  I
wanted her to feel good, I wanted her to orgasm, feeling good would draw
her closer to me, make her more mine, and less herself.  And when it came
time to fuck her tight little cunt, she'd give it to me knowingly and
willingly.  And I could do whatever I wanted to her after that.  Eventually
I could have her remember some of what she was already doing, and someday
I'd show her the pictures and video of me fucking her ass with wild abandon
and her moaning like the whore she was while I did it.

   The very idea got me more turned on and I seized her wrists, using her
arms to pull her back into my thrusts and slamming hard into her over and
over.  When she came, she screamed in pleasure and her ass clenched down so
tight I thought I was going to lose my cock.  But it felt so good I lost
control and flooded her tight ass with my thick seed, groaning as I came,
my balls clenched tight and pumping my hot spunk deep into her hot ass.  I
released her and she collapsed, my cock slipping from her ass with a pop
and she lay face down in her sweat, cum and a little blood leaking from her
ass.  I smiled and snapped a few pictures before lying on the bed with her
and resting.  I had all the time in the world and when I left, and she
awoke, she would remember nothing of what happened.

   Finally I rose and left her where she was as I finished what I had come
here to do.  I catalogued a few of her CDs and placed a few other small
electronic devices around the house, placed so I could listen and talk to
her.  Then I had her follow me into the shower.  Making sure to wash her
clean, I couldn't resist the idea of her mouth around my cock one more
time. She took me into her mouth and moaned around me, her hands caressing
my shaft and balls as I enjoyed the shower and the attention.  When I came,
I smiled as she swallowed every drop.  Finally I dried her off, tucked her
into bed still nude and set the secret alarm clock.

   "When this alarm goes off, Toy, you will wake from the blue.  Everything
that has happened today you will remember as only a dream, a fantasy about
me, and what you want me to do to you.  When you hear the word Toy, you
will become more aroused, wet and feel the desire to touch your sex, to
bare and caress your breasts.  But you will not.  Your desire for sex will
grow, but the only one you will ever offer yourself to is me.  No other man
may touch you, you are mine alone.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes master." She replied sleepily.  I smiled and left, taking all of my
things with me and driving home.  I sat at my computer and checked my
watch, she would still be lying in bed, and I had half an hour till her
alarm went off.  I situated myself at the monitor and watched, waiting,
while I downloaded the video and pictures, getting ready to burn a home
DVD. When the alarm went off, she got my full attention, she sat up in bed,
yawning and looking at the clock.  She seemed a little surprised that she
had slept half the day away, and then puzzled by her vivid `Dream' and the
ache that she must be feeling in her ass.  I smiled at that and went back
to burning the DVD.  I had all the time in the world to mess with her.

   I left a week between that weekend and our next meetings.  She was
getting more antsy every day at work, and that Monday she had been walking
and sitting gingerly.  I didn't ask why but she did receive a lot of looks
and whispered rumours were starting to fly.  I kept my smiles a secret and
when the following Monday rolled around, she was practically writhing in
suppressed sexual desire.  She looked like she wanted to ask me something,
but I didn't force the issue.  It would likely take weeks before she was
ready to break down and offer herself to me, and I was looking forward to
the wait.  I had even put off fucking Teresa to get nice and frustrated
myself, so when she did, I would be ready.

   An hour into the meeting I triggered her into the purple and re-enforced
my prior commands, smiling as she accepted them without a qualm, and
setting her up for this weekend.  I had her ready to set the alarm clock
again and wait for me on Saturday morning.  I let her play with herself a
while, then triggered her back to wakefulness.  We finished the meeting and
went off to oversee part of the project, where I made sure to use the word
Toy at every opportunity.  It delighted me to see her squirm and bite her
lip as she looked at me, working over the problem in her mind.  I could
easily make her want to give herself to me, but that was no fun, that she
would give me without any more help.  I wanted it to be her decision.

   Saturday I strolled right in, enjoying the sight of her on the floor and
waiting, where she should be.  Ignoring her I went about her apartment,
checking batteries in the remote devices and replacing a few of her
favourite CDs with doctored copies.  They were a special present; they had
the word `Toy' hidden in among the lyrics as background noise.  She
wouldn't hear it, but her unconscious mind would, and the reaction would be
the same.  A little more to frustrate her and push her in the right
direction.  I wanted to feel her body again, but restrained myself for the
time being, and had her masturbate for me, watching her moan and writhe had
my cock hard enough to use as a weapon, but I held off, no matter how badly
I wanted to take her right then.

   Before I left I placed a few minor commands, when to set the alarm:
every Saturday at 10 AM.  What to buy for work and home: Sexy, skimpy
lingerie.  And I had her stop wearing panties to work at all.  It would
make for some interesting times, and I knew that the show would be a good
one.  She would always wear her red pumps and stockings with garters,
anything to show off those sexy legs.  She would always sleep in the nude,
and rarely under the covers.  Finally I left, leaving her a CD on loop, to
keep her frustrated and on edge.

   Two weeks later, Veronica asked for a meeting with me.  I had been to
her house a few more times, but we hadn't had a session in my office in
quite a while, they were unnecessary at this point.  She came in and the
door locked behind her as she approached the desk.  She looked hesitant and
reluctant, but also haggard, worn out.  I knew her sleep was troubled with
erotic dreams of me, I made sure of it.  Was this the day?

   "What can I do for you, Veronica?" I asked without looking up from my
papers.  "I'm looking over your work on this toy line, it's very good, and
you have a gift for things like this.  Toys I mean." I could hear a
shuddering intake of breath.  I knew she had heard that word millions of
times over the last month or so.

   "I have a proposal for you, Peter." She said with a shaky voice.  I rose
immediately and went to the bar, pouring her a drink and one for myself, I
returned to my desk and waved her to a seat.

   "Well, let's hear it?" I sat back and sipped my scotch while she stared
into her glass.

   "I think you and me..." I waited, letting her come to it on her own.  It
took her a long time.  She drank the scotch in one go, then got up and
refilled it.  Finally she set the empty glass down and turned to look at
me. Walking towards me, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and I raised an
eyebrow as she stopped right at my knee, reached out to place a hand on my
cheek, and leaned down to kiss me.  It wasn't a little chaste pressing
together of the lips; this was an open mouth tongues entangled drawn out
kiss that had my already hard cock throbbing with need.  It took all I had
not to bend her over my desk right then and fuck her brains out.

   When she stood upright, she pushed her shirt open and moved to sit on my
desk, her legs spread and her feet up on my chair to either side of me.  I
could see her bare pussy and smell the arousal in her.  It was hard not to
smile, to keep stoic as I looked up into her blue eyes.

   "If you're thinking of having sex with me then ratting me out to get me
fired, then you should know that we'd both be fired." She shook her head.

   "No, not at all.  I was thinking a change to our relationship. 
Competitive lovers.  I want you, I can tell that you want me, then we
should have what we want, but still compete with each other."

   "Other than sex what is in it for you?" I didn't ask what was in it for
me; she didn't need to know the answer to that.

   She smiled a wicked smile.  "I don't think I want to tell you that. 
We'll fuck, and as often as we can, that's all for now.  I'm still after
your job, but I'm after your cock too.  I can't have the former just yet,
but I can have the latter."

   "I don't know; there's a saying about sleeping with the enemy." I
allowed myself a small smile at the look of near panic in her eyes.  "But
you are right about my wanting you, Veronica.  We both stand to lose our
jobs if we're caught, however."

   "I think the chance of getting caught adds a bit of spice to the whole
thing, don't you?" She asked, slipping forward on her desk, her arms coming
up and her hands resting on my neck as she leaned down.  I reached up and
placed my hands on her waist, drawing her down so she was sitting in my lap
and kissed her again, more passionately this time as I revelled in my
success.  My hands pulled her shirt down and off of her, then came up to
unfasten her bra while she worked at unbuttoning my shirt and working my
tie free.  I filled my hands with her beautiful breasts and she moaned into
my mouth as she bared my chest.  The kissing and touching went on for a
very long time, and finally she pushed out of the chair, standing long
enough to unzip her skirt and kick it aside, standing in just her
stockings, heels, and garters.

   I looked her over appreciatively, despite having seen it all before,
Veronica was something to look at.  She was as tall as I was and her body
was sculpted and neat, she took full advantage of our onsite gym and
treated herself to a spa regularly.  A smooth, flat tummy tapered down from
the bottom of her ribs to the arc of her hips and the smooth, shaved pussy
that was there called to me, she was visibly wet and aroused, her firm
breasts topped by lovely nipples and aureole were generous for her frame,
but not overly large.  I stood and kicked my shoes off as I stepped towards
her, and she stepped back with a smile.  When I was clear of my desk, she
stepped forward and met me with a powerful kiss as my hands came up to
grasp her and her hands set to work on my belt and pants, freeing my
throbbing cock with ease as my hands came down her back to her ass, lifting
her to wrap her legs around me as my pants slipped down my legs and I
stepped out of them.

   I was as naked as she was, she just wore the heels and stockings, her
long powerful legs wrapped around my waist as I set her on the end of my
desk, still kissing as one hand came up her back, caressing her to hold her
against me, her beautiful tits pressed against my chest and my other hand
slipped around and down, covering and caressing her sex, I slipped a finger
through her wet heat and smiled as I felt again what I already knew.

   "Why, Veronica, Are you a virgin?" I asked with a smile, but breathless
as I captured her clit with my fingers and moved my mouth to her neck,
where I knew that her erogenous zone was.  I knew all of the places that
turned her on, everything that made her moan and wiggle, that made her gasp
and cry.  I nibbled at her neck, my fingers gently caressing her sex,
making sparks fire over her nerves and shivers shoot up her spine.  She
moaned before she could answer.

   "Y..  yessss, I am.  But not for long, Fuck me, Peter, stick that hard
cock in me and make me scream." She was moaning and writing already and I
pushed her back flat on the desk, smiling as I leaned down and covered her
left nipple with my mouth, sucking hard at the firm flesh of her tit as my
hand grasped the other and my other hand continued the torment of her sex,
caressing and cajoling her.  My mouth and hands moved, shifting to suck
hard at her other nipple, to catch the hard bud between my teeth and give
it a little squeeze and tug, making her breast jump and jiggle as her
nipple slid out from between my teeth.  She gasped again as my hand slid
down her belly to caress her inner thigh and she lifted her feet up onto
the desk and spread her legs wide as I kissed down across her belly and
covered her sopping wet pussy with my mouth.

   She moaned as I feasted on her, drinking in her juices and licking and
sucking at her sex with my mouth while my hands caressed wherever they
could reach, from her face and neck, breasts and belly, her ass and clit,
her legs and hands.  I had her moaning and writhing on my desk, bringing
her to the edge of an orgasm before I stopped; leaving her moaning and
pouting as I moved back to kiss her mouth.  Her legs came around me and I
lay across her, my hard cock resting against her wet, ready slit as I
kissed her hard and long, pressing her between myself and the desk and just
savouring the feel of her hard, sexy body against mine.  It was tempting to
take her right then, to give in to what we both wanted, but not yet.  She
wasn't going to leave this office a virgin, but I wasn't just going to pop
my load and have it done.  Oh no.

   She was going to suffer for it.  And I was going to enjoy every moment
of that suffering.  My hands returned to the torment of her flesh and I
went on with it for a very long time, caressing and tormenting her with my
hands and my mouth, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before I stopped,
letting her come down from that high before I built her up again, and then
again, and again.  I went on for more than an hour until she was a mindless
bundle of passion and raw sex, and then without warning I lined my cock up
with her smooth, virgin slit and took her all at once.  She was so turned
on and wet that only her hymen provided any resistance to me, and she
merely gasped as I tore through it and filled her completely.  She was
tight, but I fit her well, even if there was an inch of my cock still not
in her when I felt the head of my shaft kiss her cervix.

   She moaned and writhed, and even before I was fully inside of her, an
orgasm overtook her, making her shake and shiver in the throes of it.  Her
pussy was squeezing my cock so hard I thought I was going to lose it for a
moment, but then she fell back on the desk, nerveless and weak as I stood
straight, hands on her hips, and looked down at her.  She smiled a wicked
smile up at me and licked her lips.

   "That was amazing, Every woman should lose her cherry that way." I just
grinned down at her and pulled back slowly, sliding my hard cock out of her
gently, then pulled her in to meet me as I filled her again, making her
moan with pleasure as I stroked slowly through her heat.  I whispered a few
things to her, how to clench with her sex as I pulled out and resist me,
but relax as I pushed in again.  She followed easily and I went a little
faster, stroking in and out of her slowly and smoothly, then a little
faster still, making her moan as I adjusted her legs, pulling them up and
placing her ankles on my shoulders, using her legs to pull her back to meet
me with each stroke as I looked down to see her gorgeous tits bounce and
shake with each stroke.

   Then I went a little faster still, and she was moaning and thrashing on
the desk as I placed both her legs on one shoulder, crossing her ankles and
stroking into her faster and faster, my balls swinging up to slap against
her while my hips slapped against her ass and she started to lose all
control.  I grabbed her wrists and used her arms to pull her in and push
her out, taking full control of her as she crested another orgasm, just as
powerful as the first, and I groaned at the feel of her pussy clamping
around my cock.  As the orgasm faded, she got her hands free and then her
legs slipped down to circle my waist again as she sat up, kissing me hard
and directing me, I picked her up then carefully knelt on the floor.  She
pushed me back and I never once pulled my cock from her body as she laid me
out on the floor, straddling my hips, and started to ride me.

   She likely thought the `Woman on Top' position afforded her a measure of
dominance or control, and I allowed her to keep that misguided notion as
she bounced up and down on my cock, my shaft pushing all the way to her
uterus and filling her completely as she groaned and writhed, my hands
filled with her luscious tits and squeezed her nipples, caressing the orbs
and making her writhe and moan.  I used my legs to push up to meet her,
pushing hard at her inner barrier and making her gasp with each movement,
she cried and came yet again, this orgasm more powerful than the last two
as she collapsed against my chest and shivered in the aftermath.  I was
near to going over myself, but didn't want to spill inside her; I wanted
her to swallow it.

   "I'm almost there, Veronica, A little more and I'll pump you so full of
cum you'll slosh when you walk." She smiled at that and shook her head.

   "I don't want your kids, Peter, just your cock.  Lets direct that
somewhere else." And she slipped off of me and down, kissing her way down
until her hands slipped around my shaft, silky smooth with her juices, and
then I felt her mouth cover the head of my cock and she put all of the
skills I had secretly taught her over the last few weeks to good use.  She
had truly become a Grade-A cocksucker, and she proved it.  Her hands and
mouth were a fever on my shaft, she fondled my balls as she sucked me, her
tongue swirled around me and her hand stroked me while she bobbed up and
down, moaning on me as she sucked and licked and caressed and fondled.

   It didn't take me long after that, I moaned and pushed up to meet her as
I came, and she swallowed it all, drinking down my cum and her fluids
together.  When I was done, I lay back on the floor while she kissed and
caressed my cock, teasing my afterglow to keep my in a semi-aroused state
and shivering with every motion.  The feel of her hard nipples and firm but
yielding breasts on my legs was wonderful, and I enjoyed the feel of her
against me.

   After we showered and dressed, she arranged to take lunches with me
regularly, at least three times a week and she posed the question of
meeting up outside of work for a longer rendezvous.  I told her I would
have to think on it, and she left after a long, deep kiss that I remember
still.  it was a kiss full of passion, and the first real sign that I had
been waiting for.Unlike the other kisses she had given me, this one was
real, unscripted and without artifice.  She was kissing me because she
wanted to, because she enjoyed it.  I had done the steering to get her
where she was, but now she was driving, and I wouldn't need to program her
any more...  unless I chose to.

   We had two more disceet meetings that week, and worried more about
fucking than eating.  Finally the weekend rolled around and I called
Veronica with the little devices I had placed around her home.  I placed
her in the purple and had her adjust the alarm clock, to turn off the alarm
for now, before releasing her.  I had no real need to place her in a
hypnotic state for the foreseeable future, but I wanted to keep things in
place in case I changed my mind.  She greeted me at the door with a
powerful kiss, her hands tearing at my clothes as I pushed her into the
house and kicked the door closed.

   It didn't take her long to get me undressed, and as she pushed me back
onto the bed, she stood and looked down at me, still clothed.  With a
wicked smile, she turned on some music...  one of my special CDs, I was
happy to note...  and she undressed slowly, provocatively, enjoying the
effect she had on me as each piece of clothing came off, she tossed aside
her shirt and then kicked out of her jeans, her bra went one way and her
panties came to me.  I saw the moist spot on the fabric with a smile and
she danced for me, showing herself off and really getting into it before
falling to her knees across my hips and then down into a deep, very sensual
kiss.  This had nothing to do with the programming.  I could make her
desire me, make her want me.  but this was something more and it would
cement me right where I wanted.  She loved me, it was real love and while I
had a certain lust for her, I wanted to fuck and use her at my whim, I
didn't really have feelings for her.  Though I likely could in time.

   She kissed down my body and took me into her mouth, sucking me until I
was so hard it hurt before her mouth came back to mine in an almost savage
kiss.  If anything she had gotten better at oral since our first fuck, I
hadn't thought it possible, but she was truly amazing.  She actually
growled as we kissed and caressed int he bed, arms around each other as our
hands did the exploring.  I managed to get her over onto her back and was
working my way down to her sex, the warm, wet feel of her against me had
been very arousing and I wanted to taste her before I filled her.  When my
mouth clamped over her pussy, she gasped and cried out, sobbing in pleasure
as I went to work on her, licking and suckling at her sex, my fingers
tormenting her clit as my tongue delved deep into her.  We had progressed
past words and into the realm of animal grunts and moans now.  finally she
drew me back up to her mouth and as I kissed her powerfully, she lined me
up with her sex and I slammed into her hard, filling her in a single thrust
and making her cry out as I started fucking her.  this wasn't the slow,
gentle sex we'd had at the office, this was brutal, animal sex.

   And she loved it.  She held on tight to me, scratching at my back and
biting my neck and shoulders as I pounded at her tight pussy, our hips
slapping together and my balls slapping against her ass.  I hooked my arms
behind her knees and hoisted her legs out to the sides as I got a better
footing to fuck her a little harder, a little deeper.  she was grunting and
baring her teeth at me, her hands caressing her chest and tweaking her
nipples as I pounded at her harder and faster.  Her breath was growing
short and I felt my own climax approaching.

   And when we came, we came at the same time.  She screamed in her orgasm,
the tide of it so powerful that her back arched and her toes curled, her
eyes rolled back in her head and her hands clawed at my chest, drawing
blood as she lost her breath and her voice, my seed spilling deep into her
heat, forgotten in the sheer feral beauty of her climax.  Suddenly she went
limp in my arms, passed out from the overpowering pleasure of the act, and
I lay beside her, slipping an arm around her to hold her close to me.  she
cuddled right in against me and moments later I joined her in exhausted
slumber.

   She woke me with her mouth, and the rest of that weekend we stopped
having sex long enough to eat and shower once.  I produced condoms after
that, not really wanting to get her pregnant, and when Sunday night rolled
around we were both completely exhausted.

   "That was fantastic, Peter.  can I see you for lunch this week?"

   "No, sorry.  I have lunch with the brothers tomorrow, and the rest of
the week it will be working lunches, I have a new client to entertain, so I
am going to have you take over the toy project completely.  It's your baby
now." She writhed slightly at the word toy, but I knew that it wouldn't be
any good for much longer, she was becoming used to it.  We made slow, sweet
love one last time and after our shower I triggered her back to the purple,
and shut down several of my commands.  The word Toy would no longer arouse
her, and she could dress as she pleased at work, with the exception of her
red lipstick.  That was something she would always keep.  Finally I gave
her a command that she would follow her feelings for me and do what she
felt she should do, letting her have the reigns of her own passion from now
on.  I had gotten her where I wanted her and had no further need for the
hypnosis.

   After a final shower together, we made plans for the following weekend
at my apartment, and I returned home.  I had recorded every moment of the
weekend and was planning to make a highlights video for my personal
collection.  Little did I know just what the next few months would entail
for me.  I had Veronica right where I wanted her, and that wasn't going to
change, but someone else had me where they wanted me, and what they were
going to demand to keep my secret might well be more than I could live
with.