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 The Estate (C)2003 d.  edwards/san francisco

   Chapter 27

   At 7:59 the next morning, Dr.  Collins looked up from her paperwork and
watched the sweep hand of her desk clock.  Almost exactly at 8:00 she heard
the distinct fingernail tap of her head nurse on her office door.

   "Come in Delores." she said, smiling at her well known punctuality. 
Delores entered, carrying an armload of folders which she plopped down on
the chair opposite the directors desk.  Going over to the credenza she
poured herself a cup of tea, turning back to Martha and holding up an extra
cup.

   "Of course", she said, "Cream, no sugar please." The two of them went
over to the sofa where they usually liked to start their day, and Martha
handed her a thin folder from her desk.  "It's Jasmine again," she said,
"We reviewed the tapes as you requested and you were correct, there was an
unauthorized treatment to..", looking down at the folder in her lap," John
W, here with his wife Elena.  Full modification, regression, I see, but no
mention of anything that would cause her to treat him that way.".  Snapping
the folder closed Delores looked back at Martha.  "I think we should toss
her out of the program.  She's one of the best for what she's trained to do
but this kind of thing more than offsets whatever good she's done.  I've
got a man in there that's having a difficult time enough without her
tormenting him further.  Now I'll have to go and do a manual on him, at
least a week early, if the test comes out the way I suspect it will.  She
huffed with annoyance, surprising the doctor with her vehemence.

   "Well, I'll take that into consideration, coming from you".  Delores
gave her a thin smile, realizing that dismissal wasn't in the cards.  The
doctor continued, "How about a punishment that fits the crime?  Can you
think of anything that might....help Jasmine have a little more empathy for
our patients?'' Delores sat still for a moment, turning her tea cup slowly
while she thought.

   "How about curbing that little minx' where it will make the most
impression?'', she said slowly.

   "As in......" the doctor urged her to continue.

   "How about three months of orgasm denial?", Delores offered, warming to
her task, "Let her have a taste of her own medicine."

   Martha considered for a moment.  "How about a month?'', she countered,
smiling to see Delores grinning back at her, the familiar pattern of
negotiating comforting both of them.

   ''OK, a month", she agreed after a moment's consideration, and added,"
But I want a full chastity device, and I want Randy to prep her." Now it
was Martha's turn to pause and consider.  Randy was one of Jasmine's
'patients' when she first started working here four years ago, and her
enthusiasm for her task at breaking him was still talked about to this day.
He was now one of their 'drones' the nurses called the male staff, a full
bodied, sexually capable male that was completely trained and obedient to
the Estates standards.  That he'd endured her treatment put him in good
stead with the director.

   "Don't you think it might put his training at risk?", Martha asked,
knowing Delores' answer before she spoke.

   ''Well, "Delores paused, " I think it would be a great vote of
confidence for him.  He's been exceptional lately and this might be the
kind of 'reward' he'd appreciate.  It does have a nice sense of irony too,
doesn't it?"

   ''Fine, it's settled then.'' Martha said.  Holding up a finger she set
one last condition.  "I'll administer the device though; having you do it
would be a little too close to revenge I think.'' Both women smiled and
turned to the rest of the folders, the matter settled.

   Chapter 28

   Walking into her office that afternoon, Randy was a bit intimidated,
even after being here for several years.  She was the 'Director', the
person ultimately responsible for his existence at the Estate.  He tapped
on the opened door and paused, waiting for her to acknowledge him.

   ''Come in Randy, please, have a seat." Dr.  Collins said, pointing to
the chair in front of her desk.  As he settled his large frame she opened a
folder and read it closely for a few seconds before turning her gaze upon
him.

   "I've been reviewing your file", she began, seeing him blanche.  She
smiled to relax him.  "Oh!, Don't worry, you're doing an excellent job. 
Actually I've had you recommended for a particular task I think you might
actually enjoy." He sat back in relief, now willing his back to rest in the
chair slightly.  "You remember Jasmine, I believe.  '' she said, seeing his
eyes suddenly become wary.  "We have a disciplinary action that requires
her being.....ah....prepped,'' she began.  He sat upright, not believing
his ears.  "She'll need prepping for a full chastity regimen.  You know
what that involves, don't you?" ''Yes I do, Ma'am", he spoke for the first
time, a grin spreading slowly across his face at his sudden good fortune.

   ''Good, very good.  I expect to be able to install the device at 6:00
before she leaves.  When do you need her?'' Randy thought, his mind
whirling with the idea of having her....her!  helpless and splayed open
before him.

   ''How about in the next half hour?'' he asked hopefully, making Dr. 
Collins laugh out loud at his eagerness.  He grinned sheepishly,
embarrassed.

   "Dear boy", she chuckled, " I like your enthusiasm!  I'll have her to
you by 4:00.  That will give you two hours, that's more than enough time I
believe.'' She continued to chuckle.

   ''I just want to be very thorough, Ma'am.", he said, rising up, sensing
his dismissal.  As he approached the door she stopped him once more.

   '' Randy?'', she asked, her voice turning him around.  '' No
penetration, OK?" Looking at her soberly he nodded.  ''Yes, Ma'am.''

   Chapter 29

   Apprehensive at her being called into the directors office, Jasmine put
on her most professional face, hoping her demeanor would persuade Dr. 
Collins to go lightly with the scolding she expected to receive.  She
recalled her date that evening after teasing what's his name......John.  It
was so hot; everything she promised to that captive man she did in spades,
delighting her boyfriend to no end and making her panties begin to moisten
at the recollection.  She opened the directors' door and walked in,
confident and not too worried.

   'You wished to see me, Dr.?,'' she asked lightly.

   ''Sit down please,'' the director said sternly, not looking up from her
reports.  Jasmine settled down into the chair alongside the directors desk,
suddenly a bit more apprehensive.  She sat there for a full three minutes,
fidgeting, her uncertainty increasing with every second.  Without looking
up the director slid a paper over to her.  ''Read it.'' she said.  ''It's
the terms of your resignation.  You have 24 hours to get your personal
belongings off the premises.  This paper is your agreement to the terms for
severance pay.  You should sign it and start packing.'' Jasmine almost
fainted, sitting back suddenly and putting her hands to her head in
disbelief.

   ''I....I.....can't believe you're doing this to me", she began, gasping
her words, ''Wh-what did I do to deserve this?''

   ''That's exactly why we're dismissing you dear, you don't even realize
what damage you did to that helpless man,'' the doctor said bluntly,
glaring at her.  ''You're sadly lacking in empathy, and although that makes
you ideal for some tasks it doesn't justify our keeping you on as staff. 
''You're dismissed'', she finished, turning back to her papers.  Jasmine
sat there, her mouth agape in disbelief.  Close to tears, her confident
demeanor had evaporated under this verbal barrage and she was now
desperate.

   ''Dr.  Collins, please......I'll do anything to make you change your
mind,'' she pleaded, twisting her hands in agony, "Anything.." The doctor
looked up, pinning her with a sharp stare.  "We have a position as a
conjugal servant to the male staff, you can have that."

   "I.....uh...", Jasmine was speechless with shock.  Reduced to shop
whore.....!  She groaned inwardly, hanging her head to hide her sudden
tears, too humiliated to speak.  Martha was enjoying this, trying hard not
to laugh outright at taking this proud young woman down a peg.

   ''There is one other possibility...'' she began, watching Jasmine's
reaction to the sudden carrot being dangled in front of her.  Jasmine wiped
her eyes, smearing her mascara but not caring, undone but hopeful at this
new opportunity.  Placing a small shot glass of a pale yellow liquid in
front of the young nurse, the director spoke slowly, making sure she
understood what was being offered.

   ''Drink this, accept whatever punishment we decide is appropriate.'' She
leaned back to watch.  ''What....'', Jasmine began.  ''No questions, either
drink or sign the paper.  You have 30 seconds.'' Jasmine paled, uncertain.
She was terrified of the unknown and now the director was offering her
exactly that!  She groaned, wringing her hands in distress, biting her
lower lip until it bled.

   ''Fifteen seconds.'', the director prompted, leaning forward now.  Her
heart racing, Jasmine reached forward with a shaky hand and grabbed the
glass, quickly tossing it back before she could change her mind.  It was
bitter sweet, a taste she wasn't familiar with as it washed over her
tongue, and she swallowed.  ''There now, that wasn't so bad was it?", the
director asked, as Jasmine placed the shot glass back on her desk.  The
young woman sat back, waiting for something to happen as the second hand of
the desk clock swept past a minute.

   'It was a test, right?'', she asked, trying to guess the director's
motives, becoming more certain there wasn't a drug involved "You were
testing my ability to trust, is that right?''

   'That's right dear, it was just a test of your ability to trust others
on the staff.  That was your punishment.  You will need to be careful in
the future about who you decide to play with, is that clear?

   "Oh, yes, I understand entirely.  Thank you for letting me back on the
staff.  I promise it won't happen again.'', she said fervently, relieved at
the sudden reprieve.  The fear of being tossed certainly had scared her. 
''Fine then'', the director said,''You can resume your duties.  Off with
you now........go on.'' Jasmine hadn't moved, she was somehow stuck to the
chair.  Puzzled, she looked at the director who was smiling at her.

   ''What.....?" she started, stunned to realize she actually had been
drugged.  She tried to get up, straining to even move her arms off the arms
of the chair, and her feet felt as if they were stuck in glue.  Her scalp
started to crawl with fear as she slowly lost control of her head, her eyes
coming to rest on the pendant between her breasts.  ''Ohhhh.....my....",
her words were blocked by a suddenly uncooperative tongue.  "You'll remain
awake for your prep and the punishment we've prepared for you." the
director said, picking up Jasmine's head and staring into her glazed eyes.
"Enjoy".