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 I suppose I was bed and barely out of Rosa when I first saw Sarah eat cat
food.  While I can't control people outside the box's EM field without the
nanotech networks, I can still get them to sign things while they're
inside. I and my collection had therefore taken up legal residence in the
girl's dorms during the holidays.  Yes, legal - I got the headmaster to
sign it and everything.  His brain worked just like it was supposed to
while he was in the marquee, and I hadn't let them out until after I'd got
it signed and had confiscated the keys to the door.  In any case, I'd found
the dorm to be quite comfortable, now that teachers couldn't get in.  Every
so often I strolled out into town with one of my girls on my arm to see if
there was anything worth buying, but most of the time I had a set shopping
list and sent one of the girls out for it.  I hadn't realised the dorm
already held cat food - although there used to be a cat on the premises, so
really I shouldn't have been surprised.  But when Jackie dug out the bowl
and spooned a can of Whiskas into it, I sat up.  Rosa, who I'd just
finished with, sighed in contentment and began to lick me clean, while I
continued to stare at Jackie's odd behaviour.  "Jackie, what the fuck are
you doing?" She looked at me in total bewilderment.  "Feeding the cat,
master," she said.  Feeding the cat...  It took me almost a minute for what
was going on to click.  I'd written a line of brain-language code into each
of my remaining ten conquests which made them perceive Sarah as a
human-shaped cat.  I hadn't realised it would create a reaction like this.
Then Sarah crawled over and buried her face in it, lifting it back out
again with a mouthful being thoroughly chewed.  "Oh, nice," I said.  I
opened up Sarah's file and loaded in a compulsion to have mouthwash after
eating.  I'm not one for unhygienic acts.  Then I loaded a compulsion into
everyone else to leave mouthwash lying around in a bowl on the floor next
to Sarah's feed bowl.  Next item on the agenda; somewhere you could reach
while on all fours for Sarah to spit into.  Meanwhile, Jackie stood back up
and walked into my room, heading for the sink and the Listerine.  I watched
all this with a smile of bemusement.  This was one of those moments when
what I'd done really hit home; when I realised the power I had over these
women.  I could control directly or by alteration of their perception, and
when I did it by alteration of their perception it had side effects I
couldn't possibly foresee.  I felt myself beginning to rise again, and
looked down to realise that Rosa simply hadn't stopped licking when I was
clean.  I shrugged and lay back, leaving myself to her ministrations, but I
kept one eye on the touching scene in the next room - another bonus of the
nanonics; I turned the sensations over to the emotional centre of my mind
and started to multitask, running calm observation at the same time I was
getting excited.  Jackie put the other bowl down next to the food bowl, and
knelt beside Sarah, smiling fondly at her.  Emi came up, as well, and
looked down at her.  Both of them looked almost proprietary about Sarah,
which I suppose was fair enough given that I'd left her under their
control, two levels of the hierarchy below me.  Sarah finished gobbling
down the chunks of rabbit in jelly and gravy, and dipped her head again, to
begin lapping up the mouthwash.  This process is actually better than I'd
have thought; it wasn't long before she was gargling a mouthful.  Jackie
and Emi exchanged curious looks.  It took me a moment to understand that
one, as well; cats don't normally gargle.  On the other hand, their
perception of her as a cat was too strong to simply be written off like
that; so I left it.  I figured they'd probably just accept gargling as a
new fact about cats; a fact which might have caused them future
embarrassment in a social situation, if a social situation with anyone
other than me and their fellow slaves was possible.  Since, beyond the
shopkeeper-customer interaction when I send them out to buy things, this is
impossible, I didn't particularly worry about it.  I kept watching until a
little alert flickered into my mind; about to offload.  I switched off my
analytical observation and plunged straight into sensory mode, going right
for the maximum exposure to the pleasure surrounding ejaculation. 
Afterward, I switched back into analytical mode, but the fuss over Sarah's
feeding had died down; Emi was tickling her under the chin.  *Someone wants
to come,* I thought, and smiled.  "Rosa, just clean me up this time," I
said.  She nodded; not looking at her, I didn't see the motion, but with
her lips wrapped around me I still felt it.  I had an idea I wanted to try
out...  *** The thing about being able to meddle with the minds of my harem
in the way I do - viewing their minds as computers, with personalities as
operating systems, habits as programs and memories as the old history
folder - is that you very quickly develop a highly unusual view of the
brain.  I've looked at the layman's translations of a lot of neurology
theories now and, really, they're nothing like the way I now see the mind,
although I realise that my views are coloured considerably by the way my
brother put this system together.  But it did give me cause to wonder.  The
fact is, at the time I first had this idea I was transferring the files in
my own computer across to one of the dorm PCs so that I could use them
while I was shacked up in the dorm before I headed out to Uni at the end of
the holidays, and I was doing this down the phone lines, having forgotten
to bring my Notepad with me - I'm certainly not perfect at planning ahead,
nor have I ever claimed to be, though I think I've got most of the bases
covered with this one.  That and the computer/mind analogy the nanonics had
presented me with had got me thinking.  What I was really doing was
creating a duplicate of my original computer in the dorm one - which was by
no means the same physically; from an almost-new laptop to a three-year-old
desktop.  It couldn't run some of my programs - The Sims, for example, as
you needed the CD - but it could do everything I absolutely needed.  And I
wondered...  I shunted Rosa's memories and personality into long-term
storage in her mind and opened a remote-operation link, receiving all her
emotional and sensory data and reacting for her, controlling her body.  I
shut down my own body's motor responses.  And I stood up.  Rosa's body
uncurled from it's position cleaning my cock and stood up.  It wavered,
uncertainly, as I tried to get used to a whole new balance, a whole new
body.  It gave me a totally new perspective on the difference between dorm
PC and my Tosh.  I reached down into folds still moist from sex just prior
to Sarah's feeding and slipped my hand inside.  It was novel, never
previously experienced.  *Great*, I thought.  *Stick a man in a woman's
body, and he still can't find the clitoris immediately*.  I couldn't help
smiling.  What a condemnation of the male gender, out of my own mind. 
Still, couldn't be helped.  I multitasked again; wrote a quick program and
loaded it into Jackie's mind from base camp in my own brain, my own set of
nanonics, the master set.  *Come fuck Rosa, lesbo slut*.  Not exactly
subtle, elegantly-phrased or neatly put, and I'd have to erase the whole
thing next time I wanted to have her in person, so to speak, but it worked,
so what the hell.  Botch job, I know; I'll never make a programmer.  Jackie
walked into the room, lust in her eyes - which I was used to seeing - and a
certain set of her step that I wasn't used to.  A confidence of a different
type to the sexually confident demureness that I had by that time come to
associate with Jackie; a certain predatory aspect.  A woman who wouldn't
just sit back and wait for me to call her, but would damn well go out and
get herself a man.  Or rather, a woman.  She strode over to me - to Rosa -
and rammed her tongue down my - Rosa's - throat, seeking the same hunger in
me - Rosa - as in herself.  I returned the kiss, inexpertly - different
tongue and mouth making the operation almost as novel as when I had my
first kiss.  In a way, it was.  My first kiss in Rosa's body.  She ran her
finger down, sliding into me-Rosa.  *Her* finger had no trouble finding the
clitoris.  I reciprocated, and I shut down the nanonic controls.  I allowed
myself, for the first time, to be overwhelmed by sensation with no part of
me scrutinising my surroundings.  *** So *that's* what multiple orgasm
feels like.