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"Oh Bob, I'd love to come in, but how about tea rather than coffee. It is so much better for you at the end of the day." She swept into the kitchen to start the water. Her hips moving with a grace he'd admired before, but now he knew for certain how unconscious it was on her part. He only turned on the one lamp by the window. And he settled into his favorite chair to wait Betty's return. Tonight he was determined to have his coffee. He slipped a suggestion into Betty, the first he'd ever made to Betty, that it would be a nice treat to make coffee for him this time. That he'd be more malleable to her manipulation if she did something for him. He could see her mind fight against the idea, eventually yielding before it despite counter arguments from within her psyche. Egocentric little bitch, he reflected. She came out of the kitchen with two mugs. "Surprise, I made your coffee anyway, but don't start a habit of drinking this stuff at bed time, I won't stand for it!" She announced, presenting herself as the authoritative decision maker. It was time for this to change, he decided. He made a small adjustment, a little series of symbols to magnify the importance of his opinions in her mind. To back it up, he added a little program to make her question her own decisions whenever they affected other people. "Actually, I believe a cup of coffee is superior to tea late in the evening. Helps keep you alert for those end of the day thoughts." "Yes, yes. I suppose you're right." She confirmed smiling at him as though her agreement was natural. She curled up on the floor, about six or seven feet away from his chair. He watched her hover over her tea, sipping it reflectively. Her head was bent slightly, and with the angle exposed to him, he could make out the lines of her muscles and the supple skin from her hair line to her shoulders. Her hair, draped as it was across her shoulder, reached to her lap. He realized his reluctance to adjust her was fading, knowing just how self centered she was. He was tempted to turn her into a little nymphomaniac and set her loose in a football team locker, but no... Bob put aside the coffee mug, and sidled up against her on the floor. Startled, a bit, she looked up at him. "Yes?" she spoke, as though the presidential debates was under discussion. "Shhhh," he whispered. Bending his own head forward, he made a first, almost puritanical kiss on her lips. He followed with a second, less reserved entry in the same place. She allowed his tongue entry, but didn't make any motion towards improving the embrace. Leaning his forehead against hers, "come on Betty, open up a little bit, enjoy some tenderness." "Bob if this is leading to another discussion on sex, you can ju a touch. From below he could see her body was already pushing a strong desire up from the waist. He was stung by her venom, not the words, and another discovery, that she was suppressing the heat herself from some unconscious source. "Relax a bit Betty." he commanded twice, with his voice and also with the now all too familiar symbols from the book. She eased back, emotionally. He put her mug aside, still within reach. Then pulled her face gently to his own, giving the best kiss he could bring from within himself. She reluctantly cooperated, but didn't display the same passion. He began to seek out the source of resistance from her mind. Tracing back the streams of suppression into her unconscious, he found the image of a little girl and a towering woman. The woman was shouting about the evils men do, the horrors of submitting to sex, the terrors of marriage, men must be controlled! He recognized the little girl as Betty. Who was the woman though? she only bore a superficial resemblance to Betty. He formed an image of himself next to the little girl, staunchly receiving a continuous lecture. {who is that?} he whispered to her. {That's mama, she knows everything.} replied the child worshipfully. {Oh} He began to form another image of the woman, right next to the first one. She began to lecture on the evils of self righteous behavior, failure to live your own life, trying to run the lives of others. He grinned. It might not be consistent to apply this debate to him, but it might diffuse this fear Betty had of sex. He hoped. Slowly at first, but more quickly after a moment, the towering women began to shrink and the little girl image began to fade into a more mature image, more like the grown woman he knew. He withdrew from her unconscious, and was pleased to see her body was beginning to respond to the lusty necking session. It was time to take the next step. He pushed her onto her back, and began to shower her face and neck with little kisses and love bites. Her lovely hair splayed out behind her head. He brought a hand along the expanse of her shoulders, and drew it down towards her breast. "Please, Bob, don't" she whispered, following with a slight whimper as his palm drew over the nipple. "oh!" He concentrated on caressing the underside of her chin and neck with his lips while he teased her breast with the most whispered touches. "oh, Bob, I, I, I shouldn't. I can't, aaah, oh no." "You are overdue, little child, and you will find no better man to yield to than me." He allowed himself a touch of ego for the moment. Watching her face, he began to unbutton her blouse. She turned her head away, a tear, from confusion, drew a line across her nose. He reached under the blouse to feel her tit. He was still massaging over the fabric of her bra, but the nipple had become erect. Taking the tip between his forefinger and thumb, Bob rolled the nipple tighter. "Ooooh Bob." Her hips had begun to writhe against his legs. She let out another reluctant moan. He stood up slowly, lifting her in his arms. She draped her arms over his shoulders, around his neck. She burrowed her face into his armpit. "No, Bob, no, please let me go home. I can't do this." He ignored her plea. He carried her to the bed, placing her on her back. She looked away as he stripped off her blouse and bra, but moaned whenever he flicked his tongue around her nipples. She was still putting up a week resistance as he undid her pants and drew them off of her glorious legs. He always did get a thrill from admiring her well turned ankles. So he spent a interval providing a teasing tongue lashing to those newly exposed appendages. She whimpered and sighed, apparently uncertain what to expect. He stepped out of his clothes, and lay alongside the nearly naked woman. She didn't exactly refuse his embrace as he re-initiated the exploration of her lips an mouth, but she wasn't enthusiastically joining in either. Bob slipped another little control into her, pushing the hesitancy aside, pulling her excitement forward. She started to make a few affirmative actions on her onding her panties were still in place. They were skimpy, and showing a little age, holes in places near the elastic. He hooked his fingers in them and ripped them away, eliciting a startled gasp from Betty. Smiling, he worked his hand down between her legs and cupped her womanhood. "Bob, this is, Bob, we shouldn't, Bob" she was muttering, barely comprehensible. She wasn't aware that she no longer had any choice. Even if she resisted further, he had determined what he'd adjust, and how, to enforce her cooperation. This didn't prove necessary, however, and she plastered her body against him, plunging her tongue into his mouth. Disengaging his mouth, entering her cunt with a finger, gave her a wicked, possessive look. "Want it, or not, Betty, I'm taking you tonight. You will be my property from now on." she pouted at his pronouncement, "You will remain my chattel, and you will agree before you leave." "But," and she loosed a groan of unadulterated lust, thrusting against his fingers, "ooooh Bob!" He could feel the wave of lust washing her insides, and along with it a sense of shame over her lost control. Bob reached inside the bedstand drawer near at hand, pulling out a condom. He'd gotten these yesterday just for Betty. He knew she wouldn't be on the pill, but he wasn't going to let her escape his penetration tonight. "Watch now, you may be asked to do this for me later, and you wouldn't want to make any mistakes." She watched as he rolled the latex mitten over his erect penis, licking her lips anxiously as he did. He was uncertain if she was worried about his entry or getting it right later. "Oh Bob, your thing is so big." Her eyes were open as wide as he'd ever seen them. "Cock, Betty, say cock, or prick, or penis, or meat, or tool, or... Well, Don't call it a thing, not ever again." "Oh!" her eyes were wide open at the tone of command in his voice. "Spread your legs now, wide enough to let me get my body in between." She pulled her knees up towards her shoulder, craning her neck to see what he planned to do. He moved his cock along the tender lips of her cunt, teasing her a little. She gasped out a sound of mixed surprise and pleasure, followed by little panting noises. Her hips seemed to try to reach for him. He started to push into her recessed opening. "Aaaah, Bob, I forgot, aaaahh." He paused a moment, to let her speak. "You see, Bob, I've never, I mean, you know." He smiled, "I already know you're a virgin, Betty." Her eyes showed he'd understood, and she nodding affirmatively. Then he inched his way in, pressed against an obstruction he'd never encountered before in sex. She was his first virgin, although he was determined she would be only his first. She squealed in sharp pain as the hymen snapped. After a few more strokes though, she was in ecstasy again. "ooooh, Bob!" was followed by incoherent moaning and an occasional whimper. He took his own time, because he liked watching the series of pleasure/pain faces she was making. she was heaving herself against his penis, attempting to drive him deeper. She suddenly went wild, lunging her hips, thrashing her head from side to side until the long dark hair he admired covered her face. His come started to flow internally. His eyes clenched he pulsed as the tide of orgasm leapt within and erupted from his cock. She screamed with delight from a wrenching orgasm of her own. Probably, he reflected, her first and only so far. She came down from it quickly enough, still panting from the physical release. He rolled off and out of her. He patted her thighs before he got up to dispose of the cum filled condom. "On Monday, you go to your OBY/GYN and get a prescription for the pill so we can do this any time." he announced. She simply nodded, and curled up offer like this two weeks earlier, he might be making wedding plans with her right now. She was still egocentric, and he had already laid the program in place for her change in attitude. "No, I think you will become my pet. A sex slave and lover. My property to use or dispose of as I will. You behaved very badly making me listen to you whimper that we shouldn't screw. Now I think you need to be punished." "But," and he could clearly see in her hesitation the internal questioning of her own views and justification of his. Her shame at the behavior she still thought of as slutty also rose. Who better to punish her for enjoying sex than Bob. "ohhh!" "Why don't you take the cover to the laundry, right now, and get the blood you dripped off?" "But Bob, it's midnight!, I've got to get home or I won't get any sleep!" "You're staying the night. In the morning, I want bacon and eggs, say an omelet, ready by the time I get out of the shower." His change in demeanor had her stumped. But she apparently felt his assertions were appropriate. She folded the cover into a mass she could carry and took it, stark naked, to the laundry downstairs. He turned down the sheets and allowed himself a short nap while she worked. ==== Bob felt Betty watching him with tenderness. She had the cover folded on her naked lap as she sat on the edge of the bed. He could sense within her a thought he hadn't planted intentionally. She had developed an obsession for him. Seeking inside her the source of this obsession led him back to the source of resistance he'd dissolve earlier. Instead of the towering mother image before the little girl, there was now a towering image of himself speaking to the grown Betty who was virtually worshipping at his feet. The image was telling her she was his property, she had to do as he said. He withdrew the probe and opened his eyes. Well, he thought, interesting that she needs an internal governor to keep her content. Now that she's rid of mommy as a moral monitor, she'd selected him instead. Good enough for now. "Put it over the bed and get in. I want to sleep now." She nodded and slipped between the covers. He felt her nestle her bare little tush against his flaccid organ. He reached around her to cuddle her, cupping one of her tits in his hand. Shortly, he slept again. ==== He awoke, finding Betty with her eyes open. She didn't seem to want to move, since he still had her wrapped in his arms. She smiled as his eyes connected with hers. "Good morning." she whispered, as though the neighbors might hear. Little did she know, the neighbors were likely to be too busy with each other to care if she stayed overnight. "Mmmm, yeah." He untangled himself from her and looked at the clock. "Well, I gotta get up. You can make breakfast, just the way you are." Her face fell the tiniest bit, but perked right up again. "Right away!" she zipped out of the room. Bob took another slow, sensuous shower, enjoying the water's warmth. He got himself thoroughly cleaned up, shaved, and dressed. When he got downstairs, Betty had managed, even naked, to get the table set, make the omelet and bacon he'd ordered last night, and clean some of the associated mess in the kitchen. Good girl, he thought. "May I get dressed now, Bob?" she inquired. Her dark hair was tickling the top of her ass, and where strands of it dropped down the front, it almost slipped into her delectable little pussy. "Ah, no, I'm enjoying the view." he muttered, wondering if he could hold his urges back until after he ate. She shrugged and sat at the other plate she'd put out. He added some salt and pepper to the omelet, and began to eat. She waited with her hands in her lap. "You may eat too, I wouldn't want you to go hungry." She gave a wanton look at him and began to dig in. "Now, this week I expect you to start the process of moving in here. And I don't want any little nonsensical garbage taking up too much space, so check with me if you've any doubt what can stay." "Oh, really!, I can probably move everything in by Wednesday!" She was now rather gleeful as she attacked the bacon. He hung on every glimpse of her pink tongue darting for the corners of her mouth. ke her like a thunderbolt! "Who?" "Randi, another sex toy I own, a lot like you, only I think she likes girls a bit." Apprehension overtook the naked girl, she was suddenly trying to cope with the concept of sharing him, and possibly fending off the advances of a predatory lesbian! "She's very nice, I assure you. The two of you will get along famously." He added, watching her struggle with his evidently superior opinion against her childhood trained fears. He threw in something else to get her mind on something else, "I'd like you to try harder to wear sexier outfits around the house too." "Okay Bob, if you'd like that, I'll see what I can do." Soon he'd finished eating. He pushed his chair out and watched her clean the plate before her. "Since you are being so helpful this morning, you'd better take care of another little detail right now." "Oh, what...?" she looked puzzled. He beckoned her to him. She had the same sexy walk without the encumbering clothing although, he felt, some concealment added a touch to the effect. She stepped to him and brushed her hair back over her shoulders. "Kneel down." still puzzled she did, "now you are going to blow me." Shocked, she shook her head with terror, as though he was about to throw her to wild tigers. He grinned. "You will do this for me, but since you are frightened, why don't you tell me what scares you about going down on me." "I, I just couldn't take your th.., cock in my mouth! Its dirty! and, er, disgusting..." He eased each of her fears aside within her, as she mentioned them. Taking control of her volitional muscles he began bringing her lips to his prick. He pushed the control to the point her lips opened and that favorite little pink tongue he liked to watch snaked out and slid across the head of his organ. Gawd, that felt good. "I, , can't do this. It, its vulgar!" She said between licks. He firmly took a handful of the long dark hair in his fist, holding it so she couldn't move away. Not that this was necessary, but it felt so good to hold while he fucked her tender face. "You'll do it, and probably find you like it." a fact he was sure of, although he didn't enforce this enjoyment on her part yet. "Open up a bit." Taking the head into her mouth she rolled his cock between both sets of teeth. She was still somewhat repulsed at this demanding method of entry to her body, but she was showing determination to please Bob. "Eventually, I will take your ass too. You should get used to the idea that I will take you whenever and where-ever I want. Agreed?" He pulled out to let her speak. "Oh, uh, yes Bob, any time, any place." She dove into her new task with energy, if not experience. He relented a little, opening the paths of symbols that would allow her enjoyment while blowing him. She became more enthusiastic, almost immediately. She found any loose edge or surface on his prick to reach her tongue around. He started pulling her head towards him, starting her retching from the autonomic response of gagging. He allowed her to pull back to recover. While she did he moved her hands for her to wrap around his cock, she got the idea quickly and massaged it until she could get her lips back in place around her new project. He thrust towards the back of her throat and allowed his orgasm to build. "I'mmm commming," he admitted as he pushed towards the back of her mouth. She looked concerned, but as his semen lurched from his penis to her mouth she closed her eyes and swallowed. Pulling back, while he was still coming, some of his come splattered over her face. He settled back, enjoying the post orgasm buzz. She reached for a napkin. He stopped her hand with his. She looked quizzically at him. "You will clean up after breakfast wi was the simple reply. He zipped up his pants. ==== "Hello?" came the woman's voice on the phone. "Randi, this is Bob." "Yes, Bo..., er master?" "I want you to start the process to move in here, you will find Betty here this afternoon. She will give you a copy of the house key." "Oh yes!, I mean, yes master!" She'd certainly turned, he thought. "One other thing. You don't touch her. Do you hear me?" "Yes master." "She will have as much right to tell you what to do as I do, at least for now, do you understand?" "Um, yes master." "Bye." Click. ==== About noon, the doorbell rang. Pretty quick for Randi to get here, thought Bob. Since Betty was in the shower, he knew she hadn't stepped out to get anything. At the door was a tall woman, about 5'11" wearing a dress suit in gray. She had very short brownish hair, almost as if it had been shaved off and had just grown back in enough to look presentable. She was slender, very busty, and had attractive ankles showing above the flats she was wearing. "Hello." she said in a deep throaty voice. A whiskey tenor perhaps. "How may I help you?" he asked. The temptation to reach out and probe this stranger was strong, but he resisted. "May I come in? The institute knows me by face and may have searchers anywhere." "The what?" He replied, stunned by the implication that she had found him, rather than the other way around. "At the mall Friday, you diverted them away from me. Please?" She waved her hand inwards. Bob stood aside, letting the other telepath into his home, wondering what her story was. continued in part 7