Recruitment Drive – Part 2

Part 2: Company Policies

Oswald Goodman awoke to the sound of pounding.

He pulled himself off his desk, and shook his head, trying to pull himself together.  He’d fallen asleep face down on his desk the night before, scouring the internet for information necessary to set up his practice.  He hadn’t found as much as he’d have liked.

He cursed himself again for alienating himself so much from his peers and mentors back at school.  At least one of them would have known an existing practice he could have joined.  He’d expected troubles getting started on his own, but not this much.

At least he was starting to acquire staff, which was the first step.  If everything went according to plan, he’d be able to buy himself a little breathing room this afternoon on that front as well.

As he approached the lobby door, he heard Karen’s muffled voice.

“Doctor Goodman!”

He grasped the door handle, and pulled, causing his young new receptionist to tumble inside.

She laughed as she stood up, dusting herself off.

“Sorry about that, Karen.”

She shook her head.  “My mistake, shouldn’t have been so careless.”  She looked up at him and smiled.  “I see you’re freshly awake, as well.”

He nodded, running a hand through his hair while dusting himself off, before giving her a once over.  As expected, she was wearing the shirt he’d given her the day before, and it was still as tight and delicious as he remembered.  The skirt she’d chosen to pair it with was nice, black as instructed, with a few folded pleats that allowed it to move naturally.

Gaze continuing down her legs, he saw that she’d decided to wear a pair of black nylon tights with the outfit.  It was cool enough out that she probably needed something, so it made sense.  She’d even selected a pair of low-heeled shoes, which looked great on her petite feet.

All in all, she’d made herself look tasty without slutty, which was exactly what he wanted.

“Doctor Goodman?”  She called, to get his attention.

He startled back to reality.  “Oh, sorry.”

She smiled, and laughed a little nervously.  “You, uh, zoned out for a moment.”  It was clear that she meant something else when she said zoned out.

“Uh, sorry.  Just checking that you’re in uniform.”

She gave him a suspicious look.  “Well, ok.  If that’s all it was.”

Her tone was still accusatory, and he knew he probably couldn’t push many limits, yet.  He was glad that his suggestions from yesterday had held up, but he knew he shouldn’t rely on them lasting much longer.

Still, this was an easy problem to fix.

As Karen turned and walked deeper into the office, he called out to her.

“Karen, I want you to take a deep breath and relax.”

Karen stopped in mid-step and took a deep breath.  Oswald walked across the office to stand in front of her, and looked at her face to see if she was under.  Karen’s face was a placid expression of tranquility, and it was clear that his suggestion still worked.  Oswald had to stop himself from celebrating out loud.  He had work to do.

“Now Karen, I want you to take on another deep breath, and just let yourself relax.  Just take the deep breath in, and relax.  You’re back in your bubble, completely safe, completely calm, just relaxed, without a care in the world, without any thoughts at all, just calm and relaxed, taking deep, relaxing breaths, where nothing can disturb you at all.”

He watched as she continued to take deep breaths as commanded.

“Karen, it’s completely natural for an employer to check the uniform of his employee, isn’t it?”

Karen nodded.

Oswald wanted her to repeat back what he said to her, without having to tell her to every time.  He found something sexy about hearing her repeat his commands, so he wanted her to do that naturally.

“Karen, would you agree that it is important to make sure we understand each other?”

She nodded.  “Yes.”

“Karen, I want you to repeat any of my commands back to me.  You do not need to say them in their entirety.  You only need to say enough to make sure that I understood you.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.  I understand you.”

“And so you will repeat my commands back to me?”

She nodded.  “Yes, I’ll repeat commands back to you.”

Oswald smiled.  “Now Karen it’s perfectly natural for an employer to check the uniform of his employee.”

“It’s perfectly natural for employer to check the uniform of his employee.”

“You will allow me to check your uniform at any time.”

She nodded.  “Yes, you can check at any time.”

“And you will never accuse me of anything improper when I do.”

“Never accuse you, yes.”

“Karen, you want to always follow the uniform rules.  It’s very important for an employee to always be in uniform.”

She nodded.  “Always be in uniform.”

Oswald thought to check just how deeply she was under.

“Karen, it goes without saying that wearing underwear would be part of your uniform.  Therefore it only makes sense that I should be allowed to check if you’re wearing underwear.”

She scrunched up her face.

Oswald cut her off before her mind had a chance to catch up with what he was saying.

“Karen, you are my employee.”  He said it with as much force as he could muster.

“I am your employee.”  Her mind latched onto the simple statement, since it had been deeply enough seated the day before.

“Employees wear uniforms.”

“Employees wear uniforms.”

“And an employer can check the uniform of his employee, right?”

“Yes.  An employer can check their employee’s uniform.”

Oswald nodded.   She seemed to be responding well to his staccato of simple commands.

“Wearing underwear is part of your uniform.”

“Underwear is part of my uniform.”

“Checking if you are wearing underwear is something I can do.”

“Yes.  You can check if I am wearing underwear.”

“Karen I want you to lift your skirt to show me what you’re wearing underwear.”

“Lift my skirt.  Yes.  Show underwear.”  She moved her hands slowly to the bottom of her skirt, and lifted it out of the way.  She showed him her panties briefly, before allowing the fabric to fall.  He could just make out her white panties beneath the darker fabric of her pantyhose.

“Karen, I can check your uniform at any time.  Say it.”

“You can check my uniform at any time.”

“I want you to keep saying it until it is absolutely true.  Keep saying it until there is no doubt in your mind that you will not hesitate to allow me to check your uniform at any time.”

“You can check my uniform at any time.”  She paused, and then said it again.  “You can check my uniform at any time.”  She repeated the phrase a few times, and then fell silent.

Oswald decided to go for broke, and reached over to lift up her skirt.  She didn’t respond in the slightest.

“Karen, what am I doing?”

“You are checking my uniform.”  There was no hesitation before she made the statement.

“Excellent.  Very, very good.”

He already had some ideas for new aspects of the uniform policy, but decided that he’d let her get settled first, to take things slowly.  He did, however, have some other groundwork he needed to put in place.

“Karen, I want you to feel yourself getting colder.  It’s getting cold in here.”

“Cold.”  Was all she said, and he watched as her skin started to tighten up, drawing the hairs on her arms to stand on end.

“Good, your whole body is starting to feel cold, your arms, your legs, your hands, your chest, all of it, so very cold.”

She started to shiver.  As he’d hoped, her nipples started to show through her shirt.

“You really want to warm yourself up, don’t you?”

She nodded.  “Yes.”

“Well, why don’t you start by warning your chest up?  It would feel really good, and it would let you get yourself warmed.  You’re safe in your bubble, so nothing can harm you or disturb you, so it would be great to start warming up your center and work from there.”

She nodded again.  “Warm my chest, yes.  Start with my center.”  She reached up and started to rub her breasts.  While he wished she was rubbing her nipples, he was confident her current motions were close enough to twist to his purposes.

“In fact, Karen, you’re finding that rubbing yourself there is causing you to heat up, in more ways than one, but it feels good, it feels really good, doesn’t it?”

“Feels really good.”  She smiled.

“You want to keep rubbing yourself, don’t you?”

“Yes, keep rubbing myself.”

“As you rub yourself, you feel better and better.  It’s nice and warm.  The temperature is perfectly comfortable, and you’re just enjoying rubbing yourself, safe and secure in your bubble.”

She nodded.  “Yes, safe and secure.”

“Good, now Karen, I want you to continue to feel that warm, pleasant sensation in your breasts.  Stop rubbing yourself, and let your arms fall by your sides, but keep feeling that warm, tingly sensation in your breasts.  Can you feel it?”

She nodded.  “Yes, I can feel it.”

“It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Good.  Does this sensation make you feel horny?”

“Yes.  A little.”

“You like feeling horny.”  He made it clear he wasn’t asking.

She paused. “I like feeling horny.”

“You like feeling horny.”  He said it again, this time with even more force.

“I like feeling horny.”  She had much less hesitation.

“You want to feel horny.”

“I want to feel horny.”

He could tell he was wearing down her resistance, she was fighting back even less.

“Your uniform makes you look sexy.”

She nodded.  “My uniform makes me look sexy.”

He knew that one would take immediately, as it was just refreshing what he’d told her the day before.

“And when you look sexy, you feel sexy.”

‘When I look sexy, I feel sexy.”

“When you feel sexy, you feel horny.”

“When I feel sexy, I feel horny.”

Her hands started to drift to her chest, and he watched as this time she was actually rubbing her nipple.  He smiled, she was perfectly on track.

“So wearing your uniform makes you feel horny.”

She hesitated for a moment as her brain ran through the logic, before she nodded.  “Yes, wearing my uniform makes me feel horny.”

“Good, very good.  Now, I want you to imagine the horniness you’re feeling right now as a flame.  A flame can get bigger, or smaller, can’t it?”

She nodded.  “Yes.”

“Good.  On a scale of one to ten, with one being barely noticeable, and ten being uncontrollable lust, how would you rate how you feel right now?”

She paused, but he could tell it wasn’t resistance, it was simply thinking.

“About a three.”

“Ok, so about a three.  You’ve been much hornier then, right?”

“Yes, I’ve been hornier.”

“Ok, I want you to imagine a dial in your mind.  This dial is your arousal dial, it controls your horniness.  Like you told me, it’s currently set to a three.  In a moment, I’m going to say the phrase ‘turn your dial’ followed by a number.  When I say the phrase ‘turn your dial’ and then give a number, that’s the number that you’ll turn the dial to.  Do you understand?”

She nodded.  “Yes.  My arousal is controlled by the dial.  You tell me what to set it to by saying ‘turn your dial’.”

“Ok.  Let’s practice.  Turn your dial to five.”

Her nipples hardened again in response to his statement, and her breathing caught.

“Turn your dial to seven.”

She gasped, and started to look unsteady on her feet.

“Ok, turn your dial to two.”

Her breathing became much more normal and controlled.

“Ok, good, very good Karen.  In a moment, I’m going to wake you up, but your dial still exists.  Whenever I say to turn your dial to a number, it will still happen.  You will not hear me say it, and you will not know why you are suddenly feeling hornier, but it will happen, won’t it?”

She nodded.  “Yes.  When you tell me to turn my dial, I’ll feel arousal.  I won’t hear you tell me to set my dial.”

“Ok, Karen, in a moment, I’m going to wake you up, and you are not going to remember anything that happened since I put you under.  In your mind, you just got here, and we made some small talk, and you are ready to start your day working.”

She nodded.  “Won’t remember anything.”

“Ok, on the count of three, you’re going to wake up.  One, two, and three.”  He snapped to punctuate the count.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked over at him, giving him a smile.

“So, when do we start?”

“Actually, Karen, there’s something I want to check.  It’s just a little something, but I want to make sure, ok?”

She looked worried.  “Um, ok. What’s up?”

“Well, I just need to check and make sure you’re in uniform, head to toe.”

She nodded.  “That seems reasonable.”  She turned to face him, and stood up straight, as if preparing for inspection.

He looked her up and down, once again letting his eyes linger on her breasts and legs.  This time, however, she didn’t make any gestures to indicate she found the attention unacceptable.

“Set your dial to three.”

She gave no acknowledgment of the command, but also didn’t ask him to clarify what he’d said.

He reached over and gingerly grabbed the bottom of her skirt.  When she didn’t say anything, he slowly lifted it up, giving her plenty of time to respond.

Once he’d lifted it to where he could see her underwear, he took things a step further.  “Set your dial to five.  Good, I see you are wearing underwear.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her nipples suddenly visible through her shirt.  “Um… Yeah.  It would be pretty silly to forget that.”

He nodded, as if what they were talking about was completely normal.  “Can’t be too safe.”

“So, uh.”  She looked around the room, nervous.  “What do we need to do to get started?”

He let her skirt fall.  “Set your dial to seven.”  He heard her whimper in response.

“Well, I still want to take care of a few things in my office, administrative stuff, the usual.  Why don’t you stay up here, organizing things a bit, and make a list of anything you think we might need, Magazines, etc.  I’ve found more than a few surplus chairs and tables and those sorts of things online.  Why don’t you look for some that you think would be good, and we’ll go from there?”

“Ok.”  She said between breaths.  “That sounds good.”

“Is something wrong, Karen?”

She shook her head.  “No, sorry.  The walk from the parking lot must have winded me more than I thought.”  She leaned against the counter, clearly unsure of her legs.

“Set your dial to four.  Ok, well, if you think you’ll be ok.”

She visible relaxed.  “Yeah.  I think I can manage.  You said you found some stuff online?”

He nodded.  “You’ll need to set up the computers, of course.  There’s three there.”  He pointed to some boxes, they were clearly in pieces.  “Think you can manage?”

She nodded.  “Yeah, it’s all color coded these days.”

“I suppose they had to make it easy at some point.  Anyway, I’m going to leave everything up here to you, and I’ll head back to my office and take care of some things.”

She nodded.  “Ok.”  She rummaged around on the counter for a pad of paper and a pencil.  She smiled up at him.  “You can leave everything to me.”

He returned the smile, before heading back to his office.

Oswald’s stomach growling reminded him that it was lunchtime, so he decided to take a break.  After much searching, he’d found a friend of a friend in the area, who might be able to help him get his practice up.  Sure, the person was an orthodontist, but that should at least help him figure out what his procedures and scheduling should be like.

The main lobby was peppered in small post-it notes, Karen having found a stack.  He took a closer look at one, and saw that it had a small drawing of an end table with a flower vase on top of it.

“Oh, hey Doctor Goodman.”

He turned to look at Karen, sitting at the receptionist counter, the computer monitor glow evident on her face.

“You’ve been a busy little bee, haven’t you?”

She nodded.  “Well, yeah.  This girl earns her paycheck.  Have I thanked you properly for the job?”  She looked at him, a determined expression on her face.

He could think of some good ways she could thank him, but she wasn’t there yet.  Instead, he just simply settled for a nod.

“Karen, I think this more than shows your gratitude.  Hey, I was thinking of running out and getting something to eat, you up for food?”  He figured she hadn’t had much for breakfast, given her money problems.

She nodded.  “Yeah, I could eat.”  She looked down, a little guilty.

“Now now.  It’s my treat.  You’re doing the work of at least four right now.”

She smiled at the compliment.  “Thank you.”

“There is one thing I’d like for you to do for me though, if you would.”

“Anything.”

He smiled.  “I want you to take a deep breath and relax.”

She inhaled, and then slumped limply in her chair.

“Deeper and deeper, more and more relaxed, more each time.  Completely calm and relaxed, no worries, no cares, no stress, no thoughts.  Just completely calm and relaxed.”

She took a few breaths, unresponsive.

“Ok, Karen, now first off, I want to make sure that you know I’m really glad at how hard you’re working, and I want to make sure you’re proud of it.  Tell me you are proud of how hard you have been working this morning.”

“I am proud of how hard I have been working this morning.”

“Good.  You are a diligent little worker”

“I am a diligent little worker.”

“You love the sense of accomplishment hard work brings.”

“I love the sense of accomplishment hard work brings.”

“Good, very good.  Now Karen, where is your dial set right now?”

She paused.  “About a one.”

He nodded.  “Ok, I want you to set your dial to three, and then focus on all the hard work that you have done.  You feel good because of doing hard work, don’t you?”

She nodded.  “Yeah.  I feel good.”

“Good, you like doing hard work.”

“I like doing hard work.”

“Good.  Very good.  Ok, in a moment, I’m going to leave to go get food.  I want you to keep an eye on the clock, and every minute, you are going to turn your dial up by one.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.  Every minute, I will turn my dial up by one.”

“And what does your dial control?”

“My arousal.”

“Good.  Now, you can stop the dial from turning up by rubbing yourself, whether it’s on your nipples or on your pussy, do you understand?”

“Yes.  I can stop…”  She paused.

“Karen, you know nothing can hurt you here, right?”

She nodded.  “Yes, nothing can hurt me here.”

“Good, and while I’m gone, you’ll be all alone, right?”

“I’ll be all alone.  Yes.”

“Have you ever masturbated?”

After a moment, she nodded.  “Yes.”

“And you were alone when you did, I assume.”

“Yes.”

“Good, so you’ll be alone, and nothing can hurt you, so it’s perfectly ok to masturbate.”

“I. It’s ok to masturbate.”

“Karen, it’s perfectly ok to masturbate when alone.”

“It’s perfectly ok to masturbate when alone.”

“You are comfortable masturbating when you are alone.”

“I am comfortable masturbating when I am alone.”

“You will be perfectly comfortable rubbing yourself while I am gone.”

“I’ll be comfortable rubbing myself while you are gone.”

“Good.  So how can you stop your dial from turning up?”

“I can rub myself.”

“Good.  But it won’t cause it to turn down, it will only stop it from going up.”

“Rubbing myself only stops me from getting more aroused.”

He had to stop himself from laughing at that statement.  She’d just stop her automatic arousal, of course her actions would continue to work to turn herself on.

“Good, now Karen, while it’s ok to touch yourself, I don’t want you to orgasm while I’m gone.”

“You don’t want me to orgasm.”

“In fact, Karen, it’s very important that you don’t orgasm.  No matter how much you want to, you won’t.”

“I won’t.”  Her voice sounded small.

“Ok, Karen, in a moment, I’m going to wake you up.  As always, you won’t remember anything that happened while you were in your bubble, but you’ll follow my commands.”

She nodded.  “I’ll follow your commands.”  Her brow was furrowed, but she still made the statement.

He trusted the commands to hold.  Thus far, she hadn’t been able to resist.

“Ok, Karen, on the count of three, you’ll wake up.  One, two, and three.”  He snapped.

Her eyes popped open.

“So, any requests?”

She shook her head to bring herself back to full alertness.  “Uh, no.  No, pretty much whatever.  Don’t want to be a bother.”

He nodded.  “Ok.  I’m going to look around, not familiar with the area.  I’ll try to make it quick, though.”

She nodded, and he walked out the door.

Karen busied herself by turning back to the computer, clicking through the surplus stores she’d been checking out earlier.  She understood the doctor’s need to save money, so she put effort into bargain hunting.  All told, she was pretty sure she could help him outfit the office for a lot less than full price.

Her eyes darted around the screen, taking in everything there was available.  She started to feel something, and looked down to see that her nipples were hard against her bra, poking out through the tight, clingy fabric of her uniform shirt.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but it didn’t seem to help.  Instead, she grabbed her pad of paper and started walking through the office again, wanting to make sure that she’d considered what would be needed for each of the rooms.

Since Doctor Goodman wasn’t going to be performing surgery or taking blood or anything, he could get away with just simple consultation rooms, with chairs and the like.  There was more space here than he needed, and she’d marked a few rooms as storage space, available in case he ever got a partner or decided to expand.

She felt something moving between her legs, and looked down, startled that something could get so close.  Her brain caught up with her, and she realized that it was her own hand.  She’d zoned out enough that she’d actually started rubbing her own crotch.

Taking another deep breath, she turned to walk back to the main reception.  As she did so, her stiff nipples rubbed up against her bra, which sent a spark up her body.  She had no clue what was happening to make her so horny today.

When she got back to her chair, she took a look at the clock.  The doctor hadn’t even been gone five minutes, and she was really starting to get worked up.

She probed herself gently with one hand, reaching down the waistband of her skirt.  It felt good to stroke her pussy lips, gently, and she imagined them growling hungrily in response.  With the way she was feeling, it was certainly a possibility.

Glancing at the clock, she figured she had at least ten minutes before he’d be back.  Even if he had found somewhere quickly, it would take at least that long for them to make food and for him to return.  She probably had even longer.

She brought her left hand up and let it circle her nipple while her other hand rubbed gently against her pantyhose, hoping the stimulation through the layers of fabric would be enough.

She panted, keeping an eye on the clock, hoping the pressure of needing to be done before the doctor returned wouldn’t distract her too much and keep her from finding release.

Oswald knocked on the door to his office, alerting Karen to his presence before he inserted his key to open the door.  When he entered, he saw her sitting at her chair, but there was something different about her.  Her face was strained, and she was fidgeting awkwardly.

He nodded to her, acting oblivious to her plight.  “Hopefully, you don’t mind an Italian sub.”  He held up the two wrapped packages.

Karen’s eyes bugged slightly, and he laughed to himself.

“Karen, set your dial to four.”  He wanted her to be able to focus on lunch, and then he’d bring his plan together once she was done.

She visibly relaxed, taking a deep breath that she thought was all she needed to push the horny haze out of her mind.

“Thank you.”  She reached out to take one of the offered sandwiches.

“Ah, one thing, real quick, Karen.  I want to check you’re still wearing underwear.”

Something flashed in her eyes, and her face reddened.  She wasn’t hesitant about allowing him to check, it was his right to check that she was in uniform at any time.  Rather, she was feeling a little guilty and ashamed of what she’d been doing before he arrived.

“Um.  Sure.”  She set her lunch down, then reached down to lift up her skirt.

“Set your dial to seven.”

She felt it hit her, and she pressed her legs together, hoping he’d be satisfied soon.

“That’s enough, thank you.  Set your dial to four.  Let’s eat.”

She took another steadying breath as she sat down, then reached forward and unwrapped the sub.  She had to resist wolfing it down in two bites, she was so hungry.  Her mother’s reproachful gaze in her mind was the only thing that stopped her.

Doctor Oswald smiled at her as he finished his first bite.  “Set your dial to five.   So what are you studying, Karen?”

She looked over at him, and he could see a slight glaze to her eyes.

“Uh, business administration.”

He nodded.  “So that’s just general management skills, right?  Set your dial to six.”

She inhaled, sharply, before responding.  “Yeah.  Pretty much.  Project management, office manager, that sort of thing.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you got a job in an office then, isn’t it?  Set your dial to seven.”

Her eyes half closed as the tickles she’d been feeling boiled up into a full on heat within her.  She felt almost as aroused as when he was gone.

“Yeah.”  She shoved her sandwich into her mouth, grateful for the distraction, but end up imagining it was something else, despite her efforts to keep her mind off such things.

“Set your dial to eight.  You are glad for the job, right?”

She chewed, half closing her eyes as she gathered all of her willpower.  Finally, she swallowed.

“Yes.”  It came out sounding more like a gasp than a word.

The doctor made a point of focusing on his sandwich, and Karen did the same.  She was beginning to wonder if she should excuse herself.

Finally, she was through the last bite.  The doctor had a couple more, but he looked over at her.

“Hey, are you all right?  You look a little pale.”

She nodded.  “I’m fine, just.  Maybe there was too much spice in the sub.”

“Ah.  Ok.  Well, you look like you could really stand to take a deep breath and relax.”

She looked up at him for a moment, before her eyes closed and she slumped in her chair.

“Good, nice and relaxed, Karen, but still feeling very horny.  You feel very horny, don’t you, Karen?”

She nodded.  “Yes.”  It was half whimper, half pant.

“Well, Karen, I think I know why you’re feeling so aroused.  Would you like to know why you’re feeling so aroused?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, Karen, you remember the television screen I showed you yesterday, right?  You remember I showed you a television, don’t you?”

“Yes.”  She nodded.

“And what does this television show?”

“My memories.”

“Good, good girl.  It shows your memories.  I want you to see images forming on that screen.  It’s showing you Monday again, when you first came to me for the job.  Can you see yourself?”

She nodded.

“Good, now I want you to watch that screen, like a good girl, your eyes are glued to the screen, you can’t look away, and everything on that screen is how you remember it, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”  Her eyes opened, glazed over and empty, and she sat up, as though she were looking at a screen.

“Good, good.  Set your dial to nine.  You are so aroused now Karen, that you can’t help yourself, you have to rub yourself, somehow.  If your dial went any higher, you’d be unable to stop yourself from just openly masturbating, but right now you are still so aroused, you have to do something to help with the heat.”

Her hand moved up to her lap, and then started rubbing herself through her skirt.  A moment later, the other hand started to play with her nipple.

“Good, now Karen, I want you to see you and I on the screen in front of you.  We’re talking about you working for me.  Can you see us talking?”

“Yes.”

“Good, very good.  Now Karen, I want to ask you a question, and feel free to answer honestly.  Do you like sex?”

In her horny, addled state, there was only one possible answer.

“Yes.”  She practically sobbed the answer.

“Good.  Say it.  You like sex.”

“I like sex.”

“You want sex.”

“I want sex.”  She whimpered again, her eyes still glued forward as her rubbing became more frantic.

“Karen, I want you to focus on the images on the screen.  You and I are talking about the subject of your payment.  Since you are my employee, you of course get paid, don’t you?”

She nodded.  “Yes.  Get paid.  Yes.”

“Good.  Now you and I are talking, but you’re very horny and aroused, aren’t you.”

“Yes.”

“Good.  Would you like to have sex, Karen?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me you want to have sex.”

“I want to have sex.”

“Tell me.”  He paused, gulping, hoping that keeping her horny all morning would make this stick.  “Tell me you’ll accept sex as payment.”

“I.”  She paused as well, but her rubbing became more frantic as the statement bounced around in her head.  “I’ll accept sex as payment.”

He smiled.  “Good, very good.  I want you to see yourself, on the screen, talking to me about your payment.  You’re telling me you’ll accept sex as payment, aren’t you?”

She nodded, still panting.  “Yes.  Yes.”

“You don’t need any money, do you?  You’ll accept sex.  You’ve gotten so good living without money, you don’t really need it, but you really, really need sex.”

She nodded, but didn’t respond.

“You remember agreeing to accept sex as payment.  Tell me what you remember about our agreement.”

“I’ll accept sex as payment.  I don’t need any money, just sex.  Please.”  She whimpered again.

“Karen, I want you to wake up.  One, two, three, fully awake, remembering things exactly as you just saw.”

Her eyes turned to focus on him, but her expression didn’t change.  She was mindlessly horny.  Her hands still rubbed at her pussy and nipples, and she looked at him with a plaintive expression.

“Doctor, please.  I know it’s only my second day, but could you please pay me?”

He nodded, and walked around the counter.  Her eyes followed, glued to him.

“I think I can do that.”  He pulled down his pants and boxers, exposing himself to the cool air conditioning.  He was stiff and hard, aroused by the scene that had just played out before him.  He’d just successfully altered her mind to accept sex as a form of payment, and he was feeling the power.

Karen reached up under her skirt and yanked her pantyhose and underwear down.  The doctor patted the counter, and she shifted, hopping up on the counter, before pulling up her skirt, her other hand still mauling her now sore nipple.

The doctor smiled over at her.  “Karen, turn your dial to ten.”

She howled, something primal and low, and he quickly lined himself up with her slick pussy, her juices from the last half hours horny haze dripping onto the counter below her.  The moment his tip pressed against her, her legs darted around his hips, and pulled them together like a pair of magnets.  He slammed forward into her, sinking deep as she gasped, all reason gone from her mind.

He started thrusting forward, pulling back just enough to feel the motion before her hungry legs pulled him forward once again.  Her intensity was almost painful, and he knew that next time, he’d make sure she was on a more manageable setting, but this time needed to be wild and complete.  This time, he needed to make sure that all reason was burned from her mind, and that there was no doubt in her mind that this was why she came to her job, this was why she worked.

He wrapped her arms around his neck, before wrapping his arms around her waist.  He backed up, away from the counter, lifting her up as he leaned back.  He felt her arms snap around his neck, taking most of her weight, but still putting much of it onto their joined hips.

She gasped at the increased pressure, and started to pant as he lifted her up and then let her fall back down onto his still hard dick.  He thought about how she’d been eating so sparingly, and smiled.  It had made her so light that this wild coupling was possible.

He enjoyed the feeling of having her so close, and together the two fell into a rhythm, with both pushing and pulling to move her up and down his length.  They didn’t need any words, they both just allowed their bodies to do the talking, speaking something primal and raw.

Oswald heard her growl as he felt the first spasms in her pussy, and she clamped down even tighter.  She slowed, just for a moment, as her body spasmed, the first orgasm rocking through her.  She only allowed things to calm for a moment before she started to pick up speed again.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear.  “Set your dial to an eight.”  He felt her slow down, and adjusted his pace to match.  She was still plenty aroused for sex, but was starting to regain her senses.

Karen leaned forward, placing her head onto his shoulder.  He used the access to run his cheek along the side of her head, and she leaned into the gesture, purring with contentment, as he felt another shudder within her signal her second orgasm.

“Karen, set your dial to six.”

He shifted her back onto the counter, returning to a more normal pace.  She leaned back, shifting her weight onto her arms, allowing him to control the pace completely.  Once he set the pace, she used her legs to keep up the rhythm, but she wasn’t hungrily seeking out as much stimulation as possible.

“Set your dial to a five.  How is it Karen?”

“Oh god, doctor.  It’s amazing.”

“Worth giving up money?”

She laughed, and gave an extra firm pull with her legs.  “Who the hell needs stupid cash, this is way better.”

He looked down at her.  “This is all you need, you’re sure?”

She nodded.  “Hell yeah, this is all I need.”

“Set your dial to a four.  I’m glad I found you then.  I don’t know how many other girls out there would accept a pounded pussy instead of a paycheck.”

She laughed.  “I’m sure more of them would if they knew how good it felt.”

He smiled.  “Tell me you love having your pussy pounded.  Set your dial to an eight.”

“Oh god.”  She rolled her head back at his statement.  “Hell yes, I love having my pussy pounded.”

“And you’ll never ask for anything else?”

She shook her head.  “No, never.”

“As long as you get sex, you’ll be my diligent, hardworking employee?”

“Oh god.  Yes.  God yes.”

“Say it.  Say you’ll be my good little worker.”

She whimpered.  “I’ll be your good little worker.”

“And you’ll work hard so you keep getting the sex you want so much.”

She nodded.  “Yes.  Please yes.”  She paused a moment, then said on her own.  “I’ll be such a good little worker for you, just please, please keep giving me sex, doctor.  It’s all I want.  It’s all I need.  Please, let me do a good job for you.”

He pushed forward and pulled her close, and her legs clamped around him like a vise.  He erupted, deep up into her, and he felt her spasm in return.

He managed to say one last thing as they both collapsed onto the counter, him still inside of her.

“Set your dial to a one.”

She moaned again, and finally came to rest, desperate to catch her breath.

“Now Karen, I want to review the company policies with you, to make sure that there aren’t any misunderstandings.  Is that ok?”

“Yes.”  She nodded.

Karen was sitting in her chair, back in a deep trance.  Oswald had told her to head to the restroom to freshen up after their escapades, and when she returned she was calm and composed.  If he hadn’t been there, he never would have guessed she’d been the vocally wild girl he’d just joined with.

“Good.  Now let’s start with the payment policy.  How do I pay you, Karen?”

“By giving me sex.”  There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation or resistance in the statement.

He nodded.  “Good.  And do I pay you any other way, such as cash?”

She shook her head.  “No, just sex.”

“You don’t need or want anything else, do you?”

“No.”

“And in return for my payment, you’ll be my diligent, hard little worker?”

She nodded.  “Yes.”

“You know I like to hear it.”

“I’ll be your diligent, hard little worker.”

“Good.  You’ll do anything and everything to earn your payment.”

“Yes.  I’ll do anything and everything.”

“I need some more employees, will you help me find some?”

She nodded.  “Yes, I’ll help you find more employees.”

“I might even give you a recruitment bonus.  I’m sure you’d like that, a little extra sex on the side.”

She smiled.  “I’d like that.”

“Good.  We can talk more later about possible candidates.  Now, just like any job, you are not to talk to anybody about what you get paid, do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.  I won’t talk about my pay.”

“And that includes both coworkers and strangers.”

She nodded.  “Yes.”

“What will you tell anybody who asks?”

“That it is private, but that I am paid enough to be happy with my job.”

“Good.”  He’d given her that line earlier, but wanted to be sure it stuck.

“Now, Karen, I’ve gone ahead and drawn up a formal uniform policy.  In a little bit, I’m going to have you read it, and you’re going to follow the policy perfectly, and without hesitation, do you understand?”

She nodded.  “Yes.  I will follow the uniform policy.”

“And you won’t hesitate to follow it in the slightest?”

She shook her head.  “No.”

“Good, you’re a diligent hard worker, who earns her payment by following all the rules.”

“Yes.  Diligent hard worker.”

He smiled.  “Ok Karen, I think that’s good enough for the day.  On the count of three, waking up, not remembering being hypnotized, you never remember being hypnotized, but you still follow all of my commands perfectly.  One, waking up, letting all memories of ever being hypnotized fade from your mind, two, almost awake, and three, fully awake.”

He snapped again.

After a moment, she turned to him and smiled.  “Doctor.  I.  Wow.  I never expected working for you to be so, fulfilling.”

He smiled at her.  “Well, it’s not your usual arrangement, but I think we can come to terms.”

She nodded.  “I know I’m enjoying myself.”

He laughed.  “We’ll work out the full details of your rates later.  Oh, before I forget, I wanted you to know I’ve finished the formal uniform policy.  I want you to take a read, and see if you notice anything I might have missed.”

He walked over to his office and grabbed the piece of paper off the printer, then walked back, handing it to her.

“Go ahead and read it out loud, so I know you understand it.”  He knew she would, but he just loved hearing her say the commands she followed out loud.  Knowing that she’d be doing it while awake this time was just gravy.

“Sure.  Ok, so, employees are to be in uniform from the moment they walk in the door until the moment they leave for the day.”  She nodded.  “Makes sense.”

“Elements of the uniform.  One, employer issued uniform shirt.”  She looked down at herself.  “Check.”

“Two, black skirt, knee length or less, but not excessively short.  Got that.  Three, hosiery, preferably garters or stay-ups, but pantyhose will be acceptable, but could delay payment.”  She smiled over at him.  “Well, I’ll see what I can do, but we might just have to work around my limits, if that’s ok, Doctor?”

He nodded.

“Ok, moving on.  Four, dress shoes, heels required, but may be office comfortable.”

She turned her shoes to look at the one inch heel, and looked at him for approval.  He nodded.

“Ok, five, makeup is not optional.  All employees are to wear mascara or eyeliner, and lipstick or lip gloss.”  She looked up at him.  “Sorry, do I get a pass on new policies?”

He nodded again, but gave her a stern look.  “Problem will be fixed by next time?”

She nodded.  “Yes, absolutely.”

“Then it’s no problem.”

“Ok, part six, the uniform also includes your attitude.  All employees are to have a sunny, cheerful disposition.  Well as long as the payment keeps being that mind blowing I think that’ll be automatic.”  She smiled up at him.

“Seven, all staff are to treat the doctor with courtesy and respect.  Seven a, when around patients or clients, you are to address him as Doctor Oswald.  Seven b, when no patients or clients are around, you are to address him as Sir.  Seven c, when any part of the doctor is inside of you, you are to address him as Master.”

Karen reread that portion again, but it was clear she was just committing it to memory.  When she was done, she looked up at him.  “I think I can manage that, Sir.”

He smiled back at her.  “Good.”

“And finally, eight, the doctor is allowed to check that any employee is in uniform at any time.”

She finished reading the paper and set it down on the counter.

“So, any objections to the uniform policy?”

She shook her head.  “Of course not, Sir, everything seems completely reasonable.”

He smiled. “Excellent. In that case then, I wanted to check a part of your uniform, if you don’t mind.”

She stood up straight.  “Of course not, Sir.”

He reached a hand up her skirt, sliding it inside her pantyhose and then her underwear.  She made no motion to push his hand away.  He finally threaded his finger up into her now dry pussy.  He didn’t push very deep, wanting to just make sure she knew he was there, rather than arouse.

“Do you have any problems with this, Karen?”

She shook her head.  “Of course not, Master.”

He smiled as he pulled his finger out.  Perhaps setting up this new practice wouldn’t be so bad after all.