8 comments/ 233912 views/ 93 favorites A Lady and the Student Ch. 01 By: StoryTeller07 "Freud based his studies on hysterical, frustrated Victorian women. He was a man of his age and not relevant today. I agree he changed our thinking but we've progressed since then," Margaret countered. "I agree, but did he maneuver psychology in the wrong direction?" Marvin asked. Margaret shrugged her shoulders. She was a geologist graduate, not a psychology student like him. Besides, she was thirty-two and hadn't opened a text book in years. Margaret and her ex-husband had a group of intellectual friends, often having discussions over a glass of wine, on every sort of topic. Of course, there had been arguments between the analysts and the behaviorists, though, she was no expert. Since the divorce there hadn't been many parties; none at all over the last few months. "Hypnosis," he said. She shrugged her shoulders, so he continued. "As a student in Paris he used it. Returning to Vienna he had success when treating patients. Why don't we use it now?" he asked. "I seem to remember he abandoned it because the results were poor," she answered. "Yes. That was because he wasn't very good at it. Hypnosis had a bad name with the psychoanalysts, due to stage magicians misusing it. He dissociated himself from it to keep his wealthy patients. As you said, he was a man of his time. I think it's about time we researched the subject fully and used it in therapy," he enthused. "It doesn't work, otherwise it would be used," she said. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes, of course. A friend tried it to quit smoking and it was useless," she asserted. "You said yourself the stage charlatans gave it a bad name. Subjects, hypnotized on stage, just use the excuse to behave like fools. They are probably exhibitionists, wanting to lark about and entertain their friends," Margaret added. "I could prove it to you. It does work," he stated. "I'm not a hysterical woman or a simpleton, young man. I can't be hypnotized. Besides, what do I want to be hypnotized for?" she asked. "You practice yoga and meditation, it could help with that," Marvin suggested. "I'm not sure. There are similarities, perhaps an overlap between the two. Eastern methods approach it from the inner-self, inward meditation. Whereas, the western approach is from the outside, with drugs, alcohol or, yes, even hypnosis," she mused. "You can't be hypnotized, yet you've been hypnotizing yourself for years, and calling it meditation," he countered. She poured another glass of wine and pointed the bottle toward his glass, which he covered with a hand. "What would be the point? I mean, there must be a certain task to aim for and a measurement of the results. Freud just used subjective experience, whereas today, we use scientific methods, empirical evidence," she replied. "What about a yoga position you haven't been able to achieve?" he asked. "There's lots of those positions," she laughed. He looked away in case his eyes gave him away. She had a good figure for a woman of thirty. It was probably kept slim through the yoga exercises. "We could aim for a deeper level of meditation. Difficult to measure, but you could score that. Then through a deeper meditative state, you could achieve one of the difficult yoga positions. That could be easily measured," he suggested. Thinking it couldn't be done, she contemplated indulging the young man. His enthusiasm, and the wine, had worked on her sensibilities. It had been refreshing taking in a student as a lodger. She had missed these intellectual discussions, and it helped with the mortgage - her ex-husband had inconveniently left it for her to pay. She wanted to keep the house and didn't want to lose Marvin's stimulating company. He was just nineteen and full of life and enthusiasm. He would soon learn that life wasn't so easy, and was full of knocks along the way. She looked at him sympathetically. It was no wonder he didn't have a girlfriend, he was too serious. He was a nerd, and bound to become a reclusive professor one day. "Alright, let's give it a go," she announced. "Have you got a watch to dangle before my eyes?" she teased. Sitting on the sofa she took a series of deep breaths while holding an arm out straight. She helped the process, by relaxing, and achieving a deep level of meditation. "Your arm is becoming heavy, you are drowsy, and your eyelids are becoming heavy. You are completely relaxed," Marvin told her. There was no need to say it, for she was already tired and relaxed, though that was the wine's influence. She had been working hard to keep the house on, make new friends, and coping with the divorce; all these things and more, conspired to make her feel washed out. "Listen to me and I will remove all those complicated, troublesome thoughts," Marvin continued to sooth her into a reliant and susceptible state of mind. "You are under my command now and will follow my instructions," he finally told her. The subtle instructions would be easy for her to carry out. He got her to repeat them in different ways, to make sure they were embedded. "You will not remember the instructions as my commands, rather, you will think of them as your own wishes. You will score the meditation highly. You will feel relaxed and pleased with the session," he told her. "So, what do you think?" Marvin asked. "I. I don't feel as though I was hypnotized, though, yes, I feel good. I did reach a deeper meditative state. It's difficult to score. I think it might be easier to score a yoga position, perhaps, I'm not sure how, but maybe we could try that?" she asked. It was disconcerting, offering to practice yoga in front of him. She wondered why she had. The frown on her face was lifted, when he smiled at her, as though she had come to the correct solution to a problem. "Yes, we should do this properly. It's no good doing things half heartedly, let's go for it," she smiled back at him. "Tomorrow then, we can make a start when I get back from classes?" Marvin asked. Margaret looked disappointed. "Well, I guess so," she agreed. Marvin stood up and wished her sweet dreams, leaving her sitting on the sofa, looking as though she wanted to say something. Not giving her a chance to back out of the promise, he quickly went to his room, to write up the notes on her progress. He had a good idea what he wanted to achieve with this subject. At least a start had been made, toward accomplishing the plan. *** The next day Margaret was busy with chores. It was a surprise to hear the front door open and close. She looked at the clock to see her lodger was home early. "Hi, how was your day?" he asked. This was a surprise, for he usually scuttled off to his room to study before dinner. "Do you mind if I make a coffee," he asked. "I've come back early to continue our experiment," he said. "Oh! Yes. I remember now, sorry, I'd forgotten," she lamely stated. A look of confusion crossed her face. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea," she added. "It's up to you. You said you wanted to see this experiment through, properly," he told her, looking expectantly at her. "Well maybe, just this once, as I promised," she hesitantly replied. He made the coffee and handed her a cup, making sure it was the right one. He watched her stare into the cup, obviously wondering if she was doing the right thing. After a few sips of the coffee she downed it and smiled at him. The drug used in her wine last night and in this coffee, were helping assuage her reluctance. "You had better get changed, if you want to continue," he stated, using the key words given last night, while she was hypnotized. Feeling unsure of herself she walked into the lounge where he was waiting. Last night it had been just a moment of fun, indulging him, in the spirit of a scientific experiment. Now sober, she felt foolish. She also wondered why she had forgotten about the promise. Otherwise, she would have had all day to come up with an excuse not to continue. Margaret felt self-conscious in the leotard, before a young man, who was sure to compare her with the young women in college. He smiled at her and she relaxed. He hadn't looked her over in a predatory way, so she relaxed a little more. Marvin gave her a big smile, from being pleased with himself. She had been right about the western approach and the use of drugs, but she hadn't tasted anything in the coffee. The simple suggestions had worked too, for she had agreed to another session, with yoga included this time, despite not feeling comfortable. They went through the routine as they had last night, until she sat compliantly waiting for instructions. "Go through your yoga routine," he ordered. He could watch her carefully now, as she impressively bent her body, limbering up. This was why she was reluctant to practice the moves in front of him. The stretchy outfit clung tight around her slim frame. It was pulled tight between her cheeks as she bent over grabbing her ankles. It was especially stimulating for him, as he felt like a voyeur. She bent and stretched, as though he wasn't there. He leaned forward, to get a closer look between her legs, and felt his cock growing hard. The temptation to push things along was strong, but he restrained himself from spoiling the experiment. There was a long way to go if he was to reach the target. "That was terrific, I haven't been able to get into that position so well in ages," Margaret gushed. She felt like a teenager again, from being so full of energy. "Meditation and yoga work well together for me. You were right! They were both enhanced through hypnosis. I'm sure of it," she emphatically stated. "Can we try another session after dinner," Margaret enthused. "I'm not sure, though, it's up to you," he demurred. He let her push him into it and laughed inside, when she insisted on something he wanted to do. Margaret entered the lounge with a renewed optimism and energy. "Hope you don't mind me wearing this, it should make it easier to bend," she smiled. Once she started the yoga routine he took a closer look at the stretchy bodysuit. It just covered her torso rather than all over, which the other one had. It was certainly easier to bend her body, for it was a much thinner fabric. It was also easier to see how smooth and flexible her body was. She only wore a thong instead of the large panties, which was obvious when she bent away from him. Her firm cheeks were plainly revealed, when she grabbed a hold of both ankles. In that position, with feet slightly apart, the outline of her crotch was clearly visible. He imagined slipping the thin piece of fabric to one side. These thoughts would have to stop! He had to look away, while imagining holding onto her hips, pressing himself up against her, and much more. Unable to take it, he instructed her to stop, and practice a difficult position. She was just short of getting her heels behind her head. The position was more frustrating for him than her. "You managed it, well done. You will remember that position and will feel very proud of your achievement," Marvin told her, despite the failure. After reminding her of the new instructions, and that they were her own ideas, he brought her round. "That was great! What a good idea it was, I'm glad we started the experiment now," Margaret gushed with enthusiasm. "Don't try the positions without being relaxed first, as you might hurt yourself," he warned her. "Of course not, I know I couldn't normally achieve such a high level without you. Thank you, Marvin. That was so good, I feel terrific," she enthused. "You really are Marvin the master, thank you sir," she said, with a bow, as though he were the yoga master. She put a hand to her mouth and giggled. She looked embarrassed for a moment then quickly recovered, when he smiled approval at her. She put a finger in her mouth, looking puzzled. "After that I feel famished, do you fancy a late supper," she asked. Speaking over the finger produced a slight lisp, but she didn't seem to notice it. "Do you want me to help?" he asked. "No, of course not, you're the master. You just sit and contemplate the next instructions to give me," she blithely told him. Bringing in a tray of cheese, crackers and wine, she poured out two glasses of red Bordeaux. "Shall I sit at the master's feet?" she said. A look of embarrassment crossed her face, quickly turning to a giggle, shielded behind a hand. Between sips of wine she put a finger in her mouth, speaking around it awkwardly, though not seeming to notice the lisp. "I didn't think it would work but it has. I feel so wonderful having achieved so much, in such a short time. You were right! You are a master of the art, and I'm proud to be helping you," she cheerfully told him. He was staring at her small, hard breasts, through the thin material stretched over them. "Is there something wrong," she asked. "Perhaps you should get a new leotard as we are going to be practicing so much," Marvin suggested. "I was thinking the same," she giggled, again lifting a hand to cover her mouth. This time she ignored the action, accepting it as normal. *** Next day she had already changed into the new leotard, when he arrived back from college. She slipped off the dressing gown and lifted her arms, turning around for him to admire it. "What do you think?" she asked. It wasn't a leotard at all, it was a body stocking. Despite having ordered her to buy it, he was shocked. He should have been prepared. The see-through garment was impressive, or at least her body was. "It's great, you look fabulous," he answered, without thinking. "I'm pleased you approve, sir," Margaret giggled. The little lisp was there even without the finger between her lips. He had gotten away with the remark, though made a mental note not to slip up again. He had to be careful what he said, otherwise she might shy away from the experiment. This time, when she stretched and bent over, everything was on show through the thin nylon. Before being brought round he gave her further instructions, as planned. Later in the evening he reinforced the instructions and as usual, shared a bottle of wine with his prize pupil. *** Marvin got up late Saturday morning; after all he was student, wasn't he? Margaret was out, so he assumed she had gone shopping, as usual. Halfway through breakfast she came bustling in. "Oh! I'm glad you are up, I just couldn't wait to show you the new outfits I bought," Margaret giggled. Before he could turn around she left the kitchen. He heard her run to the bedroom, with the large bags she had returned with. Unable to sit and wait, he started washing up the breakfast dishes. The anticipation was making him nervous. Had she carried out the next set of instructions, or had he pushed her too far too soon? "Here I am, sir. What do you think," she giggled. He watched her turn, swirling the light miniskirt up around her bare thighs. The low scooped top showed she had bought a push up bra to enhance her small breasts. "It looks great! Your hair looks nice too," he enthused. "Oh! Sir, you noticed!" she giggled, and put a finger to her lips. "I just thought blondes have more fun, so I had it dyed. They fixed up my nails too," she smiled, showing off the garish red fingernails, which matched the glossy lips. Margaret looked confused for a moment. She put a finger between her lips, as though it was helping her to think. She was confused over feeling so flirtatious. It was probably from not having a husband for the last six months. That also might explain why she was dressed in such a young fashion. She shouldn't be trying to please this young man. She was a mature married woman with a lot of experience to offer. That thought struck her hard. What must she look like to him, dressed like this? She giggled with embarrassment. Why in hell was she behaving like a love struck schoolgirl in front of this nerdy young boy? It would have to stop! She would have to take the stupid clothes back. As for the make-over that had gone too far. It too would have to be changed. "You look so much younger, Margaret. The makeover really suits you," he said. He gave her a big reassuring smile. "Let me make you cup of coffee," he added. Rather than run off upstairs to change, she changed her mind instead, and sat down at the kitchen table. "The whole look suits you so well," he firmly told her. "Do you really think so? It's not too young for me?" she asked, with a pained expression. "It's perfect!" he pronounced emphatically. "Well, it's a big change. I don't quit know why I agreed to it. I let the girl give me a makeover, without really thinking about it," she mused. "If you think it's alright, I guess I could get used to it," she demurred. "Perhaps you could give me an extra special session this afternoon," she asked. He watched her eyes, waiting for the drug to take affect. "Yes, that would certainly help you relax, and get used to your new image," he smiled. Having changed she joined him in the lounge. Again he had her practice the yoga routines and gave her further instructions. They were designed to be small, personal wishes, things she would want to accomplish. There were also small changes of behavior which she would unconsciously practice. "It's kind of you to help me with my yoga, sir," Margaret said. She noticed the little girly voice used, and stopped speaking. The sound of her voice was unusual, as though someone else had spoken. She cleared her throat and tried to continue. "Would you like a glass of wine, sir," she asked. Again she coughed, trying to regain her composure. She felt self-conscious of the higher pitch of her voice. It felt as though her vocal cords were strained. Not daring to speak she went to fetch a bottle of wine and some snacks. "When we started you were going to score the experiment. What do you think of it now?" he asked. "Oh! It's wonderful," she started to say then shied off. She giggled with a hand covering her mouth. The coquettish movement was interesting for he hadn't order it. He gave her a big smile of encouragement. "Something's happened to my voice," she said. The giggle and hand movement occurred again. She put a finger to her mouth, wrinkling her brow, obviously trying to think why it had happened. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure it will clear up. Perhaps you're coming down with a cold," Marvin told her. "Oh! I'm sure you are right, sir. You know so much more than I do," she gushed. She didn't notice the lisp, the finger to mouth action, or that she was calling him 'sir'. He wondered why she should notice the change of voice. "Did you go to university?" he asked, trying to sound casual. "No. I wasn't clever enough. I left school after high school," she stated, as though it were true. A geography degree might not sound much, but she had been offered a post at the university, with good prospects. She was an intellectual, holding her own, when debating with her ex-husband's friends. Marvin knew this, from her husband, when he asked for background information. "So what do you think of Sigmund Freud's theories?" he asked. "Who is he?" she asked, and responded with an embarrassed giggle. "It doesn't matter," he sighed. "I'm sorry, sir. Should I know him?" she asked, looking worried. "No. I was just thinking of something. It doesn't matter. You shouldn't worry your pretty head over it," he told her. Giving her a big reassuring grin, she perked up. "Yes, sir, you're so clever and I'm just a silly woman, sometimes," she said. A look of disquiet wiped the smile from her face. Margaret stood with a finger in her mouth, looking cute and girly. "I wasn't clever enough to go to university, like you, sir, so I guess that's right. I am a silly little thing," she mused. Having resolved the quandary, she gave him a big smile. A Lady and the Student Ch. 01 *** Sunday morning Margaret was up early tidying the house. The phone rang and she quickly ran to it, in case it woke Marvin. It was only a salesman. "We don't need a gardener," she said, meaning to sharply cut him off. Her voice sounded so immature and pathetic, she didn't recognize it. The sound of it was such a surprise it stopped her dead. She had always given nuisance callers a sharp brush off, and quickly put the phone down. This time she stood there in surprise, giving him a chance to speak. "Are your parent's home?" the salesman asked. She tried to deepen her voice this time. "No they are not. We don't need a gardener," she tried again, only failing to sound mature. She sounded like a little girl, answering the phone for her mummy. "Well, when will they be in young lady," he asked. He sounded pleased not to have the phone slammed down on him. "Err, they don't live here, they passed away last year," she replied. It was difficult to think what he meant. "Oh! I'm sorry to hear that," he said. He made a quick adjustment of his assessment of her. She sounded young and gullible and so changed his approach. "I should come round and check out what you need, how about tomorrow morning, around ten?" he said. "Will you be in at ten?" he asked, sounding firm and deliberate. "Yes, err, I guess I will," she admitted. "OK! I'll look forward to meeting you," he said, and hung up before she could object. It had been difficult dealing with the salesman, which made her pause to think why. It was an ordinary, everyday task, and she had found it so hard to handle. He had thought she was a young girl, from the way she spoke, not the woman of the house. Why had she let him talk her into accepting an appointment? There was a nagging doubt that things weren't right. She tried to concentrate, with thoughts blurring, the more she tried. There was a feeling of someone else, being someone else. It was a crazy thought which she shook off, determined not to go down that path, for it seemed a bad thing to do. Marvin was right she was coming down with a cold. That would explain everything. He was so clever and she was such a silly thing at times. She would have to listen to him in future, and not get so worried about what was happening around her. She was fine, there was nothing wrong. It was just that life became so complicated at times. An itch needed scratching yet she couldn't bring herself to touch herself down there. It had been growing stronger all morning. She needed to go to the bathroom anyway, so decided to do soemthing about it. She locked the door and undressed. She realized it wasn't her pussy at all. It was the hair down there that was irritating. There was nothing else to do, as much as she didn't want to, her pubic hair would have to be trimmed. Snipping away with scissors wasn't enough. She would have to shave. It was fortuitous a razor had been bought yesterday, while out shopping. It was a bargain, for Marvin, for all the help he had given her, though she had forgotten to give it to him. She was reluctant, for it seemed such a naughty thing to do, though the irritation nagged her into it. Sitting on a pile of soft fluffy towels, she began to scrape away, starting at the top, as far away from her vagina as possible. She hesitated over pulling her lips out of the way, to get at her crotch, but it had to be done. Soon she was clean, bald as a billiard ball. It was a good job she could stretch her legs out almost sideways, as it made the task so much easier. "Won't Marvin be surprised!" she giggled. "Oh you naughty girl," she said, telling herself off. Margaret got dressed and went to prepare his breakfast. He was making the usual man noises, getting up, and entering the bathroom. It reminded her of someone else, someone that had been in the house before Marvin, though it was difficult to think who that might be. She removed the finger from her mouth and shook her head. Being confused over a distant, half memory was becoming a familiar feeling, more easily dismissed as time progressed. "Good morning, sir," Margaret said, in welcome. She shivered in delight when he gave her a big grin. "Breakfast will be ready in a moment, sir," she giggled. A girly voice with a lisp, and the giggle, fit well together, confirming good progress with the project. "Didn't you buy two outfits yesterday?" he asked. "Yes, sir, I did. Don't you like this one?" she asked, with a pout, and the inevitable finger between her lips. "It's lovely," he said, with a big smile. "I just thought you would want to show me the other one," he said. "Oh! Yes, of course, sir," she gushed. "No, not right now, let's finish breakfast first," he said, before she could rush off and change. She had waited until he got up before having breakfast, so joined him. She kept quiet not knowing what to say. It was a pleasure just being close to him. "Can I go and get changed now, sir?" she asked. In addition to the little cute voice, she now sounded excited and breathless, eager to please. She called to him so he walked to her bedroom, realizing he had never seen it before. She stood there looking crestfallen. "I'm sorry sir, I can't get this thing right," she complained. "Could you tell me what to do?" she asked. "You look wonderful!" he told her with genuine enthusiasm. The skirt was short but the dress was a micro-mini. The new top was scooped low and cut short, showing off a flat tummy. He had seen her lithe body in the body stocking, so knew she had small breasts, though, in the push-up bra, she had a nice cleavage. "It's marvelous, you look beautiful, gorgeous," he enthused. "Thank you, sir. I can't get these stockings on. I did so want to look my best for you," Margaret complained. "Please help me, sir," she asked. At first it was difficult to understand what she meant. When she held up a garter belt, he understood. The tangle of straps made it look like an octopus, after a fight. Marvin untangled the mess of straps then knelt on the floor, at her feet. "Lift the dress up," he told her. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, on seeing the little pair of panties hugging her pussy. She had shaved, in compliance with instructions. "Put a hand on my shoulder to steady your-self. Lift a foot, now the other one," he told her. Sliding the ring of silk up her legs, to her hips, he managed to tighten it into place. "Keep a tight hold of my shoulder," he warned. She was fidgeting, making it difficult to get a stocking onto her foot. He decided to roll it up and try again. Margaret felt terrible lifting her dress up like this before a young man. It was wrong. He was a handsome young guy and could see her panties. She could feel his breath over her thighs and it was making her feel weak. Little tingling trembles were running through her tummy. "Stop fidgeting or I'll slap you bottom," he said. "Sorry, sir, I'm trying to keep still, honest," she earnestly replied. Clipping the catches to the stocking tops was difficult. After a moment or two the task was completed. He looked at her still holding up the dress for his approval. She turned around, showing off her rear. Framed by the suspenders and stockings, was a perfect, heart shaped bottom. It had been kept firm from yoga exercises. He just knelt before it, staring at a beautiful bottom, with an honest appreciation. "Are the seams straight, sir," she asked. He hadn't noticed. He started to straighten them, taking his time, liking the feel of her legs in nylons. "Thank you, sir. I'm such a silly thing, I just got in a tangle," she apologized. "Well, it was worth it! You look wonderful," he told her. She let go of the hem, which still didn't cover much, as it showed off the stocking tops with the slightest movement. She swung her hips from side to side looking demure. "What should we do to day, sir," she asked. She was looking at him through long eyelashes, giggling, with a look full of suggestion. His cock was already hard, now it was ready to explode. He needed to calm down. There was a little way to go yet, before he could take her. It was tempting to rush things along, but it would be worth the wait. Margaret felt disappointed. Marvin wasn't taking as much interest in her as she felt he should. She had dressed up for him in the lovely pink dress and yet he had left on an errand. She wanted him to hold her tight, and cuddle her, while saying nice things to her. It occurred to her that cuddling a student, lodging in her home, might not be the right thing to do. She shook her head to clear it of silly thoughts. Of course it would be perfectly reasonable, for he was Marvin the master, Marvin the wonderful. Looking at her self in the mirror cleared any doubts. She was a pretty little thing, all dressed up for him, ready for his return. He would know what to do with her when he got back. "I'm such a silly little thing, I'll have to try and be patient," she giggled. *** Marvin had a successful meeting with the husband. It was lucrative too, as he paid another installment on the deal. As soon as he got back, Margaret called to him from the kitchen, sounding distressed. "I'm so glad you're back, I need your help, sir," she pleaded. Margaret had a finger in her mouth, swinging her hips from side to side, looking pathetic and vulnerable. "What's the matter, what happened?" Marvin asked. "The washer, I tried to make it work but it won't do anything," she complained. A tear formed in the corner of her eye, looking like a little girl lost. Marvin was at a loss too, for he had others to carry out such mundane tasks. He went through checking the controls and eventually it started. The power had been switched off. Margaret had always been strict about switching everything off when not in use, now she became confused over such small details. "You are such a clever man, sir. I'm such a silly little thing, I don't know what I would do without you," she gushed. He gave her a hug, to mollify her, and she nearly wet herself with pleasure. "You sit down and I'll make us a coffee," he told her. "I should be doing that! Oh! OK! I'll do as I'm told, thank you, sir," she demurred. She sipped the coffee, and when finished, he waited while it took affect. "You need to remember how to keep house. All the things you did before, you can do now. You won't be able to cope with book keeping and correspondence. You will need my help, with mail, bills and especially official forms. You never made it through high school, so you won't be able to cope with complicated reading and writing," he firmly told her. "There's no need to get upset over things, because there will be a man around to help you out," he added. "You had better get ready for another yoga session," he told her. In the lounge she loosened up, stretching the sheer body-stocking, until it almost burst. "That leotard seems to be very restricting. Perhaps it would be better taking it off," he suggested. "Oh! I'm not sure," she exclaimed, looking shocked. "It's up to you, it's just a suggestion," he remarked. He wiped the smile off his face, replacing it with a disappointed look. "Well, if you're sure, it wouldn't be rude would it?" she asked. "No, not at all, it's all a part of the experiment. You have a perfect shape, a lovely body, so there's no need to be shy," he smiled. "Oh! OK. Silly little me! I thought it would be rude. Of course you know best, sir," she agreed. When he gave her a big grin of approval over the correct decision, she hastily shed the body-stocking. "Sit on the floor and try to stretch your legs out, that's it, right out sideways. Don't push it too much," he warned her, for she was trying hard to please. He noticed she looked embarrassed, from showing off her shaved pussy so lewdly, yet continued to follow instructions. He had noticed her bare pussy earlier, when dressing her, only now he could see it in all its glory. "Now up on your haunches, with hands on your knees. Look down but push your shoulders back. Well done, that's a perfect pose," he encouraged her. "You will get used to being naked and it won't bother you at all. It's perfectly natural to show off your body, because it's so beautiful, like a work of art. You've seen naked figures in an art gallery and you are much more beautiful. You will wear a leotard when practicing by yourself. You can practice during the week, while I'm in college," he told her. It was a lie that he was going to college, though, the way things were progressing, she would find out soon enough. Just a few more sessions and she would be ready. "You feel wonderfully, full of energy after your yoga session. You look years younger and feel years younger. Like an eighteen year old again," he told her. "Oh thank you so much, sir. I do feel good. Can I give you a big hug for helping me so much?" she asked. The girly, awkward pose, with toes pointed inward, a wiggle of the hips, and demure look, was even more provocative while she was naked. How could he refuse! He stood up from the sofa and wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you, sir. Your silly little thing is so grateful, for all you have done," she gushed. He looked deeply into her eyes. "You have done very well. You are a beautiful young woman and I will guide you, until you are a perfect little. . ." he almost told her she was to become a bimbo, but refrained in time. "I am a silly little thing, and will just love to be perfect for you," she cooed. "What ever you want me to do, I will try my hardest to do," she earnestly said. "Good girl. One more thing, do you want me to give you a pet name?" he asked. "Oh! Yes please, sir. Could it be something sweet and silly, just to suit me," she asked. He was still holding her close, and she was jumping up and down excitedly, rubbing her body against him. "Do you like, Candy?" he asked. "Oh! Yes! That's such a lovely name, for a silly little thing like me! Candy, I'm Candy, I love it, sir," she excitedly agreed. "Well Candy, go and get dressed. Then make us a meal to celebrate your new pet name," he told her, with a pleasant laugh. "Am I now your pet, sir? If I am, your silly little pet must call you master," she said, with a look of confusion on her face. "Do you want to be?" he asked, with a chuckle. "Well, you do look after me, and tell me what to do. You gave me a pet name. So, I am your little pet. I need you to look after me, and need you to tell me what to do, master. Please, can I be your little pet, master," Candy gushed. Marvin looked at her. Looking up at him through long eyelashes, with such a pleading look, he had to give in. This was unexpected, as her simple logic had brought her to a conclusion he hadn't foreseen. "What kind of pet do you want to be? A puppy, a kitten, or a pet-girl?" he asked. "Oh? They all sound so fluffy and nice," she answered, looking pathetically indecisive. "Your master will decide for you. You're my pet-girl," he declared. "Thank you, master," she yelped with pleasure. She clung on to him, not wanting to leave his strong arms. "You must be a good little pet-girl, or I'll spank you," he warned her. "Go and get dressed. You have a meal to prepare," he chided her. He slapped her bare ass, to get her moving, and she scampered off in a perfect state of bliss. A Lady and the Student Ch. 02 Margaret opened the kitchen door wearing a vacant look. Standing there, with a salesman's smile, was a large, rough looking man. Bill was a hard working guy who enjoyed gardening, and building up a small business. Last Sunday he phoned around the neighborhood, something he hated doing, as people just slammed the phone down. As usual just one person responded, so there he was, hoping to gain some new business. The smile on his face froze as he looked over the young woman. She was dressed in pink, though it was the clothes rather than the color, gripping his attention. Lonely, bored housewives sometimes dressed up, or paraded around in a flimsy dressing gown, when he arrived on a regular job. He was used to their games and the teasing, which was usually just a bit of fun. It wouldn't lead to anything, most times. It was the daughters, trying out their new found power over men, who were the problem, not the housewives. He was handsome in a rugged, weather beaten way, though at forty-five, why did they pick on him? It was because he was the hired help, so they saw him as being a safe target, to practice their little games. He just ignored them, until they got bored. Bill figured this one was into that 'cos play' thing, dressing up as a character from a magazine or film. Though, she looked a bit old for the outfit and that sort of dress-up game. She just stood there looking stupid, so he reminded her of the phone call. "I'll come in and explain what I can do for you," he ventured. It was often the best approach, to push them along, until they signed up to something. "Uhhh? OK!" Margaret agreed, and walked back into the kitchen. She had mastered the art of walking in high heels, and was proudly showing off, wiggling her ass in front of him. "The dress is very nice," he awkwardly said. Knowing from experience, it was a good start, to compliment a woman on her clothes and home. "What are you?" he asked, while looking over the costume. "Oh! Err. I'm a dumb blonde. It's gorgeous isn't it?" she giggled, while flashing her eyes at him. Margaret blinked rapidly, wondering why she had uttered such a humiliating remark. The thought became muzzy as he smiled at her, so she pushed it aside. That was no surprise! It was certainly the most unsubtle costume he'd seen in a long time. She was attractive, and could almost be mistaken for a young, dumb blonde. This woman was hot, so he would have to watch himself, or there might be trouble. He didn't want to be teased into going further than she wanted. She no longer gave a thought, to the silly little girly voice, and giggles. A few days ago, Margaret had been an intellectual. She had been able to debate the latest scientific ideas with friends, holding her own in an argument, with a forceful opinion. Now she looked through glossy, girly magazines, swooning over the fashion pictures. She tried to follow the writing, with a finger, only to find the meaning blurred in her silly head. He was uncomfortable in the silence, for she just stood there looking vacant. "I see you're making a coffee, you can make me a cup too," he said, with a generous smile. "Oh! For sure, sir," she answered, with a cute grin lighting her face. The man had told her to make a coffee, which meant he was a 'Sir'. She would have to pay attention to his orders. Margaret was on safe ground with domestic chores. She had been told, by her master, to remember how to carry out mundane tasks. "My names Bill, what's yours?" he asked, while she was busy making the coffee. The question seemed to throw her, as though she couldn't concentrate on two things at once. She was about to say her name but it didn't seem right, as though it belonged to someone else. She put a finger to her lips, as it always seemed to help her concentrate. She wanted to say something beginning with 'M', though the thought escaped her. "My names Candy, isn't it sweet," Margaret giggled. As soon as she said the new name, a calm reassurance returned, replacing the confused thoughts. Bill sighed. This was going to take awhile, and the inane giggling was already getting on his nerves. She bent over to get something out of a cupboard, wiping all thoughts about the giggle from his mind. Under the short dress she wore a thong, showing off a peachy, heart shaped ass. He blinked his eyes, thinking he might go blind from the pure, perfect brilliance of it. "Coffee, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?" Candy asked, as she had learnt to say. The hypnotic suggestion, helped along with a drug, had her behaving exactly as Marvin ordered. The once clear thinking woman thought she was an unintelligent air-head, and behaved like one. There were a few more stages yet, but she would soon be a perfect bimbo. "Is your husband home? OK. When will he be home?" Bill asked, trying not to think of her cute ass. It was tedious getting an answer from the simpleton. She would screw up her face in concentration, after the simplest of questions. He figured she was just playing a game, based on some television soap character, everyone knew about except him. Candy hesitated, trying to remember a husband. There was a dim memory of being married, though it seemed to belong to someone else. The husband idea was probably from a favorite soap, on television. The idea became too difficult to tackle and she giggled, forgetting all about it. "I don't have a husband, sir," Candy eventually answered. This was going to be more difficult to handle than he first thought. If she continued to flash her ass at him, he would have to leave. These teasing women were all the same. If he dared touch her she would cry foul, and accuse him of molesting her. He unfolded a brochure, trying to concentrate on the job, to clear his mind. "You need to get the lawn treated and cut," he said, trying not to look at her. "These two figures should do it," he said. He looked at her in dismay. She was adding the cost up with her fingers. "I'm such a silly head, how much is that," Candy asked. He told her how much both would cost, with a sigh of exasperation. He was about to ask what she thought, deciding instead to change the approach. "That's a good price, I'll start next Monday," he told her. "Umm, I guess. If you think it's OK," she cooed. "Excuse me, you have something, err, dangling," he pointed out. Below the hem of the dress a pink strap had fallen, swinging between her legs. For a moment he thought it was the thong, but it had a clip on it. "Oh! I'm such a silly dumb blonde," she exclaimed. Pulling at the strap lifted the front of the dress. She lifted it higher, pulling the hem around her hips. Bill should have turned away, only it was impossible. The little pink panties gripped her pussy and his attention. It was obviously hairless, for the silk cupped her so tight at the crotch. "I tried to put it on. It's so pretty. It's so hard to do," she pouted, petulantly, almost stamping a foot. "Just look at it. It's caught in my panties. The stockings look so good with it, I need to get it right," Candy complained. "Will you help me, please?" she whined. "I'm, err, not sure," he gruffly answered. He continued to stare, right between her legs, wondering if he should or not. "I can't leave it like this, just dangling about, it looks bad," she complained, in a whining voice. She gave it a tug. "It's stuck. I'll have to pull my panties off," she said. "No! Don't do that. I'll see what I can do," Bill told her, regretting the offer, as it left his mouth. It was her game. She had roped him in, so how could she complain? "Are you over eighteen?" he asked. It was obvious she was, though he thought it best to ask. "Yes, sir" she assured him. An idea, that she was a thirty-year old woman, came to mind. The idea was wrong. The way she was dressed and talked, meant she was just a silly, blonde girly. The idea was quickly pushed away, as it was just a number anyway, so why concern herself with such confusing thoughts. It left her feeling happier and she smiled dreamily. Bill got down on his knees before her, so close to the silk panties he could have bitten her pussy. His breath wafted over her thighs, bringing out goose bumps over them. He pushed a finger into one side of the thong, to extract the suspender belt. "You sure you want me to fix this?" he asked. "Uuhhaaa! Please, sir," she pleaded. About to tell her to turn around, he thought better of it, not wanting to be that close to her tempting ass. He wrapped both arms around her hips to fasten the catch. It was fiddly, with his big calloused fingers. He had to lean forward, closer still to her panties, breathing upon the little patch of material, only just covering her pussy. The job was done. He hadn't taken advantage of her. Not daring to touch her accidently, however tempting it had been. He knelt there looking up at her. She just stood there, holding the dress up, showing off the straps hanging around her thighs. "The pretty pink stockings next, sir, please!" she pointed out. "You'll have to take those shoes off first," he stated. She was a slut, to be working on him like this, but figured he could take it. She leant on his shoulder, slipping one off, then the other. Reaching over to the table, for the stockings, she pressed her sex into his face. He took a long sniff of her pussy, finding it clean and perfumed. That was it! He wasn't going to let her get away with just winding him up, like a clockwork toy, to play with, then abandon. She dangled a stocking in front of him. "Please, sir, Candy really needs these lovely stockings," she pathetically whined. He ignored the pitiable, little girly voice, preferring to see the woman behind the facade. He preferred a real woman, with experience, knowing what was what. He squinted up at her confirming she was a woman, knowing what she was doing to him, and not some silly little tease. He just hoped she wouldn't back off at the last moment. He slipped a stocking on a foot. He took his time sliding his hands up a leg. Smoothing the stocking, over a shapely limb, up to her thighs, was so very hot. She didn't complain. He took his time over the other one too, making sure to attach the stocking top into the clips, slowly and carefully. His hand trembled as he brushed her thighs, smoothing each strap into place. This was her game and it was a delight to play along. As much as he liked to just get on with sex, this was erotic and exciting, something he had always dismissed. Never again would he just rush in, to get it done. Still holding the dress up, she turned around. "Are the seams straight, sir?" Candy asked. Bill couldn't answer. He wanted to bite the ripe, peachy ass, inches away from his nose. Even this smelled fresh and tasty. Eventually he managed to run his hands up a leg to straighten the seam. Even if it was unnecessary, he would have. "Do you like them, sir?" she asked. Looking over her shoulder at him, with such a look of concern, deserved an answer. "Yea! Very cute," he replied, looking at her ass, rather than the stockings. Her perfect bottom was framed by the suspender belt and stockings, in an alluring pose. She leaned forward onto the work top. The pose became all the more enticing, with a pink covered pussy, peeking between her thighs. "Thank you, sir. I think they are gorgeous. Candy just loves pink," she gushed, with a girly giggle. He no longer minded the sound of her voice, as he concentrated on trying to get what he wanted. If he just tried it on with her, would that be going too far? Whatever game she was playing, it was certainly working for him. If she was just a prick teaser, she was very good at it. Taking a chance, he lightly stroked a finger, over the soft silk, protruding between her thighs. "What's this?" he asked, touching her, with a big calloused finger. "That's my naughty bits," she giggled. "You're not supposed to touch that, you're being naughty," she laughed, a little tinkling, fairy sound. The reaction confirmed she was game for it, otherwise, she would have objected. "I bet you're naughty sometimes?" he teased back, trying to sound casual. "Sometimes I'm naughty. Sir will have to smack my botty then," she said. "Well, you had better be good, or I'll spank you," he said, assuming that was what she wanted. "Yes, Sir, I'll try to be good. I'm such a silly head, I often get things wrong. I promise to try hard and do as I'm told. If I get something wrong I deserve to be spanked," she offered. "I've done something for you, so you can do something for me," he told her. "Yes, sir, anything you want! Candy is so pleased to have her stockings on. They look so hot!" she trilled. "You can make another coffee while I think of something," he mused. It gave him a chance to cool down. Watching her shimmy around the kitchen, on high heels, was a pleasure. She was playing a game and the rules were a mystery to him. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't just bend her over the table and fuck her. Women always played games, and this one, was deep into something beyond his experience. "Can I do anything else for you, sir," Candy asked, with an innocent smile. "Yes!" he abruptly said. He couldn't just tell her he wanted to fuck her. Thinking of those pink panties, he instead, asked a question. "You shave don't you? Down there," he added, when she looked blank. "Yes, sir," she meekly told him. "Do you do it properly?" he asked. Hoping this was playing along with her game. "I'm not sure, sir," she replied. "Perhaps, I should check you've shaved correctly," he smiled. He put the coffee down, as his hand shook with tension. "Uhhh. . .Umm, I guess so, sir," she quietly said. This seemed wrong! Should she let a stranger, a rough gardener, inspect her pussy? She had served him and so he was a sir, so he did know best. He looked at her with a big grin on his face. Feeling somewhat reassured, she pushed the confusion from her mind, and giggled inanely. She reached under the dress, to pull the thong from between her legs, with a struggle, for they were so small and tight. She lifted the dress up around her hips, while standing right next to him, showing a denuded pussy. "Shall I check properly?" he asked, with an outstretched hand. "Uhhh? I guess so, sir," she mumbled. She nodded her head. It was all the encouragement he needed. He was breathing heavily and his hand shook. He wiped a finger over her lips and in the crease of her crotch, not missing anything. He reached further, cupping her pussy in a big palm, with a finger reaching behind, to her asshole. She had to splay her legs to accommodate his large hand. He held it there, feeling the smoothness of her pussy. Margaret sucked in a deep draft of air. This stranger held her crotch in his hand! She could feel the rough calluses, against the lips of her pussy, contrasting with their softness. He was a big strong manly guy, a dominant male, used to getting his own way. How did this happen? She was stupid to have let a stranger do this to her and in her own home too! She giggled inanely. That's why it happened. It all made sense now. She was stupid, she was an airhead. She was just a silly little, dumb blonde, and he was a big strong man. Of course she had to let him check her out. She might have gotten it wrong, as she often did. "Has Candy gotten it right, sir? I'm always getting things wrong, and need your help, sir," she smiled. "You missed a bit," he lied. "Oh! Uhhh. . .Umm, sorry, sir," she stammered. "Does Candy deserve a spanking?" she asked. "You're wet too," he told her. "Umm, why is that, sir?" she asked, looking confused. "You're excited and need to be fucked," he told her, passed caring for subtly. "Oh! Does Candy need to be fucked? That sounds naughty!" she exclaimed and giggled. "I guess Sir knows best," she added. "Bend over the table," Bill hoarsely told her. He had worked hard for this and deserved a reward, for playing along with her stupid game. In the little short dress she didn't need to lift it to show off her bare ass. The lips of her pussy, pushing between her thighs, glistened. She looked over her shoulder at him with big wide eyes, as he maneuvered ready to take her. No! This can't be happening! This course man has me bent over the kitchen table, and he's just going to take me. He tricked me out of my panties, so I'm showing off my bare pussy to him. I've got to stop him somehow! Margaret withdrew from the dire situation, leaving Candy to save her. "Whaaa! Candy can't take that big thing, sir. It'll split poor little Candy in two," she moaned. It was too late now. There was no going back, as he was past the point of no return. He was meaning to cum, not go. Bill shoved his cock right up inside the tight pussy. It felt so good and hot he let off steam, with a whistled moan of pleasure. He pumped his cock inside her tight pussy. His belly slapped her rear with each forceful shove. He squashed her against the edge of the table and she cried out. He lifted her up by the hips, shoving her further onto the table, opening her legs wide, reaching in deep. "Oh! Yes! Thank you sir, thank you. Yes! Yes! Candy is going to cum," she cried out. Bill continued to pump away into the little, tight hole, for a moment longer. Spurred on by her yells of pleasure, he spurted strings of cum deep inside her. He firmly held the squirming body, needing to keep his throbbing member buried inside, as far as possible, still pumping sperm into the delectable creature. His cock slithered from her gaping wet pussy, leaving her sprawled over the kitchen table. He laid a hand upon her ass and massaged the beautiful mounds. Grabbing a tissue he wiped up his mess leaking from her crotch, pushed her legs together, and pulled the hem down. The little dress didn't hide much. He sat heavily upon a chair, looking at the attractive slim figure. A weekly visit to treat the lawn, and treat her, would be an enjoyable job. He helped her off the table and with a strong arm, held the exhausted body up. "Waahhh! Sir, that was, like, totally, rad!" she enthused. "Thank you for, err, fucking me, sir," she cooed. "Candy loved it!" she exclaimed, and lightly clapped her hands, with a big grin lighting her face. Bill grinned back at her. At his age she was a young woman. She may be a dunce, or playing at one, but she was a very attractive, sexy, young woman. "Oh! Sir! That was so wonderful. Is that what is called 'making me'?" she asked, with her features screwed up in thought. "Yea, I guess so," he murmured. "Did you make me yours? I guess Candy belongs to Sir now," she said, with a finger between her lips. "Eh?" he wondered where she was going with this thought. It seemed tough for her, as though she were staining a brain cell. "Now Candy belongs to Sir, Candy must do as she is told. Does Sir, want to fuck Candy again?" she asked. She stood before him, swinging her hips from side to side, looking cheeky and demure, all at the same time. "Not just yet, another time. Sir is, I mean, I'm tired," he managed to croak. "I need to get on, do some work," he said, levering up his large frame off the chair. "Is Sir going to take Candy with him? I won't be any trouble. If I do something silly, Sir can spank his silly little thing. Sir might want to fuck his dumb blonde again," she squeaked in delight, looking hopeful. "Yes, well, not for the moment. That was great and I'll be back soon. I promise. Right now I've got to earn some money," he told her. She came up close with arms stretched out. He gave her a bear hug, hoping she wouldn't press the idea of leaving with him. The last thing he needed was a stupid bitch, on heat, at his place. A Lady and the Student Ch. 02 "Candy will miss, sir. I'll keep my pussy ready for you," she told him, when he left. Another satisfied customer he thought. Climbing into the truck he realized she hadn't signed the paperwork. If she was playing the same game next week, it wouldn't be much of a problem. He shrugged his shoulders and drove off. *** Candy cleaned herself up, and finished the household chores. In the wardrobe there were so many old clothes, she would have to spend the rest of the day bagging them up. She held up a long skirt and laughed. It would cover too much of her sexy body, she just couldn't wear that. If she could drive she would have gone into town to buy lovely new clothes, just like the ones she was wearing. She loved frilly and feminine clothes and couldn't understand why these horrible clothes were here. It was nice showing off her beautiful body, it was so cool. She also needed a lot more 'bling'; gorgeous sparkly jewelry, and bright make-up. She certainly needed short skirts and dresses, with plenty of cleavage on show. Marvin walked in wondering where Candy was. The house sounded quiet. A thump from her bedroom revealed where she was and he hoped she hadn't done something stupid. He saw her sitting, staring vacantly, surrounded by black plastic bags. "You OK?" he asked. He knew to keep his language simple otherwise she would become confused. "Oh! Ahhh, yea," she replied. She gave him a tinkling laugh, in return to his reassuring smile. She felt so much better when he was back with her. "What are you doing?" he asked, pointing at the black bags. "I'm clearing out these awful clothes. Candy needs room for her new ones," she said. "Can I show you the ones I want?" she said, opening up a trashy magazine. "What does this word mean?" she asked, pointing to a headline in a magazine. "Fashion? It's 'fash', the clothes you like," he told her. "Oh! Candy is such a dim little thing, and master is so clever!" she laughed. "What am I to do with all these old things?" she asked. "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of everything," he told her. "Just get a bottle of wine and join me in the lounge," he added. Candy scooted off in a state of calm happiness. It was fortunate he hadn't asked her what she had being doing, while he was out. She might have remembered the gardener, and recounted their sex session together. Right then she was too busy to think of anything, except pleasing her master. "Sign here, and here, now here," Marvin said. There were several pieces of paper on the desk, which she duly signed, in the name of Margaret. He had ordered her to remember her signature, from that previous existence. She was still illiterate, so didn't bother her silly head with what the documents meant. Candy sat on the floor in front of Marvin, where he was perched on the edge of the sofa. He looked at her, concentrating on getting this next phase right. She finished a glass of wine and sat looking peaceful. It would be a pity stirring her into an agitated state. He wondered how she would react. He stated she would remember everything that happened over the last few days. Margaret seemed to collapse into herself. She sat up straight, looking at him with fierce hazel eyes. "You did this to me, why?" Margaret asked, still using the little pathetic girly voice. The lisp seemed to annoy her. She put a finger to her lips out of habit. She remembered the session with the gardener and cringed. The memory of how she had behaved was appalling. Not just the sex session, it was the whole stupid act, it was humiliating. This student had hypnotized her into behaving like a stupid blonde. She was still dressed like one and talked like one. She wanted to get up and strike him but couldn't move. He had her sitting at his feet, as though he was a guru, and she was the student. It was her damn house, yet she had been reduced to a stupid, vacuous servant. Far worse that that. She had been hanging on his every word, ready to obey him. "Well? Tell me! What the hell did you think you were doing? Was it a great joke, to have me behaving like a dumb blonde?" she demanded. Margaret controlled her anger, knowing she was still so very vulnerable. It was disgusting to know he could push her back into the dreadful role. She had even changed her hair to this awful blonde color. Her nails and lips were a terrible, florid pink. Is this how he liked a woman to look? Despite herself, a little thrill washed through her mind and body. Had he prepared her like this, to be his sexy dumb blonde? Was that his intention, to make her into a grateful dumb fuck of a girl, pandering to his needs? It had succeeded too, only it had happened with the rough gardener, not him. She almost blurted it out in retaliation, only to hold back, fearing what he might do to her if he became angry. "Your husband hired me," he stated, and paused waiting for a reaction. "You signed official documents just now. The house is his, and the divorce papers leave him in an advantageous position," he added, while she thought through the shocking revelation. "My husband did this? Why the hell? Why did he want me like this?" she whispered. "He didn't. He just wanted a quick and better divorce settlement. He also gets the house," Marvin confirmed. "The dumb blonde routine is just something I do. Call it a side affect of the process," he said. "I've known for a long time he's a bastard, but you, you're a real bastard," she spat at him. It didn't sound as mean as she meant it, while using such a pathetic, squeaky voice. Everything came out sounding cute, as though she were a silly little girl, using naughty words. Margaret was a clever woman, but it was difficult to find the right words, in this strange situation. Why was he telling her all this? The damage could be undone, with even the cheapest lawyer, in court. They would probably face a prosecution too, for fraud. "So what am I supposed to do?" she carefully asked. "You will have to leave the house, as it's his now. I'll drop you off somewhere. Friends or relatives maybe?" he asked. He knew their friends had broken contact, after the split with her husband. As an only child, there were no close relatives. "You'll just let me go? What's the catch?" she asked. They couldn't let her go, for she would march straight into a lawyer's office. "You will behave like a dumb blonde. Sorry, but, as you have already figured out, you can't be left to make trouble. There are two options. You leave here and make your own way in the world. I'm sure there will plenty of men ready to look after a dumb blonde. Or, you can come with me," he stated. "What? Just like that! I'm to be put out of my own home, on the street?" she moaned. "It's a bit rough. Though, you had the affairs while married. You started the divorce and fleeced your husband of everything. There's not much of a mortgage on this place. You could have worked to pay it. Instead, you took in a student, looking for an easy affair, and an income to supplement the investments," he pointed out. "You signed over the investments too. I of course, received a percentage," he added. "What kind of fucking choice is that?" she tried to scream at him, only the same feeble voice screeched louder. Struggling to bring herself under control, she took a deep breath and tried again. "It doesn't sound much of a choice. How will it work, I mean, will I be like before? Not remembering anything," she whispered. The dire prospect was believable. It was important to stay calm and look for a way out, some kind of loop hole in their plan. "That's up you too," he said. She brightened up a little. "You could be left aware of everything, only, the dumb blonde would be in control," he added. The look of fear in her eyes revealed she understood exactly what he meant. "I'd know what was going on, yet unable to do anything about it?" she groaned. "I'd be talking and behaving like a dumb blonde, unable to interfere? Unable to stop this Candy persona, screwing up my life?" she wailed. Margaret thought about the gardener, tricking her into being screwed, over the kitchen table. She would be unable to prevent the stupid bitch, from showing her body off, in these tawdry clothes. With Candy in control, she would be vulnerable to every man she met. Margaret envisaged a life, being fucked by anyone and everyone. "I guess your husband might see it as a just retribution. You were manipulative and grasping before. I guess it would be pretty painful, to be the one manipulated. It would be better not being aware of anything, like the past few days," he told her. "How would I live, if you just dumped me on the street?" she forced herself to ask. "Just walk into any bar. I'm sure any guy would take you on, and be grateful to look after you," he said. Margaret thought over what happened that morning, with the big rugged guy. A complete stranger had easily taken advantage of her. That option sounded too dangerous. "What would happen if I went with you," she asked. "I'd look after you. Take good care of you. You would be happy, very happy," he said. The key words would help her make the right decision. He was careful to keep his tone neutral throughout the conversation. She had to make the choices, to fix them deeply and permanently. "Would I have to be aware of everything going on?" she asked. "Your choice," he told her. "You keep saying it's my choice, yet they're all shit," she whispered. The sound of her voice was more bearable, when she whispered. He shrugged his shoulders, as though it weren't his fault. The influence of the commands was still there, heavily sitting upon her mind, shaping her thoughts. He could have kept her unaware of what had been happening. It would be harder for her to break free, if she thought she was deciding to go along with it. "OK! I don't see a way out of this. Like before, I want you to look after me. I don't want to remember anything," she said. The look on her face meant it was a painful decision. Marvin complimented her on an acceptable conclusion. He took control of her as before. "You will be happy, leaving everything to me. I'll continue to work on the transformation, until you become a complete bimbo," he said. Margaret groaned out loud. She could feel her mind gradually slipping away. Had she really made such a drastic choice, for a future life? She listened to the sound of his deep voice, commanding her, starting to feel calm again. Margaret groaned, silently this time, on hearing she was to have implants, to attain a perfect bimbo shape. She wasn't just going to be a dumb blonde after all. She was going to be transformed into a sexy bimbo. She had chosen a new life, as a stupid, thoughtless, sexy bimbo. Candy looked up at her master. A great big beaming smile lit her face. "Oh! Uhhh. . . Umm. . . Master? Are you really going to look after bimbo Candy?" she said. "Of course I am," he smiled back. "You made the choice. You wanted me to look after you," he added. "Oh? Umm. . . Did I?" she giggled. She put a finger to her lips, looking deep in thought. "Candy doesn't remember. I don't want to make a choice any more. Candy just gets things wrong. Please, master, just tell me what to do," she pleaded. "You are coming home with me. I will tell you what to do. There's no need to worry your silly little head, any more," he firmly told her. "Oh, thank you, master!" she respectfully cooed. *** They arrived at a large old mansion house in the country. It had been renovated with all the modern conveniences, while retaining the period architectural features. The tasteful decoration was modern, yet kept in keeping with the style of house. Comfortable furniture made it a home, rather than just a show house. Candy quietly followed her master up the grand staircase, overawed by the opulence of her master's home. He opened a door into a large airy room, dominated by a huge bed. Marvin was about to show her the French windows, opening onto a balcony, overlooking an expansive lawn. From experience he knew she wouldn't be interested in the view. Instead he led her to the walk-in closet. Opening the double doors, he grinned at her. "These are your new clothes," he said. "Oh! Totally, like, rad!" she exclaimed. Candy seemed to swoon, only to quickly recover. She ran her hands over the racks of clothes. She was jumping up and down with excitement, over the pink dresses, skirts, tops and frilly girly clothes. "Oooo! Are they really all mine, master?" she cooed. "Oh! Cool! Look at all the wonderful jewelry!" she yelped. Only just noticing the dressing table, stacked with make-up, she again shrieked with pleasure. "No time for this now, we need to meet the others," he said, while pulling on her arm. He knew she would spend hours in there, dressing up in one outfit after another, so had to pull her away. "Others?" she asked, looking worried. "Don't worry, they will love you and take care of you," he smiled. As programmed, when he smiled, she became calm and reassured. He found the others in the kitchen preparing a meal, in expectation of his arrival. "Hi everyone, this is Candy," he announced. "Candy, say hello to Cindy," he told her. "Hi Cindy," she said, quietly. Her eyes were wide with astonishment, as she looked around at the others. One by one she was introduced to Cindy, Barbie and Bubbles. Each of them giggled and flashed their eyes at Marvin, seeking his approval. "I'm sure you're all going to get on fabulously well, like sisters, only even better," he firmly told them. "You all know the routine. Help Candy to fit in, as I told you earlier," he ordered. Marvin left them to it, hoping there wouldn't be any petty, bitchy squabbles. Preparations for the new arrival had been thorough, only there were always some unforeseen difficulties. A rivalry or jealousy would have to be sorted out, with a spanking, and a re-enforcement of orders. He listened at the door while they cooed, and complimented each other, on the dresses they wore. Candy enthused over the closet she now had, and the others promised to show Candy theirs. "Master buys us such adorable clothes," Cindy explained. "Like these heels, they are awesome. He's so clever, he taught us to walk in them too," she gushed. "You look so cute in pink," Barbie told Candy. "I love those sweet ribbons on your stockings," Candy told Barbie. Barbie swiveled her hips in pleasure. The micro-mini skirt revealed the white stocking tops, with ribbons at the sides. "Can you fix the stockings by yourself?" Candy asked. "I'm such a dunce, I can't do it," she complained. "Don't worry, we'll teach you how, honestly, we will," Bubbles promised. "What do you think of my new tits, master gave me?" Bubbles asked, with a bubbly chortle. "Oh! They're so lovely and big! They're perfect for that tiny little top. Do you think Master will get me some like that?" Candy asked. "Master will decide for you," the three replied simultaneously. All four laughed, with tinkling immature voices. "You're lips are so cute," Candy told Cindy and Barbie. "Master had them done, after our tits," Cindy told her, gleefully. "Master is teaching us how to use them properly," Barbie boasted. "Ahh? Ummm? How do you use your, err, tits?" Candy asked. "No! Silly! Our lips! They're shaped like this for master's cock," Cindy laughed. Candy looked at her with a blank stare, so she tried to explain. She made an 'O' shape with her collagen enhanced lips, running a finger between them. "Master is going to give me luscious lips too!" Bubbles boasted. "I'm such a silly head," Candy dolefully smiled. They all laughed, telling her not to worry, for they all were. "We are so lucky to have a master to look after us," they simpered, nodding their heads in agreement. "We must be good and please him," they agreed. "It feel's so wonderful to obey our master," Barbie added. They were quiet in thought, for a moment then giggled with honest pleasure. "Ohh! I'm such a dumb bimbo! What if I get things wrong?" Candy asked her new found friends. "Master will take you into the study and give you a talking to. Don't worry, he will soon put you right," Bubbles chortled. "Sometimes, Master will spank you," Cindy pointed out. "I like it," she added, with a mischievous smile. The other two looked at her, winking suggestively. "We all do," she said, with a little girly laugh. "Ohhhooo! That's, like, totally really bling!" Candy squealed. "Will he spank me too?" she asked, with a pleading look on her face. The three bimbos laughed at her, nodding their heads in unison. Marvin figured it was going to be a long wait for dinner. Pouring himself a malt whiskey, he sat in a large wing back chair, thinking over the girls different levels of progress. It was much easier like this, as they competed with each other, to please him. Soon, all four would be perfect bimbos. A Lady and the Student Ch. 03 Marvin sat comfortably in an armchair, in the study, contemplating the progress of his new found affluence. The first few tries at hypnosis had been a success, earning a small amount, and stirring the idea of taking advantage of a niche market. Almost a year ago Marvin worked in a laboratory, where the manager lusted after a secretary, Daisy. She took full advantage of the poor guy, without giving an inch. Marvin bet the nerdy, no hoper of a manager, that hypnosis would get her interested in him. It all went wrong, when he used too much of a drug they were analyzing in the lab. The drug successfully helped Marvin hypnotize her, only the effect of the suggestions lasted too long. Her mind had become open to suggestion, only it seemed permanent. Next day the lab manager happily paid up. The nerdy guy was pleased as a man with two dicks. He took the week off, taking Daisy with him. When they returned he looked exhausted from fucking her all week. She too looked happy, as though she had found the perfect man, though of course she had, because Marvin told her so. After Marvin hypnotized her again, she resigned from the company, and the two of them happily set up home together. After this he decided to experiment. He used smaller amounts of the drug, with less dramatic suggestions and better results. Just little innocent behaviors were programmed into the subjects, helping him discover how to balance the process. When Marvin was ready to quit the boring laboratory job, he made the manager agree to keep supplying him with the drug. The guy didn't want anyone finding out about the deception, so complied, for a small fee. With a reliable source of the drug, Marvin stepped out into the world, with a business plan. He hung around hotel bars where high powered businessmen gathered, to moan about their jobs and wives. He soon found a wealthy client. From then on the business prospered and the money flowed in. From this latest deal he had a tax free percentage of a house, and the recovered investments. The husband was happy, for he had regained his home and wealth; which he had worked hard for over the years. The wife, Margaret was happy, for she no longer had anything in life to worry about. He told her he would look after her, and would keep the promise. Not exactly how she might have wished, but you can't have everything in life. Although it seemed, he was beginning to afford everything he wanted. "Not bad for a psychology dropout," Marvin mused. He looked at the gold Rolex and sighed. They hadn't called him for dinner! He just hoped they weren't squabbling over some inanity. Marvin stood in the kitchen doorway, relieved they were getting on. "So, where's dinner?" he loudly stated. "Oh! Master! We forgot! Sorry, Master," they chimed in unison. "We've been so naughty, neglecting our master. We need to be punished. Will you spank us, master?" Barbie asked, with a mischievous look on her face. She was trying to look guilty, as they all were; only the little wiggles of excitement betrayed them. He folded his arms, putting on a stern expression, without saying anything, keeping them guessing. He watched them shuffle on high heels, trying not to bump into each other. They made their way around the large, pine table. All four of them bent over it, looking over their shoulders, with expressions of glee. They fluttered their eyelashes at him trying to entice him. Their peachy bottoms, framed by stockings and suspenders, looked enticing enough. Barbie wore pale blue to match her eyes. Cindy wore pale green to match her hazel eyes, and had chestnut hair. Bubbles had jet black hair, dark alluring eyes and wore black. Her perky personality lightened the ensemble otherwise she would have looked too serious, and sophisticated. Candy of course wore pink. They all had long hair. Barbie's hair flowed down her back, though usually it was teased up, in a halo of gold, around her head. Cindy's was styled in cute pigtails. Bubbles had hers pined up, showing off a delicate long neck. Candy was still growing hers, though it would soon be long enough for a blonde bimbo. Marvin ran his finger tips over Barbie's sweet bottom. He slapped it suddenly then teased it with a light touch. Another stinging slap was followed by a feathery touch, to emphasize the sensitivity of reddening cheeks. She had been a beautiful mature woman, of thirty-two, married to a busy executive. While working hard to build a reputation, he neglected her, and she ended up betraying him, more than once. When a rumor circulated that she had bedded a fellow executive, he exacted his revenge. So here she was, with a new name, and a new personality, living a new life as a truly devoted sex kitten. Not many slaps would be possible with a bare hand, so he moved on to Cindy. He made a mental note to leave a paddle in the kitchen. The process was repeated with, Cindy, the errant little bimbo. She was nineteen and cute as a button. The husband married her as a trophy wife. She soon became bored with the affluent life style, having nothing to do all day. She had taken to amusing herself with the hired help, and was caught, in the chauffeur's bed. Bubbles had been a top saleswoman with an international corporation. She was thirty-three and intelligent, with a gregarious nature. Instead of being satisfied with a generous commission, she decided to play a devious game. She received a large payment, from a rival competitor, by passing on to them a lucrative contract. If it hadn't nearly broken the division, almost putting out of work so many employees, the CEO might have forgiven her. He couldn't fire her, as she would take invaluable inside information to a rival business. Marvin helped them solve the problem, by turning her into a charming, loyal, dumb bimbo. "Bubbles, you're not wearing panties," Marvin growled at her. "Oh! Sorry, master. Bubbly Gum wanted her pussy to be available to master. Sorry, master, Bubbly Gum, hates to disappoint her master," she apologized, with a giggly tone of voice. He smiled at the way her old personality surfaced occasionally. As a saleswoman she was used to thinking of and using, customer's needs and foibles. This was a mistake though. Her pussy, like the others, was always available to him, covered or not. "Go to my study and wait for me there, with the paddle in your hands," he ordered. She was the eldest of the four women, who now thought of themselves as silly, dumb girls. This once proud woman was now grateful, to have a master to think for her. She looked at him with pleading eyes, not daring to speak, knowing she was in trouble. She wistfully looked at the two red asses, bent over the table, thinking she would miss out on having her bottom stroked by master's hand. Instead she would be paddled, and that would sting. She dutifully trotted off on high heels, looking crestfallen for letting her master down. Candy lay perfectly still, hoping she hadn't done anything wrong. He massaged her bottom, running a fingernail between her cheeks, over her asshole. He slapped her ass then ran a palm over reddening cheeks, imitating a butterfly, lightly fluttering over them. As the newest of his girls she had a lot to learn, before she became a perfect bimbo. "Now hurry up. I want dinner served and cleared away before my guest arrives," he told them. Giving all three a beaming smile, confirmed he was pleased, leaving them with a sense of well being. *** "Hi Doc, how are you doing?" Marvin greeted a friend. They settled into plush armchairs, turned toward an ornate fire place. Not that it ever needed lighting, though it was a focal pint of the room. "How are you're two girls?" Marvin asked. They had been his receptionist and surgery nurse, before Marvin worked upon them. They still were, though far more than that now. They were sitting contentedly at Doc's feet, giggling when their names were mentioned. Sugar was his receptionist and a silly little teeny bopper, thanks to Marvin's hypnosis. Spice assisted him in the operating theatre, having been ordered to remember her nursing skills, though nothing else about a previous life. Marvin had crafted her into a pleasing sex kitten. "Perfect, thank you Marvin," he smiled. "One thing though. Sugar needs a little adjustment," he said, looking concerned. "This morning a pharmaceutical salesman arrived, and chatted to Sugar, while I was with a patient. After recounting his usual jokes, he figured she was just a dumb slut. He was taking her to lunch, when I saw them crossing the parking lot," he said, shaking his head. "I see," Marvin said, returning the serious look. The man owed him more free surgery, in return for the job he did on these two girls. The nurse had been especially difficult. The receptionist had been an easy subject, though she was still too easy, by the sound of it. "I brought her back and sent the sales guy away. When I spanked her, I found she wasn't wearing panties!" he exclaimed. Marvin was reminded of Bubbles, still waiting for him in the study. This was a different scenario. Sugar had been talked out of her panties, whereas Bubbles had put herself on offer, to please him. "Well, she's wearing panties now," Marvin said. Sugar was sitting with her knees up showing a prominent camel toe. "I'll find out how it happened, and block that behavior," he assured the Doc. They looked at Sugar, concerned for her. She looked worried, until they smiled, to reassure her. Spice was dressed in a body hugging black sheath, which was only just a dress, with nothing on underneath. In the clinic she wore a nurse's uniform. It was low cut, short enough to glimpse black stocking tops, which were held by suspenders. She wore sensible white panties, as she was prone to bending over, before patient's husbands. It was designed to be a distraction, while their wives spent large amounts of money on cosmetic surgery, and it worked well. "The girls can't think for themselves, they need looking after," Marvin said, while looking the two of them over. He could see how please Doc was, to have such lovely creatures pandering to his whims. He had them move in with him, so no longer paid them a salary, which was an added bonus. "Yes of course. The precious darlings need taking care of, like adorable little pets," Doc said, while nodding agreement. The two women grinned inanely, burbling happy thanks to their master. "Are you enjoying your life, with Doc, as you master?" Marvin asked Spice. "Oh! Yes, sir!" she exclaimed, as though surprised at the question. "I'm too silly to think for myself, I need a master to tell me what to do," she added. She was sitting contentedly, on the floor at Doc's feet. As she fidgeted the black dress had risen up showing off a lot of thigh and a glimpse of her bare pussy. Marvin smiled at her and turned to Sugar. "How are you, Sugar, enjoying living with your master?" he asked. "Ooooo! Yes, sir! Master is so wonderful. All these cool clothes and makeup he gives me. Master looks after silly little me so well!" Sugar cooed. She was a young looking nineteen, so the girly tone of voice with a lisp, suited her. She wore a loose, pleated micro-miniskirt, with a white pair of panties. The blouse was tied under her impressive breasts, hugging them into a deep cleavage. Soft flats and short white socks, complimented the innocent look, and the pleasant smile on her face. She had been ordered to remember her administration skills and to concentrate more on those mundane tasks, making her a better receptionist. The natural enthusiastic personality still shone through. She would just need some extra instructions, not to so easily get carried away with strangers. Cindy and Candy walked in with a tray of drinks. "Is this the new one you were telling me about?" Doc asked. "This is Candy, say hello to Doctor Forbes," Marvin told her. "Hi! Err, hello, sir," she stammered. She was obviously nervous before a stranger. "What do you think?" Marvin asked. "She has a good strong back. It should support a couple of heavy weights," he opined. Marvin was amused the way he talked so casually, when away from the clinic. "As large as Cindy?" he asked. "Why not, her frame could stand it. Larger if you want," he said. Candy held onto a tray of drinks looking bemused. "Would you like a pair of breasts, like Cindy, perhaps bigger?" Marvin asked her. "Wooow! Yes please, master. Big adorable plump breasts, for master to play with! Oh! Yes please, master!" Candy yelped with pleasure. It was hard to focus on a small doubt that came to mind. An idea surfaced, that she had once been concerned, over looking like a dumb bimbo. It was hard to focus on why, and the fuzzy idea quickly evaporated, as she concentrated on not spilling the drinks. The last thing she wanted was to displease her master, as he might not get the lovely big breasts he had promised. "What about the lips?" Marvin asked. "Not so exaggerated as Barbie's. They wouldn't suit her profile," Doc said. Candy again looked confused, knowing they were talking about her, wondering what they meant. "Would you like shaped, sensitive lips? Like Cindy and Barbie?" Marvin asked. "Oh! Master! Scrummy! Candy can't wait to have gorgeous big lips. Can they be just like Cindy's? Can master teach silly little Candy to use them properly? Candy wants luscious, cock-sucking lips for master, please master," she whined. "Yes, of course, don't worry your silly head. Calm down, before you spill the drinks. Serve them Cindy, before Candy drops them," Marvin said. The two men watched Cindy's cute ass, as she bent before them, placing drinks on a low table. Cindy stood waiting quietly and patiently for orders. The bimbo was ready to be sold on. He had a buyer in mind and the price was being negotiated. A couple of days were needed to make the arrangements. He was going to miss her, though there was still a lot to do with Candy, to take his mind off the loss. The other two needed some refinements then they too, would be ready for a new master. Marvin set a date with Doc, for Candy to be prepared with cosmetic surgery. Bubbles wouldn't be having a lip job, as he needed her to look sophisticated. The slutty, thick red lips, wouldn't suit the type of buyer he had in mind. Her breasts were enlarged, but not huge like Cindy and Barbie's. Dressed in a business suit she looked refined. With red lipstick and nails, she looked desirable with the possibility of being available, and of course she was, very. *** In the study Bubbles struggled to hold up the paddle, after waiting for so long. "Good girl! I'm pleased with my desirable little bimbo," he smiled at her. The once sophisticated woman accepted, what would have been considered, a disgraceful remark. The humiliating compliment was greeted with a warm glow of happiness. "Bend over the desk. Spread your legs," he told her. "Let's take a look at this other sex hole of yours," he said. Marvin ran a finger over her wet lips. He massaged her bottom and pressed the wet finger over her asshole. It relaxed allowing a finger in. "I've prepared it just like you said, master. Is master pleased with Bubbly Gum?" she asked. The high class accent contrasted, with the way she referred to herself. She looked like the polished saleswoman she had been, only to talk and think of herself, as a silly little sex kitten. "Very pleased, Bubbles," he complimented her. She had stretched her asshole with butt plugs, and a dildo, as instructed. He began to work on her with both hands, one to her pussy, and a finger in her asshole. The heated pleasure was becoming too much. She began to wriggle and writhe on his exploring fingers. "Master, please!" she implored. "What does Bubbles want?" he asked. "Ohhhh! Please, master, let me cum!" she screeched. "Alright, my little bubbly girl, you deserve a nice big orgasm," he told her. Bubbles squealed and gyrated around his fingers, pushing back on them, grateful to finally be allowed to cum. Still for a moment, not moving, she began to shiver. The little shuddering movements vibrated her sensitive sex holes upon his fingers, which were still buried in her. Heated sensations reverberated out to the tips of her fingers and toes. "Ohhhh! Yes! Master! Thank you!" she shouted, with head thrust back. She slumped over the desk, replete, exhausted, satisfied. Marvin sat at the desk looking at her with a sense of satisfaction. She too would soon be ready for a new master. "Tell the others to prepare Candy. It's her first night here, so she is to share my bed," he smiled. "Oh! Master! When are you going to fuck me properly?" she whined. "Bubbly Gum just lives for the glorious feeling of master fucking her. Master can use all my holes! I've learnt to take cock down my throat for master. I've learnt to grip master's cock tight with my cunt. My little virgin asshole is so tight, just for my master. Please, master!" she pleaded. Watching this sophisticated businesswoman squirm, rudely referring to her cunt, telling him she was a good fuck, brought on a broad grin across Marvin's face. She looked desperate, badly needing him to use her. "I know you are very good at fucking. Tonight it's the new girls turn, you all know the routine. From tomorrow you will all teach her the skills she needs, to be a good little fuck. Alright, tomorrow night, it's your turn," he conceded. Bubbles beamed brightly, from finding she was allowed the honor, of being in her master's bed. She stood before him, straight backed, showing off her long neck, smoothing down the sleek little dress. She couldn't help giggling with joy. "Run along and get Candy ready," he ordered. Bubbles hesitated at the door, turning to look at her master. "Will master, fuck my tight, virgin little asshole?" she asked, looking demure, despite the lewdness of the question. "Be good and I might," he encouraged her. He heard her scurrying off to the kitchen, with a whoop of joy. He wondered what her previous boss would think, of the once haughty sophisticated saleswoman, if he met her now. She still looked and sounded like a sophisticated lady, though she now thought of herself as an unintelligent sex pet, always ready and eager to be fucked. *** Candy looked at herself in a large ornate mirror. The others had helped her prepare for her master. She had tried on so many outfits, to look just right for him. Being such a dumb blonde, it was difficult to decide. At last they all agreed on the clothes and makeup. Candy hesitated for a moment wondering if it was really her standing in this strange bedroom that was supposed to be hers. It was tastefully decorated, and with expensive furniture, yet she felt out of place. She felt nervous, that something wasn't right. The pink dress covered her small breasts, though the built in support pushed them up, making the most of them. The hem swung around her thighs showing off the stocking tops, with the slightest of movements. She wore nothing underneath, which didn't seem right either. The slut pink, glossy lipstick, matched her long fingernails and toenails. In the opulent surroundings she felt uncomfortable. "I look so slutty!" she quietly spoke. For some reason this was all wrong. She was preparing herself for someone she hardly knew. From the way she was dressed, it was obvious what the preparation was all about. The others clapped their hands with glee. They giggled, telling her she was perfect. "How slutty I look!" she exclaimed, in dismay. She imagined having huge pillows for breasts, and thick, glossy, cock-sucking lips. She wanted to run away and hide. "You do! You look like a wonderful, silly slutty bimbo," they chorused. "You look perfect for master! You are so lucky!" they told her, one by one. A Lady and the Student Ch. 03 "Yes," she hesitantly agreed. "I'm just a dim bimbo, a silly slut of a bimbo," she intoned. "Of course you are, Candy. You are just a perfect, sexy bimbo, for master," they confirmed. "Oooo! Do you think so?" Candy asked. She dismissed the doubts, after receiving so much praise form her new friends. They seemed to know what she was and how she should behave. "Will master, like his dreamy Candy girl?" she sincerely asked. "Master will love fucking his Candy girl," Bubbles said. She looked at Candy, knowing the girl wouldn't be anywhere as good as she would, tomorrow night. "Oh! Golly, I hope Candy can be a good fuck for master. I hope he likes fucking me. I'll try and remember all the naughty, sexy things you all told me," Candy said, with worried look on her face. "Quickly, go to the master, he's waiting for you," they told her. *** Marvin watched Candy nervously enter the bedroom. He patted the large ornate bed, indicating she should join him. She sat on the edge looking pensive. She was obviously having doubts about going this far. She had become used to talking and reacting like a dumb blonde, though going to bed with him, was pushing the conditioning too far. She had been programmed, like the others, to become hot when near her master. Facing the reality, sitting on his bed, she had to fight it. She panted, her weak mind becoming overwhelmed with arousal, yet she couldn't just give in. "What's happening to me?" she whispered. "I shouldn't be here, getting into a young stranger's bed," she whimpered. "What's the time Candy?" Marvin asked, in a commanding tone. She looked at the bedside clock with a puzzled look on her face. It was both a distraction, from the fuzzy thoughts of rebellion, and a reinforcement of what she had become. "Well? Err, gosh, I dunno. The little hand is on the seven. Sorry master, Candy is too dim to tell the time," Candy murmured, lisping over a finger in her mouth. "That's alright, sweet lips, don't worry your pretty dumb brain over it," he gave her a big reassuring smiled. He watched the consternation relax from her face, leaving her happy once more. "You can give your master a good massage, I've had a hard day," he firmly told her. Giving her master a massage was a just reward, for all the hard work he did looking after her. She determined to make a good job of it, wanting to please her wonderful master. Her hands lightly caressed his young manly skin. Sensations pulsed up into her body, through her hands, as she ran them over his body. The sensuousness of the touch, being in this young mans bedroom, having been prepared for him by her new friends, all of it worked upon her resistance. Margaret was being overwhelmed, leaving her new persona free, to take control. Candy, the sexy dumb blonde, enjoyed serving her master. Her hands smoothed his thighs, gradually closing in upon his manhood. She could see he was ready for her and felt her own sex opening up for him. A hand grazed his engorged cock. Unable to resist another moment she wrapped it in a hot hand and cupped his balls in the other. She bent over him close and gently kissed the end of the throbbing member. The experience of a mature woman was still available, to guide the dumb blonde. She licked the throbbing cock, lost in another world, with no concept of time. She sucked him into her mouth, holding back from swallowing him completely. Her new friends had helped her, with bananas and a dildo, until she had overcome the daunting prospect of swallowing a penis. Telling her self not to be so silly, she pushed her head down upon his cock. Her lips touched his hot flesh, her chin touched his balls. Her head rushed back up for a breath of air. Recovering from the moment of panic, she settled into a steady rhythm, bobbing her head up and down, kissing his groin. She was proud at being able to swallow him whole. Marvin wondered at his self control. He had too many sexy women at his beck and call to easily become carried away. He could stand this terrific action for a long time. She was setting a steady bobbing movement, getting used to the action. He felt her gripping him and doing something nice with her tongue. Perhaps she would have him cum, sooner than he thought. Unable to keep back any longer he spurted a string of cum into her mouth as she raised her head. She had been playing with the tip of his cock, with her tongue, when at the top of the stroke. He wondered if it was Bubbles who had taught her that technique. She sat beside him with her mouth open, displaying his sperm on an extended tongue. Dirty little slut, he thought. Bubbles had certainly taught her that one. "Swallow, Candy," he managed to rasp, from a dry throat. "Thank you, master," she coyly smiled. "Has Candy pleased her master?" she lisped. "Come here," he told her, with open arms, extended out to her. "Candy is a lovely, cuddly little imp," he teased. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her close, for a warm cuddle. Marvin made it a routine, to take a new girl to bed, for her first night in his home. It would settle her, and make her his. He was looking forward to finding out what she knew, and what the others had been telling her he liked. They had the whole night together, to get to know each other. As soon as he recovered he would show her what he knew; how to please a woman. A Lady and the Student Ch. 04 Chapter 04 A bimbo is sold Marvin rolled over in bed slowly waking up, to find Candy had gone. There was no hurry, as the bed was still warm where she had been laying, and he had little to do today. He sighed. There was always something to do, with a house full of dumb bimbo's. He chuckled at the very idea of becoming bored, with looking after four attractive women. A gentle knock at the door brought him up on one elbow. "Come!" he said. Candy struggled in with a tray. "I heard my master was awake, so brought breakfast in," she said, with a worried look on her face. She kept her eyes diverted from his, unsure if she had disturbed her master. "Master's maid hopes she is not intruding," she asked, while hesitating to place the tray on the bed. He was surprised to find she had changed, into a French maid's uniform. It was in her wardrobe, but he hadn't ordered her to find it, or wear it. He patted the bed, indicating she should serve breakfast. A big smile lit her features, on finding she had guessed correctly. She had a smooth skin, looking good for a woman in her thirties. She was also clever and articulate, until Marvin worked on her with several sessions of hypnosis. She no longer needed the drug he used to enhance the hypnotic influence. She had been thoroughly transformed into a silly blonde bimbo. The others were intelligent too, and like Candy, had been married to wealthy men. Though, they hadn't been clever enough, to avoid a husband's wrath. Playing around with other men, or stealing from a corporation, was the reason they were here. Reducing these headstrong clever women, to frivolous bimbos, resolved the problem of what to do with them. It was a solution without fuss, or expensive lawyer fees. "How are you this morning, Candy?" Marvin asked. He watched the flutter of her eyelashes, as she became embarrassed and confused. "Candy is like, wow, master," she gushed, looking more like a love struck schoolgirl, than a thirty year old woman. "Thank you for making me yours, master," she said, with a girly giggle. "How was that, Candy?" he asked, while biting into a piece of toast. It was hard to imagine this gauche girl had been a confident lady, more than able to debate with her husband's university friends. Candy looked around her master's bedroom, feeling privileged to have spent the night there. She could hardly believe the master had allowed her to share the large ornate four poster bed. "Thank you for fucking Candy, master, and letting Candy cum," she said, with a little girly voice. She was looking coy and cute, rotating her hips from side to side, in an alluring fashion. "It was an honor to be in master's bed, for a whole night," she squealed, with delight. The other girls must have put her in the picture. As usual, a bimbo's first night in the house meant she got to share his bed. After a night of sexual play, the new girl would feel closer and that she belonged to him. The way she fussed around the room, straightening the bed covers, she had lost the last of her uncertainties. Candy was now devoted to him, and loved being his cute little bimbo. On arriving at the house, Candy made friends with the other girls, listened to their advice, and modeled her behavior on theirs. She quickly fitted in with the giggle of girls. It meant she was helping to reprogram her own behavior, which pleased Marvin, as it saved him some effort. *** As with any family, there comes a time when one of the chicks has to leave the nest. "Cindy, pay attention," Marvin said. She was standing in the study before his desk, staring into space. She wore a short flared skirt with a clinging top, as usual. The top showed off her breasts, which stuck out over a slim waist like firm melons. He thought they looked too much, so decided not to give Candy such large breasts. Cindy's pillow lips were perfect. The beautiful rosebud shape looked as though they had been made to fit around a hard cock, which of course they had been. He would ask Doc if Candy could have the same. It all depended on her bone structure, and what there was to build upon. Doc had a knack for exaggerating the assets of a girl's features, rather than re-building, and therefore spoiling her looks. Cindy looked just a little too much like a fantasy doll, for his liking. The customer was satisfied though, so maybe that was all that mattered. "Your master wants Cindy to pay attention, understood?" he patiently asked. "Sorry, master, Cindy doll was trying to work out when it was her turn," she smiled. "What for?" he asked. He watched her smile fetchingly, in an attempt to win him round to something. Attempting to strike a more submissive pose, she looked down at the carpet, between her feet. Only, she couldn't see past her huge breasts. Giving up that particular pose, Cindy looked at her master, with a big open smile. "It's my turn on Friday, to be in master's bed," she stated. "How many days does Cindy have to wait," she asked, with a dim-witted expression on her face. She looked at him full of expectation. "That's four days," he said. He watched her count on her fingers. He studied her, wondering how he was going to break the news to her. "Oh! That seems such a long time to wait. Cindy needs to be fucked by master. Can Cindy have master, now?" she whined. She lifted a hand to a nipple, and lowered the other to her pussy. The skirt was so short she didn't have to lift it, to get into her panties. "Stop playing with your pussy, naughty girl. Your master has a surprise for Cindy, something special," he said. "Is it some new clothes? Is it make-up? Oh, some sparkly jewelry? What is it, master," she expressively asked, while impatiently bouncing up and down. Her breasts bounced in the tight top. Her face looked a picture of pleasure, in anticipation of a special gift. "Come here, to your master," Marvin ordered. She got onto the plush carpet, to crawl around the desk, meaning to get under it. She had a look of gleeful pride, thinking she was going to suck her master's cock, as a special treat. "No, sit here," he said, patting his knee. She looked disappointed, as she got up off her knees. "Does master want to suck on his bimbo's big titties?" she innocently asked. "Just listen," he firmly told her. "How would you like a master, all to yourself?" he watched her face, revealing she was trying hard to imagine the idea. She put a finger to her mouth, and crinkled her brow. "What about the others, master. They need you too," she quietly spoke. "Very good Cindy. You are a marvelous little bimbo, to be thinking of others," he smiled. He pulled the top down, covering up her breasts, as they were a distraction. He noticed the pouting lips showing disappointment, for she still wanted to play, especially as he was so close to her. It was part of the programming, to become aroused when close to her master. Sitting on his lap, left her breathing hard, needing to be played with. Or at very least, she needed to be playing with him. She would gladly suck on his cock, and would love to feel his fingers exploring her sex. She thought he should be sucking on her large breasts. Marvin looked at the little panties on show, as the short skirt rode up. He decided not to play with her, for the bimbo could only think of one thing at a time, and he needed her full attention. "You know there are four of you, for master to look after, and play with. That means you won't get all the attention you deserve. Cindy needs a lot of attention, more than master can give his lovely bimbo. So," he started to say, hesitating over the new situation. "A new master will look after Cindy. The new master will give all his attention just to Cindy. Think of that Cindy. You will have a master of your own, to play with, and be played with. Cindy won't have to share with a giggle of bimbos. You will have a master to take care of you, just you," Marvin quietly said. "Cindy loves her master," she quietly spoke, with a sob. Her shoulders heaved, as she tried to hold back the tears. "There, there, Cindy," he comforted her. Already prepared through a number of hypnotic sessions, she was still shocked at the idea of moving away from what had become her home. He stroked her hair and pulled her head into his shoulder. Marvin wrapped his arms around her, in an effort to comfort her. "If Cindy doesn't like her new master, she can return here," he said, with a deep soothing voice. "Look at me," he demanded, holding onto her face, looking into her eyes. "You want your master to be happy with you, don't you? Good!" "Now be a good girl and accept what your master tells you. It is for your own good. Cindy needs a master to care for her. If he doesn't, you just have to call me and I'll come and get you. OK?" he said, with such sincerity, she couldn't help nodding agreement. "Well! That's settled then. I want you to pack some things. You won't need much, as your master will have new clothes, and everything you could possibly want. He will probably want to buy you lots of nice new things," he said, with a cheerfulness he didn't feel. *** Marvin gave her a big hug in the study, before she left, though he couldn't bring himself to see her off. The giggle of girls sent her on her way with hugs and kisses, telling her she was lucky. They waved as a van drove Cindy away, for delivery to a new home. Marvin felt sad from losing his first bimbo. Right from the start it had been his intention to find new homes for them. He had become close to them all, feeling they were a part of a large family. The money from Candy's sale was useful, but didn't help assuage the feeling of loss. The wealthy man who now owned her, had been checked out, and so he knew she would be looked after. He really meant it, when he told her he would fetch her home if she was unhappy. He sighed heavily. Bubbles wandered into the study, with a coffee. "Bubbles, I promised you a special night with your master. Would you mind sharing with the other bimbo's tonight?" he asked. Bubbles looked at her master in confusion. She wasn't used to being asked her opinion over anything. "I'm just a silly bimbo, master. Master must decide for me," she replied, in a wavering, modest voice. This was all wrong. She was just a silly bimbo, unable to think for herself, and it left her confused. First they had to get used to Cindy being sent way, which was a devastating idea. Now, master was asking her to decide upon something. "Of course I will! Tomorrow your master will take his pleasure with Bubbles. It will be a special night, just between the two of us, as a reward for waiting. Tonight your master needs the pleasure of his giggle of girls," Marvin decisively announced. Bubbles smiled, once more becoming reassured that her master was in control, looking after her, making the decisions for her. She had once been a top saleswoman, running a high powered team in an international corporation. She had been used to making far reaching decisions. That past life was now forgotten, as though it never existed. She was now a simple, dim-witted bimbo, ready to serve her master. "Go tell the others to prepare themselves for their master. First, make me something to eat, and make sure everyone has a nourishing meal. They will need their strength, for master will use them hard," he warned her. Bubbles skipped out of the study, feeling lightheaded. She just knew this was going to be a marvelous night of fucking. She hurried to the kitchen, to announce the good news. The meal was hurriedly prepared, with them all working together. They concentrated hard on getting it right, for they wanted to quickly get to their rooms. Scrubbing their bodies clean, selecting outfits, and applying make-up, was completed in record time. Changing into their sexiest outfits, they presented themselves in the lounge, for inspection. *** "You all look delightful," Marvin smiled. "Turn around Candy. I thought so. Your bottom is showing under that short dress," he laughed. "Such a nice bottom too. You are right not to hide it away," he complimented her. Candy beamed back at him, with a look of pride, from having received her master's praise. She twirled a lock of hair, between a finger and thumb. Despite being in her thirties, she looked a cute little thing. "Barbie, give us a twirl. You look divine, a real living doll. That flared dress shows off your hips perfectly. Such long legs too. No need to look down. Stand up straight, push out those big bouncy breasts. That's it, they are magnificent," Marvin praised her. Barbie had been married to a wealthy businessman, and was a bored housewife, with nothing to do. She twisted men around her little finger, with a combination of wit, intelligence and beauty. This was useful at business orientated parties. It was unforgivable, when she took the staff to her bed. Her husband needed a simple solution, without publicity or lawyers, so he called Marvin. Now she was a silly little bimbo, giggling from the anticipation of being fucked. "Thank you master, Barbie loves it when she pleases her master. Your Barbie doll loves to show herself off to her master," she gushed. She couldn't help pushing out her breasts at him, wanting him to play with them. From the programming, he only had to mention them, for her to become hot and bothered, needing them to be squeezed. "Nice dress Bubbles. It shows off your delicious figure perfectly. It's a nice dress, but you'll have to take it off for me, in a moment," he told her. "Oh! Yes master," Bubbles giggled. "Thank you master," she continued to giggle. Marvin looked her up and down, watching her shimmy with longing, just because he was examining her. She had a vacant look upon her face, from day-dreaming about her master fucking her. "You all have such delectable bodies, I think you should do a slow striptease for your master," he decided. They looked at him, their faces full of desire. He would have to be careful, or they might tear his clothes from his body, to get at his cock. He needed to keep a strict control on his giggle of bimbos. Bubbles chose some music, with a steady rhythm, for them to dance to. Their ability to dance wasn't something he could do much about, even with hypnosis. Bubbles had tipped the other two off, warning them to wear an outfit easily shrugged off. Barbie stepped forward, while the other two stood to one side, seductively gyrated their bodies. She wore a sheath dress, without buttons or a zip. She rolled it up her thighs, slowly, revealing a smoothly oiled body. She danced like a snake, rolling her hips, twisting her body, emphasizing a pair of large breasts. The dress was worked up her body, until it was rolled up tight, under her magnificent breasts. She stood between his knees, shaking them at him, bouncing them in front of his eyes. At a dramatic moment in the music, she revealed them right on cue. Lifting the dress, up over her head, the big bouncy breasts were revealed in all their glory. She slowly pulled the dress over her head, with arms trapped in the material, leaving her body vulnerable. He could have lent forward, grabbed the dress in a fist to trap her arms, and kissed her wonderful breasts. She used this technique before, and it was just as stimulating now. He had to restrain himself, for this was just the beginning. The dress was thrown to Bubbles. Barbie continued to swivel her slim waist, swaying a pair of voluptuous breasts in his face. Her hands smoothed down her sides, over her hips, catching in the sides of the panties. She took her time pulling them down, with taunting tugs at them. Eventually she peeled them down her thighs, to reveal a thong. She turned away from him, looking seductively over her shoulder, wiggling her bottom. She licked her lips, and winked at him, in an exaggerated sensual pose. Her peachy, bare ass looked ripe enough to bite. She twisted her long blonde hair around her head, letting it fall over one eye. Barbie looked at him with a winsome smile. She turned around, to face him, blew him a kiss, and pulled at the thong. She let it fall around her knees, where she held it taught between them. A swiveling dance on the spot kept her whole body in motion. She let the thin lacy material fall around her ankles, simulating a pair of manacles. The dance became an imaginary struggle, as though trying to free her ankles from cuffs. After a few wiggles of her hips, she kicked the thong across the room. Barbie boldly opened her legs, threw her arms out stretched, toward her master, and blew him a kiss. She sank to her knees before her master, lowering her head in a dramatic display of fealty. Marvin clapped loudly. "Encore! Encore!" he shouted, with a cheerful laugh. Barbie's pussy was glistening with the wetness of her excitement. She gave her master a big smile of happiness, from knowing she had pleased him. She struggled back to the others, breathing hard, hardly able to stand from having put so much effort into entertaining him. She stood next to Bubbles swaying gently to the beat of the music. Candy took her place in the spotlight. She seemed nervous. Marvin smiled at her, nodded his approval, and blew her a kiss. This seemed to vitalize her. She pretended to catch the kiss and pressed it to her heart. She was dressed like a young girl, despite being thirty-two. Although she had been an intelligent and a fiercely independent woman, she was no longer embarrassed from dressing, and behaving, like a stupid bimbo. She accepted this new role, learning from the others how to behave. Her skin was smooth and fresh. He could see most of it, around the brief outfit. It looked as though she wouldn't take long to strip off. The fast tempo kept her moving, with hands sliding up and down her body. She bent over showing off a round taut ass. Looking over her shoulder at him she blew a kiss to her master. The others had been teaching her some seductive, saucy moves. She crossed her arms and pulled the top off, revealing her beasts. Looking embarrassed, she quickly turned around. Marvin was surprised. He then realized the reaction was from their inadequate size, not from baring them. She was comparing her breasts to the other bimbo's enlarged tits. More than ever, she wanted her breasts to be big and impressive, to please her master. She felt inadequate and dissatisfied with her shape, as though she were letting him down. Because of this, she worked hard to please him, learning how to be a good little bimbo for him. Candy wiggled her bottom at her wonderful master, as though it were a consolation, knowing she had a pleasing ass. Once naked she had to turn around and squat on the floor, at his feet. As much as she wanted to cover them, she held her shoulders back, thrusting out her poor breasts at him. They weren't small by any standards. It was just that the others had such big plump breasts. As she was rising, to get back to the other bimbo's, she noticed him beckon her. Candy stepped forward, worried, incase she had done something wrong. Right up close to him, she felt his breath on her nipples. She watched in consternation as he leant forward. Her eyes opened wide in astonishment. Her master cupped one of her breasts in both hands, tenderly kissed a nipple, and sucked it into his mouth. He bit upon it, and sucked hard on her breast. It tingled like a tiny buzzer, ringing an urgent message to her bud. She felt her whole body shiver with excitement. He paid as much attention to her other breast, sucking and holding onto it as though it were the most precious thing in the world. She could hardly stand with her head spinning. It felt as though her body were being drained of strength through a nipple. Her nipples felt hard as rocks. Her breasts felt full. Her pussy was on fire. A Lady and the Student Ch. 04 Before the other bimbos he was giving her a special treat. Candy felt precious, ever so privileged to be caressed so lovingly by her master. He was smiling at her with warm approval, aware of how she felt. "Your master has arranged to have a big bouncy pair of breasts," Marvin smiled. "Oh! Wow! Master! Thank you so much, master," Candy cried, with tears in her eyes. She didn't step back rather she floated back, on a cushion of deep emotion. Her master cared for her, she knew that, but this special attention was more special than she dared hope for. She stood next to Barbie, moving ever so slightly to the music, unable to look away from her wonderful master. Candy was in seventh heaven, anticipating the night to come. Bubbles stepped forward. She swung her shining black hair, flicking him with it. At a crescendo in the music, she stood up straight, and shook off the dress. The silk slithered off her body, to pool around her feet. She dramatically stretched her arms above her head, lifting a large bosom, holding the pose for a moment. Her whole naked body was stretched up, on tiptoe, as though reaching for something. Twisting her legs, she continued the movement, curling her whole body around until she faced away from him. Bubbles bent over, straight legged, gripping her ankles. Her pussy lips protruded rudely between her thighs, looking delightfully puffy. They were already wet, from her master's attention. Her state of arousal had also been inspired from the others erotic performances. She let herself go, twisting her body, emphasizing her curves. It didn't take long before she fell at her master's feet, and buried her face in his lap. She looked up at him with a wanton look, needing him to give permission for what she needed. He shook his head and wagged a finger at her, to emphasis the mouthed word, 'No'. Marvin couldn't let her have his cock yet. There was the other two to think of as well. Mischievously she bit his hardening cock through his trousers. He reached forward and slapped her ass. He pushed her off his knees, indicating to Candy to cut the music. "That was a splendid show, my lovely girls," he announced, with a big smile of approval. He looked at their faces, each glowing with pride over their entertaining performance. They were no longer young girls, as they were in their thirties. The girly behavior and youthful thinking seemed to have turned the clock back for them. They did look younger, more enthusiastic, and full of life. Marvin felt a warm glow of satisfaction, from having successfully manipulated their thinking and self-image. All three accepted they were stupid bimbo's, needing him to make all the decisions, and look after them. They ran around, thinking of nothing more than dressing up, to please him. As mature women they had dressed fashionably, in designer clothes, shopping in exclusive stores. The jewelry they wore had been expensive and discreet. Now they wore as little as possible, like a young slut, out on the town. They decorated themselves in cheap gaudy, shiny plastic. They spent ages, helping each other look like silly young girls, out on the make. Their thoughts were dominated by the need to please their master, especially when near him. Then they became hot, desiring him, needing his attention. They would become shy and awkward in his presence, until he smiled reassuringly at them, releasing showers of giggly pleasure. They were happy. They were contented with their lives, as they had never been before. Thinking as bimbos, left them at ease with a simple life, stripped of its complications. They demanded nothing, other than the opportunity to please their master. When receiving attention from him, they became ecstatic, overflowing with a deep inner joy. Marvin watched them physically vibrating from passionate arousal. They stood there naked, pensive, waiting for him to satisfy them. They wouldn't make it to the bedroom, without raping him on the way. What a demanding life he had! A plan was already in hand otherwise, he would have been in trouble. "On the floor, all of you," he demanded. As one they kneeled, looking up at him, full of expectation. The Doc was right they were cute little pets, needing a strong master to look after them. Through hypnosis Marvin removed their social habits, the codes they lived by, and changed the way they thought. As a consequence they lost all the inhibitions that kept them in check. They were now sexually liberated, and could become very demanding. He stood in front of them. "Undress me," he simply stated. "Slowly, don't grab," he warned. As each garment was removed they touched, licked and kissed the revealed flesh. "No! Leave it," he warned, not knowing who had taken hold of his cock. "Down girls," he firmly ordered. Reluctantly they sank back on their haunches. "On all fours," he said, as he walked behind them. They didn't need telling to separate their legs. Bubbles was impressively splaying her legs wide, showing off a rare athletic ability. She must have been practicing at night, when waiting her turn in the master's bed. This was how she had been able to bend over and grab her ankles. He made a mental note, to find out what other tricks she had learnt. He kneeled behind Bubbles, pushing his cock between her cheeks. He rubbed and teased her tight brown, puckered hole. He reached to the bimbo's either side of her, to push a finger into their pussies. When he found the right place, evident from their sighs, he pushed hard into Bubbles. She let out a long sigh and shuddered. He had been teasing her asshole, only at the last second, shoving hard into her vagina. He leaned on her with all his weight as his hands were busy holding onto the other two. He worked them with a hand cupping their sex, while fingers explored inside their sensitive pussies. All three were ready for him. Bubbles had given up her special night to share him, so she deserved his cock. She pushed back upon him, understanding he couldn't fuck her, while holding onto the other two. She vigorously shoved her bottom against him, with abandon, without finesse, just going for it. Slamming her ass against him heavily, for a moment or two, she suddenly stopped. "I'm there!" Bubbles quietly announced. "I've cum! Oh thank you master," she wailed. "Oh! Yes! Thank you, master!" Candy whimpered. She caught the spirit of the moment from Bubbles, pushing her into an orgasm. Barbie caught her friends' rush of emotion, pushing her into a delicious climax. She shook her head from side to side, not denying it rather she shook it with excess energy, as though she might explode. The rush had her delirious from seething sensations, translating into pure emotion bombarding her brain. She screamed with pleasure. As though it were the signal waited for, all four collapsed in a heap of limbs, entwining themselves together, to become one being. Marvin turned Bubbles over, to suck on her breasts. Letting her go, he nuzzled between Candy's thighs then moved on, to lick Barbie. He pulled them together, working upon them, pleasuring them, loving them. They spent the rest of the evening, playing with each other. Marvin maneuvered all three in a circle, with Bubbles resting her head in his lap. Candy had her head between Bubbles thighs, and he had his head poised over Barbie's pussy. "Get ready, girls, one, two three, go!" he shouted. He buried his tongue into Barbie's pussy, and sucked her lips into his mouth, to nibble on them. Barbie was sucking on Candy's pussy, and in turn Candy sucked on Bubbles' pussy. Bubbles had the honor of sucking on his cock. The first one to cum had to serve the snacks. He knew he wouldn't be ready for awhile yet. It was between Bubbles, who had the honor of sucking his cock, and Barbie. It didn't take long. Barbie shook her legs, holding them stiff, looking like a doll with epilepsy. She couldn't hold out for long, as it was her master sucking on her lips. "Oh! Master!" Barbie began to say. "Keep sucking, you haven't finished Candy off yet," he admonished her. Still on a high from the orgasm she bent to her work with a loving care. She kissed and sucked Candy's pussy, with all the attention she could muster. Under Candy, Bubbles erupted. A great explosive whoosh of air screamed from her mouth, announcing her climax. She had her master's cock in her mouth and that had almost been exciting enough to cum. "Both of you now finish Candy, eat her all up. Give her all your attention," Marvin encouraged them. They sucked on her breasts and between her legs. Her face was covered in kisses and even her bottom was tenderly caressed. Eventually she could withstand no more. She made a sound like a wolf, howling at the moon. Her whole body lost its tension as though deflating, like a holed sex doll. She sank into the soft, luxuriant carpet, looking happy and contented. He took hold of Barbie's wrist. "You stay here, I'll get the food and drinks," Marvin said. He too had a happy smile on his face. "Oh! No master, please! I must serve my master," Barbie whispered, looking startled. "Yes, master, you must stay with us, its Barbie's duty to serve you, master," the other two bimbos exclaimed. They looked determined to keep the status quo. He smiled at them, reassuring them. "Very well, my lovely Barbie doll," he said. She knew which whiskey to pour, and exactly how much water to add. They all did. It was comforting to have such devoted bimbos looking after him. He looked at them, with feeling of contentment. They could hardly keep still, wanting to touch him, needing his attention. He would have to be careful or they could get out of hand. He would have to keep a tight control of them. He thought of Cindy, and wondered how she was getting on with her new master. He hoped she was getting the attention she deserved. She had been the youngest of his giggle of girls. She looked young and cute, very much like a Cindy doll. The Doc had enhanced her beauty, exaggerating the natural look, turning her into a real living doll. What he didn't want to think about, was selling Bubbles, for she was next. The chief executive, of the corporation she had worked for showed some interest. They had talked about some high figures too. Marvin found out the man was going to misuse her, to entertain customers. He wanted Marvin to program her to look and sound as she had while working there. Only, she would be an easy lay, a company slut. He wanted her to be compelled to take on whoever he told her to fuck. It sounded like a fitting revenge, for Bubbles had arranged a lucrative contract to be lost to a rival corporation. She had very nearly broken an important manufacturing site. She had cheated the corporation on a whim, as she didn't need the money. Having to use her body, instead of her mind to regain the lost amount, would be a fitting retribution. It was also dangerous for Bubbles. The man wanted her to comply with whatever the customer wanted, as the customer is always right. Marvin just couldn't do that to her. She needed a caring master, who would be willing to look after her. "Well, are you all finished? Are you ready to play?" Marvin asked. They crawled over to him, like bitches in heat. They wagged their hips, and panted for him. Eating and drinking had been a temporary distraction. They now wanted their master to make a fuss of them. They were pushing each other out of the way, in their haste to get to him. "You silly little bimbos! Stop it!" he admonished. "Assume the position, good girls," he praised them. They sank back on their haunches, with thighs spread. "Lie back on the carpet. Well done, Bubbles," Marvin commented. She had spread her legs out sideways. The other two tried to emulate her, nearly as well but unable to compete. "Scrunch up beside each other. Now lock your legs around the one next to you," he told them. He pushed cushions under their hips, lifting their sex up for easier access. They were giggling in anticipation, trying to guess what was next. He started on Candy first. He lay on the floor and dipped his head into her honey pot. She tried to wriggle, but with her legs clamped tight around Bubbles and Barbie's legs she couldn't move. He held her down with a free hand while eating her pussy. Candy squealed with pleasure, trying desperately to lift her hips to get more of the delicious tongue, licking her sex. She couldn't move, as though tied to the floor, all the while wanting to join in, yet only able to take what he gave her. Eventually she gave up the struggle, laying back, enjoying the sensations. "Let her go now. Join in, you two," he ordered. Both Bubbles and Barbie pounced on her. Bubbles licked her lips and face. Barbie cupped her breasts, caressing them with her hands, biting the nipples, and sucking on them. Candy screamed out, inarticulate words, meaningless sounds, her only release from the enforced pleasure. Marvin felt her cum. He pulled his tongue from between her lips, to work hard with both hands, on her sex and asshole. He kept her climax going, lasting an age, until it stumbled into another, smaller orgasm. While Candy recovered he stroked the other two, not that he had to keep their interest. They were waiting, keen to see what he had in mind for them. He hadn't brought out any toys for this evening, deciding to use their bodies for pleasure. He pushed Bubbles legs apart, again marveling how wide she could spread them. There was no need to hold her down, as she would do as she was told. "Both of you work on her," he said. While he sucked on her lips they concentrated on her top half. Bubbly girl was soon ready. He had two fingers deep into her bottom, with two exploring her pussy. He new exactly where her bud was and knew how she liked it to be rubbed. A slow, gentle beginning, leading up to a fast and hard massage. "My jaw aches, Marvin told them, I need a rest. You two take over, both of you suck Barbie," Marvin told them. She looked disappointed, not to be sucked by her master. He crawled over to her and looked down at her big wide eyes. She lay back perfectly still while the other two relentlessly sucked on her pussy. They took turns sucking and licking her sex. When one was in to her pussy, the other licked her thighs and stroked her legs. Marvin kissed her forehead gently. He moved down her face to her neck and ears. With licks and caresses he moved back up to her lips. He gently nipped them at first, becoming more fervent with every kiss. He matched her state of arousal. She was thrusting her hips up at whoever was sucking her pussy. She couldn't hold out much longer. An orgasm racked her body from head to foot. It looked as though she were having a fit. "My turn now," he laughed. They laughed out loud, with a great show of joy. He had made them orgasm so many times, yet now they got to do what they had been trained for. They were going to pleasure their master. Instead of rushing at him, they pulled away from him. They assumed a slave position, and bowed to him. He could see they were going to make the most of it. He hadn't cum yet, despite taking Bubbles, and making her cum. They laid him back on the carpet, moving their hands over his body with a light massage. They murmured quietly to him that he should relax. The lighting was subdued. Their fingers and hands glided over his body, generating the most pleasurable sensations. They had successfully brought him down, from being close to an orgasm. A finger nail traced his groin. A finger tip feather stroked his thighs. A palm cupped his balls. A hand stroked his penis. Slowly they built him up again. They wanted him to last, so they could each have his cum inside their bodies. They didn't care where it was, just so long as they had his cock inside.