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Matszuka's Special Massage

By: StarrKist



Tonight was the night for Briana's weekly massage. Well, it had been weekly, but since Briana Altman-Janzen had moved her company's headquarters from New York to LA, she had been too busy to set aside time for her favorite indulgence. Fortunately, the new villa had been planned by her with the most awesome massage spa ever! The room was beautiful with muted colors and see-through drapes to make everything as proper as possible. There was the best sound system money could by so the Soundscapes would soak her with radiant sound and, from what she was told, the new masseuse she had hired, was the very best; well trained in many of the ancient arts of massage and relaxation.

"She better be great," thought Briana. The price she was paying was outrageous. But that's what it took to get the very best to come to your house, once a week at 10:30pm, well after your 7 year-old had gone to bed.

Not that money mattered to Briana. Now at 29, she was the richest woman in the world, recently surpassing Oprah on that list. She daydreamed back to when she had assumed her late husband's company, many in the board room snickered at her desire to not only keep control of the business, but her demand that she be given daily operational control. Since taking over (with help of Jon Masterson, her CEO and new lover) she had turned the multi-million dollar Janzen Interprises (wait, "Altman-Janzen Interprises") into a 120 billion dollar conglomeration of businesses and ALL of those original board members were now unemployed, while young, bright, exciting minds had transformed the stuffy, 3-piece suit office into one with skateboards, scooters and brilliant new ways of looking at things.

She had asked her husband a hundred times to let her get involved in the business, but he just snickered and patted her behind and told her that her job was to look beautiful. Not a surprising response. Ted believed, like everyone else, that this 21 year-old had married this 70 year-old man simply for the life of luxury and the beautiful new breasts which now graced her bodice. But she was different; she truly loved him, although she was little more than a trophy to him. She knew of his other women and battled sexually and psychologically to win him totally to her. She even bore him an heir which was a stream of endless joy for him. But, she admitted, Ted never loved her and proved that with his uninspired sexual esteem for her. Briana had decided though, even though many men tried to hit on her, she would not know another man until Ted had passed on.

He did so four years ago, in the bed of another woman, his heart finally giving out, and now Briana was left with the money, the mansion and the business, and, though Ted had not loved her as a wife, he loved her love for him and he loved his ex-wife and kids even less, leaving them with a mere $50,000 in seed money for each.

"I'm leaving Ms. Janzen." The intercom from her secretary, Zoe, snapped her back to reality and Briana quickly packed up her belongings as well and called for her driver to come round and pick her up.

After a short drive, she arrived at home to find Brandon excited from another day of discovery in second grade. But her joy was interrupted with a crush when Brandon asked what a "Golddigger" was, telling Briana that one of his friend's dad had told his son that the term exactly described Briana. She comforted her son and took him to bed, reassuring him and giving him a long bedtime story and good night kiss. Paving the way for what would become an amazing weekly time of peace. Briana had her butler draw a very hot bath in the massage room and, after he had left, she undressed and climbed in, letting her day soak away in the warm water and the music.

"Excuse me Miss uh Janzen," said a voice, awakening her from her sleep with English words with a slight Japanese accent, "I am Matszuka, sent to give you massage."

"Yes, us Mat-zooo-ker?"

"Mat ZOO-kuh," Matszuka corrected.

"Yes, Matszuka, I'm so pleased to meet you." Briana responded.

"Please to help you step out of tub, immediately," said Matszuka. The Asian lady was pleased to note that Briana was as kind as she had heard and was equally as beautiful. She also squelched a slight smile as she noticed how rapidly Briana responded to her command to come out of the tub and how unashamed she was to do so completely nude.

Matszuka helped Briana to dry off, rubbing a heavy towel over her entire body, even lifting Briana's legs to dry the bottom of her feet and the backs of her knees. Briana loved the service but wondered if Matszuka was always this aggressive. Soon Briana was on the table, aromas steaming up from the hot water bucket below her face -- a bucket placed there by Matszuka, emanating aromas from beads dropped in there by the Asian woman. The massage began as always, with hot lotion rubbed in various places at various levels of pressure. Briana's mind began to decompress, vaguely noting that Matszuka began to talk her into relaxing -- in a monotone voice encouraging Briana to relax, so easy to relax, to let her mind go blank, to let her mind be led into complete relaxation and bliss....... The voice just seemed to fade into the soundscapes music.

Briana found herself getting... hmm... aroused? Yes, aroused... so excited to be touched... so excited... WHAT... Briana quickly lifted her top from the table, grabbing a blanket to cover her breasts once she had realized -- Matszuka was teasing Briana's vagina with her fingers.

"What are you doing?" Briana demanded.

"Very old and special massage includes touching all parts of a woman," Matszuka explained.

"Well, I am not a lesbian, Matszuka, I would appreciate it if you keep your touch to the normal areas," despite it all Briana shuddered a bit with excitement. A shudder noticed by Matszuka.

"Yes, Miss my deepest apologies, I was only trying to please you," Matszuka bowed.

"Yes, It's OK, I appreciate that but let's keep it modest," said Briana, lying back down. Matszuka knew it was going to take a deeper trance for her plan to work, this was not unanticipated.

---A NEW MASSAGE---

Matszuka began to work her magic, deeply rubbing precise touch points on Briana's body. Touching lightly, letting the potent aromas overwhelm her subject's senses...

"Matszuka loves to make you relax, so deep... making you feel so comfortable, so safe... very easy to go to a deep relaxing place..." Matszuka droned on. Briana thought briefly to herself that her other masseuses she had used normally talked very little to keep their clients very relaxed, Matszuka on the other hand talked almost... like a hypnotist... If Briana thought this odd, she quickly let the thought slip away, either for her own deep desires or from the urgings of Matszuka, either way, the thought was quickly gone...

"...Into a deep... deep.... Sleep," Matszuka talked in a very low voice, very even, her face just behind Briana's head. "You're ready to let yourself go completely, aren't you?"

"Yes," mumbled Briana, into the face cradle which was holding her head and keeping her nostrils pointed directly at the hypnotic scents of Matszuka. Briana relaxed deeply, finding a comfortable spot and letting Matszuka do her work... it felt so good... it was wonderful... it was... was... Briana couldn't think of what it was... She tried, but words didn't seem to be able to form in her head. She couldn't think of a word that could describe how she felt. In fact, she was struggling to think of any words at all.

"...so easy to let your mind go totally asleep, listening only to my voice," Matszuka droned, "you find you don't want to think at all..."

Matszuka was almost singing now, "it's so hard to think all day long, so much easier to just let your mind go totally blank and listen only to the voice of Matszuka; a voice that leads you..." Matszuka continued as she began to massage high on the semi-tranced girl's thighs...

"...a voice that thinks for you, in fact, it's getting hard to tell the difference between your own thoughts and Matszuka's voice at all."

"You don't care to think, you just want to let my voice lead you and think for you... you want to enjoy my voice even more and to do that, all you need to do... is let go. Let go of all worry, let go of all control, let your mind go completely blank, simply enjoying my voice. Briana -- can you do that for Matszuka?"

"Yes," Briana said half asleep.

"Good girl, very good...," smiled Matszuka, "When I count to 3 I will snap my fingers and you will completely let go of all worries, all control and fall into a deep... restful... sleep."

Matszuka felt Briana's shudder again. She stifled a brief smile.

"3.. 2.. 1.. SNAP!"

That finger snap was like a thunderclap to Briana, but it was the last noise she would hear as the person she was before meeting Matszuka. Matszuka hands continued to work Briana's fit glutes as she continued her pursuit of Briana's mind.

"Picture in your mind the most beautiful place you can imagine..."

Briana saw herself standing above the most beautiful beach, sea spray delightfully hitting her in the face. O yes, she wanted to go down to the beach and just relax, not worry, to feel the cool sand between her toes.

Suddenly, Briana saw ten steps in front of her. Somehow she knew it would be so easy to walk down the steps to the beach as she wanted SO much to do so. Why was she even here? As soon as she tried to ask these questions, it disappeared as quickly as it came. Briana somehow knew she was not to know, she was only to follow. And when she thought of following, her mind was filled with thoughts of total bliss and happiness. But... what...? Something interrupted that train of thought.

"1... slowly coming back... and.Awake! SNAP" Briana suddenly opened her eyes and saw the floor below her. She was in the massage room, as Matszuka was working her thighs. She shuddered a bit feeling her upper thighs and buttocks uncovered.

"Must have fallen asleep," she thought to herself, but for some reason Briana couldn't help but thinking something else had just happened, something she should have known about. She struggled to think of what it was, but something -- the massage... the aroma therapy... SOMETHING was making her mind hazy.

"Briana, listen to Matszuka," the masseuse interrupted Briana's thoughts as she touched the back of Briana's head, "Briana's Sleepy Massage." Briana didn't have a moment to think about the meaning of those words. The words swept over her; overwhelmed her -- coursing through her body, her hair, her eyes and particularly her private parts. Briana instantly felt herself falling and her mind emptying as she helplessly slipped back into a deep trance.

Matszuka spent the next half hour bringing Briana out of her trance and back down deep through various triggers. Briana proved a fantastic hypnosis subject and Matszuka was ready to take Briana much deeper.

* * *

Briana found herself standing back at the beach high up on the hill, overlooking the ocean with ten steps leading down to the sand. Briana looked at herself. Yes, she did look sexy in her two piece bikini and sexy strapped heels. She did feel SO sexy, her pussy tingling and getting so wet. She knew every part of her was excited...

"...every nerve pulsing with sexual excitement..." Matszuka led her subject as her finger began to circle the lips of Briana's vagina, "and this excitement can keep growing by going deeper into the wonderful trance... would you like to go deeper Briana?"

"Y-yes" Briana stuttered, almost unable to speak through her arousal, a greater sexual arousal than she had ever known with Ted OR Jon.

Briana looked at the steps in front of her and saw them change. Yes, the deep red carpeting was beautiful and WOULD feel so good between her toes. She wanted SO much to go down those steps. Why? Briana didn't even think to think that question -- she was just compelled to take that first step, feeling how wonderful the carpet felt as she removed her heels and felt the shag as her toes sunk into the plush, luxurious carpet. She readied to take the next step -- she was so happy it would please... who would it please? It didn't matter to this now-ditzy, sex-starved bimbo; she only knew she must take the next step and each subsequent one, each time, letting another part of her grasp on reality leave. That part was replaced by feelings of joy, of fulfillment, of sexual excitement and happiness for having pleased... pleased whom? Matszuka?

"...Doing so well, making me so happy," said Matszuka, "totally unafraid, just blissfully walking down the steps, each time giving me more control, each step saying you are more willing to give up your thoughts and your will and replacing it with MY voice. The voice of Matszuka. The voice that takes away the heavy load of thinking and desiring -- and replacing it with the bliss of submission to me... 6..."

* * *

Briana sighed as she stepped off the final step. She smiled, she had done it, something was different, something was better. She shivered as she looked around. Yes, there was a nice beach chair and Briana felt very comfortable sitting in it. Her toes feeling so wonderful, sinking into the moist sand, the sun so warm on her body. She did feel like removing her top and giving it to Matszuka. And her bikini bottom...

"Don't be afraid, just see yourself slip out of the bikini bottom and hand it to me, you must follow my voice... five times more aroused now... pussy quivering... you need to remove your bikini, hand it to me and let the sun shine on your pussy."

Matszuka watched as the girl on her table hiked her bottom to remove imaginary bottoms and hand them to her.

"You are such a good girl, Briana, thank you, feels so good, so safe to be nude on the beach. Nothing to fear, all alone except for you and me. In fact you feel so sexy sunning nude in the sun..."

* * *

Briana laid back in the chase and spread her legs, the sun felt so good on breasts... uh, tits, yes on her tits... o God and on her.... uh, pussy -- yes it felt so good on her pussy, she WAS so horny. Almost absent-mindedly her hand trailed down to her private area as she began to explore herself here on the beach...

Matszuka watched Briana's fingers begin to explore her own pussy. Fingers pressing her pussy lips together, putting pressure on her clitty, then her two middle fingers sliding inside. Briana whimpered lightly as her own fingers found their place inside her tunnel and then worked back out.

"Your excitement building Briana, you are so horny out here in the sun, such a sexual person, wanting nothing more than to cum right here on the beach..." Matszuka's voice led Briana to new heights, "but you can't cum, only one person can allow you to cum. Do you know who that person is Briana?"

"Matszuka?"

"Yes Briana, no matter how much your sexual excitement continues to build," Matszuka said with great authority even though her voice stayed even and low, "you may only have an orgasm if Matszuka tells you it's OK..."

Briana's assault on her tingling vagina continued, her feet planting on the table, her hips hiking trying to create the perfect target for her fingers. Her arousal caused her musk aroma to grow and fill the room. The picture of Briana's masturbation, coupled with that smell, nearly made Matszuka weak at the knees, but she kept her composure -- she had a plan for this heiress and it was progressing perfectly. 

Matszuka's Special Massage Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Briana Reveals a Secret

Briana Altman-Janzen, a young, wealthy heiress had forbidden her new masseuse, Matszuka, from touching her private parts, but after a relaxing massage and some powerful, ancient, far eastern aroma therapy, the expert, masseuse had taken Briana deep into a trance. In the trance, Briana had been led by her new hire to a beach inside her own mind. Having started touching herself on the beach, Matszuka now watched her beautiful thrall trying to masturbate to orgasm; only Briana now mentally all orgasms were "pinned" to her masseuse and without Matszuka's consent, no release could be had no matter how diligently the beautiful blonde's fingers worked her most sensitive spots.

Matszuka watched the professionally manicured french nails work the pink folds between Briana's thighs. A part of Matszuka wanted to dive between those beautiful thighs, tasting that sweet nectar. But since the moment Matszuka knew of the opportunity she had to work with this sexy billionaire, Matszuka crafted a plan to not only get this lovely maiden as a sexual partner, but to offer the much older asian woman access to her great wealth, as well. To do this, Matszuka had to lean on years of training in self-control and discipline. To lose her inhibitions now would be to endanger the brilliant plan she was crafting.

Matszuka took away Briana's ability to touch her pussy, mentally "tying" her hands to her sides so that Briana could not move no matter how aroused she became. Matszuka watched Briana writhe in agony as she informed her subject that answering a list of questions "without hesitation and with absolute honesty" was the only way Briana would be able to have her hands complete their work.

Matszuka probed Briana's past and psyche, finding Briana was a spoiled Daddy's girl who lived a very sheltered childhood. She also found Briana was the classic 'ugly duckling' who grew up plain and, thus developed many great success skills with which 'desired' women rarely bothered. She found Briana had indeed loved her much elder husband and he had, in fact, broken her hymen on their wedding night (although Briana had given a few blow jobs and hand jobs in her time). Briana's new boyfriend Jon was also much better with the "magic stick" and Matszuka was pleased to learn Briana was beginning to, slowly, grow as a sexual adventurer at his behest. Growing up plain had sharpened Briana's fantasy faculties to a fine skill, as well.

Matszuka moved in closer, she let her finger touch the quivering lips of Briana's vagina, Briana sucked in a quick breath at the touch.

"Now Briana, remember you must answer honestly and accurately," Matszuka talked slowly and calmly in her heavy accent, "you told me you are not a lesbian, but have you ever BEEN with a woman, in a sexual manner?"

Matszuka felt Briana tense, she saw Briana's forehead crinkle slightly.

"Everything is ok my sweet Briana," Matszuka cooed, "I am here to protect you, nothing can hurt you, you are totally safe here. It's just you and Matszuka, and I am here to keep you happy, relaxed and aroused, wanting to make you so very happy, but you must tell me this secret so that we can have nothing between us.

"M-Michelle," Briana nearly coughed the name, then visibly relaxed once she had unloaded her deepest secret to Matszuka.

"Good girl," Matszuka praised.

* * *

Briana was unaware that she was, in fact, sharing her most confusing moment with Matszuka. In Briana's mind she had returned to that night as a young, high school girl. It was a sleep-over with a friend. 

The two teenagers got into a playful bit of wrestling and tickling. Next thing Briana knew, Michelle had her pinned down. Briana felt, again, for the first time in years, her stronger friend grip Briana's wrists by her head and Michelle's legs pressing down Briana's thighs. Both were breathing heavily from the wrestling, so Briana thought - but she was soon to realize her friend's heavy breathing was coming from another source.

"Now I got you," Michelle half-laughed as the two friends connected eyes. Lying on her back and looking up at her friend, Briana thought that laugh to be oddly awkward as was the approach of Michelle's face towards Briana. Briana was in shock as Michelle moved in for a deep, French kiss. 

Briana couldn't move as her friend's tongue slipped quickly into her mouth and just as quickly exited. Michelle pulled back looking into Briana's eyes for a sign of what to do next. Briana could not hide her fear, nor could she hide her excited nipples poking through her t-shirt.

One of Michelle's hands slipped down from Briana's wrist and slipped down to Briana's tummy. Briana wasn't sure if it was the weight of her friend or the weight of the moment that stopped Briana from resisting as her best friend slid her hand upwards, pulling Briana's t-shirt up to expose those hardened nubs. Briana wanted to scream, to run, to do anything to escape this moment. But something held her in place, and that something wasn't her friends weight on Briana's left thigh as Michelle began to grind her groin against the young girl's soft skin.

***"That is so good Briana," cooed Matszuka as she made short circles on the folds of Briana's nipples,"See your friend on top of you, tell Matszuka all that is happening."***

"Have you ever done this before?" The question came out as a low hiss from Michelle's mouth. A shake of the head was all Briana could muster. "Me either," said Michelle, "but I've always wondered what it would be like." Michelle slid her own t-shirt over her head. Briana had seen Michelle in the girls gym locker room before, but never like this. Michelle was one of the bustier girls in school, her nipples were rigid at attention, the dark brown aeriolas glistening with tiny beads of sweat. The terrified, trapped girl could only stare at those round, firm globes as they heaved with the excitement Michelle was obviously feeling.

Michelle leaned in and kissed Briana full on the mouth. Briana had fully french kissed only one boy before and that was her neighbor Sal Watson. It had been awkward and filled with saliva. Now, Michelle's kiss was tender, with the girly smell of powder following their embrace. Briana was surprised to find she quite liked their tongues dancing together between the two sets of lips.

Michelle pulled herself back from Briana, pushing a hand on either side of Briana's shoulders. She then lowered her breasts until their nipples came in contact with one another. Michelle lightly swung herself on her shoulders so that their nipples made full contact on all sides as the slid back and forth from one another. Briana watched the nipple interaction with great interest, wondering if what she was doing was the most exciting thing ever or the sin for which she would go eternally to hell.

"You are so sweet," Michelle whispered as she lowered herself onto her side." Her hand touched Briana's tummy as she moved in for another kiss. The touch of their lips and tongues was brief however as Michelle moved down to Briana's neck and began to kiss just below the young girls ear, working her way up to the lobe.

Briana took in a swift deep breath, partly from the nibbling on her sensitive ear but even more so from her good friends hand sliding down between Briana's legs. 

Briana couldn't resist her legs slipping open as the virgin space between her legs was violated for the first time. She felt Michelle's hand encase her mound, literally pulling Briana's ass from the floor as hand ground against her silk covered slit.

"Oh Briana," Michelle moaned, as she rolled on top of her friend. The two girls began to hug and kiss, holding each other's body tightly against the other. Hips began to move and private parts were paired together as the two friends explored new feelings that literally took the breath away from each.

"Oooh" Briana moaned. She had not made a sound in some time, out of some fear of what would happen to her relationship if she did. But the slipping of her friend silk panties against her own drew a guttural sound out of her.

"Shhh", you can't wake my father," Michelle said through her own panting, "we have to be quiet, our parents will kill us." Briana pursed her lips hard together and squinted her eyes as well as the girls rubbed together in an awkward dance.

"Oh shit", Michelle loudly whispered, then a low whimper escaped her lips. "Briana" she whined as her hands gripped each of the young girl's shoulders.

"Ahhh ahhh... oooooo" Briana opened her eyes to see her friend's face contorted like Briana had never seen before. "MMMEEWPH" was the sound Michelle made as she covered her own mouth. Her hips sped up, grinding hard and fast into Briana's most intimate space.

"Mm-Mm-Mm" Briana thought Michelle might have gone out of her head as she grunted with each thrust of her hips.

"MMMeeeeewwwwwwwww" michelle whimpered long through clinched lips as she stopped thrusting and pressed her soaked panties against her friends. Briana felt Michelle shake violently and with a suddenly rush of air leaving Michelle's lungs, Briana's friend collapsed on top of her.

Briana felt the breath of her friend against her shoulder and neck. The air coming in great puffs. Soon the breaths began to be farther apart in cadence and Michelle's chest was heaving less. Later Briana would learn that her friend had experienced an orgasm, but at this time neither Briana or her friend knew exactly what had happened.

Michelle suddenly raised up, looking at her friend wide-eyed. She jumped to her feet, grabbed her t-shirt and ran to the bathroom. Briana slowly rose from the floor and slipped on her own shirt. The two went to sleep in silence that night and never spoke again of the incident. Briana felt that maybe she had done something terribly wrong and would carry the pain of that event for many years.

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Briana continued to share, unaware of the details she was telling Matszuka of the tryst and the deep shame she was revealing - a shame she had never told anyone about. Briana also revealed she had numerous guilt-filled masturbation sessions remembering her one bi-sexual encounter.

"You have done so well," Matszuka praised Briana, "now for your reward."

Matszuka grabbed Briana's hand, releasing it from its imagined restraint. She guided Briana's left hand to Briana's own clit and her right hand into her own love canal. There she coached Briana, who imagined herself aroused on her private beach, in the art of expert self-gratification. Matszuka could not resist lightly brushing her own yearning clit as she watched two, then three fingers disappear again and again in the blonde coiffed pussy.

Briana's excitement grew and grew at the guiding of Matszuka -- and as Matszuka reached her own climax -- she commanded release from Briana... A release that came with one magic word...

"Matszuka!"

Speaking her masseuses name released an orgasm in Briana that produced a flood of body fluids onto the table and an ear piercing squeal as Briana experienced the orgasm of a lifetime -- a pleasure so deep and life-altering, she would never be able to enjoy her sex life quite the same again.

Matszuka cleaned the table, took Briana to a deeper level and ingrained several triggers and post-hypnotic suggestions, including a tie into a confusing look into Penthouse as a young girl which Matszuka used to influence Briana to bring more sexuality into her daily lifestyle. She pulled it altogether with an implanted memory of the greatest massage ever and the desire for many more special Matszuka sessions. The masseuse then brought Briana out of the trance -- to face the new life that lay ahead.

* * *



Matszuka's Special Massage Ch. 03



SLEEPLESS IN LA

Briana tossed and turned in her sleep. Maybe it was the sexy, sheer, silk lingerie that she unexpectedly chose to wear to bed, eschewing the normal body-length wool shirt. She dreamed - deeply.

In her dream, she was back in her friend's darkened basement family room. Only the flickering TV light allowed her to see her friend Michelle on top of her. Michelle kissed her cheek, her ear, and began to suck on Briana's neck, making Briana's body slightly clinch as a tingle arose in her crotch. Michelle looked at her with a lust Briana had seen only once before -- on the face of an 8th grade math teacher who had started to make a move on Briana outside the gym at a nighttime ballgame before he finally came to his senses and walked away cursing himself and making Briana not sure if she felt rejected or relieved.

But the dream was not like that night with Michelle in high school, in this dream, Michelle slid down the side of Briana's body, both girls tightly holding hands. Michelle tugged up the tank to expose Briana's small, but forming breasts and excited nipples. In Briana's bedroom she let out a gasp as in the dream Michelle took a nipple in her mouth. Briana couldn't stifle a whimper. Michelle's hand trailed down Briana's tummy and lightly brushed her now-moistening panties. Soon Michelle was kissing down her body and ended between Briana's thighs. Briana didn't fight the tug at her panties by Michelle and she had to cup her hand over her mouth as Michelle's tongue ventured through the unexplored territory in Briana's pubic hair. 

Briana thought that any more stimulation would cause her to explode and Michelle's slightly-scary father would come charging down the stairs calling each of them Lesbos and whores. Both in reality and in the dream Briana's hips began to buck, through her now sex-starved eyes she looked down, past her pierced naval and saw -- MATSZUKA!!!???

Briana woke with a start!!!

* * *

CHANGES

Briana struggled to catch her breath. Why had Matszuka entered this sexy dream? And eating her pussy no less!!! A bigger question might have been -- 'Why was Briana's pussy twitching so much right now and why did she suddenly have a deep longing to be satisfied?' Briana was in a state, under an influence she didn't understand and was now incapable of fighting.

She grabbed her cell phone and hit the speed dial for Jon and was shocked when he answered in a dead sleep. "Oh sorry, Honey," said Briana, now looking at the clock and realizing it was 3am, "I hate to do this, but I need to see you -- NOW!"

It didn't take Jon long to rouse from his sleep when he learned his lover needed sex and needed it immediately. He had been working with his, somewhat naive girlfriend to learn her body better and to be more sexually active with him. After all, with a body like that, every night he slept alone was a night lost with the sexiest woman he had ever entered. He quickly grabbed his jacket, slipped on some shorts and began the 20 minute drive to her mansion.

Meanwhile, Briana had buzzed her night butler, Ebahn, and asked him to bring her some hot tea. Ebahn was wonderful and indulged her every whim. Briana suspected that he had a thing for her as she often caught him stealing glances. But she loved him anyway and enjoyed his attention to her needs.

"Having trouble sleeping, Miss," Said Ebahn as he entered the room. His gait was quickly stopped when he looked up and saw Briana in bed. Ebahn thought he might go weak and drop to his knees from the shock. Briana was not wearing her normal nightshirt in bed, one she usually reinforced with covers over the top as he entered, but was wearing a sheer negligee -- and without the top that went under the sheer covering, Ebahn had an almost unfettered view of Briana's amazing breasts.

"Yes, Ebahn, thanks and Jon is coming over; please prepare to let him in."

Briana was always kind to him, and paid him a ridiculous amount of money to do little less than to sleep at her house, but now she was clearly distracted and for the moment had little idea that Ebahn was fully studying her upper trunk to sear into his memory a visual which he would use for his own pleasure later that evening.

"Your tea, Miss," Ebahn announced as he sat the tray across her lap on the bed. As Briana came back to her senses and looked down at her tea, she realized her attire was inadequate and her eyes snapped and caught Ebahn staring down at her engorged nipples second before he could turn away.

Briana's mind tried to process the scene: "Cover your breasts, cover your breasts" a voice shouted from somewhere far in the distance. But there was another voice, one much closer, and one which Briana didn't hear but guided her now more than her own thoughts.

"Thank you, Ebahn," she cooed, not bothering to cover at all. In fact, she smiled at him as her eyes trailed down to spot what was a growing bulge in Ebahn's pants. Images flooded Briana's mind. Images of herself down on her knees pleasuring her African-American butler; images of her bending over a chair as he plunged deeply into her. She wondered if the rumors of black men were true.

"Where are these thoughts coming from," she thought.

Ebahn saw her forehead crinkle in thought and decided now was a good time to make his exit. He needed the job and he couldn't afford for Briana to feel he had lecherous feelings towards her.

Briana didn't even hear his 'good evening, Miss' nor the closing of the door as she searched her mind to find why she was so horny tonight and why she dreamed of a sexual situation that had never dawned on her before. But Briana was unable to think of anything at all. Her mind was forever changed.

Jon arrived for the night of his life. He walked in and found Briana in bed, in a sexy negligee, asking him not to talk but to 'climb on'. For a guy who had been asking her to be more adventurous sexually, he was not about to potentially ruin the moment by asking 'why'? Standing next to the bed, he quickly lowered his shorts. When Briana saw his lengthy tool spring forth she... she... she what??? She heard a voice in her head:

"Ask him to say 'I want to fuck you NOW'". Briana's forehead crinkled again, where did that thought come from.

"Ask him to say 'I want to fuck you NOW'"! The voice became more insistent in her head. "Ask him, Ask him, ASK HIM!!!" The voice grew and grew until Briana could do nothing but obey... (Oh "obey", the thought of the word made her pussy twitch deeply inside).

Briana locked her gaze into Jon's eyes as he climbed between her legs for their usual missionary position sex. They occasionally did something different, but it always started the 'good ole fashioned' way.

"Tell me you want to fuck me, now." Briana demanded. "What?" asked Jon, he saw something funny pass across Briana's face.

"Say 'I want to fuck you, NOW'" Briana nearly squealed.

"I-I want to fuck you, now?" Jon's words were little more than a question, but the words swarmed over Briana's mind. Something had told her to ask him that, something deep inside her was now taking over her mind as Jon's words resonated deep in her subconscious.

There was something she knew. Something she knew to be true deep in her soul and when she remembered that something it would be ABSOLUTELY TRUE. Unarguably true, true more than anything she had ever known.

It was only milliseconds as all these thoughts and emotions passed her groggy brain.

"Whoever tells me those words turns me into a sexy slut and gets to do anything he wants to me sexually." Briana heard the words in her head, just before they melted into the synapses of her brain and became as much a part of her being as the knowledge that she was alive. There were other things she knew -- protections should anyone say those words to her by mistake and a phone number to call her mysterious masseuse if she ever got into trouble but those ideas were locked away in a box deep in Briana's mind, far from her consciousness and could only be opened in an emergency. All of that Briana knew nothing about; right now she only knew one thing...

"Tonight let's do it like this," She said with a coy smile as she rolled over onto her hands and knees nearly dumping Jon off the bed. But Briana didn't notice Jon's plight. Sudden memories and pictures flooded Briana's mind. Pictures of Penthouses she had seen in the past, pictures of porn videos she had happened to see in strange circumstances and the knowledge that those pictures now defined who she was -- those women were SO sexy, they NEEDED sex, they WERE sex -- Briana WAS sex...

"Fuck me like a total whore," she said in her lowest, most sultry voice as she bowed her back, causing her ass to go higher in the air, offering her pussy to Jon like a bitch in heat.

"Yes Ma'am," Jon joked as he rose to his knees behind her. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew the phallus between his legs was immensely pleased.

"Don't say 'ma'am'—tonight baby, I'm here to please you," Briana chortled, "I will do ANYTHING you want," she said with a wicked smile. With that Jon grabbed her curvy hips and plunged himself deep inside her.

When he did this, the picture in her mind changed. She saw Michelle, sexy Michelle, biggest boobs in their high school, those boobs swaying hypnotically over her face as Michelle ground against her. Briana in that basement, wanting to run, yet wanting to grab her friend and do all kinds of wicked things. Briana simply lay there, taking it all in, feeling the feelings of bi-sexuality, feeling her excitement grow until...

"Matszuka," Briana hissed.

Jon was about to ask 'what' she had mumbled when his action was interrupted by Briana slamming her ass against him and rising from her hands and knees to an upright position, grabbing Jon's ass and holding his entire length inside her.

"AAAhhh AAAhhh AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Jon felt the shudder as intense orgasm ripped through her. His dick nearly choked by her pulsing pussy as Briana's entire body was on sensory overload.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" She screamed as a second wave crashed down on her. Thankfully her room was isolated from the rest of the house and no one could hear her. No one, that is but Ebahn, who was skillfully stationed in his normal spot, hearing everything going on through the security camera, watching the shadows move on the wall -- Briana had discovered once that the cameras had shown her asleep in bed and had the cameras re positioned Ebahn had the full length of his stereotypical black man's cock out of his pants and was dreaming that it were him in that bed.

Briana finally came to her senses and collapsed on the bed. Jon's penis softened and exited her vagina with a "THWOP". Jon rolled to his side of the bed, ready to rest, hoping he might get a second or third session tonight after the usual short rest.

"What are you doing?" Briana asked. "Taking a short break," said Jon, almost as a question asking if that wasn't what he was supposed to do.

"I'm not done with you yet," she chimed as she rolled on her side, positioning her face near Jon's long and thin penis, "Let's get him back awake."

Jon watched the love of his life take his cock into her mouth. Now, somehow Briana had become an expert cocksucker in her sheltered young life, he knew about the books she had read to learn more about it, but the handful of times this beautiful lass had sucked him off, it was ALWAYS the first sex act of the night. Briana was adamant that she didn't want a "dirty" penis in her mouth.

He just stared at Briana who had already taken the soft shaft deep. She had always love the salty taste of a penis, but he tasted different than ever before -- more amazing than ever before... he tasted like... like... well, her pussy. Having never tasted a woman before, Briana absorbed the instructions she had been given. The desire for that taste was to grow, the taste for sperm to lessen. The words ran over and over in her head, which was now bouncing quickly up and down Jon's rock hard member. The words played until her subconscious was asked to accept and agree with them.

"Yes, Matszuka," Briana thought, but before she could wonder why, again, her masseuse had entered her thoughts, Briana saw Matszuka 'SNAP'!

Her mouth slid off her, boyfriend's cock, somewhat to his disappointment. But that minor bump in the road evaporated as Briana lay back and spread her legs wide. Jon loved that Briana had a gymnastics background that still gave her an amazing flexibility. He looked on in amazement, her legs almost in a split in the air, her pussy completely exposed. He leaped forward as her fingers crawled down her pussy to grab his dick and pull it in -- but not in her wanting pussy, but her "other" hole...

Briana was animal in her attack that night, insatiable, willing to try anything -- oral, anal, standing, leaning against the wall. Finally, Jon had to pull her hand from his aching cock as he tried to get to sleep about 6:30am. Jon had no way of knowing that all through the 3 hour romp, Briana's mind had played orders over and over again as clearly as if an iPod had been installed there.

"Orgasms come from women, not men"; "Men are to be flirted with and given sex for advancement, not for love"; "sex is very good"; "I am sexy and love for those around me to know I'm sexy"; "I can only orgasm when I say... MATSZUKA!"

Briana screamed the name as her fingers brought her to the eighth orgasm of her night. Jon wasn't aware of the scream or Briana licking her fingers clean as he drifted into an exhausted and satisfied sleep. His cock drooped and dripped satisfactorily as Briana's tits mashed against his back in a sexy spoon. As his last thoughts of the day slipped from his mind, there is no way Jon could know he would never be inside her again.

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Matszuka's Special Massage Ch. 04



Chapter 4 - Roles are Reversed Briana Goes Deeper

Briana Altman-Janzen walked into her elegant home spa for her regular massage with expert masseuse, Matszuka. The home staff of the heiress knew this was a time to relax as these massage sessions were now turning into marathon sessions behind closed doors.

Matszuka was already in the room feigning preparation for a relaxing bath and massage for her employer, but the crafty asian was continuing to work her plan to take control of the rich widow and, thus, take control of a multi-billion dollar empire. But Matszuka knew money wasn't the only motivation for her work here. As a young girl in Korea, Matszuka had realized that her eyes were more drawn to the girls around her than the boys. Her confused father finally gave up and bought his daughter equipment for the ancient martial arts, instead of dolls and filly outfits.

Through her mastery of different martial arts expertise, Matszuka had also learned an amazing ability to control her own emotions and senses and soon developed an ability to manipulate the minds and hearts of others. This ability had served her well, ultimately landing her in America with a practice that connected her with the well to-do. These connections had made her wealthy and influential.

But Briana was more than a mark to Matszuka. Even tonight, as Briana entered their shared private lair, the elder lady looked upon Briana with admiration. The taught stomach, despite giving birth just a few years before; the firm calves and thighs of a gymnast and a jogger and the round, firm breasts of a trophy wife with access to the best plastic surgeon. Yes, the blonde bombshell made Matszuka's blood churn faster with a feeling that some might even say was a "crush". And Matszuka knew how to turn that crush into a requited affection, and she planned on taking not only deepening her control of Briana tonight, but creating a deeper intimacy between the two.

Briana walked through the sheer silk curtain and smelled the familiar aroma of the massage room. Even before her eyes could focus on Matszuka or the massage table, Briana felt a delicious buzz come over her. She was now quite used to this buzz taking over in these sessions and in fact longed for it when she was outside this room - a longing created in her by her asian captor.

Matszuka didn't allow Briana to even reach the table tonight - "Sleep" she said with a loud finger snap in front of Briana's eyes.

The trigger word and finger snap had their desired effect as Briana's eyes glazed over and her mind sank into a submissive, obedient haze. As with every erotic hypnotist, this was always an overwhelming moment for Matszuka - to see some of the best and brightest... and most beautiful... unable to resist her very command to relinquish control of their very minds.

"Hello, Briana, I am so glad to see my Good Girl is ready to learn some new lessons tonight." Matszuka said, leaning her lips close to Briana's ear. Briana knew the references of Briana in younger terms deepened her control of the heiress. Briana had a deep need for approval from authority figures which she rarely received as a child and never from a parent.

"Yes, Mum," Briana said in a soft, high-pitched voice. Without thinking, Briana untied her robe and handed it to Matszuka. She had learned well that she was not to be clothed in these sessions. Matsuka took the robe and set it aside. She looked between the young lady's legs and was excited to note that Briana had followed her instructions to shave clean around the pink folds of her flower.

"Now, in a few minutes, I am going to awaken you and when I do, you will have an irresistible urge to give me a foot massage. You will insist that tonight YOU will give ME the massage treatment, do you understand?" Matszuka emphasized the key words to deepen her hold on Briana's inner core. These instructions were a test. Almost all of Briana's work with Matszuka had been while in a deep trance, now the masseuse was going for post-hypnotic responses that would signal a personality change in her new, human toy.

"I-I.. do," Briana stammered. Matszuka could tell there was a battle going on inside Briana. She had given herself permission to do things while in a controlled trance and to dream of things and be influenced by post hypnotic commands. But to do something erotic with a woman was an act Briana had clearly stated she would not do - and Matszuka was trying to tie new commands with old feelings - as with Michelle that night in the basement - to bring about a personality change in her captive.

Matszuka sat on a chair in the room and pulled up the robe she was wearing. She was not wearing her usual clinical pants but instead had a lavender silk robe with nothing underneath. An outfit that excited her and she hoped would captivate her young miss.

"Awake" - SNAP! Briana's eyes fluttered and came into focus. She quickly came to view Matszuka sitting in front of her. Briana studied the asian woman for a moment in front of her. She assumed the woman to be slightly over 50 years old, short in stature but carrying her body as many asian women - with a slight build and small round breasts. She was curvier than many women in her race and displayed a strong neck and broad shoulders. To Briana, she was a vision of power.

"She's pretty," Briana thought to herself. She hadn't considered Matszuka much except for the times her sexual arousal brought the elder woman to mind. Matszuka was elegant looking and had worn makeup for the first time in their encounters, giving her a much gentler and more feminine look. Her dark eyes looked into Briana's soul and the heiress felt for her. She wondered what Matszuka's life must have been like. Was she a refugee from another land? Briana's heart went out to this woman and she suddenly very much wanted to serve this lady.

"Matszuka, would you mind if I were to massage YOU, tonight?"

"Um, Miss, it is for I to SERVE you, not for YOU to SERVE Matszuka." The words thundered in Briana's mind and without thinking she slipped down to a knee, as if bowing before a queen. As she did, Briana's heart began to pound and her nipples came to full attention. She quivered as she reached for the right foot of her masseuse.

"No, I insist, I will serve you tonight..."

Briana's mind raced in confusion. She had no idea how she found herself in this position, she only knew she wanted to give Matszuka a refreshing massage to her feet and calves. The beautiful soft hands of Briana began to work into the sole of one foot and her knuckles worked knots she could feel below the skin. Awkwardly she did all she could to first work her way around one foot and then the other. Every stroke of her hand on the muscular calves and insteps of the elder woman made Briana feel more submissive and more aroused. She tried to catch her breath as she worked around the lower calf and ankle of Matszuka's strong right leg.

Matszuka looked down from the couch with hidden excitement. Briana had taken the suggestions and completely conscious she was now kneeling in front of her masseuse while wearing no clothes. Briana would never have allowed such a pose in the past - not because of a feeling of superiority to Matszuka. No, the former ugly duckling was anything but snobbish - but because of her need for modesty that had been ingrained in her upbringing. Matszuka sighed and for a few moments enjoyed the wonderful attention she was receiving to her tired feet. But she didn't linger long in this posture, she knew there was work to do.

Briana's eyes were down, attentive to the feet she was massaging. Therefore, she didn't notice when the asian woman adjusted her seating position, forcing her knees apart which uncovered the dark thicket of hair between Matszuka's thighs.

"Oh, miss, I have such a pain in my right calf, perhaps you could work on that," Matszuka said, feigning innocence.

"Of cour ---" Briana stopped mid-sentence as her eyes raised and she saw directly in front of her, at eye level, the vagina of another woman. Matszuka's looked very different than hers - with a thick bush of black hair around folds and lips that were much thicker than her own. Even before shaving 'down there' Briana had always had a light patch of blonde hair (yes she is a natural blonde).

Briana was momentarily frozen in place - not only was just a few feet from another woman's pussy, but that pussy was visibly wet, with light glistening off the the different areas in front of her eyes. Also, the hypnotic aromas that Matszuka so skillfully used to fill the room were now overwhelmed with the smell of a woman's sex, a smell Briana knew from her own sexual dalliances, but much stronger than she had ever felt before. Involuntarily she breathed in deeply, taking a deep whiff of the scent of sex.

"I-I, I'm not sure, Matszuka, that you realize you are exposed..."Briana labored to say.

"I'm so sorry, Miss, just so comfortable from your massage," Matszuka responded, yet not moving to cover her private areas. Briana suddenly looked down at herself and realized her own nudity and moved to cover herself. She quickly turned to look for her robe and SNAP - "Sleep".

Briana froze as if hit by a freeze ray in some twisted cartoon. "Go deep for me, my Good Girl, follow my voice..." Matszuka saw the tension ease in Briana. "So easy to listen to me and relax, to listen to me and follow, to listen to my beautiful voice and OBEY without thought..." Matszuka was now on her usual sing-song roll, working Briana's flexible mind to her own whims.

"Open your eyes and focus on Matszuka's pussy," the asian lady commanded. Briana's eyes sharpened in on the site which just a few moments ago had stunned and frightened her. "A woman's pussy is sexy and soft, not like a man's hard cock that invades and pounds," Matszuka shrilled, "A woman's pussy is inviting, drawing in --- drawing YOU in, my GOOD GIRL."

Briana looked closely, the pussy (a word she had rarely used before meeting this woman) did indeed suddenly look very inviting.

"Slide your hand up my thigh, my Good Girl," Matszuka commanded, "let your fingers feel how wet and aroused you have made me." The blondes thin fingers slid slowly upwards over the muscular thigh and slowed as she felt the moisture in the inner thigh regions. Briana didn't know it was Matszuka's words now guiding her thoughts to be proud of making her masseuse (Mistress?) so aroused, she took those words as her own thoughts and knew she had been a very, very Good Girl to give her Mistress this pleasure.

"Now, taste your finger." There was a slight hesitation before Briana brought her french-manicured nail close to her face, then wrapped her beautiful full lips around the tip of that finger. "Taste deeply, my Good Girl, such a lovely taste - not like disgusting man sperm but the beautiful taste of a feminine pussy."

Matszuka had the heiress practice this event over and over, feeling and prodding deeper between Matszuka's legs to harvest the juice from her pussy and then lingering over the taste in her mouth. The time span from the finger touching Matszuka to entering Briana's lips began to grow shorter as Briana's brain was being trained to desire the taste on her fingers. Matszuka went in for the final thrall.

She leaned forward and grasped Briana's face with both hands - "Now my sweet Girl, taste your Mistress!" Matszuka made the statement with more force than any she had made to Briana before - and to exert her power over the girl she pressed her hands together and pulled that beautiful face between her thighs, closing her legs around the young lady and then removing her hands - one to go to the back of Briana's head, pulling her farther into her deep cavern and the other moving to touch Matszuka's own aroused breast. Now, Matszuka knew that she would finally get to significantly enjoy one of these sessions and culminate in her own orgasm.

Briana was momentarily thrown as the light of the room quickly disappeared as she was trapped inside the "y" of Matsuzka's private area. All the young girl could sense was the wetness now covering her nose and face and the overwhelming scent of an aroused woman. Briana didn't even consiously hear the commands she began to receive now from her Mistress, she just knew there was a deep desire in her to taste her captors nectar and an overwhelming need to bring pleasure to the same.

Briana didn't exactly realize it - but suddenly a man like Jon no longer was holding a place in her inner needs. No, that desire was being replaced by the new one she was finding now. A desire of subservience, to be in this position, servicing a woman - on her knees in complete submission.

"YES!!!" Matszuka groaned, now struggling to continue to work her subconscious suggestions into Briana. "You are pleasing your Mum SO much, my little Bree." As Matszuka wheezed with the excitement of Briana's anxious tongue, she turned her references to the heiress now to a more belittling tone. Matszuka was now intentionally using the term Bree - a nickname used by Briana's father and referencing her in younger terms than her real age. This was Matszuka's effort to tie the chaste dominance of her dad to Matszuka's orders to perform sexual acts. Each time breaking through the orders of her father, causing Briana more and more to need Matszuka's approval - and with that a willingness to do anything the asian woman told her to do. It was working, as evidenced by the work Briana was doing between Matszuka's legs right now.

"Yes, Bree, keep suckling your mistress; devour her juices, they are so tasty for you," Matszuka hissed trying not to lose her ability to speak. "You are going to make your mistress cum, this is very good, my little Bree..."

"When your Mum does cum, you will lick up every drop of my pussy as quickly as you can... ahhhhhh," Matszuka knew she had to talk fast, " and when you have licked up every drop, you too will orgasm with much pleasure as a reward for pleasing me. Do you understand, my little one?"

"Mmm Hmmm," was all Briana could give out as her tongue rolled together and invaded the snatch of her Mum.

"Good girl, NOW!!!!!!" Matszuka was barely able to get the word out as an orgasm roared through her body. She used all the self-control she had ever learned to keep from sqealing and bring the whole neighborhood into the room. But her self-discipline training had also taught Matszuka how to enjoy incredible sexual pleasure, focusing all her pleasure onto one spot of her body, rather than feeling it through many different areas. Right now, all her pleasure was concentrated on the point in front of Briana's tongue and with each lick, another jolt of erotic through coursed into Matszuka's vagina. Because of this she was now enjoying her third and now fourth orgasm quickly. 

The fifth came powerfully and caused Matszuka's eyes to roll back in her head and a gusher of excitement to exit quickly from between her legs. A squirt of arousal like the stream from a large squirt gun blasted Briana right below the eye, the next stream landing below her nose. A third and final squirt didn't reach here face and thus ran down her chest. This feeling caused the instructions of Matszuka to kick into Briana's brain and she fell backwards as orgasmrushed through her from head to toe.

Briana's orgasm racked throughout her body casuing her toes to curl and her face to crinkle. She was covered with woman juice and subservanlty obeying her new Mistress. The experience for Briana was like none she'd ever had before - and it was... delicious.

After a few moments Briana opened her eyes and saw Matszuka looking down on her. She loved the look she received - a look one might have for a small child or a cute pet at one's feet. "Come here, my little Bree," said Matszuka as she reached out her hand. She now planned to finish this session with an intimate moment that would tie them together, forever.

Briana took the hand and clamored back to her knees. "Undo my robe, my Good Girl." Briana complied, sliding forward and untangling the sash. Once untied, she pulled the robe back, exposing the exquisitely tight tummy of her mistress and two beautiful, small, firm breasts with nipples of dark brown and the size of a pencil eraser. Briana could not take her eyes off them.

"Come to me sweet girl," said Matszuka, opening her arms. Briana climbed to her feet and slid her ass onto the couch where her mistress was sitting, coming to rest across Matszuka's lap. "Now, taste my milk," said Briana, cupping a breast in front of Briana's exquisite red lips. "Go ahead, taste your Mum's milk, little Bree."

Briana succumbed, sliding into her mistress, taking an engourged nipple into her mouth. "Now taste my milk," Matszuka ordered again. Matszuka was not lactating, but that didn't stop Briana from feeling her mouth filled with a warm breast milk that felt so comforting sliding down her throat into her tummy. "That's a Good Girl, so close to me now, loving the taste of my milk."

Briana drank hungrily feeling herself in a warm cocoon as her Mistress wrapped her in a tight ball pushed to her breast. Briana felt safe and maybe for the first time in her life, she felt - loved. She continued to fill her stomach with the sweet warm milk.

"Good Girl, fill your tummy, soon you will have to a very special feeling in your tummy," Matszuka said with a mock baby-tone. What was being formed now was an unbreakable bond, another area of control the masseuse could exert over the young woman. Her hand trailed down Briana's thigh. Her fingers found the folds of the young lady's secret region.

Matszuka began to recite the same on-going commands she had for Briana about desires for sex with women while men were given sex to gain power. The satisfied Asian woman was breathing heavily herself as her nipples were suckled again and again by this beautiful, adult woman. Matszuka knew her fingers would soon bring "Bree' to a powerful release and her control and her chance for her plans success would become ever stronger.

Now my little Bree, your tummy is so full, your little pussy so aroused, let yourself cum, sweetie, and sink deeper into your sweet Mum's arms. As Briana orgasmed she began to cry, so grateful to be held in her dear Mistress' arms as Matszuka rocked her to a deep, warm, hazy sleep.



Matszuka's Special Massage Ch. 05



Chapter 05 - Dressing for Suc-Sex

Briana floated in her dreams. She floated in a warm cocoon of the embrace of her masseuse. Her dreams filled with intimate touching and sucking, vows of eternal devotion, fingers in ultra-sensitive places. At 3am, she arose with a start in her bed. Her eyes rapidly adjusted to the darkness and the moonlight streaming in from her floor to ceiling, ocean-view windows allowed her to see that Matszuka was not in bed with her. Oddly, Briana found that a piece of her heart was sad that the sensations had been only dreams.

The young heiress did not consciously know that the visions in her head were not just dreams, they were a combination of the erotic experiences had with her masseuse earlier that night in the massage room and the programming the expert mind-bender, Matszuka, had performed on her. By connecting intimately with "Bree" tonight, Briana's inner-child, Matszuka had created a strong bond with the younger blonde. A bond that would create a hunger that would not diminish in Briana.

Briana could still picture it in her mind (although she believed it to be fantasy and not real), the elder lady with her silk robe open, Briana (Bree) sliding onto the couch and lap of her masseuse. From her angle and so close those breasts had looked enormous, they enveloped her field of vision until there was nothing else in the world. When Matszuka's strong arms pulled her close, Bree's lips automatically latched onto an engorged nipple and began to suckle.

The hypnotically created flood of breast milk filled her mouth and Bree felt the years of her maturity melt away. Suddenly she was a baby with her mama, a suckling being cradled, rocked and spoken softly to. Yes, her tummy was filling up so warmly just as her mum was telling her and, yes, she wanted nothing more than to be held and feel so close to "Mum".

Briana had worked from one breast to the other and completely lost track of the outside world. As her Mum's hand slid down between Bree's thighs, she knew there was no place else she'd rather be and with no one else than Matszuka. Her Mum quietly told her of a hunger that was growing for her Mum's milk and the touch of her Mum in secret places. Bree looked up into the eyes of her Mum as the older woman worked the folds of Brees gentle petals between her legs. The faces of the two women moved closer and their mouths connected in a deep kiss. Bree knew no other kiss could ever satisfy her and she would never be intimately with a man again ("sex with men is for power") and as her Mum explored her female cavern, Bree felt her tummy tickling with delight.

But as aroused as Bree was she knew her Mum was right, she did have to pee pee. The milk in her tummy pressed on her body, growing almost unbearable. Her Mum explained she could let go of the wee wee because the couch was leather and could be cleaned and soon it was more than Bree could stand and she released her urine on the couch in front of the older woman. Bree looked at her Mum and began to cry, having wet herself. Mum Matszuka still her young thrall and pressed her tightly to her breast. Bree clung to her Mum tightly, noting that her arousal was now growing even greater.

Matszuka knew she would have to clean the couch and the floor below and her own hand which was now covered in the hot urine. But Matszuka smiled, that moment had regressed Briana to a very deep state. Matszuka filled her mind with programming and orders, and upon completion released the young heiress to a mind-blowing orgasm. One so strong that Bree would pass out, and not awaken until 3am.

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"I can't stop thinking about her, what's wrong with me," Briana thought, sitting in the dark in her bed. She felt a small tear trickle from the corner of her eye, "I am going to have to be honest with her. Briana surmised she would have to have this discussion with Matszuka and wondered if it might need to be the end of their professional relationship. Ironically the "professional' phase of their relationship HAD ended, unbeknownst to Briana, and a new phase had begun.

"Maybe just a short playtime," she giggled to herself as Briana's hand slid towards her pleasure areas. Those areas were easy to reach as Briana had now taken to sleeping naked. With visions of nipples and warm hugs and deep caresses, Briana let the word "Matszuka" escape her lips as she succumbed again to orgasm, the eight time in the evening.

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Briana turned from back to front, looking at herself in the full length mirror.

"Not bad," she giggled to herself, seeing her body in a sheer black silk thong ('must keep away from panty lines') and her silk garter and thigh high stockings. Her giggles continued as she dressed in her normal business suit but substituted her usual business-appropriate blouse with a white vest with a daring, plunging neckline. She couldn't stop smiling as she imagined how all day men would struggle to keep from glancing down her top. She had never been a prude, but now something prodded her, assuring her it would be fun to have men slobbering over themselves around her. Briana also failed to realize that giggles were not a norm in her life before this day.

It wasn't just the men in the office Briana imagined would find her look hard to resist, for some reason, she couldn't quite put her finger on, she wanted to try and get a look out of her secretary Zoe today ("orgasms come from women"). Somewhere in Briana's mind, there were indicators that what was occurring in her was not her normal actions, but more and more, without the recognition of Briana, those voices were moving farther and farther away.

She stepped into her navy pleated skirt and was delighted as she noticed with a twirl she could lightly reveal the tops of her gartered stockings. She was finding herself thinking about sex a lot these days. She asked herself last night about the issue but the question was quickly drowned out by an orgasm rushing in quickly. She often found herself thinking back to her high school romp with Michelle for arousal and, of course, envisioned something deeper with her masseuse. None of these thoughts bothered Briana as she needed them to because her mind was no longer working with clear conscience. She had tried to call Jon to come over to get her off earlier in the week, but had hung up the phone before she even dialed, finding herself more aroused to fantasize and play with herself. 

Fantasizing about... about... about what???—That name popped into her head again, "Matszuka", what was it about her masseuse that seemed to be getting her off so much these days. "Matszuka" even the thought of it right now made her knees a little weak.

"Ahh" she shrieked lightly as she realized her hands had moved to her breasts squeezing and tweaking her nipples as she had become lost in thought. They were so pert these days and for some reason SO sensitive... She looked at the clock, as much as her pussy was now screaming for attention, she was late and must get dressed and get off (ha-ha 'get off') to work. She looked in the mirror once more, she looked absolutely devilish. The sleeveless vest was a tremendously sexy look and she loved it. Her navel exposed (never thought of getting it pierced before...) and someone standing beside her would get a full view of her bodice. But even with her brain hazy from her arousal this morning, Briana noted that her breast poking through the thin silk vest could get her arrested on a public bus. She rifled through her drawer and found her pasties, white-toned, to stick on her breasts to cover her nipples. She was shocked that her legs gave out and she collapsed on the bed as she removed the silk vest from her breasts and slid the first pasty into place.

"What has happened to you, Briana" she said aloud to herself, as her hand slid between her thighs once again. Work would have to wait a few minutes longer...

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The phones were ringing non-stop and Briana was late. Late arriving? No Call? It wasn't like Briana who always said to get the respect of the men, the women had to "out-professional the professionals"

"Yes, I will give that message to Mrs. Janzen when she comes..." Zoe couldn't have noticed the irony of where her conversation stopped with the caller, but she was caught off guard by the sight of her boss entering the office. There was Briana, walking in wearing a skirt. Briana had demanded that Zoe wear a skirt everyday "For distracting the men" but had staunchly refused to wear one herself something about "wearing the pants in the company". But now, she was wearing a pleated skirt reaching only mid thigh and was in hose and heels -- and that vest. Briana had added a suit jacket over the vest, but this only served to frame what was a more-than-ample shot of Briana's huge breasts!

"...s-she will call you back her earliest convenience," Zoe blurted out, hanging up the phone and tearing her eyes away from Briana and quickly writing the message on the message slip. "Good morning, Briana," Briana looked at her with a depth that was not anything Zoe had ever seen before. Or maybe she had -- the look Briana gave her late husband as he walked by looking amazingly handsome for his advanced years. But, that couldn't be...

"Zoe, dear, grab the "Mason file" roll the phones over to Tiffany and come immediately into my office please," Briana said with a heavily lip-sticked smile.

"Yes, Miss," Zoe answered dutifully, sensing this was going to be a different sort of day. 

"Jon, honey, I did get your message but I was busy getting ready for the presentation today," Briana chortled on her cell as Zoe slid into her boss's opulent office. She was balancing the huge file detailing the proposed purchase of an airline in Minnesota and Briana's favorite Minty Skim Chai which was made by the coffee shop in the building each morning especially to Briana's tastes. "I can't fuck your balls off every night," Briana giggled.

Zoe sat the notes on Briana's conference table and the drink on the "refreshment table" by the couch looking out the window over downtown LA.

"...bye baby, you'll get some soon, have a great trip," Briana hung up with Jon, who had been suddenly side-tracked for two weeks to a company project in Australia.

"Hi Zoe, sweetie," Sang Briana as she flitted from her desk chair over to the couch and literally floating down to the leather cushion. Zoe couldn't help but see the back of Briana's stocking and garter as she sat, "Come sit for a moment." Zoe sat down obediently on the couch with some trepidation -- she thought she knew Briana well, but was clearly going to learn something about her today that she had not seen before.

"How are things with Martin?" Briana asked, inquiring about Zoe's on-again/off-again boyfriend.

Zoe was 21, one of 'those' girls. A late-bloomer, like Briana, who had grown incredibly sexy but had no idea. She dated a very attractive man just 3 years older than her, but he clearly patronized her and treated her like a possession to be used and then set aside, more than an object of affection. More than one man in the office had noted her slender 5 foot 6-inch figure, with a surprising amble bosom and her flowing dark red hair and had tried to persuade her in that category, but Zoe was always a faithful person -- in love and business. That's why she was not about to question or scurry from Briana, no matter how odd this scene was.

"Oh, you know -- always pretty much the same with Martin," Zoe almost mumbled as she looked at the floor. Briana almost blinked as images of Zoe, posed as those girls from Penthouse Magazine she had seen so long ago -- pouting, sexy, their pubic hair trimmed and styled in such a sexy way...

"Honey, you are too beautiful to be stuck with that ogre," said Briana as she touched Zoe's chin, lifting her secretary head. Briana quickly caught herself, remembering all the employment law she had been taught, she literally had to shake her head and grab her drink to clear these invading thoughts.

"Yeah, maybe you're right," Zoe started but Briana quickly turned the conversation to the big presentation coming up at midday, going over the details including everything from the PowerPoint to the meal Zoe had ordered.

Finally, Briana had one more detail about which to ask.

"How do I look?" Briana giggled as she twirled in front of Zoe, her skirt lifting and displaying her entire set of stockings and garters.

"Um, beautiful, Miss," Zoe stammered slightly, "I -- I mean it's a different look than I'm used to.. but you look... uh -- Incredible!"

Zoe hadn't lied, her boss did look incredible, for going out on the town, Zoe wasn't absolutely sure what the management team of Mason Properties was going to think in about an hour.

"Thanks, Zoe so much, I'm ready for this meeting and YOU are awesome," Zoe was shocked when Briana grabbed her up in a big hug. Zoe felt their breasts pressing together and her boss rubbing her back. The embrace lingered for a moment... "We should go out together sometime", Briana said softly. 

"Y-yes, of course, Miss," Zoe answered, a little confused. Then, Zoe felt her boss release almost with a start, as if Briana, too, had suddenly realized the inappropriateness of the moment.

"Thanks, uh -- Zoe, that will be all," Briana said, looking at the ground and straightening her skirt, almost as if to wish it longer. Zoe could have sworn she saw her bosses face flushed as she moved towards the office door. Zoe may have seen the blush, but she didn't see Briana's eyes trail back up to watch Zoe's ass as the young secretary walked through the door.

"Briana, what is wrong with you," Briana said, again to herself behind the closed office door. She didn't know -- had no way of knowing -- she had been ordered not to know, only to let her subconscious lead her conscious mind on this new journey. Briana couldn't have known, and, to some extent even Matszuka had not known, the power of Briana's subconscious to willingly succumb to a self-reprogramming on a nightly basis as Briana's brain obediently rolled through a series of programmed messages to herself each night.

"Orgasms come from women, not men"; "men are to be flirted with and given sex for advancement, not for love"; "Sex is very good"; "I am sexy and love for those around me to know I'm sexy"; "I can only orgasm when I say 'Matszuka'". These orders played over and over like tapes in Briana's head each night as her fingers and sexual arousal did the rest of the work. That and one more message -- "I am emotionally and sexually attracted to women, not men." These were all kicking in on the programmed woman. Briana fell back in her desk chair, "What is wrong with you," she said, as one hand slid inside her vest and the other moved her thong aside from her wanting pussy.

"Zoe," she whispered as her sex flared to full arousal and her body obeyed her fuzzy mind...

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Matszuka's Special Massage Ch. 06



"They're here, Briana." The signal came from Zoe, breaking Briana out of her sex-induced trance.

"Showtime," Briana said, marching past her staff and winking at Zoe as she headed to the foyer of the building to meet Armstrong Hamilton J. Mason the third. All eyes of staff and the Mason party of ten were on Briana as she offered her hand to "Ham" as the Mason Big Cheese was called. Briana thought it was the commanding presence she portrayed, but instead her clothing choice made the first and lasting impression.

"Mr. Mason," Briana said, professionally, preparing to deliver a firm handshake. As this big time mover and shaker from one of America's richest families took her hand, Briana suddenly noticed how much he reminded her of her late husband. She suddenly wasn't so strong, not so professional, she wanted him to like her -- in fact, she wanted him to... to find her sexy????

"I am sexy and love for those around me to know I'm sexy," her mind flooded with this instruction in a voice that might have been hers or... someone else's, Briana wasn't sure and wasn't prepared to figure it out) "Men are to be flirted with and given sex for advancement, not for love." These thoughts shot through Briana's mind, backed by some programming that would not allow her to sink her company.

"Ham! Let's not be so formal!" She grabbed his hand and used it like a pulley, dragging herself closer to him, giving him a one-armed hug, a full view of her chest and a perfect feel just over his heart of the firmness provided by Boston's best plastic surgeon. Mason was taken back, at first, then became a little skeptical, thinking all of Briana's actions had to be planned to take him off course, he would not be taken in. He had come here today to tell Briana to have her people back off and leave his company alone -- there would be no sell and a hostile takeover would happen over his dead body.

However, as Briana shook hands and hugged all the members of his party, male and female, in full body hugs, he couldn't help letting his eyes fall to her curvy ass. Was that a garter he spotted just under her short skirt? The thought had barely passed when Briana took his arm and asked him to "escort" her to their conference room. Surprisingly, the tension that had been expected in this meeting was broken by Briana's informal behavior and her staff smiled to themselves at her "bimbo brilliance". The presentation was long and boring, Briana wanted to bolt the room and go do something else. But somehow she had plugged through her portions and had sat right next to Ham and been attentive to his every need during the long discussions. She was tingling a little as she noticed on a regular basis that he couldn't keep his eyes off of her, especially when she leaned into him or crossed her legs to show him the top her stockings...

Soon, the negotiations began, negotiations "Ham" never intended to allow to occur, going well into the night. Everyone was tired and frustrated and Briana noted much of the contention was coming from around the table, not between her and Ham. "Let's take a break," Briana interrupted, "Ham, come up to my office for a quick drink and a breathtaking view of the city." She grabbed his hand and led him out of the conference room to her private elevator before any of his people could intercede.

"Oh god it is so hot in there," said Briana as she removed her jacket. She dared not look at Mr. Mason, but her pussy was tingling as she could feel him fight off a heart attack at the view he now had of her chest and navel. Briana went for the kill and she turned to look directly into his now-ashen face. "Ham, one thing my late husband taught me is when to work and when to enjoy myself, I'm not enjoying myself right now," she leaned in, her face inches from his, her pussy moaning for attention as his helpless eyes fell again on her chest and widened as he the vest pulled apart from her chest, exposing the pasties that caused her orgasm so long ago earlier in the morning.

"What do you say, Ham," placing her hand on his shoulder, "Can we get this done and start mixing a little 'pleasure' with this 'business'?" Mason literally couldn't answer and was relieved to hear the tone of the elevator bell signaling the opening of the door. "Ham' wiped his brow with his old school handkerchief as he watched Briana's exaggerated walk sway back and forth swiftly to her office, throwing open the doors.

At the same time, Briana may have looked calm, cool and collected on the outside, she was a mass of emotions churning on the inside. Every nerve of her body was at full power, making it difficult for her to make any move without causing a twitch in her private parts. The training from her masseuese was taking full effect causing each twitch to create a struggle for maintaining Briana's senses and her silence as she wanted to squeal in pleasure. In some ways, she was not just a robot, programmed to respond in this way, but the training was mixing with her brain power and she saw how her urges were putting this poor man directly in her cross hairs.

This man, a feared business man not much younger than her late husband, was totally knocked off his game by his lust for her. Her Matszuka-trained mind and libido were excited in every way, she wanted his attention on her sexy body, she wanted to win for her business and she wanted him to fuck her in her office right now. Briana saw the Penthouse pictures in her head, sexy girls, exuding sex. And once again, the face was Briana. She quickly hit her personal lock on the office elevator and now the door, presumably holding Ham's staff members behind it, would not open on her office floor.

"Scotch, Ham?" sang Briana as she spun around, revealing her sexy silk garters. "Uh yes, please, Mrs. Er -- uh, Janzen." Ham stammered, sitting on the couch as Briana motioned him to.

"Here you go, sweetie," said Briana, as she leaned over to hand him the drink, showing off her breasts before eventually plopping down beside the elderly gentleman, much closer than is culturally allowable.

"Miss, er- Mrs. Janzen..."

"Briana, please, Ham, let's not be so formal in here," Briana smiled, ready to move in for the kill and claim her prey.

"I'm not prepared to make a deal..."

"But I am," said Briana reaching up to unbutton the top button on her already daring vest. "I want to make a deal, Ham, and I'm prepared"

(another button opened)

"To do anything..."

(last button)

"...and I do mean ANYTHING necessary" (hands on hips, pulling vest back, exposing pastie-covered breasts, and garter belt).

"Miss Janzen,—er -- Briana, I'm not sure what you have in mind..."

Briana's brain continued to fully function under her new set of instructions - she was operating at this moment as a completely sexual being, fully without inhibitors, except, of course those instilled by her (sexy?) masseuse. Without missing a step, Briana interrupted.

"MISTER Mason, I think you know exactly what I have in mind, (pussy twitching)," said Briana, her eyes filled with lust as she slid off the couch, "I am about to give you blow job..."

Briana stared straight into this man's wide eyes, she knew she had done it -- she had sex'd him into a deal. She slid her hands over his crotch, finally getting to feel the cock she'd been imaging for the last 3 hours.

"If you'll agree to my company's deal with a few minor stipulations to make you look good..."

A squeaky, "Why yes," was all Ham could come up with as Briana opened his snakeskin belt and unzipped the fly of his Fioravanti suit pants.

"Yes" he said again as he settled into the idea of consummating this deal -- literally. "I think we're going to get along well." Briana gave a simple laugh as she slid his pants down below his knees. His cock was short but thick and, to Briana's surprise and disappointment, not quite fully hard. It smelled of cum and was moist.

"He must have cum in his fucking pants sometime along the line," Briana thought to herself." As had happened before, pre-programming began to fill her brain. Briana was programmed for his pleasure. A total sexual being, unable to hold anything back sexually from this man. She took the length of his soft cock into her mouth, working back and forth with her tongue to make him aroused.

"O Briana, you are such a WHORE!" he grunted in passion. --- "WHOOOSH"

Briana literally felt her brain flying down a long hallway, thrust there by some invisible word. Intense programming filled her hard drive and replaced her current function as easily as closing MS Word and opening MS Excel and a Windows computer. "You are a prostitute"; "You have sex with men for money and success"; "You are designed for giving a man sexual pleasure"; "Having sex with men is your job and purpose"; "The more excited you make the man, the more money you get".

Briana blinked, her mind was a little over-taxed today. She struggled to take it all in. Normally, there were fail safes placed into her subconscious to stop a word in passing from taking over her brain. Perhaps it was the length and struggle of the day that caused the fail safes -- to fail...

"Why, yes... yes I am, honey," Briana cooed, assuming a personality that she now believed was real. "How much ya got, and what do you want" she said in a fake southern accent.

Mr. Mason was a rich man, and truly a dirty one. He understood role playing well and often paid handsomely for just the right girl in different parts of the world -- when Mrs. Mason wasn't around.

"O you little slut," he followed the story, "I want to bend you over the arm of this couch, fuck your ass and shoot my cum all over those beautiful tits. Briana was programmed to please, without thinking she obeyed (obey -- o that word... ) and turned from Ham, pulled up her skirt and bent over the couch arm. "Come and get it Mr. Mason," said the Whore, Briana, and Mr. Mason did.

He almost leaped on top of her, sliding off her panty and quickly inserted himself into her asshole. Briana, starving for sexual pleasure ground her clit into the couch, while grabbing at her luscious tits, it was time, she needed to please him, she needed the release.

Ham slid himself in and out of her tight asshole, one that had never been invaded prior to two nights ago. The one anal event had not changed the fact that she was extremely tight and Ham found it difficult to get his half-hard dick deep inside. Briana pushed against him like the animal she was at this moment, but every time he got it in part of the way, it popped quickly back out. Briana's ass and pussy were begging to be filled, this whore was growing increasingly frustrated that she couldn't get fucked as she needed to be fucked -- like a total whore!

"Turn around," Ham grunted. Briana did, obediently, and he pushed her to her knees.

"Ungh", he grunted, shooting a small spunk of cum on the side of her neck. Before Briana knew what was happening he had grabbed his cock and was stroking it. A spurt hit her vest, another as he moaned hit her chin... then he rubbed the last droplets against her chest as his cock shriveled to nothing.

"It's not the way I used to business with your husband," Ham laughed as he began tucking his shirt in his pants, "But if this is how we do it from here on out -- you gotta deal." Ham dressed himself and turned the door before stopping to take one last look at his new business partner. She was still leaning on the arm of the couch, with a slightly stunned look on her face and Ham's semen slowly sliding down her face. She was a sight.

"I'll have my people sign your paperwork, you better get cleaned up before you go out there, sweetie." Ham chuckled again to himself and shook his head, not sure what would prompt this once-proud heiress to act in such a way as he closed the office door behind him. 

Briana sat on the floor, sweaty, horny and confused. What would she do now - she needed to talk to someone, someone who could help - someone like Matszuka - not knowing why she was calling Briana called a cell phone number she never realized she knew, and soon let out a sigh as she heard that voice at the other end of the line - "Ahhh - Matszuka:...



Matszuka's Special Massage Ch. 07



Briana fell back and sat against her couch. Her mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. She should be thrilled; after all her job was to please her man, and she had done that. Ham Mason, the proud owner of a business for which she was planning a hostile takeover had succumbed to her trance-induced sexuality. He had orgasmed all over her, she should be thrilled. She also had followed her new programming and thoughts, using her sexuality to get men to give her what she needed. SHE HAD WON.

But as she was still on the floor of her office where Ham's premature ejaculation had ended the negotiations - part of her was unfulfilled. She needed it - she needed sex - she needed a cock - right now.

Staring at nothing in particular, Briana calculated her options - Ham was gone, Jon, her boyfriend (or at least he used to be) was in New Zealand and it had been the MOST stressful day. 'Stressful'??? She needed release, the best release she knew - Matszuka!

Not really knowing what to do, Briana picked up the phone and dialed her Asian masseuse, never stopping to question how she knew her brand-new masseuse's phone number from memory.

Matszuka answered the phone and Briana, her brain starting to trickle out of its mistaken trance, begins grasping what has occurred and Briana started to cry.

"Miss Briana, what is the matter," Matszuka says in her light, but noticeable accent. It was a loaded question and Briana, feeling she had no where else to unload, began to unload. Matszuka listened to the flood of emotions. She realized perhaps Briana was moving too fast into her new lifestyle and her brain was 'overheating' in effect.

"...and then he told me to turn around..."

Matszuka put her fingers near the phone and interrupted. "Briana! Sleep - "SNAP". Briana's stream of consciousness immediately left her, her mind went blank like the old etch-a-sketch game used to have its picture wiped away with the turning of a knob. Briana's jaw went slack and without a prodding from Matszuka, she couldn't tell you a single thought that had passed in the last ten minutes.

"Briana you are very deep in my power again, aren't you?"

"Yes, Matszuka."

"Very good, my good girl Briana, Matszuka is so pleased that you called me, I will lead you and guide you. You don't need to carry your worries, I am taking them from you right now like a great weight off your shoulders, isn't that nice?"

"Yes, Matszuka," Briana said softly, almost in a 'girly' voice.

"Yes, of course, my sweet girl, only Matszuka can help you feel better, only Matszuka can make you relax SO much," the Masseuse was almost singing now, "taking you back to the massage room... rubbing you with oil making you feel so good! Can you feel me massaging you?

"Yesss" she mumbled.

"All worry gone, only relaxing to my touch." Matszuka massaged Briana with her voice, removing the stress of the day and replacing it with only the best memories of the events, how sexy she was. How she used her sexiness to secure a great deal for her company.

"...to that cool, beautiful beach, with the cool breeze, you in your sexy bikini, letting me lead you down those plush covered steps to the moist, soothing sand below."

Briana saw the beach and the steps, she felt the plush carpeting in her toes, she felt the breeze in her hair and on her bare midriff as Matszuka led her deeper and deeper down the stairs...

"...1... ten times deeper now, then eeeever before... breathing deeply, totally incapable of thinking without being told what to think, totally incapable of disagreeing with anything Matszuka tells you...

Matszuka's face barely displayed the satisfaction she felt inside hearing the succumbing sigh of her subject. Briana was mentally enjoying a massage that opened her mind to so many suggestions Matszuka could offer. The masseuse knew well that she couldn't make Briana do anything the heiress didn't really want to do, but, as all in Briana's office had observed, Matszuka could unlock subconscious doors that Briana had long ago closed off or perhaps didn't even know existed.

"You are such a good girl, my sweet Briana, following my instructions so well, I am so pleased. You are a wonderful subject, now feel my hands rub the backs of your thighs, moving closer and closer to your most sensitive areas," Matszuka's voice was monotone and firm, insuring her voice was filling the young lady's head, leaving no room for distraction to enter her accepting mind, "You want my hands to move closer to your private parts don't you? You've come to yearn for me to make you tingle in your most sexual areas, haven't you?"

"Yes," Briana's soft voice answered. Sitting at her desk with her daring fashion choices now askew, Briana smiled lightly. Her eyes were closed, her phone headset attached to her ear. Deep in her trance she imagined herself lying on her tummy feeling warm oils rubbing her upper thighs. Her pussy tingled. In reality, she was a sight. The vest that she had been enticed to wear this morning hung open, exposing her pasty-covered breasts and sporting a sperm-stain from the penis of Ham Mason. Her Skirt was a jumbled mess, pulled up, exposing her vagina which was no longer covered by the panties lying over the arm of her office couch. Her hand had to remove itself from absent-mindedly stroking her clit as she followed the instructors of her mental captor.

"...you will want me to come tomorrow and give you another massage and you will be so grateful knowing that we have booked the appointment. Now I am going to give you some instructions that you will NOT remember when I awaken you, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

Matszuka probed to find out what staff would be on site tomorrow and was pleased to know that Briana's son had left town for two weeks to visit his grandparents. The young boy would come back to find a different mommy when he came home.

"I will come to give you a special massage, Briana, but there are some things you MUST do for me - SNAP..." Matszuka snapped her fingers, a heavy trigger for dropping Briana deeper. The masseuse heard a happy sigh from Briana and begins to have her sexy subject write a list of detailed instructions. Tomorrow WOULD be an interesting day!

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BRIANA TAKES CONTROL

Briana finished dutifully writing the list narrated by Matszuka, a list Briana would not remember writing and which she could pass a lie-detector test professing it never existed. But it was a list and it would lead her through a memorable night - if only she would be able to remember it.

"Briana you have to..." The words caught in Zoe's throat as she looked on the couch and saw Briana's panties.

"BRIANA!!???"

Briana's secretary almost screamed as she saw Briana's state of dress - or undress - and Zoe could scarcely move herself to close the door behind her to hide this scene from the rest of the staff.

"Briana what did you do??? Briana??"

The company president had not yet even heard Zoe's voice yet.

"...you will have NO sex tonight and you will forget everything I have told you to forget," a voice continued on the phone, "Briana AWAKE - SNAP - " Briana hung up the phone and then she slowly regained her bearings of what was around her.

She looked up at Zoe, but Zoe wasn't sure her boss could even see her.

"Briana? Are you alright?"

Briana smiled, seeing her nice young secretary at her desk. At the moment, the horror in Zoe's face registered with her and Briana realized the full impact of the scene.

"Oh" she said, grabbing her vest and pulling it together as she hustled around her desk to collect her missing panties. As she pulled the sheer, black silk fabric into her hands, Briana suddenly realized something about her body. There was a yearning, almost a hunger... like, somehow she had been to a restaurant, but not allowed to eat.

She needed something... Briana searched herself and found the culprit - right between her legs. Her pussy was screaming for attention - it needed, and was rapidly beginning to demand, release.

As Briana turned towards Zoe, her mind trying to process a proper response for the moment, Briana was subconsciously beginning to understand what Matszuka didn't yet know. Matszuka had unleashed a fire in this former ugly duckling and, despite Matszuka's expert manipulation of Briana's man to forget the humiliation of her cum-covered ending of her cavort with Ham; even Matszuka couldn't stop the fire burning between Briana's thighs.

Briana's eyes widened as she viewed her stunned secretary. Zoe had never looked more beautiful than this moment. It was as if Briana's mind was seeing her through one of those filters to make women look even more beautiful in movies.

"Briana, are you OK? What is going on, you're scaring me," Zoe pleaded.

A lust filled Briana, not a massage-induced lust, but a 'massage-unlocked' lust. Something Briana had locked up over a decade ago after her night with Michelle was free to roam her body again. And that something had settled right in Briana's moistening pussy and could not be ignored.

"I'm fine, Zoe," Briana smiled and brushed her hair from her face as she turned to face the redhead, "I did what I had to do and I got Mason's signature and we got the deal."

Zoe's tension was eased by Briana's soft tone and apparent recollection of her senses, but she didn't move a muscle as her boss slowly eased towards her. Briana had forgotten about holding her top together now and the vest was no match for its owner's two ample assets. Zoe tried not to look, but the silver chain was moving back and forth in a way that compelled Zoe's attention.

"I think we need to celebrate, Zoë" Briana gave a lights smile as she stopped just in front of Zoe. Thoughts were feeding themselves into Briana's brain, instructions that Matszuka had placed into a box and demanded that Briana forget. These thoughts alerted Briana to new abilities, abilities to use her sexual power to get what she wanted. And right now Briana DEFINITELY wanted Zoe.

"Well, I came to tell you everyone is celebrating..." Zoe's statement was interrupted by Briana's index finger touching her lips. Zoe tried to hide her fear, but her shivering body betrayed her.

Briana took Zoe's hands in her own.

"Don't speak, just listen to me, Zoe," Briana's tone was a strange mix of a lust-filled aggressor and a young girl asking a lover to like her, "I'm talking about a celebration for just you and me."

"I think you're beautiful," she said to Zoe, lightly touching the secretary's red hair, "and I think you feel the same about me..." Zoe's eyes tried to look away, but Briana held her head in her hands. Briana gave her an intense stare. Zoe could almost see the wheels turning as an unremembered training session on how to trance a female flooded Briana's frontal lobes, "and I think you feel I'm beautiful, too. I know you can't keep your eyes off my breasts."

With that statement, Briana's eyes looked down at her own chest. Without a thought, Zoe's eyes followed involuntarily and were immediately recaptured by the shining ruby on the silver chain.

"So beautiful..." she thought

"Eyes up here, dear," Briana interrupted, physically lifting Zoe's chin, tearing her eyes from the stone between her tits, "I want you to look into my eyes..." Briana was smiling, she was feeling a surge of power (and a surge between her thighs) as she saw her prey being drawn in.

"It's rude to stare at a lady's breasts, my dear Zoe," Briana sang, "no matter how luscious, or how much your eyes want to trail down to get another, LOOOONG look."

Briana's eyes shot downwards again as her hand released Zoe's chin, the redhead face fell almost as if her neck was not strong enough to hold the weight of her head as her eyes again were drawn to Briana's chest.

"Poor Zoe, always wanting to please her boyfriend, but secretly lusting after me," Briana challenged, "Look at me, sweetie!"

Again, Zoe's eyes came up and looked at Briana. The boss could see Zoe was confused and battling a number of thoughts in her mind, Briana had been trained to use that confusion to her advantage.

"Your eyes look SO tired, dear one," she chortled, "wanting so much to stay up here looking at me, but totally unable to resist sliding down to see these." Briana cupped her hands on her tits, pushing them together, the red ruby hanging over her right nipple, Zoe never had a chance, her eyes slid down again.

"It's getting so hard to look up here, isn't it," Briana continued as Zoe's eyes came up again, now about a quarter shut, "your eyes are getting so tired fighting the urge inside you; you want to be free to just see what you want to see..." Briana moved a shoulder forward, thrusting her breasts forward. Zoe's eyes dropped again, watching the ruby swing slightly back and forth from Briana's body movements.

"...wanting to look up (Zoe's eyes come back up), but your eyelids growing tired, your mind growing tired, you want to just stop fighting and give in to the urge, don't you."

Zoe's eyes went down now without Briana's eyes leading the way.

"yes..." she mumbled meekly. The secretary had not been tranced lately, but the effect seeing those nipples this time was as deep into a tranced state that Zoe had been since her Experimental Psych Class back at Community College. Zoe couldn't take her eyes off them, and she was hooked.

"Yes," Briana led, feeling the excitement of her control. Almost breathless she led on.

"My voice will take you to a place where you don't have to fight anymore. A place where you will only relax... totally safe, totally happy, unwilling to worry because I will have all your thoughts and worries in my hands. You won't need to think or be burdened by deep thoughts because I will think for you. Shall I lead you to this wonderful place, Zoe?"

Zoe's eyes hadn't left the ruby, it was drawing her deep inside, she answered without a thought, since she no longer had any thoughts but the breasts and the ruby and the voice that now controlled her.

"Yes, Briana."

"Good girl, Zoe. I will count down from three and when I say 'SLEEP' your eyes may close and you will be totally relaxed and happy, unable to open your eyes, but totally able to hear me and respond completely honestly to my words - 3... dropping deeper... 2... going down now, unable

to stop, your will gone... totally unable to disobey my words... 1 - SLEEP..."

Briana released a sigh of relief as she saw Zoe's eyes close. Without any idea how, Briana knew exactly how to go to work now. She had been coached well and coached to remember word for instructions on how to lead her subject.

"Zoe, I want to ask you several questions, and you will be completely free to answer, you are completely safe here and you trust me very much with the completely honest answers to anything I ask, don't you."

"Yes, Briana," Zoe answered, very straightforward, lacking emotion.

Briana almost giggled and clapped. She felt like a little girl with a new toy doll, only this doll was going to be able to satisfy the cry for attention her unleashed libido was causing to grow in her.

"Zoe, have you ever been with a woman, sexually?" Briana inquired.

"No," Zoe answered honestly.

"But you've wanted to, haven't you?" Briana followed up. Matszuka, when she had taken Briana deeply into a trance and given her this training, had told her this was an effective questions because ALL girls had, at one time or another, dreamed of being with another woman.

Zoe wasn't any different. She wasn't gay but, like any girl, she has wondered what holding another woman would be like, lying with another nude female body beside her. She had heard her friends talk. They said a kiss with another woman was so different than kissing a boy. That's why Zoe now did not resist as her bosses obviously leading question.

"Yes," Zoe answered.

"What are you answering 'yes' to," Briana led Zoe forward to the now inevitable outcome.

"I have wanted to be with a woman, sexually."

"Yes you have," Briana pounced like cat, "you've wanted to be with a woman for a long time, dreamed of feeling a nude female body underneath you in your bed, your tongue traveling to her most private parts - know that this is true, Zoe, and let it go DEEPLY into you mind..."

To emphasize her point, Briana raised Zoe's hands, placing them on the bottom of Briana's luscious tits. In her trance, Zoe tried to catch her breath as she felt up her boss. The breasts were beautiful, even with the nipples covered, and Zoe felt their weight in her hands and shivered.

"I'm going to awaken you, Zoe, in a few seconds," Briana continued as Zoe continued to hold up Briana's breasts, "and when I do, you will open your eyes and see my breasts and the Ruby in front of you, you will be compelled to lean forward and suckle my nipples. You will NOT be able to resist. And, let this rest deeply in your mind, when you take my nipple in your mouth, that will be a symbol to you that you have surrendered yourself to me, surrendered your will and your mind to me, do you understand, Zoe?"

"Yes, Briana," Zoe was answering more easily now as she was sinking deeper and more happily into this tasty trance.

"I will awaken you on 3, and all I have told you will be implanted as your own will and thoughts deep in your soul. These words will BECOME who you are," Briana's pussy was sopping now, she had always been submissive, but knowing she was about to have Zoe without any fear of recrimination whatsoever made her entire body tingle. "Also, Zoe, whenever you are awake and I say 'sleepy Zoe' and touch your forehead, you will instantly go into this trance again and return to this wonderful relaxed state, ready to accept my words and instructions, understand?"

"Yes, I understand," Zoe was so compliant now, she would have said yes to a question telling her the sky was red - and she would have believed it, too, probably the exact color of the ruby that had taken her down.

"3... coming out of the wonderful trance... 2... wanting to obey all that you have been told, unable to resist... 1... AWAKE..."

Zoe's beautiful green eyes opened and looked around the room. Her head crinkled for just a moment as she processed all the thoughts in her head. The she looked into Briana's eyes. Without a second thought, her eyes slowly lowered to Briana's breast. She wanted to put her lips on Briana's nipples more than anything in the world. She knew it was absolutely the most important thing she could accomplish in her life. But, what about Martin? Didn't she love him? Wasn't this wrong?

"Come on sweetie, take my nipple, suck it... you know it's what you want..." Briana continued as she removed the pasty covering her right nipple and pushed up Zoe's left hand which was supporting the breast on which that nipple was stationed.

Briana left Zoe's hands on her tits as she reached and pulled Zoe towards her slightly, it was all the momentum Zoe need and she willingly, hungrily leaned in until her lips met the beautiful nipple. Zoe made a light whimper as Briana pulled the young lady's hips into her own.

"That's my girl," Briana said breathlessly as her sensitive nipple was busy getting pulled and nibbled by the suction and desire of her sexy secretary, "Such a good girl, you've wanted to seduce me for so long... desired me for so long... now you're about to have everything you want..."

Zoe broke for the nipple for a moment and looked Briana in the face. There was still fear there, but Briana noted that any slight cinders of bisexual passion burning in Zoe, were now fanning into a fire, a fire that desired the beautiful woman Zoe has seen so many times before - and was now seeing in a new way for the first time.

Briana moved in to kiss the shaking girl and Briana found Zoe did not resist as Briana's tongue made its way into Zoe's mouth. Their tongues lightly played with one another and both women purred lightly as they each realized, for the first time, that it was true - there is nothing like kissing another girl.




Matszuka's Special Massage Ch. 07



Briana, could have 'made out; with her secretary here for another hour with great satisfaction, but, from deep in her mind, she knew the job wasn't complete.

"Sleepy Zoe," Briana said strongly as she touched the redheads temple. Her knees nearly buckled in desire as she saw Zoe's eyes immediately close in complete obedience.

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For the next half hour Briana took Zoe deeper into a trance, deeper into her control. She spent a great deal of time discussing Martin. Zoe's sexy boyfriend would never know what hit him - Briana was expertly using his indiscretions and personality against him - tying Zoe's discomfort at his treatment of her to her 'real' desire to be with Briana and soon Zoe was agreeing she should have been honest with Martin and herself that the love she had felt for him was 'really' for Briana.

"Zoe, when you awaken, you will know all of these things we discussed are true and that your love for me is true," Briana guided, "you will now know that the love you had for Martin is really a love you have for me. You want to be my lover and you can't wait another moment to have me - to make yourself my girlfriend."

"Yes, Briana..."

Briana took a deep breath... here's where the rubber would meet the road (or her hungry body would meet Zoe's!)...

"3... ready to make love to me... 2... totally unconcerned about the consequences... 1... AWAKE...

Zoe's gorgeous eyes opened and Briana felt her heart melting, as well; the trance had an effect on her heart and her pussy and she, too, needed to make love immediately.

"Zoe," Briana said breathlessly, sliding her hand behind the beautiful red locks of her new love, "I want you."

"I want you too, Briana," Zoe said with a wavering voice, this time leaning in herself for a deep, passionate kiss.

It was all a blur from there for the two female lovers. Zoe's teeth found their way back to Briana's tits and that made Briana nearly swoon. Briana's knees were already weak and she stumbled back against her desk, momentarily breaking apart the two well-maintained bodies.

It gave the two women a chance to look each other up and down, neither able to contain their heavy breathing. Zoe reached for her blouse and slid it up and over head, followed by a release of the font catch of her bra. Her breasts were beautiful, round and firm with light pink circles and small, dainty nipples. She looked up at Briana for approval.

"O sweetie you are so beautiful," said Briana. The two ladies locked eyes, wondering where this would go next. Briana took the first step, sliding down her skirt, revealing her milky white thighs atop her lace stockings and garter-encased vagina. She stepped out of her skirt, eyes never leaving her new lover. She reached and took Zoe's hand as she slid back against and up onto the desk.

Zoe took her cue, sliding a chair up parallel to the desk upon which her boss was now sitting. Shaking with a mix of fear and excitement. Zoe eased down into the seat, mesmerized at the sight of her boss's parting thighs. She allowed herself to be pulled in by Briana's well placed left hand on the back of her head and eased in. Briana leaned her right hand back on the desk anticipating the content. Briana sighed and Zoe held her breath as Zoe's tongue slowly emerged to touch the petals of a woman's vagina for the first time in her life. The tip of the tongue is the part that senses the taste for something salty or sweet, and as this part of Zoe's tongue lapped at Briana's pink flower, Zoe was hooked. Nothing had ever tasted sweeter - her boyfriend was gone - never to return to her emotions.

Between Briana's bucking thighs, Zoe's hearing was muted, she never heard her boss hiss - "Matszuka" - as, finally, Briana's pussy received the release for which it had been screaming.

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THE SHOP

Briana stirred awake. After the few seconds to clear her head, she realized where she was, on the floor of her office, naked, lying next to Zoe underneath the bearskin she kept on the back of her office couch.

For a moment she stopped and took in the beauty of her secretary, with her fire red hair and the hot red freckles which were so sexy leaving down to her half-exposed breasts. It had been so much fun kneeling in front of Zoe, sliding down her skirt and panties to reveal her sexy red, manicured pubic hair. Zoe had turned out to be surprisingly aggressive, quickly taking Briana down to the floor and mounting her. The two women had humped hard - their nude bodies enveloping one another until it was hard to tell where one body ended and the other began. They had each squealed in pleasure.

No doubt, Briana had the fleeting thought; other staff members must have stood at the door, wondering what had happened to the two women, and then had walked away with a smirk, hearing the passion loudly going on behind the door. Right now, Briana didn't care - or, wasn't allowed to care.

One last glance down at Zoe as she quietly slid out from under the heavy cover. Briana felt she could fall in love with this young girl, but there wasn't time for that, something inside her compelled her to move. Briana couldn't place exactly what task it was she had to accomplish, but she knew she had to go. It's like that feeling when you come into a room and forget what you went in there for!? Briana knew she had to move and in a hurry - but she had no idea where she was going.

After a quick dress back into her vest and rumpled skirt, Briana quickly gave her hair a fluff, touched up her makeup and lipstick and called for her driver. Albert had been waiting for hours, wondering where his boss was, her call actually awakened him from a slight doze, but he had dutifully waited. He, too, loved working for this sweet heiress and she paid him more money than he had ever made in his life, he wanted to care for her and make sure she was where she needed to be.

"11060 Brompton Street," Briana informed Albert through her backseat phone in the limo.

"Are you sure that is the proper address ma'am?"

"Yes, Albert, now GO!" Albert noticed that Briana's voice was flat and monotone - probably from the long day, he thought. Had the dark visor not been between them, dividing the front of the car from the back seat, Albert would have seen Briana in the backseat, glassy-eyed, processing the orders given to her by Matszuka. The tryst with Zoe had been a side-track that neither Matszuka, nor Briana could control, but Briana's heavily influenced sub-conscious was not about to forget to fulfill Matszuka's orders...



Matszuka's Special Massage Ch. 08



Her name was Anessa and she had known she loved women since she was 6 years old. Anessa had tried boys in high school, losing her virginity in the tenth grade after a homecoming dance. But that experience had been painful and generally disgusting. Anessa's true love had been Virginia - a beautiful blonde who was Anessa's closest friend. Or,rather, Anessa was the person to whom Virginia turned whenever she needed a shoulder to cry on after a problem with one of her many boyfriends and, towards the end of high school, more and more Anessa was the excuse Virginia used when her parents wanted to know her whereabouts. Anessa always covered for Virginia and was always there for her - mostly because she loved her. Secretly, Anessa had dreamed that one day Virginia's tears on her shoulder might turn into a wanton kiss. It never happened and now, some two decades later, Anessa had long since come out of the closet and battled for gay rights through various organizations. She was owner of a small shop in downtown LA, dedicated to helping people 'find' themselves - sexually.

Anessa sighed deeply, not much business tonight, as usual, if things didn't pick up soon, she might have to close her work of love.

"Ting - ting -ting." The bell on the door interrupter her thoughts and Anessa turned to see quite a sight-a tall, buxom blonde with tousled hair, wearing an expensive-but-abused business suit. This wasn't the type of woman who normally came to the store. Although, Briana's jostled appearance did leave one to wonder what this woman was all about. More than anything she reminded Anessa of - "Virgnia" a name she whispered lightly as she approached her new customer.

"May I help you?" Anessa asked in a truly inquisitive voice. She often could guess the desire of shop visitors, just at first glance, but she truly had no idea what this woman would be looking for.

"I - I uh have a list..." Briana said, struggling to put her thoughts together. Her eyes ranged throughout the stores, trying to determine how she ended up in a shop of dildos ranging from "pee wee" to "monster" and racks of lotions, gels and sexual position manuals.

"I see you do," Anessa almost whistled as she looked at the list. This woman must have known some of this shop's specialties because not many people would have known to ask for many of these items. Anessa did not exactly know her customer was under an hypnotic suggestion of Matszuka to come find these items, but she did have a recollection that she had seen this type of action at least twice before. "Clearly someone likes to send rich people here to live out crazy fantasies", Anessa thought to herself.

Anessa excused herself and began collecting the items on the list. It was extensive and would be just the haul she needed to take this from a down night with the store to one of the biggest of the week. Anessa found herself whistling as her mood completed a total 180 degree change from her earlier bent.

"I have everything... miss..." Anessa's voice trailed off as she returned from the back to find her customer nowhere in sight. At first, Anessa thought she had been robbed, or at best, pranked. But then she heard a giggle from back near the dressing rooms.

Anessa worked back to the opposite side of the store and lost her breath at the site. Facing away from her was her blonde bombshell customer, viewing herself in the mirror wearing the store's "Daisy Duke" costume; a costume with impossibly tight short-shorts and a bright yellow top which tied just under her breasts. The outfit was topped off with cute cowboy boots, just like the ones worn by Jessica Simpson in the Dukes of Hazzard movie. Anessa didn't like watching bad movies, but she did find Jessica Simpson to be a hottie.

"Miss..." Anessa stammered, causing Briana to turn around. Anessa was amazed at the sight, despite herself. Briana was truly beautiful and DEFINITLEY had the body to warrant this outfit. She had also pulled her full blonde hair back into a ponytail giving her a girlish quality - a face and figure that again reminded Anessa of Virginia - her school girl crush!

Briana tingled as she felt the cool air of the shop's air system all over her body. She felt sexy and girly and LOVED this feeling. It wasn't natural, almost like the adrenaline coursing through her body was a drug that made her giddy, free - uninhibited. Clearly something had popped open in Briana's mind over the activities of the past 24 hours - some inhibition had been removed, even beyond Matszuka's well-planned scheme.

Briana stopped her giggle long enough to notice the shop owner's gaze. Anessa's eyes were locked on her. As a late bloomer, Briana had not expertly honed her skills for noting the effect her body had on men - or women. Had Briana known, she likely could have asked right now for her entire list for free and Anessa might have acquiesced. Briana only knew that Anessa looked interested and that made her happy.

"I don't mean anything by this question, Miss..." the naïve heiress intoned.

"Uh - Anessa," the shop owner answered.

Briana smiled a toothy- genuinely happy smile, "Anessa.. um, well, Anessa, are you interested in women? Uh, I mean - sexually?" Briana blushed at the question.

Surprisingly for herself, Anessa did, as well. It had been a long time since anyone had asked her that question as her style of dress and militant causes had rarely left anyone to doubt the answer to that question.

"Yes," she answered, in a much gentler tone than she had prepared to, "yes, I do... with the right woman, of course..."

Briana felt the naturally produced drug coursing through her brain, whatever it was, rush through her - making her light-headed (air-headed a little), tingly, her fingers on fire, her pussy alive once again. She reached for her tied top and took a step away from the mirror, now behind her, and a step towards Anessa.

"What makes the 'right' woman..." Briana smiled an evil smile as she easily pulled apart the top, holding each side of the shirt teasingly over her breasts as she pressed them together.

Normally, Anessa would have been put off by bubble-headed, bottle blondes like Briana (although Briana was a natural blonde) but there was something about the way she carried herself, the innocent sexuality she gave off (if there could be such a thing) and, mostly, the way she reminded Anessa of her love for Virginia.

"Oh - uh - different things," said Anessa, shifting her weight back a bit. She was feeling feelings she hadn't felt in a long time, feelings that she had long since tucked away, feelings of which many of her friends would not approve.

"Well," said Briana coyly as she dropped open her top, "here are two things."

She reached to embrace Anessa, her breasts now exposed. Anessa couldn't resist, her eyes followed those swollen tits into her chest and she was almost taken by surprise as Briana's lips met hers. The blonde hiked her leg around Anessa's and thrust herself into the older woman. Anessa, still slightly stunned by the turn of events, hadn't even closed her eyes and looked into the mirror to get a 3-angled view of her own hand on Briana's ass, pulling Briana to her.

Anessa struggled to gain control of herself. She was aroused as she hadn't been in ten years. She broke her lip lock with Briana and tilted her head to move down the left side of Briana's neck. Anessa opened her lips slightly and sucked hard on Briana's neck. The blonde moaned and moved to press in tighter. This encouraged Anessa to move into one of her favorite activities - biting. She gently began to nibble on Briana's sexy earlobe and then moved down to a hunk of

Briana's neck. The younger lady squealed lightly at the pinch, but made no move to end the event. Anessa worked her way down Briana's neck laying bites and nibbles, some that would be noticeable bruises or 'hickies' in the morning.

Briana was lost in a swirl of senses. Anessa smelled differently than the perfumed Zoe and Anessa was much rougher, almost like a man. Briana had never been around a 'butch' woman before and she couldn't wait to learn more about her next lover. For now, what she knew was that Anessa was biting her - hard - and, for a reason Briana didn't quite understand, each bite made her pussy moisten and her hips flex against her partner.

"Oh you like the rough stuff, do you?" Anessa said with a bit of delight.

"I don't know, I've never done 'rough stuff', " a breathless Briana answered as the next bite sunk into her chest just above the start of her left breast.

Another moan from Briana, that was enough of a cue for Anessa, she'd been reading submissive women for years. She grabbed Briana and spun her around, placing her left hand across Briana's breasts and squeezing them hard. Anessa's right hand grabbed the front of Briana's shorts, ripping them open, and then jammed her hand down the back of those tight Daisy Dukes, giving Anessa access to Briana's most private parts from behind.

"I'm in control now, Sweetheart," Anessa whispered loudly as her fingers found their prey. Anessa was expert at this. For more than 25 years, Anessa had been a mistress in the BD/SM scene in their city. 'Mistress A' was known for expertly taking women, and even men, and torturing them to a perfect arousal. It had been an online side job as well - telling men what she really thought of them - the worthless wienies - and those men paid her a ton of money to do it.

Anessa, or Mistress A, looked in the mirror and saw a crazed lust in Briana's face and heard the young lady make a guttural moan as Anessa's second hand moved down the front of Briana's shorts, forcing the shorts to finally give up their tight fight and fall to the floor, and allowing Mistress A to begin to work Briana from clit to ass. Briana had to grab for the mirror in front of her to keep from crashing into the glass.

"Rough sex is about control and submission, honey," Anessa continued, her lips just inches from Briana's ears," I take control of your body and do anything I want with it, understand?"

Briana could do nothing but nod her understanding. Briana was now months into subconsciously learning how much she loved being controlled by another woman. Matszuka's words were echoling through her had "Women make the best lovers"; "You love to be controlled" and something else was in the mix, as well. Briana's life had prepared her for this moment - from her Dad to her husband, she had learned submission as a lifestyle and now it all came pouring out into her newfound sexuality.

Briana's her voice was stolen by Anessa's expert finger which was sliding pussy juice all around Briana's crotch and ass. Briana's shorts held her ankles together like a binding, making it hard for her to stand without holding on the mirror and balancing herself against the movement of Anessa. She was helpless and her body was betraying her enjoyment of her captivity.

"But to truly enjoy it, you have to trust me and know that, while I will inflict pain on you; that pain is for your sexual enjoyment." Both women were fighting against the arousal to breathe. "I will never

take you beyond what you can handle, but I will take you to the edge and bring you back. It's control and the giving up of control; the best sex there is..."

Briana whimpered, her pussy was being manhandled by this aggressive woman, but Briana wouldn't have moved if she could have, the words 'control' and 'submission' had become very important to her recently and she knew she must live in those words. Briana leaned forward to

show her greater abeyance to her Mistress.

SMACK!! Briana yelped as Anessa's free hand came down hard on Briana's ass. Anessa was strong and Briana felt the sting.

"You do EVERYTHING I tell you to do, understand?" Anessa was leaning forward against Briana and gave her a light bite on the back as Briana struggled to decipher what was happening to her.

"Have you ever had anyone give it to you hard? To Dominate you! To be your Mistress?"

"No" whimpered Briana in a small voice.

"I bet your one of those little spoiled bitches who would love for me to give you what you want and give it to you hard aren't you... AREN'T YOU?!!" >>SMACK

"You're a tramp aren't you?" Anessa lashed back and laid another shot on Briana's ass. Are you ready to give yourself over to me, completely? To obey without question? To trust that I will ultimately have your every need in mind with each painful next step?"

"Yes," Briana answered as tears filled her eyes.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK-Anessa grabbed Briana's hair, pulling her back.

"Yes WHO? My little bitch..."

"Yes, Mistress," the tears were running down Briana's cheeks now and she could sense the fiery redness on her right ass cheek which had taken the entirety of Anessa's firm hand.

"Good Girl," Anessa hissed as she slipped a blindfold over Briana's, causing Briana's breath to catch. She was off balance; she didn't know what was coming next.

"I need to get something, you stay leaning against the mirror, just stand here, and do NOT move. And especially don't touch that blind fold and don't touch these," she said as she squeezed Briana's nipples, "and don't touch this" she added, rubbing Briana's crotch.

And with that, Anessa left the general area in which Briana was standing. Briana stood, leaning against the mirror, just as commanded. And she waited.

Briana waited and waited and waited. It seemed she waited for a long time standing naked with a blindfold on in a strange store. Finally, unable to take it anymore, Briana reached for the blindfold.

"SMACK" - something hit Briana's bare ass causing her to let out a squeal - >>SMACK

"You're a naughty girl; you like to get spanked don't you?" - SMACK

"Ahhh!' Briana reacted again.

"Don't you naughty girl?"

"Yes!" Briana panted out in desperation. >>SMACK

"Yes, WHO!" 

"Yes, Mistress!' Briana now worried she was in over her head, but her mind was reeling from the arousal her desperate position brought her.

>>SMACK

"Yes, Mistress" Briana answered this time bracing for the - >>SMACK

Briana imagined the welts that had to be growing on her taught ass. She felt the sting and found that... She loved it... Briana didn't know anything about bondage, but she knew right now she was completely in the control of a woman planning to use her for some form of sexual fulfillment and her body was thrilled.

The next squeal wasn't from the paddle. Something, like a clothespin, clamped down on her left nipple, and then her right one, causing Briana to squeal and tears pour from her eyes. Instinctively Briana reached to remove the pain causing device.

"SMACK" another shot to a very red and sensitive ass.

"DON'T TOUCH!" Anessa commanded moving right up against Briana's cheek.

"Feel it, feel the pain, let it stoke your fires, let the pain be a jolt of electricity down to your pussy. Let it make you more aroused. Briana stopped moving, Anessa holding her hands to her sides. She was shaking and tears were now streaming down her cheeks.

"It's OK, sweetie," Anessa said through clinched teeth, leaning in closely to Briana's ear from behind, "I am here for your decadent pleasure - trust me, give in to the pain and let it guide you to ecstacy"

"Y-yes, Mistress" Briana whimpered, feeling all the things Mistress was telling her, working to feel the pain and let it take her to a new level of excitement.

"Now your hands!" demanded Anessa.

Briana felt Anessa pull back her hands and stood obediently as the velvet cuffs clicked into place on her wrists. Anessa stood in front of her and reached around to bind her. Leaning against Anessa was the only thing keeping Briana from falling face first.

Anessa grabbed her captive by the elbow and led her across the room to one of the displays. She bent Briana roughly over the bar of some sort of bench. Brian's blindfolded face fell into a cushion covered by a terry cloth cover. Briana felt Anessa roughly kick her feet apart and continued to pull at each ankle until they were firmly locked in a spread position. 

Then Briana waited. Blindfolded and ankle-cuffed upside down, again Briana felt as if hours had passed before she felt her Mistress standing behind her again.

"I bet you've never had a mistress take your ass before, have you, Missy?"

Briana felt the derisive tone of "Missy" and felt her position strongly. She was completely trapped, open and unable to defend herself against anything this person was going to do to her.

"No," was all she could manage to moan into the terry cloth.

"Do you want me to take your ass?"

>>>SMACK

"Do you want me to take your ass?" Mistress A demanded more strongly.

"Yes!" this time Briana lifted her head and turned slightly to make herself heard.

"Ask me to take your ass."

Briana began to tear up again as she felt the delicious helplessness over her now.

"Mistress, please take my ass."

"As you wish, my queen," Anessa mocked and Briana felt a warm, heavy liquid flow down the top of her asshole and flow down the insides of her calves. Mistress leaned in causing a dildo which was obvious to Briana to now be strapped between her captor's legs to slide up against Briana's vagina.

Anessa began to work the gel around the rim of Briana's little hole as she pressed the small, 4 inch strap on dildo between Briana's pussy lips. Anessa always loved the rare moments she had to feel the power of a plastic cock between her legs. She had always wanted to be a boy and knew this was as close as she could get. She looked down on her prey. Briana was beautiful and curvy. She sexiness of her ass and calves now accentuated as Briana's body continued to struggle for new ways to stabilize itself. Her asshole thrust into the air by the padded bar, glistening with gel - this moment made Anessa feel extremely powerful, and sexy and intoxicated. This intoxication took over her brain and she no longer reasoned as a normal human being. She saw a beautiful toy in front of her and planned to use it as she pleased.

"You look so fucking hot like this, woman," she taunted, "I am going to take you now, anyway I wish."

Briana heard Anessa emphasize the "any" in that statement and knew it to be true, and thought perhaps she should be scared. But now she fell deeply into her newly-opened submissiveness and gave herself her mistress.

"Take me Mistress," she whimpered, "take me anyway you wish, I am your little slut!"

Those words still dangled in the air as Anessa slid a thumb up against Briana's asshole. She loved feeling the rim give and allow her thumb to invade. Anessa's other four fingers slid down the area between ass and vagina and slid in the back of Briana's tunnel, the dildo head teased Briana's clit. Briana braced her ass for what was to come and breathed a heavy breath into the cloth encasing her lips.

Anessa took only moments with her fingers and thumb before she soon had two fingers loosening Briana's tiny back door. Her other hand turned on a tiny vibrator and forced it into Briana's "twat" as Anessa now told her pussy was too nice a word for her pet's intimate part.

The two fingers soon were three and Anessa felt Briana's sphincter completely give into the invasion. For Briana, it felt as though her asshole had lost control, she could no longer push anything out of that tract, only breathe and relax as she was invaded again and again. She allowed herself to enjoy this feeling, to revel in the complete domination, knowing the ultimate conquer was about to come.

"Now I'm going to make you completely MINE!" Anessa hisses as the finger vacated and the knob of the dildo pressed against Briana's asshole.




Matszuka's Special Massage Ch. 08



Briana held her breath and tried to relax, but the whirring of the vibe in her pussy made this difficult. So many sensations, so many thoughts. Briana battled with the overload - but all of that disappeared in one fell swoop.

"NOW" yelled Anessa as she grabbed Briana's curvy hips, pulling them to her while, at the same time, pressing her own hips forward. In one quick motion, Briana's loosened ring gave way and the dildo slid to the hilt into Briana's back door.

Anessa was glad she had chosen a small model, as she didn't know Briana's ability to take a deep hit into, perhaps, virgin territory. But Anessa loved that she could push it all the way home, allowing her lap to completely meet Briana's ass. Anessa stayed deep inside for some time, feeling the vibration of the vibrator in Briana's twat, letting all of the moment massage her own engorged clit. Anessa knew her first orgasm was not far away.

Anessa reached inside her blouse and pulled a nipple, she was aroused like never before - so enthralled by this beaufitul stranger that had fallen into her life. In her mind, she pictured her beloved Virgina beneath her and that image compelled her to go to work.

Holding Briana's hips firm with one hand and kneading her chest with the other, Anessa began to rock her hips back and forth, sliding the dildo slowly in and out of Briana's ass. Then animal instincts took over. 

Anessa began to jackhammer her hips back and forth, pounding Briana's asshole again and again - relentlessly assaulting the young woman from behind.

Briana pressed against her bonds of captivity, the ankle cuffs, the padded bar and the cloth-covered bench at her face. She steadied herself as best she could ready for the next push against her rectum. Noise and feelings equally unrecognized by the young heiress came from inside her again and again. She had never felt anything like this. Continually giving up control of her asshole to this invader, submitting to a most degrading act, allowing herself to be treated in such a manner. It was low, it was submissive, it was debased and it was exactly what Briana wanted to feel at this moment.

Anessa knew the jostling of the apparatus between her legs was having its effect. The stimulator rubbing her clit with each stroke was setting her on fire. He nipples had never been harder, her nerve endings never more on end and Anessa found herself needing to submit, as well, to the orgasm about to rip through her.

"God, Bitch you are so hot you're going to make me cum,"

The "m" had hardly left her lips when the bubble burst inside - Anessa had an orgasm she would not soon forget - and then another right behind it. She curled her toes inside the sandals she was wearing and stretched her legs for full impact. She then fell forward against her slave as a third orgasm came through. Moans and gurgles escaped her as she shook, holding her slave in a tight embrace from behind. As Anessa felt her orgasm subside, she felt her energy leave her. She and her captor were covered in sweat and other body fluids and Anessa felt herself go weak.

She slid off Briana and fell back to the cold hard floor behind. She felt the hardness of the floor underneath her but didn't care. She found herself curling up into a ball and emotion began to esacpe her in the form of tears. And the hard, lesbian bitch of the shop began to cry. Emotions pent up forever were released and Anessa experienced a healing moment, right there on the floor, with her dildo poking from between her thighs.

Briana felt the dildo leave her and she felt empty. She heard the crying behind and wondered what was wrong. Was her Mistress injured? Before Briana could fully understand what was going on behind her, Briana's vaginal canal involuntarily squeezed against the vibrator. Briana's senses were already on high alert - the ministrations of the vibrator were doing their work and Briana felt her own ecstasy. Her lips pursed in the letter "O" as her orgasm rose to its fulfillment. She felt it all over - in her pussy, her widened-empty asshole, her stomach churning from its clenched position - and her always sensitive nipples. 

Briana's squeal brought Anessa back to her senses - and from her position on the floor, she saw Briana's flower clinching over and over in orgasm. Anessa reached and released the ankle cuffs and pulled Briana off the bench and down to the cold floor - there she attacked the woman's vagina - kissing and licking and joining in the assault along with the vibrator. Anessa had loved Virginia once and she had strong feelings for this woman now - feeling she put entirely into the tongue work she was doing now for the woman whose ankles were over her shoulders.

Anessa licked Briana to another orgasm and then slid up beside the beautiful blonde and they kissed and held each other in a long embrace. They might have stayed there forever had they not heard the tingling of the bell at the door. Both women came out of their sex-crazed stupor and ran for the back of the store. Briana's driver was stunned to see two naked women - one he was sure was Briana - duck into the dressing rooms. Assuming Briana to be ok, he walked once again out of the store.

In the dressing room - the two women held their breath, then relaxed and laughed a little as they heard the doorbell jingle again at the driver's exit.

"Thank you," was all Briana could say as she saw today's Mistress for the first time in some time in now uncovered eyes.

"Oh my god, the pleasure was all mine, sweetie," said Anessa.

The two women weren't really sure how the relationship progressed from here and stood awkwardly until Anessa got an idea.

"You keep the vibrator and remember me," she said pointing towards Briana's crotch. Both women realized the batteries had now died on the unit and it was now just a plug inside the heiress. "And I have a leash collar for you, whenever you need to be a little kinky, put it on and enjoy - and it has the store phone number if I can ever help."

The two women embraced and Briana slid the collar around her neck, snapping it into place and enjoying the look of it in the mirror.

"Thanks, Mistress," she whispered. Briana dressed back in her jostled business skirt and vest and exited the store - two horny women having passed in a moment together that neither would ever forget. 

And Briana continued her descent into a new life of submission to women - or make that one woman - Matszuka, her masseuse hypnotist.



Matszuka's Special Massage Ch. 09



"And next thing I know, she is spanking me with a paddle and doing... things to me."

Matszuka listened as Briana shared the exploits that had occurred at the erotic toy store. Briana, or "Bree" as Matszuka had now taken to calling her at all times, didn't know that Matszuka, her masseuse, had ordered her to go to the toy store under an hypnotic trance. Matszuka listened to the stories and marveled that in her hypnotic manipulations of this rich heiress' brain, she had unlocked a deep-seeded, hidden sexual passion from this woman; a passion that had been locked up tightly for many years and was somehow unlocked through the work Matszuka had done on her. 

Now "Bree" was trying to process the changes occurring in her, not aware that the very masseuse she was sharing with was the one who had started this process with a hypnotic massage many months ago.

Matszuka had used her "special" massage expertise to entice and steal from the rich and famous many times, always with the person gladly bestowing large gifts of money, property, jewelry and cars upon her. Matszuka was also a shrewd business person who had dutifully paid her taxes, to keep her from IRS investigation, and had wisely invested her money and now found herself to be a multi-millionaire. Her dad would never believe what she had made of herself in America as a lowly masseuse and she didn't need to do this work anymore.

However, when Matszuka had read the story about Briana, the trophy wife whose much older husband had died and left her a Fortune 500 company, Matszuka saw her one last mark. But sitting her in "Bree's" massage room in her sprawling mansion, Matszuka knew something unanticipated had occurred – she was falling in love with her mark.

In fact, she looked down at the beautiful heiress, on her knees in front of Matszuka, her clothes long since removed, giving her masseuse an expert foot massage, Matszuka knew she had to have her – forever.

Briana had long since lost track of the fact that it had been months since she had a massage from Matszuka, despite paying hundreds of dollars for each session. The routine had become "Bree" undressing to prepare to take the table for the massage, and then deciding (under hypnotic suggestion from Matszuka) that she would rather give Matszuka a foot massage. At first this had all taken place under hypnotic trance, but more and more Matszuka would awaken Bree from her trance in the middle of the foot massage or even during the inevitable pussy work Bree would do on her masseuse/Mistress after the massage. Now, Briana simply undressed and knelt down at the feet of Matszuka with no pretense of coming in to get her own massage. The work Matszuka had done on Bree's mind made her completely unaware that this situation was in any way unusual.

Matszuka's plan, with help from Briana's unlocked, deep desires, had worked to perfection. Her goal was always to get her thrall on their knees in front of her. It was a powerful position, one that gave her many masturbatory fantasies at night. As an unloved girl from a poor Korean family, it gave her no end of satisfaction to have the best, brightest, most-beautiful and most-powerful kneeling at her feet. The she would lightly shake open her robe, revealing her panty-less vagina, culminating in her power being secured by her victims tongue between her vaginal folds.

Tonight Matszuka had a different plan and seeing the stress Briana's earlier behavior was causing in the young, chesty blonde, opened the perfect door of opportunity.

"Yes, this has been an interesting day for you, my little Bree, no?" Matszuka asked, placing her hand tenderly on Briana's cheek.

"Yes," 'Bree' answered meekly. As she peered up into the older woman's eyes, emptions rose up in the younger woman, "yes, I have."

With that admission a dam burst in Briana and tears began streaming down her face. She had behaved today in a way she could never have imagined and, what made it worse was the fact that she greatly enjoyed it.

As those thoughts roamed in her fragile mind, she didn't notice Matszuka unleashing her top and exposing her bare breasts. Several times recently Matszuka had asked Bree to enjoy trance-induced relaxation at the end of Matszuka's nipple, now the masseuse would take the bold step of offering her momma's milk to Briana in her current state.

"Come up here, my dear," Matszuka asked in a calm, even voice.

Briana looked up and saw the bare breasts and the firm, round protruding nipples and crinkled her brow for a moment. What was Matszuka asking her to do? Somewhere, deep inside the subconscious of this beautiful young woman, she found a familiarity with this request from Matszuka and the synapses in in her brain fired an appropriate response that not only was it ok for her to climb up and suckle this woman's breasts, but that it would be the calming relief she needed.

Stunned and almost robotically, "Bree" climbed up and positioned her nude bottom on onto the couch where Matszuka was sitting and lowered herself back into Matszuka's lap.

"There, now, let Matszuka make you feel so wonderful, so free. Come drink from Matszuka."

Matszuka was not lactating; she had never had a child. But that didn't matter to "Bree's" confused, manipulated mind. As she latched onto that breast, the milk flowed freely down her throat and into her tummy.

"Yes, drink from Matszuka," the masseuse said in her calm, monotone voice, "feeling so much love for Matszuka, never wanting to be apart from Matszuka again."

As Matszuka continued to cradle "Bree" in her right arm, holding her to her chest, Matszuka's left hand slid down Briana's body and slid in between her thighs. Matszuka wanted to reinforce her connecting words for Briana with a powerful sexual arousal. Bree's legs parted obediently and she allowed Matszuka free access to her private parts.

"Sex with women is powerful and good," Matszuka toned on, "you love to have sex with Matszuka because you love Matszuka."

All of Briana's senses were at the highest level of receptivity. She tasted Matszuka's milk flow freely into her, warm and sweet and, like a baby in her mother's arm, "Bree" feel deeply into the connection of that moment. Peace, joy and care were in that moment, in that connection between her lips and providing nipple of her captor. Nothing else in the world mattered to Briana but being in this moment, receiving life from that life-giving breast.

Her pussy was engorged as her masseuse expertly massaged its folds, manipulated the clitoris and brought Briana nearer and nearer to a captivating orgasm. It was more than "Bree's" mind could contain, so that mind simply shut down and received every stimulus offered up to it. This continued on for 60 minutes and beyond, Matszuka bringing Briana to the brink of orgasm, then backing off. She moved the heiress from one breast to the next as her nipple grew sensitive. She knew it was time for her final move.

"When you orgasm, you will become mine completely," said Matszuka, "Complete mine to control and love. You will know nothing but the love of Matszuka and the desire to be with me always and forever – 24 hours a day with Matszuka, giving you comfort and love. Do you want that my little Bree?"

"Mmmm-hmmm" and a head nod was all "Bree" could offer at this point, but that was enough.

"I'm going to allow you to orgasm now, and when you cum, you will give yourself completely and forever to me, are you ready, my little Bree?"

Another nod and Matszuka moved in for the literal and figurative climax. She buried two fingers into Briana to the hilt, tickling the inside of her tunnel while her thumb expertly worked the clit. 

Briana hesitated for only a moment, perhaps something tried to push into her conscious that this should be stopped, but if some inner warning did raise up, it last for only a flash of a second and was gone – and as the orgasm spread through Briana's body, it was gone forever.

Briana latched hard onto the breast as long as she could. Her body quivered and quaked uncontrollably until she could no long hold on. She fell back into Matszuka's lap, with a loud gasp of air and a hike of her hips pressing against Matszuka's hand. 

A stream of orgasmic liquid shot in a fountain from "Bree's" manipulated pussy and another wave of pleasure caused Briana to rise up again, putting pressure on her abdomen, causing another squirt of her feminine lubricant to cause a puddle at the end of the couch, one her maid would find hard to explain.

The orgasm seemed to Briana to last an hour, but it was only a short moment and soon the heiress lay across her masseuse's lap, trying to recompose herself.

Matszuka watched it all with a pounding heart. This wasn't just a mark; this was now the love of her life. She watched Briana's large, firm breast rise and fall as the young woman tried to catch her breath. She was the most beautiful human being Matszuka had ever seen and she knew this woman was close to becoming hers.

Briana came down from her orgasmic cloud and opened her eyes, looking up into the eyes of her masseuse. A wave of peace flooded over her as she looked up at those eyes through the breasts she had just suckled. Matszuka looked back down at her with a love in her eyes that Briana had never seen from another human being and had always longed for.

Matszuka took a deep breath and went in for the finale.

"I love you, my little Bree, with all my heart."

This time Briana didn't hesitate, it was true. She didn't know how it happened, but she knew with all her heart that she loved this new life of hers and she knew that somehow this life had been brought to her by this older, Korean woman.

"I love you, too, Matszuka."

Matszuka raised Briana up into a tight embrace, and then the two women connected in a passionate kiss, their tongues hungry for one another.

"Take me up to your room, little Bree, let's make love in the bed of the Mistress of the House."

"Yes, Miss," 'Bree' answered meekly, as Matszuka slid from beneath her and took her by the hand.

The staff would gasp as they saw the two naked women walk from the massage room to the master bedroom, but, truly neither women noticed the eyes upon them, they only had eyes for one another.

The staff would hear noises from that bedroom for the next few hours as Matszuka took her mastery over "Bree" in every way. They were now a couple and there was no mistaking who the dominant partner was in the union, Matszuka harnessed dildo pounding in and out of Bree was enough to denote that.

The next day the world would gasp as it was announced that Briana was now legally joining her assets with that of an Asian mystery woman. In a short time, the whispers of the two being lovers was answered with the two pledging to spend millions to fight bans on same-sex marriages wherever they could.

Matszuka was a shrewd business-person and Janzen International grew into one of the world's leading firms, making the two women rich beyond anyone's wildest imagination.

"That's it my, Bree, cum for me,"

Briana bounced up and down on the short fat dildo of her mistress; it had become her favorite over the past few months.

Matszuka lay on her back and watched "Bree" squeeze her muscles around that wide dildo, knowing how it spread Briana open, causing a powerful orgasm and the ultimate spray of pussy juice across the bed.

Briana came hard for her mistress, feeling the full effect of her experience. With one last howl, the moment was complete and Bree fell aside from on top of her lover and collapsed in a sweaty heap.

Matszuka pulled apart the Velcro of her phallus and dropped it to the floor, pulling the young blonde to her chest as they met in a sexy spoon. Matszuka tenderly stroked the love of her life as Briana fell asleep and Matszuka marveled at the life her work had produced for her. A life which she and her wife, Bree, and their son would live happily ever after.