‘You have got to be joking Dad! You simply can’t be serious! You shouldn’t have invited her around at all.’

‘Trust me, Jake. Just trust me. She’ll do whatever you tell her to do,’ I replied. ‘Just trust me.’

Teenagers. Who’d have them? They’re so much trouble, and always think they’re right. All I wanted was what was best for my Jake though, like any parent, no matter how stroppy he got sometimes. I suppose though I’m not any normal parent.

My name is Russell Kempton. I am Chief Executive and major shareholder in one of the largest multi-national Chemical Corporations in the world. You may have heard of it. Unless at the time your reading this in the future it has gone out of business or been absorbed by another company. It’s called – immodestly enough – Kempton Pharmaceuticals.

I inherited the company from my father, who was also a pharmacist by profession. At that time he had built it up to one chemical factory based in England supplying a number of Chemists throughout the UK. I built it up from there.

Some of this was luck rather than hard work of course. My father had me enrolled at the age of 18 into ‘The Lodge’; an offshoot of the Masons, and a powerful one. We have connections everywhere all over the world, but especially in the US, and it was some such connections in America in the sixties that really caused my business to skyrocket when I took the company over.

The connections were Lodge members in the arms trade who informed me that the CIA and American military were keen to employ a chemical company to manufacture drugs for them for covert military purposes. I was only too happy. Many of the suits in the CIA and government were Lodge members themselves, and they knew a fellow member could be trusted to do everything in secrecy and with discretion. One of those chemicals we manufactured for them plays a big part in the story I’m telling now, but more about that later.

All that you need to know for now is that with these, and my other American contacts, I was able to get massive amounts of business. It was relatively easy to buy the plant facilities, employ workers and managers and buy office space. And over the next thirty years the company simply grew exponentially to the point where it is today. There are now Kempton Pharmaceuticals offices and plants strewn all over the US, as well as offices still in England and the one manufacturing plant I inherited from my father. Most of the board members are American as well, with the exception of myself of course. The company is now apparently looking to expand into China and the oriental market in general. But that’s not really relevant. I’m merely digressing.

I actually don’t have half the input into the company I used to these days. I’m fifty-two years old now as I write this, and have more or less gone into semi-retirement, living back in London with Jake. I still fly to the New York central offices or the Texas offices regularly and get run downs on how business is progressing from the major board members. But for the last seven years I have tried to concentrate on helping Jake, by son, and prepare him for taking over the business eventually.

Jake takes after me a lot. He is brilliant – an IQ of 156 and a MENSA member no less. At the time the events in this story took place Jake had just started his A levels. He did five at the local Comprehensive. I had already arranged him a place at Oxford to study Pharmacology afterwards, confident he would get excellent grades.

I know, I hear you: why on earth would I send him to a state school? Well it was to try and help him integrate and socialise with normal people rather than have the upbringing I had. You see I went to an expensive boys’ Public school – and hated it. I was a geek and hopeless with women for years afterwards as a result, even if I did leave with a good education and a good business head. I wanted Jake to have better; to integrate with others, boys and girls, and to be less insular. His mother died when he was three, and I had to bring him up alone. Well I thought the local Comprehensive would do the trick. Paul McCartney apparently did it with his kids, and they were all apparently successful enough.

It didn’t work though unfortunately. If anything Jake was geekier than I was. Presumably it must be genetic. He is slightly short at around five foot nine, and was painfully thin and skinny back then. He was also spotty and wore glasses that really made the geeky appearance complete. I tried to get him to wear contacts like me, but he wouldn’t. He said he didn’t like fiddling with his eyes, and people should accept him for who he is. Boy he had a lot to learn about people.

I was constantly being called in to talk to teachers at the school about the practical jokes and the bullying. He didn’t seem to have any friends there. I’m sure they would all have been his friend if they knew that Jake Kempton was Russell Kempton’s son, and had a billionaire for a dad. But I don’t like making such things public for security reasons, and made that clear to Jake from the beginning, which he accepted amazingly well all things considered. To them he was simply Jake Kempton, and definitely no-one special.

Jake always had good results academically, and I think in reflection his love of academia was the only thing that’s kept him going there. He got all straight As in his 11 GCSEs. He was expected to do the same in his A levels. But it wasn’t enough it seemed to me for him to be simply good academically and socially inept and lacking confidence. I wanted better for him.

He certainly lacked confidence after the last incident and that was for sure. That was, the incident that sparked my extreme involvement; the worst practical joke of the lot. And until I pressed him Jake wasn’t going to go back to school afterwards at all.

It was all to do with a girl inevitably. Typically for a 16 year old boy with hormones raging he fell for a girl at the school. Her name was Gemma Benton. She was as far out of his reach as you could imagine. She was a year and a half older than him at nearly eighteen, and approaching the end of year thirteen doing a couple of A levels, no doubt to help get her a secretarial job somewhere. She was extremely attractive and popular with all of the boys in the school, but apparently not all that bright. Her boyfriend who was a footballer and training with the local academy to be a professional. His name was John Gillan and he was also a part of the practical joke on my Jake.

I suppose the question in my mind was why on earth did Jake fall for it and think she would be interested in him? Still the brightest of us can be blinded by love or lust for that matter. Suffice to say he most certainly was.

John Gillan and Gemma Benton decided that they would pretend Gemma had the hots for Jake. It was apparently her idea, as she was sick of seeing Jake gooey eyed over her every time she was around. As I found out after, she apparently told John to tell Jake she and John had broken up. Also he was to tell Jake that it was because she fancied him. A couple of her friends agreed to support this separately. And low and behold my gullible boy thinks all his christmases have come at once.

Gemma arranged to meet Jake at her house and he went along. I remember the day well. It was the first evening Jake was dressed in anything other than jeans and a tee shirt. He’d smartened himself up and gone out, after proudly telling me with almost normality that he was going on a date with a girl from school.

It turned out that when she got him to her house she told him how hot he was and how she wanted him desperately, and they would be all alone for the evening. She then took him to her bedroom and told him to take all his clothes off and wait for her and she would be back in five minutes in something sexy. So Jake goes and gets undressed and sits on her bed waiting naked. I know: how could a guy with an IQ of 156 fall for it? But he did sure enough.

Anyway a few minutes later she returns and shouts from outside of the door to check if he’s undressed. He says yes. She then tell him to close his eyes while she walks in and wait to open them; she makes him promise, and my Jake being a dope does just that. But it isn’t just her that walks in, it’s her boyfriend John and two of his mates with a camera. They take pictures of him sitting there, then all have a good laugh at him.

Gemma, who he thinks he is going to get off with, is there making fun of him as well; telling him what a mega-geek he is and asking him how on earth he thinks she would be interested in him. They tell him that the pictures are going to be all around school, which they were. You can understand why he felt the way he did.

I found out some of the detail of this stuff from the Head and the rest from the private detective I set on the case after I decided to do something about Jake’s situation once and for all. Jake came back in tears all upset and didn’t want to talk about it, understandably enough. It took him a day to give me the basics that this girl had played a practical joke on him. The Head arranged for detentions for the kids in question, and confiscation of the photos, at least as far as he knew. But that didn’t help the way that Jake’s confidence had been still further undermined, making him even more reclusive.

So why am I telling you all this? Well, they do say that confession is good for the soul, don’t they? And I suppose what I did after this was morally problematic. I don’t know if it means I am a psychopath, or my son is, or I have made him such. What I do know is it helped him progress into a more confident man, even if like myself morally questionable. I thought that writing it down might give me perspective and see whether I am a bad person. Well let’s see what you think.

I got the idea from some equally morally corrupt board members of my company in the Texas branch. One of them there called Graham Sanderson utilised one of the chemicals I mentioned earlier we developed for the CIA called Agent Aspect or AA on a girl he hired as his secretary called Clare Garner. Another board member who was a friend of his found out and then did the same with his secretary. When it was clearly getting out of hand I flew over and became involved to clarify matters.

The chemical in question basically renders its victim completely open to programming with commands for approximately an hour after introduction. Anything and everything programmed during that time the victim will feel compelled to do afterwards. So of course Graham Sanderson had told his secretary to obey all of his order from that point onwards along with a few other more amusing choice commands she had to obey, and then told her to forget consciously she had been programmed. As a matter of fact many of these ‘choice commands’ – if you are capable of suspending your moral judgement – were actually a stroke of genius. But more of that later.

By the time I flew over and got involved it was too far along for the cat to be put back into the bag. So never one to shirk a business opportunity I decided if we were going to do it we were going to do it properly. I suggested that we could offer AA with a package of programming to any Lodge member (because they could be trusted, and incidentally I insist on all my board members being Lodge members also) who wished to programme someone, and I suggested for female victims this could involve three levels. One would be regular for a fee of $10,000, just involving the victim being told to obey all of the orders of the individual paying for the service. The second advanced level for $50,000, would involve the more detailed commands based on those Graham Sanderson had invented, with specific variations suggested by the purchaser if necessary. The third deluxe level for $100,000 would involve the second plus physical enhancements such as breast enlargement, liposuction and some pretty cunning implants – but that’s another story.

This went down well and was a neat solution to a problem that was getting out of hand – that has also incidentally made money in the process. Several Lodge members from different countries including some well known politicians have purchased one of the packages since.

Well it was shortly after all of this took place in Texas that my Jake had this last practical joke played on him, and admittedly slightly angry with this girl I decided upon a plan to assist Jake take some revenge, as well as boost his confidence and achieve a few life milestones. I decided to use AA on this Gemma Benton along with a variation of what’s recently become known in the firm as the Sanderson Programming; that’s the content I mentioned earlier to be a stroke of genius.

This was all surprisingly easy. I found out from my Private Detective that Gemma was looking for a part time job to give her some spending money during her A levels. So basically I asked my Private eye to try to work it so that I could interview her. He somehow managed to arrange it for the girl to be offered a post as a part time office clerk for Kempton Pharmaceuticals and sent her a letter inviting her to interview.

I rented three rooms on an industrial estate for the interview in a quite isolated location, and fitted out the offices myself. I didn’t want to do anything on my official premises, preferring somewhere isolated where her noise wouldn’t be heard if she kicked up a fuss and where there would be minimal witnesses in case anything went wrong later.

The three offices involved one outer office area, where I had my secretary, Dawn, situated, and two other offices breaking off from this. The smallest of these was my ‘programming room’, in which were simply two chairs and my programming script. The other was to be my ‘interview room’ where the real action was to take place and the AA would be introduced to the girl.

Originally AA was designed to be introduced by a subcutaneous injection. However I refined it once we started using it for our own nefarious ends so that it could be introduced in other forms. In this case I used a form that could be introduced through respiration. This involved gas canisters containing AA that would release it in a breathable form, which were situated in the room under the desk and initiated by a remote control. I also arranged so that the door of the room automatically locked when the AA was released so the girl would not be escaping before it took effect, and for it to have an hermetic seal to prevent leakage. Air cleansers were then fitted to the air extraction system, which would allow the AA to be removed when the process was completed.

I’m proud to say I did this all myself. I am, as you might imagine, quite competent at such arrangements, if a little paranoid about the technology involved. I’m not overly trusting of technology that doesn’t centre upon controllable chemical reactions in a laboratory normally. For those of you thinking I’m a little psychopathic, I like to think that going to this extreme despite my fears is illustrative of my commitment to my son.

Anyway, returning to the story, Gemma attended the interview on a Friday morning bang on time. I waited in the AA room which of course was to be the ‘interview room’. When Gemma arrived my secretary informed me over the intercom she was waiting, and I checked to ensure that the gas canisters were ready and all the equipment in working order before I invited her in – for the third time I might add, to illustrate how paranoid I am about electronic technology.

I then invited her in.

Instantly she walked in I understood more how Jake as a hormonally normal sixteen year old had fallen for her. Although she wasn’t perfect Gemma Benton was extremely attractive. She was quite tall, I would guess around five foot tenish in her bare feet, and quite stockily built, but in a curvaceous kind of a way. She had shoulder length straightened blond hair that looked bleached, and a pretty face with big blue eyes and full lips. I noticed immediately she had extremely large breasts, bulging clearly even through the black jacket of the suit she wore. I guessed they were double E, and later found out that they were 38EE, very nicely developed for a seventeen year old.

Her waist was slightly chunky, but not overly so, possibly thirty inches or a little more, but her wide hips made up for this, as did what I could see when she turned was a full protruding bubble bottom. The overall effect was to give her a clear hourglass figure, just the kind of girl an adolescent boy knocking on the door of manhood would go for.

‘Hello, my name is Russell Kempton,’ I said reaching out and shaking a remarkably delicate hand for such a big girl.

‘Hi. I’m Gemma,’ she replied, smiling.

‘Please sit down,’ I said seating myself. ‘I believe you know my son, Jake,’ I said watching in amusement her reaction as I fiddled with some papers. Instantly her eyes widened and she blushed slightly.

‘Erm, you mean Jake at school,’ she replied rather shocked.

‘Yes. You both go to Northlands Comprehensive don’t you. Unfortunately Jake has been having some troubles there though recently.’

‘Err. Yes, I heard he was having, err, difficulties. I don’t know what it was all about though,’ she lied.

‘No?’ I said with a telling look. I quickly changed the subject before she got too nervous and walked out. ‘Well that’s life I suppose. Before we begin let me go and get you a glass of water.’ As I said this I rose and made my way to the door behind her.

‘That’ll be okay Mr Kempton,’ she replied shakily, almost as though guessing instinctively that something was wrong.

‘No, no. I insist,’ I said quickly leaving the room and closing the door.

Once outside I switched on the monitor on my secretary’s desk which gave me a view of the room Gemma was in, and then seated myself next to Dawn. Before you ask, yes, Dawn is also a victim of AA. Actually she’s a level three victim, as she has also had surgery done to enhance her figure; double E breasts, a pinched waist, and a full bubble butt, and some interesting stimulation implants. But I’m digressing again.

Once I had seated myself, without further hesitation I pressed the button on my remote control hand set and immediately I heard the click from the door lock and hermetic seal. Watching on the monitor I saw Gemma briefly look around at the door curiously and then with equal curiosity at the desk in front of her. I knew that this was because she could hear the hiss from the dischargers on the gas canisters which were now filling the atmosphere in there with AA. She stood and then bent over to look under the desk to where the canisters were situated, discharging their poison – in the process giving me quite a nice look at her bubble bottom which appeared invitingly spankable. This was something that would fit into my future plans quite nicely.

I then saw her rise with a look of confusion and horror on her pretty face as she realised at least the basic fundamentals of what was happening, before she ran for the door. I heard her grabbing the handle and desperately trying to open it, even as I watched her with my chin on my hand in the monitor.

She then started to bang on the door and I heard her shouting, ‘Mr Kempton let me out! Let me out now! I’ll have the law on you. Let me out!’

Naturally I completely ignored her. In fact I have to admit I was quite enjoying watching her helplessly and hopelessly struggling to leave, with every breath inhaling the chemical that was going to assist my son’s sweet revenge on her.

After approximately 30 seconds her struggles ceased. She moved away from the door, looking dizzy and holding her head as though confused. After another twenty I could see her stood stock still, her arms by her sides, staring straight ahead catatonically. A sure sign that the AA had now fully kicked in.

I gave her another minute in there inhaling the gas still more before I hit the button to extract. The process took approximately ten minutes and I had the air tested through a computer sensor before I opened the door, which showed it to be now clean. I then pressed the button on my control that broke the hermetic seal and unlocked the door lock and walked over and opened it up. I kept my distance though opening it up at arm’s length. Whatever the sensor might say I still had more than a slight distrust of it. I think in reflection that this was the reason I had an entirely separate third room for programming.

I then spoke to her, a handkerchief uselessly over my mouth to attempt to protect myself from whatever leftover fumes had challenged the technology – my little Howard Hughes moment. I then said to her through the handkerchief, ‘Come out of the room Gemma and follow me.’

The girl walked out, her eyes staring straight ahead and a blank expression on her pretty face. I opened the door to my ‘programming room’ and entered and Gemma meekly followed.

‘Sit down here Gemma,’ I said pointing at the first chair and closing the door behind us.

The girl looked in the direction I indicated and then walked to the chair and seated herself, before continuing a blank stare at the wall directly in front of her.

‘Excellent,’ I said to myself as I picked up my programming script from the other chair, seated myself down and made myself comfortable.

Please feel free to skip the next parts of my story if they bore you, however I can’t help feeling like I want to go into some detail about the programming. For one thing it will help you understand why Gemma behaved the way she did later. But also I think I need to because I enjoyed it at the time and still enjoy thinking about it. This girl had humiliated my only son after all. Ensuring a detailed humiliation for her was something I relished.

I have to admit as I write part of me is hoping seeing it on the page might make me feel guilty. Up to now though it isn’t, in fact it’s actually making me quite aroused. So anyway – the programming.

I first commenced by ensuring I had the girl’s attention and she understood me.

‘Now Gemma,’ I commenced. ‘Can you hear me clearly and do you understand what I am saying?’

‘Yes,’ Gemma replied.

‘Now I want you to listen carefully to everything I am about to tell you Gemma. You will act upon every instruction I am about to give you at all times after this meeting and will be unable to do otherwise no matter how much you might attempt to do so. Do you understand me so far?’

‘Yes,’ came the simple reply again.

‘Good. Now from this point onwards every command or instruction that either I or my son, Jake, give you, you will obey. You will obey them no matter how embarrassing or humiliating the command or instruction may be. In fact if the command is embarrassing or humiliating you will find yourself becoming correspondingly sexually aroused by it. You will be still more aroused by the act of obeying it. The more embarrassing or humiliating the instruction is, the more sexually arousing you will find it, and the more sexually arousing you will find obeying it to be. Do you understand?’

‘Yes,’ came the simply expressionless response again.

‘Additionally from this point on you will respond in the following way to anyone attempting to sexually molest you or in any way sexually abuse you. You will be unable to report them to anyone in any way no matter how much you might try and you will be unable to call out for help or in any other way alert anyone else to what is happening. In fact you will go out of your way to defend them and deny what they do to any third party if necessary. You will be unable to rebuke them for their behaviour in any way, nor will you be able to ask them to desist. In fact when you attempt to do so you will find yourself instead smile at them and say “thank-you” each time you attempt to speak.

‘When they touch you, if you feel the urge to stop them either by moving away or by removing their hand you will be unable to do so. Instead you will find yourself stand on the spot with your legs perfectly straight, parted shoulder width apart and your toes pointed in, and put your hands on the back of your head with your fingers interlocked, and thrust out your bottom and chest. You will be unable to move from this position for as long as they molest you or as long as you attempt to resist them. In fact each time you make any such effort to resist you will find yourself instead readjusting your footing and thrusting out your bottom and chest with more emphasis and to greater effect. Do you understand these instructions?’

‘Yes,’ came the robotic response, however her brow was slightly furrowed. This was common as victims often recognise an unpleasant command for what it is, however the AA works on such a deep level that it prevents resistance. Ignoring her I therefore simply continued.

‘Also as you find any such situations embarrassing or humiliating you will find yourself feeling correspondingly sexually aroused. The more embarrassing or humiliating the situation in which you are molested or abused the more aroused you will find you become. If it continues for some time you will finally become so aroused that you reach an orgasm. Do you understand?’

‘Yes,’ came the reply, though again she looked somewhat unhappy on some level of her consciousness with the nature of the commands.

Most of this had followed the standard Sanderson Programming word for word. Now that it was in place I decided to add some variations of my own for my son’s delectation.

‘When you are being molested if the molester starts to undress you, you will hold position and allow him to do so except where there is a need for you to assist him. For example if you are wearing a top without buttons that needs to come over your head when he comes to lift it up you will automatically take your hands from your head and hold them up to allow it to be removed. If you are wearing a button up blouse top when he attempts to slip it over your shoulders you will remove your hands from your head and put them by your sides and slightly behind you in order to allow the clothing to fall to the floor. If he is trying to remove your bra then when he comes to attempt to remove the straps from your shoulders you will again drop your arms to your sides, but slightly to the front. When the item has been removed you will then replace your hands on you head and resume your original position. Similarly if your molester attempts to remove your skirt or trousers or panties you will put your legs together so that the item can easily drop to your ankles, and when it does you will step out of it before resuming your original position – with your feet shoulder width apart, your legs perfectly straight, and your bottom and breasts thrust out to best effect. Do you understand?

Gemma shook slightly however again answered, ‘yes,’ supinely.

‘Next, Gemma, when anyone attempts to kiss you from now on you will automatically respond by kissing them back passionately and holding them passionately whilst they kiss you for as long as they choose to do so. Do you understand?’

Again Gemma responded with a yes.

‘If a male mentions oral sex and either says directly he wants you to give him oral sex or hints at such, you will feel an uncontrollable urge to do so immediately. This will be so intense that you will approach him and ask his permission to give him oral sex, and if he gives such permission you will enthusiastically give him the best oral sex you possibly can. You will automatically allow him to ejaculate in your mouth upon climax unless he tells you otherwise. When he does so you will keep his penis in your mouth until he has finished coming, suckle out all of the remaining come, and when you are satisfied you have done so you will look up at him in the eyes. You will then open your mouth to show him his load, before closing it again and swallowing the come. When you have swallowed it you will then politely say “thank you” to him. Ensure you maintain eye contact with him throughout this. Do you understand?’

Gemma again said, ‘yes,’ but with a slight look of disgust on her face.

‘Additionally you will be unable to resist anyone who propositions you for sex. You will be agreeable to have sex with any man or woman from this point on who attempts to seduce you no matter who it is. When a man is having sex with you, you will respond in the following way every time unless instructed otherwise. If you are in a missionary position you will lift up your knees as high as you can and spread you legs as wide as you can making yourself as accessible as possible. You will also put your arms around his shoulders and clutch at him. You will then continue to do this throughout the period you are fucked. Whilst being fucked you will speak to the man and continuously repeat the following phrases randomly: “Use me,”, “Take me,” “Use me like a slut, that’s how I like it.” “That’s it, take me and use me.” “Teach me my place.” “That’s it, treat me like the slut that I am.”

Each time you climax you will say repeatedly whilst you come, “I submit myself to you.” You will add the man’s name to this phrase also, if you are aware of it. You will also clutch at him tighter whilst doing so if you are face to face. When he is about to come you will again clutch at him tighter if face to face, and you will say as he goes into his orgasm: “That’s it, come inside me and treat me like the slut that I am.” You will then also climax as he does. So, Gemma, do you understand?’

Gemma’ head was more furrowed this time, and she shook slightly, uselessly resisting the compulsion of the AA, before simply again saying ‘yes’ meekly.

‘There are three last things for you to remember, Gemma. You will under no circumstances attempt to either directly or indirectly alert anyone that there is anything different about you. You will make excuses and provide plausible explanations for any changes in your behaviour you or anyone else notices. Secondly you will under no circumstances cry when humiliated or embarrassed, or when you experience pain. You may get angry or frustrated and express this in whatever petulant manner you choose at the time, but you will not ever cry. Thirdly, you will come to my house at the address I will leave with you tonight at seven o’clock. You will wear tightly fitting waist high black trousers, four inch stiletto heeled shoes and a tightly fitting blouse that defines your breasts to best effect, with sexy lacy underwear underneath. Have the blouse tucked into the trousers and make sure that both the trousers and blouse fit you so tightly that they define your figure perfectly. If you have none suitable then go out and buy some. You will also wear red lipstick and nail varnish and be generally nicely made up attractively. Do you understand all of these instructions or do you need any repeating?’

‘Yes. I understand them all,’ came the reply from again now expressionless girl.

‘Excellent,’ I said, fully satisfied. ‘You will now leave and go home and come back at the agreed time tonight. You will not remember the events of this afternoon consciously other than you attended my office and we discussed you becoming a part time clerk, and arranged for you to come to my house this evening to discuss it further. But you will unconsciously obey all of the instructions and commands I have given you. So finally, Gemma, do you understand?’

‘Yes,’ came the response.

‘Good,’ I said feeling very satisfied. ‘Then pick up you belongings and go home and sleep for an hour. Don’t talk to anyone on the way home. Here’s a card with my address on it.’

‘You simply can not be serious, dad. This is just crazy. What do you mean, she’ll do whatever I tell her to do?’

As I said the programming part was easy. Getting Jake to do what I wanted was the difficult bit. I couldn’t tell him verbatim about AA and how it had been used on Gemma for a couple of reasons. Firstly as a Lodge member I had sworn an oath not to breach any secrets held by members that might detrimentally affect them – not even to my own son. Secondly, however, I wanted Jake to discover his power over the girl on his own. I wanted it to be a surprise for him that might make him feel empowered personally in the discovery – and also I suspected that if I came right out with it he might freak.

The advantage I had was that Jake trusted me implicitly. Even though what I was suggesting to him seemed outlandish I therefore felt certain if I emphasised it enough he would believe me.

‘Look at me, Jake.’ I said, stopping him and holding him by the shoulders as he was about to leave. ‘Look at me. You’ve trusted me all your life. Have I ever let you down?’

‘Well. No. You know you haven’t.’

‘Okay. Then just talk to her. She’s an extremely attractive girl and one that I am telling you will do whatever you tell her to. Please don’t ask me why, because I can’t tell you, but she will. Trust me. Remember – whatever you tell her to do. Alright?’

Jake sighed and thought for a moment. I could see he was curious about what was going on or how Gemma was likely to do whatever he told her to in the way I was describing. He’s a smart kid, and although I’ve obviously not told him anything about the more secret areas of my work he has said things in the past suggestive that he suspects all I do is not simply above board.

‘Alright,’ he said.

‘Good boy,’ I said. ‘Now go get changed and smarten yourself up.’

Jake sighed again and then left the room.

An hour later there was a knock on the door. It was exactly seven.

‘Jake!’ I shouted. There was initially no answer. Another knock on the door. ‘Jake, get down here now!’ I shouted again. Jake came slowly down the stairs just after I shouted the second time, looking every bit the sullen teenager. He had not changed, and was still dressed in a dirty pair of jeans and a tee shirt as he had when we had spoken earlier. ‘Well that’s no matter’ I thought to myself.

‘Go into the office, Jake,’ I said indicating to my office area. Jake begrudgingly obliged with a tut, and I went to the door just as Gemma was knocking again and I opened to let her in.

‘Please come in,’ I said.

‘Hi. Thanks,’ Gemma said smiling and entering.

I took her coat and put it on a hanger and then directed Gemma towards my office. As she walked past me and then in front I allowed myself to have a good perusal of her appearance. She had obeyed my instructions about presentation to the letter, in fact if anything better, and looked gorgeous. She had on full make up which emphasised her beauty delightfully. Her eyes seemed even larger emphasised by blue eye shadow, and her lips fuller emphasised by garish red lipstick.

The black trousers she wore were thin and skin tight, almost more like leggings than trousers, with the thong line clearly visible. I could see the delicious curve of her hips and bum from her thighs to her waist, and as she walked I noticed that you could occasionally see the large bum cheeks wobble. ‘Spankable indeed,’ I thought to myself.

Her blouse was similarly clingy almost appearing a size too small, and defined her full large breasts perfectly, the buttons on it appearing to strain slightly over the boobs. As planned the overall affect defined the hourglass of her figure to perfection, and this was made complete by the four inch heels she teetered in on, which caused her to bend her knees slightly and concave her back, throwing out her bum and breasts to best effect. It was all a clear indication that the AA had worked completely, as she must have had some hint when dressing like this that it was slightly inappropriate. She even appeared to blush and look slightly puzzled briefly when she caught me looking her over, which appeared to confirm my suspicion.

As we walked into the office Jake was stood over by my desk. I noticed his eyes open wide and almost pop out of their sockets when he saw Gemma’s appearance. I glanced at Gemma, and noted that she had also noticed Jake’s reaction, and blushed still more, now looking slightly exasperated. I read this as a further indication that she was perturbed as to why she had dressed and made herself up in such a provocative manner.

‘Come and sit down over here Gemma,’ I said indicating the chair facing my desk. ‘You know Jake, don’t you?’

‘Errr. Yes. Hi, Jake,’ Gemma said uneasily to Jake with a pretension of pleasantness.

‘I just need to get some papers before we talk any further about the job, Gemma. Jake, you stay and entertain Gemma whilst I fetch them I’ll be back in a minute. Just stay here, Gemma, I won’t be long.’

With that I made for the door, indicating to Jake from behind her to talk to Gemma whilst I was gone, and trying again to mouth to him that she would do anything he told her to do.

When I left I made straight for an adjacent office that I had set up just for the purpose. Dawn was in there waiting for me as I had instructed her to, as were a bank of surveillance monitors linked to CCTV cameras and microphones I had placed around the room to monitor proceedings. I know, it seems voyeuristic, but I had gone to a lot of trouble and wanted to make sure nothing went wrong.

I sat down and began to watch. At first it was quite painful, as it simply involved Gemma sitting looking around and appearing extremely uncomfortable, and Jake staring at her almost with his tongue hanging out. It was Gemma who broke the silence. She looked over her shoulder to check the door was closed and I wasn’t in ear shot before speaking.

‘Why are you staring at me like that, Jake?’ she said in a rather superior and patronising tone and looking away to the opposite wall completely ignoring him.

‘I ... I was simply thinking that you look extremely attractive tonight, Gemma, that was all,’ Jake replied, with a rather geekish leer on his face.

‘I know what I look like, thank you Jake,’ Gemma replied shooting him a derisive glance. ‘And I’d appreciate it if now that you do as well you could spend less time doing so. In fact why don’t you just go away? I’m here to try to get a job with your dad, not socialise with Mr Geeksville UK.’

Jake’s face visibly dropped. He looked betrayed; a mixture of puzzlement, hurt and anger. But he hadn’t told her to do anything, what did he expect? Presumably he thought she had somehow been paid to be nice to him and this was what I’d meant. Either way after pausing a moment he made for the door.

‘Jake wait,’ Gemma suddenly said, and he paused and looked around. ‘If you say anything to your dad that spoils my chances of getting this job, be warned. I still have copies of those pictures and they could find their way onto the internet, understand?’

Jake looked even more betrayed and annoyed. ‘Okay,’ he said.

‘There’s a good little geeky boy,’ Gemma said mockingly, as he turned for the door and exited.

‘Damn it!’ I exclaimed rising from the consol. I was furious. I quickly made my way out of the room and caught Jake exiting. Before he could run away I caught him by the arm and led him into our lounge area nearby.

‘Jake look. I don’t know what just happened in there but I was not lying,’

‘Well that’s strange, cos she just blew me off – again. And you said she would be here to do what I asked? I will never trust you again, dad.’

‘Son, listen to me. I didn’t say she was going to do what you asked or be willingly nice to you. I said she would do whatever you tell her. And she will. Go back in and try.’

‘What? After what just happened? You’ve got to be joking.’

‘Jake listen and trust me. Go back in and tell her to do something small to test whether what I am telling you is true. And don’t ask her, tell her. Say for example “go over and look at yourself in the mirror” just to try it out. If she does and you feel confident then try something else, like – I don’t know – “carry on looking in the mirror” when she tries to stop.

‘I guarantee you she will do whatever you tell her. If at that point you feel confident enough try patting her on the backside and see what happens. I swear to you that you will get a surprise, and it will be a pleasant one. After that, well, I leave it to your imagination.’

Jake looked at me puzzled and slightly aghast. But he was smart enough to know I must have done something to be so confident with him to do such things, and as they were initially at least small experimental instructions I could see he was intrigued enough to be contemplating having a go. But he still shook his head and said, ‘I don’t know, dad,’ uncertainly.

‘Yes you do, Jake. Carpe deum. Now get back in there,’ and with that I guided him to the door and watched him go through before quickly returning to my monitoring room.

Once in I sat down and watched with bated breath. Jake had entered and closed the door and walked over to the desk where Gemma was seated with a look of contemplation rubbing his chin as though making up his mind. In retrospect I think it was Gemma’s next reaction that made up his mind for him.

‘Why are you here again, Geeko? Will you just go away?’

I looked at a different camera angle so I could see Jake’s face, and it had visibly changed from uncertainty to resoluteness. He then spoke, and I was pleasantly surprised to hear his voice sounding firm and assertive.

‘Go over and look at your face closely in the mirror over there, Gemma,’ Jake said, indicating a mirror on the side wall of my office, situated over a small coffee table and two chairs standing underneath.

‘What? What are you talking about?’ Gemma said as she rose and walked to the mirror. She didn’t say anything else as she obviously was slightly surprised that she was doing what he had just told her to do so abjectly. Once as close to the mirror as she could get – around three feet away due to the coffee table blocking her – she then leaned over and looked at herself with her face close to the mirror. She then rose and turned away, looking slightly shocked and blushing and looking like she was searching for something to say to explain why she had just done what Jake had told her to.

‘Turn and face the mirror, lean over and look at yourself closely again, Gemma,’ Jake said before she could say anything more.

‘Why should I do that,’ Gemma said as she turned to face the mirror again. She leaned over until her face was close to the mirror and looked at herself again anyway.

‘Keep doing it,’ Jake said, before Gemma could rise or move away, now clearly feeling emboldened. The look of pleasant surprise on his grinning face indicated this also. Gemma compliantly froze in position staring at the look of confusion on her blushing face in the mirror.

‘What’s going on?’ Gemma said, with a sound of fear and confusion in her voice as Jake walked over to her left.

‘Other than the fact that you seem to be doing what I ask I don’t know myself,’ Jake honestly replied.

Gemma’s bum had not gone unnoticed to Jake. Standing as she was three feet away from the mirror, and being forced to bend with her legs straight because of the coffee table to get her face close up to it, her bum was an inviting target even if I hadn’t prompted Jake to give it a pat. In actual fact he did more than that; I suppose a sign of the level of trust he has in me really that he did. After enjoying the view of it for a few seconds in the tight black trousers he simply placed his right hand on the left cheek and slowly began stroking it.

Instantly in response Gemma moved her feet shoulder width apart where she stood, placed her hands on the back of her head with her fingers interlocked, and concaved her back down, thrusting out her backside and breasts. As she was forced to remain bent over by being told to look at herself close to the mirror her arse was now thrust out as though presented for a spanking. Jake now fully emboldened did not miss the opportunity – obviously his father’s son – and standing to her immediate left lifted his hand up and delivered a firm slap to the cheek he had just been feeling.

He looked to see if Gemma would respond. She did, but only to replant her feet on the spot and thrust out her large backside and tits to better effect. She then smiled and politely, though with a slightly wavery voice, said ‘thank you.’

Jake sniggered and shook his head in surprise, his hand still stroking the left cheek he had just slapped. He then began to speak, with a slightly amused ironic tone. ‘You really are a very naughty girl, Gemma. You know that don’t you?’ As he said this he raised the hand again and this time slapped the jutting right cheek, but this time slightly harder. It visibly bounced and wobbled under the force of the slap and as before Jake then smoothed his hand over it. Gemma shook slightly – which from experience of AA I knew to be a sign of her uselessly fighting the programming – but did not move from the position, before she again then replanted her feet and thrust out her arse and tits and said, ‘thank you.’

I had no doubt Jake was probably going dizzy with satisfaction at all this. I looked at the monitor covering the camera at the right side of Gemma. Jake was enjoying feeling her jutting right arse cheek with relish, but then I noticed his vision move over to her crotch. His eyes widened and his smile broadened. From a camera from behind her I could see why, as with her legs spread and her backside thrust out in the tight stretchy trousers the mound line of her pussy was clearly visible.

I glanced over at the nearest camera to Gemma’s face. She was blushing intensely and breathing quickly. For me the central cruel twist to Sanderson Programming dreamt up by the man’s twisted little mind is the way it links embarrassment and humiliation to sexual arousal. The more embarrassing or humiliating an experience, the more sexually arousing. I had no doubt Gemma right now was feeling well embarrassed and humiliated. This meant that she would be extremely aroused. If Jake did what it looked like he was thinking of doing he might well get an extra special surprise.

Sure enough he did. He moved his hand over from the right cheek he had been stroking to the crack of the jutting bubble butt. Then watching Gemma’s reaction – no doubt because he expected this to be the limit of her bizarre compliance – he slowly began to slip his hand down the crack of her arse towards her pussy.

Gemma responded by yet again readjusting her feet, thrusting out her arse and tits, and saying, ‘thank you’. Once Jake’s hand was on Gemma’s pussy mound I saw from the rear view camera Jake begin to use his middle fingers to rub the area of her crack up and down.

I heard Gemma moan, and looked to the view of her face, which now appeared flushed even redder. Gemma’s body then briefly shook in what appeared to be an indication of further useless resistance, before she readjusted her feet and thrust out her arse and tits one last time. Her eyes then opened wider as the look of fear and confusion now turned to one of utter horror. I smiled cruelly to myself at this. ‘That’s done the trick,’ I thought to myself.

I then saw her lip quiver as she tried to speak. She said, ‘Oh! ... Jake! ... Thank you! Ohhhh!’ With this her eyes semi-closed as an orgasm overwhelmed her. She began to moan, ‘Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!’ and as she did her peach arse pumped in an out in unison, rubbing her pussy against Jake’s obliging fingers. He had a look of shock and surprise on his face, but kept his hand pressed against the pussy mound as Gemma obligingly rubbed it against him.

At this point I decided to adjourn their proceedings. His further ministrations would be better suited to a bedroom, so grabbing some papers as a prop I ran for the office door. Once there I made sufficient noise to show I was re-entering and gave them time to sort themselves out. When I entered Jake was stood attempting to look nonchalant with his hands in his pockets, but with a big cheesy grin. Gemma was looking at herself closely in the mirror, appearing to try to brush down her hair. Following her programming she was attempting to hide anything had been happening, however despite her best efforts she still looked quite flushed and out of breath.

Jake looked to her nervously, and then apparently recognising she could not move from the mirror until he told her, he quietly said to her, ‘you can move away now.’ She therefore did just that, turning to me and attempting to smile and pretend everything was fine and nothing was wrong, smoothing down her clothing.

Jake was standing by her side, still with a big cheesy grin on his face, but looking at Gemma in a rather surprised manner. He appeared to have expected her to at least complain and behave as though she were not well pleased, or act as though things had gone the way they were intended. Instead she continued to behave according to her programming and attempted to cover up the fact that she had just been molested and ensure the protection of the molester.

‘Is everything alright, Gemma,’ I said pretending to notice her flushed expression and breathlessness with a note of concern. ‘You’re not feeling ill or anything are you? Jake’s been treating you well hasn’t he?’

‘Yes. Yes. Everything’s fine. Jake’s been just great. There’s nothing wrong at all. I’m just feeling a little hot,’ Gemma said with a strained and pained smile.

‘Good,’ I said shooting Jake a knowing glance, who stared back still with the cheesy grin, and a look that said “how are you doing this?”

‘Well I’ve managed to find some of the papers related to the job I wanted to discuss with you, Gemma, but not all of them,’ I continued. ‘I’m determined to find them all before we have our discussion. Jake, perhaps whilst I continue looking you could continue to entertain our guest? Why don’t you take her up and show her your room?’

‘No! I’m fine here, Mr Kempton,’ Gemma quickly said in a flustered manner.

‘Now, now, Gemma,’ I replied. ‘I may be some time and you’ll both be bored stuck in here. Jake has lots of interesting games and books in his room for you to discuss whilst I search.’

‘Oh, I’m okay,’ Gemma said with another forced smile and a wary glance to her side at Jake. ‘I really am. And anyway,’ she said looking at her watch. ‘I have just realised that I told my mum I would be home for seven and forgot. I think I’d better go now.’

‘Phone her on your mobile and tell her you’ll be late back tonight then,’ I replied. ‘You should go and get it from your coat and do it now before she misses you.’

‘Oh I think that I would be better going instead,’ Gemma said walking to the office door. I followed and she went to her coat hung in the hall and instead of putting it on got her mobile and made a call. Jake had followed me and was also watching.

‘Oh, hi mum. Listen, I’m going to be late back tonight. Don’t worry everything is fine. Yes. Yes. Fine. Bye then.’

She then hung up with a bizarrely confused look on her face and put the mobile back.

I took a deep breath and smiled at Jake before I spoke and gave him a wink. I then said to Gemma, ‘Now I’m afraid I must insist, Gemma. Follow Jake up to his room whilst I continue to search for the papers to discuss with you. Now off you go, Jake,’ I said.

I could see Jake’s crotch was bulging and he didn’t need telling twice. He set off out of up the stairs at a quick pace, and helplessly Gemma went after him, trotting along on her enormous heels attempting to keep up, her arms at her sides and hands out at ninety degrees to balance herself from falling, her tits bouncing in the skin tight blouse, her protruding full bum cheeks jiggling in the skin tight trousers. I was almost envious. Still I would get to watch, and I had some plans of my own formulating for her for tomorrow.

As soon as they both were hurrying up the stairs I hurried with equal rapidity back to my monitoring room. Oh yes. I had cameras in Jake’s room as well. Why? Well I wasn’t going to leave anything to chance. One way or another the girl was going to be his and that was that. I wanted to make sure she didn’t use some ruse to get away from him without me knowing. That’s my excuse anyway. Then again, perhaps I am a control freak.

I made myself comfortable and instructed Dawn to switch the monitors from the office to Jake’s room. I then sat down to watch the show. The bank of monitors now showed several views of Jake’s empty room. As I watched the view of the door from the left side it suddenly burst open inwards, and Jake came walking in briskly, quite clearly out of breath. For a lad his age this probably wasn’t from the exercise of a walk up the stairs.

He held the door open, and Gemma nervously teetered in on her heels wringing her hands before her in evident concern.

‘Come in and take a look around,’ Jake said making his way to the centre of the room. Gemma had stopped just after entering, doing the minimal necessary to obey the compulsion of the command go there. Now compelled to enter further Gemma teetered in to the centre of the room around a couple of feet from where Jake was stood and looked around.

Jake’s room was in ways typical of a teenager’s room. Games and books sat on book shelves on one wall and a TV on a desk on the other. Instead of pictures of bands on the walls, though, Jake had a picture of Albert Einstein sticking out his tongue next to a periodic table.

‘Very nice,’ Gemma said before turning back the way she had come. ‘But I think I’d sooner wait for your dad in the office.’ She then made to walk out the still open door. Before she had walked more than a pace, though, Jake ran for the door, slammed it shut and stood in front of it to block her exit.

Gemma stopped a couple of feet from Jake, at first with a look of fear on her face. She then took a deep breath and her expression changed to that of someone attempting to swallow their fear and be assertive.

‘Jake, get out of my way,’ she said.

I looked at the camera angle which showed Jake’s face. Jake looked slightly concerned.

‘I’m willing to forget what just happened down stairs,’ she said.

Willing to forget it? Can you imagine the gall of the girl? I bet she didn’t half want to forget it! ‘Come on, Jake,’ I said to myself. ‘Don’t let her out. She trying to bluff you.’

Having said that she wouldn’t have got very far even if he had let her out of course. Whether you think I’m a pervert or not this was the central reason for my voyeurism of the situation; so I could intervene if I had to. If he let her out it would have just meant that I would have had to be a bit more pro-active: like catching her at the bottom of the stairs before she could leave, telling her to walk back up to Jake’s room, take all her clothes off on the way, and walk in, and kneel down and beg him to fuck her – for example. There was no way the girl was leaving without letting my son have his way. As it happened such radical intervention wasn’t called for.

She continued, ‘Will you please move out of my way?’

Jake looked ponderous for a few seconds. He briefly glancing at the girl’s tits and then glanced down further to her crotch.

I don’t know why it is that women always think that they would look better with a flat, washboard stomach. From my point of view, and I think most men, a slight curve of soft fattiness over the lower abdomen is extremely attractive on a woman. Perhaps it’s a primordial thing; that such a slight soft curve is indicative of a fertile womb underneath. Anyway, Gemma had such a soft curve over her lower abdomen, and in the skin tight waist high trousers it was clearly visible, rolling down to her crotch in a beautiful smooth arc to the equally smooth line of her pussy, and it was framed perfectly by her upper thighs and the line of her thong. It was the first thing that my eyes were drawn to when she walked through the door before her tits if I’m honest.

Anyway, after a glance at this Jake looked like he had made up his mind. Like I said, he’s a smart kit, and after the compliant way she spoke to her mum to say she was going to be late home and went out of her way not to report his behaviour to either me or her mum he’d probably realised he could get away with anything. Anyway, suffice to say that without further discussion he boldly stretched out his right hand and placed it on her crotch.

Gemma looked like she had anticipated the move, and managed briefly to react by taking half a step back with her left leg and moving her hands a few inches to her crotch. This was only a fraction of a second, though, before the programming kicked in, and she stepped forward again, opened her legs shoulder width apart, pointed her toes in, put her hands on the back of her head, and thrust out her tits and arse. She then smiled and said, ‘thank you.’

Jake grinning again to see that she had responded the same way began to move his hand on her crotch. I zoomed the side view camera in and I could see he had taken advantage of her legs being now better parted to move his middle fingers under her pussy. He was again massaging the area. Looking at an image of Gemma I could see her eyes had widened in shock and bewilderment at her behaviour, and she was now crimson. She then shook again minutely, before replanting her feet and thrusting out her arse and tits more fully.

This caused the tits to jiggle, and the fact did not go unnoticed on Jake. He therefore let go of her crotch and put both hands on the two ripe double EEs and began to massage them. He made a really funny picture with his eyes half closed with adolescent ecstasy and his tongue out, moaning with satisfaction. ‘That’s my boy,’ I said proudly. Gemma compliantly responded by again replanting her feet before thrusting out the enormous tits against Jake’s groping hands. An ‘Ohhh’ noise that sounded like a mixture of horror and arousal slipped through her lips after this. Undoubtedly the combination of the molestation and the humiliation were forcing her body to an intense state of arousal.

To my great satisfaction Jake steadily became more confident, and after rubbing the girl’s gorgeous tits for a few minutes and enjoying her every so often compliantly sticking them out more fully against his hands, he stopped and began to unbutton the blouse. I could see from a view immediately above and to the left of them the taught material of the blouse readily coming apart to reveal a lacy bra that offered next to no protection to the lovely content. The nipples were clearly visible and stood out budding massively in her arousal.

Once unbuttoned Jake pulled the blouse out of Gemma’s tight trousers. He then took hold of each side at the top, and before he could tell her to drop her arms so he could remove it she compliantly did so, with her hands out back as she had been instructed. She again looked horrified at what she was doing and I was sure I heard her say, ‘oh no,’ quietly as the blouse was dropped over her shoulders and fell gracefully down her arms to the floor.

Jake then began work again on the two tits, putting his hands on them now protected only by the flimsy lace and commencing rubbing them. And Gemma obligingly put her hands back on her head and thrust the tits out against his hands with another ‘ohhh’ of surprise and arousal.

After gently rubbing them for a further minute and now clearly enjoying Gemma’s helpless compliance he stepped closer and reached around her back to unclasp the bra. As he did so Gemma readjusted her footing and thrust herself forward against him as presumably she instinctively attempted to react to her personal space being intimately invaded. The closeness caused Jake to reach his head forward and kiss Gemma on her lips.

This of course thanks to my programming prompted her to respond by passionately kissing him back. She immediately threw her arms around his shoulders, pressed him close and began to snog him passionately. Jake kissed her with equal passion whilst still fiddling with her bra clasps. ‘That’s it my boy, go for it,’ I said with satisfaction.

It predictably took Jake a couple of minutes to work the bra clasps loose, but Gemma kept him entertained with her passionate kissing. From the overhead view I could see that her eyes were not closed during this, though. They were wide open with horror at her behaviour as she helplessly and confusedly obeyed the demands of the programming she was completely unaware of.

Once the clasps were worked lose Jake reached up to the straps on Gemma’s shoulders and simultaneously pushed her back from him to stop her kissing him. Gemma stopped immediately, but only to bring her arms from around him and hold them vertically down in front of her to assist the bra be removed. I could see her shake slightly as she fought the compulsion, however she was held helpless by the programming and did not move, allowing the bra to be slipped down her arms and drop to the floor by the side of her blouse. Her tits stood out firm from her chest, truly the breasts of a near eighteen year old, and once the bra had dropped free she again put her hands on her head and thrust them out, causing them to bounce and jiggle beautifully.

Needless to say Jake again started to play with them. And needless to say as Gemma instinctively tried to respond she again instead obligingly thrust out her chest and pressed the naked tits against Jake’s hands. Her face seemed even more crimson with her embarrassment and humiliation, and as Jake began to rub the tits in firm rotations Gemma’s eyes opened wider in utter horror, and I again distinctively heard her say, ‘Oh no.’ She then suddenly began to rock back and forth on the spot making an ‘Ohh! Ohh! Ohh’ noise.

I have to admit it was truly a cruel situation I had put her in. She was completely unaware of why she was responding the way she was, due to being instructed to consciously forget the programming. She was becoming aroused by the embarrassment and humiliation of the situation perhaps more than Jake’s molesting of her, and I had no doubt her little mind was wondering why. Now the arousal at her humiliation had increased to the point where she had gone into an orgasm in front of Jake.

As I knew from Sanderson Programming this would now lock her into what we refer to as an arousal loop. The increased humiliation at having climaxed would now cause a further increase in sexual arousal, which would inevitably lead to a further climax and further embarrassment and humiliation. You get the picture?

Anyway, I heard Jake make a ‘wow’ sound as he recognised that Gemma had just come. He then reached down and with shaking fingers began to undo Gemma’ trousers and unzip the flies. When they were undone Jake stepped forward and peeled the trousers over her hips and arse and then kneeling on one knee he began tugging the clingy material down her thighs. Gemma helplessly re-presented herself three times in quick succession during this, as she presumably was now fighting more furiously but equally uselessly to move. As the trousers came over her mid thigh Gemma brought her feet together to allow them down and once past the knees where they were looser they fell around her ankles. I could see her legs shaking slightly as she felt the trousers dropping down over her knees as she uselessly resisted. To Jake’s surprise she then shakily stepped out of them, and again re-presented herself, now dressed only in a small lacy black thong and her four inch heels, her tits again jiggling deliciously.

Her body was inevitably for a girl of nearly eighteen absolutely gorgeous. Her flesh was taught and her curves full and round without any evidence of stretch marks or cellulite.

Jake now rose and again brought himself up close to Gemma, allowing his hands to explore her virtually naked body. Stepping back slightly he again reached his right hand to her crotch and briefly rubbed his middle fingers against her pussy over the lacy thong, before reaching for the top of the thong, and finding the top of the material he slowly began to slide his fingers down under it. Gemma re-presented herself again with a jiggle of her tits as she felt the hand slipping down. She then emitted an Oh’ sound as I saw Jake reach her pussy, and from the widening of his eyes I knew that for the first time in his life his fingers were exploring an aroused woman’s sex.

I saw Jake again now making gentle rubbing movements with his hand, and when I looked closely from the rear I could see that his middle fingers appeared under the lacy thong material to have entered the girl and to be now working inside her. Within a second she began to helplessly rock back and forth on the spot again as a second orgasm overwhelmed her.

Jake pulled his hand free from the thong, and taking hold of it as both sides began to pull it down over the girl’s hips. As it was pulled down over her thighs she again brought her feet together and allowed the thong to fall around her stilettos before compliantly stepping out of it. She was about to pose again for Jake however he grabbed the wrist of her left arm on the way and began pulling her over to the bed with an assertive, ‘come over here’ which made me feel deeply proud.

Once over to the bed Jake pulled off the duvet with one firm movement, seated himself on the edge and guided the naked girl over to his left side to sit beside him. She was trying to cover up with her free hand during this, and attempted to resist seating until Jake said, ‘sit down’ commandingly, whereupon she obligingly did so. He then reached over and recommenced his exploration of Gemma’s tits, and she compliantly put her hands to her head and stuck them out.

After a brief play with her left tit he reached over to kiss her again, so again she helplessly responded by throwing her arms around him and kissing him back passionately. Jake began to lie back as they kissed, and compelled to go on kissing him passionately Gemma lay down beside him with jiggle of her lovely breasts. They kissed for another minute or so and Jake again explored her crotch with his eager fingers as they did, forcing the poor girl into yet another orgasm as she embraced him.

This was too much for Jake. He pulled Gemma away from him and said, ‘let’s get onto the bed, and then hurriedly pulled his tee shirt over his head, pulling off his glasses as well with it without noticing. Gemma obediently climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, her tits dangling and her full round butt wiggling from side to side with her movements. Jake dropped his jeans and boxers and quickly struggled out of them, his raging erection bouncing free, and then got on the bed beside Gemma.

Jake again began kissing her and so her programming again forced her to kiss back and hold him. He began to lay down and Gemma was again helplessly forced to follow as she continued to kiss him and hold him as though he were the hottest guy in London.

After a minute of passionate kissing side by side Jake gently manoeuvred Gemma to her back. Once he had her on her back Jake then pushed her legs apart with a knee and got on top of her. Looking from an overview image from the base of the bed I saw there was some initial brief resistance to the legs parting as Gemma uselessly fought her programming, however her unconscious quickly responded by compelling her to split her legs as wide as she could and lift up her knees high accommodatingly, sticking her four inch stilettos in the air.

Jake settled himself between her legs and stopped kissing her to rest his head to the right side of hers, and as he did so he reached his right hand down to his crotch to guide his cock into her. Gemma automatically clutched at his shoulders, her eyes wide with ‘what the hell am I doing’ written in them. They widened slightly more as I saw Jake’s little butt press down, and she felt herself entered. Jake then reached his hand back up and under her shoulder, and taking a firm grip of both shoulders to hold her steady I saw his arse go down violently as he rammed himself inside her.

Inevitably the poor girl immediately climaxed, and as she was now being fucked the words I had programmed her to utter at such a time flowed out.

‘I submit myself to you, Jake! I submit myself to you, Jake!’ she said helplessly as the orgasm hit her and she her hips pistoned up and down on Jake’s impaling cock. I have no idea how he avoided coming then and there as a first-timer, but he did. Instead he began to fuck her aggressively, moaning in satisfaction. She therefore again helplessly responded by speaking the words I had instructed her to speak whilst continuing obediently to clutch at him.

I did not give her these phrases to speak out of pure maliciousness, though I have to admit that this did have something to do with it. Again these were designed to create an arousal loop. They were, of course, extremely humiliating things to say whilst lying there passively allowing someone to aggressively fuck her. This would ensure that during the fucking she would regularly be forced to orgasm by the aroused state the humiliation compelled her to.

‘Use me! Teach me my place! Take me! That’s it, take me and use me! Use me like a slut, that’s how I like it!’ she said as Jake’s arse pumped up and down on her. Within a couple of minutes the fucking and the humiliation of it all brought her to another climax.

‘I submit myself to you, Jake!’ she screamed in her orgasm clutching at him, with an intensity that almost suggested she actually meant it. Still amazingly Jake managed not to prematurely ejaculate, and he continued like a trooper to pump up and down on her.

‘Take me! Take me! Use me!’ Gemma continued.

She came yet again a minute or so later, and this finally was too much for Jake. I saw his movements briefly become more urgent before he froze with his cock rammed in her to the hilt and his body shook. Gemma feeling him climaxing clutched at him tightly and screamed out, ‘That’s it, come inside me and treat me like the slut that I am!’ She then also spasmed into an orgasm and screamed for the final time, ‘I submit myself to you, Jake! I submit!’

After that they did not move for some moments. Jake no doubt in a state of post-sexual euphoria. Gemma probably lying there wondering what just happened to her to make her do such things. Jake then rolled off Gemma, and as he did she silently attempted to rise to leave.

‘Don’t go. Stay here and lie next to me,’ Jake said, and of course Gemma obediently lay down next to him. He immediately began kissing her and fondling her again, and she therefore started passionately kissing him back. This continued for a few more minutes before that randy little son of mine is moving her to her back again, and yet again she spreads to accommodate him. Ding, ding, round two. This time it lasted a good 10 minutes with the poor girl climaxing helplessly every two or so minutes due to the humiliation of her behaviour and the submissive phrases she continually spoke during the fucking.

‘Teach me my place! Use me! That’s how I like it! Take me! Use me like a slut!’

At last Jake came in her again, and she screamed out her submission to him again after telling him to come inside her like the slut she was. Afterwards Jake lay there a while next to her and Gemma made no attempt to leave this time due to Jake having commanded her to lie next to him. They just lay there for a good twenty minutes with Jake having a sleep and Gemma lying there with her little brain trying to comprehend the events of the evening. I watched smiling the whole time, glowing with pride.

Eventually she spoke and waking him said she needed to use the toilet. Jake has an en-suite bathroom, naturally, so if she was intending sneaking away she was unlucky. Anyway, he allowed her to go to the toilet after pointing out where it was, and I could see his mind ticking away there whilst he awaited her return. When she eventually came out Jake had rose and seated himself on the edge of the bed. Gemma walked boldly over to where her clothes were to get dressed, presumably hoping she would now be allowed to. But as good fortune would have it Jake was now bold enough to be clear about what he wanted.

‘You know, Gemma, I’ve never been given oral sex by a woman. What we did then was just great, but I’ve always wondered what it is like, and you have such a gorgeous pout. I often wondered what it would be like for you to give ...’ Jake didn’t get to finish the sentence. Gemma dropped the thong she had picked up, and with a desperate look on her face walked over to where Jake was sitting, before kneeling down in front of him.

‘Please Jake,’ she said with a wavery voice, as though feeling uncontrollably compelled to do what she was doing, but at the same time wishing she could stop. ‘Please will you let me give you a blowjob?’

‘Wow!’ Jake replied, looking at those full red lips. ‘You most certainly can.’

Without further ado Gemma gets a hold of his now erect cock, slips it sensuously between those full red lips, and starts sucking greedily. Jake moaned. He continued to moan and groan in ecstasy throughout the girl’s ministrations, and despite having come twice already Jake came again within a couple of minutes. But she did have a lovely mouth and pretty face, so it’s not all that surprising for a virile 16 year old I suppose.

Gemma then followed her programming to the letter; sluttily looking into his eyes and showing him the load in her mouth before swallowing it. Then politely she said, ‘thank you.’ When she finished she again was blushing intensely.

She rose and turned, putting her head in her hands, and shook it in total confusion for a minute. Then she walked over to her clothes again and quickly began to get dressed, speaking to Jake as she did. ‘Jake can I go now please? I really would like to go now, if that’s alright.’

‘Okay. If that’s what you want,’ Jake said casually, rising and dressing himself. ‘I have to say I will remember this night for the rest of my life. It’s been great.’

Gemma shook her head again. It was certainly something that she would not forget.

As they left I also came out of my monitoring room to meet them at the bottom of the stairs.

‘Goodness, I’ve been waiting in the office for forty minutes,’ I said as they came down. ‘I thought the pair of you were never going to come down.’

Gemma was flushed red still and looking rather sheepish.

‘Look kids,’ I continued. ‘If I’m honest I did come up a few minutes ago to get you, and ... well ... I heard what was going on in there and ... well ... decided not to disturb you. I’m not judging you mind. I understand perfectly. You’re only young once and these things happen. Can I take it after this that we might be seeing a little more of you around here, Gemma?’ I said to the blushing girl.

‘I ... I didn’t mean to ... I don’t ...’ her voice trailed off at that point, as I suspect she was trying to say that she didn’t normally do such things and didn’t mean to, however her programming prevented her doing this as it would have indicated that something had changed in her behaviour.

‘No, don’t be embarrassed, Gemma. As I said I understand. But look, Jake,’ I said turning to my son. ‘I can’t allow you to have Gemma around every night if you two aren’t going to be able to keep your hands off each other when she’s here, or you won’t get any work done on your A levels. I’ll tell you what though, as a compromise how about it if we arrange for Gemma to visit every Tuesday and Friday evening and for her to stay the night with you. That should allow you two love birds to have a nice treat a couple of times a week as a break from all of your hard work. Shall we do that, Jake?’

‘Yes. For sure!’ Jake replied enthusiastically.

‘B .. but ...’ Gemma stammered.

Before she could continue I spoke again. ‘So Gemma, you’ll come over here to stay the night with Jake each Tuesday and Friday from now on, and no refusing, I insist. It will be good for the pair of you. You can start next Friday, say sevenish again, as Jake’s going to be going away for a week tomorrow. Wait a minute though,’ I said pausing and looking ponderous. ‘Don’t you have a boyfriend already, Gemma? He’s a footballer isn’t he?’

‘Y ... yes,’ Gemma stammered, with a slightly distraught look on her face. ‘And he’s going to be really angry when he finds out about this.’

‘Oh my. That complicates matters. I was thinking you were a single girl getting carried away by your hormones. I didn’t realise that you were ... well ... promiscuous. But that’s okay, it takes all kinds to make the world go round. Like I said, I’m not judging you, so please don’t be upset. My philosophy in life is to judge no-one. Besides it will be a good experience for my Jake to be taught the ways of the world by an .. erm .. experienced girl like yourself, as long as he doesn’t go becoming too attached to you.’ Gemma looked offended by these comments, but had nothing to say after what she had obviously just done with Jake. Besides which any comments would have involved suggesting that this was not her normal behaviour and no doubt her programming was interfering with her ability to communicate. I continued, ‘I’ll have to have a think about what to do to help you about your boyfriend. He’s not going to be too keen on knowing that his girlfriend has sex with other guys so easily. Don’t either of you say anything to him about any of this, though. Leave it to me. Now Jake, are you happy for Gemma to be going or would you like her to stay longer?’ I gave Jake a wink as I said this. He smiled back in return. He had been listening to my offensive comments to Gemma and her lack of clear response with amused if slightly puzzled interest.

‘Well if I’m honest, dad, I think I’d like her to stay the night,’ Jake replied.

‘No. I can’t do that. I really have to be going now,’ Gemma desperately responded. ‘I’ve just realised that I have to do some homework. I really need to go.’

‘Nonsense,’ I said with a smile at Jake. ‘Phone up your mother now, Gemma, and tell her you’ll be staying at a friend’s overnight. You can do your homework tomorrow or Sunday. You’ve got all weekend.’ Gemma immediately with a shocked look on her face teetered over to her coat to get her phone. She quickly phoned her mother and told her she was staying the night at a friend’s, and then when she finished her call I spoke to both of them again. ‘Well that’s excellent. Now you to get yourselves back to Jake’s room and enjoy yourselves.’ With that Jake tore upstairs, and Gemma continuing to blush crimson and looking confused and bewildered followed. She would be feeling embarrassed and humiliated by her compliant behaviour as well, and so inevitably her arousal would be increasing correspondingly. ‘She will be well ready for Jake again by the time she gets upstairs,’ I thought to myself evilly.

I went and got myself a drink, before retiring to bed a few minutes later with Dawn. On my way to my room I could hear again the rhythmic sound of Jake’s bed and the sound of Gemma’s voice, as she told him to treat her like a slut. It sounded like he most certainly was.