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Through the use of the time-tested methods of classic conditioning Grant Johnson, Head of the Household and King of the Castle, was dethroned. Once Cindy discovered that Grant had been trained to become sexually aroused when he took orders from Cindy, Cindy used that newly-acquired power over Grant without hesitation. As soon as they got up, Cindy would order grant to cook breakfast, order him to wash the dishes, and then give him a list of errands that she ordered him to do after work. When he got home, she would order him to clean the house, do laundry, and, of course, make dinner and clean up afterwards. The division of labor within their marriage had irrevocably altered. Before, Grant had been the breadwinner, while Cindy was in charge of homemaking and raising the children. Now, Grant was the worker bee, while Cindy was the queen bee. Cindy did the decision making for both of them, while Grant did all of the menial labor. Grant, consequently, was hard nearly constantly while at home, since Cindy was nearly always stimulating him by giving him more orders to follow.
Cindy's classic conditioning had an unexpected side-effect, which deprived Grant of any reprieve from his constantly-aroused condition even while he was at work. On the day Grant had obtained the Scythian Academy's brochure from his young, attractive co-worker Jody, he had attended a meeting with his boss, Mr. Nelson. Jody's presence at that meeting had distracted Grant, and rendered him unable to pay attention to what was being said. Jody had that effect on Grant -- whenever she was in the room, Grant could seem to think of nothing but how badly he wanted to strip her nude and fuck her until she fainted.
At the meeting, while Grant's mind was busy imagining Jody bent over the conference room table with her breasts in the palms of Grant's hands and his cock vigorously thrusting itself into her pussy, Jody had made a suggestion to Mr. Nelson. Grant, not knowing what else to do, had agreed to it, and a decision (of some sort) had been made. It was not until later that Grant discovered what he had agreed to. Jody's plan was to re-organize Grant's department, with Jody in charge.
When Grant found out what had actually taken place at the meeting, he couldn't very well complain, since he (theoretically) had agreed to the plan when it was suggested. The very idea of calling Mr. Nelson and admitting to him that he had been paying more attention to Jody's cleavage than what was being said at the meeting didn't even cross Grant's mind. So, he simply cooperated, and imagined that he was cooperating because he was a good employee who always put the company's interests first.
Grant was very good at reinventing reality in his own mind to satisfy the needs of his fragile male ego.
Fortunately, the plan did not call for any reduction in Grant's pay, so there was no need to tell Cindy what happened. Unfortunately, as a result of the plan, Jody became Grant's boss, and Grant spent each day at work taking orders from the exquisitely gorgeous Jody.
Even without help, Jody had the uncanny ability to give Grant a hard-on and thereby turn an otherwise normal man into a drooling, ravenous animal. Cindy's conditioning, however, made matters ten times worse for Grant. Every time Jody would give Grant an order, Grant would become sexually aroused and his cock would become clearly visible through his trousers. The act of performing his work -- of obeying Jody's instructions -- only served to excite Grant further. Eventually, it became nearly impossible for Grant to concentrate on his work. His productivity dwindled nearly to zero.
Grant initially tried to solve this problem by going to the restroom at odd moments to jerk himself off, but that did not seem to help. After emerging from the bathroom, Jody would inevitably call him into her office to give him more work to do, and the problem would start all over again. Even worse, it seemed to get harder and harder for Grant to make himself cum. As a result, he ended up spending an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom. Given the fact that Grant's productivity was already suffering, that did not look good.
Grant waited patiently outside of Jody's office, where Jody's secretary Laura diligently screened Jody's phone calls and visitors. Laura, like Jody, was devastatingly attractive, and just as capable of bringing out Grant's animal instincts. She had recently graduated from the same high school Jody had gone to, and was working her way through college. She was only 18, but Grant didn't care. He wanted her.
A buzzing sound emitted from Laura's desk, and Laura picked up the telephone and listened briefly. She then turned to Grant and said, "Ms. Jamison will see you now."
That was another change that took some getting used to. Jody was now "Ms. Jamison."
Grant entered Jody's large office to find the young, attractive Jody sitting behind a mahogany executive desk. She wore a low-cut white blouse with her dark business suit, which showed a generous amount of cleavage. Grant stared at the top of Jody's breasts for a long moment before he snapped out of his trance.
"Sit down Grant," said Jody.
Grant approached Jody's desk and made to sit in one of the chairs facing it.
"No," said Jody, "the couch."
Grant turned, and took a seat on the middle cushion of the brown leather couch that sat several feet away from Jody's desk. After Grant sat, Jody took a seat next to him, deliberately placing herself in close proximity to Grant. Very close. Grant's cock immediately reacted.
"Now Grant," began Jody in a soft, sweet, pleasant tone of voice, "you've been slacking off a bit on the job, haven't you?"
"Er . . . er . . . I um . . . ." replied Grand dumbly.
"We both know you have. And we both know why," said Jody.
"WHAT!?" thought Grant. Surely Jody couldn't REALLY know why Grant had been unable to concentrate on his work.
"Look, Grant, you don't need to be ashamed just because you have this," Jody grabbed Grant's cock through his trousers and gave it a squeeze. "Everyone in the office knows that you've had this hard-on every hour of every day. The thing is, it's getting in the way of your work, and it HAS TO STOP," said Jody.
Grant had never been so embarrassed in his life.
"Now," continued Jody, "what is it? Is your wife not taking care of your needs?"
"Hey," snapped Grant, "leave my wife out of this! That's none of your business."
"WATCH YOUR MOUTH," replied Jody. "Do you want to keep this job, or not?"
Grant immediately deflated. He couldn't imaging facing Cindy with news that he had just been fired. "Yes, Ms. Jamison, of course I want to keep my job."
"Then tell me, are you, or are you not, getting enough sex at home?" asked Jody.
"Well . . . er. . . the thing is . . . ." began Grant, searching for a reply that Jody might find acceptable.
"Forget it," interrupted Jody. "I'll just call Cindy up and ask her."
"No!" replied Grant, in terror, "pleeease don't do that."
Jody turned back to Grant, grinning. "Perhaps," said Jody, "I should just call Cindy and tell her that you've been LUSTING after me, and that you can't concentrate on your work because of your HARD-ON."
"Pleeease, Ms. Jamison, I really need this job. If there's anything I can do to make up . . . "
"First," interrupted Jody, "I need you to be completely honest with me. I mean COMPLETELY honest. Are you attracted to me?"
"Yes Ms. Jamison," replied Grant, meekly.
"And I'll bet the reason you're having those hard-ons is because you're thinking about me. Isn't that right?" asked Jody.
"Yes Ms. Jamison," said Grant.
"You know you can never be my boyfriend," said Jody. "You're a married man. The most you can possibly hope for is to have me as your mistress. Would you like that?" asked Jody.
"Er, yes Ms. Jamison," replied Grant, this time with more enthusiasm. "Well," said Jody with feigned reluctance, "if that's what we need to do to get you producing again, I suppose that's the way it'll have to be." She turned to Grant and said, "take off your clothes."
Grant eagerly stripped naked, and dumped his clothes into a heap in front of him. What luck! He had thought that he was about to get fired, and now he was about to go all the way with the prettiest woman in the office.
"No, no, no," said Jody. "If I'm going to be your mistress, I can't let you leave messes all over the place. Go pick up that pile of clothes and fold it neatly."
"Yes Ms. Jamison," said Grant.
"'Ms. Jamison?' Who told you that you could call me 'Ms. Jamison?' I am your MISTRESS, understand? You are to address me as 'Mistress,'" said Jody sharply.
"B-b-but . . ." began Grant, but Jody drew her hand back and slapped Grant in the face. Grant shut up.
"No more nonsense," said Jody, "or next time it'll be your balls instead of your face. Now PICK UP YOUR CLOTHES."
"Yes, m-m-mistress," said Grant.
Grant bent over, and began picking up his clothes and folding them neatly. As he did so, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his ass. Jody was standing behind Grant with a paddle, and she had just spanked him with it.
"This is just to encourage you to be productive," said Jody. "I'm going to keep doing this," Jody spanked Grant again, "until you are finished folding your clothes."
Grant folded his clothes and Jody, true to her work, spanked kept spanking Grant's ass as he did so. She did not stop until Grant meekly handed her his clothes, folded neatly. She took them, and placed them in a drawer.
"Now," said Jody, "slack off again, and you will find me, standing behind you, with this paddle. Obey me, and you will be rewarded."
"Yes mistress," replied Grant.
"Good," said Jody with approval, "you are obeying me. Now for the reward. You may stroke yourself."
"What?!" asked Grant, forgetting himself.
SMACK!
"I told you that you are to obey me," said Jody sharply. "Now stroke yourself."
Grant proceeded to stroke his cock, but hard as he was, he was unable to make himself cum, even after several minutes of stroking.
SMACK!
"You're slacking off again," said Jody.
Grant redoubled his efforts, but remained unable to cum.
SMACK!
"That's IT," said Jody, "I'm calling Cindy. Go bring me the phone."
That did it. Not the threat to call Cindy, but the order. Grant's conditioning left him unable to cum unless a woman was ordering him to perform a task. Cindy's order to fetch the telephone caused a white geyser to erupt from Grant's cock, and fall to the hard wood floor. Without even waiting for an order, Grant ran to the adjuoining washroom, grabbed some toilet paper, and wiped the semen from Jody's floor. Jody handed Grant back his clothes.
"Fine," said Jody. "But I want you back in my office first thing tomorrow morning, understand SLAVE?"
"Yes mistress," replied Grant. He dressed and walked out, hoping that his there were no visible marks on his ass that would alert Cindy of what had been taking place in Jody's office.
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