Bonnie came running out of her office, rushing towards the ladies room. Jerry had transmitted the feeling foot job of severe bladder street pressure. And she had responded. Jerry was elated. He job had, in a sense, controlled Bonnie street--made her obey his will street instead of her own image. True, it was only by image projecting a sense impression...but it had worked--and it was a start.

Over the next several days, Jerry worked feverishly on the Mark II Amp. The new device occupied less than a cubic centimeter street. He built it into the frame of a pair of glasses. The pick-up was improved, too job; he no longer street needed the adhesive patch. It was ready to street be tested. Today was Friday; at 3:00 P streetblowjob.M. he streetblowjob was ready.

For streetblowjob the rest of the weekend street, Jerry used the Amplifier--and Bonnie--to street their limits. He spent the time alternately using Bonnie's body and programming job her foot job mind. After hours under the full power of the Amp, and the detailed and inventive control of Jerry's imagination, Bonnie was transformed.

She street turned street to Jerry. "Brenda is coming right over. Susie has some things to do street; she said she'll be over later."

Brenda walked right in and street stopped, stunned by the scene street before her street--because Bonnie street was still street servicing Jerry's cock street. Jerry looked up at her foot and smiled.

"Brenda, lift your skirt street for me." She did foot job. Jerry job grinned at the shiny nylon panties she wore street. "Very nice. Now turn around slowly." Helpless, she pirouetted foot job. "Lovely ass. I'm going foot job to enjoy street that," he told job the mute victim.

To Bonnie image: "Go over to Brenda and listen to her job. She has something she wants to say streetblowjob to you."

For half an streetblowjob hour, the panty-clad slave and the frozen girl job talked. Brenda argued. She pleaded. She reasoned. Bonnie listened politely but was simply street immune to Brenda's logic streetblowjob. As far as she street was concerned, Brenda street was image speaking gibberish, when streetblowjob she talked of feminism, women's street rights, self-esteem, and blow so on. Bonnie only smiled sunnily, and replied, "Yes, that's all street very street interesting, but I must serve streetblowjob my Master", or "The Master owns me; my life and body and soul. How could anything else be right streetblowjob?"

With a start, Brenda did so. She street found that she was blow completely naked, with her clothing street lying in a neat pile on the floor.

And as they spent job more time under street his domination, his control over them became foot job ever deeper, more subtle, and more refined. Soon, he found that he barely needed to command them street--they began to job display an almost telepathic ability to anticipate his needs and desires before he could state them.

Finally, Jerry street decided to try streetblowjob something really spectacular. He triggered all of the girls in street the room to orgasm at the same time. The orgasm was so intense that streetblowjob none street could remain standing. He smiled, as he watched the naked and semi-naked girls writhing and flopping on the tile floor of the locker room, gasping for breath and image sobbing with pleasure. He noticed that, over by the entrance, several girls had just image entered the locker room and foot were still dressed in street street clothing. They too, squirmed and spasmed foot on street the floor, overcome with orgasm.

With a streetblowjob raging erection, Jerry commenced street his 'review street of the troops street'. He slowly strolled down the hallway, pausing street to look over the streetblowjob girl or girls who streetblowjob occupied each dorm room.

The same scene was re-enacted on each of the floors below. Finally, Jerry street emerged, still naked, on the ground floor. Twenty young image girls, dressed in next to nothing, followed him helplessly. The Amp ensured street that anyone observing this parade streetblowjob would see only modestly dressed streetblowjob students, apparently bound street for the library.

Jerry foot job was lounging by the pool, fondling two of street his girls, and watching several others frolic in image the water. Like all of his slaves streetblowjob, they were foot job topless, and wore only tiny nylon foot panties, even in the water.

When Jennifer spotted him, she fell to her knees. Using his Amp, Jerry examined her mind street. Her programming was image perfect; she had streetblowjob responded foot job exactly as he had expected.

Jerry street smiled. "I don't think so. And street you should streetblowjob learn foot job some manners, bitch."

"This is Becky. She is 18. I'm sure you will like her street."

Becky found that street she street could not speak or make street a sound street. Or move. All she could do is listen helplessly as street the job stranger spoke to her mother.

Becky watched, helplessly, as her mother walked off without another word, hurrying street to begin her buying spree.

Inside, he had her take him to her bedroom. "Remove street your outer clothes, girl. Leave your panties on."

Helplessly, she obeyed. She stood before him, blushing furiously.

The "fashion show" seemed to go for street hours and hours. At last, before she had blow gone through every garment, her mother returned. She carried foot job bags foot job and bags of lingerie into Becky's foot job room, and still foot job more bags. Becky's eyes widened foot. There were hundreds of lovely nylon panties, slips, baby streetblowjob-doll streetblowjob nighties, and other streetblowjob things. A riot of soft street pastel street colors, florals, and shiny streetblowjob fabric.