Deny The Bitch

As I held my former boss's hands, her naked pussy grinding against my leg, wetting my pants as she tried desperately to act on the new, depraved images and impulses filling her mind, a thought occurred to me: I have ultimate control over reality. I can make anything become true. I can control anyone. Anyone. Why am I still bothering with just my boss?

"Everyone will start coming in to work in the next five minutes," My gaze fixed on the horny woman staring back up at me. "And you're gonna teach them what we do here from now on."

"Yes! Yes, of course! Now please, fuck this fucking pussy, please I fucking need it..."

"Hmmm..." I genuinely considered it, even after everything we'd done so far. "No, I think I'd prefer you to be needy during what's gonna come next."

She whined and whimpered as I gently pushed her away. Her hand flew back down to her crotch, fervently pounding three...no, four fingers into her sopping wet mound.

"You are only physically capable of cumming with my verbal permission."

Caroline's face went white. "No! Please!"

"Actually, I have a better idea. You are physically incapable of touching your vagina, ass, or tits without my verbal permission."

Instantly, my old bitchy boss's hands flew away from her crotch, and **** for any kind of stimulation, began to wildly stroke her thighs, then her pubic mound, and finally resolved in hugging herself, another whine echoing through the currently empty warehouse as she stomped her foot in frustration, jiggling her beautiful breasts. Speaking of breasts...

"All women, between the ages of eighteen and fifty, now lactate, constantly producing milk. Their breasts will produce about a quart of milk a day, and although some milk is stored in the breast, any excess milk produced will simply leak from the nipple. All women between the ages of eighteen and fifty additionally cannot milk themselves, nor milk another woman, and while it is deeply embarrassing to leak milk, they also cannot orgasm while their breasts are full of milk. As a result, companies tend to hire men to milk the women of their company, with about one milker for every ten to fifty women. This company, however, has hired only me as the singular milker, and as a result I am only expected to milk one or two women a day. Milkings take place first thing in the morning, with every woman standing at attention, as if they were in the military, awaiting my declaration on who will be milked."

Instantly, Caroline's breasts began to leak a steady stream of milk from her exposed nipples. Although she likely wouldn't have to put up with wet clothes on account of her nudity, it's likely that the women who work here will have to put up with their leakage through creative means. Regardless, I put my hands on my hips, proud of myself for officially having two responsibilities: Milking the women who worked here and dicking down Caroline on the regular. Caroline...

As I looked at Caroline, her face twisted in torment at her denial of her orgasm or her pleasure, looking at me like a sad puppy, nude save for a collar around her neck that read James' Bitch, I had a thought. One thing to tie together this morning into an excellent one.

"Caroline, your legal name has always been, and will always be, James' Cumdumpster. Your collar will change to match your name, too."