You get some answers

You walk into the office and are astounded to see the Headmistress clearly expecting you. She has a smug smile on her face as she slowly makes sure that you get a good look at her outfit.

"I see that you met my secretary, hypnodoll. And from the look of your wet face, I would say that my little experiment is going ever so well." You blink a little, as always it is kind of hard to focus on anything that Headmistress is saying since your indoctrination and your body almost **** you to stare at her tits non-stop.

It only seems to make her laugh and it doesn't take long before she is holding you tightly, pushed against the massive mounds, while she explains. You are a little surprised to see that her nipples are inverted, but you are more than happy to slurp and suck on them.

"As you are fully aware most girls at this school go through some kind of conditioning, ensuring that they are good little girls, just like you are being right now. However, not all of them have a breast obsession. The triggers are pretty varied, though we usually keep them a secret, in some cases even conditioning other students to ignore them." She explained. The soft flesh of her mounds pushed against your face as you tried your best to listen, but it was so hard. Not only because the silky smooth jugs were the best earmuffs around, but also because your focus kept shifting back to the jiggly mounds.

"You have found another one of the triggers. My scent. Or rather the scent of my juices. After you spent a whole day getting ploughed by me, you must have been coated with my juices to the point where even washing them out isn't enough to remove them completely. Did you know that our mind filters out a lot of sensory information? Turns out that just the hint of my scent is enough to trigger those that are under the compulsion. You have already seen the effect. Just smelling like me will make some people obsessed with you. Addicted to you. They will crave you beyond any other partner." Headmistress moves a hand down between her thighs, and as she pulls them back they are gleaming with her juices.

She slowly smears it across your forehead, clearly baptizing you in her liquid love and scent once more. "There we go. That should give you a bit more attention from the people under my control. Best of luck." She lets you go and as you slip from her arms you realize that a lot of time has passed. How much did you lose between being used as a chair and getting lost in that amazing cleavage? You have no idea, but it is time to head to bed.