A bit of Backstory

Jessie, Mark, and Steve hated their boss Miss Walker. She had no sense of humor, expected everyone to work overtime just because she did, wore tight shirts over her round fake tits and glared and sneered at anyone she caught staring at them, and had just made the company picnic **** free and asked employees to bring food instead of having it catered.

The three men all worked in technical support for the company and spent most of their time alone in a cramped windowless office answering phones to give assistance to employees or they would go out and work on computers, printers, and other devices.

"I did it!" said Jessie.

"What?" asked Mark.

"I installed that subliminal messaging software on Frigid Freya's computer."

"And you think it'll actually work?" asked Steve.

"Hundred bucks says it does."

"Fine, how do we test it?"

"I also installed three hidden cameras in her office with one in her private bathroom, and can turn on her computer camera on and off without her knowing about it."

"Fine, how do we test it?"

Jessie pulled up all three camera links plus Ms Walker's computer. She was busying shopping oline for shoes.

"Bitch, wants us to work overtime, and this is how she spends her time?" asked Mark.

"Let's have her armpits itch. That's a small test," said Jessie. He typed something on his computer.

A few minutes later, Ms. Walker put her right hand under her left armpit and scratched it while she looked uncomfortable. A moment later, she was scratching both armpits and looking put out."

"Fuck, it worked!" said Mark.

"Coincidence?" asked Steve. "Make her do something she would never do. Smell her shoe."

Jessie typed.

A few minutes later, Ms. Walker removed one of her shoes and smelt it, confused as to why she was doing it.

The three men cheered.

Jessie had a brain storm. It was Tuesday. He would program Ms Walker to grow hornier and hornier though out the day, but never be able to orgasm no matter how hard she tried, and the longer she went without orgasm, the more **** she would become but never tell anyone. He programmed the messages in.

With each passing day, Ms. Walker grew more and more irritable. Wednesday and Thursday, she even masturbated in her private bathroom. Jessie recorded it and the boys loved watching their boss frig herself but to no avail. Friday morning, Ms Walker was very irritable. She came to work with a button on her blouse misbuttoned, her make-up hastily done, and she was in a very foul mood.

"Ok, this weekend, she's going to fantasize about the three of us gangbanging her, and she'll think she dreamt about it and it giving her the most incredible orgasms. By Monday, it'll be all she can think about."

When Monday morning arrived, Ms. Walker looked as though she had barely slept. She had bags under her eyes, her clothes were wrinkled, and even her shoes were mismatched, same style, different colors. She called the three tech guys to her office.