I don't tell you how to tell me what to do, so you don't tell me how to do what you tell me to do

Some time later you become vaguely aware of voices one the edge of your awareness, but you don't really understand what they're saying. Your head feels full of cotton and the dick in your mouth was too delicious for you to care about anything else.

"...yes, as her assistant I was able to toggle her preferences for you like you asked, since she gave me the go-ahead to obey you. Though I would recommend completing this as soon as possible to minimize the risk of a third party gaining control over her and by extension, us."

"Don't worry, I've been in this situation many times. Her mother loved me turning the tables on her sometimes, so she gave me a secret dominant personality that mistress accidentally triggered last night. Too bad she forgot that I was a hypnotist's assistant for over ten years. It's almost like I picked up a few thing, ha! Well, I think it's for the best. This way I can keep an eye on her and keep her from getting in over her head. She has her mother's single minded stubbornness, and while I love that about them I have seen it get them both in trouble before. I think having a neutral party between them will help them both. And we all get some fun out of it too. Ready?"

"Yes, Ms. Isa."

"Darling, I want you to wake up for me in 3...2...1...wide awake!"

The scene before you suddenly snaps into focus. You're kneeling on the ground next to the bed, Isa's cock in your mouth and just coming to orgasm. You instinctively guzzle down her tangy cum before you pull away. "What just happened? Did you-" Isa smiles beatifically down at you. "You wanted to suck my cock Mistress, since you didn't get the chance last night. You seemed to zone out there for a moment. Did you enjoy it?"

"Yyyyesss. It was very good," you say as you rise to your feet. Wanda is sitting on the other bed watching you very intently, but Sharon is not in the room anymore. "Wasn't Sharon just here? I thought she was cleaning up the bed?" You shake your head, trying to clear off the mysterious dizziness you seem to be feeling. "You ordered her to go make you your lunch before you go back to work, silly!"

"Yeah, that seems right. Um. Didn't you have a...ring or something?" you ask her. Something still felt a bit off but you just couldn't figure it out. "What ring? I just have my wedding ring and the two rings you gave me for my nipples, Mistress," Isa said innocently. Oh yeah her.... nipple ring. That must have been it. "I wanted to...-" "You said you wanted to use it to make your new slaves' tits bigger and make my milk a bit more special, Mistress!" she told you forcefully. She was right of course. She was very good at remembering your slaves' orders for you. Anything she told you that you told them to do was right.

"Right! Let me just grab my tablet so I can adjust that-" Wanda thrusts your tablet into your hands. "Already loaded up for you Mistress. You just have to be the one to attach it to us, then hit the approval button there." She avoids your eye contact for some reason. Probably just being deferential. You don't bother to look over what she had programmed in, since she was clearly doing what you ordered her to do, so you just hit [Activate] to adjust Isa's breasts first before you move onto the other two girls.

Your stepmom breaks out into suspiciously 'moo'-like moans as her tits ripple. They grow a bit, her nipples becoming thicker and longer. The unending streams of milk break off, but you see a bead of pearly white on the tips of her nips. "Thank goodness, that was getting a bit messy," Isa says as she reaches up to feel her breasts. She twists one of her nipples and the flow of milk resumes, but then she twists it the other way and it stops. "This was a much better idea that I- I mean, you had Mistress!" You feel a glow of pride. You were so great at this. She gives you a coy look and says, "You should really be the first one to taste it Mistress, to see if you approve of the changes."

"Of course! I am the mistress after all," you say as you lean into her large breast. Isa and Wanda share a knowing glance as you do but you don't worry about that since the smell of the creamy milk was right in your face. You latch on and start suckling and as the sweet liquid fills your mouth your head seems to fill with fog again. Your entire being focuses on drinking as much as possible, so you don't have to worry about the voices again this time.

"That worked much better than I expected, Ms. Isa. She doesn't suspect a thing!"

"The trick is to use their ego against them. Make them feel like a powerful all knowing mistress. That's how I got Brandy to enslave me in the first place. She was so shy with me, alone in her dressing room after the show. I almost had to **** her to swing the pocket watch in front of my eyes. That's an important part of the dom-sub relationship, making them think that what you want is what they want while making them think that it's their own decision. I'll have her spanking you for the tiniest infractions in no time! She's a bit lazy but if she does it herself instead of having me do it for her she'll get to feel how... intimate it is".

"I would love that, thank you. My husband won't do anything like that for me. Any sex outside of trying to have children is a sin, he thinks," the other voice says bitterly. "I've been so pent up for years...I never thought about seriously leaving him until yesterday. It just isn't done. Could you...help me get out of it? I don't want the hassle of a divorce. And I don't think Mistress would like him".

"Yes, of course. I went through it myself. My ex-husband thought a good wife should be in the kitchen or in the laundry room when he didn't need her. He spoiled our daughter rotten and blamed me for her shortcomings. When Brandy was through with him he could barely remember being married and gave us half of his money as a wedding present. After we send our mistress back to work I'll go with you. Alright?"

"...Thank you so much!" If you could pay attention you might have noticed the sob of relief.

"You'll be able to thank me properly later, now we just have to finish up with mistress," Isa says softly as she gently pushes you off her tit. You instinctively suckle for a few seconds before you come back to full awareness. "Wow. That's... very good. I like it. This was a great idea," you babble as the fog drains from your mind. Isa chuckles softly. "Yes, you had a good idea with that. Now, you said you wanted to do something with Wanda after you finished with me, right?"

"I did? Oh yeah! Now what was I going to do?" you ask. Man you are forgetful today. "Well first you were going to make her breasts as big as mine, then you were going to spank her since she was acting out of line by ordering you those toys without asking first!" Isa supplied for you. She was so helpful.

"Right! Now I'll take that ring, thank you! Now Wanda, hold still and this won't hurt too much...Good!" You stand back as your assistant groans in ecstasy while her tits balloon outward. Her C cups rapidly become D's, then E's, then her bra rips in half as they settle at solid F's. She isn't quite as big as Isa's G cups but they were pleasantly squishy as you moterboated her to get a feel for them. "Very nice. Now move over". You sit on the bed and the chubby woman obligingly lies across your lap. "Now you've been a naughty girl. And naughty girls get a spanking~" you punctuate your sentence by slapping her ample rear. Her ass jiggles pleasantly and she yelps in a mixture of pain and pleasure. You feel a dampness on your legs as she instantly gets wet.

"Ohhhh yesssss! Harder please Mistress! I've been a bad girl!" she gasps out as you begin your ****. You settle into a rhythm for the next twenty minutes, alternating arms when you get tired, but the sight of her reddening ass is addicting. Something about it just makes you want to keep smacking away. Your own arousal climbs as the writhing woman gets closer to a lust fueled orgasm. Just before she can get over the edge though you pull away. "No cumming until I say so, so you learn your lesson," you tell her as she goes limp on your lap. You breathe hard from both the exertion and the desire flooding you, but your exhaustion fades as Isa gives you a light round of applause from where she had watched you at work.

"Wonderfully done, Mistress! Didn't you love it? Feeling her will break beneath your onslaught? Knowing that she loved being broken? It's like sex, only there's a winner!" She leans across the space between the beds and her voice drips raw lust as she whispers into your ear. "Sometimes you have to make your slaves want to be bad just so you can punish them. Rewards are delightful, but the raw pleasure of being broken by someone who owns you, there is nothing like it. It's in the heart and mind, not the flesh, and is pure and dark and primal. Constant pleasure grows stale, but the tease and denial followed by sweet relief is something truly amazing. It makes the pleasures of obedience greater than the simple pleasures of ordinary sex."

You think you get what she means, thinking back to your first failed attempt at controlling your mom. The memory alone causes your erection to spring up again from half-mast. "I think I understand," you say slowly. She kisses you on the neck then pulls away. "But of course you have lunch waiting for you out in the kitchen. Maybe later you and I can finally have some alone time with each other. You keep teasing me so much, yet you still haven't fucked me yourself," she mock pouts then breaks into a mischievous smile. "Well it's a good thing you ordered me and Brandy to go with you to that lesbian bar after work today. I'm sure you'll find a way for all of us to have some real fun."

"Yeah, I think I remember saying that. Thanks for reminding me," you say as you untangle yourself from your comatose assistant. You wave your hand in front of her eyes but she seems to be very zoned out, yet had a faint smile on her lips. "Don't worry about her, Mistress. She's just a little overloaded from the sensations. Just let her enjoy it for a bit and then I'll help her finish up this room for you," Isa says.

You shrug and head out to the dining room, where your new maid was just finishing putting out your lunch. "Ze refrigerator was a little bare, Mistress, so I hope you approve what I was able to make," she says meekly as she bows to you. You glance at the table and laugh to try and ease her tension. "OK, I've never had someone apologize for making me fried chicken before. I'm not a sophisticated eater so it's safe to assume that if it's in the fridge it's what I want to eat. Just don't touch Mom's wine. She gets cranky without her evening fix and frankly I hate drinking." The blonde girl smiles gratefully then darts back into the kitchen like a gazelle. She seems to be a huge bundle of nerves and you wonder if that was something she was normally like or if it was being **** upon her by the french maid outfit. Cute, but it could get annoying after a while, so maybe you would have to look into that.

Lunch is good, better than Paige's cooking anyways (or your own, if you're being fair), but all too soon you head back out to your job to deal with the dynamic duo you had left in your office.