It was time to push harder

Every day you complimented Jennifer on her cleaning and her outfits. Feeling that the mind control had had plenty of time to sink in, you quickly changed the compliments from "you look good" and "you're great at cleaning" to "looking sexy is such a great fit on you" and "you're such a natural at making others happy, you must get a lot of joy from it." The effects sank in faster than before, she accepted things that seemed insane, and after just one day she actually bought some more revealing shirts.

On Thursday, when Marcus was again working late, she brought you a beer while wearing a beige halter top that showed off a bit of cleavage. When she bent over to hand your beer to you, you couldn't help looking down her top at her huge breasts, seeing them better than you ever had before.

Jennifer noticed you looking, but instead of tearing your head off like she would have before, she said, "Um... Dustin? That isn't... I mean..."

"It's okay," you reassured her. "You like when guys look at your body."

"I... I do?"

"Yeah, you like making men happy. You like when guys enjoy your clothes, and you like how the tight clothes show off your body. Making men happy is good, especially your men, and I'm one of your men, just like Marcus."

She looked overwhelmed, but then she smiled. "Yeah, that's true." She turned around, but looked back over her shoulder. When she saw that you were looking at her ass in her new, tight jeans, she giggled and walked away.

Over the next couple of days you ramped up the commands. You started off telling her that she liked using the way her body looked to make men happy, then you told her that she liked using her body to make men happy. Whenever you mentioned Marcus, you also mentioned yourself as if the two of you were equals, both her men and both deserving the same treatment. When you were with Marcus, you gave commands to make him think that this was just a normal change in behavior, and you emphasized his trust in you.

By Friday she was regularly asking if there was anything she could do for you, and she often bent over or turned around in ways that were clearly designed to let you have long, lingering looks at her incredible body. You held off on pleasuring yourself, confident that she'd be taking care of that very soon.

It was time for the next step.