Cellmates Ch. 07

06 Customers and Associates

Before going to Barbara's car, Dan stopped by the sex shop located a few doors down named Doctor Johns. As luck would have it, the owner was onsite today, a tall, handsome black guy named Johnson. He had broad shoulders, bulging arm muscles, and huge hands and feet. Dan's prison experiences told him the guy probably had a monster-sized cock as well. Dan controlled the fellow without delay. After a brief introduction, he said, "I have a lot to do. So I'll make this quick." Pushing was way faster than talking, so he switched to, 'Meet with Madam Wong, who owns Super Snips, the salon next door. Tell her "Mr. Dan says..." before you strike an equitable business deal with her. Agree to display some of your wares for sale in her shop. Exchange signage to promote each other's businesses. She needs porn magazines for customers to look at and videos to watch while they wait and while they get serviced. Some customers may buy what strikes their interest. If she makes a sale, she gets a cut. You will manage the stock and keep swapping in fresh material. Make sure to cater to a wide variety of tastes, more than just regular hetero porn. You know, various fetish stuff, like group sex, come swapping and swallowing, anal lesbian, gay bondage, maybe even some bestiality or other bizarre stuff, if you can lay your hands on it. There are always customers who do not know what they like until they are exposed to it.

'Wong wants a collection of sex toys available at every workstation. Each customer buys an initiation kit that shall include some padded lockable wrist and ankle restraints, a butt plug, an oral gag, and a coupon worth credit on magazines and DVDs. Both the gag and the plug should be penis-shaped. The gag should look like the tip of a fat black cock. Fat enough to force a jaw uncomfortably wide open during insertion, long enough to press lightly against the tonsils. The gags should have a tough, narrow bite stem to allow the jaw to re-close comfortably, locking the gag in and making it impossible to remove without help or free hands. It should be made of a spongy, form-fitting material that expands to fill the mouth and keeps the tongue confined. And the gag should keep the customer in a constant state of low-grade gag reflex, grooming customers for future deep-throat big cocks like yours. The stem should connect to a curved shield that conforms to the face and is shaped to look like a happy, smiling pair of luscious pink lips.

'The butt plugs will also be cock-shaped. They should be realistically textured and colored to look like a black man's erection. The first ones made available should be roughly the size of your own cock, but something readily available for order. After that, order only an exclusive custom run made from a silicone mold of your own erection. That way, you can imagine every Super Snips customer relaxing during treatment and masturbating at home with an exact duplicate copy of your cock up their ass. They need to have a thin stem for sphincter comfort and a base molded from your own balls to keep the tool safely embedded in the customer's asshole. Again, imagining hundreds of customers with a copy of your balls wedged between their ass cheeks will add further to your satisfaction in your relationship with Super Snips. Arrange for production of the gag/plug combo out quickly and order a large stock today. They must be available in quantity so that eventually hundreds of customers can buy them for home use and training. Wong also needs large pump jugs of sex lube located throughout the salon, including the check-in desk, the waiting area, and at each salon chair. A generous squirt of lubrication should always be within easy reach. Get some sort of oil-based lube in a nice feminine scent that won't dry out over prolonged use. Customers will want home-sized supplies. Restock as needed.'

'Wong also needs padded restraints installed on her chairs. Look the chairs over and work out something that will hold the chair's occupant's knees up, wide, and back but leave their feet free to wag about uselessly. The occupant's arms need to be pulled past their head and immobilized at their wrists and elbows so their chest, face, and armpits are exposed. Their lower back should be well supported in a gently curved posture with the pelvis cradled up so that the entire genital-crotch region clear past the tailbone is obscenely presented for thorough grooming, casual molesting, and unrestricted fucking. Their limbs should be inescapably restrained, but the customer's hips and pelvis should be free to hump back rigorously during sex. Add an articulated headrest and forehead strap so the customer can be forced to look in any direction for the duration of their confinement. Also, add some sort of side boards or stirrups to the sides of the chair so that a guest can comfortably squat over a male occupant and ride him like a horse.'

'Whatever you devise, it needs to be strong enough so even a big, muscly guy like you cannot break free. It must be adjustable to fit even the smallest woman, yet comfortable enough for confinement sessions that might last many hours. Be a good neighbor and help her out with that. She needs all eight current chairs modified immediately and at least a dozen replacements as the business builds out.

'Most likely, the current chairs cannot accommodate the requirements, so hire a competent welder to help with the design and construction of a whole new contraption. I've been gone a couple of years, but I used to know a top-notch machinist and welder in town. I think his name was Stefan or something. That guy could fabricate anything. I remember some mutual contacts. I'll see if I can find him and put you two in touch. If I remember right, Stefan's wife was a good seamstress. I will have her help with padding and upholstering that needs to take place. I'll make sure Stafan and his wife volunteer frequently to help you test the design.

'After you and Stefan finish the first prototype, test it at the salon by forcing one of the nail techs into the chair, restraining her, and fucking her. Those three Chinese girls are small enough to test your chair design for tiny body types. They will let you know through Madam Wong if the chair is comfortable. Then volunteer to be its second customer to verify inescapable security, genital access, and long-term comfort. Try your best to get free. Be prepared to spend a long afternoon in the chair because the girls won't let you up until they're done with you. Whatever the girls do to you during testing is OK. If you detect a problem with your design, modify it before proceeding. Each design iteration requires another full afternoon of testing on your part, which is an incentive to improve again and again. Once the design is complete and Wong's salon is fully outfitted, have Stefan build some more copies for sale in your shop.'

'Work as quickly as possible on the chairs without compromising quality. Wong needs results very soon. Perhaps some quick and dirty restraints could be devised for her current salon chairs while you work out a permanent solution. At any rate, once the restraints and magazines and videos are all in place, you are allowed to visit the salon as often as you like for personal gratification, several times per day, if that's what you want. Tell Madam Wong, "Mr. Dan says that as a business associate, I get to fuck any customer I want, whenever I want." She will allow it. If there is ever a problem, let me know. We'll strap her down and sort it out.

'Once the salon is in full operation, this is your modus operandi. Check your clothes at the door and swagger naked about the salon. Show off your physique and make sure everybody in the salon admires your handsome black erection. Individually examine every restrained customer before you pick out the one you want to fuck. Stand closely between each customer's legs, look them over carefully, leer at them, and intimidate them. Feel them up and molest them all. Freely masturbate to advertise your intentions. Always give each and every customer strapped to a chair a thorough licking before you choose. Pull up a stool and get comfortable. Regardless, male or female, feel free to explore the entire region from tailbone to belly button with your tongue. That means pussies, cocks, balls, and assholes are all now on the menu.

'Yes, Johnson, you are now an indiscriminate bisexual with a lifetime goal of fucking about the same number of men as women, as many different people as you can. Beauty and desirability are secondary to sheer numbers. I have no idea how many women you may have already bagged. You may need to fuck quite a few men to close in on parity. In the long run, once you've caught up, try to alternate between men and women on each visit, unless only one gender is available. Even if a truly stunning woman or well-endowed man is presented, fucking someone new is more important than fucking someone beautiful. There is one important exception: if you find any customer who still has fully grown pubic hair, this must be their first visit. You will always give any newcomers you encounter a rousing welcome to Super Snips that includes an extra long session of oral sex.

'Feel free to experiment with the entire spectrum of male and female anatomy, both yours and theirs. Your experiments will continue to be wide-ranging, although, over time, you will find certain activities more rewarding than others. Pussy remains your favorite hole to fuck. There is something splendid about a slick, velvety pussy gripping your cock and urging you on. Add to that some meaty, hard-nippled tits to play with. And soft feminine curves. Yes, fucking a woman is still the best. However, for oral sex, you now find kissing and licking a man's balls to be enormously exciting. Giving oral sex is far more rewarding than receiving it, hands down. The way a man twitches when you suck on his balls never fails to get you all revved up, making him hard to resist. When you do choose to fuck a man, your cock really enjoys the tightness of his asshole. Plus, you dig the power trip you get from taking a man's virginity, seeing the expression on his face, then pulling out at the last moment, masturbating over his restrained form, and shooting your full load of man cream all over his face and chest. Always use far more sex lube than is necessary. Slather it on thick. Tell Madam Wong to lick you clean when you are done. If you want to fuck another hole, you must lick all the customers again.

'Madam Wong may at times whore you out to a particular customer. When she does, she will receive a cut of the fee. It may be a customer who paid to feel your cock inside them. Or it may be a fellow guest who wants you strapped down for casual anal sex. Either way, never injure anybody you fuck at the salon. If I hear you hurt somebody, you will pay dearly. I'll flip it so you spend several hours a day on one of the chairs while every male customer is ordered to dump a load of come-up-your-ass.

'And lastly, one random day a month, single out Madam Wong. The first few times, tell her, "Mr. Dan says to hop up onto a chair so I can strap you down for your monthly fuck." Wong will probably curse at you in Chinese, so gag her to shut down any backtalk. Leave the mini skirt on and pull the halter top up off her tits. Then lube her up and fuck her hard. Break out the spurs and ride her mean. Hold off your orgasm and keep thrusting as long as you can. Grunt rude insults in her ear. When you come, make sure it's deep inside her cunt, as deep as you can reach with your cock. Remind her every time you fuck her what a slutty whore she is. Then, after you pull out, tell her it will happen again sometime next month. Tell the stylists she is to remain strapped down watching porn until the close of business that day. Since you control the video selections, you get to choose what nasty shit she watches that afternoon. Dig into your favorite stash, like that copy of multiple bisexual black men fucking a white woman. Or maybe some of those hard-to-find Asian snuff films.'

'After the first few fucks, revert to brazenly intimidating her without words. Tower over her, jostle her about, block her movements, and herd her into a chair like a doe being corralled for stud breeding. Spank her flanks a little, if necessary. Make sure she feels physically dominated. Then strap her down, gag her, and fuck the shit out of her. Always, when you are done using her, leave her there, restrained, for others to use. I leave it entirely up to you if you choose to fuck Wong more than once a month. I'll bet she'd love to get stuffed with your big cock once or twice a week.'

As complex as it was, the whole instruction set was downloaded in under 15 seconds. Dan closed the connection and left without saying goodbye. He entered the PC repair shop, which was located right next door to Super Snips. The place was named Gadget Repair. The front area was a disordered clutter of various electronic gear. One wall had a selection of newer-looking computers for sale. The rest were well-worn used PC's, TV's, and other junk kept for parts. No salesperson greeted him, but a voice called out from the repair area, "Can I help you?"

Dan wandered over to the counter. Two geeky-looking guys were surrounded by a tangle of oddball electronics. That ozone smell of hot equipment permeated the air. "Quite the place you have here," he remarked.

The guy said, "Ya, it's a bit of a mess. But we have parts for most any computer or entertainment system from the last twenty years. Or know where to get the parts."

"Do you build custom systems?"

"Ya maybe. What do you have in mind?"

The afternoon was flying by. He had a couple more errands before meeting Connie and Vee. So for speed, Dan switched to pushing, 'Super Snips needs a new video system installed. You two look like just the kind of nerds that can do it. This is what she needs. First, install a big flat-screen TV in the waiting area. Big as will fit, highest definition as they make, brightest colors available. Then wire it to one of those multi-disk video players, the kind that can switch between a bunch of disks, like 25 or more. Add a premium sound system that includes headset jacks in each stylist area. Install large high-definition monitors over each styling chair, all wired back to the main DVD player. Each one should be mounted low and angled so it fills the visual field of someone reclining in a chair. Every station also gets one of those VR headsets in case a customer pays for the upgrade.

'Install a pervasive video monitoring system throughout the salon. Make sure one camera records every person checking in with a nice, clear, identifiable face shot. Each chair gets a dedicated overhead camera to record everything that happens to the customers. More cameras should be strategically mounted to capture the general action of the whole salon. Even add several studio-quality cameras mounted on sturdy roll-around tripods so individual activities can be captured from multiple angles. All cameras should be connected to a server farm that records all the action. Everything recorded gets cataloged and backed up off-site on some sort of long-term media. Keep it well organized so that any customer visit from any date can be called up for reference, burned to disk for sharing, or uploaded to the internet for publishing.'

'Madam Wong wants to move to an online reservation system to cut down on phone interruptions. She is not very tech-savvy, so you will manage the whole system for her. Since you are right next door, you will house all the servers, recorders, and players here in your shop. Indulge yourselves with a few switchable monitors here so you can watch the antics taking place. Use only top-of-the line equipment. The system, once fully built out, will probably be quite expensive. I'll find a benefactor who will pay for it all. You will be well compensated for installing and running the equipment.'

'After the system is up and running, you two nerds can start accessing abundant pussy, all you could ever want. Just tell Madam Wong during negotiations, "Mr. Dan says that as an associate of the salon, I get to fuck as many girls as I want, any time I want." I'll have a talk with her to make sure it happens. Watch the check-in monitor to see when the exceptionally hot babies arrive. Get a key for both front and back doors from Madam Wong so you can slip in any time you want. Enjoy any woman you desire. Use her selfishly in either hole. Whoever you choose will be in no position to resist. Molest her all you like. You can touch, kiss, or lick any woman anywhere you want, although foreplay is not necessary. Awkward verbal banter is not required. You do not need to ask her out. No more dinner and an expensive show just to get an obligatory kiss at the end of the night. When you are done, you don't have to say thank you or pay her for the service. You can even avoid knowing their names if you want. Just uncomplicated pussy whenever you feel like it, multiple times a day, whenever your cock rises. Since you can access the online schedule, you can even know when your favorites are scheduled, saving you energy and time. Any men you see on chairs do not distract you, nor do they attract you. It's strictly pussy for you.'

'Old as she is, you both find Madam Wong to be quite sexy and desirable. While building out the video system, you will discover she cannot resist when a man orders her to suck him off. Feel free to give her a go. She really can't say no. Enjoy her mouth as often as you like throughout your business with her. Make a habit of ordering her to lick you clean after a customer fuck. On occasion, you may find Madam Wong strapped to one of the salon chairs. This will greatly excite you, and you will always fuck her when you find her like that. Express your enjoyment loudly. Call her a whore or any degrading insult you can think of. Make sure she knows you are indulging yourself at her expense. When you are done, smear more sex lube on her torso, neck, and crotch, then out onto her arms and legs. Then come back here and tag your teammate. Keep switching out the rest of the day, resting here at your shop as needed. Make it your goal to fuck her as many times as you can. You'll find Wong so exciting; it will be easy to get another hardon, although after that second fuck or so, you'll have to do a lot of humping to gain another orgasm. She'll be gagged. She may groan and weep. Pay that, no mind. It's an act for your benefit. The fact that she is having abundant orgasms means she is loving every bit.'

Dan tucked a business card in his wallet and left.

He needed some new wheels, so Dan cruised over to Broadway to find the BMW dealer. He found it right where he remembered it being. He pulled in and parked in the customer parking lot near the front door.

An eager salesman accosted him and said, "Hello, sir. My name is Javier. This is this year's model that you are driving. Are you interested in something else?"

Dan pushed a two-word image into the man that encapsulated how he wanted their interaction to go: 'Helpful service.' "I was just hired by Stone and Associates Law Firm. I get to pick out a new car as part of the job."

"Ah, yes, Miss Stone. All of our corporate accounts are handled by Joanna. She is at her desk, and I believe she is free right now. This is Miss Stone's car, right?"

"Yes, that's her car. Return it to her office. Give her the keys." Dan tossed him the keys and switched to a push: 'Report immediately to the law offices of Stone and Associates. Tell whoever is the receptionist to get a message through that you have a package for Ms. Stone from a Mr. Williams to be delivered privately in her office. You may have to wait a bit, but I guarantee she will see you. Once you are alone with her, say only these two words to her: Bitch Fuck. Say it in a low, demanding voice, like giving a direct order. She will immediately offer herself for sex. You will get your hardon as soon as you enter the reception area. Stay hard the whole time you wait. By the time you see her bent over her desk you will be agitated and eager to fuck. Indulge her without delay by zipping down your fly, grabbing her hips, and shoving your cock all the way to the hilt. Then hold tight at full insertion and come inside her. She will spin up and join you in orgasm. Dump your full load inside her. Continue to hold tight at full insertion without humping for another minute or two. Use your weight to keep her pinned down. Use a free hand to mash her face against the desk. Enjoy her wetness, making sure your balls are completely drained. Then pull out, zip your pants, and leave without saying goodbye or even acknowledging her presence. Remember, only one thrust for insertion, orgasm immediately, then hold on tight for two more minutes. Additional humping is forbidden."

Javier blinked after catching the keys. Without hesitating, without notifying his boss of the unexpected errand, without arranging for a return ride, he hopped behind the wheel and left the lot.

Dan smiled to himself and filed that one away for future use. He named it: 'Go Bitch Fuck Barbara Stone'.

Joanna had a desk in an open cubicle like all the other salesmen. She was a sexy brunette with a nice rack, an eye-catching dress, and way too much makeup. After inserting: 'Personable, Professional,' Dan introduced himself. "Hello Joanna. My name is Daniel Williams. I've just been taken on as a partner at the Stone law firm. I am here to pick out my new car."

Joanna beamed. These corporate sales were such easy money. She stood to offer her hand in greeting, "Hello, Mr. Williams. I can most certainly help you with that. Please have a seat."

Dan looked around the open showroom environment. There was no privacy to be had. Too bad, he spied out her excellent top and allowed his gaze to wander down to her equally excellent ass. 'Ya,' he thought. 'I'd tap that.' Only it came out as a firm push, which included an image of one thrust of his cock timed with 'tap'.

Joanna blushed. She was used to men eyeing her body, especially in this job. Fetching dresses improved sales. Usually, she smiled politely and took it, trying her best to ignore it. Somehow, this man's gaze made her whole body flush. She immediately thought of sex--sex with Dan, sex right there at her desk while customers and salesmen watched. Her breathing quickened. Out of the blue, she imagined a penetrating thrust from Dan. He relented his push after that one stroke, and she fought through the rush of feelings, forcing her mind back to the job, thinking she had controlled it. She quickly sat and hid behind her desk.

Dan said, "Miss Stone wasn't too specific. I think I'd like that one right there." He pointed to a midnight blue two-seater convertible on the showroom floor. Not a BMW, some other European brand.

Joanna nodded. "Yes, that one's a beauty, isn't she? She's packed with options: top-of-the-line entertainment system, hand-tooled leather interior, exotic hardwood dash, GPS navigation, lane tracking and collision avoidance, factory engine mods, and sport-tuned suspension. Unfortunately, she costs well over two hundred and fifty thousand. Ms. Stone only approves cars in the fifty to eighty range."

It irked Dan to be told no, so he leaned harshly on the hapless salesgirl. "Oh, she'll approve whatever I want. I had to take her to task for some legal dealings that didn't work out so well. Now she owes me for my trouble." He rammed a collage of images into Joanna's mind, all close-up intimate images of him and Barbara fucking in obscene positions. Scores of carnal encounters occuring in every position imaginable and in every hole. Sex on chairs, bathtubs, floors, toilets, restaurant tables, car hoods, park benches, motel beds, sales counters, locker rooms, sandy desert floors, then settling onstage in a crowded topless bar while drunken men cheered and threw wadded-up twenty-dollar bills. Heavy bondage themes wove in and out and back in again. Many of the images portrayed considerable pain, discomfort, and humiliation on Barbara Stone's part. All the images were saturated with the unappealing impression that the situation did not go in Stone's favor and that Barbara was neither a willing participant nor a happy one.

The entire overlay was done in under two seconds. Dan then pushed the thought that poor Joanna most certainly did not want to be treated that way and that he could and would if she didn't cooperate. Joanna shuddered in revulsion at the sexual imagery she had just processed. She definitely did not want that to happen to her--relentless abusive sex against her will, all holes, all hours of the day and night. She squirmed in her seat, looking for words: "I, uh... You, m-my, uh.... Yes, sir, when would you want to pick it up?"

"I need it now. Get a crew to pull it off the floor."

Joanna popped out of her chair and hustled over to the manager at the far end of the showroom. Despite her sense of urgency, the manager seemed to be questioning what he was being asked. Dan didn't know if his power would work at this distance. He sent a single word: 'Submit.'

The manager glanced at Dan and immediately changed his tune. He personally supervised the group of employees it took to open the double glass doors, move other cars out of the way, and extract Dan's new car. The manager sent one of the men back to the shop to prep the car for delivery. They detailed the interior, topped off the gas tank, and ran it through the car wash.

While they waited, Dan, Joanna, and the manager filled out the necessary paperwork, transferring ownership to Dan. Any payment paperwork was collected for delivery to Stone's law offices. Soon Dan sat at the wheel of his new car, while a nervous Joanna sat in the passenger seat, giving him a tour of the controls. While Dan and Joanna's conscious thinking focused on the car, Dan's subconscious mind linked up with and took control of her subconsciousness. All the previous Barbara Stone rape images were flash-burned into her long-term memory, reinforced by a wide set of all the new Dom/Sub images placed there by Dan. Unlike the deliberate awareness Dan had used during the car negotiations, these new images would surface as vague memories, persistent images that would be fleshed out in real time by fantasy processing.

Dan's subconscious also seared an obscene masturbation theme into her mind, one she would perseverate on whenever she fingered herself from now on, rather like that long-ago top 40 song you can't quite remember the words to but whose melody you can't seem to stop processing. Any future spank fantasies Joanna would weave would be dominated by the imprinted memories now dwelling in her subconscious mind. This sexual theme would also add color and demeanor to her nighttime dreams, so she would wake up to those sorts of thoughts every morning. All the imagery injected by Dan was accompanied by the general feeling of dislike that Dan held for Barbara Stone. That dislike was spiced with spite and contempt. By the time the dashboard tour was done, Joanna hated Barbara Stone every bit as much as Dan.

Satisfied with the tour (and completely unaware that his subconscious mind had infected her Freudian id), Dan decided his captive Joanna would be the new Super Snips first customer. Returning to conscious control, he constructed a complex push, using her as the test case. He began with a harsh, triple overlay of 'OCM, OCM, OCM!' where the overwhelming emphasis was on the irresistibly compulsive nature of the obsession, the pleasure illusive. Joanna lost track of the fact that she was sitting in a car with a customer. Her right hand pulled her hemline up and settled between her legs. Joanna's jaw went slack, and her eyes lost focus.

Dan's continued instructions became a silent directive: 'From now on, always get your haircuts and body shaves at Super Snips Salon at Thunderbird Plaza. Madam Wong requires online appointments for all treatments. Pick a slot when you have extra time after the haircut to relax and enjoy the ambiance. Arrive early if you can; you'll want to spend as much time as you can on one of their uniquely appointed salon chairs. The base cost is a hundred bucks for a body shave and haircut. Additional chair time is normally free unless prepaid premium services are being performed on you. Every new customer buys an initiation kit for several hundred more. Always bring cash, and always bring your kit to future appointments.

As soon as you arrive, before you even sign in, you will remove all your clothes and stow them in your kit bag. If you forget to bring the bag and its contents for future appointments, buy another. They make great advertising for the shop. If this is your first visit to Super Snips, you will also read and sign a comprehensive legal waiver for shop records. Subsequent visits just sign the logbook. While you wait, you'll find that you really enjoy paging through the magazines and watching the video entertainment that Super Snips has assembled. You are also allowed to watch other customers get their treatments, as long as you do not interfere with the stylists. On some occasions, you may have sex with another customer. This is perfectly acceptable to you, and you will comply with any order given.'

'You will feel a change come over you as soon as you step into Super Snips. Most importantly, your sexual drive will kick into high gear, and you will become deliciously horny. All your sexual inhibitions will dissolve. You'll become fully casual about the pervasive sex and nudity at Super Snips and completely comfortable with how your naked body compares to the other customers. Publicly masturbating in the presence of other customers will be an unavoidable consequence of your new OCM directive. Seeing the other customers masturbate will reinforce your own activity, so openly pleasuring yourself will become shameless and natural at Super Snips. You will long for that freedom when you are anywhere else. Beyond masturbation, you will become completely at ease with anything else you see or experience at Super Snips.'

'In your appointment, you'll be getting a hair and facial makeover and a total body shave. Every hair, from the neck down, will be shaved clean. It can be precarious to shave with a sharp razor near your tender body parts. So to keep you from moving and getting a nick, the salon chairs are fitted with restraints. You will be excited at the idea of being strapped down and eager for your turn. You'll hop onto your assigned chair without hesitation and present your arms and legs. Cooperate. Make it easy for your stylist to immobilize you. Your stylist is performing delicate work and cannot afford distraction. The stylist will inquire about your next scheduled commitment immediately after your appointment, what additional services you are buying, and how much free time you have available. Then she will insert a gag in your mouth. You will open your mouth wide and accept whatever device the stylist uses on you. Any other sex toy or salon appliance your stylist uses on you is completely acceptable.'

'Once you are restrained in a chair, your personality becomes fully receptive to whatever happens to you. You will be held in a posture where all of your sensitive erogenous zones are exposed, unable to avoid or resist any sexual act or molestation from anybody. Your private sexual anatomy becomes public property, positioned for easy access, and available for anyone to use at will. If any inhibitions were to remain, they would become immaterial since there would be nothing you could do about it. The phrase "relax and enjoy it" becomes your mantra, and you will enjoy every minute. The hair stylist assigned to you is in total control, and the rest of the staff will assist her in any way she needs. They are professionals, and you are a mere customer.

'Customers have only three responsibilities: to arrive on time, to bring adequate cash, and to obey all instructions from staff. Once you present your arms and legs for binding, you lose all choice in the situation. You will remain readily accessible for sexual exploitation until a member of staff sees fit to release you. Should you state at a Friday afternoon appointment that your next expected appearance is at work Monday morning, there is a very real possibility you could spend an entire weekend on that chair, getting fucked by a parade of men and women, all total strangers to you. You will be given food and water as needed, plus the occasional high colonic to keep things from getting too messy. If, by chance, you were left alone for the night, even your dreams would be hijacked by the constant stream of pornography commanding your visual field and broadcast into your headphones. That helpless, captive consumption of endless sexual stimulation is exactly what you go to Super Snips to experience--the fulfillment of a lifelong secret desire. Don't worry. Any time spent strapped to a chair after your original appointment is never charged at the hourly rate. After-hours bondage is always free.'

'If anyone besides Super Snips staff touches you, it will be under the direct supervision of Madam Wong and her employees. Such molestation may include various dildos, toys, and sex aids being used on you or inserted into you. Or it could involve penetration sex with one or more men. Again, you want and expect this. On certain occasions, a special guest may visit the salon. Guests pay Madam Wong handsomely for salon access. A guest will normally examine all restrained customers to decide which one appeals to him or her. If he or she selects you, the guest is allowed to fuck you in the manner of his or her choice. This will be a cause for great celebration for you, like winning the lottery. The guest is choosing to fuck you over all the other helpless customers. It will bring you enormous pride and saturate your dreams and fantasies for weeks. You may be somewhat disappointed if some appointments go by without getting fucked. Any unfulfilled lust for bondage sex will only whet your desire for more and more sessions at Super Snips and guide your activities with sex partners out in the wild.'

'Super Snips has a variety of other services to offer. It is entirely your own choice if you decide to use any of those services. None of them will be performed on you without your consent. Those options include things like genital piercing, permanent hair removal, extreme orifice stretching, or intimate tattoos. All optional treatments cost more and may require separate appointments. See Madam Wong if you have any special requests. For the right fee, she can accommodate almost any fantasy you are interested in.'

'After your treatments, you will remain strapped to your salon chair. Your stylist will have quizzed you on when you need to be somewhere else or how much chair time you have paid for. A timer will show you and the staff how much more time you have before you are free. If there are no other customers waiting for your chair, you will be left there, restrained, and sexually available until your available time is up or some other customer has rented your chair, whichever is first. Video entertainment will help keep you in the proper mood. Any salon guest or member of staff is invited to molest you at their leisure. In addition to that, every male customer is required to fuck one other customer immediately upon arrival. The longer you remain restrained, the greater your odds of successfully receiving a nice hard cock during your visit.'

'As soon as you are released, you will be allowed a few moments to pick out a few magazines or toys to buy before leaving. From now forward, you will only wear the special pink underwear printed with the Super Snips logo. So you will need to buy what you can afford at each appointment until your underwear drawer is replaced. Like all the other customers, you will have received a copy of the gag/butt-plug pair for home use. It is forbidden to insert the butt plug in your ass at home. This rule is to keep your asshole tight and pleasurable for your anal sex partners. Your home copy of the butt plug is for oral training. It may take time, but you will learn to master your gag reflex. Practice regularly with the long, fat dildo. When you are home alone, your personal copy of OCM reverts to OCDS, which stands for Obsessive Compulsive Dildo Swallower. Or, if you have access to a real one, Obsessive-Compulsive Dick Sucker. Successfully deep-swallowing a dildo or cock will give you orgasms. Once you've learned to properly sword swallow, you will be happily available for deep throat sucking any cock that wants it.

'If you are not monogamous, then you are allowed and even encouraged to hook up with other customers. So go ahead and pair up with other customers after your appointment. Either sex will do, as you are now an indiscriminate bisexual. Also, physical attractiveness is not an issue when hooking up with fellow Super Snips customers, so go ahead and enjoy casual sex with fat and ugly men and women. Remember, all your Super Snips hookups are as hot and horny as you are. What perversions you pursue on your own time is your own business. Long-term relationships are less attractive than they used to be. You'll find any hookups with other Super Snips customers mutually dissolve after a few weeks of great fucks, at the most a couple of months, leaving you happily hungry for a different customer.'

'Since you now find body hair disgusting on both your own body as well as that of your fuck buddies, co-dependent shaving is a routine part of these relationships. You will dutifully strive to keep the bodies of all your sex partners smooth and free of hair, including any sex partners who are not Super Snips customers. Shaves will happen at least daily, if not more often. You normally ask someone else--your spouse, roommate, or lover--to perform your shaves on you. You could even hook up with other Super Snips customers just to trade body shaves. Despite all the practice, you will never be fully satisfied with your non-Salon results. You will always return to Super Snips, eager for your next treatment.'

'As a female customer, the environment at Super Snips and the treatments you receive will make you feel more feminine than ever before. You will enjoy an endless string of great orgasms. Those orgasms will start with your masturbating as soon as you enter the salon. The very act of climbing onto a salon chair will make you come one more time as each buckle closes. Then, with your precious cunt and asshole obscenely presented, even the briefest molestation brings you another raging orgasm. Being defenseless and unable to avoid sexual assault only adds to your sexual excitement and makes your orgasms easier, more frequent, and more intense. All the things that happen to you--the hand jobs, the oral stimulation, the dildoes, the occasional fuck, and of course, the long, luxurious body shave--all keep you teetering on the knife edge of sexual ecstasy.'

Dan dismissed Joanna with a directive: 'Go directly to the ladies room and masturbate.'

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Joanna scurried off to find the bathroom, desperate for immediate gratification. Her manager tried to catch her attention to congratulate her on the high-dollar sale, but she rushed by him, head down, her full focus on keeping her hands under control. She sat on a toilet, and her soaking wet panties made a splat on the floor. She scrubbed her cunt rigorously while her newly programmed subconscious mind produced a jumbled pornographic collage of Mr. Williams raping Barbara Stone relentlessly: hump, hump, hump, hump,...

It took a bit, but eventually the scrambled images coalesced around a single scene. Naked Barbara Stone was bent forward, tangled up in a barbed wire fence, while Mr. Williams fucked her from behind. The induced fantasy included multiple views of the action from different angles, all perceived simultaneously, yet explicitly experienced in the third person. The wire wrapped around Stone's arms and legs, keeping her knees pulled wide and her ass protruding out behind her--an easy target. Tears flowed from Stone's eyes, and her hair and makeup were a mess. This vision rising out of Joanna's subconscious mind included an extreme close-up of Mr. Williams' cock sliding in and out of Stone's cunt.

Joanna smiled as she imagined Barbara Stone getting sexually abused. She realized she had never liked the prissy bitch. The way she flaunted her money, looking down her nose at people, being overly picky about stupid details, and always changing her mind at the last minute. All the usual power play bullshit. It was about time someone put her in her place. Joanna leaned back, enjoying the activity going on between her thighs. The stroking of her palm against her cunt matched the pace of imaginary Dan's fucking. She paused long enough to switch hands and realized that in her fantasy, Dan had also paused humping, continuing as soon as her other hand was in place. Which gave Joanna an idea.

She slowed the pace between her legs, and imaginary Dan slowed at the same time. She sped up, and so did her imaginary Dan. Joanna paused, and imaginary Dan stilled with his cock shoved balls deep in fantasy Stone's cunt. She grasped the implications immediately: she was in control of imaginary-Dan's actions. Resuming, she found that the harder she scrubbed her cunt, the harder imaginary-Dan fucked fantasy-Stone. 'Spank her,' she thought, and imaginary Dan did, several times, hard on the ass. 'OK, slap the fucking bitch!' Imaginary Dan reached out and smacked Fantasy Stone on the side of her head. Fantasy Stone only gurgled in response. 'Again!' and imaginary Dan complied.

Joanna needed to come, so she concentrated her efforts on her cunt with strong, hard strokes. Imaginary Dan thrust rigorously, and Fantasy Stone's body lurched forward with each stroke. Fantasy-Stone's tits suddenly grew way bigger than real life. They flopped and bounced around. This hard-fuck went on for several long minutes. Given how horny she felt, satisfaction was taking a surprising amount of effort, teetering right at the edge, unable to step over the brink. Getting desperate, Joanna kept at it, scrubbing, scrubbing, and scrubbing some more. One by one, the fantasy images faded into the background as the singular image of cock hammering pussy expanded forward, saturating her five senses. Bang, bang, bang, over and over. Unable to stop, more minutes went by. Finally, she and her avatar rapist orgasmed at the same time. July Fourth fireworks went off in her pleasure centers. All of them. It had been many months since she had had an orgasm this satisfying. Perhaps years.

As the powerful orgasm resolved itself, Joanna opened her eyes to the drab walls of the toilet and its filthy floor, the knuckles of her left hand in her mouth to suppress screaming out, and her right hand cupped possessively over her cunt. She grinned, both from the excellent orgasm she had given herself and from the guilty pleasure of what she had just done to Barbara Stone. It was just a private fantasy, she told herself. No one had gotten hurt. No one but her would ever know. Joanna felt really fuckin' good right now. Healthy. Content. Complete. Joanna resolved right then and there that she would be doing this a lot from now on. It was her turn. She had kissed Stone's ass so many times while negotiating car deals. Now she was going to fuck that bitch in the ass.

Dan's subconscious had inadvertently left Joanna locked into the experience, unable to visualize herself as the top or the bottom, always the third-person observer or director, her libido hungry for more. The scenes, the positions, and the implements of bondage would change and evolve. Sure, Joanna would, from time to time, masturbate about other fantasies. And she would have plenty of easy orgasms during sex with real partners. But in order to complete a masturbation sequence that included coming, she would have to resort to imagining Stone's naked body splayed out in some sort of bondage and herself in control of Mr. Williams' penetrating hardon. Over time, these spank images would become more bizarre, the details more clear, the masturbation more compelling, and the orgasms more addictive.

Joanna had just made so much money selling Mr. Williams an expensive car that she could afford a little more time away from her desk. She closed her eyes and conjured up a new predicament for the beautiful, bitchy Barbara Stone. She imagined Stone on her back on a nice, plush bed. Stone's wrists and ankles were all attached to the headboard, leaving her body exposed and vulnerable. A narrow, sculpted wedge under her back supported her spine in a gentle curve and cradled her pelvis up, presenting her bald pussy and her tight asshole for easy access. Satin sheets, soft pillows, and padded restraints made sure Stone was cozy and comfortably secured for long-term abuse. In this current fantasy, Stone had been pinned here, getting repeatedly pegged for three days and counting. Stone whimpered pathetically, begging for mercy she would not receive. A ball gag materialized between her teeth, and heavy iron rings appeared pierced through her fat nipples. Mr. Williams crawled onto the bed: hard, strong, eager,... angry. This was his fourth round today, and it was still mid-morning. Joanna's augmented imagination had given him a huge cock, big enough to make a horse blush. Plus a giant pair of come-filled balls to match.

Alone in a locked bathroom, Joanna smiled and nodded yes. The fresh stink on her fingertips made her eyes roll up. She pulled her knees wider and humped her pelvis in excitement. Her middle finger found her clitoral area and began twitching.

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There were two car salesmen loitering about. Dan pushed, 'Step closer.'

Dan understood that, up until now, he had only turned women into 'obsessive-compulsive masturbators'. So he ginned up an alternate version that kept the basic outcomes intact but took into account the different anatomies and physiologies of male genitalia. He used it harshly on the two salesmen: 'OCM, OCM, OCM!'

He then inserted a male version of the shaving push he had just done for Joanna. All of it was deliberately identical except for the last paragraph: 'As a male customer, the treatments you receive at Super Snips bring you enormous sexual pleasure. After stripping and signing in, you will select a random lottery ball from the bowl. You will lube up and fuck whoever is in that numbered chair, be it male or female. Fuck your victim hard, making sure he or she comes before you. You are welcome and invited to molest the customer you are fucking. Go ahead, grope, stroke, kiss, or lick. Do whatever you want to your victim; just be sure no actual injuries occur. Remember, you will soon be strapped down yourself. So treat other customers the way you want to be treated yourself. When you're done, climb onto your assigned chair if available, spread your legs, and stroke your meat while you wait for a stylist to strap you down. If your reserved chair is not available, stroll around and ogle the other customers while you wait. Touching is forbidden unless under the direct supervision of staff. You only get to fuck one hole per customer visit. Unlike the ladies, being restrained does not get you off; it only makes you harder.'

'Allowing the stylist to immobilize you, freely giving her absolute authority over you and your genitals, is an expression of trust in her. Giving up your autonomy, even for a short period, provides you with an escape from the responsibilities of being a male. No longer do you need to be the aggressor, the one in control of the situation. There is no need to woo or seduce a partner for sex. Once you are immobilized, you become the sex object, and the sex will come to you.'

'You will find that on a scheduled shave day, you will not be able to come on your own. You can masturbate all you want, but you will not have any satisfaction. Hand jobs from a stylist are, in fact, highly pleasurable, but they still do not make you come. Only when giving or receiving penetration sex can you come. When a mouth, a pussy, or an asshole envelopes your cock, its owner must want you to come, and you will comply. And of course, taking cock up your ass always makes you come.'

Dan packaged those two programs into a single glyph. This glyph would unpack itself according to the self-identified gender of the recipient, regardless of their gender at birth. Dan would never have to decide which one to use on the fly. Both men and women would receive full knowledge of how the opposite sex had been programmed. Anyone who cared to analyze it would then know that they themselves had been mysteriously programmed yet powerless to resist. He labeled it 'Body Shave at Super Snips'.

As Dan drove off, he read out loud the address for Madam Wong's house from the note she had passed. As it came up on the display, he vaguely remembered that part of toen. He could afford to swing by to visit Mr. Wong. It should only take a minute or so to properly adjust his attitude. Most importantly, Dan wanted to be sure Mr. Wong was simpatico with his wife regularly sucking and fucking customers and associates at Super Snips. More than OK with it, Wong would be genuinely proud that his wife was a common whore and extra horny whenever she came home with another man's seed inside her. It was all part of a prostitute's job, and her salon made a lot of money. And he wanted Mr. Wong to be in full command tonight when the four naked 'Happy Horny Oriental Sex Objects' crawled into bed with him, their tiny little hands touching and clutching, their high, soft voices cooing and giggling.

Dan had a few ideas to help Mr. Wong get started--some nasty things Wong could do to his private fuck toys. Dan wanted to give Mr. Wong a few dozen ideas about some truly obscene things Wong would order the hot little nail techs to do to Mrs. Wong while his erection recovered. He wanted Mr. Wong to have the calloused attitude needed to enjoy all the humiliating antics performed for his benefit. And lastly, Dan wanted Wong to experience his wife's new business model firsthand, so he would give Wong permanent special-guest status to use any time he liked, plus a compulsion for his own once a month 'Body Shave at Super Snips', free of charge, of course.