Dr. Jolene Ch. 07

CHAPTER 7: WILLING SUBMISSIVE

I heard the noise downstairs. Men moving around the kitchen, closing cupboards and drawers, laughing, and talking. That wouldn't be normal. The house is so large normal sounds don't carry well, but the house was otherwise quiet and I really hadn't slept all that well. I slept but with anticipation and suppressed excitement like a child before Christmas, or a bride before her wedding, or four people with high sexual appetites who had been on a four day abstinence. And this was the day. This was the day it ended.

I jumped out of bed, used my bathroom and checked myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. After washing my face and brushing out my long hair, I caught myself smiling back in the mirror. I had imposed the four days without any form of sex while their bodies adjusted to the formulation they were given. Those four days hadn't only limited them but me, as well. That smile grew larger knowing all that would change today. My nipples were hard nubs on my breasts and I slipped a finger between my thighs. I watched it slide over my cleanly shaved pussy. Of course, I was wet, why did I even wonder?

I took the thin silk robe off the hook on the back of the door and pulled it over me. Everyone loved this robe. It was so short it barely covered my ass and pussy. It was made with very little overlap so my movements caused it to gap liberally at top and bottom and the thin cord at the waist seemed to have been designed to slip unless it was knotted ... and I never knotted it. The material was so thin it gave an impression of the areola underneath but the shape of the nipple was clearly indicated.

I cinched the robe around me and briskly walked out of my bedroom barefoot bouncing down the stairs, my 34D breasts bouncing with each step as if they were sharing their own eagerness for the day, but also loosened the cord before I reached the bottom. Tightening the robe, again, I turned into the kitchen area to find my three men. I stood quietly to take in the scene and how they have changed me ... and are still changing me.

I am Dr. Jolene Trent, a PHD scientist/researcher originally working at Washburn Pharmaceuticals specializing pharmaceuticals, genetics, and medicine. I am white and 33 years old with a trim, athletic body on a 5' 4", 110 pound frame. My breasts are 34D cups. My hair is long and dark brown. I essentially left the company, at least physically, to do my own research and development in a laboratory Mr. Washburn provided for me on his estate. My work has become largely sexual in nature and highly classified, even within the company.

The men at the table are all in their boxers and all have remarkable bodies, in my mind, but one of them stands out easily from the others. Stanley Washburn is the white, 68 year old CEO and majority owner of Washburn Pharmaceuticals, Inc. He is in very good shape for his age with only a small pouch on his stomach. He has a full head of silver hair on his 5' 10", 180 pound frame.

The other two men are black ... big, solid, and dark black. Robert is 6' 4" and 220 pounds of solid, muscled man. James is nearly the same but a little larger. He is 6' 6" and 250 pounds. They are both in their mid-30's and primarily Mr. Washburn's drivers and security but since my arrival at the estate their assignment has included me. Their chests and backs are massive, their arms the size of my legs, and their legs ... God, they are just beasts. But, not really beasts, at least not with me and Mr. W. They both played professional football, defensive end and linebacker, and have not gained much fat since.

Our little group had evolved in such an intimate way that four days of abstinence might be unthinkable but for the benefit at the end. Being 'available' to these men wasn't just some playful application of living together. I flaunted it to encourage it. At night, I often wore sheer negligees to dinner and always wore them casually during the evening as we talked, read, or whatever. Underneath my lab coat I was often naked with several buttons undone. I never wore a swimsuit in the pool and my outfits while working out in our gym were specifically purchased to display as much of my body as possible. I enjoyed following direction from the men and I loved what they did to me in the process.

No, there was a very deliberate reason for all of us to hold to abstinence for four whole days. And, the anticipation of it ending was on all our minds ... and coursing through our bodies. My nipples were hard and my pussy was lubricated and I fully expected three hard cocks waiting around the table, all in anticipation. Four days ago, I had injection each of them with my newly developed penis enlargement formulation. The formulation acted with the existing tissue to naturally stimulate further growth. During the period of enlargement, I didn't want the organ to also deal with the stimulation of sexual activity and especially climax.

I entered the kitchen and went directly to the coffee. I took my coffee to the remaining chair, took a pastry from the tray, and lightly asked, "Morning, guys. Anything interesting on the agenda, today?"

Robert put his mug down with a sharp impact on the table, "Funny, Jo ... you know what today is. It's been four days ... as it turned out ... four very long and trying days." They had started calling me 'Jo' as if a two-syllable name needed to be shortened to a single syllable. I had long since shortened Mr. Washburn to a single 'W' but I couldn't get rid of the 'Mr.' part.

James muttered, "I didn't know four days could seem so long."

I reached out and placed my hands on theirs, "Don't think it has been easy on me. I don't know about any of you, but I didn't get much sleep last night thinking about today." They all nodded, even Mr. W. Before all this started, he had been having performance issues and it had been years since he could achieve an erection strong enough for penetration, much less climax. Now, he was like the other two, lamenting that it has been four days since he was in one of my holes.

I told them I was curious so I would measure their cocks hard. As shown in the test group, each achieved about a 33 percent increase in size. Robert and James's cocks increased from 10 to about 13-inches. Mr. W's increase was from 6 1/2 to about 9 inches. Damn! And I thought they were big before.

Mr. W got our attention. "There is something I want to follow-up with Jolene before we lose control of our day. I know we are all excited to make-up for the past four days of abstinence and, by the looks of her nipples poking through, so is our dear Jolene." Mr. W saw no need to shorten my name. All eyes came to me and I blushed. I was as desperate for relief as they were. The guys went quiet. Their eyes focused on me as Mr. W's had. He was peering at me intently and I could tell what was to follow was of some importance.

"For some time now, you have willingly accepting the formulation which I told you would allow you to put away you natural need for control and analysis of situations and the relationships you encounter. The effect of presenting that formulation has, I think, been effective in releasing you to accept what is put in front of you to a very large degree. But, not entirely. You've been allowed to be more compliant, but not too compliant, and certainly not submissive. You wanted to experience it but not too much so. Do you see now that your personality, your need for control and analysis, was the biggest thing getting in your way to experience what you wanted and couldn't achieve?"

I knew where this was going. Before, he talked about a tweaking of the formation I had received with a booster shot regularly given since. Those earlier comment had caused me to think about all of this, what I have experienced, what my life is like, and where I would like me life to go from here. What would I change, if I could? What would I want to keep, if possible? His earlier comment had allowed me the time to be prepared for this moment. And, I was. Prepared and committed.

"That formulation has opened a whole world to me, sir. Before I thought I knew what I wanted, but I had no real idea. Now, I see better what there is to have. Still, though, I am only beginning to see and I want to experience more. I thought finding some men to make love to me was what I needed, but it wasn't. I've now experienced raw animal sex and it is wonderful, thrilling, and consuming. Yes, I know now that while I control things, I will never truly have the experiences I want. I don't want to go back, sir."

He was all smiles, but I could see there was much more. "Excellent. So, releasing you has opened you to what you have desired." I nodded. "And, you desire even more than you have now experienced." I nodded more firmly to show him my complete agreement. "So, it would stand to reason you need to be released from your old way even more, doesn't it?"

I hesitated. He was giving me a problem of progression. If this, then that. "Yes, sir, I agree."

He smiled, "Some women have the need to be submissive, my dear, to be controlled and led, in order to finally realize the total sexual being buried deep within them. You are that kind of woman, aren't you?" I shyly nodded. "Your problem has always been to get yourself out of your own way so that woman inside you, that fully sexual woman you truly are, could come out, could exist in the flesh."

"I see that now, sir. Over these months I have seen that to be true. I have experienced big cock, you three separately, and at the same time. I have been gangbanged by big cocks and sucked many cocks of strangers. I have loved it all, sir."

His hands moved to a hard case on the table I hadn't noticed before. He opened it to show two syringes. "One syringe contains the booster you have been experiencing. The other syringe is ... think of it as a booster to your booster. It will act on the same parts of your brain but suppressing those impulses to control and analyze your actions to an even greater degree sexually."

He looked into my eyes but they dropped lower. I glanced down to find one of my hands fondling a breast while the other was between my legs. My thin robe was hanging open. I blushed but my hands remained where they were. I had already admitted, confessed, accepted that I wanted to experience more than what I already have. I wasn't even sure I could conceive of what that might be, but I wanted it. And, I already accepted that I needed help to release myself to it.

"If you agree, Jolene, we will bring those needs and desire within you and expose them for all to see and enjoy. Did you hear the minor, little difference?" I looked at him confused. "Before, I said the formula would release you to experience the pleasure you sought. Now, this modified formulation will expose the true sexual woman within you to receive pleasure through your GIVING pleasure. It will be that by giving yourself to other that you will experience pleasure." I shuddered and my hand dug into my breast flesh. He continued, "Understand, you will not be just more compliant to ideas and suggestions, you will become submissive to the three men before you. You will still maintain some control while being submissive to us. You have already shown a willingness, this will cement that. You can expect that you will crave the need to submit to our wishes and desires, wanting to do whatever you can to please us. That is what I meant by taking a big step."

Damn right it's a big step, but one I already felt a desire to take. But, what of my work? I asked him.

He chuckled, "That will be unaffected, Dr. Trent." He smiled reassuringly with the use of my professional identifier. "You will always retain the ability to differentiate the right from wrong, morality issues, and what becomes too much. It is our hope and desire for you that you will always have the faith in us to maintain control of every situation to allow you to relinquish your control. But you will still have it within you. If and when you might decide to stop this booster and return to the other or stop altogether, will be within you to decide. Likewise, your ability to be the researcher/developer you have been will still be a prominent part of you. You are too brilliant of a scientist to lose that."

I smiled broadly and looked at the other two, then back to Mr. W, "I trust you three, you know that. I trust you completely. I want to experience the kind of pleasure that comes solely from the singular focus of pleasuring others in the way they desire. I want to take this step ... this big step."

He took up a syringe. I pushed my chair back and dropped my robe. I walked to his side. He reached up to cup each breast, then his hand went between my thighs. I spread my legs further to allow easier access. "You are excited by this, aren't you?" I nodded. "Where would you like it?"

I responded instinctively, "It is not up to me to decide that, sir. Put it where you want."

He smiled and twirled his finger to indicate that I turn around. Now I smiled, bent over and gave him my butt. He used a wipe, then poked the needle through the skin of my butt and I felt the liquid being injected into me. He pressed on the spot for a moment, then patted my butt. I straightened and kissed him on the mouth. I then went to Robert and James, giving them a deep kiss and remained by them while they felt my breasts and pussy. I was then directed to stand where I had been sitting so they could all visually enjoy my body.

Mr. W nodded to the guys. They tag teamed the next comments: "The boss, as much as he will take pleasure in all this, is maybe less inclined to really push your limits and efforts. So, he's left it to us to establish some expectations for you to begin with." "These expectations may be modified, eliminated, or be added to as we go forward." I nodded expectantly. "You should be feeling the change very quickly." Indeed, it felt like the blood coursing through my body carried a warm surge with a tingling sensation.

They then listed rules that should be in my mind going forward:

• I am to always refer to them as 'Sir'. I may be referred to as slut, cunt, bitch, or my given name. All will be considered appropriate and hould respond to any as such.

• When with any of them at the estate, a private party, or any other place they direct me, I am not to wear panties or bra. I should always consider my cunt and tits to be at their disposal or to be given to others as they choose.

• If they wish to fondle any part of me, anywhere, anytime, I will submit to it without complaint or resistance.

• I will wear only skirts or dresses (unless directed by them) to allow easy access to my body.

• Whether naked or dressed, I am to wear four inch high heels, unless directed otherwise.

• I will undress or allow myself to be undressed at their desire without complaint or resistance regardless of location.

• When in our home, I am to be naked or dressed to provide visual display of my body at all times, unless otherwise directed by them. They like how I make use of sheer negligees.

• They reinforced, with a twist, something I already took pleasure in. It is an honor to suck cock, to swallow the cum, and clean the cock.

• Finally, I will perform any task given to me without hesitation. That means anything, anywhere, with any person. Any pleasure I receive will be through giving pleasure to others.

I shivered. It was a shiver of excitement and anticipation. I was already under the effects of the injection, I was sure. My mind didn't even consider if I might have reacted differently without it.

Mr. W's eyebrows lowered. He looked unhappy about something.

"Sir? Is something wrong? Have I already done something to displease you?"

"Yes. But, first, let's understand something important. These rules and expectations and our directions to you are meant to be complied with promptly and fully." I nodded. It was my intention to do so. "However, this is not slavery, this is your submission to us. The difference is important. To us, being submissive means that you are willfully accepting your position. If you fail in some way, there will be no physical punishment. That is not what this is about. We will be disappointed and consider if you truly desire to continue or are capable of continuing. Do you understand?" I nodded. He smiled at me, "Perhaps there should be another rule that you respond verbally to a question so it is clear to us that you agree or not."

"Sorry, sir. Yes, I understand."

"Good. Now, do you not know what you have done wrong?"

"No, sir, I am sorry."

"The rules are new to you, but you must work to make them a part of who you are so you don't have to think about them. You are naked in the house, that is good. But what are you not wearing?"

A look of puzzlement came over my face as I ran through the rules in my mind, then ... "Damn!" I turned and ran out of the room through the house and took the stairs two at a time to my bedroom. Being naked, color didn't matter, but the height did. He said four inch heels, which is high for my foot size. I left the flats and sandals but went through my heels tossing the shorter ones, then looking at the heels left that were four inches. I think I will need some shopping. I pulled out black heels, slipped into them and ran carefully back to the kitchen.

My heels clicked and clacked on the hardwood and slate floors signaling my return. I stopped at my original position and took several deep breaths.

He smiled, "Good. Let's consider another of the rules. What is an honor for you? Don't verbalize your answer, demonstrate it."

I went to my knees and crawled under the table. I stopped at Robert between his legs and pulled down his boxers to fish out his cock. I had seen it after the enlargement, but holding it was different. He always had a big cock but it seemed huge now, longer and thicker. I licked from his balls to the head, then used my lips and tongue back down to his balls before working back up to the head. I took the head between my lips, sucked, and pushed my mouth further down. I stroked his cock with my mouth, up and down, until his cock was pushing at my throat and I used all my gained techniques to take it in, but its increased width caused a bit of panic. I pulled up, took a breath and relaxed, pressed back down and successfully took some partially into my throat, but my fingers at the base of his cock told me I was several inches short.

I heard Mr. W, "Change."

It was actually a relief. I learned the meaning of the enlargement. I had just submitted my body to these men, easily accepted the worship of their cocks, and I couldn't deep-throat the 13-inch monster. I was disappointed and humbled. With a new perspective, I moved to Mr. W whose cock was now almost the size of what Robert and James used to be. I successfully deep-throated his cock with my nose in his pubic hair and the twitch of his cock indicated his sense of new pleasure deeper inside my throat. After spending the same time with James, he complemented me on my effort and I crawled out from under the table.

Mr. W pushed his chair away from the table and pushed everything on the table surface away. He told me to get onto the table. I hopped onto the edge and lay back, my ass hanging over the edge of the table. I opened my legs wide and reached my hands out to him. His eyes were not on mine, but focused like a laser beam between my thighs.

"You have a lovely cunt, my dear." There it was, again. No longer is it breasts, but now tits. My pussy has become a cunt. He had a look about him. His longer, fuller cock poised at my ... my cunt ... opening. He pressed his cock at my opening and I felt the lips part and open around his shaft. He continued to press into me. He stopped with several inches remaining to go. He looked into my eyes, finally. "Thank you, dear. I am feeling more of your cunt than I ever have. Your walls are tighter around me." He thrust the remainder inside and we both gasped. "What a wonderful feeling being so deep."