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  “Oh, I don’t know. ”Alyssa looked scared.

  Lori to the rescue, “Dr. Jones, you’re scaring her. Your experiment seems a little bizarre but I’m sure it’s harmless. Here, give them to me, I’ll put them on. ”

  Ah ha! Just as Wayne Jones had anticipated. She had predictably moved to protect Alyssa. All would now go according to plan. They had just passed the last major variable.

  “You do have the key to these, right? ”Lori paused with the first chain-free shackle on her left wrist but not quite locked closed.

  “Of course. ”Jones pulled a key out of his pants pocket and tossed it to the center of the table. Then he turned and watched her. He may have turned back too quickly or appeared too eager or Alyssa’s feeling of dread may have flashed across her face.

  Lori lingered over locking the manacle to her wrist.

  “You’re not afraid, are you, Nurse Lori? ”

  Lori could see no reason not to follow through on shutting the manacle. The key was right there on the table and the damn manacle didn’t even have a chain. It would be heavy but wouldn’t really inhibit movement. She couldn’t back down in front of Alyssa. If she didn’t do it, Alyssa would. This giant manacle on Alyssa’s slim wrist wouldn’t be right even if this was all some silly exercise. In fact, Lori could see what was happening now. Dr. Jones was testing their open-mindedness. If she backed down they would not be offered positions in his enterprise. Lori didn’t much care personally -- she had many other options and didn’t care to work for this guy anyway -- but she could ruin it for Alyssa.

  Each manacle was a four inch long cylinder nearly an inch thick all the way around. Barbed teeth inserted and locked in place into multiple cavities. There was a small key lock. They were both all smooth metal without any sign of rust. These were not some artifacts once used on the man in the iron mask. They were modern-looking tools of archaic restraint. They did once have a chain connecting them or Lori assumed there once was because each shackle had a thick loop of metal where chains likely once connected.

  Once she decided she would do it she snapped each manacle closed with a series of grinding metallic clicks. She rested her now heavily weighted forearms on the wide arms of her chair. She glanced at Alyssa hoping her nervousness did not show and then stuck her chin out a little with defiance as she looked into Doctor Jones’ goofy eyes.

  “Do you have a sensation of restraint? Do you feel helpless? ”

  “As a matter of fact, no, I don’t. These bracelets are bigger than I’d normally wear but I don’t feel ‘helpless’. Now, what is the point? ”

  Jones nodded, “I can see you don’t feel helpless. Heavy bracelets just aren’t the same as true restraints. Perhaps you lack the imagination it would require. The point, as you ask, would be a feeling of helplessness. How that physical sensation would have an emotional impact. However, I need to make my point and that does require a sensation of helplessness. Since you lack imagination to play along the only way to achieve the needed sense of helplessness is through actual helplessness. ”

  Lori had no idea what he was talking about and wasn’t alarmed when he reached over and down to the side of her chair. Not knowing his intent she remained still. She heard a minute click like a button depressed or a switch flipped.

  The chair made a low hum and she felt both her feet pulled by an invisible force up against the thick front legs of the chair. She felt an aura of ambient power. What the Hell? What was going on? She started and tried to bring her hands up to push out from the table in order to look down and see what was happening with her feet.

  That’s when she realized she couldn’t move her hands. Well, she could move them, she could move her entire hands or any or all of her fingers as much as she wanted, she just couldn’t lift her arms away from the chair arms. What the Hell? The manacles were heavy but they weren’t that heavy. Were they stuck on something?

  Loris assessed the situation and realized no matter how hard she struggled and tensed her muscles she could not move any of her four limbs. Jones watched her calmly but still leaned forward towards her.

  Lori was thoroughly dismayed and alarmed, “Hey, what the fuck is this? What is going on? ”

  “Nurse Lori, you can’t move now, can you? ”

  Alyssa’s voice burst over them, “Oh my God! ”

  Jones turned to her, “Be calm, Alyssa. Stay where you are. This is all part of the demonstration. Lori is in no danger at all. At least, not in the traditional sense. Remember, she did volunteer. ”

  Alyssa, about to rise, tentatively settled back into her chair.

  Jones turned back to Lori, “You did volunteer, didn’t you, Nurse Lori? ”

  Lori stifled an angry and profane outcry. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. No, she would coolly weather this so-called demonstration. This crazy demonstration. Demonstration of what? This Doctor Jones was some quack!

  Lori could not completely keep the sullenness out of her voice, “Yes, I volunteered. Now what? ”

  “First, let me explain what I did here, how you were rendered helpless. There is a large amount of iron in both the manacles and your footgear. The thick soles conceal big chunks of iron -- thus their weight. The chair also has a high content but, what makes it work are the coils of wiring inside the arms and legs of the chair. There is a battery attached to the underside of the chair. A big battery that can last many hours. I flipped a switch which then allows an electric current to run endlessly through those coils. This creates a very powerful magnetic field. Magnetism is all based on electricity and most people don’t know that. Don’t worry, it is all safe and harmless. However, the chair is magnetized powerfully. Your feet and arms will not be able to move until I turn the switch off. Now you are truly helpless and can feel the full effect. ”

  “Sure. That’s great. All right, turn it off now. ”

  “No, no, no. Not so quick. It takes time for the effect to build up. If you are released immediately or know you are about to be released, the effect is ruined. We must give it time. Time, circumstances, and uncertainty. More on that in a minute. Who knows, perhaps you will still be bound by magnetism to this chair tomorrow morning… or through the weekend. ”

  Lori felt a stab of awesome dread but tried to keep a brave face on, “I don’t see how this could have anything to do with medical science. Or therapy. ”

  “Oh, it does. Let’s give it some time. Alyssa, what do you think of this? Your protective co-worker, is sitting across from you after an excellent dinner in my beautiful mansion, yet she is completely helpless. What do you make of that? ”

  “What am I supposed to think? I’m a little alarmed. Please turn that chair thing off. ”

  “The physical world -- actions and sensations -- impacts the mental and emotional world. In fact, in this case, the physical can dictate the emotional. Take the same people in the same location and change just a few critical facts, such as one of them no longer being able to move freely, and everything changes. It is like a kaleidoscope. A tiny twist of the wrist and all the patterns and all the colors alter dramatically. ”

  Lori felt a little panicky. She jerked powerfully at the manacles clinging magnetically to the chair arm and tried to kick her feet free from the magnetically attractive chair legs. All to no avail. She had such long athletic legs but even they could only tense mightily without effect. Lori felt deep profound fear.

  Jones went on after obviously enjoying Lori’s struggles, “Alyssa. So, before, you felt protected by Nurse Lori. Now that she is helpless the tables have turned. Instead of feeling protected by her don’t you feel protective towards her? ”

  Alyssa did a quick check of her inward feelings. Yes, that was true, what he said.

  “But, she does not need your protection. Being trapped in this chair will actually free her to discover. Only this way can she learn what she really want
s. In fact, it will enable her to obtain what she really wants even though, right now, she does not yet know it. ”

  Lori’s fear and frustration were spiraling higher, “Alyssa, he’s some kind of nut. Come over here and help me out of this chair. ”

  Alyssa even started to get up but Jones looked sternly at her and wagged one finger. She wilted and remained in place.

  “The experiment has begun and must not be interfered with by an ignorant such as yourself. Watch and learn, Alyssa. Not only will you see and learn the same secrets about Lori that she learns as we go, you will also learn much about life, and your own ideal role in it. ”

  Jones turned back to Lori, assured that Alyssa would remain in place. He was confident of that though he also realized there was still a mystery to be solved about that one. For instance, she did not seem as surprised by this bizarre turn of events as he would have guessed.

  “Lori, remember how I talked about being open-minded? There are facilities that cater to the sexual needs of persons. No matter how strange. When there is demand, supply always follows. These facilities that supply to these demands are known as brothels, whorehouses, houses of ill repute, or whatnot. Sexual need is one of the driving forces of humanity yet the medical field virtually ignores it. They treat issues with capability and physical dysfunction but ignore actually satiating sexual need. It’s like giving a man -- or a woman -- a canteen in the desert, but, the canteen is empty. The medical field ignores the application of sexual acts to treat and relieve. My clinic, and, of course, my clinic’s staff, will specialize in that. We’ll dominate the market you could say. ”

  Lori was beginning to intimate Jones’ intentions, “No way. I can see where you’re going with this. No wonder you bought our clinic. It wasn’t the location, the building, its reputation, or it’s field of specialty. You bought it for the staff because we’re all attractive. Let me out of this chair. We want nothing to do with you or your brothel in disguise. ”

  Jones did not try to deny Lori’s statement. Its lack of accuracy was only because he had misled her. The attractiveness of the staff was a critical deciding factor in choosing this clinic and he did want to make all six of them into his slave whores. However, his own brothel was the Institute of Submission and a very fine and special one it was. He had no need of a secondary branch. No, the clinic’s specialty was the true reason it was selected. If it was a standard ears, nose, and throat clinic these six ladies never would have met him.

  Now that he’d restrained Nurse Lori and set the tone philosophically it was time to make some progress in breaking these two down.

  “I will let you free. After my demonstration. I’ll prove to you my methods can unlock doors, doors to joy and satisfaction, previously unknown to you. Yes, even for you. ”

  “Let. Me. Go. ”Lori’s words and motionless tensing of her muscles, still trying to escape, were ignored.

  Alyssa was a little alarmed. Intensely curious, even intrigued, but also alarmed. She felt bad for Lori who seemed so helpless and furious. She was also a little worried about herself. What did Jones intend? Right now she was perfectly free, but, would that last? Under the table pushed her feet against each other desperately trying to disengage the snaps and buckles to get the strange footwear off from her feet. He had not magnetized her chair. Not yet. Better safe than sorry but she couldn’t get her feet free despite repeated attempts. She’d have to pull out the chair and bend down but that might set Jones off.

  Besides, she wanted to see where all this was going. She was at least as much curious as worried. All this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. And it was only just getting started!

  “Let’s talk a little first, Nurse Lori. Tell me, do you like to receive oral sex? ”

  “None of your business, Dr. Jones! This is just unreal! Turn off this magnetic chair thing. Now! ”

  “Patience is a virtue, Nurse Lori. You must answer the question. ”

  “Go to Hell! ”

  “Come now, Nurse Lori, do not be ashamed of sexual needs or enjoyment. Be professional. Most everyone likes oral pleasures. It is arguably more shameful not to enjoy it. Just tell us, your new boss and your friend and co-worker. You can trust us with your secret. You do enjoy oral sex, don’t you? ”

  Lori stopped her struggles to glare at him several long seconds. She whipped a look at Alyssa, one of frustration, beseeching, and disappointment. Ever so slightly Lori’s shoulders dipped lower and Jones knew she knew she could not expect help from Alyssa and would have to play along with his demands.

  “Yes. All right, there you go. Yes, I do like oral sex, just like, well, most everyone. ”

  “How often do you receive it? ”

  “Really, Dr. Jones! ”

  “How often? ”

  “I don’t know. I don’t date much. Some guys won’t even do it. Maybe once a year. Maybe not even that often. ”

  “So what if I told you one of the benefits of being on my clinic staff would be receiving oral attentions hundreds of times per year and that those tongues and mouths would be much more skilled then any you have experienced and thus your orgasms so much more powerful? ”

  “Then I wouldn’t believe you and I’d tell you, true or not, I’m not interested. ”

  “Aren’t you curious why the mouths would be more skilled? Aren’t you curious about that sort of lifestyle -- one of perpetual extreme sexuality? ”

  Before Lori could issue an angry retort Alyssa unexpectedly spoke, “she might not be but I’m curious. ”

  Lori’s jaw dropped in dismay but Jones nodded at her with an indulgent smile, “You show promise, Alyssa. ”

  Alyssa flushed prettily. His comment sounded creepy to Lori but Alyssa apparently accepted it as a compliment.

  Lori spoke, “Whatever. Now what? ”

  “Why would some orgasms from oral sex be so much more powerful than others? Circumstances. Tell me, would receiving oral sex while you are restrained and helpless be more powerful an experience? ”

  “No. I’m sure not. ”

  “Well, I’m sure you’d be surprised. Another question:Would receiving oral sex from an unknown person, unidentified, be a more powerful experience? ”

  “No. It would be terrible. ”

  “I think you’re wrong. ”Jones kept his body purposely motionless while he kicked out with his foot. It landed, blindly unerring, into the right side of the kneeling Sierra under the table. It was not a very hard kick. Not out of a sense of mercy on Jones’ part but in order to prevent a thump that would clue in Lori and Alyssa there was someone under the table.

  Jones continued, “I think if an unknown mouth skillfully gave you oral attentions right now under this table while you are restrained it would be the most powerful orgasm of your life. It would change your perspective forever. ”

  “You better not touch me! ”

  “Oh, I won’t. ”

  Lori looked around wildly. Under the table Jones kicked out again and this time his foot struck a glancing blow to Sierra’s right ass cheek because she’d now positioned herself closer to Lori, nearly touching her legs. Sierra was conflicted. She knew what Jones wanted. The idea of going down on her friend and co-worker Lori… the very idea…. It would be interesting. How would Lori’s pussy feel and taste? How different or similar to the pussy of the serving girl? Would she be able to arouse Lori? Jones seemed to think she could but Lori clearly thought she couldn’t. Could she make her orgasm?

  No! She just couldn’t! She’d remained quiet under the table in order to avoid shameful discovery by her co-workers. If she did as Jones’ kicks commanded they would ultimately know what a slut she was.

  Jones’ hypnotic voice went on, “Just think a moment, Nurse Lori. Helpless as you are, an unknown mouth working on your pussy, Alyssa and I savoring the expressions flowing across your
face. You know, temptation does no good if you don’t give in to it. ”

  “You better not touch me, Dr. Jones! ”

  “I told you I won’t. Not at this time or in that way. I don’t give oral sex. That isn’t one of my life duties. I don’t do it because I’m not good at it. I’m more of a taker than a giver. ”

  Sierra squinted in the dim light under the table. She could barely see the crotch band of Lori’s panties and couldn’t even tell what color they were. It was certainly convenient for Doctor Jones’ little plan that Lori wore a loose knee length dress. Sierra could feel the heat from Lori’s thighs radiating onto her face.

  After a long pause Jones went on, “I don’t do it but I have others do it on my behalf. They do such things because I command them. ”

  This time Jones’ kick sent the tip of his shoe forcefully up into the crack of Sierra’s ass. Sierra was sure it landed exactly where Doctor Jones intended. Doctor Jones always got his way.

  Sierra realized that whether she went down on Lori or Jones kept kicking her, one way or the other Lori and Alyssa would learn about her nature and circumstances. Of course, if they were also shown to be sluts they wouldn’t have any room to criticize her…. An added bonus would be how pleased Doctor Jones would be with her.

  Sierra carefully angled her body between Lori’s knees. Lori would no longer be able to close her legs. She was now even more helpless than she knew. Sierra’s hands were too heavy with shackles to be of use to her in this endeavor but she wouldn’t need them.

  She brought her face down and forward. Lori’s dress was displaced back, sliding back until it was bunched at her hips.

  Lori gasped in appalled shock.

  Sierra licked at the panty clad juncture of Lori’s beautiful legs. Her mouth had filled with so much drool the silky crotch band was nearly instantly soaked. Sierra was now even more grateful for the water the serving girl provided her with earlier.