‘A bit risque’.‘Hello’ she called, ‘service!’‘Come on through’ came a voice from the back, ‘just be careful where you step’.Ginger...y, Jen made her way around the counter into the workshop itself and there was Mr Stone’s Jaguar in the centre, obviously been worked on. There was still no one in sight so she wandered over to the side of the car, avoiding various tools and parts and called out ‘Hello’‘Be right there’ came the voice again, below her and she looked down to see a man in the pit under. She was very pleased to have a personal masseuse. The given directions weren't anything horrible, well not REALLY horrible. I've always been a voyeur and enjoyed my wife's exhibitionist streak, which used to be a mile wide. So I imprinted suggestions that would ensentivise her 'showing off'. The more she exposed herself to others, the more her carnal desires would surface. As an insurance policy, against losing total control; I also imprinted and trigger-word and a few other minor commands.. I brought the day shift up to speed and put the night's events into the log. Jen returned all the files and reports to her briefcase and we headed home.We stopped at the donut chop in C-ville for bagels and headed home. Jen and I showered, and went to bed. I woke up at 3:30 in the afternoon and had to pee.I had barely hit the seat when Jen said, "Hurry up, I'm next."We got back in bed, kissed, and hugged. Then did the female version of a quickie, we masturbated each other to orgasm, and then. Anja sensed Anita's hatred, and she reacted in kind. Her intent was to take away the Master from Anita, and have him all to herself. Anja and Anita would growl and hiss at each other through their bits. Peter found the girls impossibly unruly, and the cart ride unmanageable. But, as an experienced Master, he knew just what to do. The girls found themselves led back to the dungeon and chained in a most peculiar fashion. After immobilizing their arms behind them, Peter chained their clits.