The man slowly undid the top button of her shirt. She looked down. He did not have the hands of a businessman; his nails were too short, as if he was ...iting them. No one on the 9th floor had nails like that, yet he knew her name. Could it be one of the cleaners?Or maybe some-one from support?They worked odd hours sometimes, to implement new systems. “Take your shirt off, Nina...”She gasped. There was the right amount of authority in his voice. Whoever he was, she knew that she just had to do. He was in his second year of college and was the cause of much turmoil in the household. Mathias didn't want to be a preacher like his father. He was into computers and enjoyed intricate world of programming. He did help his father with his campaign against porno sites on the Internet. One day while surfing he found a web site called "storiesonline" they purposed to be a creative outlet for erotic writing, but Mathias knew they were another tool of the Devil. He and his father started a letter. She would be heading to the local college as well since it was one of the most prestigious ones in the area and since she didn't move far away, she could continue to live in the comfort of her safe haven. With the butler, the maid, or the cook around to do everything she needed on a daily basis and the money of her parents to get everything else done.She didn't have to worry about college just yet, though. Not that she worried a lot - her life had always been perfect in every sense possible,. In particular, the mistresses always wanted to seetheir maids with hard cocks in their panties, so part of the hypnosisprogram was designed to achieve this. The sight of another sissy maid'spanties was programmed to stiffen a sissy's cock, and the tasks we had toperform around the house were arranged so that we were generally withinsight of each other. "Always remember that a real sissy has big tits anda hard erection," she said. "But the mistresses will be very displeasedto see any stains in.