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The next subliminal program Stan Johnson made for his young secretary Darla was almost ready. It was mostly the same type of message that demanded an intense sexual desire to erupt in Darla's unconscious anytime she saw a picture of herself engaged in a sexual act. Stan had doctored a few more photos depicting her performing various sensual acts on both men and women. Some were rather bizarre but Stan had found the more disgusting these acts were to Darla the more her unconscious accepted them.

Stan added a few more lines to this already very effective program. These lines included the statement: "You will find my voice will turn you on; You find me a very attractive man; You wish you were my sexual slave; You would do anything for me; Everything you do for me will give you intense sexual pleasure; You need my permission to have an orgasm." This last message Stan inserted many times since he wanted total control of Darla. As soon as the program was complete he began to play it at the office.

Darla continued to work even thought she continued to be very confused and conflicted. After the last humiliating experience of being totally engulfed with sexual passion she was exhausted. However, after seeing herself performing these hideous acts on both men and women she could not get these pictures out of her mind. She could not believe the pictures but what was much, much worse she could not believe how these pictures so turned her on.

Darla had never experienced such an intense orgasm as she had while viewing these depraved acts. She was now masturbating every night and using various clips, pins, and even ropes to stimulate herself. Her nipples were always very sore from the abuse she would give them but she craved the resulting orgasms.

The big problem came several days later. Darla arrived home and put on the nipple clips she had constructed using cloth-pin. As she lay on her bed rubbing her very erect clit she could find no satisfaction. No matter what Darla did she could not achieve an orgasm. She became extremely excited. Juices would flow down her leg from her wet pussy but her clitoris would not yield a single orgasm. She finally had to quit when she had rubbed her clit raw.

The next day Darla found it difficult to concentrate due to her sexual conflicts. Even when she looked at the various pictures in Mr. Johnson's files she could not satisfy herself. She also noticed that being around Mr. Johnson hearing his voice only intensified her passionate feelings and now she began to fantasize about him. It was driving her crazy and she did not know what to do. It was Mr. Johnson's fault and she became desperate for him to help her. He was the only who could and she would do anything.

"Darla you don't look so good. Don't you feel well?" Mr. Johnson said in a concerned voice.

"No, I don't feel well. I did not sleep good last night and I don't know what to do about it," Darla replied. She loved him expressing concern for her.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" he asked.

"I don't know. I wish there was something you could do," she replied.

"I will do whatever I can to help you but I don't know much about sleeping problems. Are you worried about something?"

"Yes," Darla said trying to figure out how to talk about her problem. "I have been having some personal kinds of problems and I don't really have anyone I can talk to about them. I feel very embarrassed but I don't know what to do."

"You don't have to feel embarrassed with me. I have pretty much heard it all in my business. PI's see all kinds of things," Stan responded.

"I have been having some women type problems," Darla cautious explained.

"Do you think you need to see a physician?" Stan said playing along.

"No, I don't think they could help me. For some reason I think you could help me," Darla said now being to cry.

"Tell me what to do," Stan replied.

"I don't know what you can do." Darla suddenly blurted out, "Why did you make me do all those things in the picture? How did you do it?" Darla was becoming hysterical. She almost looked manic.

"Darla, what are you talking about?" Stan said.

"Here, I will show you." She yank open the file drawer and pulled out some files. Various pictures fell on the floor. However, instead of being pictures full of sexual depravity they were surveillance pictures of various kinds.

"What happened to them?" Darla said as she crumpled to the floor and a mass of tears. "What happened to the pictures?"

"Darla, you can let go of whatever it is you're feeling right now. You can let it out and it will feel better," Stan said.

"You are sure it is okay. You don't mind," Darla whimpered.

"No, I don't mind. YOU HAVE MY FULL PERMISSION," Stan said in a very authoritative voice. "To have an orgasm," he quietly added.

Darla was stunned and almost paralyzed by the wave of passion that flooded her body. She began to rip off her clothes and was soon totally naked on the floor. She was pinching her nipples and pulling them hard. She was frantically rubbing her already erect clit and the orgasm exploded almost knocking her unconscious.

"Oh, my God!" Darla moaned as she humped her own hand and withering all over the floor of the office. Darla did not care. She was wrapped in rapture and it seemed as if it would never end.

Stan stood and watched Darla twist, turn, wiggle and hunch the floor in various sexy obscene postures. Darla was literally fucking herself. Stan stood by with a sly smile. He felt the budge in his pants as Darla put on a show.