Rolling Out Time On The Bay.

"I never expected all the rumors bout' my precious name but that is fine, okay? Look- I have E.M.G. with me here for this experiment, okay?"
Haxsaw snapped his sore fingers near her ears. His former housekeeper slumped forward, deeper. She looked great in the skin tight red tee with dark blue navy stripes. She was seated before his computer system again. As of late, she was moved back in with him.
"See, I have E.M.G. recording the process going on here. Don't know. He might go submit this for furthering psychological research. They may give research grant monies. He pays longer on that big house he lives in." Haxsaw twisted his lip. "Then again, he may black market it through some skin magazines by D.V.D. for sale as soft porn." Haxsaw stared dead eye into the camera as it recorded. "Dunno... You tell me which one garners more income, huh?" Haxsaw returned to the work at hand.
The former housekeeper was slumped over, deeply under. Her long, gorgeous black hair was slack as was her thoughts.
Haxsaw brought her up upright enough to be almost set straight.
"Dear," he horse whispered in her ear, "you trust me as before. Allow your head and neck to relax again. Yes! Just let it rotate. Let your thoughts disconnect as you go floating along, dear. Feel you are floating. Feel parts of your mind you never used before awaken. You want this so much and never want it will end."
On cue, E.M.G. turned on the special music. The camera kept recording. After so much time and speech pattern the lady in question was standing. A little longer she was without shirt. A little longer she was on her knees. The room was air conditioned yet it was getting hot.
Haxsaw came behind the former housekeeper. He massaged her breast. He told her she was hot and ready for love. In time, E.M.G. walked forward. He stood before her, a step away, waiting. He reached out his arms.
It was like one would do when a child was crying out for his mom or dad. In this case the mom or dad never was within reach. E.M.G. was neither. The former housekeeper soon reached out her arms, also. Haxsaw whispered in her ear. It was one thing to want something and struggle to achieve that object. It was quite another objective when that goal was an impossibility yet still yearned for.
The housekeeper cursed.
"Yes, if only you could, if you would!" he said while kneeling, "I am telling you, to not let a love get away you must, you must always, must always, will always, are always going to follow the directive. In following you are obeying a higher standard!"
"The next time you find yourself here and you will want to be here often, you will obey. Are you sure?" Haxsaw was kneeling besides the former housekeeper, straining his every word. He rattled on as if it was a life or death decision. He snapped his fingers in her ear.
"What will you do?"
"I will follow!" she bleated back, still reaching out to E.M.G.
"What is the directive in following?"
The former housekeeper paused.
"I must obey!" At this she started to cry. Her arms still reached. Though a short distance from E.M.G. in her mind it was though she was a mile in length from the objective. Haxsaw snapped his fingers. E.M.G. rushed forward, scooping her up as a dad would a little child hurt on the playground.
The camera kept rolling. Later, he was getting the blow job of his life. Mission accomplished.