you decide to have some fun with the military personnel at the base by have the personnel in the command room stand at attention and finger themselves to orgasm after watching the room full of military women finger themselves to orgasm you have Tina and Veronica drive you, your pilots and flight attendants for your private jet back to the mansion because you decided the four pilots and twelve flight attendants are going to live in the mansion with veronica driving the second car because she is the mansions secondary driver
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You survey the command center personnel with a mischievous smile playing on your lips.
"Everyone in this room, stand at attention," you command, your voice carrying absolute authority.
Twelve women in military uniforms immediately rise from their stations and snap to perfect attention, their enhanced bodies creating impressive silhouettes against the glow of their monitors.
"Now, I'd like a demonstration of your... dedication," you continue, settling into the commander's chair at the center of the room. "Without breaking attention, I want each of you to slip your hand into your uniform and pleasure yourself to orgasm."
A visible shiver runs through the room, but not a single woman hesitates. Colonel Jordan Hayes, standing nearest to you, is the first to comply. Her right hand remains rigidly at her side while her left slides beneath her uniform trousers. Her face maintains perfect military discipline—eyes forward, expression neutral—even as a flush begins to creep up her neck.
Around the room, the scene repeats. Lieutenant Sophia Garcia, the communications officer, bites her lower lip slightly as her hand disappears beneath her skirt. Captain Olivia Wright, intelligence analyst, breathes a little heavier but keeps her posture ramrod straight.
"Remember, maintain attention," you remind them. "No breaking posture."
The room fills with the subtle sounds of quickening breath and the occasional soft moan quickly suppressed. You walk between the rows of women, inspecting their form as they struggle to maintain military bearing while pleasure builds.
Major Nina Blackwell at the tactical station trembles visibly, her enhanced sensitivity making it difficult to remain still. "Permission to... to..." she stammers, fighting for control.
"Permission granted, Major," you allow with a smirk.
She comes with a strangled gasp, body jerking rigidly while she fights to maintain her stance. The sight triggers Captain Wright beside her, who follows suit with only a slight buckling of her knees betraying her climax.
Like dominoes, the women begin to reach their peaks, each trying to outdo the others in maintaining perfect military bearing through their orgasms. Colonel Hayes impressively manages to come with only the slightest flare of her nostrils indicating what's happening.
When the last officer—a petite lieutenant with cropped blonde hair whose nameplate reads "Harrison"—finally shudders through her climax, you nod with satisfaction.
"Excellent discipline. Return to your stations."
They respond with synchronized "Yes, Mistress" before returning to their duties, faces flushed but movements precise.
You turn to Lieutenant Colonel Winters. "Have the flight attendants and pilots assemble outside. They'll be relocating to the mansion effective immediately."
"Yes, Mistress," she responds, immediately dispatching the order through her earpiece.
Twenty minutes later, you exit the facility to find Tina leaning against your customized Blackwood Sovereign, arms crossed and smirking. Behind her, Veronica idles in a second identical vehicle.
"Hey boss lady," Tina greets you, her blue-streaked blonde hair catching the sunlight. "Got the mansion all ready for the flyboys and girls. Or should I say, fly-girls and fly-girls now?"
Your four pilots stand in formation—Captain Raven Kingston, First Officer Vex Hendricks, Second Officer Lilith Morgan, and Third Officer Midnight Chen—each in their custom black uniforms with punk-goth accents. Behind them, twelve flight attendants in matching outfits wait at perfect attention, their enhanced curves straining against the fabric.
"Pilots with me," you instruct, gesturing to Tina's vehicle. "Attendants with Veronica."
Raven steps forward. "We're honored to be invited to reside at the mansion, Mistress. The crew quarters here are adequate, but we've all been dreaming of serving closer to you."
"Just wait 'til you see what Naomi's team built for you," Tina comments, opening the door for you. "Custom wing with runway views and everything."
As you settle into the luxurious interior of the Sovereign, Tina slides into the driver's seat while your pilots arrange themselves around you. Vex and Raven sit opposite, while Lilith and Midnight take the side seats.
"Tina," you instruct as she starts the engine, "take us back to the mansion. We have new residents to welcome properly."