HBIC: Hypnotic Breasts Induce Compliance

I'm both pricing this one cheaper than I usually would and including it for free with memberships as a thank you for everyone that stayed subscribed here when not a lot was happening. I wrote this one in less than 24 hours and it really came together. I have a long story that hopefully will be coming out soon too.

Themes: FD, FM, Extreme use of Titnosis, brainwashing, very slight humiliation and some home wrecking

Synopsis: Emma and John are rivals, they don't like each other and neither one can really give an inch, but Emma has a way of helping John change his mind.

HBIC: Hypnotic Breasts Induce Compliance

“So,” John looked up from his desk when he heard that voice, “how’s the project going?”

Emma was a bitch, and everything about how she presented herself reinforced that. If you weren’t in her crosshairs it was enjoyable to get a good long look at her, but if you were… well some people probably got off on the way she would come down on you, even how she would stand too close to you and start micromanaging your existence, but that wasn’t John’s style.

No, he was not the kind of guy that would kiss ass, even if Emma did have a nice, tight, round ass, and he wasn’t the kind of professional who would kowtow and compromise just to appease a client. While it didn’t make him the most agreeable person in the office, it did make him one of the most respected and as a result of that he was kind of a “locker room leader” for the team.

This tended to put him directly at odds with Emma, but they’d come to an understanding, or at least a detente, but now she was standing over his desk, in his office, looking down at him over her horn rimmed glasses.

He smiled up at her from his desk, because it was easy for him to smile at beautiful women, and bitch or not Emma was easy on the eyes, and said, ‘It’s like Rocky Balboa says, ain’t nothing’s over till it’s over.”

“Does your played out sports movie cliche come with a timeline, or is that your cute way of saying you don’t know?” Some people would have thought that was cold, that she was cold, but John knew better. He knew that under her iron straight brown hair, her perfectly put together face, complete with just the right amount of plastic surgery to make her strikingly and conventionally beautiful, and within the fanatically well maintained, and also clearly scientifically augmented body, there beat the heart of a hot, passionate, easily annoyed to the point of near blinding rage, woman who was anything but cold.

John had made a deal with himself a long time ago, he’d antagonize her less, if she was less of a bitch, and while he’d alluded as much to her, while they did have something of a professional cease fire in front of the rest of the team, in private neither one was willing to give an inch.

“It’s my way of saying it’ll be done when it’s done, and since we’re way away from its deadline, does it really matter, Emma?” She was wearing high waisted black slacks and a purple button down today, and sometimes, just sometimes John noticed her buttoning her tops a little lower than other days. 

And while she might have done it for herself, just a  little treat for her in making the men in the office double or triple take her chest, he was pretty sure the days she did it, she was doing it just to fuck with him. And fair game to her, because she would always make a point to talk to him about something, usually something prickly, with enough buttons being open to practically show him her bra.

It didn’t make him take what she had to say any better, and usually he leaned into being more confrontational, but there was always a moment where he’d be sitting at his desk staring at her tits like he was a fucking child. He knew it, she clearly knew it, and just like everything else between them, it was something private and viscous they kept to themselves.

Sometimes when she’d pull that move on him he’d make a point not to make eye contact with her at all and talk directly to her tits, and it seemed like neither one of them was clear on which was the bigger ‘fuck you’, so they just continued on, trying to figure out it out.

“And thinking it doesn’t matter is why you don’t have my job, John.” She had her tall heels on today, and she was leaning into the whole height equals power cliche that John, who could stand up and still look down on her in those heels… just a little bit, but still… simply didn’t buy into. Oh no, the person standing up must be the most important, it was enough to make him roll his eyes, and he did. “And since you don’t have my job that means you’re not the one in charge, and I know you understand that simple logic, but you refuse to know your place in things and I’m tired of it.”

“I’m tired,” she unbuttoned a few buttons down to her most aggressive, “plain, fucking tired of our games John. I was thinking about you last night in the bath and I was thinking about how you used to be fun, how you were a challenge…”

She put her hands on his desk next to his screen and leaned forward, “And I realized you were never going to realize it was time to stop fighting, to stop being an ass, and to just learn to go along with things. I humored you because I liked our games, but you clearly missed the memo about how you can’t win.”

“And you think the boobs are going to change my mind?” Sure those tits would change someone’s mind, absolutely, but as nice as her double D’s were, maybe even double E’s, he didn’t know, there was too much bullshit attached to them to make her showing some skin make her more persuasive.”

“Oh John,” she looked down at him over her glasses, “They already have.”

She had that shitty shit eating grin on her face, and he hated the fact it was actually a very pretty smile. Emma was pretty, and he had to take stock of her and her tits as she stared down at him. She really was in great shape, and he guessed exercise was probably her only hobby, that and tanning… but not too much tanning, just the right amount, he guessed to always have a solid base for sunny, tropical vacations which he knew she took. Her straight, long, dark hair and her glasses really did make her look severe sometimes, but she really did have a beautiful smile and when she flashed it at him like she was doing right now, he really wished to god that she wasn’t such a bitch.

“Really?” He pushed his chair back from his desk and looked up at her… not her brown eyes, but her tanned, deep cleavage, and then up to her eyes. “How so?”

“You’re not going to believe me,” she took her hands off his desk and undid another button, revealing a simple black bra that had the same shimmer to it that her blouse did. “You’d be better off just admitting that you’re ready to get in line, and that you’ve been trying to fight it, but it’s been getting harder and harder over the last two months to keep putting up a fight, pushing back, and finding your own asshole way to do what you’re told just so you feel like you’re not giving in.”

“That’s not what happened, and this” god, he was staring at those tits, staring right into the center of her chest, taking in the perfect sight before him. “All this…”

She traced a clean nail down her cleavage, “You’re not complaining, you never do. You just stare at them, or you look deep into my eyes, and you might fight, and argue, but any time you feel yourself getting too worked up, you just take a deep, centering breath… kind of like right now… and still focus very closely on everything I’m saying. You listen closely, just as closely as you stare, as you’re staring right now, John, and while you consciously think it’s so you can say something back and argue, you’re still listening to me, hanging…”

Her finger traced the top of one of the cups of her bra, “On my every word. And it doesn’t matter if you think you’re not internalizing what I’m saying, your subconscious mind processes everything and forms a complete tapestry of events, logic, and experience. So, while part of you acts out, another part of you…”

Her finger traced down the cup and she practically fondled her tit  right in front of him, “Finds itself completely focused on me and everything I say…”

She slowly moved her hands down to undo the last few buttons of her blouse and opened it, showing of her tanned abs and the full shape of her big tits and he realized he’d been sitting there, silently staring, breathing slowly and listening to her as her voice got softer and more seductive, but still tinged with that little bit of spite.

“And the worst part for you is,” she turned around and locked his office door and looked over her shoulder as her blouse fell off it, still looking over her glasses at him like a sexy librarian that was also a bikini model, “since you’re a logical guy and I’m a logical woman, and the human mind is naturally inclined to logic when it’s explained, your subconscious mind is already agreeing with me even when you’re fighting with me.”

She turned back to him and took her blouse the rest of the way off, and he looked at her standing in his office, naked from the waist up except for her bra, her hair down and her hands now playing with her tits, and for some reason it was easier to just sit there and stare than it was to fight with his super hot nemesis.

“I’m just waiting for the rest of you to realize it’s better to just follow my lead, do what you’re told, and accept your place below me…” She walked around his desk, stood right between his legs as he sat in his office chair and looked down at his face, his eyes soft and heavy, his jaw loose. “Where you are right now, and where you’ll always be.”

“What,” he blinked, felt himself take a deep breath, and cleared his mind, “what the fuck are you talking about.”

He made to stand up, but she held a finger up and waved it in front of his face, “Uh-uh, you just stay right there.”

It was the weirdest thing, while all of this was undeniably hot, and weird, when she started wagging her finger in his face he felt a foggy need to just sort of follow her finger. “I was going to ask you what you know about hypnosis, but you just answered that.”

Her finger was still wagging, and he looked past it to look past her tits again and up into her eyes, into the gaze of a predator staring down at him.

“Why would I know anything about hypnosis,” he was finding it hard not to just watch her finger moving back and forth, then he really thought about the conversation they were having for a second, and laughed,  “Why are you even talking about hypnosis? Are you trying to hypnotize me? With your finger?”

Back and forth her finger moved, then the wave moved down into her wrist, then her arm, then she was doing a little belly dance sway in front of him, her tits replacing the finger moving back and forth, “Not with my finger, but I could, no…”

She kept her sway even as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, “Not with my finger.”

And there they were, two large, wonderfully big and perfect tits on her tight, thin, well muscled frame, her long dark hair, down her back, and her hands grabbing hold of his shoulder, “Just look at them John, and notice that the more you try and look away, the more you can’t help but stare. You can laugh, but that just makes it happen faster. And you should laugh, because it’s funny that it’s taken this long, isn;t it? It’s funny that you’re so stubborn, and stupid that you couldn’t let yourself have this earlier.”

She still had her glasses on and she was rolling and swaying her torso in front of him, practically giving him a lap dance, his feet planted wide as she swayed between his spread legs. “All you ever do is fight yourself John,” she rolled in close and almost pressed her tits all over his face. “It’s why you never got anywhere, it’s why you haven’t gotten anywhere with me, until now.”

“You can’t,” he watched those naked tits, big and perfect, “hypnotize me, that’s…” He was going to say ridiculous, or stupid, or dumb. He was going to say something, but then a nipple brushed his lips and she said…

“Already happened,” he felt his shoulders sink a little and his head tilted ever so slightly and felt her tits push gently on his face before she stopped her dance and stood still looking down at him, “and it was easy to get in your head, so easy. The only hard part’s been making you realize I was in your head. It would have worked better if you thought agreeing with me was your own idea, but, you’re too dumb to stop fighting with yourself… you’re too stubborn and dumb to get out of your own way. And by the time everyone gets back from lunch, I’ll have made you admit it.”

She took her hands off his shoulders and stood up straight and tall, and started tracing a spiral around her breast, leading into her nipple, “Just watch my finger and follow the spiral, back to my nipple, and any time you think you’re thinking, you’ll just notice that it’s easy and natural to take a deep, calming breath, and come back to my nipple… still unable to look away… still feeling it when you try, feeling how it gets you harder and harder the more you try and resist me.”

“But,” John squeezed his eyes shut, forced himself to stand up, and when he opened his eyes, standing in his office, feeling something like half asleep, “you didn’t secretly hypnotize me by showing me some cleavage, and you can’t just… do this, whatever the fuck this is, I have a girlfriend, and we hate each other.”

Emma just smiled that bright, vibrant, mean little smile, “You and your girlfriend hate each other?”

“No, that’s not what I…”

She snapped her fingers in front of his face, “Look, watch the finger, focus only on the finger, watch it with your eyes, back and forth, just your eyes as you follow the sound of my voice, just my voice, just my finger… feeling your jaw getting loose, your tongue getting heavy… unable to talk, unable to move now, just watch the finger and follow my voice as I make your subconscious understand and agree with me again.”

He was about to say something, even as it felt weird to try and move his mouth, then she snapped again, “I said just look and listen, and you’re too dumb to get out of your own way, but you are…” she snapped right in front of his eyes again, her eyes boring holes into his, “smart enough and hypnotized enough to understand my suggestions, aren’t you? I mean, you’re not that dumb and self-destructive are you John?”

He stood there watching the finger, listening to her, and he felt her hand on his bicep, her fingers gently caressing his skin, “It’s a simple question, yes or no, are you?”

He was going to say something but she snapped her fingers again right as she pulled on his arm, and he fell into her embrace, barely able to stand up as she whispered in his ear while holding him tight against her breasts, “It’s time to sit down again, isn’t it.”

He didn’t argue, he just slowly slumped into his chair, easing himself into it so it didn’t roll out from under him. Habit and reflex guided his body, and he was back down to looking up at her and her finger that went back to tracing a spiral around her nipple.

“I know what you think a little bit, or a lot of cleavage really, if you look at them, you’ll see and you already know, it' s a lot of cleavage, wouldn’t be enough to hypnotize you, but you don’t know how this works, so I’ll have to explain it slowly to you, so your agreeable subconscious mind… the part of you that knows it should just listen and obey… really absorbs it all.”

“But…” He blinked and both wanted to let his eyes stay closed and needed to keep watching the finger, “but…”

“No,” she cupped her tits, “not butts, breasts. Two big breasts, like two big concepts about hypnosis you need to understand.”

She took one breast in both hands and said, ‘This one is that trance is natural and you go into trance naturally throughout the day and don’t even realize it,” she moved her hands to her other breast, “and this one is that you can’t be hypnotized to do anything you don’t want to do, even be hypnotized in the first place. So…”

She snapped in his face again and said, “Follow…” and snapped again, “follow along, hearing and absorbing everything i say, feeling your inner self, your subconscious mind tracking and understanding my logic, agreeing with my logic as naturally as if it was your own, because it is, because we’re both logical… So,” she tranced the spiral and he felt more disoriented with every revolution around her breast, especially when it got closer to her nipple then started over again on the outside, “all of that means you just naturally hypnotized yourself staring at my cleavage, just from seeing my deep cleavage. It just naturally pulled you into a deeper trance than you realized, because you don’t realize you naturally go into trance, and that there is something naturally hypnotic about women’s breasts, isn’t there?”

He sat there watching the spiraling finger, and it took a moment to register that she'd stopped talking.  Right as his vision was coming back into sharp focus, she pinched her nipple and said in a slightly breathy voice, “Yes, that’s right, there is something just naturally hypnotic about women’s breasts and my deep cleavage. It’s just natural that you naturally want to go into a nice deep trance when you stare into my deep cleavage, or see my breasts. If it wasn’t true, it wouldn’t happen, and if it wouldn’t or didn’t happen, then you wouldn’t be sitting here entranced and hypnotized by my breasts, the same way you were hypnotized by my cleavage every time I let you see it, isn’t that right?”

This time the steady flow of her words carried him along and he found it easy, so easy that it happened before he could stop himself or think about it, to just mirror her and say, with a heavy tongue and slurred pronunciation, ‘Right.”

“Yes, I am right, but this is my left breast, isn’t it? Isn’t it right, that this is my left breast, right here?” He tried to say that wasn’t her left, struck by the inanity of being lied to about left and right, but…

“Or is it that’s I’m right, so you’re left wondering if I’m talking about what’s left of your mind, given that you’re stuck right here between my tits and if I’m right, and you barely have any resistance left, then it must just be natural, it must just feel right to follow my lead, so you can know what feels right and what’s left for me to explain to you about hypnosis, isn’t that right?”

She’d started fondling her breasts again, playing with the opposite one from the side she mentioned, playing with her left breast any time she said right, and her right any time she said left. “And listen, if it’s my right to tell you that you’re deeply hypnotized and left in a state of enhanced suggestibility, making it easier to agree to things you want to agree to, than that just mean your right to finally just left go and submit it me is all that’s left to do. So all you’re left with is my right, as your manager, to take control and tell you just what to do, isn’t that right?”

His brain was finally scrambled, and his cock was fully at attention. She’d slid in the suggestion that he’d get harder the more he resisted, and he got as hard as he could by resisting even harder, but somewhere along the line that sticky suggestion also made the rest of her suggestions that much more effective, and he slowly crumbled inside while his cock rose higher and higher.

“I can see by the relaxed, empty, deeply hypnotized look on your face that you’re ready to agree with me, aren’t you John?”

He couldn’t tell if he was supposed to answer or not, couldn’t catch up to what was happening, and even if he would have been in a place to fully consciously process and recall what was happening, he still wouldn’t have been able to do much more than stare.

He was too hard to argue, and it was too hard to argue with her logic, but he was still who he was, and even deeply hypnotized, that hadn’t changed. He was, because it was deeply wired into his personality, still fighting the urge to agree with her, and while on the upper layers of his scrambled mind he was giving in, down at his core sense of self, he just couldn’t agree with her.

So he sat there, unable to speak, or think, or move, and unable to fully crumble even as his conscious mind fully quit on him.

She stood over him, “I know I’ve gotten through all those walls, except for the  ones that form your core identity, I think. Because I think if I had gotten down to your very core, you’d be mumbling and drooling yes’s to me. But I think part of you is just too you, and it’s going to take time and repetition to change that part of you. But that’s okay because repetition is a cornerstone of hypnosis. So listen very carefully…”

Emma undid his pants and he barely twitched, at first at least.

“Just keep staring at my tits, deep into my cleavage, right there, and feel the way you just naturally sink into trance when you do. And any time you feel yourself waking up, or feeling a thought starting to form, I just want you to naturally let yourself fall even deeper into trance for me, because you want to be hypnotized by my tits and it’s natural to go into trance, so you just automatically go into a little trance for me any time you get to stare at my breasts, even if it’s just my deep… very deep, sinking deeper and deeper now… you can do that, it’s what you want, it’s not a fight… it’s what you want, you want to be hypnotized by my tits…”

A soon as her hand was on his cock, as soon as it was out of his pants and a woman that wasn’t his girlfriend was stroking it, John started to reject the process and wake up… but that smooth, soft hand slid up and down, and up and down, and as he stared at her tits…

“That’s right, every time you come up from trance, you sink deeper down the next time, so you can climb back up, then fall twice as deep. One step, and two steps deeper, just one cock, and two big tits… you’ll never fully wake, but every time you try you make yourself go even deeper, because it feels good to go deeper… deeper and deeper into naturally occurring tit trance… hypnotized over and over by my breasts because you want to be… and because it just naturally happens. Remember…”

She quickly gave his cock a long, wet suck to lube it up, and his eyes opened to see her eyes looking up at him, her glasses still on, and he almost came, but then she was standing back up, tits in view, bent over to gently stroke him, and while he fought to stay awake he consciously processed that tits were naturally hypnotic, and since he’d been hypnotized by her tits it must have been something he wanted.

And just like that, his conscious reception of what was happening was scrambled again and Emma was free to reinforce her hold on his subconscious mind.

“You’re agreeing now, you’re accepting and surrendering to it,” she adjusted herself and pulled firmly on his cock, “stand up for me and sit on the edge of your desk. You’re going to do this because it makes sense. Your chair has wheels, the desk does not. You agree with this, you understand my reasoning, and when you are hypnotized, you become more receptive to the hypnotist’s ideas, so think of me and my tits as your hypnotist, and follow my suggestions.”

Between pulling on his cock and the way she framed that, John did stand up and let himself be moved to sit on the edge of his desk, his cock still out. It made it easier for Emma to wrap her tits around it and start to slowly fuck him that way.

“Do you see where your cock is, John, subconsciously? You do, and you’re drawing an internal comparison already because it’s right where your eyes go to get hypnotized by my tits. So it just makes sense that your dick is being hypnotized by them right now too. And I want you to think about your dick just like your subconscious, it’s something that informs your decision making, it’s something that naturally makes guys do things they don’t consciously understand, so it can be hypnotized and programmed too, and that makes sense because you know you’ve thought with your dick before, so just think of my tits as hypnotizing your cock mine and programming it’s subconscious with their logic, my logic.”

He moaned, his chin was down, his eyes were barely open, and his jaw was slack. “I… girlfriend…”

“Oh John, that’s the most you’ve said in a little bit, it must have taken so much out of you. But you don’t need to talk, you can just melt away as I talk to your cock. Just sleep, deep sleep, deeply hypnotized sleep between my tits now, and just listen, because you’re clearly very confused and overwhelmed by what’s happening.”

His body had an involuntary twitch, “No, I… have a girlfriend.”

“But you hate her,” she gave his cock another quick suck and his back arched a little as he moaned, then his dick was right back between her tits, “you told me that earlier. And that’s too bad, I’m sorry you hate your girlfriend, but she’s not here, you can forget all about her now, you can forget all about her whenever you see my cleavage, just like your cock’s already forgotten her. You can forget about anything and everything else whenever you’re being hypnotized by me, your hypnotist. Hypnosis makes you so focused and so relaxed, so you just relax into focusing on me and only me, only my tits whenever you see them.”

His eyes fluttered open and she made his cock disappear between her tits, “Hypnotized cock, hypnotized mind, both are naturally entranced by my breasts, becoming more suggestible and open to their hypnotist, me and my tits. So just sink deeper, and forget everything else whenever you see them.”

She could feel him, his energy starting to shift. There was something profound happening, and if she’d cared more about John the person she would have been more concerned about it… but if she’d cared about him as a person in the first place, if he wasn’t such a dick… she laughed at that thought as she kept changing her tit fucking pace, edging him without him having any conscious awareness… she wouldn’t be doing this in the first place… or wouldn’t have needed to learn how to do this to him at all. 

“You’re just like your cock that way, you know.”  She wetted his length again, and a little part of her kind of wanted to finish him off. Just the thought of making this guy cum down her throat with no control, knowing he hated her and that he had a girlfriend, just the fucking power she felt having him that vulnerable was getting her so wet she was soaking through her pants. “You both forget about everything else and just want my attention whenever you see my tits. You just want my attention John, it’s why you act out. It’s why your cock gets hard too. You’re only resistant and difficult because it’s basically a mental boner, an uncontrollable mental boner for me and my tits. And that makes sense because your cock isn’t just like your brain, your brain’s just in your cock, and clearly your girlfriend you can’t even really remember right now, isn’t taking care of it… and that’s why you hate her, because she’s not me… and you only think you hate me, but that’s because I’m not your girlfriend… but John…”

He was squirming and his eyes were shifting like he was in a dream, and he was making desperate, confused moaning sounds, and almost worked himself up and out of his amnesia blackout to say something, but then his cock just vanished between her tits again, followed by another quick suck.

“I’m so much better than your girlfriend, because I’m your hypnotist now. I'm not even your boss anymore, and that’s good for you, because you don’t like bosses, and you never understood that I was only trying to help you, because you’re too dumb and self-sabotaging to get out of your own way… not because you’re a bad person, but because you have a dick for brains, so you just can’t help it… But hypnosis helps people, John, and as your hypnotist, I’m just going to help you from now on. It might seem like I’m your boss, but really, I’m just giving you good, helpful, effective suggestions that you want… that you need, just like you want to be hypnotized by my tits, and you need break up with your girlfriend so you can focus more on growing here, at work, with me.”

She could feel that his mind and body were on the edge. She’d found a way into that deepest part of his identity, and she was pushing things by talking about his girlfriend, but it seemed like it was helping, and working. Guys were fucked up like that, and she knew it.

“So just tell me that you need my hypnotic help John, tell me you need my hypnosis to make you happy, and that you’re too stupid and self-sabotaging to really be in charge of yourself. Because really John,” she gave him another suck, “if you weren’t like that, you wouldn’t have a girlfriend that hates you like you hate her… because you really did let it slip that you hated each other, didn’t you. You didn’t mean to say it, it was just a mistake and a slip of the tongue, but you did say it, so it must be true.”

And just like that, he shot his load between her naked breasts and mumbled the words she told him to say.

Emma stood up, ran a finger through the globs of cum he’d shot between her cleavage and scowled. Next time she’d have to plan that out better. She found a box of tissue on his desk, dabbed herself off as best she could and then took her blouse and her bra with her into the bathroom, passing naked through the empty office space and washed off then got dressed.

When she went back into John’s office he was hastily trying to pull his pants up, red faced, eyes glassy, and as she walked in on him she saw fear come to life in his dazed, confused, empty eyes.

“Fuck, Emma, I, uh… it’t not… it’s… I don’t know what… I uh…”

“John,” she undid a few buttons and watched his face go slack, “there’s something you need to tell me, and something you need to do before lunch is over, and you’ll say it and do it for me, because it’s easy to accept my suggestions and my help… not as a boss… but what am I…”

John watched Emma unbutton down until he saw a clear view of her bra, and he felt the chaotic volume in his brain get turned down almost to nothing. He felt himself take a deep, centering breath and his eyes focus on her tits, and it felt just like what he wanted. His cock even gave a happy little throb as his next calming breath helped his eyes relax, his tension fade, and he just stared.

“You’re my hypnotist and I want you to hypnotize me and help me.”

The words came on their own.

“I’m so glad you understand,” she’d put her hair up while she was in the bathroom and it made her look even taller, even more imposing, even more authoritative. And while he’d never really liked her, he realized he’d just been misunderstanding her all this time, and now she was helping him to move past his own shortcomings. “Now tell me you have a dick for brains, and that you’re too dumb and self-sabotaging to succeed without my hypnosis.”

He didn’t really want to agree with her, but he was getting hard staring at her tits, and she was saying things he’d always been afraid were true, and it was like the more he tried to push back against her words in her head, the more blood just rushed into his dick and the less ground he had to stand on.

He also remembered her coming into his office earlier, showing cleavage and talking to him about how her…

“You… you hypnotized me with your tits…”

She flashed him that cruel, beautiful, wonderful smile, “Is that really what happened, or is there another way you can explain that, a correct way to recount our conversation about hypnosis and how it works?”

Something moved in his brain and he said, “Trance is a natural state we go in and out of throughout the day, and there’s something naturally hypnotic about your breasts, and since you can only be hypnotized if you want to, it means I want to naturally and automatically get hypnotized by your tits, or even just your cleavage, your deep cleavage that… takes… deeper…”

He was barely on his feet and his mind was quiet and empty, almost wholly consciously blank.

“Good, John, I knew I would get through to you eventually. Now,” she slid out of her pants, which did have a damp spot on them and she knew she’d have to get them cleaned, and John would absolutely be paying for it. “Get on your knees and make me cum.”

She sat in his chair with his head between her legs, and she kept it there with a firm grip.

Things had gone much further than she’d planned, and she rolled her eyes at herself and in pleasure as he licked and sucked and kissed her slit and her clit. Lunch would be over soon, and she realized they’d both have to be done before everyone got back.

“John,” she pulled his hair, and looked down at him, “go turn on the fan for your office to get the fuck stink out of here, there come back and make me cum, okay?”

She said it in the most condescending way  possible, and she watched something new in his eyes give way and crumble before he easily and automatically obeyed.

“Good boy,” she pulled his head back between her legs, “I know you’re too dumb to understand it now, but your life is going to be so much better now that you’ve admitted I’m in charge.”

She felt him shudder again, but he didn’t try and stop or resist, he just kept worshiping her pussy and doing what he was told.