Boss watched from his office window as the newest recruit came in: a fresh-faced Ivy Leaguer, magna cum laude, with red hair and a pert body. Boss stroked his hardening cock through his pants and glanced at her psych profile. It seemed like a waste to turn her into what she would become, but the imaginative ones were always the best for this kind of hypnotic training. She would be able to do her job without a thought in her head unless Boss put one in it. Besides, why hire a trained monkey when you can get yourself a deeply trained and conditioned sex slave?
The report indicated that there was already lots of progress made before Beth’s first day. Her considerable imagination combined nicely with her sense of entitlement: she didn’t even recognize the low-level hypnosis his assistant initiated with her, and she had no idea that when she left her interview, she also left with her brain riddled with post-hypnotic triggers, including a trigger that had her calling in every single day for reinforcement. She even still thought of herself as reasonably assertive, despite her decreasing inability to ignore ringing phones or to say no to low-level upsells while shopping.
Boss’s phone rang, and his trusty assistant came on the line. “Good morning Mas – Boss,” she corrected quickly. “The new girl is here.”
“Thank you Sheila. You sound like a happy girl today. Your tits are very happy,” he said. She’d done an excellent job on the training and reinforcement with Beth, she deserved to spend a day playing mindlessly with her tits. Besides, even before he hypnotized her into a workplace sex toy Sheila proved herself loyal, inventive and industrious – so industrious that she unwittingly did all the research that resulted in making herself his favorite slave and recruiter. Boss made a note to ask Sheila if she’d like a little work done on her body; he still found her sexy, but Sheila had some insecurities about the hang of her breasts he could not hypnotize out of her.
Boss came out of his office to greet the redhead. “Welcome,” he said, distracting Beth from the way Sheila’s mouth was rounding into an aroused and helpless O. He needed to distract Beth before Sheila’s hands actually made their way to her breasts. He placed his hand on the small of Beth’s back, steering her away from the sight of his self-pleasuring entranced assistant. “The conference room is right this way,” he said. “We’ll just have you watch a few videos and get oriented.”
Beth stepped away from his hand and ahead of him to the conference room. At the door she paused and met his eyes. “Look, I don’t want to get off on the wrong foot, but I’m not really a touchy-feely person. I’d appreciate it if you respected my boundaries.”
Boss suppressed a grin. More colleges were sending young women through assertiveness training, and in most companies, it probably worked. Here, he thought if it as famous and frequent last words. He stepped back, hands in the air. “Absolutely. Hands off lady.”
Beth gave a brief smile and nod of appreciation; he could tell she felt a touch smug for making her lines clear. Boss gestured to the TV and DVD set up on the end of the conference table. “It’s ready to go, just push play. I have a staff meeting so I’ll be back in a few hours to check on you.”
She looked across the empty table. She saw not so much as a W-2 to fill out. “Is there a pen and paper so I can take notes?”
“We just want you to focus on the video for now,” Boss said, emphasizing the word focus. Beth’s face slacked slightly at the word. “We’ll have you out for a paperwork orgy afterward. You just focus on the work at hand.”
Shaking the cobwebs that crept up - Jeez, I guess I went to sleep too late last night, what was with that marathon masturbation session? - Beth grimaced, and tried to fake a smile. She sent up a silent prayer that she need not spend too much time working with this guy.
Boss shut the door, leaving her alone with the DVD remote. She looked around the room – there was a panel of mirrors on one side, a nice way to avoid any staff having a claustrophobic meltdown. Other than that, there was nothing but the table, chairs, a conference phone hookup and the TV/DVD player – and the remote in her hand. Beth pushed play.
The video was the standard stuff: OSHA regulations, dress codes, absence policies and health benefits. The video maker used a lot of flashy graphics; a few times the lights made her head snap back as though someone had waved smelling salts beneath her nose. Beth checked her watch – four hours had passed? “How long will this damn thing go on?” she muttered, wondering if she should pause for lunch. Another flash of light hit her eyes, then another. It seemed like the DVD had some second track she couldn’t make out, and yet another flash in her eyes made her eyelids flutter. She’d close them, just for a minute – long enough to prevent a migraine.
Boss smirked from the other side of the one-way glass. Beth went down right on schedule. The pre-conditioning Sheila did during Beth’s job interview had her responding to one post-hypnotic trigger after another, and she had no idea how deep her conditioning already went. Boss adjusted his fly, thinking about slamming into Beth’s dripping, helplessly willing pussy.
A murmur in the soundtrack prompted Beth to open her eyes, and when she looked on the screen, a green spiral swirled on the screen. She stared blankly, critical thought sliding away into what Beth thought was mere boredom. Now, Boss thought, the training begins.
A gentle female voice – Sheila’s – began speaking firmly. “Beth, pay attention. Beth, please focus. FOCUS. Beth, it’s very important you focus on the screen. Beth, the most important thing right now is that you focus on the screen. The screen is the most important thing in the world in this moment. Focus on every word. Focus on every sound.”
Beth leaned forward, slumping slightly but obeying. Yes, yes, pay attention. She wanted to do well in this job. If she did well in this job, she could go on to a more prestigious job. She might suck the boss’s cock as that would be prestigious. Where did that come from? It wasn’t important, what mattered more than anything was the screen and the voice, the voice telling her familiar things that made her feel so relaxed, relaxed, relaxed and aroused.
Pay attention, the voice urged. If you pay attention, you won’t need to think about your job. If you pay attention you won’t need to think Beth, don’t think Beth, Beth, no thinking. Just listen, no thought. No thoughts. No thoughts allowed without permission.
Beth drank it in, feeling light headed and relaxed, a slight tingle rising in her pussy. Soon all her attention focused on that tingle, and wouldn’t stop. The nice voice was telling her how horny she was, how very horny, Beth is so horny and clothing just felt wrong, it needed to come off so she could run her hands over her sensitive skin. Off, clothing off. Clothing must come off. Her first day on the job, and she should put in extra effort take it all off – it was important in her new job to respond, not to think, no thinking only responding and the voice began counting, so urgent, ten, her shirt came off, deeper and hornier, two her skirt and God the tingle that went through her, three and she stepped out of her shoes, by eight she was unfastening her bra and her breasts felt so sensitive more sensitive than ever before – and why was that lately? Ten Beth was naked and feeling so gratified at a job well done. She stared at the screen, the all-important screen that informed her, advised her, praised her, made her so thoughtlessly horny. Horny. The screen said no thinking, but she was allowed to feel. Beth felt horny.
On the other side of the glass, Boss unzipped his fly. Here the fun began. “Say hello to the rest of your life,” he said, watching her nude form standing up, gazing blankly into the screen, nipples hard and running her hands over her shaking and aroused body.
Beth’s breasts had never felt so good; she had no idea that her pre-work talks with Sheila instilled an increased erotic sensitivity in them that would make it easier for Boss to control her. She pinched and tweaked while her brain told her that by teasing her breasts she also teased her clit. Beth was horny. Beth was always horny. Work made Beth horny. The way Beth felt about work was horny, aroused, ready to fuck. Beth was a slut. Her hands drited down to her clit, and the voice on the monitor changed from Sheila’s gentle command to a man’s baritone. The voice allowed her to sit down, allowed her to spread her legs and stroke her clit. The voice increased her pleasure by 20 times, by 50 times, and just as she was on the edge of cumming it dialed her back to a 5, and then counted up again over and over, just taking her back as she was about to cum.
Beth heard moaning, and in a distant way recognized her own voice begging for release, begging for the voice to release her, she would do anything, she would be anything, just let her cum because she felt horny, the voice allowed her to be horny.
Then the man’s voice said yes! She could cum, as long as she said the magic words, as long as she believed the magic words, as long as the magic words became her. Yes, the magic words. 20, 50, 1000, so horny and needing to cum. The green circles had a red word in the center, so simple, so brilliant. Obey.
Say you obey, said the voice. Say you will always obey, and you can cum. Say you will obey and be an unthinking and horny slut, and you can cum.
A voice in the back of Beth’s head said no obey. Bad thinks. But that was thinking, and Beth wasn’t allowed to think. The arousal count went higher, the voice holding her back from orgasm until she obeyed. 20, 30, 500, 1000, 2000 god all she was was her need to cum, needed to cum, can’t cum until she obeys. Obey would make her cum. Obey. Obey. So helplessly aroused, and at last the arousal over took her.
“I obey,” came out of Beth’s mouth, an involuntary response from her softened brain, and she came. She came hard, and began to chant, “I obey,” and she would come. “I obey,” and she came again. It became a chant, self-reinforcing. “I obey,” cum. Obey, cum. Obey, cum. Obey, cum. Each orgasm left her mind a little more open, a little more blank, so much more submissive and willing to be controlled.
Beth at last stopped, her body exhausted and her mind helplessly open. She lay, naked, legs spread open over the office chair. Boss let himself into the room through a sliding panel. His low voice said firmly, “Obey, Beth.” Another orgasm shot through her, making her moan even louder at her complete absence of control.
Quivering and blank, Boss pressed on with training his new employee. “Yes Beth, you love to obey.” He paused as another shudder ran through her. “Do you know why you love to obey?”
Shudder. “No…”
“No what?”
“No Boss.”
“Beth, that’s not my name. My name to you is Master. It is the only name you have for me. You need to call me Master. You must obey Master. Saying yes master gets your horny. Repeat after me: I must obey Master.”
Another orgasm. “Must obey Master.”
“Say it again.”
“Must obey master.”
“Again.”
Beth eventually began to chant it, and then Boss allowed her to stop.
“Beth, I’m giving you a little gift: your very own thought. Master is letting you have your own thought, one of your very own, one you can keep forever. You think that you must obey master. Tell me what you think, Beth.”
“Must obey master.”
“Tell me what you think until I tell you to stop thinking.”
“Must obey master, must obey master, must obey master…”
“Very good Beth. That’s the only thought you need to have today. Sleep now, and the only thing you may think while you sleep is that you must obey your master. Sleep.”
“Yes Master,” and with that, Beth slept, floating on swirling colors and the single thought of obedience.
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