The Hypnotist's Harem

Karen Joins the Harem - Part 2

Karen went home and thought about the session with Steve. How different it was from the rest of her life. She reflected on the past fifteen years of married life with her husband Jack. She had concentrated on her career so much that having children had never entered the equation. Her sex life had been reduced to his birthday, Christmas, and New Year's Eve, only if they fell on a weekend, and she had to initiate it. She'd had to rely on her four sex toys so much that she even gave them all names. Magic Mike was her favorite.

But what she felt that night in Steve's office was something she knew she could never forget, nor did she want to.

*

Steve was at his office bright and early the next morning to prepare for Thursday's sessions. The phone rang and he picked it up, pushing the paper in front of him away.

"Hello?"

"Steve... Um, I mean, Sir... My big presentation is in two hours and I'm starting to freak out. Can you help me?"

Steve slipped into his perfectly toned hypnotist voice. "Slow down, Karen. Take a deep breath and slowly exhale. Can you do a Skype call with me right now?"

"Yes, I can."

She gave him her Skype name (sorry, guys, you're not getting that one) and he hung up the phone.

It took a few minutes to get set up, but it only took thirty seconds to get Karen back into a deep hypnotic, relaxed state. Steve had inserted a few trigger words that he could use to take her deep, then used a quick deepener to make her highly suggestable. He gave her a few confidence suggestions to make sure she could deliver a highly energized and convincing presentation.

He looked at the screen, disappointed that she was once again in her traditional pantsuit. He decided she needed another suggestion.

"Once your presentation is over and everyone has congratulated you on a job well done, you are to come to my office immediately. If you understand and will obey, say 'yes.'"

"Yes."

He'd given her all of the suggestions he needed and proceeded to bring her back to full awareness. She was smiling.

He asked the normal post-session question. "How do you feel, Karen?"

"God, I feel so much better. Thank you, Sir."

"Great," said Steve. "I'm sure you will do an amazing job."

"Yes, Sir, I'll let you know how it goes."

They ended the call and he knew she was ready for her presentation. He stood up and left his office. He was going dress shopping.

Steve walked into "Christie's Boutique," a nice little upscale dress shop that catered to a higher end clientele. Christie herself met him just inside the door.

"Hello, Sir. It's always a pleasure to see you. How can I help you?"

Christie was a dynamo. At only 5'3" with blonde hair, a set of C/D tits, and an ass that could have been carved by Michaelangelo, she made you believe there was a God to put so much sexiness in such a tight little body.

He could have looked at her for hours, but he was on a mission. Steve had studied Karen's body while she was in his office and again on the Skype call. He was sure of her size.

"Christie, I need a size seven dress, something sexy but can also be worn in public when appropriate. You know my taste."

She smiled and said, "I think I have exactly what you're looking for. Any particular color?"

"Let's start with black or blue."

She went into the back and came out a few minutes later, wearing a very, very low-cut black dress with a slit up to her knees on both sides.

"The beautiful thing about this dress, Sir, is that these little slits have small zippers that allow you to be modest like this, or a little more daring." She started to raise the zipper, allowing the leg to be shown up to her thigh. "And for you, Sir, they can be raised even higher."

She then took the zipper all the way up to her hip, giving Steve a wonderful view of all of her charms.

"Perfect," he said. "I'll take the black one, and do you have one in red or blue?"

"I have all three colors, Sir, and a few more if you want to see them. A new recruit, Sir?"

"I'll take the black, red, and blue ones," he said, ignoring her question.

"Yes, Sir," she said, happy to not only make such a great sale so early in the day, but also feeling wonderful to have helped Steve. She knew he was very generous.

He paid for the dresses and smiled at her. "You will be coming to the party Saturday night, won't you?"

"I wouldn't miss it for anything, Sir."

"Wonderful," he said. He stopped at the door and turned back. "Your pink lipstick looks sexy today."

Christie grabbed the cash register with both hands, the bracelet on her wrist ringing like a bell as it dangled, hitting the "sale" button. She was gasping for air. "Please, Sir, please... Please may I have permission to cum... Please, Sir?"

"Cum for Me NOW!"

Steve smiled as he watched her body shake. The moans that came from her mouth were so primal, so full of passion it made him proud of his own abilities. She was hanging on the counter so she wouldn't fall down, her body clearly a limp noodle.

"Sir, how can I please you?" she asked.

He turned the lock on the front door and flipped the "Open" sign to "Closed." He led her to the back room where she would give him what he desired.