Saturday had been an anxious day for Brian as he had met Alicia offering to help her with the real chance it could all go wrong. It hadn't. In fact it had gone exactly as planned. It was late and he was tired when he stopped to look at the young woman on his way to bed. In her sleep she squirmed, still wearing the tight fitting rubber panties with the dildo inserted, she seemed to be pivoting her hips around the thing. He wondered what bizarre dreams she was having, shrugged and continued on to his room.
***
Alicia had been too easy. Already under pressure from moving to a new city she had become distraught ready for him to take over her life that seemed to be falling apart. It was a simple plan like the others. Subjects had a particular weakness, a fear of something, which he used against them. Except one, Isabel, who happened to revel in her nightmare. He had to let that one go.
Several weeks ago Alicia had answered his advert for an office junior, along with others. As soon as she walked in to his office he hoped she was the one. Long blonde hair framed a cute face with a little button nose. Not tall, not with the long legs he liked but ample breasts that sat up perkily high on her chest. Her slim waist not only emphasised those luscious breasts but, with the blond hair fluffed up it shaped her whole body to look top heavy. He hoped her credentials checked out on paper too.
The casual interview went well with one exception, her age. At twenty-four she was too old for the usual customer. Everything else was perfect. Parent's deceased, new to town, no flat mate, lost contact with old friends and relatives. When no one else fitted the strict criterion he decided to call her back for a second interview.
It was a hot day with the air conditioning off and a special cup of coffee all conspired to leaving her sleepy, trying to pay attention. From looking sexy, with eyes drooping half closed, the effect was spoilt when a goldfish impersonation began. Her bottom jaw would gape then snap shut as she tried to keep awake. Brian was reading the small print of an employment contract, enough to send any one off. It should to be against the Geneva Convention, pure torture. A slight snore woke her for just a moment. He watched her head settle back on the office sofa. Alicia was away in dreamland with eyelids gently flickering.
As usual he placed a pair of earphones over her head and left with a tape of instructions insidiously playing into her subconscious. After several hours he returned to the office to slide open the top left draw of his desk. The panties were gone and hers left in their place. It looked as if the hypnotic suggestions had succeeded but to make sure he picked up the phone to call her.
"Hi Alicia? You don't know me but I'm calling about that office position at Hudson Pharmaceuticals. I'm pleased to offer you the position. Well that's OK. Just report to reception and ask for Miss Stuart of Human Resources. Who interviewed you by the way?" He waited a moment for the hypnotic suggestion to kick in. She hesitated but gave the expected answer.
She didn't remember him at all. She said a woman had interviewed her at an employment agency. This confirmed she was under the influence of the tape and it was a real job he had arranged for her. Brian carefully checked the office was clean of fingerprints and anything else that might trace back to him then closed the office door behind him for the last time. Eventually the letting agency and office supplies store would enquire for payments but by then he would be long gone.
Over the next few weeks he phoned with follow up instructions until she was totally confused and desperate for help. Even when they met again she wouldn't remember him from the interview. It suited his sense of humour as well as her personality to play upon an unrealised desire for exhibitionism.
Each evening he would phone, stating clearly the phrase that would leave her susceptible. "Repeat your instructions for tomorrow Alicia." He told her.
"Before leaving the office I must remove my panties and bra and place them in my handbag." Alicia repeated. A quickening of breath with a slight catch in the words revealed illicit excitement at the thought of it. Yet this small act was also torturing her.
Following her home each evening ensured her safety as well as being necessary to check she had followed instructions. Brian needed to judge from how nervous and scared she looked when the time to contact her again was right.
***
Sunday morning and Brian was up early pleased to complete this final contract. From the moment of yesterdays contact Alicia had given in to his instructions. Feeling confident he had pushed forward with the plan making her wear those ridiculous panties. It had been pushing things too far so early yet she had submitted to the indignity.
"Your awake. Good. I see your still wearing them." Brian spoke to her like an errant schoolgirl. She looked like one too with eyes down cast, ashamed at how easily she had submitted to him. Running away dressed in nothing but these rubber panties was impossible even if she could walk far in them. As bizarre as this treatment was she would submit in the hope of a cure. She just couldn't face going out when her underwear, even her clothes might disappear. Of course she was doing it to herself but that was what was so frightening.
"You know where the kitchen is so prepare yourself then breakfast. Oh! Yes. Those things. Stand up and I'll help you out of them. You won't need those again, I have other pans for you today."
