Briana fell back and sat against her couch. Her mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. She should be thrilled; after all her job was to please her man, and she had done that. Ham Mason, the proud owner of a business for which she was planning a hostile takeover had succumbed to her trance-induced sexuality. He had orgasmed all over her, she should be thrilled. She also had followed her new programming and thoughts, using her sexuality to get men to give her what she needed. SHE HAD WON.
But as she was still on the floor of her office where Ham's premature ejaculation had ended the negotiations - part of her was unfulfilled. She needed it - she needed sex - she needed a cock - right now.
Staring at nothing in particular, Briana calculated her options - Ham was gone, Jon, her boyfriend (or at least he used to be) was in New Zealand and it had been the MOST stressful day. 'Stressful'??? She needed release, the best release she knew - Matszuka!
Not really knowing what to do, Briana picked up the phone and dialed her Asian masseuse, never stopping to question how she knew her brand-new masseuse's phone number from memory.
Matszuka answered the phone and Briana, her brain starting to trickle out of its mistaken trance, begins grasping what has occurred and Briana started to cry.
"Miss Briana, what is the matter," Matszuka says in her light, but noticeable accent. It was a loaded question and Briana, feeling she had no where else to unload, began to unload. Matszuka listened to the flood of emotions. She realized perhaps Briana was moving too fast into her new lifestyle and her brain was 'overheating' in effect.
"...and then he told me to turn around..."
Matszuka put her fingers near the phone and interrupted. "Briana! Sleep - "SNAP". Briana's stream of consciousness immediately left her, her mind went blank like the old etch-a-sketch game used to have its picture wiped away with the turning of a knob. Briana's jaw went slack and without a prodding from Matszuka, she couldn't tell you a single thought that had passed in the last ten minutes.
"Briana you are very deep in my power again, aren't you?"
"Yes, Matszuka."
"Very good, my good girl Briana, Matszuka is so pleased that you called me, I will lead you and guide you. You don't need to carry your worries, I am taking them from you right now like a great weight off your shoulders, isn't that nice?"
"Yes, Matszuka," Briana said softly, almost in a 'girly' voice.
"Yes, of course, my sweet girl, only Matszuka can help you feel better, only Matszuka can make you relax SO much," the Masseuse was almost singing now, "taking you back to the massage room... rubbing you with oil making you feel so good! Can you feel me massaging you?
"Yesss" she mumbled.
"All worry gone, only relaxing to my touch." Matszuka massaged Briana with her voice, removing the stress of the day and replacing it with only the best memories of the events, how sexy she was. How she used her sexiness to secure a great deal for her company.
"...to that cool, beautiful beach, with the cool breeze, you in your sexy bikini, letting me lead you down those plush covered steps to the moist, soothing sand below."
Briana saw the beach and the steps, she felt the plush carpeting in her toes, she felt the breeze in her hair and on her bare midriff as Matszuka led her deeper and deeper down the stairs...
"...1... ten times deeper now, then eeeever before... breathing deeply, totally incapable of thinking without being told what to think, totally incapable of disagreeing with anything Matszuka tells you...
Matszuka's face barely displayed the satisfaction she felt inside hearing the succumbing sigh of her subject. Briana was mentally enjoying a massage that opened her mind to so many suggestions Matszuka could offer. The masseuse knew well that she couldn't make Briana do anything the heiress didn't really want to do, but, as all in Briana's office had observed, Matszuka could unlock subconscious doors that Briana had long ago closed off or perhaps didn't even know existed.
"You are such a good girl, my sweet Briana, following my instructions so well, I am so pleased. You are a wonderful subject, now feel my hands rub the backs of your thighs, moving closer and closer to your most sensitive areas," Matszuka's voice was monotone and firm, insuring her voice was filling the young lady's head, leaving no room for distraction to enter her accepting mind, "You want my hands to move closer to your private parts don't you? You've come to yearn for me to make you tingle in your most sexual areas, haven't you?"
"Yes," Briana's soft voice answered. Sitting at her desk with her daring fashion choices now askew, Briana smiled lightly. Her eyes were closed, her phone headset attached to her ear. Deep in her trance she imagined herself lying on her tummy feeling warm oils rubbing her upper thighs. Her pussy tingled. In reality, she was a sight. The vest that she had been enticed to wear this morning hung open, exposing her pasty-covered breasts and sporting a sperm-stain from the penis of Ham Mason. Her Skirt was a jumbled mess, pulled up, exposing her vagina which was no longer covered by the panties lying over the arm of her office couch. Her hand had to remove itself from absent-mindedly stroking her clit as she followed the instructors of her mental captor.
"...you will want me to come tomorrow and give you another massage and you will be so grateful knowing that we have booked the appointment. Now I am going to give you some instructions that you will NOT remember when I awaken you, do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
Matszuka probed to find out what staff would be on site tomorrow and was pleased to know that Briana's son had left town for two weeks to visit his grandparents. The young boy would come back to find a different mommy when he came home.
"I will come to give you a special massage, Briana, but there are some things you MUST do for me - SNAP..." Matszuka snapped her fingers, a heavy trigger for dropping Briana deeper. The masseuse heard a happy sigh from Briana and begins to have her sexy subject write a list of detailed instructions. Tomorrow WOULD be an interesting day!
* * *
BRIANA TAKES CONTROL
Briana finished dutifully writing the list narrated by Matszuka, a list Briana would not remember writing and which she could pass a lie-detector test professing it never existed. But it was a list and it would lead her through a memorable night - if only she would be able to remember it.
"Briana you have to..." The words caught in Zoe's throat as she looked on the couch and saw Briana's panties.
"BRIANA!!???"
Briana's secretary almost screamed as she saw Briana's state of dress - or undress - and Zoe could scarcely move herself to close the door behind her to hide this scene from the rest of the staff.
"Briana what did you do??? Briana??"
The company president had not yet even heard Zoe's voice yet.
"...you will have NO sex tonight and you will forget everything I have told you to forget," a voice continued on the phone, "Briana AWAKE - SNAP - " Briana hung up the phone and then she slowly regained her bearings of what was around her.
She looked up at Zoe, but Zoe wasn't sure her boss could even see her.
"Briana? Are you alright?"
Briana smiled, seeing her nice young secretary at her desk. At the moment, the horror in Zoe's face registered with her and Briana realized the full impact of the scene.
"Oh" she said, grabbing her vest and pulling it together as she hustled around her desk to collect her missing panties. As she pulled the sheer, black silk fabric into her hands, Briana suddenly realized something about her body. There was a yearning, almost a hunger... like, somehow she had been to a restaurant, but not allowed to eat.
She needed something... Briana searched herself and found the culprit - right between her legs. Her pussy was screaming for attention - it needed, and was rapidly beginning to demand, release.
As Briana turned towards Zoe, her mind trying to process a proper response for the moment, Briana was subconsciously beginning to understand what Matszuka didn't yet know. Matszuka had unleashed a fire in this former ugly duckling and, despite Matszuka's expert manipulation of Briana's man to forget the humiliation of her cum-covered ending of her cavort with Ham; even Matszuka couldn't stop the fire burning between Briana's thighs.
Briana's eyes widened as she viewed her stunned secretary. Zoe had never looked more beautiful than this moment. It was as if Briana's mind was seeing her through one of those filters to make women look even more beautiful in movies.
"Briana, are you OK? What is going on, you're scaring me," Zoe pleaded.
A lust filled Briana, not a massage-induced lust, but a 'massage-unlocked' lust. Something Briana had locked up over a decade ago after her night with Michelle was free to roam her body again. And that something had settled right in Briana's moistening pussy and could not be ignored.
"I'm fine, Zoe," Briana smiled and brushed her hair from her face as she turned to face the redhead, "I did what I had to do and I got Mason's signature and we got the deal."
Zoe's tension was eased by Briana's soft tone and apparent recollection of her senses, but she didn't move a muscle as her boss slowly eased towards her. Briana had forgotten about holding her top together now and the vest was no match for its owner's two ample assets. Zoe tried not to look, but the silver chain was moving back and forth in a way that compelled Zoe's attention.
"I think we need to celebrate, Zoë" Briana gave a lights smile as she stopped just in front of Zoe. Thoughts were feeding themselves into Briana's brain, instructions that Matszuka had placed into a box and demanded that Briana forget. These thoughts alerted Briana to new abilities, abilities to use her sexual power to get what she wanted. And right now Briana DEFINITELY wanted Zoe.
