Metronome Condition Pt 01

Note - Editing was done by using 2 grammar checkers so beware. I have Part2 almost ready. If an editor would like to contact me for proofing before I send that would be appreciated. If you don't read to the end, don't comment or score.

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I was having a nice business lunch with my personal assistant, Donna, and Tom Flanders of Flanders Inc.. That is until he threw business into the mix. He was trying to force a better deal for him and his company. Of course he was threatening to pull his orders if we didn't give his company an extra five percent off. We could probably do that because of the margins and the size of his orders. Although, the greedy shit wanted another five percent under the table for himself on top of that. My breathing became more rapid the longer I sat there and my hands were closing into fists.

Donna gently put her hand on mine, leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Steve we are done here, end the lunch, and let's go back to the office. Leave it open, tell him, "We will look at the numbers to see what we can do." I would have preferred to grab him by the neck and choke him right there in the restaurant. Instead we got up, said what Donna told me verbatim, paid the bill, and left. Once outside, Donna took the keys, because she wanted me to spit, and sputter about the audacity of the guy, without getting in an accident. On the ride back to the office says, "Let it out, you will feel better."

Once back to the office, Donna follows me into my office and closes the door, and says, "Use Tonya's metronome. You need to relax before you have a stroke." Glaring at her for only a moment because Donna was a friend of my wife's, but she even sounded like Tonya the way she said that. Tonya died in a car accident almost two years ago. I miss her. She always worried about me not being able to separate work from home life. Always saying, I should learn some type of relaxation technique. So one Christmas before that horrible drunk driver barreled through a red light, and ending her life Tonya gave me a present. A two part present that helped me through the last two years without her.

Reaching over, and with a quick flick the arm of the metronome resting on the cabinet began its calming swing. Tick, a metronome arm swings its metered path, tick, back and forth, Tick. As it starts the feeling of calm already settles in tick, Then a tap of the CD player next to it and the self hypnosis tract plays the relaxation mantra, a subtle vocal almost musical accompaniment. Closing my eyes I breath deep and slowly let my breath out. Willing my hands to relax from the white knuckle fist and say, "It is hot in here, time to shed some clothes." Another long intake of breath, tick, I try to push the memories of the customer out of my mind, tick. In a relaxed and dreamy voice Donna says, "Yes." as I remove my business jacket and loosen my tie. I turn and Sit in my swivel chair, I spin away from the metronome's swaying arm.

Comfortable, I look up to see what she might suggest about the Flanders problem. Before I say anything I watch Donna standing focusing on the metronome swings. A slight sway as her curvy body mimics the pendulum action as it swings its measured beat. I have never seen what I look like so I am captivated by what I must look like during a set. As she sways her jacket falls onto the chair she is standing beside. The tick of the metronome accompanied by the CD's hypnotic song fills the room. Usually I am captivated until it runs in ten minute sets. This time I am instantly pulled from its entrancing mantra and sway of the metronome as I break eye contact.

Donna didn't stop though as I watch captivated as she continues unbuttoning her shirt. Thinking she is only loosening it up like I did my tie, but soon she shows no sign of stopping. I have seen her in shirts that show a little cleavage, but she continues down to the bottom of the shirt. As her shirt spreads open I ask in a worried voice, "Donna?" and with a roll of her shoulders, lets it slide off. I just stare, as she continues to sway with the rhythm of the metronome's tick. As if in a dreaming dance her ample breast barely contained within her bra, has its own hypnotic dance.

It has been since the morning of Tonya's death since I have seen a woman undress before me. Tonya, must be at least a full cup size larger than Tonya ever was. The blank look staring over my left shoulder as Donna swayed should have been enough to clue me in. Although, the fact that her bra falling free, was a distraction I could not easily turn away from. Donna, a long time employee, friend, personal assistant, who I had never seen even in a swimsuit was now bare chested in front of me. Her large breast, with pert nipples, standing out on saucer sized light brown auroras, were stunning. I stand up and say again, "Donna? Why?"

"It is hot in here, time to shed some of these clothes." she replied in a distant voice as I continued to stare. Reaching down she undoes her slacks. I stand up as realization sinks in that she hasn't lost her mind. Because she has never made any romantic moves or even a hint of any exhibitionist attitudes. She is hypnotized and is responding to a suggestion about myself being warm and took off my coat and tie.

Getting up from my chair, realizing Donna continues until the mantra is done in whatever is left of the ten minutes. I go to her side, but don't know what to do or say as her pants fall away, leaving only some high waist thongs. She has always been a good friend, but always, dignified and well dressed in the office. Dresses at her knee or below, next to no cleavage showing of her ample endowment. I made a move to catch her pants from falling, but my fingers graze her thigh. Dropping to my knees in front of her I grab her pants and start to lift as her panties slide down without any more hesitation than the rest of her clothes.

Before I realize it, I am looking inches away from Donna's neatly trimmed light brown patch that matches the drapes. She has always been single, and dates occasionally, but her own dislike for her extra weight has always gotten in the way. Personally, now that I see her naked, I think the curves are beautiful. So she has a slight paunch at the belly, but mid forties, that isn't a bad thing. And that fine round ass, and very impressive breast. She should flaunt it more than hide it.

I can't help but take a deep breath, inhaling her feminine essence. My lips quiver as I stare at the puffy labia surrounding her entrance. My hands release her pants and start to slide up her calves. As they continue up onto her thighs, and my face starts to lean in. I pull back back and look up at her still swaying body. Her breasts seem to be reaching down to me. Then I see past them and to the blank stare and realize her mental position.

The thought of bending her over the desk is at the forefront of my mind, but I am her boss, friend. Guilt at taking advantage of her inability to say, no or even resist is not the way I was raised. Instead I stand and say, "Donna, it has cooled, you should cover up." She repeats what I said, Then bending at the waist she grasps her panties, rest on her shoes. Her ass right next to my now throbbing member that is tenting my pants. I reach out and rest my hand on her ass, to steady her, allowing my fingertips to roam.

By the time she has her thong about to cover her ass I release my copped feel. The thought of how much I have missed sex is colliding with my moral upbringing. Not so much as to keep from watching her dangling naked breast. As she reaches for her pants, gravity takes hold and makes them stretch them even larger. My heart rate beats a much faster tempo than the metronome paced tick.

As Donna straightens, I step back and move back to my chair to watch as she finishes dressing. I always thought of her as more than a friend, but now. I am going to dream of that curvy body tonight and probably many more after that. There is no putting the cover back on Pandora's box now that it has been opened. So as she finishes buttoning up her shirt I say, "Donna, sit, relax, and remember only how the metronome's tick helped you to relax."

The CD stopped after a couple of more minutes. I continue to watch Donna sitting with a slight sway to her body. Tick, and then her body starts to sway back, Tick. Now that I have been watching her chest dances to the beat. Almost hate to do it, but I turn my chair around and a gentle touch stops the metronome's swing. Donna remains seated, the sway slows to a stop as her eyes blink multiple times as intelligence returns to her face. I watch her carefully to see if she remembers anything while under its influence.

As her gaze shifts from the metronome to my face, I say, "Hi, I see you are back to the living." Donna blushes a bit and says, "Wow. No wonder why you always look so much more relaxed after you do this. I feel like I am just waking up from a long nap. Tonya's gift really does wonders. I bet a lot of our people would love to relax like this. Sasha the receptionist says she loves the job, but gets so stressed not knowing what the next phone call brings. It is amazing how stressful the front desk can be. I bet she would love to stay after work for a session so she doesn't take the work stress home."

I am speechless, I just nod and say, "sure". Sasha, is a thin, early twenties woman. Her face and figure were enough to hire her, but she is a smart, customer service oriented person. Always a sharp dresser, with firm long legs, and an athlete's body. Donna is looking at me as I run thoughts of Sasha through my sex riddled mind. Luckily Donna can't read minds and that she didn't wake up naked, and slap my face. My mind keeps bouncing between how amazing she looked and will it work on everyone? Trying to look Donna in the face. I ask her, "I'm curious, so other than sitting in the chair you don't remember anything else? We should lock the door next time so nobody sees us just staring off."

Donna looked at me for a second and then said, "All I know is that I am very relaxed and looking forward to the next time. Locking the door might be a good idea though."

Sitting behind my desk I am glad she couldn't see how excited, my tented trousers say I am. Saying, "Good." As I begin to think about how this could be a very stress relieving everyday thing. There are things that I will need to know. Work first though so I continue with, "So now back to our luncheon with Flanders. How long should we ignore his request?"

The meeting only lasts for a few more moments before I send Donna out of the office to do some number crunching for me. Turning to my computer I did some more research on hypnotism with a metronome. What is published as far as alternative suggestions. The how and when to initiate them. I did cause a change in my relaxation usual by spinning my chair around. Although, how far can a suggestion go and will it stay with a person. It is amazing how much stuff is on the internet about hypnotism

Donna stuck her head in the door as she was getting ready to leave. She told me she sent an in house email with the number crunching she had done. Then asked if there was anything else needed before she took off. Shaking my head no, she says, "I mentioned the relaxation trick to Sasha, and she is very interested." My mind went from what she did, to what I should do, and then, how to do it. Finally I say, "Let's plan on relaxing again just before lunch tomorrow. If you still think Sasha might be interested we invite her in a couple of days. Have a good night Donna."

Popping out the CD and dropping it in its case I take with me on the short ride home. When Tonya died, I couldn't stay in the same house. It just didn't feel right. Everywhere I looked happy memories would flood in and then leave. Moving into a 2 bedroom condo near work. Was a hidden blessing. During the move I found the CD and Metronome in the spare room. It really helped me relax when I needed it most. My business was suffering, because I couldn't get past the loss. Donna was a big help keeping me on track at work, and the Metronome gave me peace at night.

Now the business is thriving, even with idiots like Tom Flanders trying to squeeze extras. Donna has always known about the metronome's magic effect on me, but she had never seen it in action. She always thought it was just something that helped me relax through meditation. Seeing her reaction to it, and what it could do, it was time to see what else it is capable of. Grabbing some leftover chicken I bought for last night's dinner I sat down and popped open the paperwork that came with the CD.

It contained basic information on how to use them in combination, but then at the bottom it added a website. Meta-Analysis of Interactive Metronome Training: Altering personality flaws. The web site had more information on how to help with weight loss, and quit smoking. There is a hint of other possibilities such as control issues. A little bit more internet searches from the web sites that were listed as sources. Falling into bed after midnight, my mind was reeling with a number of interesting possibilities to ponder.