Rebecca's sweaty foot rubbed on Ryan's face and despite his greater urges, Ryan continued to smell. Ryan began to think his old self was going to fade away forever, replaced with Rebecca's nefarious new programming as a brainwashed, hypno slut...
Then there was a knock at the door.
At the same time Ryan thought
THANK GOD
in the back of his mind, Rebecca whispered "Shit." She removed her foot from his face and said, "Who the hell is in the office this late?"
Then she shook her head and said, "No matter, I'll deal with it." Turning back to Ryan, she commanded, "Get up and close yourself off in the closet over there. And while you're at it, no speaking."
Ryan's limbs acted independently of himself. He rose to his feet effortlessly, in direct opposition to how he had previously been glued to the floor. Moving to the closet, he tried to force his mouth open to call out to whoever was knocking. In his mind, he heard his excruciating pleas -
PLEASE! ANYONE! HELP!
But despite how loud they sounded in his head, his voice couldn't make its way out into the world. His eyes tried to turn to look in the door's window, but Rebecca had pulled the shade down.
That bitch! How the hell am I going to escape?
Ryan's hand limply opened the closet. Not much was inside of it, only a few office supplies like paper cups occupied the left corner. Stepping in and closing the door behind him, Ryan sat on the floor and waited for his next command. As he sat in the dark, Ryan contemplated the acts that got him here.
Why the hell did I think it was a good idea to order that ring? I should have planned this better. Instead, now I'm what? A hypno foot slave to Rebecca? I was only hoping to have some fun, not ruin my life!
But these thoughts were interrupted by Rebecca's voice. Her frosty, calm, and collected voice had returned. Addressing the door, she said, "Come in."
The door creaked open as footsteps shuffled in. "Hey, Rebecca," the voice said. Ryan cringed internally. He knew exactly who it was. Ryan wished he could yell at the top of his lungs, telling the person who owned it to run away as far as he could. It was Kyle, and he had entered the lioness' den, never to return.
"It's late, Kyle," Rebecca said. "Although I appreciate you putting in extra hours, I have to ask...why are you still here?"
Rebecca sat at the desk, reclined with her legs resting on top. She had put her shoes back on before Kyle entered. No sense in not keeping her office decorum and decency. When he had shuffled in, Rebecca knew she had flashed a moment of surprise on her face before her cold, neutral expression returned. As much as she had cultivated a perfect poker face over the years, surprises like this were its bane. Still, she had recovered quickly and adapted an interrogation-type tone to her earlier question to throw Kyle off his guard. Based on his demeanor, it was working.
"Well, um...I know it's strange," Kyle said, fumbling for the right words. Ryan could hear the nervousness in his voice. He figured he wasn't the only one either - Rebecca was astute when it came to reading people. In fact, she was so good at it, she was often able to create the upper hand in the conversation.
Kyle continued, muttering, "Uh...I was hoping you knew where Ryan was. We were hoping to meet after work, but I haven't seen him since I saw him enter your office today."
After Kyle spoke, a silence filled the room for a few beats. Kyle adjusted his balance from left foot to right. He was obviously uncomfortable, and more importantly worried.
But why?
Rebecca thought.
Did he know something about Ryan's plan?
She guessed that most likely, he knew a little bit, but perhaps not everything.
No matter,
she thought.
I'll get him to tell me everything.
Rebecca pointed towards the still-open door. "Would you mind closing that, Kyle, so we could have a more private discussion?"
Kyle bristled. The idea of closing the door seemed like a bad idea in his head. He wasn't sure why. It was only a gut feeling.
But could he really get away with telling the boss no? He decided to risk it, perhaps against his better detriment. "Um...if possible, I'd feel more comfortable if the door was open? I mean, I was just stopping in for a second to ask..."
Rebecca interrupted before Kyle could finish his thought - "I know. Whether I saw Ryan. He came in for a few moments earlier today, but I don't know where he went after that. Hopefully, back to his work. Maybe he took some work home with him?" She tapped her heel a couple of times on the desk, letting Kyle know she was unhappy with his continued presence and disobedience towards her direct command.
Kyle, completely missing the cue, shrugged. He felt like Rebecca was withholding information from him, but he didn't know how to pull it out. "Maybe," Kyle said, lamely. "Uh...I just - I don't know. I'm worried about him. He isn't normally like this."
Rebecca swung her legs off her desk and stood up, walking towards Kyle. As she did, the man flinched, turning back towards the door opening. Laughing as she neared him, Rebecca said, "What, Kyle, are you afraid of me? I asked you to shut the door. Apparently, you're having trouble following instructions. I figure I'd help model what you are supposed to be doing here: obeying me."
From behind Kyle's turned head, he saw Rebecca swiftly grasp the door handle and close the door firmly shut before locking it.
Oh shit.
Kyle thought.
This can't be good.
Rebecca switched on the spiral on the Hypno Ring and swung her hand in front of Kyle's face, an unexpected movement that caused Kyle to look. It was the biggest mistake in his life, the second biggest coming into the office in the first place.
The last word Kyle heard before the word went black came with loud, demanding force - "SLEEP!"
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Moments later, Kyle had collapsed onto the ground, completely comatose on his back, as he breathed long, slow, and relaxed breaths. Rebecca straddled herself over Kyle with each of her long, smooth legs on one side of his unconscious body.
If Kyle was still awake, he'd certainly be peeking into Rebecca's luscious line of cleavage, only visible from this angle because she was so close. Rebecca, now in a position of power, surely wasn't going to dress in any matter that a man could describe as slutty. Only at this angle, close up and on one's back could one see the road to Rebecca's breasts. They were a decent C cup, tantalizingly grabbable from this distance. Unfortunately, Kyle missed seeing this and everything else in the world, as he was deep in a beautiful, blissful, and unwakeable trance.
"Now Kyle, listen to my voice," Rebecca said in a soothing, calm, yet commanding tone. "I want you to listen as closely to my voice as you possibly can. You are going incredibly deep for me. Every time you breathe, you go deeper for me. Every word that you hear me say, you go even deeper. And every inch you go deeper for me, you'll feel better and better. Do you understand?"
Kyle answered, a monotone almost indistinguishable from his voice - "Yes."
Rebecca corrected him - "Yes,
ma'am
."
Kyle repeated, "Yes, ma'am."
She could see Kyle's forehead soften, his shoulders drooping, and his breaths becoming longer and more relaxed. Smiling a self-satisfying grin she continued, knowing that her conditioning was taking effect. "Good boy. Now listen - every word I say while you are in this state is the complete and absolute truth. When I say that something is a part of your personality, you know that it is true. Deep inside your bones, it's always been that way, even if there's a little resistance or some part of you that feels like it isn't. You know that's right, don't you, Kyle?"
"Yes, ma'am. You speak the truth," Kyle said.
"Good boy. You like to please me. You know this to be true. Nothing brings you such satisfaction than pleasing me. Isn't that correct?"
"Yes, ma'am. I love to please you." Each word Kyle spoke came out slower and sleepier.
"Good boy. You love to humiliate and debase yourself too, don't you? You love my feet - the sweatier and stinkier the better. Sniffing them and licking them bring you joy, don't they?"
"Yes, ma'am. I love your feet." Kyle's voice sounded even dreamier, less present than ever before.
"When you obey my words, you become sexually aroused, but you're unable to cum unless I tell you that you can. You could be on edge forever unless I told you. Your body will literally disobey you. It doesn't matter if you're having the best sex of your life. If I did not give you permission, you will not cum. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am. I will obey. I will only cum under your permission," Kyle said, repeating monotone and mindless. Rebecca felt a little bulge forming in Kyle's pants and pressing against her pants. She nodded.
Perfect,
she thought.
Almost done now.
She then said, "You will find that Ryan is helpless around me, though he still will resist when possible. Unlike him though, you will try your best to convince him that worshipping me is the most enjoyable thing on earth. Every time he tries to tell you that you didn't use to be like this, you will double down, increasing your connection to me and becoming even more devoted. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am. I understand."
From the closet, Ryan perked up at the mention of his name. Hearing what Rebecca was saying to his coworker and friend made his blood run cold. Rebecca was much more wicked than he had ever given her credit for.
Rebecca continued. "Lastly, you will not remember me telling you any of this. In fact, you will not remember being hypnotized. You will not remember going under. All you will think is that today, you made the decision to devote your life to me as a worshipping servant. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am. I am your worshipping servant." The bulge in his pants pressed against her even more.
Rebecca figured she should drive in the conditioning a little further before concluding. "You are my foot slut."
"I am your foot slut," Kyle repeated.
Rebecca felt her crotch getting wet. Watching this helpless loser lose his mind to her was incredible.
