Office Hypno Slut 02

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.

And wait til Ryan sees what I do to him...

She smiled thinking about her plans as she rubbed against Kyle's cock. Her clit began to tingle and her breath began to quicken. "You are my office bitch," Rebecca said. As she said it, she let out an almost imperceptible moan. From the closet, Ryan wondered

What was that?

But he couldn't lean in any further to find out. He was still rigidly stuck in place.

Outside the closet, Kyle's cock grew even harder. Rebecca covered a hand on her mouth as it did, holding back gasps of pleasure as her clit continued to rub against Kyle's cock through their pants. "I am your office bitch," Kyle again repeated.

"That's a good

bitch

." Rebecca kept rubbing against Kyle's erect penis, holding her voice in a steady, calm cadence despite the pleasure she was giving herself by using Kyle. "Keep saying it. Each time you say it, you go a little bit deeper. Each time you say it, it becomes even more true. Because we both know...it's always been true."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm your office bitch. I'm your office bitch. I'm your office bitch." Although Kyle still sounded blissed out and in trance, there was increasing confidence and firmness in his words. Every time he repeated the phrase, he sounded more sincere, more passionate, and more excited of his new role.

The emotion in Kyle's voice was making Rebecca incredibly wet. Her nipples hardened and became more sensitive. She unbuttoned her blouse and reached one hand inside her bra. She fondled her left breast, first by squeezing it. Then she rubbed her nipple back and forth, slowly at first, before quickly picking up the pace. The more attention she gave to her nipple, the more sensitive her clit became.

"That's a good boy. Who do you serve, bitch?" Rebecca asked. At this point, her voice was warbling a bit. Moving her hand to her right breast, she continued her nipple play.

This time, Ryan noticed the slight change in her voice from the closet.

What the HELL is happening? She...sounds...excited? Is she...getting off to this out there? There's no way, right?

Despite his interactions with Rebecca, including the more recent ones that he'd rather forget - the ones where he helplessly worshipped her feet - she looked like she was enjoying herself. Still, it didn't look like a sexual enjoyment. It more felt like the satiation of revenge: getting back at a bully or the like.

Shit,

he thought.

Maybe I misjudged her. Maybe Rebecca had a kink for this kind of thing. If so, that was worse. Much worse. Maybe Rebecca deep down had wanted to do this to her subordinates for a while.

Ryan thought.

If so, bringing the Hypno Ring to her office had given her exactly what she needed to enact her wildest fantasies.

His eyes bulged as frantic thoughts raced through his mind. Still, he was immobile, unable to do anything except worry. One thought played louder than the others, heavy and on repeat -

Oh god, what have I done?!

Although Ryan hadn't forgotten Rebecca, Rebecca had forgotten about him for the present moment. Unclasping one hand from her mouth, she rubbed both of her nipples, one with each hand, faster and faster. Her gasps became more rhythmic and defined, her eyes rolling back as she pushed herself over the brink.

Rebecca shuddered as an orgasm overtook her. A loud cry echoed out into the room before she remembered to cover her mouth. As she held back the moans that followed, her legs quaked and her whole body violently shook before slowly subsiding into minor shivers.

After a few beats, she finally spoke to Kyle again. "Good boy. Now enjoy blissful sleep until it is time for me to give you the command to move," Rebecca said. She pushed herself up off the floor, leaving Kyle to settle into the quiet. His entire body became even more limp and dead to the world. On his crotch was a large prominent wet spot that made Rebecca smile.

Just the first of many marks on my property.

She thought.

Then Rebecca froze.

Did Ryan hear some of that? I know there was a point where...

She thought back. Then she shook her head.

There's no sense in worrying. I know exactly what to do if he decided to question me about THAT.

"Ryan, are you still alive in there?" Rebecca called out to him. Ryan gulped before his voice automatically betrayed him again, answering - "Yes, ma'am."

"Excellent. Why don't you come out and face me?" Against Ryan's own desires, he stood up and opened the door, shuffling out to face his boss. Rebecca had walked back to her desk and placed her legs back on top of it. Dangling her left heel, a small part of her pantyhosed foot was visible, an obvious attempt to tempt Ryan back onto his knees.

Ryan stood there, silently. Rebecca spoke, "I assume you're wondering why I let you hear all of my hypnotic suggestions to Kyle, right?"

Ryan felt as if his jaw had unhinged. He found that he was finally able to speak with his own free will. "Oh my god, I can talk! And..." He breathed heavily before he spoke the next few words very deliberately - "I can say what I want to."

Rebecca grinned. "Yes, you can still talk...when I allow you to. Now, please answer my question."

Ryan coughed and stretched his neck side to side, before continuing - "Yes, I definitely have been wondering why the hell you would let me listen in. Wouldn't it be better for me not to know that you completely brainwashed Kyle, yet leave me to dangle by a thread of my last ounce of free will?"

And more importantly, did you REALLY use him for your own pleasure? Was what I heard really you cumming?

But something stopped him from asking that. He wasn't sure why at first...then it hit him.

Fear. He was terrified at what Rebecca might do to him. Or more likely, what she had

already

done to him.

Rebecca leaned her left foot a little further off the desk, playfully exposing her sole just a little more. Despite Ryan's attempt to avoid looking at it, he couldn't help but glance. He felt his mouth begin to salivate. The involuntary reaction both completely disgusted him and aroused him at the same time. He felt his cock betraying him as it pressed lightly against his pants. Rebecca met Ryan's eyes as she ran her hands up her long legs. Once she moved her hands to her feet, she bent down, giving herself a nice long stretch before moving her arms back behind her head. She thought,

Hm...he looks aroused and afraid. It's possible he

did

hear something, but it also looks like he's afraid to bring it up. Just as I thought.

She said, "It's simple, Ryan. I want you to decide with your own free will to devote yourself to me as my servant for life."

Ryan's jaw dropped. "Are you crazy?! I would never do such a thing!"

Rebecca giggled the light bubbly giggle that Ryan once remembered. However, this time it was filled with tinges of evil. "That's what

you

think. But one day, you will tell me, most likely on your knees, that you are devoting yourself to me for life. At that moment, we'll both remember this conversation, and funnily enough, you'll wonder why you were ever resistant in the first place."

As Rebecca said this, she dangled her left shoe rhythmically back and forth, faster and faster back and forth. Again, Ryan's eyes were drawn to it going up and down, up and down, before suddenly and unexpectedly, Rebecca kicked it off completely. Hitting the floor with a loud thud, Rebecca punctured the following silence with a carefree "Oops," before laughing and shrugging. "Kyle, could you AWAKEN and get that for me?"

Kyle blinked and sat up. Rubbing his head with both hands, he felt as if he had slept for over two days. He blinked a couple more times and looked around the room. First, he saw Ryan and waved simply and almost comically. Then he focused all of his attention on Rebecca and nodded. Crawling on his hands and knees, Kyle moved across the room quickly. Once he reached the shoe, he leaned over, grabbing it with his mouth like a dog. Ryan looked down at him, horrified.

"Kyle," he said. "What the

fuck

are you doing?"

Kyle turned and looked up at Ryan. In his face was simple confusion, as if Ryan asking the question was absurd. Ignoring it, he turned back and stood up before removing the shoe from his mouth and placing it on Rebecca's foot. Just when Ryan thought he'd never get an answer, Kyle slowly turned back to face Ryan and replied, "Serving Rebecca, obviously."

Rebecca looked at Ryan with a sidelong glance to see how he'd react before turning to Kyle. Ryan's jaw was completely on the floor. He stood immobile. Rebecca nodded, taking the information in.

It's all data to her,

Ryan thought.

All of this is. She's trying to run tests on me to find out exactly how to make me crack. This woman can't be human. No one would be this fuckin' sick!

Rebecca interrupted his thoughts as she said, "Thank you, Kyle. Would you please get back on your knees?"

She didn't need to ask twice. Kyle was on his knees again in an instant, then looked up at Rebecca adoringly, waiting for her next command.

"How would you feel if I told you, Kyle, that I'd let you sniff one of my shoes?"

Kyle grinned from ear to ear. "Ma'am, I'd love nothing more than that wonderful pleasure." Ryan shook his head as he heard Kyle said it. Although he knew Kyle had of course been hypnotized, it was hard to remember that when Kyle said those words so passionately and sincerely.

This was nothing like when Ryan had hypnotized Rebecca, her hollowly calling her master. Instead, this was true, effortless devotion. It made him jealous. He clenched his fists angrily as he thought,

Why couldn't I have done this? Why did I have to be so stupid and wake her up? Why couldn't I have planned this better?