Sweet Tal

[SlipsInsideHer]:

back into hypnosis

[SlipsInsideHer]:

deeper into accepting my words

[SlipsInsideHer]:

deeper into obeying

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and you know you've just agreed to pay the price

[SlipsInsideHer]:

don't you?

[LilyAnna]:

y

[SlipsInsideHer]:

we are going to change the way you think about your body

[SlipsInsideHer]:

it's time to recognise the difference between a good office girl

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and other women. Important people like Ms Mortimer, they are women, and they deserve your respect. You understand that now, don't you?

[LilyAnna]:

ys

[SlipsInsideHer]:

but you are a good office girl. You are not important like the other people in your office. You need to be deferential, that is why you called Ms Mortimer by her surname and you allowed her to call you Lil, isn't it?

[LilyAnna]:

i guess

[SlipsInsideHer]:

sure, and Ms Mortimer, being a woman who is respected, she has a chest and she has breasts doesn't she?

[LilyAnna]:

yes, she does.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

what do men call breasts?

[LilyAnna]:

tits

[SlipsInsideHer]:

that's right; but tits isn't a very respectful word is it?

[LilyAnna]:

no

[SlipsInsideHer]:

So it wouldn't be appropriate to use such a word for Ms Mortimer's breasts would it?

[LilyAnna]:

no, gess ntt.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

You wouldn't hear the guys in the office talking about Ms Mortimer's tits, now would you?

[LilyAnna]:

no wouldnt

[SlipsInsideHer]:

But a silly office girl who is just a bimbo, now that is different. No one shows deference to a bimbo do they?

[LilyAnna]:

nno?

[SlipsInsideHer]:

Of course not. Men would happily talk about a bimbo's tits. They wouldn't use such a respectful word like breasts for an office bimbo's tits would they?

[LilyAnna]:

well nno, I guess they woddnt

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and you know that you are a bimbo, someone who aspires to be a good little office girl. So you see, your chest can't have breasts can it?

[LilyAnna]:

I gues nott

[SlipsInsideHer]:

What do you have?

[LilyAnna]:

tits

[SlipsInsideHer]:

but that is such as masculine word isn't it? A good office girl wouldn't refer to them as tits, she is not one of the guys is she?

[LilyAnna]:

nno

[SlipsInsideHer]:

No, so she would use a more playful word, wouldn't she? She would call them her titties.

Of course he was right. Just as the word titties wouldn't feel appropriate for someone important like Ms Mortimer, so too the word breasts didn't really capture the highly sensitised chest on her bimbo frame. None of the guys would use the word tits for someone important like Ms Mortimer. Yet how natural it now felt for them to use the word tits when talking about her. In fact, the idea of them discussing her in this way made her tingle with anticipation.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

a good girl has titties and she loves to play with them. Hold your titties now in your hands.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

Don't they feel great as you feel their weight? Brush your hands over them, feel how sensitive the flesh is.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

Remember the visualisation? Imagine now your hands belong to that guy. Of course he wants to feel your titties, he is drawn to them. As you sit there fondling them, think of how playful that word titties is. Let it roll around inside your head.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

Feel the warmth of those hands cupping them, stroking them. Feel the fingers press at your nips, those little nips that go ping whenever you get excited. You are excited now aren't you?

[LilyAnna]:

y

[SlipsInsideHer]:

Of course you are, you are always excited when playing with your titties. It is natural for you to want him to play with them. You love the warmth he is generating in them.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and those naughty little nips are rock hard, aren't they? They always give you away and let him know just how hot he is making you.

Lily Anna stroked at her titties, the word spinning in her head. Such a playful word, it excited her. She could feel them hot to the touch of her fingers. As she stretched forward, she felt her nips betray the feelings coursing through her. Her bimbo body was always responsive, always transparent. She loved the way it responded to the manipulation of this man's fingers.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

That's right, from now on, you will always think of them as your titties. Other women have breasts, that word is suitable for them as they are important. Guys respect them.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

It will seem alien to you to use the word breasts for yourself, however. It won't feel comfortable. It won't feel right, will it?

[LilyAnna]:

nt right

Her diminution sent an unconscious shiver down her spine.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

good girl

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and important woman have down there, between their legs, they have a pussy, don't they? What do you have?

Lily Anna thought about this a moment. She saw where he was heading. How would men describe a bimbo's pussy? She was about to use the word cunt, but then thought for a moment longer. That seemed too harsh a word for her to describe her own body with. How could she make it more feminine?

[LilyAnna]:

a cunny?

[SlipsInsideHer]:

see, you're doing so good

[SlipsInsideHer]:

did you ever thnk of your slit as a cunt before?

[LilyAnna]:

no nevr

[SlipsInsideHer]:

but now you realise that pussy is for other women and a good little office girl has her cunny.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

Go on feel your cunny, how smooth and rounded it is. That is your little honeypot isn't it? You can smell the honey attracting the bees towards it. If you are not careful then those bees will fly right up into your honeypot, won't they? Feel your fingers sliding into your honeypot now. Remember the feel of your cunny opening and pushing itself down on that guys cock just now?

[SlipsInsideHer]:

You must protect your little eager cunny, hide it away, because you know that once your cunny feels someone's fingers, feels a hard, stiff, demanding cock seeking entrance, then it just can't help itself. The honey flows from within. You cannot stop those lips from opening and swallowing your fingers.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

Feel them now being swallowed. How warm and moist and bare and visible it is now. If you don't protect it, your cunny cannot control itself. You can feel your honey coating your thighs and fingers as you squeeze your thighs together.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

Squeeze them now and feel just how it inflames your cunny more.

Lily Anna was so hot and wet right now. It was almost impossible to prevent her fingers sliding through her juices up into her canal as they slipped and slid over her little cunny. The word just seemed to describe so sweetly this naughty hungry little mouth between her legs.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

can you feel the honey oozing over your thighs as your fingers slither up inside you? Can you feel the clinging of your little cunny as its lips wrap around those fingers, drawing them in?

[LilyAnna]:

ooh, yes…can't stop wat cunny wants…

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and hanging just above your juicy little opening hangs your clitty, doesn't it? That is your little bell isn't it?

[SlipsInsideHer]:

Take your warm moist fingers out of your cunny and ring your little bell now. Flick it from side to side. As you do so you hear in your mind "cling-cling, cling-cling" Say it now. It is your bell ringing. Spread your legs and let it ring.

Lily Anna's finger was vigorously flicking at her clitty, the echoey tinkling of a bell reverberating through her mind.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

You know that your bell is your key, it unzips you inside. Your bimbo side stepping through, taking over, moving your boby to the undulating rhythm of your body responding, opening you up. That tiny tinkling cling-cling in your ear paralyses you with anticipation. You are frozen, open, waiting. You can't help it. You want it.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

It no longer matters whether you like this guy who is ringing your bell, your cunny is already hot and ready for him. Your resistance fades away to the drumming of that bell in your head. It is calling you, because you are a good little bimbo who cannot resist being open and willing when someone comes calling at your door.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and when your cunny is full and your clitty is going cling-cling you know what happens next?

[LilyAnna]:

i cum.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

Yes you cum for them, because you know how turned on they will be at watching you squirm and moan upon their cock.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

do you want to cum now?

[LilyAnna]:

yes plese

[SlipsInsideHer]:

then cum now, over and over

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and each time you cum let the word rattle around inside your head as you tell yourself you are cumming. Each time you hear that word you will know you are a good girl, but you are only a girl. You will remember that you are a bimbo who respects her superiors. Whereas once you had the respect a woman deserves, now you have become a bimbo trying to be a good office girl.

Lily Anna came as she felt her honey gush, her lips hungrily swallow at her soaked fingers, her clitty was going cling-cling in her head and she told herself she was cumming and cumming and cummming. Each time she heard the word, she drove it deeper into her mind. She realised now that people like Ms Mortimer wouldn't understand her needs. That was why she had a pussy and Lil had a cunny. That was why she had breasts and Lil had titties. Her body was atuned to playing, it was highly sensitive and responsive. Thanks to this guy, Lily Anna was finally getting to understand her bimbo side and beginning to respect it and accept this nature of her self.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

Your little cunny rules you now. You know this is true. You know how needy it is for attention. And as you read those stories of the office girl your cunny will get wet, and will push you to desire to experience similar adventures for yourself.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

Do you understand?

[LilyAnna]:

yes

[SlipsInsideHer]:

good girl. That's why, when you are home alone, you always slip those naughty fingers of yours into your little cunny. It's because that hot little opening of yours needs constant attention.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

because you are obsessed with cumming

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and are you still repeating all your lessons every night?

[LilyAnna]:

yes

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and you'll add all you've learned today to it

[SlipsInsideHer]:

won't you?

[LilyAnna]:

yes

[SlipsInsideHer]:

such a good girl

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and these sexy words they arouse you

[SlipsInsideHer]:

don't they?

[LilyAnna]:

yesss

[SlipsInsideHer]:

Tomorrow you will remember that you have to work hard

[SlipsInsideHer]:

you need your boss and your supervisor to be pleased with you

[SlipsInsideHer]:

you need to do good at work

[SlipsInsideHer]:

but deep down you know you are a bimbo

[SlipsInsideHer]:

deep down you know you have to work hard to keep up

[SlipsInsideHer]:

with everyone else

[SlipsInsideHer]:

you know they are smarter than you, and you fear they will find out

[SlipsInsideHer]:

what would happen to you if they found out?

[LilyAnna]:

lloss job

[SlipsInsideHer]:

yes you'd be kicked out. You would be worthless, wouldn't you?

[LilyAnna]:

yyss, musst keep upp

[SlipsInsideHer]:

so you will work harder than everyone else

[SlipsInsideHer]:

because you are dumber than everyone else

[SlipsInsideHer]:

do you understand this?

[LilyAnna]:

yy

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and to compensate them for letting you keep your job

[SlipsInsideHer]:

you must do something for them, don't you think?

[LilyAnna]:

i gues

[SlipsInsideHer]:

What can you do for them?

It was hard to think, as Lily Anna's mind was overloaded with the imagery, and her fingers were still playing at her cloying cunny.

[LilyAnna]:

let them fuck me?

[SlipsInsideHer]:

No. Then you would certainly lose your job.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

You see how hard it is for you to work out what's best for you?

[LilyAnna]:

what shul;d I do then?

[SlipsInsideHer]:

You must dress nicely for them. Put on some makeup, make your face look pleasing and feminine. Smile and be non-threatening. You are a good office girl, and a good office girl likes to look nice. She wears skirts to accentuate her legs, she wears open tops, or tight fitting ones, so that her tits look soft and inviting. She wears heels to raise her ass invitingly.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

A good office girl notices the guys watching her. She loves the attention.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

Imagine them now discussing your tits and your ass

[SlipsInsideHer]:

them wondering what a great fuck you'd be.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

your clitty has started banging already hasn't it?

[LilyAnna]:

oh goood.

Lily Anna's fingers were merciless as they rubbed at her clitty. She felt weak, unable to think, just absorbed by her needy cunny waiting to cum.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

But you are not the office whore. You need your job. It excites you to know they are interested. It keeps them from noticing how dumb you are.

[SlipsInsideHer]:

do you get it now?

[LilyAnna]:

I see

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and are you still reading your "adventures of an office girl"?

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and picturing yourself as her?

[LilyAnna]:

yess. Luv thess storeis

[SlipsInsideHer]:

Good, then the more attention you get from the guys

[SlipsInsideHer]:

the more like office girl you will become

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and that will make you really horny, won't it?

[LilyAnna]:

it wil!!

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and even now the idea of being horny while working hard at the office excites you doesn't it?

[LilyAnna]:

yy

[SlipsInsideHer]:

so you still want to cum?

[LilyAnna]:

yse

[SlipsInsideHer]:

then cum now and hear the tinkling cling-cling echo in your mind

[SlipsInsideHer]:

as you think of your over-sensitised body "cling-cling"

[SlipsInsideHer]:

your hungry cunny "cling-cling"

[SlipsInsideHer]:

your need to cum that consumes you "cling-cling"

[SlipsInsideHer]:

your lack of control that enslaves you "cling-cling"

[SlipsInsideHer]:

and as the ringing of your clitty ushers in your orgasm, you tell yourself you are cumming

[SlipsInsideHer]:

as your urgency increases, you repeat to yourself that you are cumming

[SlipsInsideHer]:

over and over your cumming

[SlipsInsideHer]:

each time feeling your intelligence slip further away

[SlipsInsideHer]:

repeating and knowing each time you say cum

[SlipsInsideHer]:

you are making yourself more dumb

[SlipsInsideHer]:

you can't help it, you shouldn't do it

[SlipsInsideHer]:

but your cunny needs it

[SlipsInsideHer]:

stop now if you can

But Lily Anna couldn't stop, not now. Her body was heaving with pleasure, her clitty ringing in her ears. She was cumming and as the word took form in her mind, her body reacted with a mind-numbing shudder. She sensed she was dumbing herself down, but she coulnd't stop. She needed these feelings surging through her again, her fingers worked afresh to rekindle them, her clitty still jangled, her little cunny was in control. If that was the price she had to pay, then reluctantly she would pay it. And the more she accepted and pushed herself into becoming this bimbo, the greaster her cums were. They just merged one into the other.

When she finally calmed down again and was gently massaging her sore cunny, she found on the screen:

[SlipsInsideHer]:

time to go for tonight. Talk again tomorrow.

Slipsinsideher signs out.

Lily Anna headed for bed, her heart still pounding. After reinforcing all of her lessons, she fell into a deep and erotic sleep. She dreamed she was kneeling on the floor fingering her hot wet cunny and surrounded by her colleagues at work. They were just standing watching impassively and talking about her as if she weren't there and telling each other what a stupid cunt she was. They told her to bend down so her forehead touched the floor at their feet and to raise her ass so they could see her fingers buried in her hot sloppy slit. As she obeyed them, they told her how useless she was, how she needed their permission to feel the release she sought, and they could make her do anything to get it. They told her to spread her legs wider and present herself to them before they would allow her to cum. She felt her arousal reach fever pitch as the debasement she felt seemed so real, and she awoke just in time to feel her body writhe with a powerful orgasm. She came and came and came, the word bouncing inside her skull. She rolled across the sweat soaked sheets, lost in a pleasure so strong that it hurt. She felt her muscles clenching. Her body ached to have more inside it. She began to push first three, then four fingers into her cunny, more than she had ever done before. Her body seemed in overload; her back arched. She screamed, felt the gushing flow from her slit, and then everything went black.

The alarm clock went off the next morning. Lily Anna woke up to find the sheets sticky as they clung to her thighs. She was still half asleep, but the impact of her dream still made her heart pound. Her fingers toyed in the goo coating her inner thighs and dripping slowly out of her hungry little slit. She lay on her back, her ankles locked together and her knees spread. She could smell her aroma as she lay staring at the ceiling, letting her feelings of excitement, fear, humiliation and acceptance flow through her. She was such a horny slut. How excited her cunny had become at being exposed to her colleagues. She could not believe how horny she had been, knowing how her cunny needed to cum and cum again, but being forced to wait for the guys in the office to allow her. Kneeling on the floor as they watched impassively the desperation in her active fingers in her attempt to find release was utterly humiliating, yet it turned her on to hyperdrive. Her body responded again now as she felt the tension build and she let go and allowed the needs of her cunny to engulf her once more. What a stupid cow she was. She was useless. She couldn't understand the significance of it all, but she had no choice any more, this was what she was now. She would obviously have to follow it through.

Lily Anna forced herself out of bed. She had to get her ass over to the office, and being a good office girl, she mustn't be late. After showering she stood before her mirror in the bedroom and thought about her body. Her fingers were playing with her titties. They were a good size and she thought how best to show them off. A ribbed top stretched over them would do the trick. She turned and studied her ass. Guys always loved her ass. She pulled out a short printed cotton skirt. It pulled in tight over her hips, and hung insubstantially over the tops of her legs. Just the right flirtatious effect she sought, without screaming a come-on to the boys. After all, she needed this job, and this was the least she could do to repay them for allowing her to stay in the office. Some make-up and some heels to complement and she was done. Difficult putting on makeup when your cunny is calling your fingers to climb up under your skirt. It was so easily available. She tried to put her lipstick on as she stared into the mirror with her other hand flicking idly at her clitty. Cling-cling, her door was opening once again, just her thin semi-transparent panties and a few inches of material to protect it.