or "kinda".
[SlipsInsideHer]:
When you really get frustrated you will stamp your foot and pout
[SlipsInsideHer]:
and comment on how slow your brain is
[SlipsInsideHer]:
but when you are working you will continue to work efficiently
[SlipsInsideHer]:
Have you got all that?
[LilyAnna]:
no kep up brainn slow talk dumb.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
Such a fast learner.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
Now when I count to 5 you will imagine yourself spread face down across your own desk
[SlipsInsideHer]:
holding up your short skirt and letting everyone see your boss fuck you from behind.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
You will picture his hard cock driving deep inside you and everyone in the office staring at your slutty exhibitionism.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
With each number I count down you will feel his cock driving deeper and deeper into you.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
Each count will bring you closer and closer to cumming until you ache all over, the image of your boss using you pushing out all other thoughts.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
as you feel the intensity of your cum approaching you will become overwhelmed by the desire to be used by him.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
And as the power of your cum consumes you, you will realise that your show also signals to all those watching how stupid you have become in allowing this to happen. Even wanting it to happen.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
They will recognise the bimbo within you and you will know that you will have lost their respect forever.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
As your orgasm sweeps through you, you will recognise how much power they have over you – to lose you your job. You must be careful.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
As I reach 5 and your orgasm crashes in over your mind, all these thoughts will sweep away your past beliefs and you will know how true all this now is.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
1: He is thrusting deep inside you. Feel your thighs pressed against the desk.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
2: you open wider to give him better access.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
3: your fighting for breath as he pumps you faster, something starts to melt inside you.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
4: you are pushing back in rhythm and lifting your skirt high. You make sure nothing is hidden from those witnessing your being used.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
5: you wake feeling his seed flooding into you. As you look up, you catch the look of lust on your colleagues' faces. Realise as you cum that your mind is being drowned in the flood of sensations ripping through you, and the truth of all that I have revealed to you becomes firmly locked inside your own beliefs.
Lily Anna screamed as she pictured her fantasy coming true. Her juices flooded from her. Her hand was soaked and her chair rocked under her violent shudders of pleasure. She pictured everything as he had said and knew that she would, after that display, be considered a mere office slut. How could they think anything else, and how could she ever deny it? She felt a knot tighten in her stomach as she felt appalled by these thoughts, but knew too they were a natural part of her and she would have to be on her guard if she was to stop everyone finding out. She felt a sense of horror at everyone discovering her fantasy of becoming the gullible little office girl, and mingled with it a sense of relief that her hypnotist was looking after her. She knew the bimbo slut was now a natural and dominating part of her. She felt relief that at least she could release the valve when she was at home. Yet she would never manage to get through her day at work without his help.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
I have to go now. I won't be on for a couple of days
[LilyAnna]:
I need you. I'm addicted to your trances!
[SlipsInsideHer]:
just run the program I am sending you each evening
[SlipsInsideHer]:
It will put you into a trance and relax you while I'm away
[LilyAnna]:
i'm afraid
[SlipsInsideHer]:
What are you afraid of?
[LilyAnna]:
losing my job and my life
[SlipsInsideHer]:
Don't worry I won't let that happen to you.
[SlipsInsideHer]:
The program will make sure you get enough sleep
[SlipsInsideHer]:
and wake you in the morning in time for work
[SlipsInsideHer]:
ok?
[LilyAnna]:
yes i feel better knowing you are looking after me
[SlipsInsideHer]:
I am taking great care of you
slipsinsideher signs out.
The following night she sat naked in her darkened room, her face illuminated by the computer screen at which she was staring, her hand absent-mindedly buried between her legs and working at her clit and her opening. As she stared at her hypnotist's program she slowly soaked up the images of a woman dressed professionally and yet subtley accentuating her curves. There was nothing slutty about the way she was dressed, but there was a definite understated sexuality about her look. No guy would pass her by without a second look. Lily Anna thought how she could dress to attain that same mix of professional office girl and provocative femininity. She thought of her pleated skirt that stopped short little more than a third of the way down her thigh, her titties accentuated by a push up bra under a white blouse. The lace of her bra discernible through the material, the roundness of her lobes drawing it taught. She imagined how the guys at work would approve, and felt slightly intimidated by their attention. She felt hot and ashamed and submissive and needy. She became aware of her growing need for their approval, her self-esteem totally reliant upon their reaction. These thoughts were gradually being reinforced by words barely seen flickering before her open eyes.
As the evening wore on she turned her thoughts back to her boss. It was natural for her to want to dress more femininely for him. Maybe then he notice her and spend a little together in his office. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of him calling her in to his office and ordering her strip. She melted at the thought of becoming his plaything, if only he would want her. It was strange how alluring the idea was. Her fgingers thundered in and out of her little cunny as she imagined him watching her. She would do anything. She was scared that he would not be interested in her; he might be interested in someone else, Ms Mortimer? She felt a pang in her heart. How could she ever compete with her? Her hand continued it's work, the unresolved tension in her body slowly building.
On the screen flashed a message:
{w+}{w+}: YOU LOVE RUNNING THIS PROGRAM. IT MAKES YOU HORNY.
She felt her pussy pulse as her arousal responded instantly. It was true, she needed her trance and this program gave her a trance that captivated her. Her little cunny needed attention all the time. It was so distracting. While running this program she could keep her cunny amused, and right now her cunny was demanding more attention.
{w+}:
YOU LOVE TAKING ORDERS FROM A MACHINE
Lily Anna did feel foolish to be sitting here and taking orders from a machine, yet the way she felt right now, she would not want to be anywhere else.
{w+}:
IT IS BECOMING SO NATURAL FOR YOU TO THINK WITH YOUR CUNT
and that was true too, no matter how much she might wish to deny it… She knew it. She didn't like the thought, but the more she heard it, the easier it was to accept. If it made her cunny feel this good, taking orders from this author's program was worth it. In fact, she knew she needed it, she no longer had a choice about it. God this was driving her crazy, her fingers were hammering her cunt as her mind was drawn into accepting how little control she now had, even over her own body.
{w+}:
YOU SIT THERE AND FUCK YOURSELF AS YOU READ YOUR INSTRUCTIONS. THEY MAKE YOU SO HORNY.
By now Lily Anna was in such need she could no longer absorb what the computer was telling her. She did fuck herself because she was so fucking horny right now.
{w+}{w+}WHAT A FUCKING DUMB CUNT YOU ARE. CUM NOW!
Lily Anna came hard, the splash of her juices washed over her hand trapped tightly between her thighs. Somewhere her mind floated high above her head, looking down upon this little girl sitting alone in a darkened room. She was leaning forward, her face illuminated by the monitor, her eyes flitting back and forth in a desperate need to read the flashing messages. She sat motionless; legs akimbo, her hand idly kneading at her slit, forgotten in the girl's need to follow the monitor's instructions. Her mind felt tender towards this innocent, slowly fucking herself whilst waiting for the computer to allow her to cum. She had been drawn through a tangled web that had drowned her to the point where she could now be programmed remotely; this guy did not even need to be there while she danced upon his strings. What respect could she have for this good girl who had allowed herself to be manipulated so easily, to have become obsessed with sex, to need it so badly that she sat there waiting to be programmed by a computer in order to cum? What use was she? She would never amount to anything. Suddenly the screen went blank and a message box popped up.
TIME FOR BED
During the night she dreamed of her boss summoning her into his office. She was wearing a silvery dress that hugged her tightly with shoulder straps. Her tits pressed into the material making perfect globes. The shiny stretch material around them reflecting the office lights accentuating their roundness. The dress length was very short and barely reached the bottom of her black lace thong panty that could just be seen peaking below the material. She wore long white pvc boots with heavy 3 inch heels and platforms. She stood before him, legs slightly apart, as he mentally undressed her. She understood his thought and mentally congratulated herself. Then he told her to pick something up from the floor and she turned her back to him and bent at the waist. She knew her dress had risen up and he could see her cunt squeezed inside the tight elastic of her thong that was soaking up her juices; as the material stuck to her slit the outline of her cunt lips were becoming clearly visible. She hung there bent double, waiting for his move. It seemed to take forever. At last, she felt his hands rest upon her hips, his thumbs pushing at the material of her dress. A hand snaked over the curvature of her ass cheek, appreciating the softness of her flesh. His fingers dug into her as she felt his cock push against the fabric of her thong trying to find a way into her crack. She hung from his tight grip around her hips, which she was gyrating and pushing back against his cock. She felt the give of the material as his cock ripped through the lace of her panties and sank itself passed her swollen cunt lips. She rocked in rhythm to his thrusts like a rag doll until she felt him explode inside her, his cum spraying her womb in rivers which worked themselves out passed his cock and down her thighs. She squeezed her cunt lips around him as she hung before him open and accepting of his seed. His hands reached up around to her tits and pulled mercilessly at her nipples that now strectched the fabric of her dress. Throughout this dream, however, she was not allowed to cum. She had not been given permission to cum and so she hung there until he was finished with her and then she straightened up and he dismissed her.