8 comments/ 350298 views/ 82 favorites Hypno-Submission of Jenny Ch. 1 By: emma_sub I had never done anything like this before. Since learning to practice hypnosis I had only done safe things. Though I had used it surreptitiously to find about peoples thoughts I had never used it for any sexual purposes. That changed with my new secretary, Jennifer. Actually she had been with me about six months. Jennifer was a good secretary and unlike my previous one was rather good looking, blonde, 23 years old, generally wearing suits and glasses, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She looked a little prim and proper actually and was always very professional. One afternoon I had been listening to her complaining about her bad habit of chewing a couple of her nails, not that I had noticed. She seemed quite annoyed by it so I mentioned that I might be able to help with hypnosis. Some people managed to stop smoking, why not stop chewing nails? She seemed very dubious at first but after thinking about it she said she would give it a go. I sat her in my office and we went from there. She was an amazingly good subject, she relaxed quickly and soon I allowed her to let the heavy weight of her eyelids lower and close. She was under. It took only minutes to implant the necessary suggestion to allow her to cease chewing nails but she looked so enchanting I was drawn further. I took her deeper then had her think of me as the closest friend she could possibly have, almost another part of herself so she could feel that she could speak honestly. In fact to strengthen that I had her admit to me how dreadful it was to tell lies and that it would make her feel easier to share her innermost feelings. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "No. I had but it has just finished." "Did you have sex in that relationship? "Yes, but it was pretty boring" "Why do you say that?" "It was just ordinary and mundane. We just used the old missionary position and never tried anything new or exciting." "Why didn't you suggest it?" "I didn't want to. I wanted him to. I wanted to be led, be told what to do." "What about sex with other boyfriends?" "The same really. I seem to always get the wrong type. Actually I think I intimidate them. I don't mean to, it just seems that I bring the whimpishness out in them." "Do you masturbate?" "Oh yes." "How often do you need to?" "About twice a week." "Is the sex better on your own than sex with your boyfriends?" "Oh yes. Without a doubt." "Do you use fantasy when you masturbate?" "Yes." "Describe them to me." I have probably three standard ones." "Tell me about them." "Well, one is where I have been taken to a party by someone, someone who is powerful, someone who dominates me. At the party another man finds me attractive. I can see his eyes roaming all over my body as he chats me up. My boyfriend doesn't mind. When we leave this other man comes with us and we go to a bar. Here my boyfriend makes me pull up my dress and show the man my knickers, they are really brief. I have to do it, there's nothing I can do. I pull up the hem of my dress. I'm frantic, other people might possibly see. The humiliation is adding to my excitement, as I have to display all up my legs and my knickers. Then he tells me to pull down my knickers! Down my thighs. I have to spread my thighs wide to fully display myself, my cunt. He can see me, see that I'm aroused, see that I have to do as I'm told. My boyfriend talks to the man about me as I sit there and then he makes me frig myself as the man watches and I cant stop myself coming. "Another is when I'm at a party from college and I'm made to wear a blindfold and stand in a room. I don't know who or how many are there. The people begin to touch me through my clothes, then they take them off and touch me all over, finger me. Soon I'm made to suck someone's cock and as I do someone fucks me from behind. All the time hands touch me up, some of them women. They all laugh at me each time I come and I come lots. I'm fucked over and over and have to suck lots of cock. "Another is I'm in the Headmaster's office after being caught doing something wrong, something really wicked and dirty. He makes me strip for him and then spanks my bottom. When he does I can't help coming and he can't help but see. It's so shameful but I can't help it. After he sees that I've come he fucks me and I have to keep going back to him." I sat open mouthed as I listened to this beautiful prim girl saying all these dirty things. I would never have believed it, never even considered that butter would melt in her mouth, little did I suspect! When she finished she sat there passively waiting for me. "Do you come when you masturbate to these?" "Oh yes." "Your sex life is nothing like your fantasies, is it?" "No." "Why didn't you tell anyone before?" "It would be too embarrassing to say." "Wouldn't that have been arousing though, the humiliation?" "Yes." She thought for a moment, "But I would only want to tell about my desires if I had been told to tell and outside sex the humiliation would be initially stronger than the arousal so I couldn't do it." Now it was my turn to sit and think, but my mind was a whirl. I decided to bring her out but first give her a trigger phrase to put her immediately under to give me time to think. I also told her to forget everything about being hypnotised, not to remember even telling me about her nail problem which she would now overcome. I made sure that she felt good, rested and relaxed and to think that she had just come into the room to discuss her appraisal. After a week I couldn't help myself. I called Jennifer into the office and told her to sit in the chair. "Strawberry oysters." She looked blank as she stared off into space. "Remember me Jennifer?" "Yes." "You would like someone to make you do as you are told, wouldn't you Jennifer?" "Yes." "I am going to tell you to do things, Jennifer and you'll want to do as I tell you wont you, even when you're awake?" "Yes. I'll want to do as I'm told by you." "You'll realise that you have to carry out my suggestions." "Yes. Your suggestions as well." "If the things that I tell you are sexual and make you feel ashamed you will especially want to do them wont you?" "Yes. Especially sexual things." Over the next few days I gradually suggested a number of things. First I increased her innate arousal level whenever she fantasised about being made to display herself and masturbate in front of someone. Over a period of time she would become more and more aroused each time that she thought of me and each time she was aroused she would think of me. That the arousal she felt when feeling humiliated in a sexual way would increase until it overcame social convention. That when she was to be with me she would feel to need to stop wearing tights and begin to wear hold-ups and far sexier underwear. That she need to be totally truthful when I asked her any questions especially if she was embarrassed or humiliated by them or the answers. That she would feel a need to please me and carry out my requests. That she was really happy with her job and didn't wish to leave regardless of what happened. As an afterthought I had her undo her ponytail and let her hair free whenever she felt aroused. A couple of weeks later Jennifer came into the room to take notes as usual. She sat in front of my desk and I joined her on another chair. I watched and noticed that she looked a little flushed. She was also wearing rather a shorter skirt than normal and I could easily see her bra through her blouse. She began to slip her hair out her ponytail. "Are you alright Jennifer?" "Yes. I'm fine thank you Sir, just a little hot that's all." "Hot as in warm or hot as in horny Jennifer?" She blushed vividly and for a moment I thought I'd blown it but she lowered her face and mumbled, "As in horny." "Speak up Jennifer." "As in horny, Sir." She looked utterly mortified. "Oh I'm sorry Sir, what will you think of me?" "I just think you're an attractive, healthy, young girl who likes sex. You do like sex don't you Jennifer?" "Oh yes, Sir." She squirmed a little on the seat. Her hard nipples were quite visible lumps through her bra and blouse. "Are you really horny Jennifer? Really hot and wet for it?" "Yes Sir. Oh God." "Are your panties wet?" She closed her eyes and whimpered softly. "Yes Sir." "Would you like to show me how wet they are? "Oh God. Yes. But I couldn't. I couldn't." "Yes you could. Just slip them off and hand them to me." She sat there looking confused and hot. Her tongue continually played over her lips. Eventually, after I had almost given up hope she slid her hand up the side of her skirt and pulled. Then the other hand, then lifted as they came into view down her thighs. She pushed them quickly off and handed to me a tiny black ball of silk. I opened them out to reveal a really tiny G-string. They were warm and wet and the insides were stained with her juices. I smelt them. They smelt strongly of feminine musk. "Oh please don't. Oh please Sir. This isn't right. Oh God Please." "Are you still horny? If you are I don't think you should sit on your skirt. Slide it from under you. Try and always sit like that when you're so aroused. You mustn't stain your skirt." She waited again, obviously trying to make her mind up, before lifting and slipping her skirt from under her bottom. She closed her eyes and she tried to sit still but couldn't help rocking back and forth a little. We sat there for a while like this, I watching her, her rocking gently. Suddenly she stood up. "Do you mind if I go to the toilet Sir? I really do need to go." "What do you need to do there?" "Please Sir! Please. I need to... I need to touch myself. Down there. I need to frig myself. Oh God! Oh God!" A tear ran down her cheek. "OK. You can go and frig yourself. Think of me knowing what you are doing." She fairly flew out of the room. I smelt her knickers as I held them to my face and I noticed a thin damp area on the leather chair. During the day, whenever I saw her she looked flushed and never looked me in the face. I didn't mention anything and nor did she, but I noticed her hair stayed down and when she was sitting she didn't sit on her skirt. The next morning Jennifer came into my office with her notebook as was usual. She really did look embarrassed although I could see that she was trying desperately to look professional, her face was scarlet and her hair was down. Her nipples stood out again even under her bra and the mottling on her neck and upper chest disappeared down beneath her blouse. She stood before my desk as if too embarrassed to sit in the chair that she had used the day before. "Strawberry oysters." She was still, her breathing calm, her eyes staring off into space. "How do you feel today Jennifer?" "Well, thank you Sir. I'm ashamed though. Of what you had me admit yesterday. Of what you will think of me." "Do you wish it hadn't happened?" "In some ways I do but it was so arousing. No, I don't. I don't know Sir, I just... well I..." She trailed off. "You knowing how I felt, why I wanted to use the toilet, knowing I hadn't any panties on all day, it was so shameful, so embarrassing. It made me feel so hot though, it was so... so very exciting in a wicked way, and that made me feel more ashamed still and also even more horny." "Did you play with yourself last night thinking what happened?" "Yes Sir." "Did the idea of being made to do my bidding arouse you?" "Yes Sir." "Jennifer when you're aroused you remember that you feel a stronger desire to carry out my orders or suggestions connected with sex in any way. Doing my bidding will make you feel pleasure. Each time you carry out an order or have to answer truthfully a sexual question your arousal will increase and it will make these needs stronger. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir." "Fine. Now you will wake up when I tap my pen on the desk and you will remember nothing of this conversation." I tapped my pen and saw her look at me as if thinking she had been daydreaming. I decided that we would act out her fantasy a little to see where it went. "Are you wearing panties, Jennifer?" "Yes Sir. Please Sir, don't. I can't." Obviously she guessed at the direction things were going in. "Pull up your skirt and show me them Jennifer." "Please Sir, don't make me." I sat waiting. Eventually she let her hands drop to the hem of her skirt. It was tighter than yesterdays. Gradually she rolled it up her thighs. I saw her that she was wearing pretty hold-ups, then the suggestion of her panties. She stopped. "Further Jennifer, up to your waist." A whimper escaped her mouth and she closed her eyes. She pulled the hem higher; finally it was high enough for me to see the length of her stockings, the patterned tops and the soft white flesh above as well her panties and a small amount above. She was wearing a virtually transparent, tiny pink G-string. I could easily see her pubic hair through it and it was obviously wet. She looked divine. "Turn around" She did. The globes of her firm cheeks were there for me to see, the string disappearing down the crack of her lovely firm behind with just the suggestion of more between the gap at the top of her legs. A tempting sight. "And back." She pleaded with me again, though her breathing seemed a little laboured and she kept moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue. "They look very nice, Jennifer. So sexy. They are tight around your lips, in fact your lips looked quite swollen. You're also noticeably damp down there." She was squirming, her eyes still closed tight. I wondered if she imagined a blindfold. "Do you want me to see more of you?" She groaned loudly then nodded. "Slide your panties down until they are around your knees." Her eyes flew open then closed quickly again. I waited and watched in silence. She took her time but I was enjoying her discomfort as much I realised she was. Eventually her fingers took the elastic and pulled them down until they were around her mid thighs, then lower. I'd noticed a sliver of mucus connecting her cunt with her panties break as they were initially pulled down. She was ready. Her pubic hair was thin, wispy blonde, her swollen lips obvious. "Now part your legs as far as they will go." They parted slowly until her panty elastic was tight, giving me a better view. It was a truly wonderful sight her standing there looking like a typical librarian yet with her skirt around her waist and panties around her stretched thighs. "Open your eyes. You're displaying yourself wantonly aren't you?" "Yes Sir." "What can I see?" "You... you can see my... my pussy, Sir" "Think of it as your cunt Jennifer, tell me what I can see." "You can see my... my ... cunt. Oh Sir that's such a dirty word." "But you're a dirty girl aren't you." "Oh yes I am." "Only wicked girls would do what you're doing wouldn't they?" "Yes. Yes Sir." "Now think of yourself in the toilets yesterday, Jennifer. Think of what you did. I want you to show me what you did. Show me now." She began sobbing softly but her hand slid down and she cupped her mound. After a while a painted fingernail parted her lips and a deep sigh interrupted the soft sobs. I watched as a couple of stiff fingers played around her clit, occasionally slipping inside herself for lubrication. Her knees bent a little opening herself further and I noticed her other hand was on her breast. Her fingers rubbed her clit and lips from side to side, getting quicker. It didn't take long. As she neared she began to use her thumb over her clit and slid her middle fingers inside. Her sobs had disappeared, now she was making soft grunting noises. Her hips were pushing back and forth. Her fingers pumped faster inside herself, almost harshly and squelchy noises came from her cunt betraying how wet she was. I almost came myself. "Stop! Stop now Jennifer!" "What? What?" "Take your hand away Jennifer!" "Oh Sir! Oh Sir, I can't" "Yes you can. Do as I say Jennifer!" Her hand moved away slowly. Her fingers were coated with her juices. I could smell her. She was gasping. Her cunt was open, her lips wide and dark pink. They seemed to glow. Her open mouth opened and closed like a fish. "What do you want Jennifer?" "I want you to let me come Sir!" "Do you like displaying your cunt to me?" "Oh yes, Sir. Please. Please." "What are you begging me for Jennifer?" "Please let me come, please Sir." "Would you like my fingers to bring you off? Would you like me to finger that hungry cunt of yours?" "Oh God! Oh God! Yes! Please Sir!" "Take off your panties. Come round the desk. You'd better take off your glasses too." She did as quickly as she could, nearly falling as she pulled off her panties. She came up to my open hand as it rested on the arm of my chair, her thighs parting as she moved to squat her cunt down over my hand. She ground down on it. Her wetness was amazing. My fingers slid inside her so easily and she ground her clit against my palm. Whimpering sounds were coming from her mouth. It was quick. She came strongly. Her teeth were clenched as her head thrashed about. My hand was soaking as she held my wrist tightly and rubbed her cunt desperately up and down on me. After long minutes she calmed, her head falling onto my shoulder, still holding my wrist. I whispered in her ear. "You are not to frig yourself anymore at work, do you understand Jennifer?" "Yes Sir, but..." "No buts Jennifer, if you are so horny that you need to touch yourself you are to ask me to bring you off." "I don't think I could do that Sir. It would be so embarrassing." "Yes it will. Imagine how it humiliating it would be begging me to finger your needy cunt." I felt her vagina spasm on my fingers. "Imagine if I made you strip naked for me first and then beg for it." She was rubbing on me again. "I suppose if you were really good I might even stick my cock in you and use you. Only if you told me that you really did want to be fucked though. Would you like that Jennifer?" "Oh God! Oh Yes. Yes Sir. Please. Oh Yes! Yes!" Her body was now bucking again. "I wouldn't mind doing that for you. Of course you'd have to always have my approval before you could come." I thought she was going to then for a moment, then she seemed to fully understand. "Oh God Please! Please, I want to come again now?" "No." "Oh God. Please!" "No. You're not the only one in need of release." "Oh I'm sorry, I never thought." "Would you like to suck my cock first, Jennifer?" "Yes. I don't think I'm very good though. I'll try. I'd like to please you. Please let me show you how grateful I am Sir." "First you must clean my fingers. You've made them rather wet, haven't you. Wet from your cunt. Wet because you've acted like a slut haven't you Jennifer?" "Oh God. Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I shouldn't act like this." "It's OK Jennifer. I don' t mind you being a slut. It's our little secret. And while you suck my cock you can touch yourself, but you must not allow yourself to come again until after you have swallowed my spunk." "Oh yes. Oh yes. Thank you Sir." She lifted herself off my hand and knelt, sucking each finger clean. I watched her face; framed in her hanging blond hair, gradually change from displaying the humiliation of what she was doing to displaying strong arousal. She looked up at me with such a beautifully innocent face and asked if they were clean enough and then leant forward and opened my trousers. My cock ached. She took it out gingerly as though afraid it would break, then as she looked up at me again began to lick and kiss its entire length. I moved forward and opened my legs further to give her more access as she took my knob inside her hot mouth. She was obviously unused to doing this and I sat and watched and enjoyed as I could see and feel her gradually trying to find the most pleasing things for me. At one point she gagged after attempting to take me deep inside but gradually she got the hang of things and was able to pleasure me like she was born to the task. She was also using one hand on herself and it was obvious from her facial expressions that she was enjoying her task. So was I, her mouth was having the desired effect on me too, nice and hot around my length as she sucked me inside and alternatively played her tongue and lips around my knob. The increasingly animal like sounds she was making and the sight of her pretty face at my crutch added to the sensations. I came in spurts inside her mouth. It took her by surprise, but only for a second, then as she swallowed her body jerked in orgasm and whimpers and the occasional gagging noises came from her still cock filled mouth. Hypno-Submission of Jenny Ch. 1 After she rested a while with her face against my cock I put her back in a trance. She knelt obediently between my legs still with her skirt rolled high. I questioned her and increased the pleasure that she would receive when being submissive or embarrassed sexually and then gave her specific instructions. "You are fully satisfied physically with what has happened and this will last all morning. You are very grateful that I have done this to satisfy your needs. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir. I am fully satisfied and will be all morning." "You know yourself to be a slut and grateful that I don't mind and fully accept you as a slut. You are grateful that I will keep your secret safe. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir. I am really grateful that you don't mind me being a slut I am and also that you will keep my secret." "After lunch your desires will slowly increase again until by the end of the day you are desperate to be fucked. You will need to ask me to satisfy you again after work. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir. I will gradually feel the need to be fucked again later this afternoon and I will need to ask you to satisfy my needs." "You will be embarrassed by your need to ask me but the embarrassment will fuel those needs even further. Do you understand?" "You will never at any time do anything to embarrass me in front of other people because of your strong sexual needs, nor mention what I have done to you to anyone unless I tell you to. Do you understand? "Yes Sir. I'll never ever do anything to embarrass you because of my strong sexual needs or mention what you've done to me." During the morning she again had her hair up and whenever she saw me gave a shy embarrassed smile. Late in the afternoon I heard a tentative knocking at my door and in she came closing the door behind her. Her hair hung loose again and she was looking at the floor, her face flushed. "What is it Jennifer?" I said looking up from the files on my desk. "Sir... I just wondered... It's just... I'm really sorry to disturb you near the end of the day Sir..." "Jennifer what is it?" "I'm really sorry Sir... I really am Sir." I let the silence hang until she continued. "It's just that you said I couldn't use the toilet anymore... I had to come and tell you Sir." "Tell me what Jennifer?" "Tell you... tell you... when I'm really... really hot and horny Sir. That when I really needed to... to masturbate I was to... to ask you Sir." "Well?" "Well... Please Sir, please, I'm desperate. Will you help me Sir?" "How Jennifer?" "I've been wondering... if you'd like... to fuck me Sir." Her voice was barely audible, her face scarlet. "Is that what you want Jennifer? You'd like me to fuck you?" "Yes Sir." "Then you'd better ask me, hadn't you." "Please Sir, I'd like to come. Please will you fuck me Sir?" "If you're really good I will but you'll have to wait a while." "But Sir! I've been waiting. I need it. I need it!" "Go back out and you can come back when everyone has gone from the office." She eventually did, though reluctantly. The wait was at least as difficult for me as for her. My cock was throbbing inside my trousers as I sat and willed everyone to go home. Eventually she returned, slipping quickly through the door, her face scarlet still. "They've all gone now Sir." "Good, now what is it you want again Jennifer." "Please... Fuck me Sir." "Are you begging me like a slut Jennifer?" "Oh God! Oh. Yes. I'm begging you to fuck me Sir, like a slut." "Well in that case you'd better undress. Take off your blouse I haven't seen your tits yet have I?" "But Sir, couldn't you just... do it quickly Sir?" "Maybe some other time. I want the pleasure of seeing you stark naked first, would you deny me my pleasures too Jennifer?" "No Sir. I'm sorry Sir." She began undoing her blouse. As she did I came around the desk and sat on the front to enjoy her display. Blotches caused by arousal marked her skin all across her chest and throat disappearing under her bra that matched the panties I had seen earlier, pink and virtually transparent. Her nipples jutted prominently and provocatively pointed up at me through the gauzy material. I found it difficult to slow this down as my cock was demanding attention but I certainly enjoyed the show. Next I made her remove her skirt and she kicked it away. She stood still waiting for me, trembling, obviously both embarrassed and impatient. She looked as sexy as anything I had ever seen standing half naked before me as her breasts rose and fell. Then I gave her permission to remove her bra. Her breasts were so beautiful, not big, as I already guessed but were a nice pert handful and looked large on her small frame. They bounced slightly as she trembled. Her nipples were hard and long, her aureole wide and dark against her smooth pale skin. "What kind of girl begs her boss to fuck her? What kind of girl strips off in his office?" "A slut Sir." Her head hung in shame. "I'm sorry Sir." "You needn't be sorry. As long as you are a good slut your secret is safe." "Oh thank you Sir. I'll be a good slut for you. I will, honestly." Her body trembled. "Come nearer, I want to touch your breasts, slut." She came nearer, standing close. Her eyes closed as I caressed them gently and she moaned softly I my caresses became firmer. "Put your arms around my neck slut and offer me your mouth." Her arms snaked around me and she pushed up her open mouth to mine. As my mouth took hers I felt her body first press and then grind against me. Keeping one hand on one breast I clutched her young buttocks with the other as my tongue fucked her mouth. Realising that I needed to keep control I made her stand back and remove her tiny panties. Her mouth opened and closed silently as she stood obviously highly aroused and desperate. Finally I had enough, I needed more. "Lay on the desk. Lay like the slut are, lay like you know you should." She sat against the edge and pulled herself up. Before lying down so that her hips thrust over the edge she mouthed 'Yes. Yes.' And then lay back and lifted her knees high and held them apart. Her cunt was bloated and shiny with her juices and the small pink anus peeped at me. As I watched her lips peeled slowly apart and exposed inside her cunt. "Can you imagine how you look?" "Oh yes Sir. Oh God. Oh God!" I released my throbbing erection and dropped my trousers not taking my eyes of her offering. There was nothing more I wanted than to sink my length deep inside her hot young body but I managed to restrain myself and draw out my pleasure. I pressed my hard flesh against her open lips, rubbing slowly up and down the wet valley. She whimpered and her head thrashed from side to side as I rubbed between the lips of her cunt with my hard cock. Taking my coated cock in my hand I guided it to her entrance, waiting until she was begging again, then thrust powerfully inside. She was very well lubricated but tight. I withdrew and on my second thrust managed to impale her fully on me. As I did she came, grunting and thrashing about on the desk. Her spasming inner muscles played over my cock beautifully as she oozed and I waited for her to calm. Without allowing her to fully recover I began slowly but powerfully to fuck her. I could feel, see and hear her excitement mounting quickly again. I stopped my movements, feeling her desperately trying to move around to continue her pleasure and withdrew until my knob was just within her. "Please! Please! I'm... I'm almost there, again!" "You're a greedy little slut aren't you?" "Oh yes! Please fuck me. Fuck your slut Sir!" "Alright slut, but only if you wait until I say that you can come again. Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can be a good obedient slut?" "Yes! Anything! I'll be good. I'll be obedient." "Remember, only when I let you." I began to slowly insert my rigid cock deeply again. I fucked with disciplined strokes, knowing my own enjoyment, knowing that I was near to losing my own control. She thrashed about and constantly crying out 'Please, please' as looked down on her beautiful body made more so by her very obvious sexual surrender. She felt so good around me, the twitching and sucking of her vagina, the tightness, the oozing of her juices. My cock felt harder than it had ever done, pleasure rippled through me from it and I knew I was about to come. As I felt the ache grow too strong in my balls I said "Now." She arched off the desk in an explosion of pent up need. I drove deep inside her heat and exploded myself as her cunt sucked and sucked my spunk into her. I had to hold her hips to keep us joined as she bucked and grunted like some demented animal under me. She surely was beautiful then, her face contorted with pleasure, her hair sticking to the sweat that covered it, she even had strands of hair in her mouth. Her breasts rising and falling as she sucked air into her lungs as she spunk into her cunt moments before. She certainly did not look the hyper efficient secretary just then. Sitting, I watched her pull herself off the desk. She moved to wipe away the semen trickling down her thighs from her still gaping sex but I stopped her. I made her part her thighs so she knew that I could see. "Now clean me slut. With your mouth." She looked down at my still erect cock sticking up. It was obviously covered in globules of spunk and her own secretions. "Yes," she whispered, and she knelt between my knees. "Yes," again and my cock slid deep into her mouth. I could feel her sucking and licking my length, cleansing me, taking the evidence of our rutting inside her. After satisfying herself that my balls and thighs and cock were clean she rested her face against me, my softening flesh against her cheek. "Strawberry Oysters." She didn't move, her eyes still closed. Hypno-Submission of Jenny Ch. 2 I always arrived early in the office. It was easier to get much of the work done then, freeing up the rest of the day for unexpected things and meeting with whoever needed me. The next day Jennifer, too, arrived at least an hour earlier than she normally did. I heard her arrive and soon after her quiet knock at my door. She stood looking as pretty and sexy as ever, though she was trembling as though cold and her mouth opened and closed occasionally without her speaking. It made me feel a little concerned that everything was still all right. "Strawberry oysters" She seemed to relax and the trembling stopped. I spent some time soothing her and taking her deeper into her hypnotic state until I felt happier. "Is there something troubling you Jennifer?" "Yes. I can't seem to understand why I acted like I did with you yesterday. It just seems so out of character for me. I've never acted that way before." "Do you wish it hadn't happened?" "No. No. It was the best sex that I've ever had. It's just that it doesn't seem to fit in with my image of myself. How I want others to see me. I know that I am strong really, though I know I am a slut underneath, but I couldn't help giving in to being such a slut." "Now remember what I say carefully Jennifer, I am happy for you to act like you did yesterday. I am happy for you to act like a slut with me. Do you understand that Jennifer." "Yes. You are happy for me to act like a slut." "You'll also really accept this part of yourself concerning your behaviour with me. You'll continue to enjoy it as a secret part of your life." "I'll really accept this part of my life and continue to enjoy it." "You do not have to worry that anyone else will know." "I wont have to worry about others knowing." "You won't worry about acting like a slut with me, though you will know it's naughty and wicked. You will want to continue to be a slut for me because it's what both you and I want." "I won't worry and I will want to continue to be a slut for you." "Is that why you arrived early this morning?" "No. I am really horny again and wanted you to let me come." I let out a sigh of relief. "Did you play with yourself last night at home?" "Yes but it wasn't as good as during the day. I want to come for you. It makes it better." "Every time you orgasm with me it will strengthen your desire to do it more and more, wont it Jennifer?" "Yes, it will make me desire it more and more." "And orgasms that you haven't been told to have will leave you slightly unsatisfied." "Yes, those will leave me unsatisfied." "And remember Jennifer you must always be truthful with me whatever I ask and if you are sexually embarrassed it will make you more horny." "I will always be truthful with you and if I'm embarrassed sexually it will make me hornier." "You love doing as I tell you, it makes you aroused to be submissive." "I love doing as I am told and acting submissively." "You'll even ask my permission to go to the toilet when you are at work." "I'll ask permission to go to the toilet when I am at work." "When you wake up you will not remember this conversation. You will believe that you have just entered the room. You will be as horny and as embarrassed as before but your worries will have disappeared." She stood without trembling, her face flushed. "Ah, good morning Jennifer." "Good morning Sir." "You are very early. Is there something you want?" "Yes Sir. About yesterday... " I sat back and she became totally tongue tied. "I hope... You said... You said that you didn't mind... that I was such a slut." "No Jennifer that's correct. I don't mind if you are a slut. As long as you are an well behaved slut." "Oh yes Sir I am. I am. I will be. I will." "Is that all you wished to say?" "No Sir. There is... It's just that... I'm... I'm... feeling so horny again and I just... just wondered if..." "Say it Jennifer." "Will you use me? Will you let me orgasm? For you?" Words suddenly in a rush. "This is getting to be a bit of a habit isn't it Jennifer?" "Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir." Her burning face hiding in her loose hair as she looked down at the floor, a tear ran from one eye. "You needn't be sorry." She looked up in surprise. "But it is becoming a habit and I think you'll need some routine. We have work to do here. You don't want to be fired for inefficiency do you?" "Oh no Sir!" I could hear her panting a little. "I'll do all my work Sir." "Good. Now take off your clothes." She struggled out of her blouse quickly and it was only when she was unzipping her skirt that she seemed to realise what was happening and then the realisation seemed to set in. I could see short quick breaths suddenly lift her breasts but then she carried on, placing her skirt with the blouse on the chair. From my discussions with her under hypnosis I had learnt that she spent ages choosing which slutty set of lingerie to wear under her efficient business attire. I told her that I liked her black lace underwear and she appeared appreciative, smiling and having to wet her dry lips before carrying on further. She looked so self-conscious as she took off her bra. "I'm sorry my breasts aren't bigger for you Sir." "You have beautiful tits. They are fine as they are. They look so eager. Are they eager?" "Oh yes Sir. Thank you Sir." She smiled and looked so grateful. I watched as her nipples visibly tightened. She pulled her obviously sodden knickers over freshly shaven lips and stood very self consciously before me, just managing to keep her hands by her side, displaying her body to me in my office, naked whist I was clothed. She was shaking again but this time I could tell it was the lust caused by the humiliation she was feeling. "Well! What have we here? You have shaved that little cunt of yours! Why did you do that Jennifer?" She had shaved her lips, as I had instructed her under hypnosis, so that they were obvious and smooth. She had trimmed her mound into a narrow triangle with the point directly on the opening of her slit. "I hoped... I just hoped... that you might like it Sir... I don't know where the thought came from... I've never... I've never ever done anything like that before... I just... suddenly felt like... you'd enjoy... looking at me like this." She was blushing terribly, with blotches of arousal all over her breasts and neck. I came round the desk and sat on it. I was standing within touching distance and I presumed it was obvious that I had an erection. "Mmm. Yes my little slut, I like it very much. Part your legs further." She complied, closing her eyes as I examined her. The tops of her thighs were wet and her lips were bloated and pouting. "Yes I like that a lot. That's how I would like to see your cunt in future Jennifer." "Oh good. Thank you Sir. As long as that's what you want." She jumped as my fingers begun lightly exploring her shaven flesh, not entering simply touching. I felt a sudden emission of liquids escape from her and dribble out, hips thrust forward in offering. I played with her lips between my fingers, fondling and squeezing, bringing pressure on her clit. I heard her whimpering softly, then moan as a couple of fingers slid up inside. "You're sopping aren't you slut?" "Yes, Sir. I can't... I can't help it Sir." I pushed in and out of me a couple of times, I thought she was about to come and so stopped, leaving her gasping air desperately. "Not yet little one. Not yet. Be good." My wet fingers went to her breast, tormenting. I caressed as though physically exploring then squeezed them harder. I could smell her on my fingers so I was sure she could. I took her nipples and pulled the breasts out into cones, letting them bounce back, and then rhythmically squeezed on her nipples. I spoke to her softly, telling her to tell me what she was doing for her boss. "I'm being really naughty. I'm standing naked for my boss and letting him do what he likes with me. He can see me, all of me. I'm, so hot. I'm almost coming. My boss is playing with my tits. I've got to wait. I'm such a slut for him! Oh God! Oh God!" Her breathing was heavy and laboured. "Do you want to come Jennifer?" "Oh yes! Oh Yes! Please Sir!" "And if I allow you to come what will you do then?" "I'll suck you Sir! I'll suck your cock Sir! I'll do anything Sir!" I turned her round and made her bend over, leaning on the desk. She pushed up her perfect little arse to me as I slapped her thighs apart gently. I thrust my thumb into her cunt deeply. She was so wet. My fingers ran over her lips and clit as I pumped powerfully into her and it was splashing with each thrust. I noticed that she was straining to keep her mouth tightly closed to stop crying out; instead she was making animal-like grunts against the desktop. It didn't take long before my physical ministration overcame any reticence her body may feel. At that moment I had all of her. I looked down at her as she was regaining some composure, my thumb still embedded inside her, my fingers sodden around her generous lips. She looked divine, her waist narrow before the flare of her hips and her tight young buttocks, her breasts pressed to my desk and her hair flowing over the surface. She was as good as her word. When told she stood up, the look of satisfaction on her blushing face obvious. As she knelt between my legs I noticed there were images of her breasts on the shiny desktop caused by her sweat. She slid over my cock deliciously. I wanted to make it last but it didn't take long for me either as she alternatively licked and sucked as her hands fondled my balls and thighs. To compensate I had her keep me in her mouth for quite a while after she had swallowed my fluids. It felt good her passively sucking and licking me inside her mouth as the glow of orgasm slowly receded. When I had her stop it was obvious that she was torn between obeying and giving up her task. Afterwards I felt relieved that everything was still OK. To be safe I decided to strengthen one or two commands. I had also realised that things couldn't work unless Jennifer could function as my secretary. We needed to have a routine of sorts. "Strawberry oysters." She was squatting naked between my legs, a dribble of semen at the corner of her mouth. "You enjoyed that didn't you Jennifer?" "Oh yes. I would like to be made to do it again and again." "Do you like my cock Jennifer?" "Yes I love it! I love it inside me. In my mouth. Especially in my cunt. Part of your flesh hard and deep inside my body. It's like the physical embodiment of your control over me." "Do you like my control over you Jennifer?" "Yes. I love feeling you take away all my responsibility." "Good. Now listen carefully. Every morning you will come to me in the office early. You will be hot and in need of being used by me. Each morning you will be desperate for me to bring you off. You will want to let me you suck my cock and come in your mouth." She repeated my instructions diligently. "Afterwards you will be able to keep your work and your desires separate in your mind during the day. You will be able to work very efficiently and yet be able to feel both satisfied from your earlier orgasm and your desire to be submissive and be fucked." Again she repeated back to me all her instructions. "In the afternoon at the end of work your lust will have grown so that you are desperate to be used again. You will wait until everyone goes and then come to me and beg me to fuck you and use you in any way that I wish. You will want me to fulfil your desires to be a slut and you'll want to be the best and the most obedient slut I could wish for." As she repeated back my commands I knew I had found heaven. "You will desire me to treat you as I do more and more with each orgasm I allow you to experience and with each humiliating act I have you perform." "Each time you allow me to orgasm and with each humiliating act I perform I will need you to treat me more like you do. I watched as she dressed. I couldn't believe that I now had such a beautiful girl in my power. During the rest of the day her work rate was amazing. I saw her working hard whenever I passed her desk, her ponytail back in place. She cleared all the backlog of work that had arisen due to her having her mind on other things the previous day as well as planning ahead. If anything the problems were due to me not having my mind on my work! Once during the day she came in and stood looking embarrassed. "Please Sir may I go to the toilet? I promise not to play with myself Sir." "Why do you wish to go, Jennifer?" "I need to wee Sir." Her face colouring. "Do you need to piss badly?" "Yes Sir." "Well if you must. But after you've finished you must come in here again and describe to me exactly what you did. At the end of the day I heard the gradual emptying of the office and on my last excursion from my office I saw her much more red faced than earlier, her hair down. Soon Jennifer reappeared at my door looking as beautiful and, superficially at least, innocent. From the mouth in that innocent looking face however issued words that were not quite childlike. "Your secretary has completed all her work Sir and everyone has gone. Your slut is here now," she giggled. "Please Sir, would you fuck me? I would love you to fuck me Sir. I need your cock inside me, I need to come." "Are you a good secretary Jennifer?" "Yes Sir. I try to be Sir." "Are you a good slut too?" "Yes Sir. I'm really trying hard to be Sir. It is embarrassing to know what I'm like though, but I'm beginning to accept it now." I went over to her. Her red face and mottled neck betrayed her aroused state. "Kiss me, slut." Her mouth opened eagerly as she lifted her mouth to mine. As we kissed I began to unbutton her blouse. I could feel her mouth offer itself, her lips were hot and I could feel her body impatient against mine as my tongue entered her. I unfastened the buttons and pulled the material over her arms pulling her arms back, thrusting forward her breasts. Her bra was front fastening and it followed her blouse over her arms. The soft mounds and most obviously rigid nipples pushed into my hands and I couldn't help but squeeze them feeling her squirm deliciously against me. Still kissing me she began to press and rub her breasts against me as my hands slid over the curve of her back and buttocks. She lifted herself to give me greater access and moaned softly into my mouth. My hand then explored under her skirt, into the top of her very wet panties, over the slight curve of her stomach cupping her smoothly shaven mound. Soft mewing sounds came from her as I rubbed over the fleshy softness. It was now obviously much more sensitive now the hair had been removed and the combination of her agitated movements and the touch of her flesh was becoming too much for me. Within moments she was on hands and knees on the carpet at my command, her panties, blouse and bra discarded and her skirt up around her waist. I couldn't think of a more beautiful sight than her firm rounded buttocks pushing up wantonly with the plumpness of her smooth lips prominent between her parted thighs. "Please. Please." Soft pleas came from beneath the hanging blond hair as I undressed unhurriedly all the time gorging myself on the sight of her immodest exhibition. Jennifer made me so hard! I took my throbbing erection in my hand and placed it at the entrance to her cunt. Her sex was tight but well oiled for me. As she pushed herself back onto me a deep sigh came from her and I slid easily within. It was heaven, feeling her heat around me, feeling it squeezing me, feeling the mastery that my cock deep within her gave me. She wanted to move up and down the length of me but I restrained her by holding her hips, wanting to take my time, though her tightness and heat were exciting me rather too much. I leant over her and felt her hanging breasts and squeezed her nipples. She pleaded and pleaded to be given permission to climax. Listening to her made my cock twitch. Eventually I began to fuck her slowly. At the same time I parted her buttocks and watched as my cock slid in and out, her lips sucking desperately along my length on the out thrusts. Her pink private orifice winked at me. I probed the outside of it with my fingers eliciting a startled cry from her. I pushed deeper, my finger embedded into her, her back arched and her head jerked up presenting her throat. A grunt came deep within it followed by soft whimperings. Soon my motions increased and I began really rutting her. She responded wonderfully, her body animal like in its frenzy to be used, my hands having to restrain her movements at times. All the sensations increased dramatically and I felt the tightness in my groin and the almost painful release as I spurted profusely inside her. As I did she began crying out in her own climax. Her body shuddered and tightened, shuddered and tightened as it thrashed around squewered on my cock. Our routine worked wonderfully. Every morning I would let her come to release her tensions and then be sucked off, each evening I would find my release in her body. However the sessions we had were definitely not routine. It was a Friday morning and Jennifer was kneeling up naked on the floor before me. She had just completed her morning blowjob and I'd allowed her a second orgasm on her fingers. "Strawberry oysters." I put her under hypnosis again, taking her deeper and deeper until I was happy that I would encounter no overrides from deeply held fears or conventions. "Do you enjoy doing as I tell you, Jennifer?" "Yes." "Do you like being my slut, Jennifer?" "Yes." "Do you want to be a really good obedient slut?" "Yes." "There is more to being a slut than just exposing yourself to me and being fingered and fucked by me. You have to learn to do other things too." "I have to learn to do other things too." "Can you remember your fantasies?" "Yes." "The ones where you were made to expose yourself to a stranger and where you were punished as a schoolgirl?" "Yes." "You will be a good obedient slut. You are to do all I tell you. Some things will be similar to the things in your fantasies but there will be others too. You will want to demonstrate to me what a good obedient slut you are by carrying out all my instructions." "I will want to show you how good and obedient I am." "Do you want another boyfriend, Jennifer?" "No." "Why not?" "There isn't a reason for having one. I have a good social life; you give me the sex I need as long as I do what I tell me. I don't need one." "Do you ever think of sex with someone else?" "Not now." "If I told you that I wanted you to fuck someone else what would you do?" "I'd have to do it." "Why?" "Because I want to please you. If I didn't you might not give me all I crave. I don't think I could cope without that." "Is the thought of my telling you to do things with another man exciting?" "Yes." "Jennifer, when you come into my office this evening you will see a man here but you will not recognise him, even if he looks, smells or sounds like me in any way. Do you understand?" "Yes. I will not recognise the man in your office this evening." "You will know the man is there to take away any feelings of guilt you have for acting the way you do. He is to punish you and the punishment will remove the burden you feel for being a slut. It will not stop you wanting to act as a slut but will simply absolve you for the things you have done so far. Do you understand?" "He will absolve me from the sluttish behaviour that I have done so far." "When you are with this man you must treat him as you do me, telling him the whole truth and obeying any commands." Hypno-Submission of Jenny Ch. 2 "Yes. I will treat him as I do you." "The only difference will be that if and when you need to come you can unless he says otherwise." "Thank you. I will be able to come when I need to with this man if allowed." "You know that you are a naughty wicked girl who cannot help but give in to her desires and need to be taken in hand." "Yes. I need to be taken in hand about my wicked ways." "It will be as though you are a school girl and he is your Headteacher. You will feel excited and aroused but you will not be afraid with this man." "I will not be afraid." "You will feel very proud and aroused because I have decided that you are good enough to be loaned to this man to use and punish and you will want to show me that you can perform like my good obedient slut." "I will want to show you how good I can be for you by pleasing this man." I went through my instructions a few times until I was certain everything was as I wanted and then woke her up gently increasing her satisfaction and feelings of relaxation from her orgasms. Out of her trance I told her to dress. I watched her dressing, her breasts jutting as she fastened her bra, her athletic legs as she stepped into her panties, her shy giggle as she felt the cold dampness of them against her hot sex. "Jennifer how do you feel about being such a slut?" "I know I'm really naughty Sir. Really wicked. But I cant help it Sir. I really need it. I suppose I need someone like you to somehow help me Sir, to tell me what to do, use me. It excites me Sir." "This afternoon you are to meet a man in my office, Jennifer. I am loaning you to use as he wishes because that is what I wish my slut to do. He will also punish you for being a slut, and that too is what I wish. I want you to do completely as he says. Whatever he tells you to do you must do it. It will prove to me that you really can be my slut." Her eyes were wide as she fastened the zip of her skirt, "Who is he Sir?" "It doesn't matter. It is my wish that you are to tell him everything and he will punish you for being such a slut in the past, but it wont stop you being one in the future." "But Sir, if I need punishing can't you do it to me? I don't know him! I can't tell him everything! It will be too embarrassing! Apart from anything else he might tell someone!" "Yes you can and he wont. I am telling you that is what I want Jennifer, do you understand? Don't you worry, trust me everything will be alright." "What will he do? Will he smack me? What will I have to do? Will he make me undress? Oh God!" "You'll have to wait and see Jennifer. You are to prove to me that you are obedient enough to be my slut." "If that's what you want Sir." Looking demure again regardless of all she had done, I let her go from the office. In the late afternoon I moved my chair around to the side of the desk nearer the door and waited for her to come, in my erection making itself known within my trousers. There was a tentative knock and then she entered looking very uneasy. Looking as demure when she had left me in the morning, though her hair was down. She was chewing her lip nervously. "Hello Jennifer. You don't know me do you?" "No Sir, but Mr Clarke told me to expect you, to come and see you." "Come and stand before me. I've been told that you have been rather wicked Jennifer." She didn't speak but looked down at the floor at my feet. "Haven't you?" "Yes Sir." "You've been acting a little unseemly haven't you Jennifer?" "Yes Sir." "Tell me about it." "I can't Sir, it's too embarrassing." "Yes you can, and you will. It is Mr Clarke's wish. Now how did it all begin?" She squirmed as she stood before me. Her face red, her eyes wide. "It... it was... I began to feel really... really aroused whenever I was around Mr. Clarke." She stopped hoping that I would speak but I simply sat waiting until she began again. "I couldn't help it. He made me really hot. I... I started going to the toilet... I needed to... I really did. I went and... and had to... to masturbate." Then suddenly it was as though a dam had burst and the words began to come out in a torrent. "It was really embarrassing and then Mr Clarke knew what I was doing. He knew! Then he said I could do it here, in front of him! I know it was bad but I couldn't help myself. I wanted him to see me, see my body, and see me being a slut for him. I did it, in his office! Lifted up my skirt, took down my knickers and... fingered myself in front of him!" "You stood there wanking for him to see?" Yes. Oh God it was good. I love doing that, having him able to see me, my body, and my sluttish behaviour. He knows I love being naked for him. I want him to see me. I want to be able to please him, excite him. I've even shaved myself so that he can see and touch me, my pussy easier." Her breathing and her excited tone gave her aroused state away. Now that she had started I could see that she wouldn't stop. "You've shaved your cunt? Show me." "What? Oh God! Oh I couldn't. I've never met you before!" "Mr Clarke told you to obey me didn't he? You are mine for a while, Mr Clarke has offered you to me to punish. Part of your punishment is to demonstrate to me that you will obey Mr Clarke even when he isn't there." "Oh God! Oh God!" "Haven't you taken off your clothes in front of anyone else?" "Not a stranger Sir! It's really humiliating Sir." "But you are secretly aroused and excited by it aren't you Jennifer?" "Y... Y... Yes Sir." She looked at the floor. "Now show me. Strip. Carry on talking. Did you bring yourself off?" She began to unbutton her blouse. Suddenly I realised that she was wearing different underwear from the morning. She now wore a cream, virtually transparent camisole, her pink nipples very obvious. She must have bought it at lunch time in anticipation of this afternoon! "No Sir I didn't, though I was going to. Mr Clarke said that I could use his fingers if I wanted and of course I did. Mr Clarke made me come. It was wonderful." She stepped out of her skirt. Her panties too were different, matching her camisole, loose French knickers and as diaphanous. A darker damp patch obvious and making the material even more transparent. "So he let you come in his office, even gave you an orgasm himself, did you do anything for him?" "Oh yes Sir." She was undoing the tiny buttons on the camisole. "Yes. I sucked him. I sucked his cock. I swallowed his spunk." Her breasts swung beautifully as she removed the camisole. "And did you enjoy that Jennifer?" "Oh yes. All my friends... they said it was awful, and they couldn't possibly swallow, but I know they are wrong now. It felt and tasted divine. I hope Mr Clarke enjoyed it." She was standing naked now. I could see trembling slightly and her hands were desperate to cover herself but she was being good. Her tiny arrow of hair pointing down to her luscious cunt. "Did that happen every morning?" "Yes. No. Well it was always similar. The next day he did it by the open door as soon as I asked him. Pushed my against the wall and roughly put his hand up my skirt and into my knickers as he kissed me. It felt so dirty, gorgeously dirty doing it like that. Other times I'd exhibit myself totally naked for him and he'd finger me, or he'd want to watch me. A couple of times he's licked me as a I lay down on the desk. Licked my cunt. Put his mouth to me, to my cunt. Oh yes. He's begun to put a finger up my bottom as well. Up my rear hole, inside me. I know I shouldn't let him but it feels good. It makes me feel really slutty then." "You're excited talking about it aren't you Jennifer?" "Yes Sir. Oh yes." "Do you want to play with yourself as we continue? Play with yourself in front of a stranger Jennifer?" "Oh God. Yes. No. Do... would you... do you mind Sir?" "No that's fine." A hand tentatively cupped a breast. Eventually her other stole slowly across her thigh. "Mr Clarke said I could come if I needed to Sir." "Yes that's alright. I'd like to see that too. Now carry on. Didn't Mr Clarke fuck you? Didn't you want that too?" Her fingers began moving furtively. "Yes. In the afternoons. I was always really horny by then again. I would always need to beg him to fuck me then. And he did. It was wonderful. He fucked me on the desk and on the floor. From the front and from the back." "Which did you enjoy most?" "Well it was really good being able to feel him between my thighs and see him but when he made me kneel on the carpet and rutted me it felt really good, like I was an animal, just an animal. Especially when he had me... ahh... oh..." Her stiff fingers were moving rapidly over her clit now. Her other fingers squeezing her nipples. "Sometimes I had to kneel on the floor and crawl... ahh...crawl about for him...ohh... rubbing my nipples on the carpet and my bum high... uh... uh... I've got to come Sir... Oh Sir...Uhhh.... Uhhh... Yes.... Yes... Yesssssss..." I watched as her body convulsed, her knees nearly giving way. Her chest covered in a deep flush. Her breathing gradually came back to normal, her thighs now wet. Without prompting or removing her hands she continued. "It was so embarrassing, so arousing doing all that. Then he would come behind me and really fuck me hard Sir. Ahhh... I loved him taking me hard... sometimes he would put his finger... his finger... in my... oh, in my bottom... and he would come inside me and... oh... and I wouldn't be able to stop myself coming...ahh... and... and it was so good... ohh. And... and... ahh... I would suck his cock clean Sir. "Show me Jennifer. Show me how you displayed yourself to Mr. Clarke." She dropped to the floor beside her discarded clothes facing away from me and began rubbing her breasts against the carpet, her back arching as she moved. Her hips were thrust high and her swollen cunt and the little rosebud of her anus were displayed clearly. "What can I see Jennifer?" "My bottom Sir, and my cunt." "Yes Jennifer I can. I can see that fat juicy cunt of yours, can't I?" "Yes Sir." "Tell me what I can see." "You can see my fat juicy cunt Sir." "And what is your fat juicy cunt for Jennifer?" "Ah... ahhhh... To be used Sir." "Who by?" "Mr Clarke or... or you Sir." "And you're offering it to me to use?" "Yes Sir." As she was ready, willing and able what else could I do but make use of what was being offered to me? I let my eyes feast on her as I undressed before sinking my painfully erect cock deep into her moist depths. I fucked her hard and fast. I fucked her and felt her hot vagina twitching around me. I fucked her through each of her thunderous orgasms. I fucked that delightfully young, tight cunt of hers until I came in a powerful climax of my own. After I had come I stayed inside her for minutes on end letting the feelings wash through me. Eventually she stood upright before me as I sat on her chair, with my cock softening slightly. She looked a little bedraggled. Her hair sticking to her face, her breasts reddened by the carpet, spunk dribbling down her thighs onto the tops of her hold-ups. "Are you a naughty little girl Jennifer?" "Yes Sir. I feel like a little schoolgirl Sir." Her head was bowed, hiding her face a little with her hair as she looked at the floor in embarrassment. "A naughty little schoolgirl who is standing naked before her teacher?" "Yes Sir." "A naughty little school girl who has offered herself to a stranger and still has spunk dribbling down her thighs? "Yes Sir." "And what happens to naughty little schoolgirls Jennifer?" "They get smacked Sir." "How?" "Over the knee, on the bottom, Sir." "Do you need spanking?" "Yes Sir. I am a very naughty girl." "Yes but you are an obedient slut. That's good. And after your punishment it wont matter how naughty you feel as long as you continue to be obedient, will it?" "No Sir." "Good, ask me then Jennifer." "Oh. Please, will you smack my bottom Sir?" "Come on then, we haven't all night. Over my thighs now." She placed herself over my naked thighs holding herself in place with her hands on the carpet, her hair hanging hiding her face. I could feel her side against my sticky cock and the heat of her mound against my thigh. She spread her legs and lifted up her buttocks without any direction from me. I looked down at her. Her firm pert buttocks could have been a schoolgirls. She was beautiful. Again I could hardly believe my luck. She was trembling; the waiting must have been a strain. I gave three smacks to her left buttock without a pause. She arched up in surprise and a soft cry came from her. The flesh of her bottom vibrated with each smack. Another three top the other cheek. She was prepared this time, had some idea of the pain, and was able to contain her motions and noise. Her cheeks, with a tinge of red on them, clenched and unclenched and began to push up towards the next smack as though wishing for the contact. I looked at the little puckered opening. My cock twitched, her body rejuvenating my responses. "Has Mr Clarke ever fucked you here?" I asked as I began to slowly run my finger around the sweaty opening. "Oh no Sir! He finger Sir. Just his finger Sir." "Has anyone ever fucked you there?" "No! No Sir!" "Haven't you ever offered it to Mr Clarke?" "No Sir. But... well he never asked to Sir. It would be really painful there Sir." "But shouldn't you offer? He has had his cock in all your other openings hasn't he?" "Yes Sir." "Don't you want to please him fully? Don't you want to feel as though he has the right of access to all of you? You're not being fully obedient are you?" "No Sir. I never thought of it Sir." "Can you imagine how nice and dirty it would feel to have his cock up here? I can imagine seeing a cock sticking up here." I pushed in deeper. Her breathing was quite audible. "I think... I think I should Sir." "Good girl. Good little slut." I began spanking her again. This time I smacked one and then the other cheek alternatively, her flesh turning a comely shade of pink. She was sobbing softly now, though was also pushing up to meet each rhythmic smack. Pushing up and then pressing her mound against me. It looked and sounded divine as she arched up higher to receive each slap on her flesh. Her squirming was having an effect on my erection too. Her sobbing gradually changed to whimpered grunts. I felt her and my juices on my thighs and noticed that she seemed very aroused now. Her cunt lips were open again as though they were sucking a make-believe cock into them. I stopped. Her movements continued for a moment. "Please Sir! Please Sir!" "What Jennifer?" "Ohhh. Please carry on Sir!" "You want me to spank you?" "Yes Sir! Oh oh please Sir. Smack me Sir, please." So I did. Her grunting became louder and more animal-like, her movements more agitated. Suddenly she tensed, her body stretched and a keening sound came from her mouth near the floor before her body writhed about in my lap and juices sprayed over my thighs. I watched her as it took her a while to calm down. Jennifer had come a long way. Now even without hypnosis she was responding to her innermost cravings. I made her stand in the corner, her hands on her head and her pink bottom presented to the room. Her body still shook occasionally. After I had dressed I went over to her. "You are to stand there as you are until Mr Clarke returns." "Yes Sir." "You are a good obedient slut, Jennifer. Mr Clarke will be pleased with you." "Thank you Sir." Real gratitude in her voice. "We might meet again. I don't know. We'll see what Mr Clarke wants. I sat in her chair outside the office, my cock hard and demanding again as I thought back. I drank a coffee and washed myself in the toilets. Then I returned to the office and the naked Jennifer. She had passed my test. Now there were others. "Hello Jennifer." "Oh oh hello Sir. I'm really glad you've come for me Sir." "Good. You look as if you've been enjoying yourself." Her buttocks glowed pink and on her thighs the liquids reflected the light from the window. She was beautiful. "Strawberry oysters."