To Mary Jane, it seemed as though it took an eternity that morning to get ready for work. Every time she would try to do anything, it seemed as though it ended with her fingering herself. She had cum in the shower. She had another orgasm as she was drying off from just the towel rubbing her, but it had felt so good.

She had never paid any attention to the fabric of the towel on her body before, but that morning her breasts and pussy had been so sensitive from the various orgasms and fondlings which they had already endured. When she rubbed it on her breasts, just intending to dry them off, it felt so arousing. She forgot about drying off and began rubbing it in the most sensitive sensual areas and letting it arouse her even more. At least, she did until she saw the clock. It was getting late. She couldn’t be late for work, even she wasn’t that much of a slut.

Mary Jane seemed to orgasm quickly after that. She wrapped the towel around her and headed for the bedroom where her clothes were hanging. The towel smelled of her sex. As she opened the bathroom door, she pulled it to her nose. It smelled so good, but remembering work, she unwillingly pulled it from her nose. She didn’t even notice that she had pulled it loose and let it fall to the floor, and it was left, forgotten.

As she moved by the computer on her way to get dressed, she noticed that it hadn’t turned off last night. It had an error message on the screen.

“Strange. I don’t remember it being on when I went to bed last night.”

Mary Jane glanced at the error.

Shutdown has caused fatal error.

“You will check your e-mail, privately, during lunch.”

Click OK to shutdown or Help to debug

(For the reader, for those who don’t know about the virus mentioned in the last chapter, it allows whoever planted the virus on a computer to gain control of it, browse files, view out of any webcam attached, throw specialized errors, like the one above, shut down restart, well, you get the idea... now, back to the story)

It was just like Windows. Instead of just ignoring the error and shutting down which is what she told it to do anyway, it throws an error message making her stop, read it, and click to tell it to do what she had already told it to do last night. Mary Jane reached over and clicked OK.

Another error message appeared.

Shutdown has caused fatal error.

“You’ll eat another bowl of your salad for lunch”

“Eat after you read your e-mail”

Click OK to shutdown or Help to debug

Again Mary Jane clicked OK. She didn’t have time for this.

This time, though, the computer cooperated. It finished running through the shut down sequence. Once it was off, Mary Jane moved over to her closet. She needed to get dressed before anything else happened. She dug through her clothes and found a suit that was professional yet, still showed her curves. She was still feeling very sexy, after all. She finished getting dressed and ready, having to stop herself twice when she realized that she was stripping.

The oddest part of her morning, however, was when she stepped out her front door. Mary Jane’s aching pussy suddenly subsided. She felt satisfied, though a little sore. After the weekend, she never thought she would feel this way again. Mary Jane’s mind cleared, and she felt strong again. She drove to work halfway happy that she wouldn’t be a sex-crazed slut at work today and halfway disappointed because she wasn’t sure why the feelings had stopped or if they would ever return. Though the burning desires had frustrated her, they had brought her more pleasure in last 24 hours than her last boyfriend had their entire relationship.

The thought stayed a second too long in Mary Jane’s mind, and she realized what was happening. She was still addicted, and she would be going back tonight for another fix. She wondered what would be his price. After all, addicts always ended up paying a price for their addictions, but what could she do? How could she resist something so wonderful? Through her shame, worry, and wonder, her arousal began to slowly reemerge. The rest of her drive to work was haunted by similar thoughts and dreams that she couldn’t push from her mind.

Mary Jane arrived at her job a few minutes early, but she decided to just dive right into her work. Her job at as a researcher was just boring for the most part. She didn’t even get to decide what she researched. She usually was told to research a particular type of court case for the past 100 years, and she spent days digging through mounds of books just writing down the small bit of information her boss and the lawyers at the firm wanted from them.

Today was different, though. Work kept her mind focused. It allowed her to not worry about what she would or wouldn’t be doing tonight. For now, there was work to be done, and she was there to do her work. If she had stopped to think about it, her own focus and determination to do her work would have astounded her. Instead, she just kept pushing through her work, not really even thinking about it. She was just doing what she was assigned to do, and for once, it felt great. Research work like hers was usually so tedious. Everyone had to take breaks just to keep them on track, but not Mary Jane, not today. She finished more work that morning than her whole section had done the previous week.

It was almost 11:30. Just thirty more minutes until lunch. Mary Jane was slowly losing steam. The level of focus and concentration it took to do that much work was wearing on her, but she wouldn’t quit. Finally, her boss saw that she was struggling and did something no one expected. He walked up behind her and stood there. She ignored him. He cleared his throat, moved around in front of her, and finally tapped her on the shoulder, only to hear, “I can’t talk right now. I’m busy.”

Her boss smiled and spoke up, “Not even to me?”

Mary Jane’s eyes went wide. Her eyes darted up and then around to everyone watching the scene. She blushed, feeling as embarrassed then as she had been during the chats over the weekend. She held her place in her work with her fingers but sat back some so that it was clear she was paying attention, like any good employee should.

“Sorry. What can I do for you?”

“I’d say you’ve already done enough. You look a little drained.”

“A little. I’ve just been in a groove today, and I hate to stop.”

“Well, stop. Take a long lunch. You’ve earned it.”

“Are you sure?” Mary Jane replied, stunned.

“Of course, that way maybe you can make this much progress this afternoon.”

And her boss chuckled as he walked away. He was amused... but why?

Mary Jane decided she would take an early lunch. She went into the employee break room. No one was around, so she thought she might check her e-mail, just for fun. She was pleasantly surprised to find a message waiting for her from her author. Could she read it at work? She wasn’t sure if that was such a good idea knowing what he’d done to her over the weekend, and besides, the subject line was blank. She couldn’t even be sure this was really from him. Still, she wanted to read it, and she was alone. She couldn’t resist the urge and found herself opening the message.

From: coverthypnotic@yahoo.com

To: [email protected]

Subject: “read when you’re alone”

Hi, Just thought I’d drop a line and let you know that I’ll be around a little earlier tonight. If you’re home by 5:30, just get onto Messenger, and I should be around.

“You’ll eat your salad again for lunch, letting it arouse you”

“you know, though, a good employee doesn’t masturbate at work”

“you will spend the rest of your lunch break trying to calm down”

“but your arousal will not fade until you cum”

“Your arousal will not affect your work”

“Your arousal will only make you want to get home ASAP”

Hope you’re having a fun day, and you will have a fun night. I promise.

Covert Hypnotist

Mary Jane closed the e-mail, made sure all hers clothes were still in the proper place, and stood. She walked to the refrigerator to get her salad. She was a little worried about eating her salad here. The memories of the effect it had on her the night before were still fresh in her mind, and she knew that she couldn’t duplicate that scene at work. Still, today was different. Mary Jane had been much more sated since she headed to work today. She knew what the flavor on the salad would be, and she knew she it wouldn’t surprise her.

After a few moments of thinking, Mary Jane pulled out the salad confident that last night wouldn’t repeat itself here. Not today. After the first bite, Mary Jane laughed at her own thoughts. She thought she could resist, but with one bite, she could feel her pussy tremble and her arousal already returning.

She couldn’t stop eating. She didn’t have anything else besides this salad, but she couldn’t keep eating it. She didn’t know what she should do. Her hands kept moving pulling the salad from the bowl to Mary Jane’s mouth. Pretty soon Mary Jane didn’t care. She hadn’t forgotten how much she enjoyed her own arousal, but every time recently it seemed like a new experience. As she finished her salad, her hands began to caress her body, roaming, touching, exploring.

Footsteps.

A door opened, and then closed.

All the common sounds of her workplace were now making Mary Jane paranoid. What she wanted to do was find a quiet spot to finger herself, but the thought seemed as out of place in her mind as if there were two voices in her mind. One voice saying “a good employee doesn’t masturbate at work” and this new voice simply wanted to cum. Did someone put that thought in her mind? She knew the author had hypnotized her. Would he try to make her play with herself at work?

The more Mary Jane’s thoughts focused on playing with her already wet pussy, the more she fought the urge. She was a good employee. She wasn’t about to get fired over some stupid suggestion a stranger had given her online. She could fight this, resist it, even if it was what she really wanted.

Mary Jane struggled with her own body, trying to get it to calm. It took several minutes, but she accomplished it. She could still feel the arousal, but for now, she could at least control her actions. Hopefully, by the time she decided to make her way back to her desk, it would have faded. She pulled out a book, “The Portable Dorothy Parker”.

Mary Jane loved older books, especially classics. She felt a certain intelligence, a smugness, whenever she was read one of these, and someone walked through. She never hid the book. She usually came closer to showing it off. Mary Jane hoped her choice of reading, along with all her work would help her move up in this firm. She didn’t just want to be a low-level researcher the rest of her life.

Today, Mary Jane had a hard time focusing. Every line that she read seemed to be filled with a sexual overtone. Reading them just reminded her that much more of the arousal still buried deep in her but still burning. She struggled the rest of lunch trying to read on in her book. Over the next 50 minutes, since she was able to take a long lunch, she finished about ten pages.

Mary Jane could still taste her own juices in her mouth. She wanted to cum, but she couldn’t. She would fight him. She would resist him. She was a good employee, and she wouldn’t let him change that. Mary Jane stood on weak legs and headed back for her desk, slowing but not stopping in front of the ladies’ restroom.

When Mary Jane got back to work, she was still aware of her arousal, but her work let her keep her mind off of it. She wished she had been able to relax more at lunch. Her neck and fingers were starting to cramp, and she felt like she could go home, go straight to bed and sleep until the next morning. She couldn’t do that, of course. She had a chat date tonight, and she wasn’t going to let anything keep her from it.

Her arousal was still with her. She just wished like the author mentioned that she could somehow get out of the office about 30 or 45 minutes early. She kept pushing through her work. Only a few more hours to go. With about an hour left, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She got up and went to talk to her boss. She lightly knocked on the door, unsure if this was what she should really be doing or not.

“Come in,” her boss barked.

Mary Jane stepped in and slipped into a chair across the desk from him.

“Mary Jane, still hard at it, I hope?”

“Yes, sir. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Ok, what’s on your mind? Not a raise I hope,” He grinned.

“Oh no, it’s just... well, I’ve done more today than I accomplished some months before, and I’m dead tired now. I was hoping if you didn’t mind, if I... I mean if it wouldn’t be a problem...”

“You were hoping to leave early?” his grinning fading.

“Well, yes. I know you gave me a long lunch, and I appreciate it. I’m just, well, tired.”

Mary Jane was practically squirming. This wasn’t going like she hoped.

“Hmm... I suppose you’ve done more than your share today, and can I count on this level of work tomorrow?” her boss seemed disappointed but not angry.

“Of course, I’ll work my hardest, just like today.”

“Then, ok, as long as this stays between us, just let everyone else think you aren’t feeling well, but don’t worry. We won’t dock you any time.”

“Thank you so much!”

Mary Jane left the office smiling, so happy, so aroused. She couldn’t wait to get home. Of course, her arousal was now near the breaking point. She honestly COULDN”T wait. She wouldn’t finger herself here, but she had to find somewhere to relieve some of the pressure. She was alone on the parking deck. There was a camera, but Mary Jane wasn’t sure how often anyone actually paid attention to them. They were just kept as a record in case something did happen, like a car was stolen, right? Did she dare?

“No, not here.” She told herself, barely realizing that she had said it out loud.

She remembered that it seemed the author wanted her to play with herself at work. That was what she had wanted so badly, and now, it was the last chance she would have. She had to be strong. She could resist him. She’d prove that everything that had happened was really what she wanted. But was that what she really wanted to prove? Or was this really what she wanted and it was all in her mind?

“Real or imagined, a good employee doesn’t play with her pussy on the job.”

This time Mary Jane heard herself speak the words and blushed when she saw a janitor walking across the parking deck. Did he hear her? She hurried to her car and pulled away. She pulled to the nearest alley that had a spot that wasn’t visible from busy street. She parked there, leaned back in her seat and began stroking herself through her clothes. She didn’t want to finger herself here, but she didn’t trust herself to make it home. Just a small orgasm... that’s all she needed.

Mary Jane unzipped her pants and tugged a little at them. She pulled them and her panties down enough to slip a hand inside, and she began to finger herself. She knew this was worse than anything she’d done so far, fingering herself where anyone could see. She had a moment of clarity when she saw several windows in the buildings on each side of the alley where the curtains were not drawn. She hoped against hope that all of those people were at work or wouldn’t look. She tried more than once to stop and calm herself. Her fingers only moved deeper, faster.

A trash can and a pile of papers next to it shifted, and Mary Jane was certain she had seen a coat. Was there a homeless man sleeping there? Would he see her? As her mind panicked, her body exploded in orgasm. A loud moan proved that there was indeed a homeless man sleeping there. A head popped up through the papers, staring, wondering what was happening, but he didn’t have any angle to see anything other than a woman convulsing in her car. With her pants and panties halfway down her thighs, her hands still soaked, and still in the midst of an orgasm, Mary Jane put the car in drive and pulled back out onto the road before the man got a chance to get up and get a good look.

It was an instinctive reaction to move, but it wasn’t the smartest move she could have made. She was barely in control of her own body as she pulled out onto the road, much less the car. She swerved too close to several cars parked on the side of the road. She could still feel her juices in the seat against her pussy, even soaking into her pants and panties, and it was another few blocks before she was able to find another spot to pull into to quickly pull up her pants and panties, and she was sure that the passenger of at least one truck had gotten an eye full. She’d have to change when she got home, and she wasn’t entirely sure what effect that much of her juices would have on her clothes. They may be ruined. She just honestly felt lucky that she hadn’t gotten a ticket.

All of this for a stupid hypnosis addiction, but even after that strange episode, Mary Jane knew she had to hurry so that she could be home in time to make their chat date. After all of that, she still couldn’t wait.

When Mary Jane arrived home, she still had about half an hour before her hypnotist was supposed to arrive. She locked the door behind her and slipped off her shoes. She loved the feeling of carpet running through her toes. She took a few steps to a nearby chair and pulled her suit jacket off. “After all, no sense in making the hypnotist work too hard,” she thought. Maybe a quick drink of water is what she needed. She was giggling about all the things that might happen tonight as she walked to the kitchen. She didn’t even notice that she was unbuttoning her blouse as she went.

Her hands moved to her breasts, stroking them. God, she was still horny! Her blouse kept falling off her shoulders, restricting how she could bend her arms. It was just in the way. Mary Jane stretched her arms straight down behind her, and the blouse fell to the floor in the living room. This was making no sense to her. She had taken off her shirt to play with her breasts? Why not her bra too? She wasn’t even questioning it. She just took it off too and hung it on the door to the kitchen. Her pants, she folded neatly over a chair in the kitchen, and her panties hit the floor a few feet from the faucet. Mary Jane, however, turned to the fridge, her glass of water long forgotten.

She needed something inside her and now! She had a dildo, but that was all the way in her bedroom. She’d eaten a salad with her juices on it. Why not just use another veggie, a quick snack before chatting. She reached in and pulled out a nice, thick carrot. She turned and hopped up on the counter next to the faucet. Remembering, she leaned over, turned on the water, leaning in to take a drink straight from the faucet. She had to giggle when some of the cold water dribbled out of her mouth and ran down her cheek, her neck, across her collar bone, and dripped off her breast. The cold water caused the nipple to harden, tickling her. She quickly remembered why she was up there, washed off the carrot and practically shoved it inside her own pussy. Pushing it in and pulling it out as fast as she could manage trying to cum again.

After fifteen minutes, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She wanted to cum so badly, she was so horny, that she was almost in tears from not being able to cum. Still, the whole situation made her just want to laugh at herself. She wasn’t necessarily your good girl type, but she would have never even imagined she’d do something this slutty. So this was who she really was? Or was the hypnotist manipulating her? It was so hard to tell.

When she did finally break down in tears from her need to orgasm, she nearly broke completely. She knew she would sit there fucking herself with a carrot until she came, the carrot rotted away completely (which then she would have just replaced it with her fingers), or she died. She couldn’t understand her own inability to stop, and it scared her just a little. She finally did cum, but moans were mixed with sobs, and the fun she’d been having just a few minutes before became a source of shame that she honestly couldn’t figure out what possessed her to do all of that. Why was fingering herself becoming such a normal part of her everyday activities? She couldn’t keep this up could she? What about her job?

She stumbled to her computer, still nude, not even remembering her clothes strewn through the house. Well, the author had kept his promise. Her work hadn’t been affected yet in any way other than a positive manner. But what about tomorrow? As Mary Jane logged on, her tears were still streaming, and though she knew she had to be here, she would readily admit she was a little scared. By the time she logged on to Messenger. The author was already there.

And Mary Jane told him about her day. She told him about wanting to cum during lunch, the parking deck, the security guard walking by, cumming in the alley, driving with her pants down, all of it...

Mary Jane was near tears again.

Mary Jane was awake and relaxed. Life was good again, but she was still tired. She could sure use a nap or more hypnosis. She started typing with one hand while the other began to finger her waiting pussy. She was such a horny slut, and she loved it.

Mary Jane, feeling her orgasm build to the breaking point leaned back in her chair. She tried to push deeper and faster to push herself over the edge, but it didn’t work. That never seemed to be the key to her best orgasms. She kept fingering and tried to think. She had been in tears over how pathetic and desperate she was just trying to orgasm. In fact, a lot of her best orgasms were when she was thinking about herself in the worst way. Is that how she had to think to cum? Was she such a loser that the only way to get herself off was to break down her own self-esteem?

In answer to her question, she came, as big, messy, and loudly as any of her orgasms. She was stunned, but she thought she should have felt worse. It was just a natural thing to do what it takes to orgasm, but shouldn’t it bother her slightly? She decided that in other circumstances it would have, but sitting in a post-orgasmic glow, very little could bother her.

Mary Jane had started to answer, but when she saw those words on the screen and felt the waves; she just gave in and relaxed.

And she did. She told him her feelings about each of her orgasms, about her long lunch and leaving early, about fingering herself in an alley and about driving with her pants and panties down. She wasn’t thinking about the fact he was still a virtual stranger. She had told him most of this earlier in the conversation already and more than this in her e-mails to him. She was so relaxed. She was perfectly content to tell him anything he wanted to know just to stay in this deep trance.

And Mary Jane came. It wasn’t one of her best, but she came and was happy. That didn’t seem to be happening too often when she fingered herself. She lay back for a moment and rode the wave of pleasure that had been given to her oversexed cunt. She could see those words on the screen. She knew he had typed them to her, but it wasn’t an insult. Cunt. It wasn’t a word she liked, but it was the truth. In fact, it was truths like that that gave her the best orgasms. She wasn’t sad about saying those things about herself because even if they weren’t true, they certainly got her hot.

Mary Jane’s thoughts drifted back to the hypnosis while her hand kept fingering. She wasn’t exactly sure how, but she could tell that she was going deeper each time. Before she could feel the waves and see the beach when she went under like she did the first time. Now, everything just went black instantly, and though there were obvious gaps in time. She loved this hypnosis. While all this might have worried another person in her position, it only made Mary Jane feel like she was living on the edge.

The rest of the night was spent either in deep hypnosis, having fun with hypnotic triggers, or with Mary Jane in the midst of another great orgasm. The suggestions were mild, just something to play with, but there was always the undertone of the hypnotist reinforcing suggestions that were already given. Even after the hypnotist logged off, Mary Jane spent the evening just sitting at the computer thinking of all the about their chats, fingering herself, and letting the worries of what was happening to her, what a slut she was becoming, and what everyone would think flood through her, not really thinking about them just allowing them to let her orgasm. After all, they were just a natural part of her.

Before bed, Mary Jane made her way through the house, cleaning up after all the fun from the day. She picked up her pants, dry-cleans only, soaked, and very likely stained to where it would be noticeable any time she wore those pants again. She was sad about it, but she tossed them. Well, not so sad, the outfit was a few years old anyways. She just didn’t want to have to go shop for more suits, finding something appropriate was always a chore and always expensive.

Mary Jane gathered her bra, panties, and blouse and threw them in the laundry hamper. She hung her suit coat back on the hanger wondering what she would wear with it now that the matching pants were gone. She decided not to worry about it now, it was her own horny fault after all, and she went to bed. As soon as she laid down, she again fell into a trance, repeating and reinforcing all the suggestions that had been given to her so far. By now, it was taking almost half an hour to firmly ingrain them in her mind. After that, she simply slipped from her trance straight into a deep sleep filled with erotic thoughts and dreams.

Mary Jane awoke the next morning tangled in the sheets, fingers lodged in her soaking pussy, but before Mary Jane moved to get up, she fingered herself to a quick orgasm. Then she moved to the shower, washed herself off, and had another orgasm. She had another while drying off. Once, she had dried off and cleaned up, this time, she simply set the towel back on the counter and walked out into her room nude, naturally.

She fingered herself but did not cum while she was deciding what to wear. Mary Jane was finding it harder to make decisions this way, but it was a part of herself that she would just have to learn to deal with. She finally decided that the easiest thing for her to do was wear a nice, professional, knee-length skirt. She had a jacket and blouse that went well with it, and if she had another urge like she did the day before, she could hike up the back, cum and use the front to cover herself so no one would see. It made perfect sense, at least in her own mind.

Mary Jane gathered her things, including the last remnants of her special salad, and headed out the door. Just like the day before, when she walked outside, Mary Jane’s constant horniness subsided. The only reminder that Mary Jane had was a slight bow in her walk and soreness in her pussy. Both were things she could live with given the amount of pleasure she had been given over the past few days.

Her day at work was also oddly similar. As soon as she sat down, Mary Jane was all about business. She worked even harder than the day before if possible. She took no breaks, didn’t stop to talk, would only even stop for a bathroom break when absolutely necessary. Again, her boss came by, this time she was on alert and recognized his voice as soon as he spoke.

“Do you have a minute?”

Mary Jane stopped her work, turned, and smiled.

“Sure.”

“You’re doing another wonderful job today, but I hope you weren’t...”

Her boss looked a little unsure. She could tell he was glad she was working so hard, but he obviously couldn’t let her keep taking long lunches and leaving early. It would be too much to ask for, so Mary Jane put his mind at ease.

“Don’t worry. I’m doing fine. I’ll take a normal lunch, and leave like I always do. I’ve just been in a good groove here lately.”

And with that, Mary Jane assumed the conversation was over, so she turned around and went back to work, her focus and concentration a marvel to be wondered at, envied, and despised by those she worked with.

At lunch, Mary Jane was again engrossed in her salad, arousing herself just by eating. There were a few people roaming through, but Mary Jane was determined not to even let a hand casually stroke herself where anyone could see. It was hard, especially when she pulled out her book to read. She had thought a change of pace from the complex, deep novels she usually read would be a nice break for her. However, the steamy novel she picked up, “Love Only Once” was laughable.

She made it only through a few pages of the corny dialogue before her arousal started working on her again. She tried to block out everything else and just focus on the book. It worked to a degree, and when her hour was up, Mary Jane went back to work better rested than the day before, though no less horny.

At the end of the day it was all she could do to keep from running out the door to her car. She wanted to cum so badly, but she knew a good employee didn’t cum at work. The author said he hadn’t done this, but Mary Jane wasn’t sure if he could be believed about that or not. She would have to remember to tell the author tonight that he really needed to remove that suggestion since she had such an easy time resisting it. She couldn’t imagine how everything else he had done had worked except that. Maybe it wasn’t his suggestion after all... No, of course it was. Well, she supposed it was because she was at work, and she refused to let anything interfere with her work. Mary Jane had serious doubts that she would ever respond to any suggestions no matter how small there.

With her mind off her arousal, Mary Jane made it home without incident. As she closed the door, she began to strip. By the time she made her way to her computer, she was nude at the end of a trail of clothes leading from the door to here. She sat down at it, turned it on, and feeling turned on herself, she settled in to finger herself until the author arrived today. It took only minutes for her to reach a huge climax, just knowing what people would think of her if they knew, and the worst part was that SHE knew it was all true anyways, even if they didn’t know.

As she collapsed back into the chair after that first orgasm, her stamina ran out. She was exhausted again. She had thought the book would help, and it did help carry her through the day, but she was still exhausted sitting here after work. Well, the hypnotist had helped before. As she kept fingering toward her second orgasm since she got home, she was thinking that hopefully, he would come through again.

She had just logged onto Messenger when an error message popped up.

Windows Error

EXPLORER has caused an error and will now close

“Don’t restart your computer”

”Watch the screen”

Please click OK.

Mary Jane clicked OK and sat there. The background went black, her mouse pointer, icons, taskbar, start button, everything vanished. She waited thinking that maybe she should restart her computer, but she just sat watching, as if expecting something to happen. After an hour of just watching a blank screen and orgasming three more times, a new message window popped up. It was the author.

The words were insulting, degrading, condescending, and cruel all at the same time. They pushed her over the edge into her fifth orgasm of the night. She was starting to be able to recover more quickly, so without saying a word about it, she replied:

And she proceeded to tell him all about her day. Mary Jane wasn’t sure why she told him. Well, she did know. He could probably get it out of her under hypnosis, so what was the point hiding anything or lying now. It seemed the only true point of resistance that she had was at work, which made her wonder if her fantasy of being a bimbo had any chance of being anything more than just that, a fantasy. Though, she didn’t know that she was actually responding perfectly to every suggestion.

Mary Jane awoke a little disoriented and a little shocked to discover that the hypnotist had actually had her put on clothes. She heard music with a strong beat, a commanding beat, but it wasn’t until the author typed to her that she realized what was happening and knew she couldn’t stop it.

Mary Jane thought she was done. She had stripped for this man. She typed it to him as best she could. Even though she knew he couldn’t see her, she was blushing knowing he knew what she had done and knowing he was imagining every inch of her body as she had described her actions.

She was at a loss. What did he want?

Mary Jane mustered every ounce of will power, but she couldn’t resist. She wasn’t sure if it was her own desires or his hypnotic power over her, but she did want this. That fact made his commands impossible to resist, so she simply obeyed.

And she was blushing, not just from the fact that she knew what he was imagining it was the way this was all so arousing to her that she honestly couldn’t stop now if she had wanted to for some strange reason. God, she was a slut! Now, she needed to cum too! Right where he could see. She fingered deep and fast, finally realizing what she had to do, after just a minute she typed a message:

Mary Jane was in desperate need of release, but she was worried. What would she pay just to cum? She didn’t want to sound too easy to give in just because her pussy wanted to. Still she would admit, if only to herself, she’d do just about anything if that was the price.

To Mary Jane that seemed a small price. It wasn’t as if those words would ever come up very often in conversation, and she wasn’t really talking all that much at work.

That just left her conversations with her friends, and she had three messages to call them back she hadn’t returned yet. She had to do better, but she could hardly talk on the phone for fingering herself and orgasming. She assumed they might have dropped by in the past couple of days, but who would know if she had be home or hypnotized or what when they did.

The words sent an unconscious shiver down her spine

Whether it was the hypnosis, the burning horniness in her cunt, or just a desire to end this, Mary Jane wasn’t sure, looking back, but one thing was clear. Whatever caused it, Mary Jane’s mind was a complete blank. She was still fingering herself, but not a conscious effort. She needed to cum yes, but it wasn’t a decision to make. It was just something to wait on to happen.

Mary Jane came. It wasn’t amazing. It just happened, and after, she just sat there, staring at the screen. If there were words to describe it, the closest would have been what the author had typed. “A Good Mind is An Empty Mind”

Mary Jane sat there fucking her cunt. She wasn’t thinking about it, just doing it. She didn’t even think about it when her computer background reappeared and her computer shut itself down. She wasn’t thinking much at all.

Her stomach growled so she got up and fixed her salad. She ate, while still pounding her fingers into her cunt, but as of yet, she hadn’t cum. Her horniness kept building, but she couldn’t cum. Her mind still a total blank, she went to the couch, sat down, and kept fucking her cunt. She stayed there blankly staring at the TV that was turned off, fucking herself with her fingers, never cumming. The hypnotist made one mistake that night, not a big one, but by robbing her of thought, he robbed her of her ability to orgasm, so her horniness just stewed within her.

Eventually, it came time for bed, and without missing a beat, Mary Jane made it to the bed, the mess in her house forgotten totally. She kept her fingers moving, even when she slipped into trance. After going through all of her suggestions, she slipped into a real sleep, filled with erotic dreams. Her arousal kept building, even asleep, her fingers were still at work. Finally, in one dream, she dreamed of being degraded and humiliated. It wasn’t anything especially bad. It was just one of those where you end up somewhere in just you underwear or totally nude, but it was enough. She felt it happen and awakened just in time.

Her body was slammed by a powerful orgasm. She came, and she came. She rolled and writhed in pleasure so strong that it hurt. She felt her muscles clenching. Her body ached to have more inside it. She began push three, then four fingers into her cunt, more than she ever had before. Her body was convulsing. Her back arched. She screamed, felt the flow of lots of gushing liquids, and then everything went black.

The alarm clock went off the next morning. Mary Jane woke up to find a wet spot on the sheets. She didn’t look too closely, still half asleep. Had she wet the bed? She couldn’t remember. Really, she didn’t remember much of anything about last night. She had been horny. The author had said there was a price, and then she heard the alarm. She stroked a tit, trying to remember what the price was. He had told her, hadn’t he? Her cunt was really sore this morning. Mary Jane decided it was best to at least wait until the shower before she started finger-fucking herself. So what did she do? She headed for the shower.