Mary Jane stopped halfway to the bathroom. She couldn’t leave her bed like that. She rubbed her eyes, trying to focus, and moved back to the bed. Other than her own musk she didn’t smell anything odd, and there was no sign of a yellow stain on the sheets. She had cum that much? She’d never known that she could cum like that! What happened last night?

The fog began to lift slightly from her mind, and she began to remember. Her hands were idly cupping and stroking her tits while she remembered... tits... that was it! That had been his price. He had changed her vocabulary, but why? What was so bloody important about saying she finger-fucked herself or that she came instead of just saying... well, instead of the other word. She didn’t understand it, but she’d agreed. She would obviously have to follow through on it for now.

Mary Jane took the wet sheets and put them in the washing machine. After she turned it on, she looked at the clock. She was running behind. She would barely have time to cum at all this morning. God, she wanted to cum so much. She couldn’t help herself. She leaned back against the washing machine. The more she thought about limiting it, the more she wanted to just skip work and fuck her cunt all day long. The words running through her mind were so dirty, so slutty. She had never talked or even thought this way before. Ok, maybe in a few chats just to keep a guy hot, but that was it.

The author was changing her, and she wasn’t sure if this was even a change she liked. If she couldn’t even resist a change she didn’t want, what would happen if... hundreds of scary, degrading, and humiliating scenarios rushed through her mind. Her cunt exploded, and she came. Her knees buckled, and she fell. She could hardly catch herself with her one free hand and took a bump to the head.

As she hit the floor, she wondered what would her co-workers would think when she tried to explain this. The pain from her fall barely subsided before all Mary Jane wanted to do was slide her fingers back inside her cunt, but she had to get moving. She barely had time to make herself presentable. She had to get out of here, get her horniness under control. If she could just get out the door, she’d be fine. She had been every day once she was away from the privacy of her home. It was too easy to finger-fuck her cunt at home.

Finally, Mary Jane was on her way to work, her arousal gone for now. She hadn’t had time to get ready as she usually did, and she was a little disappointed with her appearance. Still, if she looked a little disheveled and maybe a little sloppy, she moved with such a purpose that no one she met would question it.

Her days at work were becoming more and more routine. She was just as focused until lunch. Then, she ate her salad, which was oddly enough becoming one of her favorite treats though she rarely ever ate fruits or veggies before. It aroused her horribly, but she wouldn’t finger herself. Though, today she did end up casually placing a hand in her lap as she read her novel, and it was only when people weren’t around that she pressed against the material of her pants and stroked gently. Mary Jane even stood up to move to the bathroom for a little more privacy but stopped herself. Did she really want this? She was a good employee. She couldn’t let him control her like this, could she?

The truth hit Mary Jan like cold water. She already had. He was even controlling her this moment. Because as right as it felt not to finger-fuck herself, she couldn’t help but wonder to whom that thought really belonged? She knew (whoever had thought that she shouldn’t finger-fuck herself) that it was the right thing to do, so she turned around and went back to her book. She was feeling better. She let her mind go almost totally blank aside from the shallow story line in her novel all during lunch. It was one of the most relaxing feelings she had ever had, and she did end up going back to work feeling more refreshed than she had yet. Still, her arousal was worse today than it had been yet.

Mary Jane also seemed to end her day a little earlier, still accomplishing the same massive amount of work. She spent her free time chatting some about nothing in particular since she really still wasn’t in the mood for thinking, and she ended up agreeing to go out for an evening of club hopping with some of her friends that she worked with.

She was going to meet them at the club just a little after eight. After all, they had to make a good entrance, and it really wasn’t unusual that she agreed. They had often gone places together for the sole purpose of keeping the other from doing anything stupid, and the only time it hadn’t worked was when a couple of them had both gotten drunk and went home together for a little fun together.

Mary Jane felt a shiver of pleasure run from her cunt all the way up her back as she remembered that night. They had been even better friends since, until recently, at least, when she had already blown her friends off twice recently for no reason that she could explain to them. She had to make it tonight to make it up to them.

The day ended, and of course, after work, Mary Jane didn’t even leave the parking deck. She was sure one of the cameras seemed to focus on her, but she knew that if someone was watching they couldn’t see much, if anything. Mary Jane moved into the back seat, laid down and pulled down her pants. One hand began to stroke her cunt while the other began toying with the buttons on her blouse. She couldn’t strip, but it didn’t mean she didn’t want to or at least want to think about it. She came in a matter of seconds thanks to a sudden mental image flashing into her mind of the old security guard, hand on his cock, watching her on the screen attached to that camera.

The image haunted her entire drive home. Once Mary Jane got home, she quickly moved inside, away from the eyes that might see her, where she felt safe even from that horrible image in her mind. She decided, as she began to strip, that she wouldn’t be finger-fucking herself on the parking deck anymore. In spite of everything, Mary Jane was more ready than ever to be hypnotized and let her worries just drift away.

Mary Jane, nude as always, got online hoping for a quick session before she left to meet her friends, but her hypnotist never showed up. She waited almost an hour, just sitting finger-fucking her cunt, thinking of what he might do next, but soon it was time to start getting ready for the clubs. She began to shut down her computer, but just as she did, her screen began to flicker. Mary Jane couldn’t believe it. She thought she recognized the flicker, but it was impossible. It was the program that her hypnotist had sent her, but she hadn’t run it again. Had she? Could it be set to start on its own?

Well, now was not the best time. She tried again to shut down her computer, but it wouldn’t respond. She thought about getting up and walking away, but she already knew that she wouldn’t. This was her only chance to be hypnotized tonight, and she would take it. Though, she wasn’t sure if this sudden determination was her own or was part of the program...

The screen began to morph just as before, and slowly, Mary Jane’s own thoughts began to fade. Her mind was filled with words that were flashing on the screen so quickly she could barely see them. Though this time, instead of the wall littered with pictures of blank, expressionless women, on each side of the clock in the center of the wall there was a single, large, full body shot. One was of a gorgeous woman who could have been a model, but Mary Jane didn’t recognize her. The other Mary Jane recognized instantly. It was a picture of her. It wasn’t the one she had sent the hypnotist either. How had he gotten that one? It was one of the sexiest pictures of her on her computer, but she never sent it to anyone online.

Still just as always, the words began to appear, and Mary Jane lost focus of her picture. Instead, she just relaxed and let the words drift into her open mind. She saw the model. She was beautiful, and then Mary saw her own picture. She was such a slob. That picture was sexy, but she couldn’t honestly say she dressed like that all the time, but should she dress like that? She wasn’t sure.

Mary Jane knew of women that dressed that way. She could remember thinking they were... She suddenly couldn’t remember. When she was relaxed like this, she wasn’t great at thinking, and she really just didn’t enjoy it. She focused more on the words. The words would tell her what she should think. The words were truth. She could trust what the words said. They would tell her what was right, and they did. Suggestions began to flow into her mind, and her world became the words that she read even while one hand was slowly working at her cunt...

Mary Jane wasn’t sure if only seconds, minutes, or maybe even hours that had past, but at some point, a messenger box appeared. She was happy her hypnotist had come. The words on the screen had been telling her things she already knew. She trusted the words and her hypnotist completely, and now, her hypnotist would help her to learn new things.

Mary Jane couldn’t help but turn her head to look around. Somehow, it was true. She was sitting in a desk at her old school, waiting for the teacher, her teacher, her hypnotist...

Mary Jane looked down at what had been her nude body, and suddenly, her clothes had appeared! He was right. He was always right.

And like the good student Mary Jane had always been, she got up to obey the teacher. She could feel his stern eyes on her nude form as she began to write about her first mistake tonight. Though, in reality, Mary Jane never left her chair, and as she typed the phrase over and over again to her hypnotist, the words flickering on the screen pushed the thoughts of sexy clothes even deeper in her mind.

By the time Mary Jane had finished, she couldn’t even imagine why she’d had to write the words. Of course she knew that she should only wear sexy clothing. She’d always known that, hadn’t she? But just as the thoughts entered her mind, the words on the screen flickered to life again, and her thoughts faded away completely.

And it was true. Still something wasn’t right...

Mary Jane struggled for an answer. At first it didn’t sound right, she wanted to become a bimbo. That’s why she had sought out her hypnotist, wasn’t it? She couldn’t think. The thoughts, the memories just seemed stuck in her mind. All she could think, the only words that flowed through her mind were her hypnotist’s. They must be right. She had been a bimbo. She had just been pretending to be a respectable girl, and her hypnotist was helping her to stop pretending.

And Mary Jane, standing back at the board, began to write/type. Two hundred times she typed it. All of the time, the words were sinking deeper into her open mind. When she finished, she sat back, realizing she was nude again, and her hand slowly began knead one breast, even though it ached to fuck her cunt. She wouldn’t do that though, not yet. She bit her lip. At least, she wouldn’t do it while her teacher was watching.

Mary Jane typed an answer, but the hypnotist didn’t respond again. The words on the screen began flickering again. The messenger box disappeared, and Mary Jane could barely see a spiral on the screen, pulling her into the center, into the clock. It focused her back on the clock as the words began to fill her mind again. She spent the night at her computer, learning. A few minutes before dawn, she shut down her computer, set her alarm, and crawled in bed for about an hour’s rest.

Mary Jane heard the alarm clock and rolled over like always to shut it off. It was time for work again. She tried to remember the night before. She had been supposed to go out with friends, but she hadn’t. She didn’t even remember going to sleep. She was nude, but that wasn’t what was shocking. What was shocking was that she hadn’t even thought to put sheets on the bed before she went to sleep. Mary Jane had slept (and, from the wet spot between her legs, cum) on her bare mattress last night.

She got up to get around, trying to get the strange dream out of her mind. That wall... she had seen it again, but it was different. What was it? And then it had been like being in a classroom again. She was a little girl there to learn from her teacher, but what was written on the black board was hardly a proper education. She couldn’t remember much, but phrases like “Dress for Success” and “Why should a woman be afraid to show off her body?” kept buzzing through her mind. And there was a web address. Surely it couldn’t be real, but she remembered it so clearly.

Mary Jane went to her computer. Nothing was very important just at that moment. She needed to look up this website. Find out what she was trying to remember.

http://women.msn.com/392539.armx?GT1=6588

She shouldn’t have remembered something like that, but she did. Almost without thinking, she had typed in the address, and the page was loading. She started to scan the page.

How to dress sexy (without going overboard)

She couldn’t stop herself from sitting down and carefully reading the whole article. As she read the article and finger-fucked herself, there were different sentences that caught her eye. She somehow wasn’t surprised by what it said, and her cunt seemed to pulse waves of pleasure in agreement with almost everything it said. It really seemed to make sense to her or at least her cunt. She could see the point of dressing sexy for friends, work or whatever the occasion. She even wondered why she hadn’t been before. She knew she felt better about her own appearance when the guys couldn’t take their eyes off her, but she was still worried about being appropriate at work. Still, the suggestions in the article made it all too easy to be sexy, look professional, and still somehow keep her good girl appearance. Nobody needed to know, not yet. She giggled.

Mary Jane put a hand to her mouth. She just giggled. She hadn’t giggled like that since high school when she had a major crush on... Well, whoever it was, he obviously wasn’t that important, but why was she giggling now like some air-headed...

The words froze in her mind as her body exploded. She came simply from knowing that she was getting closer to being what she really wanted to be, what she really was. She was an air-headed bimbo. Her hypnotist was just helping her stop pretending to be something she wasn’t. She wasn’t even really sure anymore why she was pretending, but as she relaxed, she smiled, happy that he was helping her. She’d have to find some way to thank him.

Mary Jane got up, cleaned up the chair and looked back at the clock. She was late. She had spent so much time reading the article and fucking herself that she should have been at work 10 minutes ago. She began rushing around, but instead of simply throwing something on as she had the day before, Mary Jane found herself really working at looking her best. She wanted to “dress for success.” It was the only thing she could think of. She stopped a couple of times trying to figure out why it was suddenly so important to look good, but it seemed that it was easier to worry about if her makeup looked right than if she was doing the right thing. Then she would look back at the clock and see she was falling even further behind. She’d have to start getting up earlier if she expected to be able to look good and make it to work on time.

Mary Jane spent 50 minutes in the shower washing every inch of her body (paying extra attention to certain areas but cumming only once), and once she had dried off and dropped her towel into the hamper, she spent more than an hour simply standing in front of a mirror trying to get her make-up just right. She finally moved on to her closet to pick out something to wear. She didn’t have anything that sent the right message. She needed to get moving, but all she really had that was appropriate to wear to work were the power suits that she always wore.

Mary Jane put her hand on a cute cocktail dress that she had bought on a dare. This certainly wasn’t appropriate for the office, but she was sure her boss wouldn’t object. No, she had never worn because it was too revealing. There was no way that she could wear it to the office, but maybe a night out with the girls would be better off with this dress. She thought about the stares she would get wearing this dress as one finger slowly started circling her cunt.

Mary Jane looked at the clock again, but this time, instead of thinking how late it was getting, she walked over to the phone. She dialed her boss’s number.

“Hello?” her boss answered.

Mary Jane pulled herself together and said in a weak voice.

“Hi, it’s Mary Jane. I hate to do this, but I’m not feeling well today. I think I may be coming down with something. I overslept, and I’m sorry I didn’t call in earlier. But I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it in today.”

Mary Jane was shaking. She could be fired for this. She unconsciously held her breath.

“No, that’s fine. If you’re sick, you should stay home. Just check back tomorrow if you aren’t going to be in, and try to call a little earlier, please.”

“Yes, I will.”

Mary Jane hung up the phone, still holding the cocktail dress with her other hand. Maybe she would have a chance to wear it today after all. She was definitely going to need some new outfits to wear to work. Her cunt gave a pleasant tingle. Yes, a shopping trip was just the thing to clear her head. Mary Jane slipped into the dress, even as she kept working her cunt with one hand, only removing it long enough to get her arm in the dress. She didn’t pull the dress all the way down right away. She wouldn’t until she could cum. God, she needed something more than her fingers to fill up her cunt. Mary Jane simply thought of finding the first man she could on the sidewalk outside her home and fucking him on the spot. That thought was enough to make her to cum.

As Mary Jane calmed down, she wondered if her cums were getting bigger or if she was just learning to enjoy them more. Mary Jane spent a few more minutes getting herself pulled back together, and then she walked out, headed for a good day of shopping at the mall. She never noticed the fact that she was wearing only her tight, flimsy cocktail dress, and with her nipples hard and pressing proudly against the skintight material, it left little to anyone’s imagination.

Mary Jane also failed to notice that even though she had left the house that she was still very aroused. Even as she was driving, she had one hand that was kneading her tits, too caught up in the pleasure pulsing from her cunt to think about what other people might be seeing. She kept this up all the way to the mall, and it was only as she was walking to the entrance that she finally came to her senses enough to at least stop playing with her jugs.

The mall wasn’t too crowded today since most people were either at work or at school. Mary Jane made her way to her favorite stores that she usually bought most of her clothes from. Today, though, she just couldn’t quite find what she wanted. She experimented with different combinations, even trying to go down several sizes to get the clothes to fit more tightly, but these clothes weren’t made to be very sexy. These were professional clothes and very casual clothes, not what she wanted.

Mary Jane went from store to store searching for the outfits that she was looking for. Finally, she found it, the perfect store. She went inside and found outfit after sexy outfit that she absolutely had to have. She looked at several dresses that revealed more than the dress that she was wearing. Of course, none of them were appropriate for her job, but they were so sexy.

She found a lot of sexy, almost sheer blouses and even some camisoles that she could wear with her suits instead of the normal blouses as long as she kept her jacket on. There were even several skirts that were just over the line, but she still knew that no one would ask her to change if she wore them, especially the men. She hurried to the dressing room to try them on.

Mary Jane was lost in her own arousal as she tried on the outfits. She would put one on and simply stare at herself in the mirror. She looked so sexy. God, she needed a good fuck. Finally, unable to stand it, she shed all of her clothes stood, fucking her own cunt with a hanger trying to fill herself as much as she could.

When Mary Jane finally came, thinking about the young clerk she had seen at the register. He looked like he was barely out of high school. Her cunt was still throbbing. There was no way that she could afford all of these clothes. She couldn’t think for all the thoughts of sex in her mind, but one thought stayed with her. She couldn’t tell if it was from her cunt or mind, but it was a good thought. Maybe she could kill two birds with one stone. She slipped back into her dress. Her nipples were rock hard, obvious to anyone looking. Her fingers were still sticky with her own juices, and she knew that she smelled of sex.

Mary Jane glanced around. She was the only customer in the store right now... good. The poor clerk looked like a deer in headlights as she approached him. He didn’t know where to look or what to do. Mary Jane thought he might pass out when she walked around behind the counter. The boy had obviously had many fantasies about just this moment. Mary Jane had no fantasies, no thoughts. She just had a single throbbing, aching need in her cunt.

“Would you like to live out a fantasy I can tell you have, right now?” She asked.

“Absolutely!” and he moved to kiss her.

Mary Jane stepped back, avoiding him.

“Well, there’s a price then. Isn’t there always?” she said as she cupped her tits

The question wasn’t really directed at the clerk. Mary Jane giggled. Now where had she heard that? For his part, the clerk just nodded while his eyes remained fixed on Mary Jane’s tits.

“Perfect, then you won’t mind paying for my clothes in the dressing room, will you?”

The clerk just dumbly shook his head.

“Great! Be right back!”

And with that Mary Jane practically bounced off to the dressing room to collect her new clothes. The clerk had a disappointed look on his face when she piled them on the counter.

“That’ll cost me a month’s salary!”

Mary Jane just fixed her eyes on him, cupped her tits again, and said,

“What do you think this is going to cost you?”

The clerk suddenly seemed to remember why he was doing this, and quickly tore the tags off the clothes and put them in sacks. He took the sacks and put them behind the counter. Then, he walked to the door, changed the sign to closed, and turned to admire the view, as Mary Jane headed back to the dressing rooms, already slipping out of her dress. She stopped and looked over her shoulder as dress dropped below her tits.

“Are you coming or have you changed your mind?” she asked.

“I hope I will be cumming soon,” was the clerk’s reply as he followed her.

He was openly eyeing every inch of her body, though some of it was still somewhat concealed under the dress. Mary Jane let her dress fall to the floor outside the dressing room. Part of her was screaming in her mind that this was wrong, but the need for these clothes and the pure intensity of her arousal was blocking any thoughts that might have even made the moment less enjoyable. Her cunt was in control now. Mary Jane sat on the bench in the dressing room and lewdly spread her legs.

“Come and get it.”

The clerk didn’t move, though. He was smiling.

“No, not that way. I don’t think I will.”

“What? No, please. I promised. Take me!” Mary Jane was practically begging for it.

“No, I want a sexy striptease first, and” the clerk picked up Mary Jane’s purse and dug around until he found her driver’s license, “Mary Jane, cute, we don’t sell any really sexy lingerie. I think the first thing you need to do” as he reached out and squeezed her tits, “is to go across the walkway out here to that lingerie shop. I happen to know the girl there is bi and would probably die to have the chance to eat out and be eaten out by a little slut like you. Don’t you think so?” and with that the clerk, who had a very obvious, very hard cock, turned and picked up her dress.

“But that’s not... I mean I don’t want... please just fuck me!” Mary Jane could barely speak as she begged, her fingers already fucking her empty cunt.

“Get moving or I might not even let you put your dress back on!”

Mary Jane slowly removed her hand, but not having anything to wipe it on she simply had to lick off her own juices. That only made her need get even stronger. She took the dress from the clerk’s extended hand. She slipped it back on, but the clerk slipped a hand into the dress, pushed the fabric down, and pulled out Mary Jane’s right tit.

“That’s better. Now, get going but not too fast.”

Mary Jane tried to walk quickly but casually, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention. Her mind was clouded by her own lust. She could barely contain her own desires, and as soon as she entered the lingerie store, she knew this wouldn’t get any easier. There were other customers in this store. What if they saw her? Where was the clerk she was supposed to find? Finally, she spotted her ducked over behind the counter. The clerk was apparently a woman just a year or two younger than she was, and she was on the phone...

“Yeah, she just walked in..... Yes, it is a nice tit..... I can’t believe you got her to walk over here like that..... She wants to do what? ... You’re serious? ... No, I can’t do that…. No, not even in the back..... Too many people around out here, and the manager is still here..... over there? ..... Yeah, I suppose we could, but what about the merchandise? ..... God, yes, it would be worth it ......... Ok, it’ll take me a few minutes with her and then a few to get to take my lunch..... Yes, I’ll send her back as soon as I take care of her here... You are one sick little boy! ..... Mmmm, yes, I’m wet just looking at her. .... You know, that may be why we get along so well..... Bye.”

Mary Jane had just heard this clerk’s side of the conversation, but even from that, it didn’t sound too good. Of course, standing in a store with one tit hanging out of her dress wasn’t too great either. She could see other customers moving around in the store, but fortunately, she was hidden from their view for the moment by some displays of lingerie, though not from the security cameras. She tried hard to think about why she was doing this, but it was so hard to think right now.

Mary Jane just had to get some sexy new lingerie. Then she could do a sexy striptease for that clerk. Then he would fuck her, and she was so horny that she really did want to fuck that clerk. She wouldn’t complain about adding a female clerk in the mix either. That didn’t seem right though, did it? She needed to clear her head and really think, but her cunt just kept aching pulling all her thoughts to only one topic. She had to fuck someone soon or she would explode. She glanced over at a mirror on the wall. Besides, she thought, she did look good in this dress. Honestly, she couldn’t ever remember feeling this sexy, looking this good. It felt good, right, to dress like this, and she could only dress like this if she had enough clothes to do this all the time.

Mary Jane only seemed to own power suits and business outfits, nothing sexy, but, honestly, in this dress she felt more powerful, more aroused, more herself, more like the bimbo she knew that she was, than she ever had in one of those suits. She imagined how happy, not to mention turned on, her boss would be to see her dressed like this, sexy, powerful, and ready to do her job. He might even want to fuck her, and that might not even be so bad.

“Hey slut, stop staring at your reflection and move it. And for gods sake put your tit back in your dress. Do you want to get me fired?” the female clerk snapped at Mary Jane.

“O- O- Ok” Mary Jane finally stammered and pulled the top of her dress up.

The clerk led Mary Jane back to a dressing room. The clerk pushed her inside.

“Strip.”

Mary Jane knew better than to question her. She quickly slipped the dress to the floor. Her cunt was slowly beginning to leak down her thighs, and her nipples were solid from her arousal. The lady clerk stood admiring her for just a second while Mary Jane stood waiting to see what would happen next.

“You are a horny little bimbo, aren’t you? Well, I don’t want you running off while I’m gathering your stuff up.”

The clerk handed Mary Jane a piece of paper.

“Write down your sizes, and hand me that sheet of paper and your dress.”

Mary Jane did as she was told. The clerk left her alone, naked in the dressing room. Mary Jane wasn’t sure if she should lock the door, but what if someone came in? She waited for what seemed like several minutes. A few times, she caught her hands slowly circling her cunt. Finally, she just sat back on the bench, and slowly began to finger-fuck her cunt.

It was obvious the clerk was a little more than surprised when she walked back into the room.

“What are you doing?”

Mary Jane didn’t know what to say.

“I was alone, naked, and horny, so I guess I just thought... I don’t know,” was all she could say.

“Well, pull that hand out. The only way you’re going to cum for right now is either from me or from Tim, or you can just forget about these freebies that you want. You got that?”

“Yes! I’m sorry!”

The clerk just smiled at Mary Jane. She had stopped fingering herself, but her legs were still spread wide. Nothing was hidden from the clerk’s wandering eyes and seeing her admiring every inch only increased Mary Jane’s arousal even more. Finally, the clerk pulled her eyes up to meet Mary Jane’s.

“Okay, here’s your dress back. Put it on and take this bag back over to Tim. He’ll help you figure out what happens next. Tell him that I’ll be there soon, ok?”

“Sure. I will,” Mary Jane quickly replied, grabbing for the sack of new sexy lingerie.

She was like a kid on Christmas morning as she practically bounced back over to the clothing store. The door was locked, but the clerk was waiting just out of sight. He opened the door and let Mary Jane slip back inside the store.

“Alright, now let’s get you back to the dressing rooms so the show can begin,” the clerk said as he pushed her toward the back of the dark store.

For Mary Jane, the next few hours were simply a blur of arousal and sexual acts with people and in places she wouldn’t have dreamed of even the day before. It began with and ended with her on her knees, first sucking one clerk as a warm-up after a poor attempt at a striptease, according to the clerk, and finally ending with her on her knees licking the other clerk’s cunt to clean up after all the fun. Finally, she rolled onto her back and lay in between the two clerks on the floor completely exhausted. She had cum so many times in so many places within the store that she was completely satisfied for the first time in almost a week.

Once they recovered, the clerks quickly pulled Mary Jane’s dress on her and pushed her out the door, leaving her empty and suddenly wanting more, holding three bags filled with her sexy new clothes and lingerie. It was the hottest experience she had ever been through, and it made coming home that much harder.

After Mary Jane had made it in her house, stripped, and sat down on the couching finger-fucking her cunt thinking about her shopping trip, the tears slowly began to flow. Why had she done that? She had gotten so carried away in the arousal, the sexiness of the experience that she hadn’t even thought about it. She’d had sex with two complete strangers, several times. That was a pleasant memory. The female clerk had an amazing tongue. Maybe if she went back to that store again... No.

The tears flowed even stronger. Her hands never stopped moving in and out of her cunt, even as she sobbed about her own lack of control. She couldn’t help herself. Her cunt was taking over her mind. She came, even as she sobbed, and then she came again. Finally, in a massive effort of will, she pulled her hand away from her pussy. She didn’t have to do this. Her mind cleared just a bit. She wasn’t going to let this happen. She didn’t want to be this kind of person, did she? Was this really the bimbo that she really was or was that hypnotist making her into his own version of a bimbo?

Mary Jane sat at her computer waiting. She was still nude. Somehow, it was ok, right even, to still be nude, but she had a purpose. She got online and sent her hypnotist a message.

It would normally have been about time for Mary Jane to head home from work, but Mary Jane was already home. Mary Jane ended up waiting a few hours for her, no for that hypno... that author. She didn’t fuc-finger herself. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t deny that she felt the urge. After all, she was at home, alone, and naked. It wouldn’t hurt if she just... once... No! Why was she still nude? Why didn’t she put something on?

She started to turn to get up but thoughts of clothes only led to one place in Mary Jane’s mind, all her new clothes. She still wanted to try them all on again. Thoughts flooded her mind, trying on the clothes and the rest of the day’s events. No, she decided, whatever the urge, she was better off for the moment staying nude. She could keep herself from doing that, even as one hand gently stroked a tit, just once.

Finally, almost as soon as she just barely began touching herself, her hypnotist, the author, finally showed up. She pulled her hand away and pushed and held her legs tightly together. She wouldn’t let him catch her like this.

And Mary Jane did just that. She didn’t leave out a single detail, and it took every ounce of willpower that she had not to ram her fingers in her wet cu... pussy right then and there. She wouldn’t do it though. She wouldn’t give in to him again, not this way.

Mary Jane was angry and humiliated and embarrassed all at the same time. She knew that he would ask that question. She should have put on some clothes, but it still just felt better this way. A short battle inside her mind was fought, but surprisingly the idea to lie never even entered her mind. Finally, she just decided to answer.

She was silent. Why didn’t she? Why hadn’t she thought of that? She was on the verge of tears again, from anger, fear or sadness, she wasn’t sure which.

Again, she answered without thinking. What was going on?

Mary Jane smiled. She did like finally being able to act like a real bimbo. She let one hand begin toying with a nipple.

She stopped toying and openly started fondling her tits as her legs began to spread apart. She was so happy she was getting these answers right!

Mary Jane slipped a finger inside her wet and waiting cunt.

Mary Jane couldn’t stop herself. She giggled again.

Mary Jane tried to think, but it was also so hard to think when she was finger-fucking herself.

The thought sent shiver throughout Mary Jane’s body.

Mary Jane was on the edge, so horny. She had to cum soon.

There was no hypnosis. There was only a command. At that moment, though, Mary Jane’s mind was open, and her body was very much ready. The command pushed her over the edge, and she came. Her worries, her fears, and her doubts completely forgotten, a thing of the past. Still, she had proved one thing. Already at this point, she was changed for good. No matter how much she fought, there was no going back now. She was a bimbo, for real and for good. As her orgasm slowly subsided, she focused again on her friend, her boss, her hypnotist. He said only three words.

Mary Jane never even experienced being at the beach. She was trained, and once she saw those words, her world went black. She had only one purpose to read the words and obey. Her screen began to flicker and morph once again, and her whole world was occupied in the space of a 17-inch computer monitor for the rest of the night.