(Standard Disclaimers apply)
Mary Jane sank deeply into her chair and into a trance. It was a familiar feeling, a safe feeling. She opened her mind to her hypnotist, and she let his words guide her into her new life.
The screen morphed once more, and Mary Jane’s will melted into the spiral , and the words on the screen went freely into her open mind. This time Mary Jane woke up the next morning still sitting at the computer. Her hands were in her lap. Her back was very straight, which was surprisingly comfortable, and yet she felt completely rested. She was continually amazed at her hypnotist’s skill. It was weird. She knew that he was guiding her now. He was controlling who she fucked, but even though she thought that should bother her, it didn’t seem to, not even in the slightest.
Mary Jane glanced at the clock. It was an hour earlier than she normally would have gotten up, but she knew that she needed the extra time. She hurried to get in the shower just hoping that she’d have enough time to make herself presentable. She got into the shower and began to lather up. As her hands roamed her body, she began to feel all too familiar urges. Her hands moved up to her tits.
Mary Jane cupped and squeezed them. She knew every inch of her tits, but each touch to them seemed to send a new sensation pulsing through her body. Finally, her hands began to wander down her body, first to her stomach (which suddenly seemed just the least bit flabby) and then they barely touched her cunt before she fell back against the shower wall and screamed out in ecstasy. Mary Jane’s life was good.
Two more orgasms later, Mary Jane finished washing herself off, got out of the shower and toweled herself off. Once again, she simply dropped the towel onto her pile of towels and began to work on her make-up. She knew that she was nude, and she enjoyed it. She was so comfortable with it, in fact, that when her doorbell rang just after she finished her make-up, she didn’t even think of putting anything on before going to answer it.
As it turned out, the person at the door was one of the girls Mary Jane worked with, Amy. It’s needless to say that Amy was more than a little shocked at what she saw.
“MJ!” she almost shrieked as she turned her head, a fierce blush already forming on her cheeks.
“Come on in. What’s wrong with you?” Mary Jane replied.
Mary Jane was, even then, mostly unaware that she was still totally nude, but even though she couldn’t explain it, she felt as comfortable being nude in front of Amy as she had been when she was alone. Therefore, it wasn’t any surprise Mary Jane was surprised and honestly puzzled at her friend’s reaction.
Amy entered, but she still wouldn’t look directly at Mary Jane. To Mary Jane, Amy almost seemed to be fighting not to look, though neither really understood why. Amy followed Mary Jane inside the door to the living room where Mary Jane sat down on her sofa, legs spread slightly, and let her hands play with her tits a little.
Amy was squirming. Mary Jane was enjoying this, drinking it all in, while her friend, who wouldn’t sit, talked. She loved arousing, teasing men, and this was just as good.
“Listen, MJ, I don’t know if this is some kind of joke or not, but I came by to make sure you were feeling ok. What’s up with you? You’ve blown us off twice in the last week. You called in sick yesterday, but Susan swore she saw you at the mall. I didn’t believe her when she said that you even had a boob hanging out of your dress, but now I’m beginning to wonder.”
Mary Jane slipped a hand down to her cunt, partly because of her arousal, partly to see what Amy would do.
“What’s the problem, so I had a little fun at the mall yesterday and played hookie. Besides, how did Susan see me? Hmm? I know you’ve done it before, too. As for blowing you off, I really didn’t mean to. You know I wouldn’t do that to you or any of the other girls at work. Something just came up. I’ve been talking to this guy, and he’s really great. Sometimes, I just lose track of time though. That’s all.”
Amy attempted to smile a little, but she still refused to look at Mary Jane. She hadn’t even noticed what Mary Jane was doing on the couch, and Mary Jane didn’t seem to notice that Amy wasn’t even watching her little show, though her legs were slowly spreading, little by little.
“And what about the way you’re dressed, or not dressed, now?”
Mary Jane’s arousal was really increasing, not only from her hand but from actually doing this in front of Amy.
“Well, first, I’m comfortable nude. I like it! Besides, it’s not like you’ve never seen this before.”
As Amy remembered the night of passion that she, Mary Jane, and Rose, another girl from the office, had shared. She blushed even harder. Though she couldn’t deny a growing arousal on her own part either, she wasn’t ready for this. Not now, not yet? She finally pulled her head up and looked at Mary Jane.
What was going to be a quick look turned into a stare, Amy just couldn’t move her eyes away from the scene before. What was up with Mary Jane? Was this her not so subtle attempt at seducing her?
“But that shouldn’t have happened! Are you really sure you want to do that again?”
“Amy! You naughty girl! I’m not going to fuck you. I’m just horny, so I’m playing with my cute cunt. You don’t mind, do you?” Mary Jane asked Amy with a wink.
“No... but I think I should go.” And Amy turned to leave. Did she sound disappointed?
“Amy!” Mary Jane called with a little squeak as her arousal continued to build. She did want Amy, but she couldn’t, not without permission... could she?
Amy turned back around and waited as Mary Jane tried to get her words out through her moans.
“I.. can’t fuck.. ohhhh... you.. mmmm... but that doesn’t.. mean... that.. you.. ahhh... you can’t enjoy... yourself too! AAHHHH GODDD!!!” And with that thoughts of her friend naked, fucking her own cunt flashed in her mind and Mary Jane collapsed in her first orgasm since her friend arrived. All poor Amy could do was stare barely noticing her own nipples beginning to show just a little even through her bra and shirt.
What did Mary Jane want from her? Why couldn’t Amy take her eyes off of Mary Jane? MJ was a true beauty. She was so sexy, and Amy had enjoyed that night. She’d always been afraid to admit that, even to herself. No, Mary Jane said that she wouldn’t. No, MJ said she couldn’t... Why couldn’t she fuck poor Amy? That didn’t make any sense.
All the while that Amy was lost in thought, she didn’t notice what her hands were doing. Her own hands had moved to her blouse. She had already unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, but why? Was she going to sit down and play with herself for MJ’s amusement? She did desperately want out of her clothes now, but it wasn’t her hands that she wanted touching her.
“Why can’t you fuck me?” Amy suddenly asked.
Mary Jane was caught off guard. She couldn’t tell her. She hadn’t told anyone.
“It’s not... I mean.. I want to... You just don’t understand!” was the only reply Mary Jane could come up with. Mary Jane didn’t even notice herself lick her lips.
“You’re right. I don’t. You’re still practically leaking with anticipation. You haven’t been able to stop touching yourself since I got here. You want me. I want you. I was scared to admit that. I’m not anymore. Why won’t you admit it too?”
It took every once of willpower Amy had to force herself to say it as her hands, almost on their own, finished removing her blouse. She was on the verge of tears just from admitting her dirty little secret, exposing herself like this, but she did it. She didn’t know what was different about Mary Jane this last week, but nothing had ever turned Amy on like MJ had recently. She had to find out what was up... one way or another.
For Mary Jane, it was like waking up from a dream. She had known her friend, the girl she was closest to at the office, the one who had inspired more than one naughty, erotic fantasy, had come here to see her, but her own lust, horniness had clouded everything. She still didn’t want to think about it, just enjoy it, but she couldn’t. She had to deal with this. She wouldn’t hurt her friend, not again.
“Fine. I can’t because... Well, it’s a long story. Got a while?” Mary Jane smiled.
Without a second’s hesitation, Amy picked up the phone.
“You’re just lucky that I happen to know that our boss gets in early, and I have his direct number.”
“You do? And why is that?” Mary Jane raised an eyebrow.
Amy’s blush returned.
“It’s.. not like that. I told him I was coming by to check on you. He gave me the number to call if you weren’t coming in. Now who’s got the dirty mind?” Amy laughed, relaxing a little for the first time since the door opened.
“Hey, I never denied it. Remember me, the girl who just fucked her cunt in front of you? How am I not supposed to have a dirty mind?”
“Oh...” Amy was suddenly caught again, “right, I forgot.. well, not forgot. HOW could I forget that?! I just wasn’t... Let me just make the call, ok?”
“OK.” And Mary Jane casually laid back and played with her tits some more, getting her nipples nice and hard again so she could watch Amy squirm just a little more.
Amy picked up the phone and dialed. She was running on pure emotion. She wasn’t even thinking. She just knew that she had to get herself and MJ out of work so she could find out what was going on and what was going to happen next.
“Hello?” came the answer on the other end of the line.
“Hi, Mr. Simmons? This is Amy. I stopped by to check in on Mary Jane this morning...”
Amy sat down in the chair next to the phone.
“Yes, how’s our girl doing?”
“She’s still about the same as yesterday. I really think it’d be best if I stayed here to take care of her. I do have a personal day coming. I know we’re not supposed to take it without notice, but I thought.. maybe...”
Amy wasn’t sure what to say next. I want to stay here so I can try to seduce her? Somehow she didn’t think that would work with her boss. Of course, she couldn’t stop the thought, “Well maybe if we let him watch..” from flashing through her mind.
Amy’s hands had moved to her pants, and she could see Mary Jane watching. Amy locked eyes with Mary Jane as she undid her pants and slowly pulled them down.
“Well, I suppose that will be fine. Do you think she’ll be better by Monday?”
Amy slowly spread her legs, teasing Mary Jane.
“Yes, I think she’ll be able to ‘cum’ it to work on Monday.” Amy licked her lips lewdly at Mary Jane even though Amy was practically shaking, staring unblinkingly at Mary Jane who was nearly drooling from the view.
“Great. I’ll see you both bright and early Monday morning. Ok?” Mr. Simmons said.
Amy, who had lost interest in the phone conversation, hung up the phone without another word. She was now locked in a staring contest with Mary Jane across the room. Amy was only in her bra and panties. Mary Jane was totally nude. Both girls legs were spread wide for the other to see. There was an excitement, a tension in the air. They both wanted the same thing, but they were waiting for each other to make the first move, Amy because she was afraid to do anything about it and Mary Jane because she was still battling the fact that she couldn’t, not without permission.
Both girls were getting very wet with anticipation, but it was showing more on Amy thanks to her now damp panties. Finally, Mary Jane broke the silence.
“So are you just going to sit there?” Mary Jane said with an almost evil grin.
“But you were going to tell me” Amy tried to start saying.
Mary Jane interrupted her.
“I was, but between your nipples poking through your thin, little bra there and that damp spot between your legs, I’d say you need to take care of something first.”
“I... I shouldn’t.. I mean... it’s not... I’m not” Amy just kept mumbling.
A memory popped in Mary Jane’s mind, and her smile grew.
“You’re planning on wearing those panties the rest of the day, right?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Amy answered, a little confused by the question.
Why was that important?
“Well, if you’re going to, I’d take them off, unless you want to squish all day.”
Mary Jane was enjoying being on the other end of this for a change.
“I was... but... wait.. I mean, then I’d.. ok” Amy tried to say, while her hands moved to her panties and slid them down.
As Amy did, she pulled her legs together again denying Mary Jane the view that she had really wanted, but Mary Jane wasn’t going to be stopped by that.
“See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Mary Jane asked, not really expecting an answer.
Amy barely shook her head. What was going on?
“Still, there’s something wrong.” MJ stated and stopped for a moment as if she was deep in thought, trying to figure it out.
Amy just sat there, waiting, not sure what to say or do next.
“Yes, that bra... you look a little silly just sitting there in your bra, don’t you think?”
“I guess, so I should take it off?” Amy asked.
Amy was bewildered by everything that was happening, and she just couldn’t seem to figure out what was going on. She knew it was silly to sit there in just her bra, but she hadn’t intended to be in just her bra. Had she? What was going on?
“Well, that’s up to you. Do you want to take it off?” MJ replied.
Amy answered in a very small voice.
“Yes.”
It was barely above a whisper, but Mary Jane knew what she had said. Amy’s hands moved around and undid the clasp to her bra. As her bra fell to the floor, Amy was almost totally exposed, but she wasn’t sure what if anything she should try to cover, hide.
“Now what are you going to do?” Mary Jane asked, as if this was the most casual conversation she had ever been in.
Meanwhile, Mary Jane’s hands had already moved to her tits, toying with them.
“I want to cum.” Amy said with just a little more confidence.
Slowly, Amy was figuring this out. It was a game to Mary Jane, and right now, MJ had the advantage. She’d have to change that.
On the other side of the room, Mary Jane wasn’t thinking about having the advantage. She couldn’t keep pull her hands or her thoughts away from her tits. She kept kneading them, toying with them until finally Amy spoke up.
“Are you going to watch or give me another show first?” Amy asked, showing the first signs of her own mischievous grin.
“OH! Don’t let me stop you.” Mary Jane said, stunned at her friend.
Mary Jane pulled her hands away from her tits, blushed, and settled in to watch the show.
Unlike Mary Jane, Amy wasn’t lost in her own lust. She knew the situation, and she knew what Mary Jane wanted right now. Amy didn’t just want to give MJ a show, though. She wanted more, so she’d have to tease, arouse, and make Mary Jane want more than just a show too.
“So see anything you like?” Amy asked as she cupped her tits.
“mmmm... Maybe.”
Amy slowly spread her legs, but as she did her hand slid down hiding what Mary Jane seemed to be focused on, waiting for. Mary Jane let out a slightly disappointed moan. Amy slid a finger in and let out a moan of her own, keeping herself cover the whole time.
Amy had Mary Jane’s full attention, though MJ couldn’t seem to keep her hands from playing with herself. Even while MJ was watching Amy, her own hands had found their way back to her cunt. Both girls continued to bring themselves pleasure. Mary Jane seemed to be close, but was she waiting on Amy?
Amy thought that MJ was waiting, and Amy was holding her orgasm as long as long as she could to give them both as much pleasure as possible. When she thought she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer, she heard a squeak, then a moan. Mary Jane was cumming, and seeing her cumming was enough to push Amy over the edge too. For the next few minutes, they sat first in pleasure then in a deep sense of satisfaction, just recovering.
Amy got up, leaving her clothes on the floor by the chair, went over, and sat beside Mary Jane on the couch.
“So you were going to tell me something?” Amy moved just a little closer to MJ.
“Yeah, I was.” Mary Jane replied, smiling.
And so she did. Mary Jane told Amy everything that had happened, everything she could remember that happened at least, and after one other orgasm by both girls from listening to or remembering the story, Mary Jane was back to the present.
“And that’s why I can’t...” she finished.
“Ok, I can live with that,” Amy replied, a plan already forming in her mind.
Amy continued, “But that doesn’t mean you can’t kiss me, does it?”
“I guess not,” Mary Jane knew where this was going, but was unable or unwilling to stop Amy.
“Or mean that I can’t do this,” Amy said as she reached out and cupped MJ’s right tit.
“Ohhhh, no you can do that,” Mary Jane gasped.
“Good.”
And with that said, Amy leaned in and kissed Mary Jane. It was a kiss full of the longing and passion that both had been feeling, and the kiss didn’t end. Both girl’s hands began to roam the other’s body. It was a familiar scene. They had been here before, but this was different somehow. They both wanted it more this time, and neither could stop now.
So when Amy’s mouth left Mary Jane’s and began to move down MJ’s body, first to her neck, then to her tits, then... all Mary Jane could do was say, “No... I’m not supposed to...”
And then, “Please.. don’t.. stop..”
Even looking back later, Mary Jane wasn’t sure if she was asking Amy to stop or keep going. The truth was that even if Mary Jane was asking Amy to stop, she made no move to try and make her stop, and the moment that Amy’s lips touched Mary Jane’s cunt, Mary Jane came stronger and with more force than even her hypnotist had been able to produce. This was pure pleasure.
As she recovered from that first orgasm, Mary Jane looked at her friend, a new smile on her face, and said,
“So I guess I should return the favor?”
Both laughed.
The fun and pleasure continued straight for the next few hours, and it was only after both were completely drained that Amy moved away from Mary Jane.
“Wow, what a morning! I certainly didn’t expect that when I came to check in on you, but I’m glad I did,” Amy said, slightly blushing once again.
“Me, too. It would have been awfully lonely without you here today. I might even have made it into work,” Mary Jane laughed.
“Speaking of... do you mind if I borrow your computer? I know I’m off today, but I am expecting an important e-mail. Can I?”
“Be my guest, just beware online hypnotists! I’ll go make us some lunch,” Mary Jane replied.
“Sounds great.”
Amy went over and sat down at MJ’s computer. As she went to check her e-mail, she noticed an alert flashing in the system tray. She checked it. It was the virus scanner. Apparently, Mary Jane’s computer was infected.
Amy called out to Mary Jane, “Hey, did you know you’ve got a virus?”
“No, what do I do?” Mary Jane called back.
“The program says it can clean it, want me to tell it to do that?”
“Sure, whatever.”
And with that, Amy cleaned off the virus that was giving the hypnotist so much access to Mary Jane and her computer. After Amy checked her e-mail, she and Mary Jane sat down to eat lunch. Mary Jane had just enough salad left to make a salad for her and for Amy. She thought it would be a nice surprise.
As they sat down, Amy was once again amazed at the situation. Her friend, who used to be a fast food junkie, had made them a salad in record time. She even seemed to really want to eat it. Then she noticed that both of them were still nude. It had definitely been a strange morning.
“So you’re into health food now?”
“Yeah, it’s the hypnotist. After I ate that first salad, I couldn’t go back. That other food just weighs you down. This keeps you light and ‘ready’ for action,” Mary Jane smiled.
It was a smile like she had meant more than just what she had said, but Amy dismissed it. At least, she did until she started eating. Amy noticed it on the first bite, but it wasn’t until after another couple of bites that Amy finally asked...
“Is that what I think it is?”
“Yeah, just some extra flavor, you like?” Mary Jane giggled.
“Not quite as good as straight from the source, but yeah, it’s good. It’d definitely make me a salad lover.”
Both girls laughed at that.
Amy and Mary Jane spent the day chatting, fucking, and doing silly little things to pass the time. Neither wanted the moment to end for fear that it would be some kind of dream that they would wake up from at any moment. Finally, as the sun set, Amy, who, like Mary Jane, had spent the entire day nude, put on her clothes back on and with one last lingering kiss walked out the door.
She made it about halfway down the walkway to her car before she stopped and turned back to Mary Jane, standing in only her robe at the door.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” she asked.
“No, I don’t think so. I’ve got to talk to him tonight. Things have changed, and I’ve got to do this on my own, ok?”
“Alright. I’ve got a few chores that I need to do at my place anyways, but if I don’t hear from you by tomorrow morning, I’m coming back here.”
“If that’s all it takes, I may not call anyways,” Mary Jane answered with a wink as she closed the door.
And with that the dream had past. Mary Jane slipped back out of her robe and sat down at the computer to wait. She was almost scared this time. She had broken a rule. What did that mean for her? What did that say about the hypnotist? The mind that had been nearly blank the past few days suddenly swirled with questions.
Mary Jane tried to answer some of the questions. Some of them should have been easy enough to answer, but she wasn’t thinking straight. Her mind was suddenly hazy. It was harder and harder for her to think until finally she gave up trying. It was much more fun just to sit and fuck her cunt until the hypnotist arrived.
Finally, the hypnotist showed up, but Mary Jane wasn’t sure what to do now, so she waited. He didn’t say anything at first, but he usually spoke first. He was the boss after all.
How did he know something happened? How could he tell? She was scared. What should she tell him? What could she tell him? She wanted to lie, but that wasn’t what came out.
And she told him. She told him every detail. The hypnotist must have enjoyed the story because he said very little while she typed it all out. When she finished typing the whole thing to him, it was like a weight had been lifted. Her hypnotist would do whatever he needed to, but she had told him. That was what had been haunting her until now.
And Mary Jane logged out of messenger. There was a finality to the way she ended things. She knew she didn’t need the hypnotist. Right now, she needed Amy. Her mind was still a complete blur. She wasn’t thinking straight or she wouldn’t have grabbed her keys and walked outside naked, but she did. She got in her car and drove to Amy’s house, much to the delight of many men on the side of the road. She wasn’t thinking about that either though.
Other than her growing arousal, she had only one thing on her mind. She ran up to the door and knocked when she got to Amy’s place. Amy was just as shocked when she opened her door as she had been when Mary Jane had opened hers that morning.
“What are you doing, MJ?! Get in here!” she shrieked.
Mary Jane walked through the door. Amy quickly shut it behind her. She was about to give her friend a lecture until she looked at her. There was MJ standing in all her glory. One of her hands had moved to her cunt even as tears had started to flow down her cheeks. Amy wasn’t sure what to do. Mary Jane was talking but to herself and barely loud enough to hear just a foot or two away.
“I.. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow. He said I couldn’t.. f.. fuck Amy again, but he can’t tell me that, can he? I mean.. I.. I wouldn’t really fuck EVERY guy I met, just some... you know.. to take the edge off because I’m so horny, but I want to fuck you.. so I should be able to right? He was wrong. He was wrong.”
And she sunk down to the floor, repeating that over and over. He was wrong. Was it the fact the hypnotist had actually been wrong for a change? That he hadn’t had enough control over her to stop it? Or was her need for Amy suddenly that strong? No one knew that night.
“It’s ok MJ. I’m here. What do you want?”
MJ looked at her and thought. She wanted to fuck, but she didn’t just want that anymore. She wanted something more. The hypnotist wasn’t a good boss because he didn’t know her. She needed a boss who knew her as well as she knew them. It all suddenly fell into place why she had come here. Her tears stopped, and she looked at Amy, as if seeing her for the first time.
“I want you to be my boss. You decide who I fuck. You decide all the things that a silly little girl like me can’t think about.”
“What?? I can’t do that! You’re a person, not some fuck toy for someone’s personal amusement. What has happened to you?”
“No, you’ve got it wrong. He showed me who I really was. I’m just a bimbo, a fucktoy, and I love it, but he was right about something else. I don’t want to think about all the hard things. I don’t even want to be thinking about this. I just want to fuck. That’s why I’m here. I wanted to fuck you, but I can’t just keep fucking everyone all the time. I need you. You’ll take care of me. You’re the perfect boss, though boss doesn’t sound quite right either...”
Mary Jane thought as hard as any bimbo could think. And finally she found the right word. It made her cunt ache just thinking about it. Yes, that was the word for Amy. But she wouldn’t say it. Not just yet.
She just looked up at Amy the first hints of a smile starting to form on MJ’s lips. Amy was still standing there, stunned and staring.
“So will you help me? Will you take care of me?”
“I guess so,” Amy said, finally relenting to the pitiful, tear-filled eyes of her friend on the floor. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Completely.”
And as she said it, Mary Jane move from sitting on her ass, curled up, to kneeling in front of Amy.
“Thank you, Mistress.” And just saying the word made MJ cum.
Amy and Mary Jane spent many years together. It didn’t take long after her confession before MJ ended up quitting her job with the company and moving in with Amy. Somehow, it just felt better than trying to keep going back and pretending that nothing had changed. Mary Jane eventually started cleaning houses for a living since they needed the money, and Mary Jane did have to have a simple job.
For Amy, who, at first, wasn’t sure how to handle Mary Jane, she quickly got used to the power and the adoration a Mistress enjoys, and true to something MJ told Amy that first night, MJ never got in the way of Amy’s life. And with the confidence that she had gained, Amy’s life became better than she could have hoped for. They both handled family issues when it all finally came out, but they made it through them.
Several men were happy to date Amy when they saw the added bonus that came with it, but Amy was confident and picky now. She waited, and she found the right man. Then, Amy got married. Her husband was, of course, perfectly happy to let MJ stay around, and Mary Jane enjoyed serving them both until it was time to move on. That’s another story though. I stayed in contact with both girls for a little while, so some of this I know for sure and some of it is just hoping.
For Amy and MJ, though, I hope for nothing but the best. Good luck girls.