Hypsan

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“Please sir we need to concentrate on this. It is important to the company and in fact the country, that we get a decision on this today.“

He looked up as she put the files down. “Hmmm? Are those real?” He said, poking her breasts with his pencil. “Yes Sir. Please Sir, I may have been programmed to be obedient and to dress like an office slut, but I am in fact an incredibly bright woman. I have found potentially far reaching issues in this project with considerable consequences and documented them in this report. It is why the company have kept my intelligence intact and asked me to support you in this project. You must realise how important this is Sir.”

“Turn around,” he replied as if she hadn’t spoken. “Now bend over” he went on as she helplessly followed his commands. Sliding her skirt up over her now naked arse, he began to play with her pussy. “Please Sir, you know my programming means I love it when you fuck me. That I am horny and need you inside me all the time, but could we just talk about my report first…“

“You really are rather boring aren’t you?” He said. “I think it is probably best if I have you reprogrammed to being my horny, bubbly little secretary don’t you?”

“Please Sir, that would be a complete waste of my talent and intellect, which I know the company wanted you to make use of”

“Hmm you might be right. Maybe I will have them leave your mind intact and just superimpose a bimbo secretary personality on top so that I can call on you when I need you, but also have a slutty little bimbo at my beck and call for the majority of the time. Yes an elegant solution.“ It didn’t seem like an elegant solution to her. Nothing about the situation seemed elegant to her.

He went on, “you will report to Learning & Development now and ask them to programme you to be my secretary as I have described. Do you understand girl?

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir” was all she could reply.”

“Good girl. Off you go.”

She had a new file. A new conditioning file. This was different he had said. This one would have a bigger impact then any of the others. After listening to it every evening for 6 weeks as she went to sleep she hadn’t noticed any difference. Although she always felt to tired after she listened and she couldn’t really remember what was on the file.

She felt so needy. She hadn’t fucked a guy for an hour. Jesus, when did that become a thing. Sex didn’t used to be a big deal for her. She had even gone to therapy to resolve her low libido. Hypnotherapy. That had been her mistake. She knew that now. Not that knowing it helped her.

After one session she had felt like her libido had gone up 100% so she went back. Again and again. Each time she found her arousal increasing but she couldn’t ever seem to orgasm. On her own, with any of the guys she dated, even on the one occasion she experimented with another woman. After 3 months she asked her therapist about it. He smiled and said there was something they could do about that.

The next session they had she came harder then she had ever done in her life. She went back every week after that. It became habitual. He took her deeper and deeper into trance every time, consistently telling her how her arousal was connected to his voice, how his voice had allowed her to find her libido, how his voice allowed her to cum. Only his voice. It got to the point where she would cum whenever he told her to, only when he told her to. He wouldn’t even need to trance her. Just saying a word took her from zero to orgasm in seconds.

Then he stopped letting her orgasm and her life changed. Suddenly it wasn’t enough to pay for a session in order to be rewarded with an orgasm. She had to let him touch her whilst she was in trance. To play with her body while he conditioned her to respond his touch. To his commands. After a while she found herself following his commands even when not in a trance. Feeling a surge of arousal when she knelt at his command. Heating up when he told her to open her mouth. Bringing herself almost to orgasm in response to being told to suck his cock. Her association with cumming was now completely tied to her obedience to his commands, and all of his commands were sexual.

She tried not to go back so many times. She told herself it was better to live a life without orgasms then to be used as a sexual object in this way. But it never lasted long. After a day or so she would be crawling the walls, her phone would ring and she would be on her knees obediently sucking his cock within the hour.

She gave up resisting after a while, resigned to her fate. He seemed to sense her resignation, which had led to the call this morning. The one telling her to buy the clothes she was wearing. To put them on in the shop and bin her other clothes. She was going to be a hooker, he had told her. A streetwalking whore for him. She wouldn’t be allowed to cum until she brought him her earnings from a night’s work. She had shivered at the thought. Firstly with revulsion, and then to her shame with arousal as she imagined herself being fucked by a stranger for money. It had been a year since her first session and in that time he had broken her. Taking her through increasingly desperate cycles of need to the point where she was about to sell her body for money, and feeling so incredibly aroused by the thought of it.

"How do you feel watching your best friend being conditioned Slave?" He asked, watching her play with herself uncontrollably.

"Wonderful Sir. It makes me so horny to know I betrayed her at your command. Part of me tried so hard to resist. l love Lisa for who she is, and I know you will turn her into something she would hate, but it was just so hot knowing that you said I could be the one to help with her pleasure conditioning. That when she was under your control you would let me play with her. I didn't even like girls before Sir, but now the idea of fucking Lisa for your entertainment makes me so fucking wet. Please Sir, can I eat her out whilst the file melts her brain?"

"I see you've finally watched the new corporate training videos," he said.

"Yes, sir," she purred in response. "They were very educational."

The signs were easy to spot in most of the girls even without talking to them. The makeup, the clothes, the distinct lack of a bra. And in her particular case, the pretty smile that replaced the permanent scowl she normally wore whenever they talked.

"Get your tits out."

He spoke as if he was asking her to hand him some paperwork but her response was immediate, ripping her blouse open without hesitation.

"I've always wanted to get a closer look at those," he said with a smirk. "I think it would improve morale if they were bigger though."

She nodded, grinning. "Yes, sir. Anything for the company, sir."

"Good girl. And speaking of your newfound devotion, you'll need to stay late tonight. Will that be a problem?"

"Not at all, sir," she said. "I broke up with my boyfriend after watching the first training video."