I sat at the screen behind her, waiting patiently as Carrie fulfilled her commands.
I’ve been hypnotising her for over a month now without her knowledge and today’s the day that I activate her triggers.
First, I installed the software onto the network and then had it install onto everyone’s machine but mine. Once installed, I sent out a script which would ‘encourage’ every person to send me an email wishing me a happy Christmas. In the middle of June.
The next day, I’d received emails from nearly all of the office staff.
Now, I began to customise the scripts, tailoring them to the individual depending on who they were and what job they did.
The cute intern manning the receptionist decided that giving me a blowjob first thing in the morning was a great way for us to start the day.
My boss decided that now was the time to look at taking a more ‘hands off’ approach to the company, and asked if I wouldn’t mind ‘stepping up’.
Carrie was always going to be the last one on my list though. The grand prize. Her transformation was slow and meticulous.
Dump my boyfriend. Wear short skirts, high heels for work. Work out every day. Eat healthy and keep myself in good shape. Get a manicure and shave my pussy. Keep myself looking pretty for work. Film myself masturbating as frequently as possible. Stop wearing panties. Think about Mike fucking me when I'm playing with my pussy. Send all of my videos and images to Mike. (that's me!)One by one the changes kicked in. The skirts got shorter, the heels got higher, and she began to look even more amazing than ever.
Eventually, I started receiving the emails. They were pretty hot. I could see her face in the early videos, confused at why she needed to do this so badly. By the fifth, she didn’t seem to care anymore. She was smiling, sliding her fingers deep inside and whispering my name as she began to fingerbang herself.
And now, today was the day I’d finally claim my prize. I’d made sure that the entire office wanted to leave for the afternoon. I even declined my morning blowjob from the intern who had gotten pretty skilled at it.
Sure, I could have made the entire office want to stand around and watch us fuck, but that just seemed a bit too egomaniacal.
So it was just the two of us at work. Neither of us were doing work though. I hadn’t done any since the program went live, and Carrie… Well, Carrie was doing what she did best these days.
She rubbed her pussy, making hardly any effort to hide the soft squeals as each orgasmed hit.
The clock struck 12 and an audible beep came from her computer triggering her.
“Uh, Mike?” she said, squeaking asanother orgasm hit.
“Yes, Carrie?” I said, with a shit-eating grin, turning my head.
“Uh, w-would you… Would you uh come and help me over here?”
I heard the soft ‘click’ of her fingers on her wet pussy and saw her leg balanced over the chair.
“Sure, Carrie. What can I help you with?”
“Um, w-would you fuck me?”
“Uh, I don’t know about that, Carrie.” I said, standing up, trying to appear all chivalrous. “I mean, I’m not the boss yet, but if someone walks in…”
“Please? I really need this? And I…” she paused, staring helplessly at my crotch. “I really need it to be you.”
Her face was deep red. She was helpless. I couldn’t drag this out any longer.
“Okay, Carrie. Why don’t you hop up on the desk and we’ll get started?”
“Really?!” she gushed, brightening up immediately.
I’d tell you what happens next, but I’m pretty sure you can work it out for yourself. Suffice to say that Carrie and me are still together. She’s still making those videos as well, and the intern still gives me a blowjob in the morning. Only now, she wakes me up with them while Carrie watches.