I had never been one for bimbos. The idea of hypnotizing a woman to take her mind and make her a stupid slave was silly. Oh I get the desire that some women have to let go and stop thinking, but what’s the point of a dumb slave when you could have a smart obedient one.
It would be like having an Android phone when you could just get an iPhone. (Ha ha, sorry, leave the hate mail at the door.)
But Amanda was different. She’d gotten the promotion over me because she was sexier and more fun. Clients liked her more and she was the new rising star of the company. At first I tried to be happy for her, but she turned out to be a bitch of a boss. Long hours. When I got my performance review I finally snapped. I’d gone from one of the best employees to a getting a terrible review.
Even dropping by one of my hypnodolls’ apartments for a trance and a blow job didn’t cheer me up. However as she worked on my cock, I realized that it was time to mix business with pleasure.
Women come to me to experience their deepest and darkest fantasies. Hypnosis, letting go and submitting is a popular thing to desire. It’s okay, we all desire some sick stuff. I keep everything above board, clear objectives and limits. Which makes it sound dry and boring, but it’s not. However actually hypnotizing someone and turning them into a bimbo without them asking for it, was new.
I waited until the end of the day. The one thing I had to give Amanda credit for was that she worked as late as she made others work. It was eight PM when I saw the lights in her office flick off. The new office. The one that should have been mine.
I stood up from my cubical grabbing my coat, timing it so I’d meet her at the elevator door. I smiled at her and she sighed.
“You look tired,” I said snapping my fingers at my side when I said the word ‘tired’, “do you think it’s safe to drive when you’re so sleepy?” I snapped my fingers again on the word ‘sleepy’.
She glanced down at my hand that had snapped, puzzled why I was doing it but not wanting to comment on it. She shrugged, “I have to get home, and I can’t leave the car here since I need to be in early for the Texas call.”
I went to push the button, stopping my finger just before the button and then moving so my body was in between her eyes and the elevator call button. Without actually being pushed the button did not call the elevator, but she assumed that it would be there soon.
Nodding sympathetically I said, “It seems like you’re in very early and very late. Sleepy when you get in and then even sleepier when you’re done. And even when you’re done you can’t really relax even though you’re so sleepy.” My fingers snapped again on the words ‘sleepy’ ‘sleepier and ‘relax’.
Agains she noticed but did not say anything. Instead she nodded, “Lots of responsibilities with the new office.”
“Of course, lots to think about. Lots of stress and no time to relax. Hardly any time to sleep, to let go. I bet you’d love to sleep and let go.”
Snap. Snap. Snap.
Her eyes blinked, closing for a moment and then struggling to open. By now the snapping of my fingers were tied in her mind to the hypnotic words like ‘relax’ and ‘sleep’. Thus when without saying anything else I snapped my fingers again, it was as though I’d said one of those soothing words.
Her eyes blinked.
I pushed the elevator button to call it to our floor.
Snap.
“When you get to your car I bet it’ll feel good to sit in the seat and just relax, and let go. No more work, no more worries. Just a chance to relax and let go,” I said as the door opened. I snapped my fingers on all the hypnotic words again adding ‘let go’ to the roster, then guided her into the elevator.
Pushing the P4 button I felt the car begin to lower.
“The elevator is taking us down, to where you can relax, it will feel good to go to your car and sit in the seat and relax, relax, won’t it Amanda?”
Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.
“Yeah, relax in my car.”
When she said relax I snapped.
“You feel so sleepy, maybe it’s better if you have someone drive you. Someone you trust. You trust me to drive you,” I said.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
She nodded, “Drive me…”
I reached for her jacket pocket, pulling her keys from her coat. The elevator door opened and I guided her out towards her car which was one of the only ones left in the underground lot. Opening the passenger side door I guided her into the seat.
Once in the driver’s seat I looked at her. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, hanging halfway open. Her breathing was deep and slow.
“Now that you’re in your car you can relax and sleep,” I said snapping my fingers on sleep. Her eyes shut and her head fell forwards as she slumped back agains the leather seat. I did up her safety belt and then slid a CD into the player on her dash, a hypnotic deepening file that I gave to my submissives to teach them obedience.
I drove in circles around town for awhile as the CD played through twice. Then we went to my apartment. Keeping her in a deep trance I lead her up stairs and into my bedroom.
I had her dance for me, stripping down to her bra and panties. Then we fucked. It was cathartic. Wonderful. Then we talked, or I talked and she sank, listening as I spoke.
She left in the early morning, forgetting everything. I arrived at work a bit late, and the Vice President of Sales Keith was in her office when I got there.
He called me in.
“Richard, I’ve been talking to Amanda here. Seems we made a mistake promoting her,” he said clearly annoyed.
She giggled and waved at me. This caused Keith to roll his eyes.
“Oh,” I said, acting surprised.
“Today on the call with Texas she asked if Texas cocks were really as small as they appear in porn,” he said.
“Oh, that sounds really inappropriate,” I said.
Amanda giggled, “Well they never answered so I think they might be.”
Keith looked like his head might explode. He gritted his teeth, “So Richard we decided to promote you to her role. You’ve always been a good employee and I’m sure we’ll have none of this…”
He gestured to Amanda who waved.
I nod seriously, “Of course Keith. But could I suggest, it might look bad to promote her and then suddenly fire her. Maybe she could take a demotion. Perhaps to my personal assistant. That way she’d still have a job, and be less likely to do anything crazy like sue us.”
Keith looked like he hated the idea, but he nodded seeing logic in it, “Fine if she wants the job she’ll have it. Half the pay though. Just fix this, I need us apologizing to the the Texans ASAP.”
I nod, “I’ll take care of it. And her.”
Amanda giggled.