by M Boratus
“Yeah, but I know you’ve had other men that weren’t like dad.”
Jessica glanced at the doctor and then back at Amanda. “Maybe that’s a discussion for after Dr. Maddow leaves.”
“Oh sorry,” Amanda said. “I guess you don’t want to discuss your sex life right now.”
“I think it would be inappropriate for you to bring up any sexual exploits you think your mom doesn’t want to talk about, Amanda,” the doctor said. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re right, doctor,” Amanda replied. “Sorry, mom. Didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
Maddow hoped he’d just stopped Amanda talking about her mom’s imaginary sexual encounters.
“I should get going,” he said.
He got up to leave and both women gave him long, loving hugs. By next week he expected to be fucking them together.
Once he left, Amanda grabbed her books and headed out for her afternoon classes. Jessica returned to her bedroom where Shaun waited for her.
“Hello, Sir,” she greeted. Seeing the look on his face, she asked, “Is something wrong, Sir?”
Shaun’s whole body was tense. “I can’t let this go on any longer,” he said.
Panic shot through Jessica. “What, Sir? Us? Please, just tell me what I’ve done wrong and I’ll undo it.”
“Anthropological chickens,” he said, causing Jessica to fall into her trance. “When I snap my fingers, you will wake and remember everything the doctor has told you to forget.” He snapped his fingers.
Jessica’s eyes snapped open. Waves of emotions rushed through her face as the memories hit and she struggled to make sense of it all. Finally, she shook in anger. “That bastard! I’ll kill him! He wants to marry me and use me as his personal whore for his business deals? He wants to take control of my finances? He’s turning my daughter into a slut! He’s probably even fucking the friends I’ve sent him!” She stopped, looking at Shaun. “Sir, you knew, didn’t you?”
Shaun nodded.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked.
“I wanted him to put the hypnotic triggers in Amanda so we could make her not care that we were fucking,” he answered.
“So you’re just as bad as him,” she said. “Taking advantage of my daughter.”
“For our sakes,” he said. “Not to use as a whore.”
She pressed her fingers to her temples and shook her head, still trying to put it all together. “But his plan is messed up. Why did he bring you into this?”
“He didn’t,” said Shaun.
“What?”
Shaun took a breath before answering. “The second email you’ve been using for the doctor, that’s me.”
“You?” she exclaimed. She was quiet as her mind reviewed things. “You figured out his trigger words on me and used them to make me fall for you. You tricked me into being your slut!”
“I did,” he said solemnly.
“I didn’t even like you before!” she yelled.
“You didn’t.”
She was about to kick him out when she realized he wasn’t denying anything she was saying. “Why did you make me remember all this?” she asked. “You must’ve known my reaction.”
“Because I want you to be my slut of your own free will,” he said.
She placed her fists on her hips. “Why the fuck would you think I’d ever do that?”
“Because you’ve told me what you wanted, what you’ve truly craved and I’ve given you that. The doctor wants to remake you how he likes. I want you to be who you truly are.”
She just stared at him. He winced from the pressure of her gaze. “Yes, in the beginning I did it just to fuck you. I mean, you’re a wet dream. But then I went and fell in love with you.”
“You what?” she asked.
“You heard me,” he said. “I love you. I didn’t mean to, but I do. You’re fucking amazing. You’re smart and sexy. You’re loving and insatiable. You’re playful, adventurous. I know you went to the doctor with the hope that he’d make you a helpless slave and he’s trying to do just that, but I don’t think it’s what you really want.
“Wait,” she said, astonished. “I what?”
Shaun scrunched his eyebrows, confused for a moment. Then he remembered he’d told her to remember what the doctor made her forget, not him. She was unaware of her subconscious desires.
“You told me in trance you subconsciously wanted to become a sex slave,” he said. “It’s one of the reasons you chose hypnotherapy.”
She lowered herself onto her bed as her legs went weak. “I wanted this?” She tried to deny it, but deep down felt the truth of it. She loved BDSM stories. She remembered she’d even “coincidentally” read some hypnosis ones before seeing the doctor. She’d cum powerfully reading those.
“I… no,” she whispered.
“If you really want what he’s selling,” Shaun continued, “I’ll put all his triggers back in place and remove mine and you can have him, or him you, however you want to look at it. But he isn’t concerned with what you want.”
“But you are?” she challenged. Anger began to well up in her again as she looked at him.
“Yes, I want to own you, but I know I’m the type of guy you want to be owned by.”
“What about my daughter?” she asked, “Are you gonna keep fucking her if you have your way?”
“Honestly,” he said. “Probably, but she honestly wants to be like you including fucking the men you fuck.”
“That’s your justification?” she exclaimed.
“No,” he replied. He kneeled in front of her so he could look into her eyes. She leaned back defensively. “My justification is because I can and because I won’t do to her what I think the doctor is planning. I actually want her to stop trying to be like you and start being her own person and I can use the triggers to do that. But at the same time, I’m gonna make it so that she doesn’t mind me being here fucking you every chance I can.”
“And Abby!” Jessica gasped. “You’re after her too?”
“Actually, you are,” he corrected. “I’m just along for the ride. Just remember, the good doctor is trying to do the same thing to her.”
“I should report you both to the police,” she said.
“You have every right,” he said. “But that depends on what you want. Give it until Saturday. If by then you want to send us to jail, go right ahead. But, if you realize I can offer you happiness and the satisfaction that’s been missing in your life for years then let me know, and on Saturday I’ll be here to perform a Master-slave binding ritual.”
She shook her head in disbelief. “You honestly think I’d do that? I hate you!”
The venom in her remark felt like a slap in the face. “I know,” he said. “Right now. Just keep in mind I could wipe your memory, reset things and make you mine again, but I won’t. And if you submit, I still won’t remove the triggers I’ve placed in you.”
“You won’t?”
“No, because I know you love them. Think about your adventures in your office this week. I didn’t order you to enjoy that. But you love feeling out of control of your body, at the whim of your master. Don’t even try to deny it.”
She opened her mouth, but then closed it again.
“And I never ordered you to fuck your friend. That’s something you’ve been curious about since before I came along, isn’t it?”
She gave the slightest nod.
“I’m offering you freedom to be you. The control you crave with much more of a moral compass than where you were headed. I’m offering this, this way, because I love you and I have a feeling that, despite the mental manipulations, you love me too.”
“Ha!” she said defiantly.
“So, I’m giving you this week to figure it out,” Shaun continued.
“What if I want to call the cops right now?”
He shook his head. “You won’t call the cops until you’ve made up your mind about me, Jessica slut. You won’t do anything agains
t me or the doctor until you and I are settled, Jessica slut.”
“What about Amanda and Abby?” she asked.
“If you want us to continue, Amanda needs to be reprogrammed, as harsh as that sounds. As for Abby, you can tell her what’s going on, but you’ll also have to tell her you used hypnosis to get her to fuck you.”
“You’ve planned this all out nicely,” Jessica growled.
Shaun threw his hands up. “I didn’t plan anything!” Shaun exclaimed. “I’ve been making this up as I go. I just snapped when he made you fuck those assholes downstairs. I don’t want that happening again.”
Jessica shuddered. “Oh god. I’m gonna need a dozen showers to get the ick off.”
“You have my number,” said Shaun. You can call me whenever you decide. Day or night. Until then I’ll stay away. I’m going to leave now.”
“I think that’s best,” she replied coldly.
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After several showers throughout Monday, Jessica settled back into her normal routine. To her surprise the routine that she had enjoyed for years, now felt hollow. On Tuesday, she snapped at several employees during a staff meeting. She told herself it was just the programming and that the feelings would fade, but the need for control only got stronger each day. When she got home Wednesday, she texted him
Jessica: Did you implant a need for my desires to increase?
Shaun: No, I swear!
She pushed the phone away. Even texting him felt off. She wanted to be free of him, yet she wanted him to text her back with an order. If she continued chatting, she knew she’d end up prompting him for one.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” she asked. “This has to be the hypnosis. I can’t be this in need of control!”
But as she said the words she remembered reading the BDSM stories, buying a collar for her husband to put on her for sex play, the shudders of pleasure she felt when Shaun gave her an order. ‘Maybe I had gone to Dr. Maddow hoping he’d control me sexually,’ she thought. ‘But becoming a whore was not a fantasy of mine. Or giving up my businesses.’ She gave a sad chuckle. ‘But what kind of slave owns businesses?’
She glanced at the phone. The thought of calling Shaun played in her mind. She shook her head and pushed it away.
‘What if it isn’t the hypnosis?’ she thought. ‘What if it’s like an addiction? I’ve been on it, now I’m in withdrawal.’
She masturbated to try to relieve the urges, but she found herself picturing Shaun controlling her. She stopped playing immediately, leaving herself only more frustrated. That’s when Abby called.
“Hey girl,” Abby greeted. “This may be a little forward but are you up to coming over tonight?”
Jessica considered it, but she assumed she’d have to take the lead with Abby again. She needed someone else in charge.
“You’re a little bold tonight,” she said.
“Had a session with Dr. Maddow today,” Abby said. “Feeling bold.”
Jessica’s stomach churned. A session with Dr. Maddow most likely meant that he had fucked her friend today. Jessica wanted to tell Abby what the doctor was really like, but until she sorted things out with Shaun she had to keep things quiet.
The idea of going to see Dr. Maddow popped into her head. He was expecting her and he’d definitely take control. She didn’t know if his triggers would still work, but she could obey him anyway, act out any parts he told her to play. ‘Would that satisfy me?’ she thought.
“Well, as appealing as that sounds, I’m really busy this week,” she said. “Can we hook up next week?”
“I guess,” Abby replied. “I’ve just got this assertive feeling and I want to test it out.”
“Really? Enough to throw me on the bed and have your way with me?” Jessica asked, hopeful.
“Oh god, no,” Abby replied. “But I’d do a strip tease if you asked.”
Jessica’s hopes dropped.
“I may hold you to that next week,” she said, trying to sound playful. “But I’ve really got a lot to take care of.”
“Okay, babe,” Abby replied. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Bye, beautiful.”
By Thursday, she wanted to crawl out of her skin. She started getting antagonistic with upper management in hopes that someone would tell her to fuck off, just so it felt somewhat like an order. No one would. She’d built her reputation too well, so they feared her. Men who made other men and women tremble, humbled themselves before her.
Coming back into her office after a heated argument she cursed, “Isn’t there any man willing to stand up to me?”
Shaun’s name popped into her head immediately. She flung the objects on her desk to the floor. Plopping herself down in her chair, she kicked the drawers, causing the bottom one to bounce open. The big black dildo caught her attention.
She grabbed it with both hands and yelled at it, “This is your fucking fault! Look what you’ve done to me! I was happy before. I didn’t need this shit. Now, you expect me to just submit to you? A kid half my age? My daughter’s ex? What does that make me?” She held the dildo in front of her with one hand. “You know what I think of you?”
She began slamming the dildo on the desk. “I wish this was your fucking cock, you asshole!” She slammed it again and again.
Sachiko opened the door to see what was going on. Jessica froze, holding the dildo above her head in preparation for another swing. Sachiko rolled her eyes, turned around and left, shutting the door. Jessica collapsed in the chair and cried.
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That same week Shaun found it hard to focus on his studies, always wondering when Jessica would call. Whenever his phone rang, the hope of seeing her name would surge only to plummet quickly when it was someone else.
On Wednesday, he received a text from her.
Jessica: Did you implant a need for my desires to increase?
Shaun: No, I swear!
He stared at the phone for almost ten minutes before admitting she wasn’t going to reply.
When a text came in a half hour later the snatched up the phone again.
Abby: Got a moment?
Shaun: A moment. Busy studying.
It was a lie.
Abby: Just wondering if you had time this week for a drink, maybe even tonight.
Shaun: Not this week. Sorry. Next week is better.
Abby: Jessica said the same thing. You guys blowing me off to fuck each other?
Shaun: I wish.
He didn’t want to let her know about what was going on, so he kept it playful.
Shaun: God knows I could use some sex this week but things are busy. Next week? Promise.
Abby: I’ll hold you to that.
Shaun: Next week you can hold whatever you like. ;-)
Abby: Tease. :-p
On Thursday evening Brian paid him a visit.
“What the fuck is going on with your ex?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” Shaun asked back.
“Do you know she’s been fucking Henry Townsend and there’s a rumour that she fucked Professor Myers last night?” Brian asked.
“Wait. What?”
“Yep,” said Brian. “And not just fucking them. Henry said she threw herself at him and asked him to use her like a slut. She said she’ll fuck whoever he tells her too. He thought he’d had his own personal whore until the Professor Myers rumour started.”
Shaun thought about the guys in question. Both looked similar to Dr. Maddow, the professor more so because of his age. If she threw herself at the professor, she was lucky not to get expelled. Her cravings were continuing to build. By Monday she would be the doctor’s slut. He thought about sending an email to change the programming but anything he wanted her to do would be in direct contradiction to what the doctor had specifically told her. Up until now, he’d been able to guide both Jessica and Amanda on a course toward him, but Amanda was on a direct course away from him toward Dr. Maddow. Any suggestions he made that contradicted that could ei
ther mess her up or destroy his influence through email.
“Fuck,” Shaun swore.
“Yeah,” said Brian. “I don’t think you’re getting her back, but after this, would you want to? Besides, what about that hot cougar you’ve been fucking.”
“That may be over,” Shaun replied.
“Fuck! Really? This isn’t your week.”
“Tell me about it,” said Shaun. “I’m trying to bury myself in my work. Two tests this week and I think I failed the first.”
“Okay. I’ll let you study then. If you need to get smashed tomorrow, I’m here for you, buddy.”
“Thanks. I may take you up on that.”
The two tests got his lowest marks to date. He was relieved, and honestly a bit shocked, that he still passed them. He’d never been in love before. If he had any doubt of his feelings, the pit in his stomach told him it was real.
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On Friday morning, Sachiko walked into Jessica’s office just after she settled in.
“Before we start another day of Jessica: Office Bitch, we need to talk,” she said.
“What?” asked Jessica, stunned that her assistant was talking to her like that.
“Did you break up with Shaun?” she asked.
“Excuse me?” Jessica said.
“You’ve been volatile all week and he hasn’t been by,” she said. “I know it’s not my business, but I’ve never seen you as happy as when you started up with him.”
She had been building for a fight, but the truth of the statement deflated her. “He wasn’t what he seemed,” She told Sachiko.
“Honey, none of them are,” said Sachiko. “You’ve got to pull the ‘real them’ out a piece at a time and decide if you want to keep them with each new reveal. But guess what? They have to do the same with us.”
“He lied to me.”
“A man that lied?” Sachiko said, feigning surprise. “That’s unheard of! And you caught him?”
“No, he told me.”
“So, he was honest in the end?”
“I suppose.”
“Why’d he come clean?” asked Sachiko.
“He said because he realized he loved me and wanted me to love him without being manipulated.”