Disclaimer: The following story contains consensual and non-consensual hypnosis and sexual activity. If you are underage, or if these themes make you uncomfortable, consider yourself warned. The characters and situations depicted below are fictional, and they should remain that way. The author does not condone any non-consensual sexual activity.
“Another rejection? Fuck!”
Ramona groaned and threw herself onto the couch. It had been months since she’d been laid off, and she was no closer to finding a new job now than when she started. She had enough in her savings for maybe another month, but that was assuming she could survive cutting back her already meager food budget even further.
She was starting to grow concerned that she might have to move back in with her parents. And that was almost a scarier prospect than going back to eating ramen for every meal. She’d had to cancel her gym membership a while back, and though she tried to stay active on her own time, the scale had definitely started to tip a bit. She wasn’t fat by any stretch of the imagination, but her curves were filling out a bit more than she was used to. On the plus side, less time working out meant less time wearing a sports bra that constricted her chest. Ramona never considered herself a beauty queen, but she was gifted with a surprisingly large pair of breasts for someone of her stature. Sometimes she couldn’t tell if it was a blessing or a curse.
It’s just not fair! Ramona thought to herself. Fucking corporate had to listen to that asshole’s stupid report. He was just mad I wouldn’t go out with him, and next thing I know I’m first on the chopping block when it comes time to “downsize.”
She grabbed her laptop, put on her reading glasses, and started the job search anew. Alright, focus, Ramona. Now’s no time to wallow around and feel sorry for yourself.
Most of the openings were the same ones she’d applied for weeks ago. They were still open, but they turned her down for one reason or another. A part of her blamed herself. She knew a creative writing major wouldn’t give her many opportunities in the job market, but she told herself she’d find something anyway.
There was a new one this week, though. When she saw it, she almost burst out laughing.
Savanna’s Delights Erotic Videos
“Fucking really? A porno studio is asking for an office temp?” Ramona shook her head. Still… I do meet all the qualifications. And it says they’re urgently hiring; maybe I’d have a shot?
Ramona frowned. But I don’t wanna work in porn! It’s all a bunch of freaks and perverts. But… if it’s just an office job, it can’t be that bad. It’s not like you’d be fucking people on camera or anything. “Yeah, like that would ever happen!”
She held her thumb over the “apply” button. She hesitated; was she really gonna do this?
“Fuck it,” she muttered. She tapped “apply.”
She set her laptop aside and leaned back. “I guess I just signed up to work for a porno company,” she chuckled. “Ah, well. A gig’s a gig, I guess. Not like they’ll hire me anyway.”
“I can’t fucking believe they actually hired me.”
Ramona stood outside the unassuming warehouse. There wasn’t a sign on the building, but it was the address she was provided when she got the job at Savanna’s Delights. It was way out on the outskirts of town, and surprisingly large for a porn studio. Guess this industry pays a bit better than I expected. She walked up to the front door and punched in the security code. The door unlocked with a click, and she went inside.
The interior was just as unassuming as the exterior. The walls were a basic beige, and the floor was a cheap wood laminate. There was a simple desk off to the far wall, with a door next to it, and a few chairs off to the right. It looked more like a dentist’s office than a place where they shot porn.
The only thing that gave the place’s true purpose away was the woman standing in the center of the room. She turned around when the door opened, and Ramona immediately knew that this was the titular Savanna. She wore a black coat and matching black tights, and heels that must’ve been at least 8 inches. Even without them, though, she’d easily tower over Ramona. Her heavy eyeshadow made her eyes pop off her dark skin, and her black lipstick made her warm smile even more blindingly brilliant. She was dressed professionally, and wasn’t exactly showing much skin, but there was something about her appearance that exuded sexual appeal. Perhaps fittingly, at least to Ramona, she looked like a porno version of a businesswoman.
Savanna walked up to Ramona and extended her hand. “Welcome! You must be the new assistant. I’m Savanna. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Ramona shook her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Ramona.”
“That’s a lovely name. I’m sure you’ll do quite well here.” Savanna looked Ramona up and down, as if drinking her in. “Yes… very well indeed.”
Ramona blushed. “L-Look, ma’am, I gotta be honest here. I only took this job because no one else would take me. I don’t have a problem with porn or whatever, but I’m not gonna go on camera. That’s not me.”
“Oh, of course!” Savanna smiled and touched Ramona’s shoulder reassuringly. “I wouldn’t want you to feel pressured into doing something you don’t want to do. You’re perfectly safe here, I promise.” She squeezed Ramona’s shoulder on the word “safe” as if to emphasize the point.
“Thanks.” Ramona cleared her throat. “So, uh, what do you need me to do, ma’am?”
“‘Savanna’ is fine, Ramona.” She motioned towards the desk. “Basically, you’ll need to screen calls and mark down when people arrive. There will be cast and crew coming in pretty much all day, and I’m going to be on set most of the time, so you’ll be reporting to Jess most of the time.”
Savanna whistled, and the door behind the desk opened. A tall, muscular woman stood in the doorway, wearing an old, paint-flecked t-shirt, well-worn jeans, and heavy-looking boots. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail that fed through her baseball cap. She extended her hand to Ramona. “Hey, nice to meet’ya.” The woman spoke in a low Southern drawl. “Name’s Jess. I’m the PA ‘round here.”
“Hi! I’m Ramona.” Ramona shook Jess’ hand. The other woman’s grip was like a vice.
“Listen,” Jess continued, “we’re real busy back here, so I’m gunna save the chit-chat fer later. See ya around, Ramona.” Jess closed the door behind her, leaving Savanna and Ramona alone in the room again.
Ramona winced and flexed her hand to try and alleviate the pain from Jess’ handshake. “So, you act in these too?”
“Why, of course!” replied Savanna. “Are you not familiar with our work?”
“Well…” Ramona scratched her chin. “Not really, no. I don’t really watch that much porn, if I’m being honest.”
Savanna chuckled. “Then you’re probably not aware that we don’t exactly do ‘vanilla’ shoots here.”
“Are you familiar with erotic hypnosis?”
Ramona stared in confusion for a few moments. “…you’re joking, right?”
“Nope. That’s what we specialize in here. Beautiful women hypnotizing other beautiful women and having their way with them.”
“But, it’s all fake, right? I mean, hypnosis is totally bunk anyway.”
Savanna burst out laughing.
Ramona scowled. “Hey! What’s so funny?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Savanna’s laugh subsided. “It’s just a kinda silly question. But, you’re new to all of this, so there’s no shame in not knowing.”
Ramona blushed and looked down at the floor. Great job, genius. Not even five minutes in and you’ve already embarrassed yourself in front of your boss.
“Ramona.” Savanna put a finger under Ramona’s chin and tilted it up. “Look at me. You shouldn’t feel ashamed of anything that goes on here. We all support each other here, understand? We’re family.”
“Good. Now, why don’t you get behind that desk and get to work?”
“Yes, Savanna!” Ramona quickly sat down at the desk and settled in for a long day of work.
Ramona’s first day at work was proving about as mundane as one could expect. After nearly three hours at the desk, only about a dozen people had come in. They all looked remarkably normal; sweatshirts and jeans were so ubiquitous that it almost seemed like a uniform that everyone had to wear. Apparently, everyone who had come in so far were crew members – camera operators, lighting technicians, and so on. Ramona leaned back in her chair and sighed. I guess it makes sense that everyone would be, like, regular people. But I was kinda hoping for some weirdos. And where the hell are the porn stars? They’ve gotta be shooting soon, right?
The door opened, disrupting Ramona’s train of thought. “Hi,” she said, “welcome to-”
Ramona’s jaw dropped. Oh. That’s the star.
The woman approaching the desk would probably get arrested for public indecency if she was in a more traffic-heavy part of town. She wore a sheer pink gown, a sequined pair of pink hotpants, and massive pink platform heels. That same shade of pink was applied to her lipstick and eyeshadow, too. Even the nipple pasties she had instead of a shirt were pink. The only things about her that weren’t that color were her bleach-blonde hair and her black fishnet stockings.
“Um,” the woman said, “like, hi!” Her voice was almost impossibly high-pitched; she sounded like a walking cartoon character.
Ramona closed her mouth. “H-Hello. I take it you’re here for the shoot?”
“Mhm! I’m Candie! Nice to meet’cha!”
Of course her name is Candie… Ramona flicked through the list of names. Sure enough, there was a listing for her. It’s spelled with “ie?” Fucking Christ. “I’ll buzz you in.”
Ramona pressed a button on the phone on her desk. After a moment, the speaker sparked to life.
“Yeah?” asked Jess.
“Hey, it’s Ramona. Candie’s here.”
“Rad. Tell’er to wait there for a while, we’re not quite ready for her yet. I’ll come pick’er up later.”
The speaker switched off. Candie giggled. “I guess I’ll just, like, take a seat!”
Ramona rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I guess you will.”
Candie tottered off to one of the chairs and sat down, her legs spread wide. She pulled out a phone – which, naturally, was just as pink as the rest of her – and started idly tapping away at who know what.
Ramona pulled out her own phone. She didn’t have a computer at her desk, and with the slow trickle of people filtering in over the course of the morning, she needed all the distraction she could get.
After a few minutes, though, she heard a strange noise. She couldn’t quite place it at first. She tried to ignore it, but it kept happening. Finally she looked away from her phone to try and see where it was coming from.
She spotted the source almost instantly. Candie was still on her phone, but now she had something in her mouth. Ramona almost snorted when she recognized it. It was a bejeweled pacifier, like you’d give to a baby. And she was sucking on it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Wow, this place really is full of weirdos!
Candie looked over at Ramona and saw her smirking. She pulled out the pacifier. “What’s up?”
Ramona quickly looked away. “Uh, n-nothing!”
The blonde woman giggled. “Oh, yeah, you’re the new girl, right? You’re probably, like, freaked out by all this.” She motioned to her outfit.
“The outfit I kinda expected, but… what’s with the…”
“Hm?” Candie tilted her head to the side. Ramona couldn’t tell whether she was playing dumb, or actually that stupid.
“The pacifier. I thought those were for babies.”
“Oh, yeah!” Candie giggled. “So, like, this is actually candy!” She got up out of her chair and tottered over to the desk, holding the pacifier at arm’s length so Ramona could get a closer look. The teat was a translucent pink, and covered with Candie’s saliva. “Wanna try it?”
“That’s disgusting!” Ramona snapped. “That thing’s been in your mouth, and God knows where else?”
Candie pouted. “You don’t hafta be mean about it!” She stamped her foot, looking more like a child throwing a tantrum than a grown woman. Makes sense; after all, she’s apparently still teething.
“Please, just calm down,” Ramona said. “I turned down some candy, I didn’t kill your dog or anything.”
“Well, you’re being rude!”
Ramona rolled her eyes. “Whatever. At least I’m dressed like a normal person.”
“What’s wrong with my outfit?”
“It’s ridiculous! I wouldn’t be caught dead showing that much skin. And you know there’s colors other than pink, right?”
“But pink’s such a cute color! It’s so girly, and cute, and… and pink!” Candi giggled.
“You’re impossible,” sighed Ramona.
Candie sat up on Ramona’s desk and giggled. “C’mon, Rammy! You can be honest with me! Everyone likes pink!”
Ramona tried to look away; the blonde woman’s body was only inches away from her face. “Get off the desk! And don’t call me ‘Rammy.’”
“Aw, what’s the matter?” Candie leaned in close and whispered in Ramona’s ear. “Afraid I’ll bite’cha? I usually go for candy, but you look pretty sweet to me.”
Ramona blushed. She found herself growing aroused despite herself. Candie wasn’t really her type, but there was something magnetic about just how aggressive she was being. “I, uh…”
Candie giggled. “I’m just messing with you! Lighten up, Rammy!”
“…don’t call me that,” Ramona muttered. Her cheeks were bright crimson.
“But, like, you are pretty cute,” Candie said. “You’ve got really nice titties.”
“You’re welcome!” Candie kept giggling the whole time. Ramona let out a nervous giggle of her own. She couldn’t help it; the situation was just too absurd.
“Hey, Rammy?” asked Candie. “Are you, like, a lezzie?”
Ramona gulped. Wow, she just has no filter, does she? “I’m… flexible? I’m mostly into guys, but there’s some girls I think are pretty attractive.”
“What about me?” Candie’s voice was lower now, more seductive. “Does a flexible girl like you have the hots for a bimbo like me?”
“A- A what?”
“A bimbo, silly! A pretty, slutty, horny girl with nothing in her head but pink. Does that sound like someone you’d like?”
Ramona opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a muffled cry. Candie shoved the pacifier in Ramona’s mouth in one swift motion, catching the other woman off-guard. “Mmph!”
“Shh.” Candie patted Ramona on the head. “There, there. Just relax for me, Rammy.”
Ramona tried to spit out the pacifier, or lift her hand up to pull it out. But, for some reason, she found herself sinking into the chair. She knew she should fight back, but the reason why seemed strangely absent. The instinct to fight or fly existed in a nebulous, abstract sense, disconnected from everything that was happening. So she simply let it fade into the background for now. She’d worry about it later.
“Good,” Candie giggled. “No arguing now. Just leaning back and listening. It tastes really good, doesn’t it?”
Ramona nodded. The pacifier did taste really good. It tasted of bubblegum and strawberries and a billion other flavors, all with the sugar turned up to eleven. It left a metallic, artificial aftertaste, but she couldn’t stop sucking on it. It was just too delicious.
“That’s a good girl,” purred Candie. “You like being a good girl, don’t you?”
“Mmm…” Ramona tried to ask what Candie meant, but that would mean taking out the pacifier, and she didn’t feel like doing that right now.
Candie just giggled and puckered her lips. Wait, is she gonna-
Ramona’s thoughts were halted as Candie planted a kiss on her cheek. It didn’t feel like a regular kiss; there was something electric about it that made Ramona’s mind fizzle with tiny sparks of pleasure. She let out a low moan that transitioned to a muffled giggle.
“Oh, yeah,” Candie purred, “you’re getting all pink up there, aren’t you?”
Ramona didn’t really know what Candie was talking about, but she nodded anyway.
The bimbo girl giggled and kissed Ramona on the forehead. Ramona’s eyes rolled back into her head as she let out another moan. The sickeningly sweet flavor of the pacifier seemed to fill her whole being now, and she could feel her panties becoming soaked.
They got even wetter when Candie reached her hand under the waistband of Ramona’s jeans. Ramona mewled, and Candie pulled the pacifier out of the poor girl’s mouth. “Hm?” she said. “What’s that, Rammy?”
Ramona blinked slowly. She knew she knew words, but they all seemed to escape her at the moment. Her mind fizzled and popped, sparking itself into melted bliss. “Mmuuuhhhh…”
Candie snickered. “What did you say? Was it ‘Please finger-fuck my slutty pussy, Candie?’”
“Why, of course, Rammy! Anything for my girl!”
And then Candie’s fingers entered her, and Ramona gasped. Candie shoved the pacifier back in Ramona’s mouth and she sucked on it instinctually. Her mind was all instinct right now; she grinded her hips pathetically against Candie’s hand, whimpering and moaning without caring who else might hear. She forgot all her pretense about being “professional” and “no-nonsense” and fully gave in to the pleasure of the moment.
Candie spoke to Ramona, but the mindless girl didn’t really process any of it. “You’re such a good, pink girl,” Candie said. “You love pink, Rammy. It’s your favoritest color ever! You want to wear it all the time. And even more than pink, you love letting all the pretty girls at your job play with you. You’ll never feel worried or scared when you’re at work. You’ll only feel happy and safe here.” The bimbo’s words passed into her mind unquestioned, burning new thoughts into Ramona’s empty head.
Suddenly, though, Candie’s hand was pulled away from between Ramona’s legs.
Jess yanked Candie off Ramona’s desk and tossed her on the floor. Her strong arms lifted the much slimmer bimbo with ease.
“Ow!” cried Candie. “What the heck, Jessie? We were having a great time!”
“You don’t got any patience, Candie. Boss wants us to go slow with’er. Too fast and she’ll freak.”
“All I did was make her wanna wear pink and feel happy here! What’s wrong with that?”
“Nuthin’. But that’s all you’re gunna do today. Got it?”
Candie pouted and rolled her eyes. “Ugh. Fiiiiiiine. But once she’s done, I wanna play with her first!”
Jess chuckled. “We’ll see what the boss has’ta say about that. C’mon, we’re waiting on ya in on set.”
“Yay!” Candie giggled and tottered off to the set.
Jess looked over at Ramona. The poor girl was still suckling mindlessly on the pacifier and writhing in her office chair. Jess chuckled and pulled the pacifier out of her mouth. “Listen here, Ramona. You don’t remember anything weird happenin’ today. There’s a very logical, rational explanation fer why your panties are soaked and you’ve got kissy marks all over yer face.”
Ramona didn’t respond. She just sat there vacantly, a blank expression on her face and drool spilling out onto her chest.
Jess sighed. “Alright, when I count to five and snap my fingers, yer gunna wake up for me. One, two, five!” Snap!
In an instant, Ramona shook back to life. She blinked wildly and looked around the room. “W-Wha?”
“Hey, l’il lady.” Jess smiled warmly. “Musta dozed off on us. Can’t say I blame ya, though, it’s a pretty slow day.”
Ramona looked up at Jess. “Oh. S-Sorry!”
“It’s no problem. Tell ya what, Ramona, why don’t you take the rest’a the day off? Everyone we’re expectin’ is here already anyway. Consider it my treat.”
Ramona blushed. It felt weird to take only a half day on her first day on the job, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted an escape from some of the boredom. “Thanks, Jess.”
“Just make sure yer here bright ‘n early tomorrow, ‘kay?”
“How can I help… you… today…”
The clerk stared at Ramona when she entered the clothing store. Ramona didn’t seem aware of just how disheveled she looked. She simply smiled at the clerk and said, “Hi! Can you help me find something pink?”
The clerk gulped. “Uh… what do you mean?”
Ramona squinted. The clerk was about her height and almost the definition of mousey. Her black hair was cut into an unflattering bob, and her uniform was probably at least a size too big, making her look even more skinny than she probably was. Ramona looked at the clerk’s name badge. “Megan? That’s your name?”
“Y-Yeah,” stammered Megan. “I just, uh… what do you want me to do?”
Ramona groaned. “God, I just explained it! I need you. To help me. Find. Something. Pink.”
“Yes, but… do you mean a top? A skirt? Socks?”
“I dunno!” Ramona shrugged. “I just want something pink, ‘cause I somehow don’t have any pink clothes back at home.”
“Hm… well, I could help you find a whole outfit, if you want. It’s kinda slow today, and I don’t really have anything better to do.”
“Great! Thanks, Megan.”
“But, I gotta ask…”
Megan shuffled her feet. “Um… what’s with the, uh…” She motioned her hand towards the lipstick on Ramona’s face and the dark stain on the front of her jeans.”
“Oh, yeah.” Ramona giggled. “Got that at work!”
The store clerk tilted her head to the side. “At… work?”
“But… someone made out with you at work?”
Ramona rolled her eyes. “Just because I’ve got kiss marks all over my face doesn’t mean someone made out with me! There’s a perfectly logical explanation.”
Ramona paused. “…well, I don’t know what it is! But I’m sure there’s an explanation for it!”
Megan sighed. “They really don’t pay me enough for this job…” she muttered. “Alright, whatever. Let’s just get your outfit sorted.”
Ramona gasped when she saw herself in the changing room mirror. “Oh my gosh… I look so pretty!”
Megan didn’t look like a fashionista on the outside, but she clearly knew how to pull an outfit together. Ramona wore a tight cotton lace-up top and striped trousers, both of which were pink. She realized too late that she didn’t have enough cash on hand to pay for matching shoes, but the stuff Megan picked managed to fit perfectly with her existing pair anyway.
She stepped out of the changing room and posed for Megan. “How do I look?”
The store clerk glanced up from her phone and shrugged. “Cute, I guess.”
“I dunno, I’m not good with fashion.”
“Megan, what on earth are you talking about? You’re amazing! I never could’ve picked out an outfit this cute on my own?”
Megan blushed. “You really think so?”
“I know so. You could make a career out of this, y’know.”
“Thanks… uh, what did you say your name was?”
“I’m Ramona. It was really nice meeting you, Megan!”
Megan smiled. “You too.”
Candie stared down at the floor. “I’m really sorry, Mistress. I swear it won’t happen again!”
Savanna chuckled. “Oh, I’m quite sure it won’t. Luckily, the other girls have a little more restraint than you do.”
The bimbo woman squirmed. That was about as far as she could move right now. She knew the ropes she felt against her skin weren’t “really” there, but they still felt pretty real to her. “Wha-What’re you gonna do to me, Mistress?”
“Well, I won’t punish you, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m just going to clamp down on some of your base instincts. And, while I’m at it…” She spread her legs wide, revealing her cunt to her helpless captive. “You’re gonna get me off.”
Candie grinned. “Oh, no! Anything but that!”
Savanna smiled back. “Candie, it’s time for you to be a Pretty Pink Princess.”
Candie’s mind sank into the abyss. And, slowly, she began to lick.
Author’s note: I would like to thank Madeleine Wechsler for commissioning this story.
I’d also like to take a moment to mention Carefully Random’s Discord server and the Mind Control Literature Discord server, which are both wonderful communities of erotica writers and readers. I’ve also opened up my own Discord server, which you can join here.