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.

“Are you ready, rammy?”

rammy looked up at Her. She sat high above rammy, Her black heels dangling only inches away from rammy’s face. Her face was shrouded in shadow, but rammy could still feel Her eyes smiling down on her.

rammy felt a sense of intense adoration. she wanted nothing more than to be here, in this moment, worshiping Her. she smiled. her mind was already sinking into that wonderful fog she knew so well, the one that made her warm and happy and horny and obedient. The one that made her Her slave.

She glared at rammy. “I’ll ask again. Are you ready, rammy?”

rammy blinked. Right. She asked her a question. What was it? rammy’s mind moved so slowly now; even the most simple of thoughts took ages to form. she’d long since realized that it wasn’t worth the effort to try. she reacted on instinct instead. “Yes, Mistress. rammy is ready.”

She smiled. “Good girl.”

She reached down and-

The alarm jolted Ramona out of bed. She panted, somehow out of breath even though she’d spent the last eight hours asleep. She smacked the alarm’s “off” button and sighed. Dammit, I was having such a nice dream. I was about to…

She blinked. To… huh. What was that dream about? “Ugh,” she groaned, “I can never fucking remember my dreams…”

Ramona noticed her hand was tucked under the waistband of her shorts. She pulled it out and felt the warm, slick fluid covering her fingers. Guess it was that type of dream. Been a while since I had one of those. Shame I can’t remember it.

She yawned and stretched. “Alright,” she muttered, “gotta get back to the grind.”

Ramona walked up to the front door and smiled. It was only her second day on the job, but she already felt like she belonged there. As she approached the building, a wave of warmth passed over her, leaving behind a feeling of happiness and security. What was I afraid of? This place is awesome! Pays really well, and the work’s really easy. And there’s so many cute girls to play with me!

She paused. Play with me? Where did that come from? I’m not some nympho who likes getting passed around like a party favor. I just… like seeing a bunch of girls in sexy outfits. Yeah, that makes sense! She punched in the security code and opened the door.

When she walked inside, she saw Jess standing next to the desk. “Hey, Ramona. Can I talk to y’all for a sec?”

“Sure, Jess. What is it?”

“Just wanted to give ya a heads-up. We got another domme coming in today, and she’s a bit indimidatin’.”

Ramona rolled her eyes. “Is that all? What, you think I can’t handle some dominatrix coming in here and acting all scary?”

“It’s not that. Y’see, she’s real strict about people bein’ professional n’ stuff. Like yer posture n’ tone of voice n’ all that. She’s got a bit of a teacher gimmick goin’ on. Y’know that thing where like teachers used’ta smack yer hand with a ruler when you misbehaved?”

“Let me guess. She smacks something else?”

Jess grinned. “See? Yer fittin’ in already. Her name’s Miss Gloria. Think you’ll know’er when ya see’er.”

“I’ll keep my eye out. Thanks, Jess.”

“No problem. Say, how’d ya like yer first day?”

Ramona shrugged. “I mean, I liked getting off work early, that’s for sure. A lot of it was kinda a blur.”

“Yeah, it can get kinda dull sometimes. ‘Least, that’s what the last girl said.”

“Did she ever say why she left?”

“She didn’t. Ya met her yesterday.”

It took a few moments for Ramona to add two and two together. When she did, though, she gasped. “Wait, Candie?”

Jess nodded. “Yup. After a while, she got bored of checkin’ names off a list and wanted to get into the business for real.”

“Wow… but was she always… y’know…”

“A bimbo?” Jess chuckled. “Well, she ain’t ever been the brightest bulb on the tree, but she didn’t used ta show that much skin, if that’s what yer askin’.”

Ramona giggled. “Well, yeah, I kinda figured. It’s just hard to imagine her as anything but a porn star.” She paused. “I-I mean, uh, she just, um-”

Jess laughed. “Aw, darlin’, it’s alright! Even I have trouble rememberin’ she’s still a newbie sometimes. Savanna does a helluva job trainin’ new girls. The way Candie works, you’d think she’d been doing it for years.”

“So she trains everyone who signs on as an actress?”

“Yeah. Rubs some of the girls the wrong way, ‘cause some of ‘em actually have been doin’ it for years. They’re all like, ‘what do I need to learn?’ ‘n all that. But Savanna doesn’t just tell ‘em the basics. She helps ‘em find their persona.”

Ramona cocked her head to the side. “Huh?”

“So, like, Candie’s got a bimbo persona goin’ on. She acts slutty ‘n dumb. But Miss Gloria has a teacher persona, so she’s all strict ‘n mean. And they act like that in all their videos.”

“I kinda thought they’d just play whatever character they needed to for the video.”

“Well, when you’ve got so many girls workin’ together, you can afford to make everyone more specialized.”

“I guess that makes sense. I just didn’t know how much thought went into making a porno. Something about it always seemed so easy on the outside.”

“Then I guess I’m doin’ my job right!” Jess chuckled. “Speakin’ of, gotta run. See y’all later, Ramona.”

Ramona waved goodbye as Jess went through the door behind the desk. With a satisfied sigh, Ramona sat down at the desk and prepared herself for a long day of work.

Today was proving just as mundane as yesterday. The same trickle of people came in, and Ramona signed their names off one by one in-between rounds of puzzle games and nigh-incessant social media checking on her phone. Even still, she didn’t find it as boring as she did yesterday. It felt more rewarding somehow, like there was a newfound sense of importance to what she was doing. It made her feel happy to be useful.

The front door opened once again, and Ramona was greeted by a familiar face. “Hi, Candie!”

Candie waved and giggled as she approached the desk. Today she almost looked like she could walk around outside. She wore a parody of a schoolgirl’s uniform, with her shirt tied off under her breasts, which showed off her ample cleavage, and a plaid skirt that definitely would’ve been too short at any school that still had uniforms. Her platinum blonde hair was tied into pigtails, complete with pink scrunchies, and she was wearing tennis shoes instead of heels. “Like, hi, Rammy! How’re you doing?”

“Pretty good. Just checking everyone in, same as yesterday.”

Candie nodded and flicked her eyes up and down Ramona’s body. “Well, I see you took my advice!”

“Hm?”

“Your clothes, silly! I told you to get some cute pink stuff. Don’t you remember?”

Ramona looked down at her shirt. It was the one she bought yesterday, a low-cut cotton lace-up top that accentuated her figure nicely. But… did she tell me to get new clothes? She tried to remember what they talked about yesterday, but their conversation came up blank. She remembered Candie walking in, and a little bit of small talk, but nothing regarding her clothes. Ramona shrugged. “Sorry. Yesterday’s a little fuzzy, if I’m being honest.”

Candie giggled. “Oh, that’s alright. I know how it is. All the days start running together, you start losing track of time, and the next thing you know the day’s over!”

“Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that, actually. Jess said you used to be the receptionist?”

“Mhm! I was pretty good at it, too! ‘Course, it’s not, like, that hard.”

“So why’d you quit? Or, like, move up to being an actress?”

“Sometimes, if it was a slow day, Miss- uh, Savanna would let me go into the studio and watch them film. It looked like a lot of fun, so eventually I worked up the courage to ask Savanna if I could become an actress.”

“Guess that makes sense,” Ramona said. “Jess thinks really highly of you, y’know. She says it’s like you’ve been doing this for years.”

Candie beamed. “Thank you! But really, it’s all thanks to Savanna’s help. She’s a great teacher! And she’s incredible in bed!”

Ramona blinked. “…I’m sorry?”

“Oh!” Candie gasped. “Shoot, I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud! Just keep that between us, okay, Rammy?”

“My lips are sealed. But, I gotta ask, are you sure it’s a good idea to be sleeping with your boss? What if someone finds out?”

“Well, I just never think about that! Because if I start thinking about it, I get unhappy, and that’s bad!”

Ramona chuckled. Well, it’s a simple worldview, but I can’t fault her reasoning. “Gotcha. Well, I’ll buzz you in.” She pressed the button and the speaker on the phone came to life.

“Ramona?” asked Jess.

“Candie’s here.”

“Alright! Candie, come back stage, we’re just about ready for you.”

“Aye aye, Jessie!” Candie giggled. She walked over to the door, but before she opened it she paused. “Wait, I have something for you.”

“Oh?” Ramona raised an eyebrow as Candie reached between her breasts and pulled out a small pink lollipop, still wrapped in plastic.

“Ta-da!” Candie smiled. “It’s for you!” She handed Ramona the lollipop and ducked behind the door.

Ramona stared at the lollipop. Well, I’m not one to turn down free candy! But, didn’t she give me something yesterday too? She vaguely remembered Candie handing her something, and an intense, indescribably sweet flavor in her mouth. Some part of her was telling her not to eat the candy, but she ignored it. Why wouldn’t I eat it? It’s not like anything bad’s gonna happen. It’s totally safe here! With a smile, she unwrapped the lollipop and put it in her mouth.

Right away, she recognized the flavor. She didn’t know where she’d tasted it before, but it was instantly familiar. It wasn’t quite as intense this time, but that didn’t bother Ramona too much. It was still absolutely wonderful. She leaned back in her chair with a satisfied sigh as she twirled the lollipop around with her tongue, feeling it coating the inside of her mouth with a sweet pink shine.

The more she sucked on the lollipop, the better she felt. Her whole body felt warm, like she was cuddled up in a soft blanket. Every time she blinked, it took more effort to open her eyes again. Eventually, she just let them stay closed. As time went on, the feeling of warmth became more intense, and more focused on one specific part of her body. It took her sleepy, drowsy mind a few moments to process things, but she eventually realized that she was getting really, really horny.

But… I can’t just masturbate at work… can I? She knew she shouldn’t give in to her temptations, but couldn’t think of an actual reason why. The argument against pleasuring herself was decidedly vague, and in Ramona’s eyes, not very convincing. But the argument between her legs was looking increasingly persuasive.

Before she knew what was happening, her hand snaked its way under her waistband. She was almost surprised when it happened, but her gasp of shock soon turned into a shudder of pleasure as her fingers brushed against her clit. Her body felt heightened; even that slight touch felt just as good as shoving her vibrator as far in as she could get. She worked in slow, lazy circles, savoring the sensation. A blissful, lazy smile formed on her face.

“What on Earth do you think you’re doing?”

The voice did little to snap Ramona out of her reverie. She opened her eyes and saw a stern-looking woman standing over her. She wore a tight silk button-down shirt with a black tie and matching skirt. Her dark brown hair was tied in a small bun, and her jet-black glasses and cherry-red lipstick stood apart from her pale skin. Ramona’s eyes wandered lazily down the woman’s length, admiring the way her opaque tights accentuated her shapely legs. The woman’s red heels were the only splash of variety in her entire outfit; aside from that, she was the definition of prim and proper.

“Mmm… can I help you?” Ramona was almost surprised at how she sounded. The arousal in her voice was unmistakable, and she slurred her words slightly, as if she was buzzed. Even though she noticed all of these things, however, Ramona didn’t really think too hard about them. Thinking didn’t seem as appealing to her as continuing to rub her drooling cunt or staring at the sexy lady in front of her.

That sexy lady didn’t seem very happy about what Ramona was doing, though. “Is that any way to behave? You’re a representative of our company! Show some class, young lady!”

Ramona giggled. “You’re pretty young too-”

And then Ramona yelped. She felt a sharp pain on her forearm and instinctually pulled her hand out of her pants. Dazed, she looked at her arm, then back at the woman, then her arm, then the woman again. It took her a few more glances to register the riding crop in the woman’s left hand. “Did you… hit me?”

“Corporal punishment, though frowned upon by some people, remains the most effective method for instilling discipline in troublesome youths. Now, be a good girl and tell Jessica that Miss Gloria has arrived.”

“Oh! Okay, Gloria!” Ramona giggled and pressed the button.

“Yeah?” said Jess.

“Like, Gloria’s here, Jess.”

“Gotcha. Miss Gloria, wait out there fer a sec, we’re still wrappin’ up some of Candie’s scenes.”

The speaker clicked off. Gloria sighed deeply. “Honestly, is this the sort of woman Savanna wishes to represent her company?” She pushed up her glasses and glared at Ramona. “Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Ramona stared dumbly at Gloria’s stern expression. “Um… I dunno.”

“Take that thing out of your mouth.” Gloria didn’t wait for Ramona to do it herself; she reached down and yanked the lollipop out of the receptionist’s slack jaw, examining it with a satisfied smirk. “Well, I suppose that explains some things. I take it Candie offered this to you?”

“Yup!” Ramona nodded like a bobblehead. “Her candy’s really good!”

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to take candy from strangers?”

Ramona shrugged. “But Candie’s not a stranger. She’s my friend!”

“Oh?” Gloria rolled her eyes. “How long have you known her?”

“Since yesterday!”

“And you think of her as a friend?”

“Yeah!” Ramona giggled. “She, like, give me candy, and…” She paused. “Well, the candy is really good!”

“I know,” Gloria sighed. “You already told me. You really are dense, aren’t you?”

Ramona pouted. “Hey! That’s rude!”

“And shirking your responsibilities so you can pleasure yourself at your desk isn’t rude?”

Ramona blushed. “I…” Wait… why did I start doing that? That’s super weird! I’d never start rubbing my pussy on the clock!

“It looks like those gears are starting to turn again,” Gloria sneered. “You’re starting to question why you’d do such a naughty thing, aren’t you?”

“Yeah… that’s not like me at all. Why would I-”

Her train of thought was derailed when Gloria shoved the lollipop back into Ramona’s mouth. “Shh,” Gloria cooed. “It’s alright, Ramona.”

How does she… know my name… Ramona’s thoughts slowed to a crawl as the lollipop’s sweetness infected her mind again. Her confusion and paranoia faded into a thick pink fog. She let out a soft purr of satisfaction as the heat returned between her legs.

She reached down, but another swat from Gloria’s riding crop halted her hand. “Stoooooop…” Ramona whined.

“Yes, you’re a very naughty girl,” Gloria growled. “But fortunately, disciplining naughty girls like you is my specialty.” She held the riding crop under Ramona’s chin and used it to tilt the poor, dumb girl’s head upwards.

Ramona’s eyes immediately locked onto the shiny silver pocketwatch. Gloria smiled. “Yes, that’s it. Focus on the watch, Ramona. Focus only on the watch and the sound of my voice.”

Gloria swung the pocketwatch back and forth, and Ramona’s eyes followed it obediently. Between the drugged lollipop dulling her mind and the shiny object drawing her attention, she was helpless to resist Gloria’s words as she began to program the receptionist’s mind.

“First of all,” Gloria said, “you must learn to present yourself as a professional. These clothes are certainly fine for going to the mall, but they’re wholly unsuited to being a receptionist. You must find something to wear that’s befitting a woman in your position.”

In Ramona’s vacant mind, flashes of herself in Gloria’s outfit manifested. As the images grew more distinct, they began to morph and shift into an amalgamation of Gloria’s professionalism and Ramona’s own fashion sense. The silk shirt became a light pink, the heels became comfortable flats, and a black hairband sat atop her head.

“Next,” Gloria continued, “you must learn to behave yourself while at your desk. That means no touching yourself, and no eating anything in this room, especially if Candie gave it to you.”

Suddenly, Ramona wanted to spit out the lollipop still hanging out of the corner of her mouth. The thought of continuing to suck on it seemed repulsive and disgraceful.

“And lastly,” Gloria said, the barest hint of a maniacal grin audible in her voice, “you must understand something very important. Something that all naughty girls like you must learn if they want to become good girls. Do you want to know what it is, Ramona?”

Ramona nodded. Yes. She wanted to know. Needed to know. It was the only thing left rattling around in her empty head.

“Then I will tell you.” Gloria leaned in close, her eyes filling Ramona’s field of vision. “Good girls don’t cum until they’re told.”

And then Ramona was forced face-first onto the desk. The lollipop fell out of her mouth, but it didn’t matter anymore. It had served its purpose. Ramona was too far gone to bring herself back up anymore.

Gloria pulled down Ramona’s pants and gently held the riding crop against her bare ass. “I’m going to spank you, Ramona,” she purred. “And with every spank, you will feel a tongue lap against your slick cunt. But you cannot cum until I give you permission. Do you understand, Ramona?”

“Yeesssss…” Ramona growled, her voice slurred and hazy with mindless lust.

Gloria chuckled. “Very good. Let’s begin your lesson.”

Smack! Ramona’s eyes crossed as she let out a loud gasp. The lollipop had already made her insatiably horny, and the phantom tongue between her legs only served to bring her even closer to the edge.

Smack! “Ggguuuhhh…” She drooled on the desk, the mixture of pleasure and pain sending her mind into a frenzy. Even if she wasn’t drugged and hypnotized right now, she wouldn’t be able to form a coherent thought if she tried.

Smack! She was riding the edge now, desperate for release but held back only by Gloria’s command. “P-Puh… pull…”

“What was that, young lady?” Ramona could hear the smug satisfaction in Gloria’s voice. “Do you want to cum already?”

Ramona nodded furiously, words escaping her.

Gloria responded with five more smacks! in quick succession. “Now you may cum.”

Ramona’s body shuddered. She let out a raw animal cry, guttural and feral and mindless. It didn’t feel like a single orgasm; it felt like four or five, all stored up and exploding all at once. Her legs went numb, and her knees sank to the floor, her head resting on the edge of the desk as she spasmed and twitched.

Gloria patted Ramona on her head. “Good girl. Miss Gloria is very pleased with you. Clean yourself up and rest.”

All Ramona could do in response was give a contented sigh.

The other woman smiled and walked over to the door. One specific pattern of knocks later, and the door was unlocked.

When Ramona left the bathroom, Savanna was standing right outside waiting for her. “O-Oh! Hi!”

“Hello, Ramona.” Savanna looked Ramona up and down, just like she did when they first met. “I believe you met Miss Gloria?”

“Mhm!” Ramona tried to escape the conversation and get back to the desk, but the woman in front of her refused to let her pass.

“You know, Ramona,” Savanna smiled, “these walls are really thin.”

Ramona swallowed. “Is… Is that right?”

“I’m afraid so. You actually ruined a take.”

“Oh, God…” Ramona buried her face in her hands. “I’m so sorry, boss.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Savanna gently caressed Ramona’s cheek. “If I wasn’t okay with people getting off on the job, I wouldn’t have started a porn studio.”

“You’re… you’re really okay with it?”

“Of course! Why, Jess and I get into all sorts of mischief when we’re not shooting! It’s perfectly fine if you have some fun with one of the other girls.”

Ramona frowned. “That doesn’t sound very ethical.”

Savanna chuckled. “Well, allow me to explain it more clearly.” She leaned in and kissed Ramona on the lips.

For a moment, Ramona was taken aback. What the hell is she doing? But soon, her fear bled into a feeling of peace. A pleasant warmth radiated from her lips across her entire face, soaking into her mind and pacifying it into serenity. Wow… she must be a really good kisser…

Savanna pulled away and smiled. “Now, you won’t feel weird about having sex while you’re working here, understand?”

“Yes, Savanna…” The words escaped Ramona’s lips without her realizing it, but as soon as she said them, she knew they were absolutely true.

“Very good. Now, get back to that desk, Ramona.”

“Yes, Savanna…”

Megan was almost at the end of her shift when she saw a familiar sight walk through the automatic doors. “Oh, hey? Ramona, right?”

The buxom woman in the pink top nodded and smiled. “Hi, Megan! I hope it’s not too much to ask, but could you help me find another outfit?”

“Already? Do you not like the one I picked out yesterday?”

“Oh, no, it’s amazing! I wouldn’t come to you if I didn’t like it. It’s just that my boss would prefer that I wear something a little more business-y.”

“I guess that makes sense.” Megan pushed up her glasses. “So, did you have anything in mind?”

Ramona smiled. The mental image from earlier was still burned clear as day in her memory. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

candie’s body was on its knees, but candie’s mind was absent. her mouth drooled vacantly on her perky breasts, and her cunt dripped on the floor. she was naked. she was always naked when she was Mistress’s slave.

Mistress clinked Her wine glass against Miss Gloria’s. The two women looked down on candie with a mixture of hunger and appreciation.

“That was clever,” said Miss Gloria, “giving her the lollipop when you knew I was coming. You made sure I’d have something to discipline her over.”

candie didn’t respond. Slaves don’t talk unless they are asked a question. It was one of the many rules that were currently the entirety of candie’s world.

“she’s quite beautiful when she’s like this, wouldn’t you say, Gloria?” Mistress was talking. candie always felt it when Mistress was talking. It was like the air became electric, making Her words feel even more forceful and absolute.

“Oh, of course,” Miss Gloria agreed.

“You’d like to use her?”

Miss Gloria took a sip of wine. “Oh, that’s quite alright. I think I’ve had enough fun with her for one day.”

Mistress smiled. “It wasn’t a question. Absurdly Aroused Acolyte.”

Miss Gloria’s eyes widened. She flicked her eyes back to candie as her body shuddered. The hand that wasn’t holding a wine glass roamed up to her breasts and squeezed. “Mistress…” she gasped. “I… I need…”

“I know you do,” Mistress chuckled. “Knock yourself out.”

The formerly-prim and proper woman practically ripped off her skirt. “Yes, Mistress…”

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