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.
Ramona stretched and yawned as she woke up in her warm, cozy bed. She almost didn’t feel like getting out, but she knew that in just a few moments-
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
There it was. She slapped her alarm off and groaned, sitting up in bed. “Another day at the old grind.” She swung her legs over the side of the mattress and hopped down, making her way over to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and slipped off her clothes, laying them in a neat pile on the toilet seat.
Once the water was hot enough, she jumped in and slid the curtain closed. Just a quick shower to wake my mind up. She let the water soak into her skin for a moment before lathering up with soap and body wash. As her hands roamed her body, she thought back to yesterday, when Miss Gloria spanked her and she came her brains out. As the memory replayed in her head, she gave one of her large, firm breasts a squeeze without even meaning to. She gasped, both from how unexpected the sensation was and from how good it felt.
Ramona’s other hand roamed between her legs, slowly teasing her pussy. A part of her wondered why she was fingering herself so early in the morning, but she ignored that question. She tried to remember more details of her encounter with Miss Gloria, but everything was strangely foggy, like a half-remembered dream. All she could access were vague impressions – shame, arousal, the sharp pain of a riding crop on her rear end. Her fingers sped up as she leaned against the bathroom wall, her eyes slipping shut as she got closer and closer to the edge.
Then, just as she felt herself about to cum, her hand pulled away. Good girls don’t cum until they’re told. Rammy opened her eyes and panted, wondering where that thought had come from. And why did I just think of myself as “Rammy?” No one calls me that… She looked down at her hand and noticed her fingers starting to wrinkle. Shit, I’ve been in here way too long! I’m gonna be late!
She sped through the rest of her morning routine, but slowed down when it came time to get dressed. She’d just bought her new outfit, after all, and wanted it to look its best. She carefully buttoned her pink silk blouse, sighing happily at how nice it felt against her skin. Next came the tights, black and just slightly translucent. She stood up and examined herself in the mirror, smiling at how they accentuated her butt and thighs. Then came the skirt, and then a headband, both black just like the pantyhose. Finally, she slipped on a pair of white flats, comfortable enough that she wouldn’t be bothered during the day. It had cost a decent amount of money, but with how good she looked, it was worth every penny.
Ramona smiled. She felt like a million bucks, right up until the moment she checked her phone. “Oh fuck! I’m late!”
Savanna was waiting behind the front desk when Ramona finally arrived at work. Instead of seeming angry or disappointed, though, she seemed merely bored. “Oh, hi Ramona,” she sighed.
“H-Hey, Savanna!” Ramona stammered. “I’m so sorry about being late! I, uh, overslept, and my alarm didn’t work, and-”
“Ramona, Ramona,” Savanna chuckled, “it’s alright! Don’t worry about a thing. Today’s been kinda slow anyway.” She got up from the chair and, in a move that Ramona was becoming all too familiar with, looked up and down Ramona’s body. “I must say, that’s a very attractive outfit.”
“Thanks!” Ramona blushed, feeling a flush of happiness at Savanna’s compliment. “I thought it might be a good idea to put on a more professional front, since I’m the first person everyone’s gonna see when they walk in the door.”
“That makes sense. But… hm.” Savanna furrowed her brow, staring at Ramona’s chest.
“What is it?”
“Oh, it’s nothing serious, it’s just that… well, I have one tiny problem with your outfit.”
Ramona gasped. “Oh, gosh! What’s wrong with it?”
“Here, allow me.” Savanna stepped closer to Ramona, and quickly moved her hands towards the receptionist’s chest.
“Wha-” Ramona froze. For a split second, she felt like she should scream, or run away, or just do something. But instead, she merely stood there while Savanna reached for her shirt buttons.
Savanna began to unbutton Ramona’s blouse. Ramona let out a soft whimper, her body feeling warm, butterflies flooding her stomach. A voice in the back of her head screamed at her, trying to tell her that something was wrong, but she ignored it. Something that made her feel this good couldn’t possibly be wrong. Savanna worked agonizingly slowly, making the moment feel like an eternity.
But it did, eventually, end. Savanna stepped back and smiled. “There. Now you’re perfect.”
Rammy- No, Ramona. Ramona blinked, trying to clear the gunk making her mind feel so sticky and unfocused. She looked down and saw that her ample cleavage was now on full display. “Um… I’m not sure this is very professional…”
“Oh, honey,” Savanna giggled, “it’s cute that you wanna act like that. But we’re a pornography studio, not a bank or a legal firm or something like that. People expect to see a little skin. And besides-” she gave one of Ramona’s breasts a firm squeeze “-if you’ve got ‘em, flaunt ‘em!”
“Ah!” Ramona moaned, her eyes slipping shut and her body shuddering with pleasure. Fuck, why did that feel so good? And… and why am I so okay with this? She remembered Savanna telling her that it was expected that the employees would have sex in the studio, but that memory felt a lot like her encounter with Miss Gloria – a vague impression at best. Should my memory feel so fuzzy? She shook her head and opened her eyes again, but Savanna was gone. Damn… Kinda wish she’d do that again…
She sat down at the desk and sighed. “Let’s hope the rest of the day isn’t as slow as Savanna said it was…”
“Ugggghhhhh… why is today so slowwwww…”
Ramona leaned her head back on her chair and stared up at the ceiling. So far only a couple people had entered the studio, even less than the slow trickle that she had the last couple days. She’d used her phone to help pass the time, but by now it was nearing 20% battery life and it had only been a few hours. Serves me right for not bringing my charger.
With no other options to occupy herself, Ramona had resorted to the favorite pastime of bored 6-year-olds visiting their parents at work: spinning around in an office chair. She hooked her foot around one of the legs of her desk and spun herself around, watching the room blur together. As she slowed to a stop, she repeated the action, but this time stopped her rotation short by grabbing onto the desk.
Doing this made her whole body lurch, and she felt her large breasts take a moment to calm down after she had stopped moving. Huh… that felt weird. She looked down at her chest, noticing how well her blouse accentuated her cleavage. Savanna was totally right, I look great! She spun around again, watching her breasts jiggle when she stopped.
“Cooooool…” Ramona spun again.
After a while she stopped spinning. She hadn’t decided to stop; she had merely forgotten to continue, her train of thought derailed as she stared into the deep valley between her breasts. She was vaguely aware that she was drooling, but that held no greater meaning. Her mind was resting for the moment, relaxed enough that she wasn’t actively thinking, but not so much that she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. She simply was, existing in a fugue state where nothing really mattered to her.
It was fun while it lasted. Rammy’s head jerked up, her eyes going wide as her mind plugged itself back in. She spun around in the direction of the noise, finding Savanna towering over her. “S-Savanna!”
“Were you dozing off or something?”
“N-No, I was just…” Rammy blinked. Something feels weird… “Just… daydreaming?”
Savanna raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“…Very well.” Savanna sighed and rubbed her temples. “Look, I’m gonna level with you. We really don’t need you today. We’re in the process of editing right now, and we aren’t ready to begin shooting our next film until tomorrow. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off?”
“Are you sure? Really, I can stay.”
“You’d just be ‘daydreaming’ until we close,” Savanna smirked. “Seriously, just head home. We’re still gonna pay you for the full day, but there’s no reason for you to stay here.”
“Well… if you say so!” Rammy stood up and yawned. “If you change your mind, give me a call.”
“Will do. Thank you, Rammy.”
Rammy paused. Oh, that’s what’s been bothering me! “It’s Ramona, Savanna.”
Savanna smiled warmly. “Of course. See you tomorrow.”
Megan placed her tray on the table and sat down. Most of her fellow employees preferred to take their lunch break in the store’s break room, but she always liked going to the food court instead. She’d always had a soft spot for burgers, and re-heating one in the microwave was never as good as even the cheapest, greasiest burger joint. And the one in the food court was pretty damn cheap and greasy.
Still, it was hot and it didn’t take too long, so she figured it was worth the cholesterol. And besides, I could probably stand to fill out a bit. Megan wasn’t exactly skin and bones, but she had always been decidedly thin. She never really had a problem with it, but ever since she met Ramona at work the other day, she’d started to feel a little insecure about her body. Specifically two parts of her body.
Megan sighed and tried to distract herself with food. God, what’s wrong with me? I’m in med school, I shouldn’t be getting cup size envy! Try as she might, though, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Ramona. There were so many oddities surrounding her. Her disheveled appearance the first day they met was completely unexplained; not only did Ramona not seem to see any problem with it, she didn’t even seem to remember how it happened. Nothing about that woman makes any sense to me at all. Well, at least she’s at work right now, so I don’t have to deal with- “Omigawd, Megan! Fancy seeing you here!” Get the fuck out. Megan looked up, and sure enough, there was Ramona, grinning like an idiot, dressed in the same outfit Megan helped her pick out yesterday. “Ra-Ramona?” Megan stammered. “What… don’t you have work right now?” “Boss let me leave early ‘cuz it was slow! So I thought I’d hang around the mall for a while.” Ramona sat down across from Megan, setting down a tray with a slice of pizza on it. “So, how’s life?”
Morgan shrugged. “It’s, uh, fine. Same as yesterday, I guess. So, how’d the outfit go over?”
“Oh!” Ramona exclaimed, beaming with pride. “They loved it! You’re super talented at this fashion stuff, thank you so much for picking it out for me!”
“I-It’s nothing, really,” Morgan blushed. “I’m really not that good, I just go with my gut.”
“Well, your gut is super smart!” Ramona chuckled. “You should listen to it more.” She took a big bite of her pizza slice, humming with delight.
Megan shook her head. “That’s nice of you to say, but I would rather get a job at a clinic somewhere. I’m only working here to help me pay through school.”
“Oh, yeah? What do you wanna do for a living?”
“Well, I’m working through med school right now.”
“That’s cool. But what do you wanna do?”
Megan paused. “Well… I’m studying to become a doctor.”
Ramona giggled. “But that’s not what I asked!”
“I don’t know what else to tell you!”
“Hm… okay, how about this. Do you like doing all the med school stuff?”
“Well, I mean…” Megan shrugged. “It’s hard, but it’s not terrible, I guess.”
“‘Not terrible’ isn’t a ringing end… um…” Ramona furrowed her brow. “Door something… like, you know what I mean! It’s not fun!”
“Work isn’t fun, Ramona.”
“Why not? If you don’t enjoy what you’re doing, why do it?”
Megan blinked. “…What?”
“Yeah! Like- oh, shit.” Ramona looked down and noticed that a bit of cheese had dripped down onto her exposed breasts. She picked up a napkin and wiped it off; Megan tried not to gawk at her too obviously. “Honestly, I probably shouldn’t eat this stuff, but like, I never really have to worry about my weight too much. I think it all goes straight to my boobs anyway.”
“That’s… not how that works,” Megan said, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, yeah? And how would you know that?”
“I’m in med school!”
“Oh, right. Anyway, um…” Ramona frowned. “Shoot. I forgot what we were talking about. Oh, but you’ve probably gotta get back to work soon. I’ll leave you alone for now, but I might stop by later.” She stood up from her chair and waved at Megan. “Bye!”
As Ramona walked away, Megan looked down at her half-eaten burger. That girl can be so stupid sometimes… but she may have the wisdom of the gods.
She took another bite. Maybe I should get bacon on this next time.
* * *
Ramona popped another pretzel bite in her mouth and hummed happily. She wasn’t exactly hungry, but she liked chewing on something while she wandered around the mall. Wow, this place has seen better days. Guess it makes sense, since everyone’s shopping online now. She walked past empty storefronts, vending machines that hadn’t been updated in over a decade, and a few stores with those red-and-yellow “going out of business” signs that every failing business seemed to use. It’s kinda sad, really. I have so many good memories of hanging out here back in high school…
She turned a corner and gasped. Holy shit! This place is still open? She ran up, scarcely believing her eyes. Somehow, even after half the stores in the mall had closed or left, the arcade was still running. With a grin, Ramona stepped inside and took a deep breath. Yep! Still smells like sweat and cigarette smoke!
The layout had changed a lot since Ramona had last been there. Many of the games she remembered had been shuffled around or removed entirely, replaced with newer, flashier cabinets. But the one she really cared about was exactly as she remembered it. She walked up to it and let the attract mode play out for a minute, waiting for something to show up. Come on, please let it still be there…
At last, she saw it. “Haha, fuck yeah!” she said a little too loudly, jumping with joy. There, at the top of the high score table, were the letters “RAM.” Even after what had to be at least a decade since she had her legendary run, her score hadn’t even come close to being beaten.
An idea came to her mind. She pulled out her purse and fished out a few quarters. Let’s see if I still have it…
She did not still have it. Even though her muscle memory carried her for a little while, eventually she got curb-stomped by the first stage boss and quickly ran out of lives. Ramona dumped her purse out on the floor, searching for even a single extra quarter, but she couldn’t find any. “Fuuuuuuck,” she groaned, putting her stuff back in her purse. “I’m so rusty, this is embarrassing…”
A pair of running shoes stepped into Ramona’s field of vision. “Are you rusty, or is your mind perhaps not as sharp as it once was?”
Ramona looked up, following from the shoes up to a pair of shapely legs, a set of six-pack abs, and finally a woman’s face. “Excuse me?” Ramona scowled. She rose to her feet, still having to look up at the much taller woman. “That’s pretty rude of you, lady!”
The other woman chuckled. “Oh, yes, of course. My apologies.” She extended her hand to Ramona. “My name is Qiang. And you are…?”
Ramona shook Qiang’s hand and introduced herself, noticing how sweaty the other woman’s grasp was. In fact, now that she could take a good look at Qiang, Ramona noticed that she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and had a towel laying over her shoulder. “Did you just come from the gym or something?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.” Qiang smiled warmly at Ramona, looking her up and down like Savanna did earlier. “And you just came from the office, it looks like?”
“Yeah,” Ramona nodded, picking up her cup of pretzel bites and popping another one in her mouth, “boss let me take the rest of the day off.”
Qiang raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like a good boss! Where do you work, if I may ask?”
Ramona swallowed. “Um… I’m… not at liberty to say.” God, what would people even say if I told them I worked at a porn studio? They’d probably think I’m some sorta freak! “What do you do?”
“I’m a porn actress.”
“What?!” Ramona gasped. “No kidding, I work in porn too!” She paused. “I-I mean, as a receptionist! Not, like, um… not what you do.”
Qiang giggled and patted Ramona on the head. “Could’ve fooled me. With a body like that, you’d make a killing.”
Ramona blushed. “Th-That’s nice of you to say, but I’m not that pretty. I mean, look at you!” She motioned to Qiang’s ripped physique, shown off by her sports bra and tight sweatpants. “You’re gorgeous!”
“Thank you, I know,” Qiang smiled. “But you do have one thing that I don’t.”
“Yes…” Qiang licked her lips and pointed her eyes a bit further down Ramona’s body. “Two things, actually.”
“Oh!” Ramona stepped back and giggled nervously, suddenly feeling naked. “Well, um, y’know what they say. Genes, and all that.” She started to button her blouse up, but Qiang stopped her.
“There’s no reason to be shy,” Qiang said. “You should be proud of your body.” She shook Ramona’s shoulder, and her breasts jiggled from side to side. “Many women would kill for breasts such as these.”
“Um… I guess…”
Qiang shook Ramona again. “Look at them, Ramona. Really look. See how wonderful, how captivating, they truly are.”
Something about this felt horribly wrong, but as Ramona found herself staring down at her breasts, she felt her eyes drawn to the jiggling, shaking motion of her chest. It felt strangely familiar, but the part of her that would have remembered what was happening was being drowned out, silenced by her own fixation.
“That’s right, Rammy,” Qiang purred. “Keep staring. Keep emptying your mind for me, while I bring you somewhere a little more private.”
Rammy didn’t respond. She simply let Qiang drag her away, each of her own clumsy steps making her breasts jiggle more and more, as if she were draining her thoughts down into her cleavage. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw a tile floor pattern that seemed familiar, but she paid it no mind.
Eventually, Qiang sat Rammy down and shut a door behind them. “Take off your shirt,” she said, and slowly, Rammy unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall behind her. Qiang reached behind her and unclasped her bra. “Now your breasts are fully exposed, Rammy. They’re even more mesmerizing now, aren’t they?”
“Yyuuhhh…” Ramona mumbled. She couldn’t make her mouth form words anymore, but that was alright. Her breasts filled even more of her mind, making her feel so wonderfully relaxed and open and obedient.
“So obedient for me,” Qiang whispered, and Rammy realized that those last few thoughts came from Qiang’s mouth too. “You think only what I tell you to think. My words are your thoughts. Say it.”
“Yyuurrr wrrddsss…” Rammy slurred, “mmmuuhhh thhoohhhtttsss…”
Qiang chuckled and kissed Rammy on the cheek. She grabbed both of Rammy’s breasts and slowly kneaded them, grinning hungrily at the way Rammy gasped and moaned. “Good slut. You like having your breasts groped like this. No, not breasts; that word is for people who can think for themselves. These, on the other hand, are tits.”
“Ttiiiittsss…” Rammy drooled.
“That’s right.” Qiang squeezed Rammy’s tits. “Big, beautiful tits. And as I massage these delightful tits of yours, you find that every other word you might call them just falls right out of that stupid little head of yours.”
Rammy nodded lazily. She could actually feel what Qiang described; one second the words were there, and the next they literally fell out of her ears. She giggled at how silly that made her feel.
“And something else happens when your tits are put to good use like this,” Qiang grinned. “Your body starts to feel warm. A wonderful heat builds up inside you, starting between your legs and filling every inch of you. You can feel it, can’t you?”
“Yyeeessss…” Rammy groaned, squirming under Qiang’s touch. Her cheeks felt flushed, and her pussy started to feel unbearably warm.
Qiang planted a kiss on one of Rammy’s tits, and sat down next to her. “Poor thing! But luckily for you, I know exactly how to relieve yourself of that heat. Do you want to know what that is?”
Rammy nodded, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
“All you need to do is give that sexy body of yours a good workout, and the heat will melt right out between your legs. You’ll cum and cum until you’re so exhausted you feel like you could barely stand. And you’ll feel so, sooooo good. You want that, don’t you Rammy?”
“Yyeeessss… wwaannnaaa… ffeelllll gooooddd…”
“Atta girl. Let me show you the best exercise to relieve that needy little cunt of yours. First, take off your skirt.”
Rammy stood up, swaying drunkenly, and unzipped her skirt. It fell lazily to the floor, its presence forgotten by Rammy as soon as it was off her body.
Qiang patted her thigh. “Sit here, facing me.”
Rammy nodded and did as she was told, gasping as her soaked tights brushed up against Qiang’s muscular leg.
“That’s it, good slut.” Qiang laid her arms over Rammy’s shoulders. “Now, hump.”
Rammy blinked. For a moment, she looked confused. A slight bit of intelligence returned to her eyes, as if she was starting to become aware of how strange this situation was.
Then Qiang grabbed a fistful of Rammy’s hair and dragged her head close, kissing her deeply on the lips. “Hump for your mommy, slut.”
Rammy’s eyes rolled back into her head, and then she was gone. She began to grind her wet, drooling pussy on Qiang’s thigh, moaning and mewling shamelessly. Her mind was focused on only one thing: her own need to cum.
“And as you grind your mind away,” Qiang whispered, her words searing themselves into Rammy’s unconscious mind, “you know that this is making your mind weaker and weaker. Even when the heat leaves you, you will be dumber, hornier, and less focused than you were before, and this will happen more and more the more you cum and exercise. As your body gets hard, your mind gets soft. Body gets hard, mind gets soft.”
“Bbooddyyy… hrrddd…” Rammy gasped. “Mmnnddd… ssooofffffttt…”
“Good,” Qiang purred, “keep repeating that over and over, you stupid-”
There was a knock on the door to the dressing room. “E-Excuse me!” said a voice that clearly wasn’t used to being forceful. “You need to stop whatever it is you’re doing in there, or we’ll have to… um, e-escort you from the premises!”
Qiang rolled her eyes. “Rammy, stop.”
Rammy stopped humping, her eyes completely glazed over with lust and mindless obedience.
“I’m afraid we’ll have to cut this short. Take as long as you like to wake up, then as soon as you get home, make yourself cum. Is that understood?”
“Good girl.” Qiang kisses Rammy on the forehead before she stood up and opened the door, walking past the employee without a word.
Rammy stared at nothing in particular, her mind just as absent as it had been before. She was vaguely aware of a woman’s voice, one which sounded familiar, but she didn’t need to think about-
Rammy felt her body jolt awake. She looked around, startled by her new surroundings. What the fuck? Where am I? What happened to the arcade? She looked up and saw Megan, a look of concern on the other woman’s face.
“Are you okay?” Megan asked. “You seemed, uh, out of it.”
“Um… I think so.” Rammy stood up and took a moment to find her balance. “Why’re you here, though? Shouldn’t you be in the store?”
“We are in the store. I got some complaints about…” Megan blushed and looked down at the floor. “Suspicious noises, coming from one of the changing rooms.”
“Huh… Well, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear anything.”
Megan raised an eyebrow. “…Are you serious right now? Ramona, we both know what just happened here. I mean, your skirt is off, your boobs are out, and the whole place smells like… um, fluids.”
“My whats are out?” Rammy- Wait, no I’m… Ramona? That kinda sounds right, I guess. Ramona furrowed her brow. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb! Your shirt’s unbuttoned and…” Megan blushed even harder, gesturing towards Ramona’s chest.
Ramona looked down and rolled her eyes. “Oh, you mean my tits.” She began buttoning her shirt back up and scoffed. “Honestly, Megan, if you’re gonna be a doctor lady, you need to know the scientific term.”
“What are you…” Megan sighed. “Ugh, whatever. Just clean yourself up and get outta here before you get me in trouble.” Megan slammed the door shut and stormed off on a huff.
“Geez, what’s her problem?” Ramona shrugged and searched the floor for her discarded bra and skirt.
“It wasn’t my fault, Savanna. That employee interrupted us before I could complete my step in the process.”
On the other end of the line, Qiang’s boss sighed. “I’m very disappointed, Qiang. I expected better from our old drill sergeant.”
“I can make up for it tomorrow,” Qiang insisted. “All I need to do is give her the compulsion, that won’t take very long at all.”
Savanna paused for a couple moments. “Very well. You have one more chance, Qiang. If you fail, we may have to reconsider your status as a domme.”
“I won’t let you down, Savanna.”
“For your sake, I hope not. Oh, and there’s one other thing.”
“Soft stupid slut.”
Qiang’s eyes widened, before her lips became a wide, silly grin.
“Good night, Qiang,” said Mistress.
“Mmm…” qiang giggled, her fingers already creeping down between her legs. “Nighty-night, Mistress!”
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.