Theresa cursed herself. She could have sworn she locked the door, but apparently she forgot to do so. Angie – one of her annoyingly inferior subordinates – burst in through the door with a curious smile on her face. Theresa shot a death glare at her as she slammed her computer shut, eyeing Angie up and down. “What is it, Angie? I’m busy right now, as you should know,” Theresa demanded with a snap.

“Sorry, Theresa,” Angie exhaled, a bit of the happy-go-luckiness fading from her face. What was up with her? Even positive, optimistic Angie was never this smiley. In fact, Theresa preferred it that way – typically when people were all giddy like this, it meant they were distracted from work. And Theresa hated that. Constant productivity was key to keep the office moving. “We wanted to surprise you with a little gift, and it just got here.”

Theresa raised an eyebrow. What kind of ‘gift’ could be worth interrupting her workday for? “What kind of gift? This isn’t a bribe for a raise, is it? Because I already gave you your review this year.”

“Oh, no, nothing like that!” Angie said defensively, waving her arms in front of her. “Your review was spectacular, as always!” Of course, spectacular in this case meant not being completely littered with insults and put-downs. “Me, Tia and Bella all wanted to throw you an appreciation event, for making such a profit from our new product. We couldn’t have done it without your leadership, after all!”

“Oh!” Theresa smirked. Now that sounded interesting. It was rare that her subordinates would show any ounce of respect or care for her. In fact, whenever Theresa was being talked about, it was when employees were badmouthing her or talking of leaving because of her cruel order. Of course, whenever Theresa did come across that, she’d quickly fire the culprits. Maybe that’s why they were so hard on her. No, of course not; they were just lazy, ungrateful brats. “Well, sure, I could always stand to feel appreciated. Let’s not keep me waiting anymore.”

Angie looked like she had something to say. At least, that’s how she looked. But she didn’t say anything else. She just motioned for Theresa to follow her. Theresa walked through the halls of her office confidently. She came across a few lower-level employees who shot dirty glances at her. Theresa glared right back, of course. Angie led Theresa into the smallest conference room, one fit for six people at most.

Tia and Bella were already there, sparkling water in their hands. And there stood someone else, someone unfamiliar. Theresa raised an eyebrow as the newcomer greeted her. She seemed like some kind of stage performer, with the extravagant red and black sequined attire she donned. In fact, with the velvet black top hat on her face, she looked like a magician. Her hair was a brilliant red, falling down her back elegantly. Theresa couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t quite attractive, too. But that begged the questions – who was this woman? And why was she here?

“Angie, who in the world is this?” Theresa snapped, trying to hide her admiration and attraction to the woman. The woman merely curtsied innocently.

“Theresa, this is The Dazzling Dawn. We figured you could use a little… entertainment, so we hired a stage hypnotist to lighten the mood a little!” Bella spoke.

Theresa looked at Bella like she had three heads. A stage hypnotist? Lighten the mood? Was this some kind of joke? “You sound absurd right now,” Theresa scoffed. “I’m sorry for wasting your time, Ms. Dawn. I just simply don’t have time in my schedule for this nonsense.”

“Nonsense?” The Dazzling Dawn smirked curiously. “What’s nonsense? Us stage hypnotists can do quite a lot – we’re not just simply joking around. In fact, if you’d like, I can help you be more focused on your work, so you don’t get all those pesky distractions in the way. Or I could help boost company morale. I’m sure someone as smart and bright and confident as you knows morale is important in the workplace, too.”

Theresa hummed. As much as she hated to admit it, this woman did have a point. Morale was at an all-time low. Their employment reviews online were in the dumpster. “Well…”

“Besides, you look like you could take a load off your back,” she purred in addition. “What do you say? Let loose a little? Take a break with us?”

“I…” Theresa frowned, looking at her subordinates. They all had eager, desperate looks on their eyes. Theresa liked those eyes – it meant they’d be willing to do anything to please their boss. Theresa’s frown flipped up to a smirk as she nodded to The Dazzling Dawn. “Well… I can’t say no after everyone did this just for me. Whatever, fuck it, let’s do this.”

“Fantastic!” the hypnotist smiled with a wide grin. “Sit, sit!” she turned to the crowd and clapped her hands together. “Now, what does everyone know about hypnosis?”

“Uh…” Bella scratched the back of her neck innocently. “What is hypnosis, anyways?”

Dawn giggled. “That’s a common question, and a good place to start. Hypnosis is where I put you into a trance – which feels kind of like a nice, deep meditation session – and then I start filling your head with triggers and suggestions. I could make you cluck like a chicken, dance around, speak in a funny accent… or more!”

Theresa crossed her arms and sat down in the largest chair. “You really think that will work on me? Please. But I’d love to see you all embarrass yourselves.”

Dawn looked Theresa up and down admiringly, clearly trying to get a better read on her. Theresa was obviously a cruel, cutthroat bitch of a CEO. But she did have a weakness. She tended to wear her heart on her sleeve. If she was pissed about something, everyone and their neighbors would know. Though, the downside was that if she liked or god forbid loved someone or something, it would be obvious to all. At one point, Theresa was miraculously lucky enough to find a date – the day she came into work with a giant smile, was the day someone greeted her with, “what’s with the big grin? Someone’s got a date tonight?”

And she could not hide her inner curiosity.

“Come on, dearie,” Dawn coaxed.

Theresa tried to shove down her intrigue even further. “I. Am. Not. Interested.”

“You don’t seem like the kind of woman who’d back down from a challenge.”

Theresa’s eyes popped wide in anger. She hated being challenged more than anything. “Excuse me? I never back down from a challenge, you…”

“Then I suppose you wouldn’t back down from this. Why don’t you really give it a try, if you’re so well able to resist that it wouldn’t be worth it? Or is it that you’re scared?”

Dawn did it. That last sentence set off a fuse in Theresa. As much as she hated to admit it, Dawn was right – she never backed down from a challenge. And hell would freeze before the mean, evil CEO would be scared of anything in her life. “Fine. I am curious. Hypnotize me.”

“As you wish. Sit, sit next to me!”

Theresa moved up and took the seat next to the hypnotist. The stage magician looked at her with big, hungry eyes, slightly narrowed in anticipation. Her pupils were dilated, and Theresa was trained in body language enough to know Dawn was excited. Theresa clenched the hem of her pencil skirt. Why was she suddenly nervous? Theresa’s eyes looked back to her subordinates. Something seemed wrong. They looked excited too, leaned in their seats, waiting with baited breath. Theresa elected not to say anything.

Dawn began rummaging through her purse, pulling out a peculiar object. It was one of those snow globe-like objects, except it was filled with moving electrical currents. It was a bright purple color, the lightning a bright lilac. Theresa couldn’t help herself. It was a gorgeous object. It looked much more pricy than one of those things you’d get a science museum gift store. No, this looked more delicate, more… entrancing.

“What I want you to do is just look into this globe. All I want you to do is look. You don’t have to talk, ask questions, do anything. You can just stare into something, can’t you? It’s the easiest of easy. Someone as talented and bright and rich as you knows how to stare into an object. It’s okay, Theresa. No more anger, no more rage, no more confusion. Just staring. Just feeling your mind shutting down.”

As Dawn spoke to her with a soft, soothing voice, Theresa found herself unable to avert her eyes. Normally, she was quite the rebel – if someone told her to do something, she’d remind the questioner of their place. But here, she couldn’t. All thoughts of resistance or willpower or hesitation slowly flowed down the river. All she could do was stare. Her eyes slowly began to slide closed as her body relaxed, slumping in the chair. Theresa even completely forgot the way her subordinates were staring at her.

“That’s it,” Dawn cooed. “Just relax. Relax! Everything is fine. Everything is normal. This is how things should be. Just a mean, cutthroat bitch slowly giving in and becoming a delicate pet. My pet.” Despite the degrading way Dawn was speaking to Theresa – saying words that would have gotten her murdered – Theresa still couldn’t avert her eyes. She couldn’t do anything. She felt every part of her body and her mind shutting down as she stared. That’s all she could do… stare. “You want that, deep down. You don’t want to be a cruel owner of a business who treats everyone as lesser than you. You want to be a pet, a plaything, a piece of property. And you want to belong to me, specifically. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Theresa murmured. If she were anymore awake, she’d be shocked at what she just said. This… didn’t feel right… but it was right, yeah?

“And on five, you’re going to drop into a deep, relaxing, calming trance for me. Are you ready?”

Theresa nodded her head. “Good,” Dawn cooed. “Five… feeling all tension from your body wash away… four… closing your eyes… three… falling into my trance, into my embrace…”

She was long gone. She shouldn’t have done this. And yet… she wanted this. She wanted… to be… a pet… “Two… becoming mine, knowing nothing but service, turning into an obedient plaything…”

The Dazzling Dawn snapped her fingers. “One. And gone.”

~~

When Theresa had woken up, it felt like her whole world had shifted. She looked towards her subordinates with furrowed brows. She recognized them. Tia, Angie, and Bella. Tia was the head of HR, Angie worked in marketing, and Bella was one of Theresa's many executive assistants. Theresa was their boss. And with how long their workweeks usually were, she may as well have been their owner. That much made sense. But things felt... different. Theresa usually had a list of insults and put downs burned into her mind for easy use, but it felt blank. She felt... kinder. Why would she want to be mean?

Even more weirder was the looks on her subordinates' faces. They looked hungry, ravenous. But it was past lunch time, surely they had eaten? No, they didn't look hungry for food. They looked... aroused. Theresa wanted to quip at them for being so indecent on the job and fire them all on the spot. But.. why couldn't she? It didn't feel right.

No... something was wrong. Theresa put a hand to her head, clutching it tightly. She felt like she had the worst headache ever, but even that felt distant. She felt dizzy even though she was sitting down. "Um... wow, uh, how much time has passed?" she finally asked, trying to readjust herself to her surroundings.

"Oh, about 15 minutes, dearie," Dawn smirked. "But, enough chitchat! I believe your friends here have some requests they'd like to make of you."

Friends? Requests of Theresa? Now Dawn sounded even more absurd. But as much as Theresa wanted to laugh at them all, she couldn't. "Um, sure... what's on your mind, guys?" She couldn't believe how casual she sounded. She would have punched herself.

"Well, I'll go first," Tia started off, almost a bit too enthusiastically. Tia was a petite girl, barely breaking 5 feet, with her hair in a nicely done high ponytail. "Theresa, I don't think it's a secret that you haven't always been the nicest boss. Sure, profits are up, but what about employee morale? I think we could do with some compliments, affirmations, things like that. What do you say?"

"Um... well..." Of course she wouldn't do that. Right? But it was such an innocuous offer, why would Theresa ever turn it down? She cleared her throat. Speaking highly of her subordinates didn't come easily. "Tia, you're such a smart, capable young woman. You came to me right out of grad school and ended up being one of my greatest assets! I don't think I know anyone who can give feedback to struggling employees as well as you. Surely, you can do it better than me."

"Well, thank you," Tia giggled mischievously.

"And Bella," Theresa turned to the older lady with jet black, long hair and a pink cute sweater next. "You just love making people's lives better. It's so nice to see people care about others as much as you do! Every day, you remember to make my coffee exactly as I like it, and you always ask me how my day's going. Any boss would be lucky to have you." Theresa blushed, and before she could stop herself, she added something horrifying. "I'm so, so sorry for the cruel things I've said to you over the years."

"Apology accepted," Bella smirked.

"Um, and Angie!" Theresa moved onto the marketing coordinator with platinum blonde hair and an extravagant necklace. "Your graphic design skills are impecable. I'll never understand how you can make such incredible graphics, and convey a message so clearly! Not to mention how hilarious your jokes are. They always brighten my day." Angie looked like she was revelling in Theresa's praise, but her smile looked beautifully sadistic. "You, well, can look forward to your next payday." No -- Theresa wasn't planning on giving someone a raise, was she? That was completely unlike her. And yet, it felt right. Why did it feel right?

"You're too nice," Angie smirked, crossing her arms.

"I want one more thing, Theresa," Tia interjected. "I want you to pull down your shirt."

"What?" Theresa gasped. She would have slapped Tia if she were in the right state of mind. "W-why?"

Tia shrugged innocently. "Just 'cause. We need a bit more of a moral incentive than some praise, not after all the hell you've put your entire company through. What do you say?"

Theresa couldn't believe she was agreeing to this. In shame, she pulled her shirt down just a little. The tip of her cleavage peeked out. "H-how's this?"

"Come on," Tia glared. "Lower."

Theresa gulped. Why was she being ordered to do this? Giving compliments out like candy was one thing, but presenting herself as some indecent fucktoy? That was another. And yet, she couldn't refuse. She kept pulling her shirt down and down, showing more and more of her cleavage and bra. She almost forgot how round and larger her tits were. As soon as the majority of her bra and tits were showing, Tia nodded and said, "that's good."

"O...okay," Theresa sighed. Her face was beet red. Everyone was staring at her tits like she was an object.

“My turn,” Bella spoke up next. It was as if she were waiting for this moment her entire life. “Theresa, I always make your coffee every day. It’s not an easy order, either – I have to make it exactly right or you get pissy with me. How about you make us our drinks, then?”

“I…” Theresa’s eyes turned to the coffee machine in the corner. It was stacked with various flavors and teas and even some hot chocolate packets. “Sure. What would you all like?”

Everyone gave Theresa their orders, barely giving her time to write them down. As soon as she had them written down, she went to making them. Angie and Tia’s turned out fine, and she even made some hot chocolate for Dawn – she wasn’t a coffee person. But after Bella took a sip of hers, she scowled and ordered Theresa to make it again. “Properly, this time.” Theresa couldn’t help herself. She merely agreed and remade the coffee. Everyone’s eyes were on her, as if they were undressing her even more. Theresa felt completely humiliated. Was this really in her best interests? It obviously wasn’t, but why couldn’t she do anything else?

“Perfect,” Bella smirked as she took a sip of the new coffee. “Now, I want you to get on my lap. Don’t be shy.”

Theresa obeyed. With the way Bella’s legs were shaking, she could almost feel how aroused she was. Theresa didn’t even consider Bella had a dominant bone in her.

The formerly cruel CEO’s thoughts were cut short as Bella reached her hands to Theresa’s tits and began fondling them. “A-ah!” Theresa gasped out in shock at Bella’s prying touches. “What are you doing?!”

“What does it look like I’m doing, plaything?”

Plaything.

Theresa tried to ignore it. “I… I guess you’re fondling me…” Theresa responded, her cheeks flushed and her voice barely above a whisper.

“Exactly. And I’m going to do so for as long as I want.”

And she did. Bella played with Theresa’s tits for as long as she wanted, and she wasn’t exactly gentle either. Theresa tried to hide her indecent, impure moaning and grunting. To her dismay, she even found herself grinding against Bella’s thigh. Not that Bella or any of them minded. If anything, it was just an excuse to laugh at Theresa harder.

She was a slut. She was an indecent, moaning, gasping slut who couldn’t keep her tits in her shirt. Theresa wasn’t even a respected, powerful businesslady anymore. She was an object, something for people to play with or gawk at. And honestly, could she even complain? She was beginning to like all this. It was much better than insulting her subordinates – or her superiors, at this point. She loved being toyed with in front of everyone, as the rest of the room stared and giggled and laughed at her. In the past, Theresa would have given them all a piece of her mind and then fired them all. She would have kicked Dawn out as well, especially with the smug, confident smile she had plastered on her face. The hypnotist had now taken Theresa’s big seat, as if it had belonged specifically to her.

“There we go,” Bella giggled as she let go of Theresa’s tits. Theresa gasped, forgetting what it was like to not have someone playing with her chest. “I’m satisfied.”

Theresa’s skin crawled at that sentence. Bella was satisfied. Her headache only grew stronger, but there was a deep part of her that loved the fact she did so well pleasuring Bella.

“You know what?” Angie piped up. “With the way your boobs are just falling out, you might as well take the rest of your clothes off. What do you say, Theresa? Put on a little strip show for us?”

“That’s – wait, no, I can’t do that!” Theresa blurted out. She felt a tinge of regret as she rejected Angie’s advances, but there was no way in hell she could do that! Right? Theresa had never put on a show in front of anyone – if anything, she had people doing it for her. She was in charge. She shouldn’t be taking orders like this. Theresa stumbled back, almost sitting down in the chair to quell how dizzy she felt.

“Nuh uh uh,” Dawn clicked her tongue, stopping Theresa in her tracks. “You should reward your employees, my dear! Go on, put on a show for them. Pretty please?”

Pretty please. As soon as Dawn said those two words, Theresa jolted back up from the chair and began taking off her clothes slowly. It was like her body was functioning on autopilot, completely separate from her mind. Theresa internally screamed out, almost begging for it to stop, or – to continue – she couldn’t tell. Soon enough, she was completely naked, and she could feel everyone’s gazing eyes on her. Even Dawn was drooling a bit.

“Very good,” Angie purred. “Your body is perfect. I’m sure all of us here are just imagining the things we could do to your body. The way we could ruin it.”

Theresa stammered out a bunch of nonsense as the rest of the team agreed with her. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t right. She was in charge! She was their boss! She wouldn’t have just fired them, she would have slapped all of them across sideways and led them to a life on the streets. Theresa wasn’t supposed to do this. She wasn’t some fucktoy or plaything. Her headache began clearing slowly as she realized what was going on.

“Hey, did you hear me?” Angie interrupted Theresa’s stream of thoughts, not noticing how angry and unhinged she was becoming.

“W-what?” Theresa growled.

“I told you to get on The Dazzling Dawn’s lap and worship her,” Angie snapped. “So? Get on it, would you?”

Theresa couldn’t help it. She was cracking. Slowly, the fog was disappearing, and her reality was becoming much clearer. She knew what she had to do. With a loud growl, she yelped out a “no!”

Everyone stared at her blinking as Theresa began to lose her shit. “What the fuck is going on?! How dare you all treat me like this! I am your superior, your boss! I’ll have all of your heads and make sure this moment ruins all of your lives! Fuck the entire lot of you!”

Everyone looked at each other awkwardly. It was clear they suddenly realized how much trouble they would be if the hypnosis did not completely get through to Theresa. Theresa began to slip her clothes back on as quickly as possible, but before she could finish—

“It’s okay, dear,” Dawn purred into her ear as Theresa felt all the tension drop from her again. “You don’t have to be so angry. It’s okay. You’ve won! You can relax now. You have one very important job, and you know what it is… right?”

“I…” It was suddenly hard to think again, what with Dawn’s hypnotic influence. “I… need to file a report…”

“No, dear, you don’t need to do that. Remember? Obedience is pleasure. Obedience is purpose. As long as you obey and do as you’re told, everything will be fine.”

“N…no…” Theresa struggled. It was clear she was giving in again. But she couldn’t stop it. All she had to do was relent… but… this was wrong… As Dawn kept speaking to her, her words becoming more and more distant, Theresa felt her body relax as she instinctively slipped her clothes back on. Dawn petted Theresa’s head softly as the ruined CEO turned plaything complied.

“Good girl,” Dawn cooed, and Theresa felt an immense wave of pleasure down her cunt. “All you need – all you want to do is server everyone. You’re not even the boss anymore. You’re just a meek, obedient assistant. What do you say?”

“Th…” Theresa tried to stop herself, and couldn’t. “Thank you…”

“There you go,” Dawn giggled as she began taking off her suit jacket and top. “Now, Theresa, was it? Why don’t you go ahead and start with my chest.”