Her heels clacking on the tiled bathroom floor, Sabrina scrolled through her phone contacts until she found ‘Philonious’. Coming to a halt in front of the sinks, she shot a glance at the wall-length mirror, her reflection returning her exasperated smirk.

A minute ago she’d been sitting at her table, sipping a glass of pinot noir and chatting with her best work friend, Aleyna, as the office Christmas party hummed along around them. The company had shelled out for a decent venue this year, in a nice function hall that even had a stage. Then Phil had sent her a cryptic text: ‘Find somewhere private and call me, Sabby x’

From the phrasing of the message as an instruction rather than a question - and his use of her nickname - her instincts were telling her that he had mischief in mind. Most likely mischief of the mesmeric kind. Calling him, and giving him the opportunity to mess with her at a work event, was probably quite a foolish thing to do.

Clicking on his name, she raised the phone to her ear, grinning at her own recklessness.

“Talk fast,” she said as she heard him pick up on the other end. “They’re doing the employee awards in a few minutes.”

“Wow, the employee awards,” he teased. “The highlight of awards season!”

She laughed. “Well, it’s hardly the Grammys, I’ll admit, but the top prize is a hundred dollar voucher for this fancy wine-tasting place in the suburbs. I gotta say, that appeals to me!”

“Oh, that does sound nice. Can you take a plus-one...?”

“I dunno. If I can, I’m taking Irene,” she tittered.

“Figures,” he chuckled. “Well don’t worry, Sabby, you’ll be back in time for the announcements.”

“Good.”

“Yeah, this won’t take long. After all, it never does. You never take long to get caught by my words, to get drawn along like a fish on a line, to feel compelled and entranced and helpless...”

“Oh... kay. Hhuh,” Sabby mumbled, her eyes going wide for a moment, recognising his shift into an induction, and then beginning to glaze over, lids flickering. Her posture started to sag, her body slouching bonelessly - except her legs keeping her upright, and the arm holding the phone to the side of her head, keeping her Owner’s voice flowing into her ear and her mind. His words were pulling all her thoughts out of her brain - she could feel them being sucked out of a point in the centre of her forehead, in a swirling spiralling vortex that flew up through the bathroom ceiling and out into space - leaving her blissfully blank and vacant.

“You’re so good at drifting for me... so good at sinking for me... so good at dropping for me...”

The best part was, even with her mind shrinking and vanishing more by the second, she was still as aware of her body as ever - more so, if anything. She could feel her face relaxing, her jaw going slack, her mouth hanging open, her eyes rolling upwards as if trying to watch her thoughts fly away. Although she could no longer see herself in the mirror, she knew she must look really stupid. That just made it feel even better. For some reason, looking like a brainless moron, a total thundering dumbass, only enhanced the feeling of trance, making it deeper, hotter, more compelling and erotic.

Or to put it more concisely - being humiliated made her horny. And being horny made her hypnotised, which only made her hornier, which made her more hypnotised. All of which left her entirely at her roommate’s mercy.

“Haaah,” she sighed, completely stupefied, utterly contented.

“That’s right, my little idiot,” Phil said, in an adoring tone that belied the insult. “You’re already gone, aren’t you? So deep down already, completely under my power... Isn’t that right?”

“Duhhh.”

“Good girl. Now, listen carefully...”

Sabby swayed on her feet as she listened to her Owner’s words, smiling open-mouthed, drooling on her dress. As aroused as she already was, his suggestion stirred her loins still further, eliciting more Neanderthal grunts and groans. “Ah, you can feel it already, can’t you?” he sniggered.

“Whuhhh. Haha. Tah,” she burbled, her eyes crossing.

“Such a good little brainless slut.”

“Hurrh hurrh, hurrh,” she laughed feebly, only just retaining enough consciousness to know he was mocking her. She loved it.

“Now I guess I better let you back up so you can go back to your party, huh?”

“Yeghh...”

“Alright then, Sabby. You’ll awaken with that suggestion still working on you until I stop it, knowing you can send me a safeword text at any time...”

“Bahh - hah, hngh,” she moaned, rubbing her legs together.

“Rising from trance on the count of three. One... Two... Three.”

***

Stepping unsteadily onto the stage, Sabby approached the podium where her manager was currently extolling her virtues to the crowd. She could feel her colleagues’ eyes on her, making her blush even harder and stumble a little. Aleyna, who had also been called up to accept a prize, grabbed her arm to steady her, thinking she was being helpful. She had no way of knowing that the physical contact was agitating Sabby even more.

Breathing hard, she stood up straight again and gave her friend a tight grin of gratitude. As they stood and waited for their manager to finish speaking and hand over the vouchers, she tried to stand still and maintain her composure. But as soon as she’d managed to gain a measure of calm, the mouth on her pussy gave her another deep, exploratory lick. With supreme force of will, she managed not to show any outward reaction, other than to bring her hand to her face and cover her own mouth, as if to stifle a whimper.

She only had to stand there and try not to squirm for another thirty seconds, but in that time the phantom lips and tongue gave her their best, kissing her labia, sucking her clit, probing her crevice. The pleasure grew so strong that she suddenly burst out laughing, her face bright red, her hand still covering her mouth. Her manager paused and shot her a bemused glance.

“S-sorry,” she giggled breathlessly. “Li’l too much wine!”

The senior employee waved the voucher at her. “Better take it slowly when you get there, huh?”

The room laughed, and Sabby relaxed a little. Now everyone thought she was tipsy, that could excuse some of her strange behaviour. She’d just have to try to keep a lid on her more extreme reactions to the oral sex she’d been receiving ever since her bathroom phone call with her Owner.

She’d texted several times to tell him how horny and flustered she was getting, pleading for mercy. She’d even sent him a couple of selfies, showing him her flushed face, her mortified smile. None of these messages had included a safeword, however.

She knew it was risky, being under the influence of such a lewd suggestion in front of people she worked with - not to mention people she worked for. That was part of what she loved about it. The other part, of course, being the memory of her Owner’s tender, skilful mouth, recreated as vividly as if he was really eating her out right at that moment. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable, receiving such fantastic oral sex in front of all her colleagues, helpless to stop it. It was so fucking hot.

Sabby slipped a finger into her mouth and bit her knuckle, desperately struggling to endure the powerful suggestion as she waited for her prize.