Gilbert Jones rushed to the nearest subway station, almost hitting a group of European tourists standing in his way. He was late for work. That hardly ever happened but things had gotten a little carried away at his best friend Dean’s bachelor party. The splintering headache and saggy eyes were signs of a nasty hangover but one that he had to deal with no matter what. He only hoped no one would notice.
Unlike most people he knew, Gilbert didn’t hate Mondays. In fact, he loved them. Going back to work was always a welcome experience in his book. As predictable as the office routines could be, it was nice to know what to expect when he sat behind his desk and glanced at the pile of papers to his right. After three years in the same company, he had learned the best way to stay productive without overexerting himself and that was something he wouldn’t trade for anything else in the world.
He really liked his job. The pay was above average, the hours were nice, and the boss usually stayed off his back unless there was something really urgent going on, but those moments were rare. There was a genuine spirit of camaraderie between his co-workers and little to no gossiping that jeopardized that beautiful harmony. On top of that, there was also a woman that made his heart leap and head spin every time he saw her, one he was dying to run into again.
She was called Skylar, an unusual name he learned was a synonym for eternal life or strength. She was twenty-six, two years younger than him, but looked even younger on her social media profiles and especially in person. She was the CEO’s personal secretary, a ravishing beauty with long, curled black hair, expressive turquoise eyes, a Greek nose, upturned lips, and a small beauty mark on her right cheek. She was almost as tall as him, standing at five feet nine in heels, and had a delicate waist and suntanned legs. Her personality was friendly if a little bubbly when she was excited. However, what really drew people to her were her incredible boobs. They were naturally big, unburdened by needless surgeries or the pressure of gravity, two perfect juicy melons she often flaunted with low-cut blouses or tight shirts. Only select voices considered her choice of attire unprofessional for her position, but no one listened to them, and pretty much every other man in the building was grateful for it.
The subway was packed as usual, with Gilbert stuck in the middle of the crowd like a sardine in a can. Luckily, there were only four stops otherwise he might have forgotten how to breathe. He ran up the escalator to get some fresh air and finally arrived at his workplace twenty minutes after his shift had started. He quietly scooched to his desk holding a bottle of green tea in his right hand and pretended to be busy looking at some reports that were almost overdue. No one that saw him sneak in quietly dared to say a thing to him, except for Thomas who peeked at his desk with a mischievous grin on his face.
“Look what the cat dragged in...” he said. “Are you okay, bud?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Gilbert replied, neatly arranging the papers he was supposed to go through that morning.
“Did you have fun last night?”
“Too much, it seems. My head is killing me right now.”
“Do you need Aspirin or something? I should have some in my bottom drawer.”
“I’m fine, thanks.”
Thomas Robinson was the closest thing Gilbert had a friend in his workplace. The early-thirties man was known for being a prankster but a hard-working one that never let anyone down. Sometimes, they would hang out after work to watch a hockey game or simply grab a cold beer. His repertoire of jokes could get old pretty quickly but that was okay. He was a fine person through and through and trustworthy to boot.
“I hope I didn’t miss anything important...” Gilbert said.
“Hmm, no, but Skylar came looking for you ten minutes ago and didn’t seem thrilled to find your desk empty.”
“What?” Gilbert laid his hands heavily on the desk. “Fuck! What did she want?”
“She didn’t say but asked me to tell you to go see her the moment you arrived, so I’d run if I were you.”
“Fuck! Yeah, okay...” Gilbert said, his cheeks turning red. He hated being close to her and not feeling like he had been hit by a truck, but he had no choice. “Tell me, how does she look today?”
“Particularly delicious. Is this the day you’re finally going to man up and ask her out?”
“What? No? I don’t...”
“If you’re going to say you don’t want a piece of that, stop right there. I’m not blind and neither is everyone else. You’re into her and I’m pretty sure she’s into you too, so stop wasting any more time and get back on the saddle!”
“God, why do I even listen to you?” Gilbert asked, taking a sip of his tea.
“Because I’m the only one that outright tells you the things you try to ignore. You may call me the voice of your consciousness.”
“No, thanks.” Gilbert stood up and looked around. “Do you know where she is now?”
“Her desk, I imagine. Go on then and try not to drool too much when you see her, although I’m sure that will prove impossible.”
“That delicious, huh?”
“Absolutely. Good luck!”
Thomas sauntered away to his desk and watched him hesitantly walk away. Gilbert’s head was still throbbing, and it hurt just thinking about it. The only good thing about getting wasted the night before is that he knew how many Vodka shots he could handle.
Gilbert moved past a handful of other workstations and averted his gaze when he passed the panoramic window in the main hallway. The sun was shining brightly outside, a typical Summer morning of an otherwise atypical day.
Skylar worked three floors above him, so he took the elevator at the end of the corridor to reach her. As he stepped out of the square metal contraption with bright red buttons and a garish display up top, he was invaded by a feeling of uneasiness he couldn’t really explain. What could she possibly want from him? He wasn’t in any trouble, right?
The uncanny sensation refused to leave him until he arrived at her desk and found her talking on the phone with a client. He immediately stopped worrying about everything when he saw her.
Thomas was right. She had never looked more attractive in her black leather skirt and white shirt combo. Her makeup was soft but highlighted her lips and eyelashes to perfection, and her eyes were filled with an overwhelming radiance that melted him to the core. She was beautiful and hot, and he was going to stammer for sure the moment she talked to him.
He waited silently while she finished her call, undecided whether his gaze should linger on her plump red lips or the naughty button of her shirt that was about to pop. His cock hardened at the sight of both. No woman had ever had such a powerful influence over him, and he wasn’t sure it would ever be topped.
Finally, she put down the phone and acknowledged his presence with a subtle wink.
“Good morning, Gil,” she tapped her wristwatch. “I was wondering if you’d forgotten to climb out of bed this morning.”
“I had a little traffic situation,” he lied. “It won’t happen again. You wanted to see me, Skylar?”
“Yes, I did. We need to talk, but not here. Will you walk with me, Gil?”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll know in a minute,” she said caressing her silky stockinged legs. “For now, just keep quiet and do as I say, okay?”
“I’m sorry, but what’s this all about?”
“Shh... be patient.”
He trailed behind her as she led him to the far end of the floor. Past the bathrooms, there was a storage closet where they kept the cleaning supplies. Skylar pulled the key out of her cleavage, opened the door, and, after double-checking to see if there was no one else around, ushered him in much to his surprise. As he was about to protest, she locked the door behind her and turned on the lights.
“Here we are,” she purred, unbuttoning her shirt. “God, I missed this so much!”
“Skylar, what on earth are you talking about? What’s going on?”
“Not a word, Gil. I need this and I suspect you do, too. Just stare at my boobs and it will all come back to you.”
Gilbert stared incredulously as the gorgeous woman undid her bra and kicked it away from her, revealing the pure perfection of her untamed breasts. His head suddenly became lighter as if a huge weight had been lifted off of him. His legs faltered and he felt every muscle in his body loosening up. Skylar cupped her boobs with her petite heads, groping and squeezing the pink flesh until her nipples became fully erect, pointing at him.
“Hmm, you’re so cute when you go under for me...” she said. “Don’t resist it, babe.”
Gilbert’s brain floated for a few seconds between a state of full awareness and blissful unconsciousness, wondering what she meant by that. Had this happened before? If so, when? And how many times exactly? Contradictory questions bombarded his synapses waiting for a response that was not to come unless she wanted to.
“Aww, look at you trying to process what’s happening as always. It never gets old to see you struggle, but the outcome is inevitable. You will fall for my boobs. Do it now!”
The young secretary licked her lips and firmly pressed her right nipple as if it were a button on a remote control. The soft, squishing sound echoed in Gilbert’s ears as he collapsed helplessly between her boobs. Like a soft cushion, they cradled him in, and he smiled vacantly as his conscious self was being stripped away from him.
“What a good boy...” she whispered. “Sink deeper and deeper. You hear only my words and see only my boobs. Remember who you are. I want to play with my boob thrall, and you want the same. Sink. Submit. Obey. Suck my boobs and don’t stop until I give the order.”
Gilbert opened his mouth and bit her nipple gently, ensnared by the arousing trigger. As he savored the tenderness of her feminine flesh, Skylar’s hands caressed his dirty blonde hair, drawing circles and spirals on his scalp that deepened the hypnotic spell in his mind. His tumescent organ rubbed against her leather skirt, the erotic friction almost making him explode in a pool of cum.
“Don’t even think about it,” Skylar commanded. “You’re here for my pleasure and satisfaction, not yours. You will lick, bite, and suck on command, but your dick stays hard and frustrated. I come first, not you.”
Gilbert nodded silently, his lips filled with her creamy skin. It was as if he was having the most vivid erotic dream of his life and waking up from it was not only impossible but also blasphemy. He continued to suck her scrumptious tits, no longer worried about trifling things like the possibility of getting caught or being exposed in front of his co-workers. What would Thomas say if he knew what was going on inside that closet? Whatever it was, he didn’t care.
“Good slave, completely powerless before me. There’s only my will. There are only my boobs. You must obey.”
“Mfff...” he mumbled, hard and defeated, nothing but a piece of flesh to be used at her discretion. His brain had completely melted into a puddle that existed only to reflect her commands.
“That’s enough,” Skylar glanced at her watch. “People will notice if we’re gone for too long, so stop and drop to your knees.”
Dismayed, yet eager to obey, Gilbert sank heavily to the closet floor, vitreous eyes fixated on her immaculate boobs. 
“Hmm, I really needed to be worshiped like that,” she gently rubbed his chin with her right index finger. “You did great, slave. My Mondays wouldn’t be as tolerable without your complete subservience. “Unfortunately for you, this is where your brain shuts down. You will not remember what happened today as always, but you will wish for the next week to come as quickly as possible. This is our little hypnotic secret, and it will always be so.”
She started getting dressed as he remained stationary, absorbed by her control. In the three years since they had met, a lot of things had happened between them from the day she confessed her love of hypnosis to his insensitive chuckle saying that was dumb. The first trance happened the day after, but he would never have those memories back. The consensual dare that had started it all was now nothing more than a fantasy lost in the edge of Time.
Five minutes after she left the closet, he shook his head to return to the world of conscious beings and stared awkwardly at the door. He was as aroused as confused, yet happy. Whatever had transpired ever since arriving at the office could only be a good thing.
Throughout the week, he remained ecstatic, with fleeting impressions of her juicy breasts still lingering on his lips. While he would never be certain if they were true or not, there was one thing he knew that could not be denied. He loved Mondays and couldn’t wait for the next one.

The End