Statement Piece

“That’s a really fun necklace, looks like you’ll always know what time it is.”

He smiles at her and makes a point to look deep into her light brown, golden brown eyes. She is the office manager and a bit older than him, but he cannot tell how much. He’s new at the office, not too far removed from college, and it’s the end of his first week. He makes a point not to ogle her, or hit on her, because she is fantastically curvy and remarkably attractive.

“Oh I don’t use it for that, but I suppose could, it’s a statement piece, it’s there to draw the eye.”

Her skin is creamy white, touched with a hint of a tan that brings out her freckles, and her hair is a vibrant natural, curly red. As she tells him it’s there to “draw the eye” he almost laughs out loud, her breasts don’t need any help catching a passing gaze.

“And,” her voice drops to a stage whisper, “I use it for something else.”

“Really, what’s that?” He hopes she isn’t flirting with him, but it feels like just being close to her makes everything he’s doing feel like a flirt.

“I hypnotize people with it,” she leans in a little closer to him with a gleam in her eye and shares a conspiratorial smile with him, “And I think it’s your turn.”

“Um, that probably won’t work on me.” He offers the words as an attempt to escape that matter of fact statement, but she puts her hand on his arm and looks up into his eyes. He doesn’t imagine there’s a world, let alone this one, where what she just said is a normal thing for anyone to say, especially not at work, and not to an… underling? He supposes that’s what he is, at least in the hierarchy.

She is a good deal shorter than him, and he can’t help looking down her wine red blouse for just a second. He sees the splash of freckles across the tops of her breasts and does his best not to admire her cleavage.

It’s not an easy task, it’s very admirable and he knows it.

“Of course it will, here, hold on,” she waves a hand in front of his face, snapping her fingers as she does, and the motion and unexpected noise makes his brain skip a beat. By the time he refocuses, she is unclasping the golden chain that ends in the pocket watch that hangs from around her neck.

“Just watch the watch now, just watch the watch with your eyes, back and forth, that’s it, your eyes want to follow, you want to do this, just watch it swinging back and forth.”

She is still very close to him, but holds her arm up and chokes up on the chain so the watch is just above his eye level.

“You’re being hypnotized right now, you don’t have to try and think it won’t work or talk yourself out of it, just keep doing what I’m telling you and then you’ll be in a very deep trance. You actually want this, your eyes want to keep watching, back and forth.”

She snaps her fingers with her other hand, and when she does it makes him blink. His eyes feel heavier after they open, and he wonders if it is working already.

“Just keep watching the watch, you’re feeling it happen because you want it to happen. It’s natural to go into trance, you actually need to go into trance throughout the day, and once you start to feel happen, your mind and body instinctively need to let it happen.”

The watch swings and his eyes follow, partially out of curiosity, and partially out of the slow building sense of compulsion that she has just mentioned.

“You see, your eyes want to follow, just follow the watch back and forth and back,” she snaps again and he blinks at the sound, “and forth, even as your eyes get heavier and heavier now.”

She is upbeat and confident, but there is a conspiratorial energy to her words, and the sound of her voice is growing softer, making him listen more closely, making him feel closer to her as she continues on.

“Just keep watching the watch, as your eyes get heavier and heavier,” she snaps and he blinks, “back and forth, and back and forth,” she snaps again and he blinks again, “just moving your eyes, just your eyes, and feeling those eyelids starting to get so heavy, heavier and heavier now as you watch the watch.”

Part of him thinks that since this is all pretty ridiculous to him, he just decides to smiles and obliging her. But, his eyelids are fluttering and he does feel different, strange, like he is feeling heavier and lighter all at once, and he finds that his eyes are automatically following the watch now.

He finds himself watching it swing back and forth, getting heavier and heavier with every swing.

“That’s good, that’s right, your eyelids are really heavy now, it’s making you blink,” she snaps, “it’s making your eyelids flutter,” she snaps again and his eyelids can barely open, ”and you feel them wanting to close now, you feel them wanting to close so much that every time you blink, blink,” he blinks without her snapping, he blinks with her say so, “you feel how badly they just want to stay closed, and that’s how you know it’s working, that’s how you know I’m actually hypnotizing you.”

He feels it happening, he feels himself starting to fall backwards into himself mentally. He feels like she is so close to him and that he is far away from her, like his mind is starting to float up while his body is starting to sink down.

She grabs him by the arm again, “Keep your eyes open, just watch the watch, just keep your eyes open a little longer.” 

He does. 

He feels her voice and her instructions anchor him, and it feels good. It feels good to feel this way, there is something compelling about the feeling, he wants to sink into it, or be carried away by it, but he keeps his eyes open and watches the golden pocket watch swinging back and forth.

“Your eyes are getting heavier and heavier, heavier and heavier now and it’s spreading through your entire body. It’s starting in your heavy, sleepy head, and moving down your neck and your shoulders, down your arms, and down your back, your hands feel heavy, like they’re heavy enough to make you lean forward, and your legs are getting tired, too tired to stand. You want to sink, you want to just sink down and close your eyes… here.”

She keeps the watch swinging but tugs gently on his arm, making him sit down in the chair behind him, “That’s better, but don’t close your eyes yet, don’t close your eyes until the watch disappears. In fact, you can’t keep your eyes off the watch now. Your eyelids can’t stay closed now, even when you blink, you feel them open all by themselves no matter how much you want to keep them closed. You can’t take your eyes off the watch, it’s impossible, just watch it swinging back and forth, just keep watching until it disappears, just…”

She stops the pocket watch’s swinging and slowly lowers it down into her blouse, down into her cleavage, and she leans forward slightly since he is sitting down, and he can’t help but follow the watch as it disappears between her breasts and… “sleep.”

His eyes close and he falls away into the quiet darkness of a light trance; it feels good. His mind is quiet, his body is still, and he is aware that he is not in his own conscious mind. He feels a distance between his mind and his body, his self and his being, and her voice is calling out to him with unflinching confidence and smothering softness. 

“You are on your way to being deeply hypnotized, you are feeling wonderfully relaxed and your mind feels so slow and quiet, you feel so happy to feel so blank, but you have to wake up now.”

A loud snap of her fingers is followed by her saying, “wake up now”, and another snap as she tells says more loudly, “eyes open and wide awake now”, peppered with more snaps until he feels like the warm, heavy, sleepy softness of his body, and the distant, floating, passive and peaceful relaxation of his mind is all gone, leaving him to open his eyes and look up into hers. They are soft and sticky as golden brown honey, and when he speaks, he feels their pull one him, and it is hard for him to articulate his feelings and his befuddled thoughts.

“I didn’t, um…” he feels disoriented and confused, and the pleasant feeling is fading, replaced by his disassociation, “you just hypnotized me and I didn’t…”

She laughs and waves her hand across his face and downward, the gesture makes him feel strange, like he is sagging down into his chair and his words are falling down out of his head, “Of course you wanted me to hypnotize you, everyone wants me to hypnotize them, and if you didn’t want to be hypnotized, you wouldn’t have been so good at following my instructions. In fact,..”

She snaps her fingers across his face and says, “Sleep.” His eyes flutter shut for a second, but he doesn’t want to fade away again. He fights it and takes a deep breath that centers him, it allows him to open his eyes.

It feels like swimming up through warm water, but when all a very powerful part of him wants is to just stop struggling so he can sink back down to the bottom.

She smiles as he opens his eyes, “See, you can’t be hypnotized if you don’t want to be, but everyone…”

She unbuttons the next button down on her blouse, showing him more of her cleavage before reaching down and slowly pulling her pocket watch out from between her breasts “wants to be hypnotized by me, so just watch the watch now. Watch the watch, and as it swings, notice how the more you’re thinking of resisting me, and the more you’re thinking or trying to stand up and walk away, the heavier your body is getting. Watch the watch and feel yourself getting weighed down by your desire to be hypnotized by me. Just watch the watch back and forth, feeling your desire to go deeper getting so much stronger, making you so much heavier now. Heavier and heavier because you want to be hypnotized.”

The watch swings in front of her cleavage as she leans in closer to him, and his eyes follow it. “You’re getting so heavy, and it feel so good, because it feels good to get what you want, it feels good to be hypnotized by me. It feels so good to watch my watch, and every swing is making you feel even better, and even heavier.”

The softness in her voice coils around him, and her confidence is infectious. He feels her words becoming true as he takes another slow breath and feels his eyelids getting heavier and heavier with every swing. He feels a tease of arousal from the intimacy of the moment while he cannot help but also see the tops of her freckled breasts.

“But, if you don’t really want to be hypnotized, it doesn’t matter how good it feels or how wonderfully heavy and sleepy you’re becoming, you will be able to stand up right now. If you want this to stop, you can just reach down deep and stand up, or, you can notice that the harder you try and move, the heavier and sleepier you become.”

He feels himself put his weight down into his feet and makes a try at standing up, but the only things that move are small things inside him, small shifts that don’t make his body move in any real way. He stares into her cleavage as the watch continues to swing, and his blinking, fluttering eyes are making his mind feel so light and distant.

“Don’t stop trying now, here…” she raises the watch slightly, “just follow the watch with your eyes, and feel it pulling your body up.”

She snaps her fingers as she says “up”, and repeats the word again and again, snapping every time, and the higher the watch rises, the higher he sits, then slowly he finds himself standing, following the watch as it continues to swing.

As he stands upright, still fascinated by the watch, unable to look away and constantly jolted in and out of the creeping, cloudy, shadowy torpor spreading across his mind, having been unable to stop himself from feeling it pull him to his feet, she lowers it back to just above her breasts.

His forehead dips down slightly as his eyes move to follow it, and as he stares into her cleavage while the watch continues to swing, she pokes him in the forehead and says, “Sleep!”

She says it with the force and volume of one of her snaps, and he sinks back and down into the chair, his eyes closing as he collapses into it, his world fading into soft darkness, shuddering after someone has turned off the lights.

“Listen to the sound of my voice, listen only to the sound of my voice, in just a moment I am going to snap my fingers, and when you do, you will open your eyes and remain deeply hypnotized and paralyzed by the wonderful heaviness of being hypnotized. Nod your head that you understand, nod your head and fall deeper into the pleasure now.”

He nods, and as he does, he feels her weight on his lap, and feels her pull his head to her chest. He is resting his head on her breasts as she continues to speak and stroke his head. He also feels her grind her hips down on him, and it feels good. He is getting hard, very hard as she continues to grind slowly against him.

“You will open your eyes, and the more you want to move, the more impossibly paralyzed you will become, and when you finally realize you can’t move, your whole body will become numb and warm, leaving you happily hypnotized and entranced. You will do this for me because you want to, and you want to do it because you need to do it. You need to do it because you’re deeply hypnotized by me, and you’re deeply hypnotized by me because you wanted me to hypnotize you, and you want to be hypnotized by me because it feels so good.”

He hears a little groan of pleasure in his ear, and then another and another as her gentle grinding shifts and picks its pace just a little bit more. Then, after a moment of silence, she stops her grinding, and he hears a snap in his ear.

The sight of her freckled cleavage fills his eyes, and he feels her hands on his head, stroking and massaging his neck. She rolls her hips against his and slowly grinds herself against his erection again. 

He cannot move, he cannot look up into her eyes, he can only stare forward into her cleavage. Her bra is different shades of pastel pink, but he does not see a lot of it, just enough of a hint to entice and excite him even more.

He feels her hands grip his head with more purpose as the pace of her hips changes again, rolling faster as the force of her weight pushes against his cock, still firmly in his pants, intensifies. In the span of a few breaths she is cradling his head to her breasts, her hips off of his, and her voice floating down into his paralyzed, waking dream.

She sits down on his lap again and he stares forward, his mouth searching for words to form thoughts he cannot find or put to order, and then he sees the golden pocket watch descend on its chain, squarely down between her breasts. She is wearing it again, not dangling it, and his eyes are drawn to it, pulled into sharp focus from her luscious breasts and deep cleavage.

“Watch the watch as it sits so still, just like you, watch the watch as everything gets so much harder and harder. Your hard cock is making it hard to remember, and the harder it is to remember, the harder your cock is getting. You’re swelling up so big now, just like my big tits, and its so hard for you to look at my tits from now on and not thinking of my pocket watch swinging, hypnotizing you. And the harder it gets to get even harder, when you’re as hard as you can get, when it’s too hard to move, or think or remember, just aching, swelling, feeling everything now, you’ll realize that my breasts are just as hypnotic as my pocket watch, just as hypnotic as watching it swing back and forth. Your eyes will go back and forth from breast to breast, instantly hypnotizing you at a glance, seeing my pocket watch between them, seeing my tits will make the pocket watch swing as your eyes move back and forth from breast to breast, always making you a little bit hypnotized now. And it will happen because you want to be hypnotized by me, and you want to be hypnotized by me because you need to be hypnotized by me.”

He is rock hard and his balls ache. He is dripping, making a small damp spot on his pants, and she is on top of him, showing him nothing more than one more unbuttoned button, while her voice, confident and vibrant, and soft and constricting in equal measures, touches him and entangles him more than any sex he has ever had.

Her fingers run through his hair, her tits pull at him, and he sees, or feels that he sees the pocket watch swinging in front of them, but she is still and so is the chain.

“That’s it, just watch it swinging in your eyes, watch the watch swinging back and forth in front of my tits, back and forth and back and,” she snaps, “sleep, deep.” 

He feels her soft breasts on his face when his eyes close and his head tilts forward. “Good boy, it feels so good to be hypnotized by me, it feels so good to obey my pocket watch and my tits. Now listen to me, listen to the sound of my voice and sink into me. Sink into my words, sink down into my cleavage, and feel me all around you. I’m all around your mind and your body, my voice is inside your head, your thoughts are between my breasts, but you’re not inside me, are you?”

He mumbles “No” into her cleavage, and feels her caress the back of his head.

“But you want to be. You want to be inside me, you want to be inside my control, but right now you’re just under me, you’re just under my power, and don’t you want to be so deep inside me that it feels like your cock needs it? And doesn’t that feel like your mind needs it? You can tell me, you want to tell me, you need to tell me now.”

He feels her soft, heavy tits pressed into his face, and feels the gentle caress of her hands on his head. He is in a dream, sleeping in between reality and emptiness, he is in heaven. ”Don’t you,” she grinds down on him and whispers in his ear in a deep, soft breathy hush, “want to be inside me?”

He moans in answer, and she cradles his head tighter to her breasts, “I felt your cock twitch, I know that’s a yes. But if you want to be inside me… inside my power, you need to be completely mine. Your mind needs to be all mine so your body and that nice thick cock can be all mine. And I can feel it, it needs to be inside me, and doesn’t that make you want to just give your free will to me now?”

Her skin is so soft, both her hands and the little bit of her exposed breasts he feels on his face. He wans to say yes, he wants to answer, but it’s hard, he’s so hard, all he can muster is another groan.

“Listen,” she slides off of him and gently pushes his head back with one hand and snaps in his ear with the other, “open your eyes, and feel the way they’re drawn to my pocket watch.”

As his eyes open into the surreal world of deeply hypnotized trance, he sees her put her necklace back on.

“You’re so deeply hypnotized by just a little bit of cleavage, a hint of my bra, and this necklace that,  what do you think will happen if you see more of my breasts? Do you think you’ll go even deeper, or do you think you’ll just melt into a mindless, hypnotized slave?”

“Of course,” she starts to unbutton the next button on her blouse, “it doesn’t matter what you think will happen, it only matters that it is happening now.”

He sees the shape and size of her tits and her bra as the next button she is toying with is below her breasts, and he feels like he is being stretched. 

His mind is in her cleavage, soft and smothered, and his cock is rock hard and leaking, but his awareness is pulling away from himself.

“And aren’t you so much deeper already? This next button is going to taken you even deeper, or make you feel even more melted and mindless, and it’s what you want to feel, it’s what you need to feel, because once these last two buttons are open and I take off my bra, you’ll finally be ready to be in my power, and not just under my control.”

He sits in the chair, in a catatonic trance with his eyes open, and the stretching feeling continues. He feels like he is falling and falling and falling backwards out of his head and into darkness, but then the light catches her pocket watch as it dangles between her breasts, or she rubs them and massages them for a moment before teasing the next button, and he stirs into semi-consciousness, only to sink back down.

“Deeper and deeper, you are under my control, the more you see, the more hypnotized you become. The more hypnotized by my breasts and my pocket watch you become, the more suggestible and open to the sound of my voice you are. Everything I say is true, everything I say is completely true, and the truth makes you want to trust me, you want to trust me, because you need to be inside me… you need to be in my power, so you want to trust me and my hypnotic tits completely.”

He is drooling a little, and he is still just a puddle of a person in his chair, with his cock being the only hard part of his body, certainly not his mind.

“Look,” the button comes undone, but as he stares at her, watching, waiting, and expecting her fingers to move to the last button, anticipating the last one coming undone and watching her blouse take her blouse off, and then her bra, she snaps her fingers instead, “sleep.”

His eyes flutter shut, but the distant sound of her voice and more snapping fingers bring him back into consciousness.

“…and wide awake and out of trance, you’re not hypnotized at all. You can stand up and walk out of my office and regain all of your control, and be forever free of my hypnosis, or…”

His thoughts are a blur, but they’re sharpening with every word she speaks. He realizes that she has been hypnotizing him, and getting off on him. She has been sexually manipulating him while swinging that pocket watch necklace like a cartoon hypnotist, and he needs to…

“Look,” she opens her unbuttoned blouse to show him her bare, freckled breasts and the golden pocket watch dangling between them, and the lights go out.

He feels a tidal wave of warm, smothering arousal and darkness wash over his mind and body as his eyes close. The image of her large, perfect breasts fills the emptiness in his mind, and a thread of conscious thought remains, clinging to the image of their naked size and shape, framing the pocket watch with their freckled softness and undeniable prominence. 

He goes limp in the chair as the image grows ever larger in his memory and imagination, and as it does, the wet spot on his pants is growing larger and larger while his breath catches and his body quivers in ecstasy.

She straddles him again, “I wasn’t expecting that, but it doesn’t matter, because you’re ready to be inside me. Or you will be… shortly.” 

She laughs softly at her own joke.

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you, because your mind is mine, and you’re going to give me everything that you are. You’re going to cum your free will into me and be my hypnotized fuck slave, my hypnotized tit slave, forever. Now, you can still feel me all around you,” she snaps, “so suck on my tits right now.”

She puts a nipple to his lips and he does what he’s told.

“Back and forth from tit to tit, just like the pocket watch swinging, suck on one, and then you hear me snap, suck on the other. That’s it. You’re making me even wetter now. Nothing gets me off like brainwashing someone, but my nipples are very sensitive, and you’re going to make me cum by worshiping them. You’re going to make me cum over and over while you cock starts to get hard again, and… uhhhh…”

She snaps, and leads him to her other breast while her hips push down on his. Time has no meaning to him, nor can he count the number of times she snaps, and the number of times she moans. All he can do is worship and obey, and as he does, her voice fills his empty mind, a mind that’s still between her breasts.

“That’s… that’s enough…” she snaps her fingers, “follow me up, up on your feet.” She slides off his lap and stands, then takes his hands in hers and pulls him to his feet. He stands there, eyes open and in a dream, his gaze fixed on her nipples, and for a moment, just a moment, she stands and smiles at him.

Then her hands are on her breasts, massaging them, making the pocket watch disappear between them, her gentle hypnotic caress stopping only to softly pinch her pert nipples. “Take off your clothes and like flat on your back.”

He stands, spellbound by her tits, but unable to move after that, unable to respond to the command she given him. He tries to move, to strip for her, but his hands scarcely start to move before her breasts drain the motion from his body. 

She snaps her fingers across his face and says, “You have no choice, do it now,” then covers her breasts with her hands and arms.

He undresses, including pulling off his cum splattered boxers, sticky from the surprise orgasm that struck when he saw her naked breasts for the first time. He is hard, but not fully, and she slides out of her skirt, then pulls her panties down, but leaves her boots on.

He can neither say or do anything as she straddles his chest, “Put your hand on your cock and stroke it. Stroke it till it is full and hard, and keep it that way until I tell you to stop.”

She snaps her fingers and he obeys, then she slides off his chest and on to his face.  “Keep stroking, and” she snaps again, “lick my pussy.”

She isn’t there long, just long enough to cum one more time, and cum hard. 

“You’re drinking me in, taking me inside of you, taking my essence inside of you, and as you taste it, as it soaks into you, my voice is soaking into your body, my will is socking into your skin and bones. Taste me, taste my cum, taste my power, taste your own weakness compared to my strength. Taste me and feel the aphrodisiac of my pleasure overcoming you now. Feel it, and stop stroking.”

She leans back and pushes his hand away from his cock to grip it in her own and give it a tug, then says to herself, “That’s good.”

There is no elegance or seduction to her approach now, and no need for it. She stands, walks herself backwards a step, and naked save for her boots, squats down, grabs his cock again, and guides it into her wet, warm, slick pussy, sliding down on it with a soft moan from the pleasure of conquest.

“Now you’re inside me,” her hands press on his chest as her hips roll forward, now you’re completely in my power. And when I tell you to, when I give you permission, you’re going to cum your free will deep into me. You’re going to cum your self control into me, giving it to me, giving my complete and total domination over your mind and body. You’ll never be free from my power, you’ll never be free from my control, you’ll be inside me forever, and your body will just be a puppet, and your mind will be a shell of itself. After all, we already know it’s right here between my tits, look at them.”

He watches in silence, his consciousness more present than before, but powerless. He watches the beautiful bounce and jiggle of her creamy, freckled tits as she rides him slowly, working herself up and down his length with an intensity he can understand as selfish. 

There’s a deep, refreshing sense of wholeness that comes from being at least partially conscious. He knows she is using his body, he knows she doesn’t care about his pleasure. He’s a prop in her play, a toy in her game, and as he thinks this, as he watches it unfold, his eyes are drawn back to her breasts.

“Just watch the watch now,” she squeezes her tits together and it disappears and reappears in her cleavage. That awareness, the lucid dreamlike state of self he is aware off, his conscious mind, falls away again, losing his awareness of his passivity, making him only a creature of the moment again.

He is inside her, he is in her power, and as her hands move to her neck, the chain comes free and the watch starts to swing back and forth across her breasts as the languid, measured roll of her hips takes his cock deeper into her.

“Back and forth, just watch the watch as it swings back and forth. It’s all so hypnotic, my tits, my pussy, my voice, the watch, it’s all hypnotizing you into ultimate release now, ultimate surrender into me. You’re deep inside me, and when you cum you’ll go even deeper, lost forever, so deep that you’ll never fully wake from trance. When you cum inside me, you’ll shoot all of your free will, what’s left of it at least, so deep inside me, so deep that you will be lost inside my power forever. And it’s what you want, it’s what your cock needs. Being inside me now and forever is the only thing that matters, the only thing you want, the only thing you need, so just watch the watch.”

He gasps, he groans, but he does not speak or move. 

His eyes cannot look away from the watch and her breasts.

“Watch the watch, and go deeper inside me. Watch my tits, back and forth, follow my watch bath and forth from tit to tit, hypnotized and under my power, ready to cum inside me… read to cum into my control… cum,” her fingers snap, “into my control. Cum for my tits, cum for my hypnosis, cum inside me,” she snaps, ”and cum into slavery now.”

It starts to happen and he feels her grind down on him.

“Cum...”

Her tits jiggle and she holds the pocket watch still in front of them as she snaps again.

“…now.”

His breath escapes with a deep, primal groan of ecstasy.

She snaps, and snaps, and snaps, and he cannot look away from her huge, hypnotizing, mind bending tis.

“Cum now, cum now, cum now my slave.”

His cock cannot stop spurting, not until it finally does. Then slowly, she slides off of him while his dick goes soft, and leans close, smothering his face with her soft breasts, “Now sleep.”

He tries to keep his eyes open, there’s no snap this time, and he needs to keep staring, “Just sleep now, sleep for my tits slave. You’re mine, you’re inside me, sleep in my power and obey me slave.”

His eyes close and he lies there on the floor of her office.

When he wakes, he wakes into slavery… just like everyone else in the office, though most of her hypnotized thralls weren’t brainwashed in quite that way.