Chapter 2: Building Tension
Alex sat at his desk, his eyes scanning the rows of data on his screen, but his mind was elsewhere. The memory of Emma, swaying and dancing under his command, was seared into his consciousness. The guilt that had nipped at him throughout their encounter was a steady gnaw now, a hunger that wouldn't be satisfied by the remnants of his conscience.
He glanced up as the elevator dinged open, and Bianca stepped onto their floor. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, and her curvaceous figure was accentuated by a modest gray pencil skirt and a white blouse.
She carried a large cup of coffee in one hand and a stack of files in the other. As she walked past, Alex caught her attention and waved her over.
"Hey, Bianca," he called out, trying to keep his voice casual despite the turmoil in his mind.
Bianca smiled and made her way over to his cubicle. "Hey, Alex. What's up?" she asked, setting her coffee down on the corner of his desk.
"Not much," Alex replied, his eyes flicking away from hers for a moment. He couldn't shake the image of Emma dancing under his command. The temptation high but his guilt too much. He snapped back to reality. The curvaceous but fit women before him was hot but also always very distant to him, perfect for testing. "Bianca, I need a second opinion." He heard himself saying "do these numbers add up?" He pushed a set of financial reports towards her. He had no real need for her help, but he wanted to keep her close. Alex rubbed his temples, trying to push away the memories of Emma and focus on the task at hand.
Bianca tilted her head as she scanned the documents.
"Looks like there's a discrepancy in the third quarter," she noted, her finger tracing a line of figures. "It's a significant amount too. You might want to look into that."
Alex nodded. "Look closer, relax, let the numbers come to you." Alex modulated his voice with a subtle, rhythmic cadence. He had found a balance--subtle enough not to be noticed, yet effective enough to sway his subjects.
Bianca leaned in, her forehead creasing in concentration. "I'm not sure. It might just be a typo," she murmured, her eyes seemed to drift all over the paper she started to loose her concentration.
“Look closer, Bianca, just relax,” Alex repeated softly, his voice maintaining the same rhythmic pattern.
Bianca’s eyes closed momentarily, a small sigh escaping her lips as she leaned back. When she opnened her eyes again they were glassy.
Alex's heart pounded in his chest. He watched as her eyelids fluttered shut once more. He knew that he should stop, that this was wrong, but the temptation to push further was too powerful to resist.
"Bianca," Alex said softly, his voice steady and calm. "I want you to stand up and walk to the empty meeting room. When you get there, you'll feel relaxed and comfortable. You will want to help me with a small favor.
To his shock, Bianca nodded slowly, her eyes still closed as she rose from her seat. Alex stood up, his heart racing as he watched her make her way to the corner where the meeting room was.
The office was filled with the usual hum of activity, but no one seemed to notice the strange trance Bianca was in. Alex quickly gathered his things and followed her, his mind a whirlwind of guilt and excitement.
He opened the door to the small, windowless meeting room, and Bianca walked in, her steps slow and steady. She turned to face him, her eyes still glazed over, a soft smile playing on her lips.
"What do you need me to do, Alex?" she asked, her voice dreamy and subdued.
Alex hesitated, his conscience warring with his desires. He knew this was wrong, but the power was intoxicating. "Take your shoes off." She slipped out of her heels revealing a tan pantyhose encasing her cute feet. She had pretty feet with red painted toenails. "You know what a footjob is Bianca?" Alex asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his heart pounding in his chest. He watched as Bianca's brow furrowed slightly, her mind trying to make sense of the question.
"Take off your pantyhose," Alex instructed, his voice steady and calm. "You want to please me. You'll feel pleasure yourself too."
Bianca nodded slowly, her movements sluggish as she reached down and began to peel her pantyhose off. Alex watched, his breath coming in short gasps as her feet were revealed, one by one. He felt a surge of desire.
The sight of her feet, so vulnerable and perfectly shaped, was arousing. But was it really her desire or just his influence? He felt a pang of doubt and guilt.
"Bianca, look at me," he said, his voice steady. "I want you to feel good, okay? This is about you too."
Bianca's eyes met his, but they were still glassy and unfocused. She nodded slowly, her feet moving towards him.
Alex's heart pounded as her feet approached his lap. He knew he was playing with fire. This was so wrong, but the thrill of power was overwhelming.
Bianca's soft, warm feet brushed against his thighs, sending a jolt of sensation through him. Her toes wiggled gently, as if testing the waters. Alex placed his hands on her ankles, his fingers tracing the delicate bones beneath her skin. He could feel her pulse, rapid and erratic. She was nervous, but also aroused. He could see it in her half-lidded eyes, in the way her breath hitched as he touched her.
"Alex," she whispered, her voice barely audible. I would do anything to please you."
Alex's heart skipped a beat.
He felt a mixture of excitement and guilt churning in his stomach. He knew this was wrong, but the power he held over her was intoxicating. He took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his thoughts and actions.
"Bianca, stop," Alex whispered, his voice shaking slightly. "This isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this."
Alex's voice was a mere whisper, but it carried the weight of his turmoil. He looked into Bianca's glazed eyes, seeing her confusion and helplessness. Guilt gnawed at him, a visceral ache in his chest. He knew he needed to stop, to end this before it went any further. But the power, the control—it was a siren's call he couldn't ignore.
"Alex, please don't turn me down." She spread her legs revealing a clean shaven pussy. "WTF? Bianca." He was in shock "Please Alex treat me as the whore I want to be." He saw through her glazed eyes the desire burning inside her. He did not start it but he nutured it for his cause. The guilt washed away. "Okay Bianca where were we?... ah right Footjob." Bianca’s soft, delicate hands reached for his belt, her long fingers deftly unbuckling it with practiced ease. Alex caught his breath as he realized what was happening, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Bianca, wait," he tried to say, but the words caught in his throat. He knew this was wrong, that he shouldn't be letting this happen, but the sight of her, so willing and eager, was overwhelming.
He watched, virtually powerless, as she continued to undo his pants, her eyes never leaving his. He could see the desire burning behind her glazed gaze, and it sent a shiver of excitement down his spine.
He knew this was wrong, but the power coursing through him was intoxicating. He wanted to stop, but his body was betraying him, his heart pounding with a mix of guilt and arousal.
Bianca's hands were gentle yet confident as she pushed his pants down, exposing him. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a blend of submissiveness and desire that sent a jolt through him. He was frozen, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He knew he should stop this, but the sight of her, so willing and eager, was too much to resist.
His eyes locked onto hers, searching for any hint of protest, but all he saw was a mixture of desire and submission. He knew this was wrong, but the thrill of control was overpowering.
"Bianca," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Are you sure about this?"
Bianca's eyes met his, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I've never been more sure of anything, Alex."
The words sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his resolve crumble. He leaned back in the chair, his breath coming in short gasps as she began to move her feet against him.
He could feel her toes, her heels, as she explored him, her touch both gentle and insistent. It was difficult to separate reality from fantasy; Bianca, his colleague, his friend, was here, in this small meeting room, under his influence. He felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly pushed aside by the raw power of the moment.
Bianca's hands gripped his thighs, her fingers digging into his flesh as she moved her feet more rapidly. Alex could feel the heat building inside him, the tension coiling tightly. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the guilt, the wrongness of it all.
But the sensation was too powerful, the pleasure too intense. He could feel his body responding, his heartbeat quickening, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He was losing control, and he knew it. But he didn't care. Not in this moment.
Not with Bianca's feet working him, her touch perfect and demanding all at once. The room spun around him, the walls melting away until all that existed was the sensation, the pleasure. He heard her moan softly, the sound muffled and distant, but it spurred him on, driving him closer to the edge.
The guilt, the doubt—it all faded into the background, replaced by a raw, primal need. He was no longer the timid, unassuming Alex from before; he was a different man now, one who wielded power and took what he wanted.
And he wanted this. He wanted Bianca.
Every part of her, every touch, every moan. He felt like a god, standing above her, controlling her every move. He wanted to push her further, to see how far she would go. But he also knew that he was treading on dangerous ground. He had to be careful, to maintain control.
As he was about to climax, he forced himself to stop. He couldn't let this happen. Not so fast.
"Bianca," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
"Stop."
Bianca's movements slowed, her feet stilling on his thighs. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her voice soft and uncertain.
Alex took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his thoughts and actions. "No, Bianca," he said, his voice steady. "You did nothing wrong. I just... I need a moment."
He closed his eyes, leaning back in the chair and trying to steady his breath. The power he held over her was intoxicating, but he knew he had to be careful.
He couldn't lose control, couldn't let this moment consume him. He took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of control over his actions and his emotions.
"Bianca," he said, his voice steady and calm. "I want you to sit down and relax. Take a moment to catch your breath."
Bianca did as she was told, her movements slow and languid as she made her way to a chair in the corner of the room. She sat down, her eyes still glazed over, her body relaxed and pliant.
Alex watched her, his heart still pounding in his chest.
He felt a strange mixture of guilt, excitement, and power. He needed a moment to collect himself, to regain control. He looked around the small meeting room, his eyes landing on the small water glass sitting on the table. An idea began to form in his mind.
Without a word, Alex stood up and walked over to the glass. He unzipped his pants and let out a sigh of relief as he urinated into the glass. He felt a rush of adrenaline, a thrill at the taboo nature of what he was doing. He turned back to Bianca, his heart pounding in his chest.
Bianca watched him, her eyes still glazed over but a hint of curiosity in them. "Alex," she said, her voice soft and dreamy. "What are you doing?"
Alex swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure.
He watched as Bianca's glazed eyes followed his movements, a hint of curiosity and compliance evident on her face.
"Alex," she whispered, her voice soft and dreamy. "Can I drink that?"
Alex froze, the glass still in his hand. He hadn't expected this reaction. He looked at Bianca, her eyes on the glass, her expression one of curiosity and obedience. He felt a pang of guilt, a sense of unease churning in his stomach, but the power he held over her was overwhelming.
"Bianca," he said, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside him. "Are you sure you want to do that?"
Bianca nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving the glass. "Yes, Alex. I want to please you."
Alex hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest.
He knew this was crossing a line, but the power he held over Bianca was compelling. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Very well," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "But only if you really want to."
Bianca nodded enthusiastically, her eyes locked onto the glass. Alex felt a wave of guilt wash over him, but he pushed it aside. He couldn't back out now. He brought the glass over to her and held it out. Bianca took it from him, her hands trembling slightly. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and fear.
"I've never done this before," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Alex's heart raced as he watched her bring the glass to her lips. The sight of her, so submissive and eager, was both arousing and unsettling. He knew he should stop this, that he was playing with fire, but the power coursing through him was too intoxicating to resist.
Bianca took a tentative sip, her eyes watering at the taste. She made a face, but she didn't stop. Instead, she took another sip, larger this time, and then another. She took the glass in one hand the free one reaching out to Alex fly.
He felt her fingers gently encircling his shaft felt her grip tighten as she pulled him towards her. Alex watched in disbelief as Bianca lowered her head and her mouth began to encircle the tip of his cock. He felt a jolt of pleasure as her lips met his skin, her tongue darting out to taste him.
"Fuck," Alex muttered under his breath, his eyes closed as he reveled in the sensation of her mouth on him. He felt his cock twitch in her hand, his body responding to her touch. He reached out, his hands finding their way to her hair, his fingers entwining in her long brown locks.
He guided her head, urging her to take him deeper. Bianca obliged, her lips moving down his length, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Alex could feel his body tensing, his hips bucking slightly, urging her to move faster.
"Fuck, Bianca," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "You feel so fucking good."
He could feel the heat of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue. He could feel the tension building inside him, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. Bianca was shifting, rocking her skirt up and bringing the glass between her legs. As Alex neared orgasm Bianca used her free hands now to masturbate while also peeing in the glass.
The sound of her urine hitting the glass mixed with her moans of pleasure were intoxicating to Alex.
"Fuck, Bianca. You're a dirty little slut, aren't you? Peeing and sucking cock all at once." Alex grunted, his mind swimming in a mix of guilt and arousal. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but the sight of Bianca, so debauched and eager, was driving him wild.
Bianca moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through him.
She picked up the pace, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip of his shaft. Alex could feel the pressure building, the sensation of her warm, wet mouth driving him to the edge.
He looked down at her, her eyes glazed over, her hair a wild mess around her face. He could see the glass between her legs, her fingers working herself, her moans muffled by his cock. The sight of her, so debauched, so eager, sent a surge of adrenaline through him.
"Fuck, Bianca," he grunted, his hips bucking.
"I'm gonna come in that dirty little mouth of yours. Swallow every fucking drop."
Bianca moaned, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Alex. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He looked down at Bianca, her eyes watering, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him harder, faster.
"That's it, Bianca," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all. Be a good girl and take my cum."
He could feel it building, the pleasure coiling like a spring ready to snap.
He wanted to warn her, to tell her to take a deep breath when he came, but he couldn't find his voice. All he could do was groan her name, a guttural sound deep in his throat.
Bianca's eyes met his, her gaze locked onto him as she took him deeper, her lips meeting the base of his cock, her nose pressed against his pelvis. Alex felt a surge of power, of control, as he looked down at her. She was his, completely at his mercy, and she was loving every fucking second of it.
"Fuck, Bianca," he growled, his hands tightening in her hair.
Bianca moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his cock, sending jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out as she pushed herself down onto him, taking him deeper than he thought possible.
Alex felt the tension building, his orgasm coiling like a spring ready to snap. He looked down at Bianca, her eyes watering, her makeup smudged, and her hair a wild mess around her face. He had never seen her like this, so unhinged, so eager. It was fucking hot.
Sweat beaded on Alex's forehead as he panted, his heart pounding in his chest like a wild drum. Bianca's mouth was a fucking wonder, her lips tight around his cock, her tongue swirling and teasing. Every time she took him deep, her nose brushed against his pelvis, the sensation sending electric jolts straight to his balls.
He looked down at her, his eyes locked onto hers. She was a sight to behold, her hair a fucking mess, her makeup smeared, and her eyes watering. But she was fucking gorgeous like this, so unhinged, so eager. It was a fucking turn-on like no other.
He felt like a god, seeing her like this, her mouth a hot, wet haven for his cock. He wanted to make this last, but the pleasure was building too fast, too intense. He could feel his orgasm barreling towards him like a freight train, and there was no stopping it.
"Fuck, Bianca, I'm gonna come," he grunted, his hips jerking as he tried to warn her. But Bianca just moaned around his cock, her eyes rolling back in her head as she continued to suck him deeper and deeper.
Alex felt his orgasm hit him like a freight train, his body convulsing as he came hard, shooting his load into Bianca's mouth. She took it all, her lips sealed around him, her throat constricting as she swallowed every drop.
But instead of swallowing, Bianca held his release in her mouth, savoring the taste and texture before moving her tongue around, playing with it as if it were a delicious morsel. Alex watched in astonishment, his cock still twitching in her mouth as she explored the sensation of his seed. He couldn't believe it—not only had she taken his cum, but she was now playing with it like it was some sort of erotic delicacy.
Bianca looked up at him, her eyes glazed over but filled with a newfound intensity.
She released his cock from her mouth, letting it slip out with a soft pop. Alex watched, his breath catching in his throat, as she opened her mouth and tilted her head back slightly, her tongue playing with his cum, rolling it around as if she was savoring a delicious treat. The sight of her, so wanton and eager, sent a fresh jolt of arousal through him.
"Fuck, Bianca," he whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper.
Bianca's eyes met his, a small smile playing on her lips. She looked like a woman possessed, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and defiance. "I'm tasting you, Alex," she said, her voice husky and raw.
"I'm tasting us." She swallowed his cum, her eyes meeting his as she did. Then, without breaking his gaze, she reached for the heels she had slipped off earlier, the heels that now seemed like a distant lifetime ago.
Bianca picked up one of the heels and turned it upside down, letting the mix of cum and saliva fill the heel. She did the same with the other one, making sure both were equally filled. Alex watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as she brought the heels to her mouth.
"I want to wear you," she said, her voice a whisper. "I want to feel you on me, inside me." With that, she slipped her feet back into the heels, her toes pressing into the mixture of their combined fluids. The sight of her, so debauched, so wanton, sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing over him.
He wanted to fuck her, right then and there, pin her to the wall and lose himself in her. But as he looked down at her, he saw the first flicker of doubt in her eyes. The hypnosis was wearing off, and Bianca was starting to come back to herself. He had maybe thirty minutes, if he was lucky. Thirty minutes to put her back together and send her on her way.
Alex stepped back, his heart pounding in his chest. "Bianca," he said, his voice firm and steady. "You need to get yourself together. Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Then, you need to go back to work."
Bianca looked up at him, her eyes glazed over but with a hint of confusion beginning to break through. "What? Why?" she asked, her voice thick and slurred.
Alex saw the hint of confusion in her eyes, the first sign that the hypnosis was wearing off. "You need to listen to me now, Bianca," he said, his voice firm and steady. "You will go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Then, you will go back to your desk and continue working. You will not remember any of this."
Bianca blinked, her eyes clearing slightly as she nodded slowly. "Okay, Alex," she said, her voice still thick but with a newfound clarity. "I'll do that."
Alex watched as Bianca stood up and made her way to the door, her steps unsteady but determined. He waited until she had left the room before taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair. He felt a mix of excitement and guilt churning in his stomach, but he pushed it aside.
He had to act normal, to blend in. He hurried back to his cubicle, his heart still pounding in his chest. As he rounded the corner, he saw Charlotte, his nosy coworker he was currently working together with on a client, standing by his desk. Shit. He schooled his expression, trying to look calm and collected.
"Alex," she called out, her voice sharp. "Where have you been? I've been looking for you."
Alex tried to keep his voice steady, despite the turmoil raging inside him. "I, uh, I went out for some fresh air. The office was getting stuffy."
Charlotte narrowed her eyes, her gaze piercing. "Fresh air?" Charlotte scoffed, her eyebrows raising. "You look like you've been running a marathon. And your hair... well, it looks like you've been fucking with a wind machine."
Alex tried to laugh it off, but the guilt and excitement churning in his gut made it come out as more of a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, well, maybe I did get a little carried away. Long story."
Charlotte's eyes narrowed as she looked him up and down, but Alex could see the curiosity in her gaze. She loved a good office scandal, and he knew she was dying to know what had happened.
"Come on, Alex," she pressed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Spill the beans. You can't just disappear and come back looking like that without giving me something juicy to gossip about."
Alex chuckled nervously, trying to play it off. "It's really not that exciting, Charlotte. I just... stretched my legs a bit. You know how I get when I've been cooped up in the office all day."
Charlotte leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Stretched your legs? Or stretched something else? I saw the way you were looking at Bianca earlier. Don't think I didn't notice."
Alex felt a pang of panic, but he quickly pushed it down. "Charlotte, come on. You're reading too much into this.
Alex's voice was firm, but he could hear the nervousness underneath. Just because I looked at Bianca doesn't mean anything. It's not like I'm going to—"
"Stop right there, Alex." Charlotte interrupted, a sly smile playing on her lips. "I know when you're lying. And trust me, I'm not the only one who's noticed the way you look at her."
Alex felt a bead of sweat trickle down his spine. He knew Charlotte was relentless when she smelled a story, and he was in no mood to be her plaything. But he also knew he couldn't just brush her off.
"Alright, Charlotte," he said, a sigh escaping his lips. "You win. I will tell you everything. But not here.
Not in the open where anyone could overhear. Alex mentally kicked himself for not being more discreet. He'd have to be careful. He couldn't afford to draw attention to himself or Bianca.
"You're right, Charlotte," Alex admitted, trying to keep his voice calm. "Let's take this to the meeting room. I'll tell you everything there."
Charlotte's eyes widened, a glint of triumph flashing in her gaze. "Good. I'll meet you there in five minutes. And Alex?" She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't leave out any details."
Alex nodded, trying to keep his expression neutral. Inside, he was a whirlwind of anxiety and excitement. He needed to contain this situation, to keep Charlotte satisfied without revealing too much.
But as he made his way to the meeting room, an idea began to form in his mind. He remembered the power he had over Bianca, the ease with which he had controlled her. Maybe, just maybe, he could use that power on Charlotte.
Alex's heart began to race as he considered the possibilities. He knew it was risky, dangerous even. But he also knew that he couldn't afford to let Charlotte dig too deep, to expose what had happened between him and Bianca. He needed to make her forget, to make her see things his way.
He slipped into the meeting room, his mind made up. He would use his power on Charlotte, just as he had on Bianca. But he would be careful, subtle. He would make her forget.
Charlotte entered the room a few moments later, her eyes bright with curiosity and anticipation.
"So, Alex," she began, closing the door behind her. "I'm all ears. Spill the beans."
As soon as the door clicked shut, Alex acted swiftly, seizing the opportunity he had been pondering. "Charlotte," he said, his voice flat and matter-of-fact, as if he were discussing the weather. "Do you know what a mental surprise attack is?"
Charlotte's brows furrowed in confusion, her curiosity piqued. "A mental what now? Alex, I didn't come here to learn new age mumbo jumbo. I want to know about you and Bianca."
Alex felt a twinge of amusement at her reaction. He had anticipated this, the momentary hesitation, the flicker of doubt. It was perfect. "It's simple, really," he continued, his voice steady and confident.
"You see, a mental surprise attack is a form of hypnosis. A sudden, unexpected command that leaves the subject open to suggestion."
Charlotte rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Hypnosis? Really, Alex? You think you can hypnotize me?"
Alex couldn't help but grin, with his right hand he gripped her shoulder pressing a pressure point with his left he made a special move described in the book. Her face lost its expression and her body tension. With glassy eyes she stood before him.
"Charlotte," Alex commanded, his voice steady and firm, "forget what you saw outside just now. Forget the conversation we had. In five minutes, you will not remember any of this."
He paused, waiting for the suggestion to take hold, but Charlotte merely blinked, her expression unchanged. She didn't seem to be under his control. Panic began to rise within him.
"Charlotte," he tried again, his voice more insistent this time. "You will forget everything we discussed. You will not remember any of this conversation."
But again, Charlotte showed no sign of compliance. She remained standing before him, her eyes blank and unresponsive, but not in the way he had expected. The realization hit him like a punch in the gut. He couldn't make her forget, not like he had with Bianca. He needed her to be under his control first.
Realizing she will remember, he forms another plan. "Charlotte," he began, his voice low and commanding, "you will do everything I say. You will obey my commands without question."
Charlotte hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with confusion. But then, slowly, her expression softened, and she nodded, her eyes reflecting a newfound compliance. "Yes, Alex," she said, her voice sweet and submissive.
Alex felt a surge of relief, accompanied by a thrill of power. He had her now , ready to obey his every command. He took a moment to calm down, his heart still pounding in his chest. He looked at Charlotte, really looked at her, admiring her body and outfit. She was dressed in a tight pencil skirt and a blouse that did little to hide her generous curves. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her makeup was flawless, the deep red lipstick a stark contrast to her pale skin. She was a striking woman, confident and alluring, and Alex felt a strange mix of admiration and desire.
"Charlotte," he began, his voice low and commanding, "stand up straight. Let me admire you."
Charlotte complied immediately, standing tall and posing for him, her eyes locked onto his. Alex circled her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve, every detail.
His cock twitched in his pants, growing hard once again as he admired her. He knew what he wanted, what he needed to do. He needed to control her, to humiliate her, to use her and film it all. The thought sent a jolt of adrenaline through him, a thrill of power and excitement.
"Charlotte," he said, his voice low and commanding, "I want you to touch yourself. I want to see you please yourself while I watch."
Charlotte hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. But then, slowly, she nodded, her hands moving to the buttons of her blouse. She unbuttoned them one by one, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his.
"That's it," Alex encouraged her, his voice thick with desire. "Take it off.
All of it," Alex commanded, his voice thick with desire as he watched Charlotte slowly unbutton her blouse. He could feel his cock hardening again at the sight of her, his body responding to the power he held over her. He knew he had to act quickly, to control the situation before it spiraled out of his control. And he knew exactly what he wanted to do.
"Charlotte," he said, his voice low and commanding, "I want you to do something for me. Something very special."
Charlotte's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of uncertainty passing over her face. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Alex stepped closer to her, his eyes locked onto hers. He could see the slight tremble in her hands as she unbuttoned her blouse, the nervousness that was creeping into her eyes.
"I want you to go into that corner," he pointed to the far end of the meeting room, "and I want you to kneel down on the floor." Charlotte hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with confusion and fear. But then, slowly, she nodded, her body obeying his command as if it were programmed to do so. "Now," he continued, his voice low and commanding, "I want you to reach under your skirt and pull down your underwear. I want you to expose yourself to me, Charlotte." Charlotte's breath hitched in her throat, her face flushing a delicate shade of pink. But she didn't resist, her hands reaching under her skirt and slowly pulling down her underwear until they pooled at her ankles. Alex felt a surge of power, a thrill of excitement as he looked at her, kneeling there in the corner, her body exposed and vulnerable.
He knew exactly what he wanted to do next. "Charlotte," he said, his voice low and commanding, "I want you to pick up your phone and turn on the camera. I want you to film yourself while you touch yourself."
Charlotte hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with uncertainty and fear. But then, slowly, she reached into her bag and pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she turned on the camera and pointed it at herself. Alex felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him as he watched her, his cock throbbing in his pants at the thought of what was about to come.
"That's it, Charlotte," he encouraged her, his voice thick with desire. "Film yourself while you touch yourself.
Show me how wet you get when you think about being dominated by me. Show me how much you like being used for my pleasure."
Charlotte hesitated, her cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment and arousal. But she didn't resist. She raised the phone, pointing it at herself, and let out a shaky breath before slowly moving her hands to her exposed pussy. She spread her labia, revealing her glistening folds, and let out a soft moan as she began to touch herself.
Alex watched, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the sight of her, so vulnerable and eager.
Charlotte's fingers found her clit, her touch tentative at first, but growing more confident as she began to rub herself. Alex felt his cock throbbing in his pants, aching with desire as he watched her, the phone camera capturing every intimate detail.
"That's it, Charlotte," Alex encouraged, his voice thick with lust. "Rub that clit for me. Show me how much you like it."
Charlotte's eyes fluttered closed as she rubbed herself, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Her fingers moved faster, her touch more urgent as she chased her pleasure.
Alex could hear the wet sounds of her fingers sliding against her folds, could see the glistening evidence of her arousal coating her thighs.
"Look at you, Charlotte," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Such a dirty little slut, aren't you? Touching yourself like that for me."
Charlotte whimpered, her eyes still closed, her fingers moving furiously against her clit. "Yes, Alex," she panted. "I'm a dirty little slut for you. I'll do anything you want."
Alex felt a surge of power at her words.
He unzipped his pants and let his cock spring free, hard and ready. "Take all of your clothes off and give me the phone." Alex commanded, his voice low and firm. Charlotte did as she was told, her hands shaking as she removed her skirt, blouse, and bra, leaving her completely naked before him. She handed him the phone, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal.
Alex took the phone, his cock throbbing in his hand as he looked down at her, kneeling on the cold floor in nothing but her heels. He felt a surge of power, of control, as he looked at her like this, so vulnerable and exposed.
"Spread your legs and show me your tounge." He was about to give her a special surprise and piss in her mouth, recording that would definitely seal it shut for the future.
" Charlotte opened her mouth wide, her tongue lolling out, ready to receive his golden shower.
"You look like a fucking slut, Charlotte. You love taking a piss, don't you, you filthy whore?" Alex taunted her, his voice thick with lust as he aimed his cock towards her open mouth. I'm your filthy whore. I'll take your piss like a good girl." Charlotte moaned, her eyes watering as the warm stream of urine hit her tongue and filled her mouth.
Alex watched in delight as Charlotte gagged slightly, her body convulsing as she tried to swallow his piss.
He knew she was about to splutter, so he stepped back, letting the stream of urine hit her face and chest, marking her as his. He looked down at her, her body drenched in his piss, her eyes watering, and her lips parted in a silent scream.
Charlotte's body shook with the force of her orgasm, her pussy clenching and unclenching as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she came undone. Alex could feel the power coursing through him, the overwhelming sense of control.
He watched as Charlotte knelt before him, her body trembling with submission, her face flushed with humiliation and arousal. The sight of her, so utterly debased, sent a jolt of pure lust straight to his cock. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to claim her, to mark her as his own.
But looking on his clock it was already 5:30 pm and end of work was overdue. Staying late with Charlotte would only start more rumours. He sent the video he recorded to his own phone got himself together and was ready to leave. Just before leaving he realised he had forgotten something or rather someone in the corner. The hypnosis would last for about an hour "Charlotte you wait here in 55 minutes you piss in a glass and pour it over yourself." He turned around and started his way home.