hypsan: She had misbehaved. Only a little. In a bratty, ‘biting my lip and wanting you to puni
hypsan: She had misbehaved. Only a little. In a bratty, ‘biting my lip and wanting you to punish me for it’ kind of way. She had mocked him for only allowing her to wear sexy clothes, inferring limited creativity and perhaps a lack of sophistication. This was her punishment. Nothing but brightly coloured, slutty, latex mini-dresses until she went back to work in a week’s time. Not poetic exactly. Apt perhaps. It had amused him anyway. Especially when she had tried to put underwear on and her programming had caused her to drop her panties and finger herself instead. She also liked it when he controlled her like this. Loved it even. Especially since they had been experimenting with deeper and deeper trances and more elaborate suggestions. But she was starting to worry that she was enjoying it slightly too much. As she looked down at her cleavage and pulled at her dress to ensure the maximum amount of skin was on display (another of his suggestions) she told herself that she mustn’t let him know how much it turned her on to be forced to be his latex puppet. If he knew that he might be able to convince her traitorous, kinky and suggestable subconscious that she should never be allowed to wear a pair of jeans, or a cleavage covering top or panties ever again. Fuck. That thought made her even hotter, and he was coming up the stairs. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Then she felt a bubbling in her throat; words that wanted to come out that she couldn’t seem to hold down. She remembered another of his suggestions. “Whenever you try to stop yourself from telling me something you will find it harder and harder to resist the urge to do so until the words spill out of you.” She could feel the pressure to speak building. It was unstoppable. “Please Sir, it makes me so horny to be forced into slutty latex all the time and I am worried you will make it permanent,” she panted. He smiled. “Hmmm. Permanent maybe be a little much. We could definitely try most of the time though. Outside of work perhaps. That would still give you the embarrassment of wearing something shiny to family gatherings and dinners with friends and things.” “Oh God,” she moaned, her arousal spiking. He smiled. “Deep Sleep Now Girl,” he said, snapping his fingers. Her head dropped down, her conscious mind asleep and her subconscious open and receptive to suggestion… -- source link