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Managerial Training (18+ Hypnokink)

So I figured I'd try a writing prompt, I think these are supposed to be short form... I don't do shorts well... kinda overran... Let me know what you think :P

“Please, Sally, Come in and close the door” the buxom red head practically jiggled her way into the office, closing the door behind her to silence the outside office floor, before plopping down on the seat opposite the HR manager “Now Sally, I know you're new here but we've received some comments from the women working under you...” Carol let her sentence tail off into silence as she shuffled leaves of paper in a manilla folder, her eyes flicking over the folder to study the young woman, fear etched into the younger managers features, a good start.

“Managers at M.T.S. Are expected to go above and beyond with respect to motivating their team mates, does that sound familiar to you Sally?” The red head swallowed nervously and nodded her head, finding it hard to come up with a sentence or even words in general under the cold grey stare of the raven haired woman that served as Human Resources Manager for MyND Technical Solution's. The woman exuded an air of authority that Sally felt pretty sure could command the seas to flow backward should she so desire it.

“To put it bluntly Sally, the women under you are not feeling inspired, or even appreciated, according to one Tessa Delaney, an intern in your department, she has consistently worn increasingly shorter skirts without any attention or encouragement from you” Sally flushed beet red as her eyes darted around the room for any point of interest to settle on other than the cold analytical gaze of her superior “I... I uh... well that is to say.... Miss Masters I... I remember the office handbook and uh... well I agreed of course when I signed a contract but well.... well you see when I joined an IT firm I thought that well... I kind of figured that... that well the guys under me would be... well you know.... guys” This went on, devolving as moments stretched into minutes and well meaning explaining became a white noise babbling.

Carol Masters leaned forward, her hands steepled, It was a story that had been repeated a half dozen times since the department widened its hiring policy. That Sally Danvers was qualified for her position was beyond doubt, but as she lapsed into a section on apologising for being more “traditional” and began to mention she had gay and lesbian friends the issue became abundantly clear. Fortunately Carol had all the tools necessary to fix the problem in front of her, and a few things besides, she thought to herself as her eyes drank in more of the babbling junior manager. Her tits were obvious, despite a pointless attempt to hide the magnificent rack beneath a thick heavy jumper that clung to her neck, unfortunately her hips tapered in a little too much to obscure how much the wool hung off her impressive chest. The gaudy garment extended all the way to her wrists and left barely anything on display and while she had paired the ensemble with a pair of acid washed jeans, there was no hiding how well the denim clung to her ass when she had turned to lock the door.

Sally had been silent for a few seconds now still deliberately focusing on anything in the room other than the HR Manager, she had run out of apologies and was fairly certain she had crossed her own path and retraced more than one rambling point as the older woman let her run out of steam, now a bleak silence hung over the small office as the young manager considered her immediate future on the unemployment line. She risked a glance back at the woman who held her fate in hand, the raven haired woman leaned back in her chair, placed the folder down and opened her desk drawer.

“Tell me Sally, do you remember your company orientation?” She racked her brain for a moment, of course she remembered the orientation segment, she remember turning up at the reception desk downstairs with a number of colleagues, she remembered the perfectly manicured and immaculately dressed girl on the desk, she even remembered the young associate that had taken the group upstairs to watch the company orientation video, a white room filled with fold up chairs dominated by a large projection screen, and then... a frown creased her brow as she tried to remember the orientation video while her brain stubbornly skipped over the remaining events of the day and onto waking the next morning.

In the time Sally took to try and remember her first day at the company, Carol had selected the items she needed from her drawer and accessed a file on her computer marked “Orientation B” she loaded the file and turned the screen to face the bemused buxom red head, still lost in thought. A cascade of shifting coloured patterns bathed the girl in shifting lights, instantly drawing her attention to the screen. She felt her muscles relaxing, her body sinking into the chair as he eyes locked on the dancing swirling patterns shifting hues and shape, her jaw slackened as the room vanished from her mind, all that mattered with the swirling coloured pattern.

The mesmerised girl paid no mind when Carol stood from her desk and unzipped the boring grey pencil skirt that clung to her curves like a second skin, the garment fell away to reveal the black lace thong and suspender belt that held her stockings. She stepped out of the heels, gratefully flexing her stocking clad toes against the office carpet and dropped the harness she had retrieved from her desk to the floor, deftly stepping into the assembly of straps and buckles, a long, thick veiny silicone phallus hung from the contraption. She teased the artificial cock up her thighs, securing the assembly over her crotch with a few deft clicks of metal buckles. Sally could no longer see her manager even as the beautiful woman circled the desk, undoing the buttons of her blouse and discarding the white fabric as she closed in on the mindless young manager, she didn't hear Carol sigh with pleasant release as her tits dropped free of the confines of her bra.

The long crimson hair of her colleague grazed the soft sensitive flesh of Carols breasts as she leant down to whisper gently in the junior managers ear

“Can you hear me Sally?”

The girl groaned, struggling to find words “Yes... Miss Masters”

“Good girl Sally, but that;s a very long title isn't it? Very hard to think about, for now just call me mistress, do you understand?” the husky tinge to her tone betrayed her arousal as her nipples began to stiffen against Sally's wool jumper.

“Yes.... Mistress” Sally spoke in a distant, stilted monotone, her mind unable to parse what was happening to her, wrenched open by the spiralling swirling patterns in front of her, life became simple in her mesmerised state a matter of input and output, order and response.

“Good girl, Sally, you're in danger of loosing your job, you're job is important, you don;t want to loose your job do you Sally?” The mesmerised manager shuddered as the thought cut through the deep fog occupying her brain, she shook her head gently and whined as her brain struggled to find the right words in a sudden flood of foggy panic.

“Hush now Sally, it's OK , I'm here to help, just listen to your Mistress and everything will be fine, do you understand Sally?” She gently grasped the hem of the wool jumper and slowly lifted the garment up over the mesmerised girls bra encased cleavage, her arms rose as the bunched fabric reached her arm pits and with a gentle final tug the garment raised over her arms.

For a moment darkness obscured the cavalcade of shifting coloured patterns, an all encompassing blackness that hit Sally's mind like a bucket of ice water, for a split second she was aware of her state of undress, the proximity of a warm body, she opened her mouth to protest the removal of her jumper before the screen dropped back into sight, her mouth hung open as her jaw slackened, dimly she felt fingernails on her back playing with her bra clasp, the sudden weight of her breasts dropping as the bra fell away discarded.

Carol dropped the beige bra disdainfully from her grip and cupped the managers exposed tits, lifting and squeezing those perfect mounds gently, drawing a soft sigh from the slack jawed manageress as her body responded to the older woman's touch

“That's right sally, it feels good to listen to your mistress, it feels good follow the company policy, it feels good to be touched, wanted by a superior, do you understand Sally?” she punctuated her point by teasing and rolling the thick areole of her subjects tits between thumb and forefinger, purring words of soft honey into the helpless girl, yet some things are too deep seated to be moved quite so easy.

“Buuut.... but.... but I.... I Can't...” her mind struggled for the words hovering just out of reach as her raven haired mistress continued to tease and fondle Sally's impressive bust, distantly she heard a soft laugh as Carol amused herself teasing her way through the prudish girls mental resistance.

“Hush now Sally, its right to listen to your superiors, its right to obey your superiors, now stand up Sally” The red head shivered as her mistress stressed the word “Obey” by tweaking both the younger woman's engorged nipple, she slowly rose from the office chair, her gaze locked on the flashing swirling monitor, a hand placed on her back slowly force her to bend forward bringing the monitor even closer to her gaze as swirling coloured patterns engulfed her entire vision, the soft wood of the desk grazed her tits as they swung loose and heavy from her frame.

Carol marvelled a the swaying tits as she reached around the topless girls waist and unfastened her jeans, gently hooking her thumbs over the waistband and tugging them down the woman's curvaceous ass and toned legs all the way to her knees revealing the plain white boring oversized panties, the HR manager tutted in disappointment before unceremoniously wrenching the offending undergarments down the mesmerised girls legs, taking a slight satisfaction in the growing scent of the girls arousal.

“Now listen carefully to your superior Sally, it feels good to be motivated by your superior doesn't it Sally?” she shifted her hips to press the silicone cock between the woman's legs, running the tip of its length up and down her slick lips, a shudder rippled through the red head as she moaned under the sudden rubbing along her cunt.

“Feels..... good...” she whined as the pressure built against her lips, her mistress slowly inching the strap up and down along her lips, coating the tip in her arousal. It was so simple to agree, in Sally's mind new thoughts coalesced, her manager was her superior was her mistress, that was simply the way of things. She felt the tip pass between her lips and shuddered as the fingernails of her mistress dug into the soft flesh of her hips, steadying the strap on cock to slide easily in and out of her body.

“That's right Sally, managers motivate the people under them, men, women, it doesn't matter, good managers motivate their staff, now tell me Sally, what do good managers do?” he gently rocked her hips pushing the cock deeper with each thrust while steadying Sally's hips wondering how long it would take for the mindless manager to begin bucking against her thrusts.

“Good managers.... motivate... motivate their staff” Her brain latched onto the idea, the only thought rattling around in her empty head backed up by the pleasurable reward as her manager motivated her, the silicone cock gliding deeper into her body with each thrust, she felt the sharp sting as the flat of the older woman's hand bounced off her ass cheek.

“Again” Carol said sharply as the angry red hand print flushed its way onto the red heads pale ass, picking up the speed and length of her thrusts as she felt the reciprocal bucking of Sally's hips pushing back against each thrust, rubbing the base of the silicone cock against her own mound, she leaned forward and tangled her fingers in Sally's long red hair, pulling her head upa nd arching her back as she thrust deeper and faster into the younger woman.

“Good managers motivate their staff, Good Managers motivate their staff... good manager....” she trailed off her mantra as her muscles locked and her first orgasm of the meeting ripped through her body, coating the silicone cock as it continued to glide mercilessly in and out of her body. Carol began to thrust faster and deeper heedless of the girls orgasm desperate for her own climax, her finger fumbled with the base of the strap on questing for the switch nestled just under the base of the phallus then sent a shocking buzzing pulse through the bodies of both women.

Soon the friction and vibrations took Carol over the edge as she continued to fuck Sally through her orgasm, all the while the red head repeated her new mantra like a prayer in between gasping for air and whining with building over stimulation. Carol pulled back allowing the strap on to slide free of Sally's soaked sex, she steadied herself on the desk for a moment catching her breath before beginning to free herself from the straps and buckles that kept her teaching aide in place. Free of the harness she shimmied onto the desk sitting next to her newly educated subordinate, she gently took the hypnotised girl by the chin and pulled her vision away from the screen.

Her head turned and the fog consuming her mind lessened, instead of the flashing swirling patterns of shifting hues she stared at her naked mistress, the cold stare holding her gaze just as securely. While before she might have panicked or been confused at her state of undress of by the burning need in her pussy, now she understood that her manager had simply been motivating her to perform better, to help her understand the workplace culture. She waited for instruction, bowed across the table for her manager, her superior.

“Now Sally you've done very well in accepting my advice, now its time for you to show me what you have learned, motivate me to give you a good evaluation for these complaints Sally” A frown crossed the girls features for a moment as she racked her brains for how best to motivate her superior but the raven haired mistress simply smiled and pointed down to her warm, wet centre. Sally smiled as the solution became obvious she lent forward grasping her superiors thighs gently and sucking her cunt.

Carol placed her hand palm down on the desk behind her and let Sally's inexperienced tongue tease and taste her sex, allowing her body to relax as she felt her orgasm beginning to build again, a shudder of pleasure pulsed out from her mind as she followed her own programming, helping employee's to understand the workplace culture, before the suckling and nipping at her cunt became too strong for her to think clearly, she made a mental note to schedule Sally in for a top up seminar on managerial motivational skills...

This story is based on a prompt from @kink-prompts

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