Hypno-Submission of Jenny Ch. 2

"Yes. I will treat him as I do you."

"The only difference will be that if and when you need to come you can unless he says otherwise."

"Thank you. I will be able to come when I need to with this man if allowed."

"You know that you are a naughty wicked girl who cannot help but give in to her desires and need to be taken in hand."

"Yes. I need to be taken in hand about my wicked ways."

"It will be as though you are a school girl and he is your Headteacher. You will feel excited and aroused but you will not be afraid with this man."

"I will not be afraid."

"You will feel very proud and aroused because I have decided that you are good enough to be loaned to this man to use and punish and you will want to show me that you can perform like my good obedient slut."

"I will want to show you how good I can be for you by pleasing this man."

I went through my instructions a few times until I was certain everything was as I wanted and then woke her up gently increasing her satisfaction and feelings of relaxation from her orgasms. Out of her trance I told her to dress.

I watched her dressing, her breasts jutting as she fastened her bra, her athletic legs as she stepped into her panties, her shy giggle as she felt the cold dampness of them against her hot sex. "Jennifer how do you feel about being such a slut?"

"I know I'm really naughty Sir. Really wicked. But I cant help it Sir. I really need it. I suppose I need someone like you to somehow help me Sir, to tell me what to do, use me. It excites me Sir."

"This afternoon you are to meet a man in my office, Jennifer. I am loaning you to use as he wishes because that is what I wish my slut to do. He will also punish you for being a slut, and that too is what I wish. I want you to do completely as he says. Whatever he tells you to do you must do it. It will prove to me that you really can be my slut."

Her eyes were wide as she fastened the zip of her skirt, "Who is he Sir?"

"It doesn't matter. It is my wish that you are to tell him everything and he will punish you for being such a slut in the past, but it wont stop you being one in the future."

"But Sir, if I need punishing can't you do it to me? I don't know him! I can't tell him everything! It will be too embarrassing! Apart from anything else he might tell someone!"

"Yes you can and he wont. I am telling you that is what I want Jennifer, do you understand? Don't you worry, trust me everything will be alright."

"What will he do? Will he smack me? What will I have to do? Will he make me undress? Oh God!"

"You'll have to wait and see Jennifer. You are to prove to me that you are obedient enough to be my slut."

"If that's what you want Sir." Looking demure again regardless of all she had done, I let her go from the office.

In the late afternoon I moved my chair around to the side of the desk nearer the door and waited for her to come, in my erection making itself known within my trousers. There was a tentative knock and then she entered looking very uneasy. Looking as demure when she had left me in the morning, though her hair was down. She was chewing her lip nervously.

"Hello Jennifer. You don't know me do you?"

"No Sir, but Mr Clarke told me to expect you, to come and see you."

"Come and stand before me. I've been told that you have been rather wicked Jennifer." She didn't speak but looked down at the floor at my feet. "Haven't you?"

"Yes Sir."

"You've been acting a little unseemly haven't you Jennifer?"

"Yes Sir."

"Tell me about it."

"I can't Sir, it's too embarrassing."

"Yes you can, and you will. It is Mr Clarke's wish. Now how did it all begin?"

She squirmed as she stood before me. Her face red, her eyes wide.

"It... it was... I began to feel really... really aroused whenever I was around Mr. Clarke." She stopped hoping that I would speak but I simply sat waiting until she began again. "I couldn't help it. He made me really hot. I... I started going to the toilet... I needed to... I really did. I went and... and had to... to masturbate." Then suddenly it was as though a dam had burst and the words began to come out in a torrent. "It was really embarrassing and then Mr Clarke knew what I was doing. He knew! Then he said I could do it here, in front of him! I know it was bad but I couldn't help myself. I wanted him to see me, see my body, and see me being a slut for him. I did it, in his office! Lifted up my skirt, took down my knickers and... fingered myself in front of him!"

"You stood there wanking for him to see?"

Yes. Oh God it was good. I love doing that, having him able to see me, my body, and my sluttish behaviour. He knows I love being naked for him. I want him to see me. I want to be able to please him, excite him. I've even shaved myself so that he can see and touch me, my pussy easier." Her breathing and her excited tone gave her aroused state away. Now that she had started I could see that she wouldn't stop.

"You've shaved your cunt? Show me."

"What? Oh God! Oh I couldn't. I've never met you before!"

"Mr Clarke told you to obey me didn't he? You are mine for a while, Mr Clarke has offered you to me to punish. Part of your punishment is to demonstrate to me that you will obey Mr Clarke even when he isn't there."

"Oh God! Oh God!"

"Haven't you taken off your clothes in front of anyone else?"

"Not a stranger Sir! It's really humiliating Sir."

"But you are secretly aroused and excited by it aren't you Jennifer?"

"Y... Y... Yes Sir." She looked at the floor.

"Now show me. Strip. Carry on talking. Did you bring yourself off?"

She began to unbutton her blouse. Suddenly I realised that she was wearing different underwear from the morning. She now wore a cream, virtually transparent camisole, her pink nipples very obvious. She must have bought it at lunch time in anticipation of this afternoon!

"No Sir I didn't, though I was going to. Mr Clarke said that I could use his fingers if I wanted and of course I did. Mr Clarke made me come. It was wonderful." She stepped out of her skirt. Her panties too were different, matching her camisole, loose French knickers and as diaphanous. A darker damp patch obvious and making the material even more transparent.

"So he let you come in his office, even gave you an orgasm himself, did you do anything for him?"

"Oh yes Sir." She was undoing the tiny buttons on the camisole. "Yes. I sucked him. I sucked his cock. I swallowed his spunk." Her breasts swung beautifully as she removed the camisole.

"And did you enjoy that Jennifer?"

"Oh yes. All my friends... they said it was awful, and they couldn't possibly swallow, but I know they are wrong now. It felt and tasted divine. I hope Mr Clarke enjoyed it." She was standing naked now. I could see trembling slightly and her hands were desperate to cover herself but she was being good. Her tiny arrow of hair pointing down to her luscious cunt.

"Did that happen every morning?"

"Yes. No. Well it was always similar. The next day he did it by the open door as soon as I asked him. Pushed my against the wall and roughly put his hand up my skirt and into my knickers as he kissed me. It felt so dirty, gorgeously dirty doing it like that. Other times I'd exhibit myself totally naked for him and he'd finger me, or he'd want to watch me. A couple of times he's licked me as a I lay down on the desk. Licked my cunt. Put his mouth to me, to my cunt. Oh yes. He's begun to put a finger up my bottom as well. Up my rear hole, inside me. I know I shouldn't let him but it feels good. It makes me feel really slutty then."

"You're excited talking about it aren't you Jennifer?"

"Yes Sir. Oh yes."

"Do you want to play with yourself as we continue? Play with yourself in front of a stranger Jennifer?"

"Oh God. Yes. No. Do... would you... do you mind Sir?"

"No that's fine." A hand tentatively cupped a breast. Eventually her other stole slowly across her thigh.

"Mr Clarke said I could come if I needed to Sir."

"Yes that's alright. I'd like to see that too. Now carry on. Didn't Mr Clarke fuck you? Didn't you want that too?" Her fingers began moving furtively.

"Yes. In the afternoons. I was always really horny by then again. I would always need to beg him to fuck me then. And he did. It was wonderful. He fucked me on the desk and on the floor. From the front and from the back."

"Which did you enjoy most?"

"Well it was really good being able to feel him between my thighs and see him but when he made me kneel on the carpet and rutted me it felt really good, like I was an animal, just an animal. Especially when he had me... ahh... oh..." Her stiff fingers were moving rapidly over her clit now. Her other fingers squeezing her nipples. "Sometimes I had to kneel on the floor and crawl... ahh...crawl about for him...ohh... rubbing my nipples on the carpet and my bum high... uh... uh... I've got to come Sir... Oh Sir...Uhhh.... Uhhh... Yes.... Yes... Yesssssss..."

I watched as her body convulsed, her knees nearly giving way. Her chest covered in a deep flush. Her breathing gradually came back to normal, her thighs now wet. Without prompting or removing her hands she continued.

"It was so embarrassing, so arousing doing all that. Then he would come behind me and really fuck me hard Sir. Ahhh... I loved him taking me hard... sometimes he would put his finger... his finger... in my... oh, in my bottom... and he would come inside me and... oh... and I wouldn't be able to stop myself coming...ahh... and... and it was so good... ohh. And... and... ahh... I would suck his cock clean Sir.

"Show me Jennifer. Show me how you displayed yourself to Mr. Clarke."

She dropped to the floor beside her discarded clothes facing away from me and began rubbing her breasts against the carpet, her back arching as she moved. Her hips were thrust high and her swollen cunt and the little rosebud of her anus were displayed clearly.

"What can I see Jennifer?"

"My bottom Sir, and my cunt."

"Yes Jennifer I can. I can see that fat juicy cunt of yours, can't I?"

"Yes Sir."

"Tell me what I can see."

"You can see my fat juicy cunt Sir."

"And what is your fat juicy cunt for Jennifer?"

"Ah... ahhhh... To be used Sir."

"Who by?"

"Mr Clarke or... or you Sir."

"And you're offering it to me to use?"

"Yes Sir."

As she was ready, willing and able what else could I do but make use of what was being offered to me? I let my eyes feast on her as I undressed before sinking my painfully erect cock deep into her moist depths. I fucked her hard and fast. I fucked her and felt her hot vagina twitching around me. I fucked her through each of her thunderous orgasms. I fucked that delightfully young, tight cunt of hers until I came in a powerful climax of my own.

After I had come I stayed inside her for minutes on end letting the feelings wash through me. Eventually she stood upright before me as I sat on her chair, with my cock softening slightly. She looked a little bedraggled. Her hair sticking to her face, her breasts reddened by the carpet, spunk dribbling down her thighs onto the tops of her hold-ups.

"Are you a naughty little girl Jennifer?"

"Yes Sir. I feel like a little schoolgirl Sir." Her head was bowed, hiding her face a little with her hair as she looked at the floor in embarrassment.

"A naughty little schoolgirl who is standing naked before her teacher?"

"Yes Sir."

"A naughty little school girl who has offered herself to a stranger and still has spunk dribbling down her thighs?

"Yes Sir."

"And what happens to naughty little schoolgirls Jennifer?"

"They get smacked Sir."

"How?"

"Over the knee, on the bottom, Sir."

"Do you need spanking?"

"Yes Sir. I am a very naughty girl."

"Yes but you are an obedient slut. That's good. And after your punishment it wont matter how naughty you feel as long as you continue to be obedient, will it?"

"No Sir."

"Good, ask me then Jennifer."

"Oh. Please, will you smack my bottom Sir?"

"Come on then, we haven't all night. Over my thighs now."

She placed herself over my naked thighs holding herself in place with her hands on the carpet, her hair hanging hiding her face. I could feel her side against my sticky cock and the heat of her mound against my thigh. She spread her legs and lifted up her buttocks without any direction from me. I looked down at her. Her firm pert buttocks could have been a schoolgirls. She was beautiful. Again I could hardly believe my luck. She was trembling; the waiting must have been a strain.

I gave three smacks to her left buttock without a pause. She arched up in surprise and a soft cry came from her. The flesh of her bottom vibrated with each smack. Another three top the other cheek. She was prepared this time, had some idea of the pain, and was able to contain her motions and noise. Her cheeks, with a tinge of red on them, clenched and unclenched and began to push up towards the next smack as though wishing for the contact. I looked at the little puckered opening. My cock twitched, her body rejuvenating my responses.

"Has Mr Clarke ever fucked you here?" I asked as I began to slowly run my finger around the sweaty opening.

"Oh no Sir! He finger Sir. Just his finger Sir."

"Has anyone ever fucked you there?"

"No! No Sir!"

"Haven't you ever offered it to Mr Clarke?"

"No Sir. But... well he never asked to Sir. It would be really painful there Sir."

"But shouldn't you offer? He has had his cock in all your other openings hasn't he?"

"Yes Sir."

"Don't you want to please him fully? Don't you want to feel as though he has the right of access to all of you? You're not being fully obedient are you?"

"No Sir. I never thought of it Sir."

"Can you imagine how nice and dirty it would feel to have his cock up here? I can imagine seeing a cock sticking up here." I pushed in deeper. Her breathing was quite audible.

"I think... I think I should Sir."

"Good girl. Good little slut."

I began spanking her again. This time I smacked one and then the other cheek alternatively, her flesh turning a comely shade of pink. She was sobbing softly now, though was also pushing up to meet each rhythmic smack. Pushing up and then pressing her mound against me. It looked and sounded divine as she arched up higher to receive each slap on her flesh. Her squirming was having an effect on my erection too. Her sobbing gradually changed to whimpered grunts. I felt her and my juices on my thighs and noticed that she seemed very aroused now. Her cunt lips were open again as though they were sucking a make-believe cock into them.

I stopped. Her movements continued for a moment.

"Please Sir! Please Sir!"

"What Jennifer?"

"Ohhh. Please carry on Sir!"

"You want me to spank you?"

"Yes Sir! Oh oh please Sir. Smack me Sir, please."

So I did. Her grunting became louder and more animal-like, her movements more agitated. Suddenly she tensed, her body stretched and a keening sound came from her mouth near the floor before her body writhed about in my lap and juices sprayed over my thighs. I watched her as it took her a while to calm down. Jennifer had come a long way. Now even without hypnosis she was responding to her innermost cravings.

I made her stand in the corner, her hands on her head and her pink bottom presented to the room. Her body still shook occasionally. After I had dressed I went over to her.

"You are to stand there as you are until Mr Clarke returns."

"Yes Sir."

"You are a good obedient slut, Jennifer. Mr Clarke will be pleased with you."

"Thank you Sir." Real gratitude in her voice.

"We might meet again. I don't know. We'll see what Mr Clarke wants.

I sat in her chair outside the office, my cock hard and demanding again as I thought back. I drank a coffee and washed myself in the toilets. Then I returned to the office and the naked Jennifer. She had passed my test. Now there were others.

"Hello Jennifer."

"Oh oh hello Sir. I'm really glad you've come for me Sir."

"Good. You look as if you've been enjoying yourself." Her buttocks glowed pink and on her thighs the liquids reflected the light from the window. She was beautiful.

"Strawberry oysters."