Mesmerized

While she was sitting there, Ms. Jones emerged from her office on some sort of business talking with a client as they walked through the reception area. Brittney knew better than to interrupt so she sat there quietly waiting for Ms. Jones to address her. It wasn't until Ms. Jones and the client had rounded the corner and were out of sight that she realized that she'd been staring intently at her boss's butt with her mouth hanging open.

Upon realizing this, Brittney immediately closed her mouth and composed herself all while wondering what had happened. She'd never stared at another girl's ass like that before, and certainly not her boss's. Brittney knew that she was completely straight. She hadn't even experimented in college like most of her friends had. The only thing she'd ever done was kiss her best friend for like 3 seconds back in middle school.

Sure Ms. Jones's ass was spectacular. Brittney could even admit that she wished her ass looked half as nice and wondered how many squats it would take to look like that but that wasn't a reason to stare at it, was it? What was wrong with her? She was creaming herself every evening while in a trance, she was forgetting to wear underwear to work, and now she was staring at her boss like that, something was clearly going on but she had no idea what it was.

Brittney worried about what was happening to her for the rest of the day but every time Ms. Jones walked past she found herself staring. No matter how much she tried to stop herself it happened every time. When the work day was finally over, Brittney found herself dreading going into Ms. Jones's office knowing that she couldn't stop herself from staring. She tentatively entered the office and found Ms. Jones hard at work finishing up some paperwork. She didn't even look up as Brittney entered but told her to take her position on the couch.

Brittney couldn't move. She found herself rooted to the spot as she stared at Ms. Jones's cleavage. It was mesmerizing. Every bit as hypnotic as the trances she was put into each evening.

It wasn't until Ms. Jones finished her paperwork and looked up to find her employee staring so intently at her that Brittney was finally able to break away. She blushed deeply at being caught as she took her spot on the couch and waited for Ms. Jones.

She lay there waiting and trying to figure out just how to phrase the question she knew she had to ask. Finally Ms. Jones finished whatever she was doing and took her seat facing Brittney.

"Ready to begin?"

"Not quite...I need to ask you something first but it's kinda embarrassing...I, uhh, I...is it normal for people when they get mesmerized to...to...orgasm?" Brittney finished unable to look her boss in the eye as she said it.

Ms. Jones laughed. "Well it doesn't happen to everyone but it tends to happen to white girls a lot. You see, part of the mesmerism is to associate the trance and all the commands you're given with pleasurable feelings. For most people, they come out of the trance feeling good but some people have orgasms. It happens most often with white girls though. Personally I think you all just have less control over your sexuality and senses than us black women but I don't really know all the science behind it. It's nothing to worry about though."

Her explanation made perfect sense to Brittney but there was just one little thing still bothering her. The way Ms. Jones had said that, she sounded almost...racist. But that didn't make any sense. Ms. Jones couldn't be racist, she was black. Everyone knew that black people couldn't be racist, could they? There must be a reason she'd phrased it like that.

Maybe she was right and white women were a lot more susceptible to that sort of thing. Is wasn't racist if it were true. The different races all had different stuff like that. Like how black people were naturally stronger and more athletic than white people. The way Brittney saw it, having less control of her own sexuality like that wasn't too bad. Sure, she might cream herself embarrassingly on occasion but that also meant that she could have an orgasm a lot easier than black people.

"Are you ready to begin now?"

"Uh huh. I'm ready."

***

An hour later, Brittney emerged from her trance and sat up. Without even thinking, Brittney reached up her skirt to check her underwear and found that they were soaked again.

"So? How are you feeling?"

"I umm...well, I sorta..." Brittney fumbled for what to say but luckily Ms. Jones saved her the trouble.

"You messed your panties again didn't you?"

Brittney just nodded. She got up and gathered her stuff already thinking about where she would be going for her special dinner. As she gathered her stuff though, Ms. Jones interrupted her thoughts.

"As I told you a few days ago, we need to do this every day for at least five days straight. That means that we need to meet sometime tomorrow and Sunday. I think the easiest thing to do will be for you to just come over to my house in the evening. Here's my address," she said writing down her address on a sticky note and handed it to Brittney, "Show up at 5 O'clock and we'll finish up your mesmerism treatments."

Brittney nodded in agreement as she headed toward the door. On impulse though she stopped at the door and turned to face her boss. "Umm, Ms. Jones, would you like to go to dinner with me? My treat of course."

What the Hell? Brittney started berating herself. That was a stupid thing to say. She's gonna think I'm asking her out on a date. I should have made it clear that I was asking her out as a friend, not as a date. Wait, what am I thinking? I shouldn't be taking her out at all. I've spent WAY too much money thanking her already. I can't really afford to pay for her dinner. Why on earth did I offer to pay for her? She makes about ten times what I make. She can easily afford a steak dinner every night, she doesn't need me to pay for her dinner.

Ms. Jones smiled, "That sounds lovely. Just let me finish up here and I'll meet you at the restaurant in about 15 or 20 minutes. Be sure to ask for a booth."

Brittney nodded and hurried out of the office. She drove to the restaurant still mad at herself for being so impulsive. She got to the restaurant and asked for the nicest booth they had available. She was seated and then proceeded to wait for her boss to arrive.

Ms. Jones arrived a few minutes later. Brittney couldn't help but notice that several heads turned to watch as she threaded her way between tables to their booth. She took her seat and the waiter soon arrived to take their orders. Ms. Jones ordered a 12 ounce prime rib steak with a baked potato and an expensive glass of wine. Brittney inwardly cringed as she realized how much this meal was going to cost her.

The waiter turned to Brittney to take her order but she paused before she could tell him. She looked at Ms. Jones and admired her perfect figure. She must work out and eat right every day. Brittney suddenly felt self-conscious about her own figure. Brittney felt herself blush at the realization and instead of the nice steak she'd planned on, ordered a small house salad and a water.

Ms. Jones didn't seem at all surprised by Brittney's choice. They made casual small talk until their food arrived and then ate in silence. Brittney finished her salad quickly and then sat in silence as she watch her boss eat her meal. Left to her own thoughts, Brittney reflected that she should feel awkward sitting there in quietly while her boss ate but for some reason she didn't feel awkward. She heard her stomach rumble with hunger but she continued to sit passively watching as her boss finished her meal.

Ms. Jones finally finished and gave a contented sigh. The waiter arrived to offer them dessert but while Brittney shook her head, Ms. Jones's smiled and asked for a chocolate soufflé (the most expensive dessert) to go. He returned a few minutes later with the soufflé in a box and the check for Brittney.

She was shocked when she saw the bill and was speechless for a moment during which Ms. Jones got up, gathered her things and thanked Brittney for dinner. Before she left Brittney sitting there, she reminded her to leave a generous tip for the excellent service. All in all, the dinner cost Brittney over $75 and all she got to eat was a small salad.

Brittney returned home feeling depressed and angry at herself for being so impulsive and reckless. For some reason, she just couldn't keep her head straight when she was around Ms. Jones. She kept buying her gifts and treating her to dinner and it was quickly bleeding her dry. At this rate, Brittney knew she wouldn't even be able to afford her rent. She really needed to crack down on her spending and she resolved not to spend any more money on Ms. Jones at least until the end of the month. Ms. Jones was doing her a huge favor in getting her off cigarettes but she'd thanked her enough already. Hadn't she?

***

Saturday:

Brittney woke up bright and early the next morning. She grimaced when she glanced at clock and realized how early it was. She lay in bed for a few minutes until she realized she wouldn't be getting back to sleep and decided to just get up. She went to the kitchen and started making breakfast. It wasn't until she started frying a plate of bacon that she realized she was naked. Brittney yelped as the hot grease popped and burned her exposed chest.

Brittney had to sit down and think for a moment. Why was she naked? Had she slept naked? She never slept naked. She always wore pajamas.

Brittney quickly threw on an apron to protect herself as she finished cooking her breakfast. When she was finished eating, she went to the bathroom intending to shower but she stopped when she noticed the dust on her windowsill. Suddenly Brittney was overwhelmed by a need to clean her whole house.

Hours later, Brittney finally finished. She'd cleaned every square inch of her home and she was exhausted but proud of her accomplishment. That was when she finally looked at the time and realized how long it had taken. It was already 4:30! She needed to shower to clean herself up after cleaning the whole house and then she needed to get dressed and get to Ms. Jones's house in half an hour.

Brittney ran to the bathroom and jumped in the shower without even waiting for the water to warm up. She thoroughly scrubbed herself to make sure she got every last speck of dirt. Finally she was clean and she turned off the water. She grabbed a towel and started drying herself off even as she went to her room to pick out her outfit not even caring that she was dripping water all over her freshly cleaned carpet.

Brittney had spent the entire day naked and never bothered to dress while she cleaned the house so she needed to dress for the first time that day. She was in a huge hurry to get to Ms. Jones's house for their appointment but she paused as she considered what to wear. It was the weekend and she was going to her boss's home so she didn't think her nice work clothes were the right choice but likewise she didn't want to go too casual.

Brittney finally decided on a pair of jeans and a button-up blouse and hurried out the door. As she got into her car, Brittney suddenly realized that she hadn't remembered to put on a bra or panties but she knew she wouldn't have time to go in and put some on. She would just have to hope that Ms. Jones wouldn't notice.

Brittney pulled into Ms. Jones's driveway at 5:10. A full 10 minutes after when Ms. Jones told her to arrive. Nervous, Brittney knocked on Ms. Jones's front door. Ms. Jones opened her door a moment later with a stern expression on her face. "You're late Brittney. I thought we talked about punctuality, what time did I tell you to show up at my house?"

"Five o'clock," Brittney responded meekly.

"Very good. So we know your ears work. You knew what time you were supposed to be here. What time is it now?"

Brittney glanced at her phone to check the time, "Five thirteen."

"And would you look at that, your clock works too. So what is it Brittney? If you knew what time you were supposed to be here and you knew what time it was, then why were you late?"

"I...I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"It better not. I don't appreciate having my time wasted," Ms. Jones said as she opened the door wide enough for Brittney to come into the entryway.

As she did so, Brittney got a good look at her boss. Ms. Jones was dressed very casually in a pair of yoga pants and a V-neck cotton top. Her hair was up in a casual bun...and yet she still looked stunning. Brittney wished she could look half as good as Ms. Jones did without even trying. Brittney also noticed that her boss didn't seem to be wearing a bra either.

Ms. Jones turned to walk into her home and Brittney followed her. As she walked, she couldn't help but stare at Ms. Jones's perfect ass as they walked. She wasn't one hundred percent sure but she didn't see any panty-lines so she thought her boss was probably going commando too.

Ms. Jones showed her to a nicely furnished sitting room and gestured to a couch for Brittney to lie on for their session. Brittney took her position and began gazing intently into Ms. Jones's eyes. For the first time though, Brittney found this a difficult thing to do and kept finding herself looking at her boss' cleavage instead of her eyes. Luckily that didn't seem to affect the process though and soon Brittney felt herself slip into a trance.

***

Brittney awoke extremely disoriented. She wasn't in Ms. Jones's sitting room anymore and it took her a moment to realize she was in her own bedroom. Somehow while still in a trance she'd gotten home and gotten in bed. She glanced at her phone and saw that she'd been out for over 5 hours. It was after 10 o'clock at night!

Brittney noticed a weird taste in her mouth and went to the kitchen to drink some water and get rid of the taste. As she walked, she could feel the slipperiness between her legs and realized she must have came in her trance and the juices had run down her thighs. She looked and saw a large wet stain clearly visible on her jeans. It looked like she'd peed her pants. She must have came several times while she was in a trance to produce that much.

Brittney got a glass of water and rinsed the taste out of her mouth. With that done, she stripped out of her soiled jeans and wrinkled blouse and left the in a pile on her kitchen floor. She'd get to them later. She wet a paper towel and cleaned up the rest of her juices from her crotch and thighs.

Brittney made herself a quick dinner and ate it still naked. She realized that she liked being naked. In her own apartment at least. It was freeing, relaxing. She decided that she'd probably start going naked more often. While she was eating, Brittney noticed a note stuck to her fridge. She grabbed it and read as she ate.

Hey Brittney, it's you. LOL. Ms. Jones said this trance had to last a little longer than the others so she sent you home still in the trance. She tells me I'll (you'll?) wake up without remembering any of this so she told me to write this note for myself. Don't worry. You were safe to drive and everything, you just won't remember it. Anyway, Ms. Jones said to remind you (me?) that we still have one more session tomorrow at 5 O'clock and to make sure I'm on time or else. (I have no idea what the "or else" is). Anyway, get a good night's sleep.

-Brittney (You)

P.S. You had 4 orgasms while lying on Ms. Jones's couch and made a mess of things. She definitely noticed but didn't say anything. You should probably offer to have her couch cushions cleaned.

Brittney chuckled when she finished reading her note. The handwriting was hers and the wording sounded like her but she couldn't remember writing it any more than she could remember driving home or anything else from when she was in the trance. But apparently she could still function and everything while in a trance like normal. She'd assumed she just lay there like she was asleep while Ms. Jones talked to her.

And what was that about cleaning Ms. Jones's couch? Sure leaving my juices on there was bad but she's a healthy vibrant woman. She'd probably left way more of her fluids on that cushion. Brittney decided that she'd pay for the cleaning if Ms. Jones asked her to but she wouldn't offer. After all, since she didn't remember doing it she couldn't be held responsible, could she?

***

Sunday:

Brittney slept naked that night and woke up feeling fantastic. She didn't think she'd ever wear clothes to bed again she felt so good. She got up and stretched and relished the feel of her vertebrae popping. She felt wonderful and every sensation just enhanced the feeling. She decided to start her day off with a shower and went straight to her bathroom.

She peed first and as she did so, Brittney noticed that she was a bit stubbly. She needed to shave her legs, her armpits, even her pubic hair. She checked her medicine cabinet and was discouraged to find that she was down to her last razor and it had already been heavily used. She needed new ones.

Brittney showered and relished the feel of the warm water flowing over her body. It was wonderful. Everything about it amazing. She never wanted to leave but all too soon the water started to get cold and she had to get out.

Brittney flitted around her apartment all morning keeping herself busy. She had a few errands to run but nothing she needed to do right away and running errands meant she'd have to put on clothes which she just didn't feel like doing. But eventually she decided that she couldn't wait any longer. She really needed to get some razors and shave before meeting with Ms. Jones. She wasn't quite sure why, but for some reason the idea of going to Ms. Jones without at least shaving her legs just seemed wrong.

With a sigh, Brittney resigned herself to putting on clothes and selected a denim skirt and low cut blouse. She needed to wear clothes but going without underwear seemed like a good way to keep at least some of the feeling of freedom she got from being naked.

As she drove toward the store to buy razors though, Brittney noticed a sign advertising a Brazilian Wax. She's never gotten waxed before. One time in high school, she'd gotten one of those at-home waxing kits to try on her legs but it had been way too painful. She'd never tried it again. But for some reason she was suddenly curious. She wanted to try it out.

Before she even realized that she'd decided to try a wax instead of buying razors, Brittney found herself pulling into the parking lot. She was a bit nervous as she entered not quite sure what to expect but the smiling young Asian woman behind the counter welcomed her and asked what she wanted.

Brittney told her she wanted a Brazilian Wax but that she'd never been waxed before. She asked if it was too painful and she had to stop if she could get some of her money back. The girl just smiled and laughed and ignored her question. Brittney wasn't sure what that meant but decided not to push the issue. She didn't want to make this woman angry if she was about to wax her.

The girl led Brittney into a back room with what looked like a massage table. She told Brittney to strip completely naked and then started explaining how the Brazilian would go. She explained that she would start by waxing both legs, then move on to the pubic area and then finally wax Brittney's butt. Brittney asked if she could get her armpits waxed too and the girl told her that would cost extra. Brittney agreed to pay for it.

Brittney lay on the table as the girl stared spreading warm wax on her legs. The girl took a strip of cloth and pressed it into the wax. "Ready?" she asked.

Brittney took a deep breath to calm her nerved and nodded.

The girl ripped the cloth away and Brittney screamed in pain. It hurt just as bad as when she'd been a teenager trying it on herself. Brittney wanted to call it quits right then and there but then she noticed that the young Asian girl was laughing at her like her screaming was the funniest thing ever. Brittney realized that she must look ridiculous. She was a grown woman screaming in pain over something that this girl probably did and had done to her on a regular basis.