The Plan
My name is Jan Ardwater, CEO of Boudicca Athletic Wear, plus sized athletic wear for women serious about their workouts. I am one of those women, 48G-40-46. Let me tell you, before I came to the market, no one was making clothes for us. I began my company mostly with other women as part of my creative and production team, but when I needed sales, IT, and purchasing departments to handle expansion I took Tony and his crew on board.
They were, how shall we say, good old boys. Locker room minded ex jocks turned into businessmen. I worried about Tony’s misogyny or at least his open sexual evaluation of all the female executives and staff so I kept a close watch on him. That is how I found all his hidden hypnosis files.
That was a mistake. Not totally a bad one, as they really did relax me and make me more productive when I wasn’t listening to them. The problem was I think he figured out I was using them. In today’s workout he totally had me stick my ass out for him to spank in front of everyone, and left me just about cumming my box off in front of half my female creative team and all his good old boys.
I retreated from the gym because I needed to escape, needed to cum as well but that is even harder to say. Tony told me to go back to the office and review the rest of the tapes. That is such a stupid idea. I mean, that is what got me into trouble in the first place.
I slid into my chair in my office and booted up my computer. I needed something to focus on to get off, I had to get off, I was soaking through my exercise wear and not with sweat! I realize I had pulled up Tony’s damned hidden files, and noticed one that was listed as,
CEO Instructions.
Damn him! I went to delete it, but my hand was shaking and it started to play.
“Don’t you want to be a better CEO Jan?” Tony’s voice asked
“Yes of course!” I answered, too horny to lie.
“Don’t you agree that you should record this in case you come up with important ideas? Turn on your web cam Jan” Tony went on, so reasonably.
How could I argue with that? I turned on the webcam. Something had to change, if I came up with something because I was sexually aroused, it still might be an idea that I couldn’t reach normally and might not be able to recreate later.
The instructions were nested in between commands to touch myself, but not to cum, to slap my tits, pinch my nipples, suck my own nipples. Tony’s voice droned on and on, sinking deep into my brain, vibrating down my spine and setting my soul and my sex on fire.
“Wouldn’t you agree this company means everything to the people that trust you, and depend on you making good decisions?
“You are a CEO and a slut, don’t you agree that you are only doing one of those right?”
“Don’t you want to be a be a good girl and be successful?”
“Don’t you think all women should be able to be good girls and successful?”
“Don’t you think the men who work for you deserve to see how much good girls like you appreciate the hard work they do?”
“Don’t you agree that performance deserves reward, and failure deserves punishment?”
“What kind of a CEO lets women suffer pretending they aren’t sluts, keeps them hating their body and being ashamed of how sexy they are, punishes them for showing affection for their coworkers?”
I had three fingers in my pussy, and my other hand on my clit. I was so ashamed I was keeping my female staff from exploring their true selves. I was so ashamed I never showed my own appreciation for the hard work of my male staff.
“Don’t you agree that you as CEO need to demonstrate a woman’s natural use and natural place more than any other woman in this company?”
“Cum if you accept your place as the plaything of men. Cum if you are ready to be the leader this company needs!”
The instructions were nested in between commands to touch myself, but not to cum, to slap my tits, pinch my nipples, suck my own nipples.
“I AM A SLUT, I WILL BE A GOOD GIRL!” I screamed into my webcam as I came. As I came, a plan flowered in my mind. I was not just a good girl, I was a CEO and slut. I couldn’t be one if I couldn’t be both. No more lies!
Inside his office, Tony watched his boss play with herself and cum like a two dollar whore with a five dollar tip. He smiled. Things were going to change around here. It was a shame, Tony mused, because this company really was magic. It soared up taking a market share that no one knew was on the table, built a brand loyalty that knock off’s couldn’t seem to touch, and had enough growth potential that the big boys were terribly upset it wasn’t public and didn’t have enough debt to get their hooks into.
How the company could survive its CEO being turned into a brainless fuckdoll was anybody’s guess.
Still, for as long as it lasted, Tony and his crew looked to be getting some of the hottest, most unobtainable bitches on the planet not only available, but begging to be used. He could always find another job.
Still, it would be a shame. Jan really had made something magic.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w4ofu6/self_caught_ceo_3_f30m45_hypnosis_mind_control