An opportunity

I tried to relax, to keep myself calm and casual as I approached Heather. She was the boss' daughter and a Vice President in the company, if what I was about to do went wrong not only would I be fired but I might never work in the industry again. Still I had to be confident, there was only a small window of opportunity and two events had lined up to make this even remotely possible.

The first was that over the holidays Heather had broken off her engagement to her longterm boyfriend. She was now newly single and that made her eligible. 

The second was what had happened at the Christmas party. Wait, let me backup... just a bit for context.

I have a hypnosis fetish. It's not that common of kink, but what it means is that I get aroused by hypnosis and in particular seeing attractive women hypnotized. Because of this I know a lot about hypnosis, the same way that feet guys know a lot about feet. I've read sites, watched videos and even dabbled in some online role-play. I keep this all to myself of course, I know that it's not the sort of thing one talks about in polite company.

Now to the Christmas party. They hired a hypnotist to perform. It was a local woman, she seemed good at it and had put about six of my co-workers in trance including Heather. The woman had seemed impressed with how good a subject Heather was. The night was arousing for me, watching the boss' hot daughter dropping in and out of trance, and I'd had to retreat to a bathroom to jerk off to keep myself sane.

Now we were back at work, and she was done with her boyfriend and it was hard not to think about all the possibilities. Now though as I approached her, knowing that her assistant was out with the flu and that she had no meetings for the next two hours, all I could think about was how badly this could go.

I knocked on her office door and entered. She was sitting at her small desk, which looked weird in her much larger office. It seemed temporary, but she was known to be a minimalist and had once described her job in a meeting as basically telling people to do things via email.

Heather glanced at me expectantly, assuming that I had something important to say. She was also likely not quite sure who I was. We didn't work together and while she would have seen me around the office I doubted she even knew my name or what I did.

"Yes?" she asked. 

I tried not to look at her legs, or her open shirt. No use getting myself horny and befuddled so soon in this venture. I had to stay calm, be the one in control and project authority.

"I was just seeing if you needed anything, with your assistant being out," I said, "coffee, tea."

She nodded, accepting the explanation as I stepped further into her office, closing the door behind me.

"No, I don't think so, but thank you," she said.

I nodded then added, "Oh by the way you did really a great job at the holiday party. The show."

Heather shrugged, "I guess, so honestly I don't remember much of it but the staff seemed to have had fun so that's what's important."

"Oh, you don't remember being hypnotized at all?" I asked.

"No, not really, it's all kind of blurry," she said.

I did my best to be seen to consider this and make my next question seemed spontaneous as if I was just so intrigued by the whole thing that I wanted to know more, "So you don't remember the hypnotist talking to you at the start?"

I saw Heather hit save on what she was working on, as she accepted that this was going to be a longer interaction than she had thought it would be at first. She turned slightly towards me in her chair, "I remember that, sitting in the chair and her talking to us but after that it gets blurry."

"So you were sitting in your chair, and the hypnotist was telling you to relax and listen. As you did that you found your mind beginning to grow foggy and fuzzy, making your memories blank and blurry as you listened to the hypnotist and relaxed into your chair," I said, describing hypnotic suggestions and while she might read it as a question it was phrased very much as a command direct for her subconscious.

Heather nodded slowly, "I remember the hand floating."

"Your hand as you relaxed floats upwards, without you thinking about it. Your hand floating upwards but as that happens you remember less and less as you think less and less," I said shifting to the present tense. Her hand twitched from her keyboard and began to slowly rise. 

Having been in hypnosis just under a month ago her mind was trained to recognize the signals and return to that state. That was one of the reasons I had identified this limited window of opportunity, the longer she went without being hypnotized the less well trained her mind would be. Thankfully it seemed quite eager to play along, and relax the boss's daughter.

"Yeah," she said, her voice soft as her eyes slowly blinked. Her eyelids were drooping now, lidded and heavy, "I didn't notice the hand until it..."

"Until it has risen up and up and you relax more and more and when you notice it you'll be so relaxed and so sleepy you'll just sink more deeply letting your mind go empty, your thoughts fade and your body relax more and more," I said.

By this point her hand had risen roughly level with her eyes and she noticed it in her peripheral vision. She blinked again, her eyes fluttering and said, "Hand."

I moved towards her, pressing down firmly on the floating hand and ordering in a sharp tone, "Sleep now."

Heather fell forward in her chair, her body pressing against me as I stood and held her in place with my hand on her head as I rocked her slightly, using the same hypnotic language as the hypnotist had to deepen the trance. About twenty minutes later I woke her up.

"Well it was fun regardless," I said as if no time had passed.

She nodded, "Glad you enjoyed it."

I excused myself and left her office. It was hard to concentrate on my work for the rest of the day, as the next stage in my plan was unfolding. I left about ten minutes early to make sure that I was in position, casually typing on my phone near the elevator, when she left her office and headed towards the parking garage. I made sure that we got on the same elevator.

"Going home?" I asked conversationally.

"Yeah," she said smiling at me.

"It'll be nice to relax at home, to become comfortable and sleep," I said stepping behind her and putting my hands on her shoulders. I said again, "Sleep"

As I said it the second time I pulled her backwards into me, and she sagged in my arms dropping her purse. I gave her a few quick commands and then woke her up. She stood straight and apologized for what she wasn't sure.

"I got dizzy I guess, I'm sorry," she said, "why don't I give you a ride home, to say thank you for catching me?"

I grinned and acted surprised, "Sure. But maybe I should drive, you look a little sleepy still, very distant and relaxed. You're not thinking, just obeying and relaxing more."

Heather's mouth hung open, a dazed and distant expression on her face. I guided her to her car, and sat her in the passenger seat and then sent her back into trance with a snap of my fingers and an authoritative "Sleep."

Her address was in the car's internal GPS, and so I drove and deepened her beginning to put in suggestions that she wanted to be around me, that she was attracted to me and found me interesting and powerful. By the time we pulled up to her very nice home, she was just waking from the trance these new thoughts settling into her head.

Unprompted she invited me in, and as she went to change and have a quick shower I browsed her books on the shelf. Bored I noticed that her laptop was open, and unlocked. Given that it was her home laptop and not the one that she'd taken from work I thought that I might get a better sense of her interests and the things that she was into by looking through her browsing history.

Apart from visits to LinkedIn, Facebook and some high end shopping sites I was surprised to find something incredibly... well surprising. Visits to MCstories, Suechan's old website and much more that were inherently familiar to me. These were the sites of someone with a hypnokink. Not only that it stretched far back, well before the holiday party so it wasn't just a new thing.

Heather came out of her bedroom with her hair pulled back into a ponytail, she wore loose fitting blue track shorts and a t-shirt with the name Yale on the front.

"What are you doing with my laptop?" she said her voice showing annoyance bordering close to anger.

"It beeped," I said, "I didn't want you to miss an email."

Even as I was saying it I realized that it sounded like I was lying, which I was. Rather than answering her question I had only raised new ones and seemed like I was panicking in the process. Deciding the only way out was forward, and that doubling down was my best option, I stepped towards her.

"I noticed you are interested in hypnosis," I said, "in being hypnotized, in sleeping and in obeying."

She turned a bright shade of red, either from anger or embarrassment. I did not have time to parse which it was and instead pressed on. 

"That's why you relax so well, sink so deeply for me," I said, "you crave the feeling, your deep desires tell you that you want to sleep and obey. That hypnosis arouses you and your arousal hypnotizes you."

"Get out of my home," Heather said, her voice far from firm. 

I shook my head, "You want to pretend to be smart and in control, but deep down you want to obey to submit. Feel your body and mind agreeing with me, feel yourself sinking dropping down now. Heavy and sleepy, let yourself fall into your fantasy, let yourself sleep and obey. Sleep and obey."

Placing a hand on one shoulder and the other on her temple I began to slowly rock here back and forth, and trace my finger in circles around the side of her head. Briefly she tried to push me back, but quickly simply relaxed with both her arms falling limply to her sides. Her eyes fluttered, closed and she stood there her head falling forwards against my chest.

I guided her to a soft sofa, where I laid her down. She sunk, sleeping deeply as I spoke asking questions about her desires, and encouraging her naughty subconscious mind to embrace them.

When Heather woke up she sat upright and studied me for a moment before falling to her knees, "Thank you Master. I've always wanted this, deep down. Thank you for taking me and making me yours."

I smiled down at her, glad to have seized my opportunity and contemplating just how I was going to enjoy the rewards of my bravery.