BDSM: Brain Destroying Spectacular Mammaries
A Smuthunter Story
Bianca greeted Leo the same way she did every morning, with a smile and a wave as he walked past her desk. And like every morning he stopped for a few minutes to chat with her and also do the other thing they both knew he did every morning: Take his time to admire the sights.
Bianca was pretty, but to Leo she was a little too on the heavy side, a little too big. Still, while Leo saw her as too thick and curvy for his tastes, he mainly saw her as buxom… extremely buxom.
Bianca’s tits could not be contained, and that was in part on company orders. Well not orders, but based on Bianca’s effect on people that came in, no one had anything negative to say about her busty dresses, her just revealing enough in the right way tops, and her overall presentation. She was charming when she wanted to be, but she saved it for the clients.
With Leo she was flirty, but in a teasing, confrontational way. She took every chance to point out any time he was wrong about something, or any time he was late, or took a long lunch, or really any chance she had to poke him.
Except for when he was staring at her bountiful breasts, then she was sweet, or quiet, and just let him stare till they both needed to go on with their day.
Was she Leo’s type? Not really.
But that didn’t interfere with her great tits, especially because it seemed like any time he sort of acquiesced to her, or agreed with her, she had this way of shifting her soft, curvaceous body to make those incredible tits stand out even more.
Today she was wearing a white and black paneled dress with her customary low neckline, but this one was a box and not a scoop so her tits were framed and not just displayed, and she was wearing a black cardigan, and a white headband that pushed her chin length, copper red hair away from her face. She was wearing her black tortoise shell glasses too; she had a few sets to go with her different outfits.
“So Leo,” she leaned forward like she always did when he came by, giving him his customary better view of her deep, deep cleavage, “I think we’re the only ones staying in the office this afternoon, you know what that means.”
“I’m sorry Bianca, I…”
She held up a short, pudgy finger, “You promised, and you are not backing out this time. I need the practice, and you promised. Besides…” she tugged on the golden chain around her neck and a small oblong, red crystal popped up and out between her cantaloupe sized breasts, “I even brought my new hypno-necklace.”
She dangled it up above her breasts and it started to swing back and forth, and said almost under her breath, “Not like I’ll need it.”
Leo found himself watching the little red crystal swinging above those, big, gently tanned, soft, white breasts. He had promised Bianca last week that he’d let her practice her hypnosis on him, but he didn’t know why he’d agreed with her, and he’d done a good job of not living up to it since he did. When he asked her why she’d been taking hypnosis classes, Bianca had stuck her tits out and said, “I like it when people do what I want.”
It had sounded like a joke, but Leo wasn’t sure just how much of a joke it really was, and it was more than a little erotic. It wasn’t just her weight, she was a big personality, and she could be so overwhelming, her tits could just be so totally overwhelming that when she bullied him sometimes all he could do was stare at her chest and concede because she was just too much.
“Why don’t you just set aside some time for me after lunch,” the little crystal stopped its swinging and started to descend back down between her tits, “that way you can just finally do what you promised and you can stop thinking about it.”
She used her finger to give the crystal a little push down into her cleavage, “And you’ll feel so much better when you stop having to think about it, won’t you?”
“Yeah,” he’d kind of lost track of the conversion for a second as he watched her necklace sink and disappear between her boobs, “yeah you’re right.”
She smiled and put her hand over his and looked into his eyes, her honey brown eyes sparkled like she had a secret, “I always am.”
* * *
“Knock knock,” Leo looked up from his desk in the office he shared, and smiled at Bianca, who was standing in the doorway. Her cardigan was gone, her “hypno-necklace” was dangling from her fingers and she had her bag over her shoulder, “are you ready?”
Somehow, Leo had forgotten about his conversation with Bianca almost as soon as it ended, in part because she had been right, once he agreed he didn’t have to think about it anymore, and because the morning had been busy.
The rest of the office really was gone except for the two of them. He was still there because he had work to do and liked getting to work alone in his office, and she was still there because she also had work she wanted to do. The thing was, after everyone took off at lunch, he couldn’t remember what exactly he was going to catch up on.
And sure, there was always something, but…
“Sure, I think so. Is…”
Bianca walked into the office, “I locked the front door, and if someone calls, I can take it in here. Now loosen your tie, or take it off, sit back, and take a few deep breaths okay? I know it’s weird, because hypnosis is weird and misunderstood, so don’t worry, I know how you’re feeling. Focus on your breathing, focus on how you said you’d help me, and just follow my instructions and this will be super easy.”
She pulled his officemate’s chair over and sat down across from him, after hanging her bag on it. Leo had sort of reflexively started to focus on his breathing when she told him to, and he figured that since he was helping her practice, it only made sense to follow her instructions.
“So, all I’m going to do is hypnotize you. I’m just going to put you into a state of focused relaxation where you’ll feel really calm and really relaxed, and probably really good, and more suggestible than you usually are. So,” she adjusted her dress as she adjusted her position in the chair, which meant tugging down on her dress and showing more cleavage, “for you, that means, you’ll probably feel very suggestible, since you’re a naturally suggestible person…”
Before he could respond, or challenge that, because he was a stubborn and combative person when he regularly chose to be, she held her necklace up, the red crystal dangled down to just above her cleavage.
“For me at least.” She touched the crystal briefly and smiled at him. “ I know other people really struggle with your personality and how willful you are, but for two big reasons,“ she seemed to thrust her chest towards him like she did any time he agreed or gave in, “it seems like you always just want to listen to whatever I have to say, and then agree with me.”
Before he could respond to that, or hide the fact he was blushing as he stared at those two big reasons, she continued. “It’s why I know I don’t really need this to hypnotize you again, but I think you need it as permission to really lean into doing something we both know you already do. And since all I need you to do for me to hypnotize you is to focus on me, which you do whenever I want you to, just listen to the sound of my voice as you follow my instructions, and just keep relaxing even more with your breathing.”
The crystal started to swing, seemingly on its own.
“So, you can just focus on the crystal now, until your eyes just drop to where they really want to stare, and just keep breathing deeply, steadily, and slowly for me now. And no matter what you think you want to say, as you already start to watch the crystal, feeling your eyes getting so tired already, tired of trying not to just stare at my tits, you realize as much as you want to say no to me, or argue with me, you just can’t deny that you want me to tell you what to do.”
“What do you mean,” he was trying to look away from the crystal, and trying not to stare at those tits she let him oggle every morning, and it was making his eyelids start to flutter. “What do you mean, hypnotize me again?”
“I mean that I hypnotized you before, that’s why I’m hypnotizing you again, it’s pretty simple. You were staring at my tits, like you’re staring at them now, focused completely on my big tits like you always do, liek you’re doing more and more with every word I speak, staring at them, getting lost in the sound of my voice as you get lost between my cleavage, and we were talking, and I was telling you how relaxing it is to get hypnotized, and that you could imagine how easy it would be for me to hypnotize someone because of how persuasive I am, and I asked you if you could imagine me hypnotizing someone with my relaxing… soothing… receptionist voice that I use…”
