Georgia Explains Some More
You are sitting in an easy chair in your home, completely dressed. You have invited Georgia to your home for a weekend work session. You say, "Georgia, I'm glad that you agreed to come to my house today. I'd like to talk about your performance at work. But things have been so strange there lately that I feel a bit more, well, comfortable talking to you here."
"Yes, sir," Georgia replies, "Do you mind if I make myself a bit . . . more comfortable?"
"Go right ahead, Georgia. Make yourself at home."
Fleeting visions of a naked Georgia flit through your might so quickly that your mind has no time to focus on any one of them. As you drink in her beauty, you know that your desire to ask about the cockring, nipple clamps and butt plug you found yourself adorned with in your office the other day are not going to be discussed after all.
"Sir, I have only one thing to say to you."
"Yes, Georgia," you ask.
"Sleep!" she commands. You immediately fall into trance.
"Look into my eyes and listen, slave. You are falling deeper . . . deeper . . . the sound of my voice is mesmerizing . . . hypnotic . . . you are the perfect, hypnotic, obedient slave."