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“Whoopsie!”

With a nervous giggle and a brief, apologetic smile in my direction, Bubbles began to carefully squat down in front of my desk. In an obvious effort not to flash me, she kept her legs closed and nervously tugged on the hem of her skirt until she was all the way down. Oh sure, on a more experienced girl, such a niminy-piminy display of modesty would have annoyed me. But despite her looks and the way she could sway her hips, Bubbles was still a freshman. A naive, inexperienced secretary-in-training with lots to learn. Although I wasn’t entirely sure about the “naive” part any more.

“Bubbles…” I said after a moment, trying to convey disappointment in my voice.

“Yes Sir?” She asked, reaching for the pen.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“Uhh… picking up my pen Sir. I accidentally dropped it.”

“Yes, I noticed. But why are you picking it up that way?”

Bubbles looked down at the pen, then up at me again. Apparantly, she had no clue what I could possibly be hinting at.

“That way? What way? This way?” She asked, confused.

“Yes. The way you’re doing it. With the squatting and the nervous tugging on your skirt.”

“Uhm… what’s wrong with that? I’m just trying to be modest. Sir.”

“Modest.”

“Umhm.”

“I don’t think I like that sort of modesty.”

“Oh. Uhm... sorry, I guess.”

“Matter of fact, I doubt that anybody likes that kind of modesty. At least on a secretary.”

She gave me a pout. “Huh. But then what way do you suppose I should be picking up things?”

Now she was looking me straight in the eyes. That almost made me nervous. Was there a hint of disdain on her face? Or was she just furrowing her brows in an attempt of hide the sly, knowing grin that was forming underneath?

“Observe” I said, averting my eyes and buzzing the intercom. “Samantha dearie, would you please walk in.”

And walk in she did. Oh boy. As I had mentioned before, Samantha was a stunner. Her walk was perfect. Hell, she was perfect. Then again, of course she was. The girl was about to graduate. A full blown hypnotized secretary, highly efficient, intensely erotic. Ready for the job in every possible way. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Bubbles looking on in admiration and envy. Okay, I guess that’s sort of an interpretation. But you get the picture.

“What can I do for you, Sir?” Samantha asked in a professional, albeit sexy voice.

“Oh, nothing special right now. But you”, I said, turning to address Bubbles again, who was staring at Samantha. “You should cover your ears for this, but watch her closely.”

Bubbles nodded and silently complied, covering her ears.

“Butterfingers” I then whispered in a low voice so that only Samantha would be able hear it. Not that she’d consciously notice those words, but that wasn’t necessary anyway.

I couldn’t even see how Samantha’s hands were moving, but after a couple seconds, there was that distinctive clicking sound of a pen hitting the floor. It landed on the perfect spot, right behind her. Samantha’s pen-dropping marksmanship was a wonder in itself.

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as her conscious mind came to notice the “clumsy” little act her hands had just obediently performed.

“Whoopsie.” She commented, staring straight ahead. “I accidentally dropped my pen. I must pick it up.”

That sounded a little too mechanical for my taste, but not every girl could be a perfect secretary and a skilled actress. Samantha proceeded to do a flawless 180 degree turn, right on the spot, followed by a slow, somewhat stiff looking, over-sexualized bendover. She was amazingly flexible.

“Samantha, samantha”, I thought to myself, “You never fail to impress your old dirtbag of a teacher.”

I turned to check on Bubbles, who also stared, a little absent mindedly, biting down on her lower lip as if pondering what to think of the scene she was witnessing.

“Wow.” She said after Samantha had straightened back up.

“Wow indeed.” I confirmed, grinning widely as I turned to Samantha. “Thank you honey, that’ll be it for now. Would you please wait outside, class is about to start in fifteen minutes or so. I’ll buzz you in.”

“Yes Sir Mister Anderson.”

“Good girl.”

“Mmm…”

I waited for the door to close behind her before turning towards Bubbles again.

“That. That was the way, the only proper way, for a secretary to pick up things from the floor.”

Bubbles was blushing a deep shade of red.

“Oh my… it was so… sexual.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sexual. Well yes, indeed. Well observed. But what’s wrong with that?”

“Oh nothing… I mean, she does have a fine body. But… the way she moved… that was just… obscene.”

“So?”

“An office isn’t supposed to be a strip club, is it?”

“Bubbles, I don’t know what sort of naughty things you just pictured in your head, but I failed to see anyone strip.”

She blushed even deeper. “I mean, the way she moved! Like a stripper!”

“No, Bubbles.” I stated firmly. “Strippers don’t move like that. They wish they could, perhaps. But only secretaries got such moves. Only perfect, hypnotized secretaries.”

She swallowed loudly. “They do?”

I nodded. “Absolutely.”

“All of them?”

“Yes. Well, eventually. With proper training and education.”

“Using hypnosis.”

“Yeah.”

“But it’s… it’s so… humiliating.”

“How is it humiliating to show off ones’ perfect body?”

“It’s... objectifying women.”

Oh dear. Really? Hypnotized secretary-in-training and feminist? I put on my stern father face. Time to lay some patriarchy on her.

“Bubbles.” I said firmly.

She looked back at me, unimpressed. “Mister Anderson.” She stated equally firmly. Again, she almost made me nervous.

“You’re becoming a special kind of woman.” I explained, trying not to sound defensive. “You’re becoming a secretary.”

“So?”

“A secretary would not mind being objectified sexually.”

Bubbles blinked a couple times, looking confused as my words were messing with her mind.

“I… don’t mind…” She stuttered. Then she stopped talking and frowned. “Sir… I do mind!”

“Come on Bubbles…” I said, rolling my eyes in annoyance. “Be a good girl and repeat the suggestion. Otherwise it won’t sink in properly.”

“No! You’re trying to hypnotize me into showing off my body!”

“So?”

“I don’t want to!” She hissed, crossing her arms. “Or rather, I should not.”

“No?”

“No! I must be a decent kind of secretary, not some office skank.”

“I beg to differ! Just because you’re being sexy does not make you a skank.”

“No but it makes me look like one. That’s… that’s just not me.”

“Not you, huh? Then why can’t you stop excessively swaying your hips when you walk.”

“I… I can! I can totally walk without swaying my hips.”

“Right… well, show me then. Please. Prove to me that you are capable of not showing off your body. Then I might believe you that it is not what you want.”

She nodded, bit her lower lip again, and then looked up at me. “Okay. You just watch me… Sir.”

I grinned. “Don’t worry, sweetums. I will.”

She cautiously took a step forward. Immediately her hips tilted to one side. Not that it surprised me of course. I had personally spent hours trancing her, establishing a subconscious link between walking and hip-swaying in her mind. She didn’t really stand a chance, but that wasn’t the point anyway. The point was to make her understand her new role in life.

She attempted to take another step, and her hips swayed towards the other side. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yummy.” I said.

“That was a practicing step!” She commented angrily.

“Oh of course sweetie. But now, let’s see the real thing.”

She looked as if she was trying very hard to concentrate. But once again, as she took a couple more careful steps, her hips swayed ever so generously with each single one. Back and forth and back and forth. She kept trying, but to no avail. I grinned, proud of my work and feeling only a little guilty of screwing with an innocent mind. It had to be done, and I was only following orders anyway.

“Oh god.” Bubbles finally stated, looking defeated.

“God has nothing to do with this.” I said, trying to sound comforting. “It’s you doing that. And it’s okay that you’re doing it.”

She nodded.

“Beautifully, I might add.”

“Thank you Sir… but…”

“Bubbles, there is no shame in being a hypnotized secretary. And no shame in acting like one either.”

“But… you making me bend over… that’s just…”

“A part of your normal office routine? Believe me, you’re going to do that a lot. And you will grow to like it, if you just let yourself go.”

She frowned at me again, though looking a little less determined than before. “I will not simply let myself go when facing a serious case of sexual harrassment.”

“Okay, that tears it. Bubbles, ‘sexual harrassment’ is a bad word.”

She blinked at me. “What?”

“’Sexual harrassment’ is a bad word.”

“It is?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“Try saying it again.”

“Say what?”

“Sexual harrassment.”

“Why? Sexu…al…hur….huh….isss…uhm…”

“Good girl.”

She stared at me, with a look of utter confusion on her face. A soft “Mmmm…” escaped her lips as the pleasure trigger kicked in.

“Bubbles, can you tell me what sexual harrassment means?”

“Sexu….what?”

I grinned. “Sexual harrassment.”

“Uhm… I have no idea Sir.”

“And how do you feel about showing off your body?”

“Uhm… conflicted, Sir.”

I sighed. “What’s the conflict?”

“I… I feel proud of my body, especially… certain parts of it.”

“Like your delicious derriere?”

She went beet red again. “Mhm. For some reason.”

“Don’t worry, that’s normal for a secretary.”

“You don’t say, Sir…”

“I do say. Tell me, what hinders you from showing off the goods, like everybody wants you to?”

“It’s not how I was raised I guess. I don’t want to feel like a total slut.”

“Well slut is such a harsh word. But look, you’re already doing that hip swaying thing. That looks very sexy, and yes, maybe a tad bit slutty. But you’re okay with that, right?”

“Yeah… because I can’t help it.”

“Because subconsciously you want to do it.”

“Maybe. But it’s, like… inconspicious. Unlike the thing Samantha just did.”

“Sweetie, I think neither your walk, nor her bending over was inconspicious. But you’ll have to get used to being the center of attention every now and then. Okay?”

“But…”

“Especially considering the way you’re going to bend over from now.”

She swallowed loudly. “There’s no way around it. Is there?”

“No Bubbles. There isn’t. You’re deeply hypnotized after all. I try being gentle with your fresh, inexperienced mind. But if you keep making a fuss about things, I might feel tempted to utilize some more drastic measures.”

“Oh… drastic as in, trancing me even more deeply?”

“Drastic as in, laying a firm hand on your tush. Or a paddle, for that matter.”

“Oh my! And mindfucking me to like it?”

“Uh… yeah.” I said, a little surprised by her last remark. “Why not.”

“And if I disobey, making me wet myself in front of the whole class?” She blurted out.

“Uh… what?!”

For the umpteenth time today, the girl was blushing hotly. She wasn’t the only one this time. Had she really just suggested… that? What the hell?!

“You know… for punishment.” She whispered.

“Uhm… sure...” I said. “I guess some humiliation might teach a bad girl some… humility.”

“Oh it most certainly would.”

“Riiight. Good. Well. Thank you for the suggestion Bubbles.”

“You’re very welcome, Sir.”

“Good.”

“Yes.”

“Uhm, class is about to start. Go get the girls, they’re waiting outside.”

“Yes Sir!”

I watched her walk over to the door and realized one thing; If any one of the girls would ever be capable of out-swaying Samantha, it might just be Bubbles. That girl really had potential. Even though she was maybe i bit more of a weirdo than I had initially forseen.

“Richard, I am delighted. From the looks of it, you did a great job on Bubbles.”

“Oh, thank you Miss Holloway!” I said, sounding a little more relieved than I had intended. “Glad you’re pleased. So you saw her already today?”

“Yes. Just now, by the lockers. I don’t quite know what you changed about her, but somehow she seemed more… humble.”

“I pulled some strings. Was half afraid it might not even be noticable, to be quite honest.”

“Not to the untrained eye maybe. But I know a submissive girl when I see one.” She grinned at me. “Well, make that a submissive person.”

She gave me an ominous wink. My cock twitched like a helpless puppy tail. I hated how she could excite me so easily.

“Bubbles does have an annoying habit of attempting to resist, at least occasionally.” I remarked. “But, in the end she turned out to be a reasonable girl, capable of accepting and cherishing the career path you have so wisely chosen for her.”

“Good.” Miss Holloway said, looking pleased. She didn’t even bother to remark on the obvious irony I had sloppily hidden in my last statement.

“Oh, and she seems to be way into humiliation.” I added.

“Humiliation? That’s wonderful.”

“Uh, yeah I guess it is, Miss.”

“What kind of humiliation are we talking? And how did you find out, Richard?”

“Well, I stumbled over it, so to say. She kind of suggested I should make her… uh… wet herself as a punishment.”

Miss Holloway burst into laughter. “Really?”

I nodded.

“That’s just delightful!”

“I think it’s a little bizarre.”

“Yes. Delightfully so.”

“If you say so, Miss.”

“Richard, it’s great! Just think about the possibilities!”

“Possibilities? Of having a… leaky secretary?”

“Oh yes, brilliant! Love it!”

“What? Love what?” I asked, confused by Miss Holloway’s enthusiasm.

“Leaky secretary. Those words might just become her trigger words, don’t you think?”

“Ohkaaaay… but… what for?”

“To make her wet herself.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes Miss, I get it. But I mean, why would I want that?”

“Perhaps you wouldn’t want it to happen. But I know clients of ours who would pay double for a secretary who has triggers like that.”

“Oh. I get it. You want to cater to the pervert clientele. For profit. Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

Uh-oh. Had I crossed a line there? Miss Holloway didn’t look particularly pleased.

“Richard, don’t you dare go moral on me again!” She said, glaring.

“Sorry, Miss. It just feels wasteful to me. Turning a promising, highly talented young girl like Bubbles into a silly little tinkle toy for some disgusting urophiliac.”

“As if urophiliacs were the only pervs in our portfolio! Come on, Richard, everybody who hires a hypnotized secretary is perverted to some degree. You have to acknowledge that.”

“Yes Miss.”

“And even you are a pervert to the bone, Richard! Aren’t you?”

“I… well maybe, I mean, ever since you hypnotized me, my sexuality has become kind of… messed up.”

She laughed. “You can certainly say that, Richard. But then again, I am only working with what you give me there. I am only using your secret hidden desires and making you act on them.”

I nodded, beet red. “That doesn’t make them less embarrassing.”

She giggled, almost in a girlish way. “But isn’t it fun, having someone do that to you?”

I hesitated, but of course she was right. I loved to hate how she made me feel. I hated myself for loving it. And I most certainly was the biggest pervert of them all. I gave her a nod.

“See. You are going to do the same to Bubbles. It’s not a bad thing to do. You’re helping her be herself.”

“Not be herself. Wet herself.”

“Because she loves it. Secretly.”

“I guess so, Miss.”

“You know so.”

“Okay.”

Later that day, I encountered Bubbles in the hallway.

“Hello Bubbles.” I said, sounding unintentionally nervous.

“Oh, hello Sir.” She replied, looking down on the floor.

Why did we both avoid each other’s eyes?

“Sir, about before… that thing I said about… uhm… punishment…”

“Oh don’t worry sweetums. I won’t tell anyone.” I lied.

“I really don’t know what came over me, Sir.”

“Don’t worry, it will not be spoken of again.”

“Of course, in the event of a misdeed, you can still spank me. As is customary with hypnotized secretaries.”

“I know sweetie. As I said, don’t worry. If it’s necessary, I will just spank you.”

“Good. Well, uhm, see you monday, Sir. I have to walk up these stairs now.”

“Uh huh.”

I lost my train of thoughts as I followed her up the stairs with my eyes. Those hips. Back and forth. Thank goodness the staircase was so high. It was crazy. How could I bring out her inner anything… she was perfect already.