Chapter 01

A naughty game goes wrong

"Anyone home?" a voice shouted.

"I'm here!" Florence shouted back. Hearing footsteps padding toward the bedroom, she wriggled her body in anticipation of her husband's arrival. She wanted to jump up and down with the excitement, although that would be impossible in the ludicrously high heels.

"Oh! Hi, Mrs Fencer," Jack shyly spoke. He stood in the doorway, knowing he should look away, but the image was so enticing.

"Jack! Hi! I'm so glad someone is here. I need help, come in, please," she whined.

"Err, what can I, err do for you," he politely replied, trying hard not to stare.

***

Florence felt a wave of embarrassment hit her like a slap to the face. She wanted to tell the young guy to leave, or at least turn around, though it was important to explain away the slutty clothes before he went. The only excuse coming to mind, was the outfit was for a fancy dress party.

Florence was preparing for her husband, to play a naughty sexy game. She was hypnotized to play at being his dumb trophy wife. The feeling of being dependent upon him, with the embarrassment of others thinking she was a ditzy blonde, was liberating. It had improved their sex lives enormously.

This week was going to be an extravagant adventure, by booking a whole week in a spa and entertainment complex. It had already started badly when her husband phoned to say he was going to be late, and she should get changed ready for when he arrived. Now this! Her step-sons friend had turned up, while she was hypnotised into taking on the dumb bimbo role.

***

"Like, these shoes, they are so bad with this dress," Bimbo exclaimed. The whining high pitched voice she used was almost as embarrassing as the slutty clothes.

"They look OK!" he commented. He was looking at the tight dress, ignoring the shoes altogether..

"Oh! Gosh! No! Like, yuk, they're so wrong. Can you help me change them, please! It would be a disaster to break my nails, and I can't bend to reach the shoe in this tight dress," she whined.

Florence and her husband had never played the game with anyone they knew, and this young man certainly did. Jack was her step-son's friend from college, and that left her feeling terribly embarrassed.

"OK. I guess," he murmured a reply. He couldn't take his eyes off the sexy, figure hugging dress.

"Well, hold my hands, so I can step back. I'll sit on the bed while you help," the Bimbo said.

Florence was aghast, as the bimbo drew Jack into helping her. She tried to calm down, so that she could take control of the stupid bimbo.

Jack warily took hold of her small hands, while she took a couple of steps back in the high heels. He understood what she meant now. It looked as though she was on stilts, and he wondered how it was possible to stand upright in them.

"Careful! Don't break my nails!" Bimbo warned him. At that moment she fell backwards, sprawling on the bed, pulling him over.

Florence gazed at him with a look of dismay, as he collapsed on top of her. His face was in her deep cleavage! Thinking the young guy might tell his friends about it, heightened the sense of embarrassment.

"I see you've met my big tittles!" Bimbo giggled. "Do you like them?" Bimbo asked, thrusting them up at him, like trophies.

Florence nearly died of shame. She wanted to shrink away from the excruciating predicament. Instead she had to take control of the dumb bitch, before something worse happened.

"Sorry, Mrs Fencer," he spluttered.

"I guess no harm done," the Bimbo smiled. "Like, my shoes? The red ones, over there," she pointed out.

"Yea, sure," Jack answered, with a wavering voice. If it hadn't been his friends mom, it would have been exciting to have his face in such a big pair of tits. It was wrong, and he had the feeling he was in trouble.

At least he was busy with something, and the dumb bimbo was quiet while waiting. It gave Florence a chance to think. As soon as the shoes were on, the bimbo would be happy and relaxed. It would be much easier to take control at that point. An explanation would have to be made, though digging her-self out of this hole would be difficult.

He knelt at her feet undoing the leather catch at her ankle.

"Hey! Be careful guy! Don't ladder my stockings," the Bimbo warned him.

Jack looked up at her to say something. His hands stopped working, and his mouth felt full of cotton wool. He held her foot and shoe in both hands, inadvertently separating her legs. Maybe they had been like that from when they both fell onto the bed. Surely she should have pulled them together.

He could see up the short dress, right between her legs! Her bare thighs with blue straps digging tightly into the soft flesh, was fascinating. The tiny white patch of material, covering her golden triangle was enthralling. He had seen pictures of women in magazines with a shaved pussy, yet this was a real one, inches from his nose.

An already red face turned puce, as though he was about to explode. He felt light headed too.

"Hey you! You alright, Jack?" the Bimbo asked.

Florence was in turmoil. The damn bimbo had left her legs open, too stupid to realise this young eighteen year old was staring at her crotch. The bimbo might be oblivious, but she was in an agony of embarrassment over it. What the hell was he thinking of her? His friend's mother was showing off her panties to him. The embarrassment kept her off balance, unable to gather her wits to stop the terrible situation.

Instead of replying, he tore his eyes away from the delectable sight of her crotch. He fiddled with the clasp, eventually getting the shoe free. Even holding her stocking clad foot was making him hot under the collar. Knowing she was wearing stockings, rather than tights, was a turn on.

Shit! He would have to be careful, or she would see his hard-on. As he moved to the other shoe, her foot brushed his thigh. It was a shock of imagined static electricity. He sighed deeply, trying to bring his breathing rate down.

"Are you sure you're alright, Jack," Bimbo asked, with the same bubbly voice, looking concerned.

"I'm fine, Mrs Fencer," he hoarsely whispered. He had never noticed her long blonde hair before, though he hadn't really noticed her while visiting Phillip. After all, she was Phil's mother, therefore of no interest to him. The big innocent eyes looking directly at him were so attractive he had to look away.

Looking straight ahead, he couldn't help noticing her thighs again. He hadn't realised how alluring thighs could be. It was all ass, tits, and pussy they talked about at college. Thinking of his face in this woman's tits, stirred him even more.

He concentrated on removing the shoe, and escaping, before he spurted into his shorts.

"Right, well done, Jack. The shoes are over there, if you don't mind helping silly me," she cooed.

"No, of course, yea," he murmured.

All Florence could do was sit and wait for it to end. She gave up struggling to take control of the bimbo, for she hadn't been able to bring her own emotions down to a manageable level. It was when the bimbo personality got her into trouble like this, that she needed her husband to rescue her.

He fumbled with the shoe, as it had a different catch, though like the other one it wrapped around an ankle. He fought the urge to look up from the task, losing the struggle more than once. Her thighs were so milky smooth, and soft looking, he wanted to reach up and touch them.

At last he stood up, away from temptation. The hem was high around her thighs, showing off the stocking tops, though at least her triangle was hidden. He could still see it, burnt into his retina, and forever saved in his thoughts.

"Help me up, please," Bimbo said, extending her arms out to him.

This time he braced himself, not daring to fall on the vision of loveliness again. He pulled hard, and she arose like the fabled lady of the lake. Only she kept going, bumping against his chest. He instinctively grabbed her, wrapping his arms around the delectable body. She wobbled on high heels, rubbing her breasts against his t-shirt.

"Oh! Sorry Jack, clumsy me nearly had you on the floor," Bimbo giggled.

His nose was touching her cheek. He wanted to kiss her. The ruby red lipstick exaggerated her pouting, full lips. Her perfume wafted over him in a cloud of feminine allure. She stopped swaying, but he still held on tight. The moment became embarrassing, but he just couldn't let go. The feel of her soft breasts against his chest was wonderful.

"You can let go of me now, I don't think I'll fall," she told him. "I'm such a clumsy thing. I had you on the bed, and now I've had you standing up. Hope you're not cross with silly little me?" Bimbo asked.

He shook his head, thinking about what she said, in an entirely different way to what she meant.

***

Florence quivered inside, from hearing the bawdy remark. The stupid bimbo was making a fool of her. At least he seemed genuinely shocked from the close contact. He was obviously inexperienced. He would probably have the decency to keep quiet about this at college, not wanting to upset Phillip.

The worst that might happen was he went home to play with himself. That thought made her feel pitiful. Being the object of an adolescent's hand-job was demeaning. What did she expect, after displaying herself so lewdly to him?

The point of their time away, was for her to feel embarrassed, and her husband to feel empowered, showing off an attractive blonde. They would each get what they wanted, and have a sex filled week. She felt embarrassed now, only it shouldn't have been with someone she knew.

Earlier Mathew called to say he was going to be late, so she had to be ready to go, when he arrived home. The only way she could dress like this, was by invoking the hypnotic suggestion. If she had realised how powerful it had become, she wouldn't have.

A slight tingling between the legs was a warning bell. At least the bimbo was too stupid to realise what she was doing. Florence decided to leave her to it, and ignore what was going on. That way, she wouldn't get so worked up. It was Mathew's fault, so he could sort it out when he arrived, which must be soon.

Getting hot and bothered from the embarrassing situation, and from being so helpless, was far too dangerous without her husband being near. What if it had been a neighbour? A mature man would more than likely take advantage. It didn't bear thinking about how vulnerable she was to a man's advances.

Florence remembered a few weeks ago when they stayed at a hotel. A young man talked her out of her panties. He had the bimbo convinced that nylon panties would cause cancer, and that she should remove them immediately. Despite his restrained smirk, the bimbo became so worried, she discreetly removed them, right there in the bar.

He had helpfully taken them from her, and put them in his pocket. When he advised her to get an immediate check-up, the bimbo became even more worried, as it couldn't be arranged until Monday. Florence knew what was coming next, and worked on the bimbo, trying to get her to go back to the room.

He cleverly talked the bimbo into asking him to examine her. He reluctantly refused, plainly looking to give in, after another drink. Just as he agreed to take the stupid bimbo to his room, to examine her vagina, Mathew arrived and rescued her.

She never did tell her husband the young guy had her panties. For the rest of the weekend she had to keep stopping the bimbo from removing her panties.

***

"Oh! Golly, no! These shoes are just too dreadful with this dress," Bimbo petulantly stated.

Jack couldn't see anything wrong with them. He shrugged his shoulders, preparing to escape. He backed away from her, while she alternately stared into the mirror, and scanned the room for something else to wear.

"Would you be a wonderful young man, and help me again?" Bimbo asked.

The wide open, innocent eyes, swayed his better judgement. He just nodded, unable to utter the word, 'anything'.

"You're so wonderfully kind," Bimbo squeaked. She kissed him on the cheek, swaying dangerously on the high heels.

He reached forward to steady her, only this time his hand was lower down. It touched her bottom, or at least the side of it, just lower than her hip. He snatched it away, as though it burnt his fingers.

"In there is a lovely blue dress, with flowers on it, could you fetch it for me," Bimbo said, lowering her eye lids and pouting. She was enjoying having an assistant to help her dress.

"This one?" Jack asked.

"Perfect! You're such a clever young man. Now, help me off with this one," she said. "It's too tight, and it won't go with these heels," she added.

"Err, I could take the shoes off," he suggested.

"Noooo! I want to see how they look with the lovely blue dress," she whined.

He looked at her for a moment, wondering what was going on. Was this a wet dream? He was sure Mrs Fencer didn't talk like that, with the squeaky girly voice. Was this woman a stupid sister or something? Maybe she was a twin?

"All you need to do is hold onto the hem, and pull it up. Right up over my head. Be careful of the stockings, and my nails, and don't tread on the shoes," she instructed. She lifted her arms up and looked at him, expecting the instructions to be carried out.

As though in a dream, he grabbed a hold of the hem. He had to admit, it was a tight fit. It was like a sheath, hugging the curves of her body. His hands trembled as he pulled the dress up her legs. The stocking tops, straps, then finally the panties and garter belt were revealed. He then had to roll it over her hips, to a slim waist.

It slipped easily over her flat tummy, then again he had to roll it over her breasts. The little push up bra was a treat to the eyes. Her soft luscious breasts were crushed together into a deep cleavage, in the undercut bra. They were being squeezed and pushed around, as the dress was rolled up over them.

He had his face in them only minutes ago. Now they were fully on display, with the nipples about to pop out over the top. The stretchy dress was covering her arms and head, when it snagged a bracelet.

"Oh! Be careful, don't break my sparkly bracelet!" Bimbo complained, in a sing song girly voice.

Standing close to the almost naked woman, was making him feel light headed. She swayed against him as he fiddled with the garment and jewellery. He stood back a moment, taking a deep breath. He could safely stare at the beautiful body, while her head and arms was stuck in the dress.

His eyes were drawn from her stocking clad feet, up her shapely legs encased in sheer nylons, to the creamy white thighs. Suspender belts dug into the thighs, clasping the stocking tops, pulling them tight. A delicate triangle of silk pursed her lips, holding them in an enticing grip.

Up over her flat tummy he rove, stroking her soft pure skin with his eyes. Her breasts were held firmly in a small push up bra. He remembered the softness of them against his face, though now it was safe to watch them heave with every breath she took.

Florence took advantage while the Bimbo was just waiting in the dark, with a vacant mind. 'Listen to me! You are under my control,' Florence implored. It would be terribly embarrassing, standing before Jack as herself, but something had to be done. This just couldn't carry on.

Jack pulled the dress from her head, and dropped it on the bed. She just stood there looking dazed. It looked as though she were hypnotized. It struck him like a lightening flash! He remembered Phillip telling him about his parent's hobby. They performed an act at charity events, to raise money for charity. If he remembered right, that's where Philip's parents met. Mr Fencer was lucky to have such a beautiful young wife.

"Mrs Fencer! Listen to me! Are you all right?" he stated slowly, as though she were a simpleton.

"Nearly," Florence replied. She hadn't regained control yet, being in an awkward half stage between the Bimbo personality and herself.

"Are you hypnotised?" he slowly asked.

"Yes," she dreamily replied.

"Don't worry, I'll help you. Just do as I say, and everything will be alright. Do you understand?" he firmly told her, trying to sound reassuring.

"I think so," she said, responding to the reassurance, while wondering what he meant.

"I'll take care of you, just do as I say and it will be alright," he firmly stated.

Shit! She was nearly free of the damn Bimbo. Now he was going to try and help her, which she really didn't need. What did he think he was doing?

She just stood there looking dazed. He couldn't think what to do next, only knowing he would have to do something. He couldn't leave her like this. Not only that, if she awoke with him here, while she was in just a bra and panties, it would look so very bad. She must have been practising some sort of role for a show.

"Carry on as before, being who you were before, only you must do as I tell you," he said, trying to sound as though he knew what he was doing.

"Sure, OK!" Bimbo giggled.

Florence cringed inside with a dreadful feeling this was going to end badly. Damn the stupid boy, she had nearly been free of the dumb girl.

"You had better take those shoes off, and put some sensible ones on," he ordered.

He didn't want her running around like a slut, when her husband, or Philip returned home. If she told them he had been helping her get dressed, and had her on the bed, he would be in trouble. Phillip wouldn't talk to him again, and if his mother found out he would be grounded for the rest of summer.

He would have to search the internet for a solution. That was it! Wipe her memory of his involvement, and snap her out of this state.

He glanced at her smiling face, and couldn't help staring at her luscious body. He would have to dress her in something sensible, then take her home. When his mother arrived she would wonder what he was doing with a neighbour in his room. Dressed like this she would have something to say for sure.

"Here put this on. No! Don't take the underwear off. Wait! Tell me when you're dressed," Jack firmly told her. He left the room, to impatiently hover outside.

"Ready! I don't like this one bit. Its, so ordinary, it's shabby," Bimbo complained.

As far as Florence was concerned it was a great step forward. The flat shoes and simple dress was ordinary, and very welcome. Well done Jack!

"Oh! Alright, if you're sure," Bimbo answered.

No! Don't leave the house! Florence desperately needed to take control right now. It wasn't safe for her to be outside. The stupid bitch would get into some dreadful situation. It would be embarrassing to be seen like this by a neighbour. To meet a friend or relative would be humiliating.

Florence didn't know what to do. She had left it too long before trying to regain control of the bimbo. Now the bimbo was the dominant one, in control, making the decisions. As stupid as they might be, she was going to have to live with the consequences.

'Please! Don't go outside,' Florence silently whimpered. Coming into contact with others, without the protection of her husband, would be dangerous.

She would be giggling like a moron, showing herself up before everyone. This would have been exciting in a place where no one knew them, and with her husband looking after her. Here in the neighbourhood it could be disastrous. She might never live it down.

Shrinking away into a corner of her mind, she let Jack guide her. Fortunately they didn't meet anyone on the way to his house. Her friend, Jack's mother, was out, which was a big relief.

"Just sit there while I try to work this out," he told her.

It was reassuring that he wanted to help, yet all he had to do was ask. She could tell him exactly what to do, as it just needed a phrase to be spoken to bring her out of this mess.
"Like, yuk, I can't just sit here doing nothing. I'm bored!" Bimbo exclaimed. Florence had told the bimbo to hurry Jack along, and tried to get her to go home. Instead the stupid thing had declared she was bored.

"Here, chew this gum," he absently told her.

"Ooo! Cool! Pink!" Bimbo cooed. She sat there contentedly chewing, blowing a bubble, and popping it. A little squeal of pleasure erupted whenever a large bubble burst.

Florence felt so small and pathetic. Surely this couldn't go on. She willed him to forget the internet search, and ask her what to do. She was gradually regaining control, while the stupid one was preoccupied with chewing gum. Thankfully it didn't take much to distract the bimbo.

She was very nearly ready to speak out, to tell Jack the release phrase. It was difficult to break into the damn chewing, and blowing routine. At last the gum was pushed into a cheek, for Florence to try speaking.

The internet was no help at all. It had been a stupid idea. How in hell could he learn the techniques of hypnosis in five minutes.

"Tommy, he'll get me out of this mess," Jack murmured. "Come on, we're going," he told Mrs Fencer.

"Err, like where we going now?" Bimbo squeaked. As bad as it was being away from home, she didn't want to leave the relative safety of his room.

"Can't we stay here? I can blow for you, I like to blow, can I blow for you?" the Bimbo chirruped, with a bouncy girly voice. Florence was influencing the stupid thing, but it kept getting in the way of what she needed to say.

Jack took no notice. He grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the chair. "Come on! Do as you are told, be a good girl," he commanded.

He needed to get rid of the woman before his mother got home. It would be difficult to explain away, having Mrs Fencer here like this. He was sure to get the blame. He stopped by the front door, wondering if he should seek his friends help, or just dump her at home.

"I'm going to take you home. You can wait there until . . . Maybe it will wear off or something," he said, with a shrug of his shoulders.

Florence relaxed. Waiting at home for her husband would be ideal. Jack had been careful leading her here, so maybe they wouldn't meet anyone going home. The bags were packed, so all they had to do was drive to the resort.

"Hey Jack!" Mr Fencer shouted.

Shit! He shoved her further back into the house, out of sight.

"Hi!" he shouted back. Her husband was directly outside the house, leaning out of the car window.

"If you see Florence, tell her I've gone ahead. We'll meet at the resort. OK?" he said.

"Oh! Yea! OK!" he shouted back.

Florence heard her husband, and immediately wanted to shout to him. It didn't matter what he said, she would just have to live with the jokes and jibes. He would remind her at every opportunity, she had been a young guys silly little bimbo. The thought stopped her running to him, for just a moment.

With a strength of will, she pushed the bimbo forward, impelling the stupid girl toward the open door. "Ouch!" Bimbo exclaimed, as she collided with the door.

Florence heard her husband drive off. In an agony of dismay, the finality of the chance of freedom closed in on her. She watched the door slam shut, feeling despair overtake her.

"You OK?" Jack asked.

"Silly me. I ran into the door," Bimbo whimpered.

Jack took her in his arms to cuddle her. He couldn't leave her at home now. There would be no one to look after her. There was no telling what trouble she might get into. Even in flat shoes she was a walking disaster. Damn! He would have to find Tommy, get her sorted out, then send her off to her husband.

Florence sat quietly while Jack drove. It was damnably infuriating. He was doing his best, trying to help her, but he needn't have bothered. Having repeatedly told her to do as she was told, left her all the more under the hypnotic influence. It didn't help being told to be a good girl.

The pool hall didn't look too bad, and it wasn't likely she would meet someone she knew. It just wasn't home, where she wanted to be.

"Hi Tommy. Am I glad to see you!" Jack enthused.

"Hi! Who's the girl?" he said, without looking at his friend. He stared her up and down.

"That's why I'm here. She's hypnotised and needs to be de-hypnotised, or whatever you call it," Jack tried to explain.

"What? I didn't know you were into it," Tommy queried.

"I'm not. A friend did it, and now I'm stuck with her. I need you to bring her round," he lied.

"What's her name? I need to know a few details," Tommy thoughtfully spoke. Hypnosis was a hobby, and he wasn't very good at it, though it wouldn't be admitted.

"Candy," he lied. He didn't want Tommy blabbing that he had Mrs Fencer in this state. He was in enough trouble as it was.

Florence was somewhat relieved. If this young guy knew anything at all, she would soon be on her way home.

"Come into the office. I'm in charge while my dad is away," Tommy proudly stated.

"Will it take long, I've got to get home before mom," Jack said, while looking at his watch.

Tommy knew it wasn't his mom he was worried about. He got into trouble with a couple of the guys from the pool hall, so was now on a curfew, enforced by the juvenile court. He smirked, but didn't say anything.

"I can't just snap my fingers. It's complicated. I need to know what it is, what the suggestion is," he pointed out.

More than that, he wondered if he could do anything at all. It would shatter his image if he failed to impress. Jack was slumming it with the pool room crowd, and would probably reveal the failure to them. It would be a joke with them, and infuriating for him. He was the geeky owners son, so tried to impress them with his powers of persuasion, though it had all been a bit of a hit and miss performance.

"She's been hypnotised to think she's a dumb blonde. Can you get her to forget I was involved?" Jack nervously asked.

Tommy wondered what Jack had been up to. He had already got out of his depth with the rough crowd in the pool hall. Perhaps he had messed with her, and didn't want the boyfriend to know.

"Sure, given some time. It might take a couple of hours, to do that," he explained.

Tommy looked at his watch, and at his mom's friend. She looked just young enough to get away with being around their age group. Not young enough to be hanging out with him, though he didn't much care what Tommy thought. He dare not tell him who she really was.

"I just need you to snap her out of it, and send her home. Can you do that?" Jack asked.

"Sure, no problem. You go home, before your mom gets in. Leave it to me. I'll send her home, without her knowing she left, is that OK?" Tommy reassured him.

Florence was frightened. She wanted to shout at Jack, but the bimbo was blocking her out. The bimbo was going along with whatever Jack told her to do. 'Please don't leave me here,' she wanted to scream.

"Hey Jack, like, I wanna to go home with you," Bimbo declared instead.

She swung her hips from side to side, looking up through sultry eyes, trying to get her own way. The girly tone of voice grated with Florence, but she was willing the girl on, to prevent being left there. Couldn't Jack see the way the guy was looking at her? He was almost licking his lips, ready to devour her.

"No! Stay here and do as you are told, Candy," Jack firmly stated.

All he wanted was to be rid of the problem. He took a hold of her shoulders and looked sternly in her face. The stupid bitch could cause him trouble, and he was in enough as it was. She was just the type of neighbour to go and complain about him to his mom. Mrs Michael, complained about the weekend party. The police turned up, everyone disappeared, and he was left with the problems.

"Candy, do as Tommy tells you, OK?" he carefully emphasised every word.

"OK!" Bimbo timidly acknowledged. She looked down at the scuffed flooring, looking hurt.

Tommy wondered if Jack had accidently hypnotised her, while playing around. Though she didn't seem to be his girlfriend, from the way he was so eager to abandon her. It must be a friend's girl as he said.

"I'll be home if you need me," Jack crossly said, and left.

Florence was working on her, trying to get her to forget about obeying anyone, and to listen to her.

"Hi! I'm Candy. Do I really have to, like, do as you tell me?" Candy petulantly asked.

"Yes you do," Tommy quickly replied. He needed her co-operation, though what he was going to do with her escaped him.

"That's no fun," Candy complained.

"Well you have to do as I say, so I can, err, help you," Tommy emphasised.

Tommy looked her over yet again. She was just the kind of girl who shunned him for being a geek. They were too busy primping their hair for a footballer, or a school hunk, to talk to him. Not that he had ever tried to talk to them. He went for the studious type, someone who could hold a conversation.

He was unsure what to do with her. If he really could snap her out of this it would impress him, let alone anyone else. He had to do something, so made a start.

"You're a pretty little blonde, aren't you," Tommy told her.

"Am I?" Bimbo asked. "Do you really think I'm pretty," Candy giggled.

"Oh! Yea! You're a gorgeous bimbo," he added, with a big grin on his face.

"Yes! Candy is a gorgeous bimbo, I like that," Candy smiled back.

This isn't what he had meant to say, it just tripped off his tongue. How could he react any differently to a big busted blonde. She was definitely over eighteen, though it was difficult to say how much older. He couldn't remember if Jack had an older brother, which might explain who she was.

Florence was frustrated from having her influence misdirected. The damn bimbo personality was getting in the way, distorting what she wanted it to do.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.

"No!" Bimbo giggled.

Florence didn't like the direction of the conversation. Being told to do as she was told so strongly, wouldn't help to wrest control back from the stupid one.

His interest veered away from who she was, toward what she was. A dumb blonde, Jack had said. Well, she reacted like one, and it was a convincing act. To test how deep the influence was he decided to see how far she could be pushed. If pushed beyond its limits, the hypnotic control might break.

"What do you like to do, Candy?" he asked.

"Oh, lots of things, really. I like makeup, gum, doing my hair, dressing up, shoes, like, I just love shoes," Bimbo joyfully giggled.

Florence tried to keep calm, letting the fool babble.

"What kind of shoes do you like, Candy?" he prompted.

"Like, not these, I love bright high heels. This dress is so drab, like it's so bad," she grimaced.

"If you don't like it, why are you wearing it?" he asked.

"Really, I just don't know. I just hate it! I like pink. Everything pink is fab!" she enthused.

"If you hate it so much you had better take it off," he suggested. The idea was both exciting, and might work to push her too far.

"I'm not sure? Does that mean you'll get me something in pink," she coyly asked.

"I might do," he replied.

"You won't think I'm naughty will you? I'm supposed to be a good girl. I guess I'm to do as you tell me. OK then," she said.

She looked as though something was wrong, but couldn't work it out. Maybe this would push her beyond the limits of the influence she was under.

"Like, you promise? To get me a nice pink dress?" she asked, with her hands gripping the hem.

"Sure, whatever you want," he promised.

"Cool!" she exclaimed, in a high pitched voice.

Tommy watched the unveiling of her body. The dress was caught under her breasts and she just pulled harder, lifting them up, almost under her chin. Inevitably the dress sprung up over her head, letting her breasts bounce free. They sat on top of the bra, with the nipples pointing at him.

"Nice tits! So very nice," he murmured.

He had spoken his thoughts out loud, and felt embarrassed over the rude remark. The feeling was pushed aside as she stood before him in a tiny bra and panties. The stockings with suspenders were amazing.

"Do you like them?" Bimbo asked.

Florence hadn't been listening, while trying to think of a way to break into the bimbo personality, and take back control. She was taken by surprise when the dress was pulled off. Standing before a stranger in her underwear was horrible, and so very wrong.

This young guy wasn't so innocent and nice as Jack. It seemed she was becoming a bystander to what was going on, without the slightest control. Both ideas collided to mean big trouble.

"What?" Tommy spluttered. He had been staring at her breasts. Not only that, she had heard him admiring them.

"Yes, they're magnificent. Lovely," he explained.

She looked down at them, and opened her eyes wide in surprise, seeing her nipples on show, "Oh! Sorry, sir," she exclaimed. "Candy is being a naughty girl," she demurely spoke.

"Stop! No need to cover up such beautiful tits," he grinned. He was no longer pushing her to break the hypnotic influence, he was enjoying himself too much.

"You sure? Someone's telling me to cover myself up," Bimbo worriedly said.

"Don't you worry about that. Ignore them, such lovely tits deserve to be shown off," he told her, thinking it was her conscience inhibiting her.

"Am I a slut?" she asked.

Florence was desperately trying to get the bimbo to cover up. The stupid girl couldn't see, or didn't care what she was doing to the young guy. She was a mature married woman, showing off her body like a slut. In a panic she shrieked at the bimbo that she was behaving like a slut.

"Yep! I think you are. Don't worry about it. You're a wonderful slut, with big bouncy tits. You're a marvellous blonde bimbo, a fabulous bimbo. Don't take any notice. Don't listen to that nagging inner voice. To be a good girl you just have to do as you're told. Just do as I say and you'll be a good girl," he said, with a big grin on his face.

"Do you really think I'm wonderful and marvellous?" Bimbo beamed back at him.

"You certainly are. You're a lovely blonde bimbo, and a perfect slut," he laughed.

"Oh! Like, thank you, sir," Bimbo bounced up and down, shaking her breasts at him.

Playing the game had given Florence a sense of freedom, allowing her to behave badly. Freeing her breasts for a young guy to ogle, hadn't been a part of the plan. Florence desperately tried to calm herself, in preparation to fight the next disgusting event.

"What should I do with the dress, sir?" she demurely asked.

Tommy hadn't even been aware she was still holding it. "Just put it in the filling cabinet, the bottom draw," he told her.

Florence warned her not to bend over so rudely. This time the bimbo didn't take any notice at all. She tried hard, but couldn't influence her in the slightest way. The damn boy had told the bimbo to ignore her, and the stupid bitch was doing it. Hell! What was she to do now?

Instead of being free of her inhibitions, she was trapped. Florence was a responsible married woman, trapped inside a stupid bimbo. She had always envied other girls wearing low tops, as her breasts had been too big, even before college. She looked slutty if she wasn't careful what she wore. Perhaps that's where it all started. The naughty games, allowing the slutty behaviour, was how she had wanted to behave all these years.

Tommy was watching her bend over the bottom draw of the filing cabinet. Struggling to pull it open, her hips and cheeks wriggled from side to side. The panties were disappearing between the glorious globes of her ass. Eventually the show came to an end as she dropped the dress into the draw.

"Has anyone taught you how to bend properly?" he asked, with a smirk on his face.

"Err, no, don't think so. Like is there a different way? Oh! Do you mean like a cheerleader?" Bimbo eagerly bounced up and down, waving her arms in the air.

He watched her tits settle as she calmed down. "Yea! That's right. Do you want me to train you?" he artfully asked.

"Oh, wow, like yeah! For sure! I'd just love to be a cheerleader. All those glitzy clothes and stuff," she again bounced her large breasts in his direction.

"OK! Let's do it," he laughed. "Stand with your legs apart, further. Now bend forward," he instructed.

He was leaning against the desk, when she fell forward. He caught her by her breasts, gripping them so she didn't land on her face. Not that he needed an excuse to grab a hold of a luscious body.

"See if you can touch the floor," he told her. Her face brushed his jeans as she descended. All the time he helped her, by holding on. Reluctantly he let go, to walk behind her.

She turned her head to look at him. "Is that OK? Did I do it right?" she asked, with a worried look on her face.

He studied her crotch where the panties clung to her lips. This close he could see a wet patch. Through her legs he could see her breasts hanging, like udders needing milking. That was a delightful thought, shelved for later. He wondered if he dare hold back any longer, as he was more than ready.

"Almost perfect. Can you straighten your legs? Your knees are bent," he commented.

He watched her bottom bounce up and down, while she tried to lock her knees. Her breasts jiggled around under her, with every failed attempt.

"Let me help," he said.

"Oh! Yes please, sir. Whatever it takes, I'll do. I have to do as I'm told, so just tell me. I'd love to be trained," Bimbo gushed with enthusiasm.

"Well, it looks to me like these panties are too tight. You should take them off. After all you did say you would do anything," Tommy suggested, with a wish and crossed fingers.

"Oh! The voice in my head is shouting at me again," Bimbo complained. He lifted her head in both hands. Take no notice, ignore it, you can't hear it.

Florence had screamed at the stupid one, not to dare remove her panties. She had almost regained control, when the obnoxious boy spoke. The bimbo personality was listening to him, and was trying hard to ignore her. Shit! The bimbo was following his instructions. The bimbo was blocking her out.

Fuck! She knew it had been on his mind, to fuck the bimbo, but it was her body he was going to use. Florence whimpered in a corner of her own mind, giving up for the moment. No! Please, don't let him fuck me, please! He's just a young ruffian, a guy from the wrong side of town. It's bad enough letting him make me perform these rude exercises. Surely he won't fuck me!

"Are you sure, sir? You won't think I'm rude, will you? I'm not supposed to be naughty, I'm supposed to be a good girl," Bimbo asked. She hesitated, with her thumbs in her panties. There was something wrong with what she was doing, but she so wanted to be a cheerleader.

"You were told to be a good girl, and do as you were told. So be a good girl and let me train you properly. Do as you are told, quickly," Tommy demanded.

He watched her reluctantly pull them off, and hand them to him. "Good girl! Now try bending over with your hands on the desk," he nervously said.

With legs spread she bent over, leaning against the desk. The sight of her cute ass, with pussy lips protruding was truly wonderful.

"Your still stiff and need to be more subtle with the movements. I'll massage your muscles, to help you." Tommy said, with a groan.

"Thank you, sir," Bimbo said.

Tommy massaged her thighs over the stocking tops. It was impossible to resist pushing his fingers between her lips.

"Err? Sir? Do you need to do that? That's my naughty bits," Bimbo asked.

"Does it feel good?" he heavily whispered.

"Well? Like, yes, it's nice, mmmm, very nice, sir," she replied, starting to respond.

No! Please don't let him do that. Florence couldn't escape the arousal flooding through her body. The bimbo wouldn't resist, and she had lost the ability to fight, even if the bimbo would listen. She felt every sensation. A stranger was rubbing her lips, sexing her up, without a chance of stopping him.
"You've done very well, lovely bimbo. Candy is such a sweet delight. Here's your reward for being such an obedient little slut," Tommy whispered in her ear.

"Oh! Sir! What are you doing? That is so good!" she yelped.

She felt so tight, gripping his cock, pushing back on him, as he buried deep into her vagina.

Florence was overwhelmed by arousal, unable to hide from her bodies reaction. She too was experiencing a young guys cock penetrating her, taking her, driving hard into her mind and body. She let the bimbo speak and act for her.

"Do you like that, slut?" Tommy groaned.

"Yes! Candy wants more, do me more, sir," she whimpered.

Reaching in all the way he pulled back, with her vagina holding on, gripping his cock tight.

"Candy doesn't want your cock to leave, sir. Candy wants more, please, sir!" she wailed.

Tommy drove home, pushing and pulling on her hips with both hands and heaving with his legs. He penetrated deeply into her body, fucking her for dear life. Her enthusiasm spurred him on. He held on, wanting it to last forever.

"Oh! Sir! Candy is exploding!" she yelled.

No longer able to hold on, he spurted his load deep into her. His legs juddered as he cum, great streams of sperm rippling from the tiny eye of his cock.

Florence collapsed over the desk, wasted, unable to move. The bimbo recovered first. She was strong and in charge, no longer prepared to have her fun interrupted by the voice. She was bubbly and beautiful. She was full of life. Wanted more of everything the world had to offer.

"Sir! That was wonderful. What happened?" she asked, with bubbly enthusiasm.

"You had an orgasm," Tommy smiled.

No-one was that stupid. The hypnotic influence was far too strong to be from a one off session. She must have been hypnotised over many months. It must be something she wanted, otherwise she would have fought it, and broken free.

He knew that much, from what he had learnt from Uncle James. The question he faced now, was what to do with her.

"Like, wow! Can sir give Candy another scrummy orgasm, please?" she giggled.

Perhaps he could pass her on to someone else, just as Jack had dumped her with him. He didn't want to be around when she came out of this state. Uncle James had warned him about the legal issues. A subject could claim in court they had no control whatsoever, despite the research showing otherwise.

"Not now. I'm not ready," he murmured.

Florence didn't care what the bimbo wanted. This young guy had fuck her! The shame of it hammered home painful nails of guilt into her mind. She let go, not caring what the bimbo did or said.

"Oh! Please! Candy would love another one just like that," she burbled, in a girly voice.

The sound of raised voices in the pool room, penetrated his thoughts. If she wanted more, that might be the solution. They could certainly take care of a stupid bimbo.

"Get dressed, Candy," he firmly told her.

"Can't you train me some more. It's fun! Candy likes doing as she's told," she giggled.

He tried not to look at her cute bottom wiggling, as she made a straight legged bend, while delving into the filling cabinet. She pulled on the dress, forgetting about her panties.

She pouted at him, wrinkling her face up in disappointment, when he took hold of her hand, and opened the office door.

Florence whooped with joy, encouraging the bimbo to go with him, not that she was listening. Being sent home where she would be safe was paramount. It would take time to recover, but left alone with the bimbo she could take back control.

"Hi guys, had a good game?" Tommy asked.

There were four of the gang, standing around looking as though he had interrupted an argument. They never caused trouble here, knowing his father had enough muscle to ban them, and make it stick. Even though he was away, and the dorky son was left in charge, they kept to the rules.

As one they turned toward Florence.

They were looking at her like hungry wolves, ready to pounce on the prey. She was the intended prey, with only the bimbo to defend her. They could easily outwit the stupid bimbo, and it was her body they wanted.

She was a mature married woman, and so they should treat her with respect. With her experience and education she could put them in their place. The right word or two to put them down, or even threatening them would be possible. Instead she was in great danger from this pack of hungry wolves. She was in such a panic she couldn't control her own racing thoughts, let alone the bimbos dim-witted ideas.

The bimbo would giggle and be dazzled by them. They would soon be taking her, one after another. She desperately tried again to get through to the bimbo. Please! Don't leave me here! Please help me, please! Don't let them take me, Florence whimpered.