Cashing out of Retirement 2 and 3: Of Family and Funds (mind control, hypnosis, male dominate, m/f, bimbofication)

Disclaimer: All of the characters are 18 years old or older at the time of the story

Samara Ruiz is a proud mom. As she should be. She has watched her daughter graduate High School in the top of her class. She watched Miranda compete for a spot on the Olympic team.

Samara’s only regret was her husband did not live to see it.

For the last few days during winter break, Samara had been visiting. Miranda and her roommates. The girls had showed her around town. Samara was happy Miranda was with girls who shared her drive and passion for excellence. Samara had been impressed by the changes in her daughter, She was more confident, more assertive. She had a spark in her eye that was new and exciting.

“Thanks for showing me around girls,” Samara said with a tear running down her cheak.”You three take care of each other.” “We will, Mrs. Ruiz,” Sadie replied with a grin. “Oh, Mija your father would be proud of the woman you have become” Samara said hugging her daughter with all of her strength. ”Thank you, Mama” Miranda replied. “I appreciate it.”

Samara released her daughter and turned to leave, and said“I love you Mija, be safe.”

“Love you too, Mama. Safe flight.” Miranda waved as her mother got into the Uber and the car drove off.

Miranda walked back upstairs to their apartment. It was only 8am on the east coast Vanessa and Sadie had gone back to bed trying to take advantage of their last day of break. Miranda decided more sleep would be incredible and went back to bed herself.

In the back of the Uber, Samara thought to herself and decided she needed to stop off and thank Dr. Harris personally. Her flight wasn't until the evening but she wanted Miranda to rest befire classes started up without having to play tour guide. During her visit she noticed the change in Miranda and her teammates. They seem more focused and more assertive. Miranda was on her way to being the woman Samara had always dream for her daughter.

20 minutes later,

“It’s fantastic to meet you Mrs. Ruiz.” Dr. Harris said pressing her a stream cup of coffee into her hand. Samara graciously accepted the coffee and took a sip. The warmth spread through her, a pleasant contrast to the cool morning air. “I just wanted to thank you, Doctor Harris. Miranda has changed so much for the better since she started working with you.” Dr. Harris smiled, a slow, predatory grin that made Samara’s breath hitch. “Call me Thomas, please. And it’s my pleasure. Miranda is a talented woman, and it’s been a joy to help her reach her full potential.”

“You see… everyone has a certain degree of noise in their head. What I do is help our athletes minimize that noise. To simplify the explanation.” He explained.

Samara nodded then took another sip. It made so much sense, She wished she could minimize thr noise in her own head. Samara worried about Miranda being safe, Miranda was so far from home, who would take care of her if she wasn’t around? Samara was lonely, her husband past away almost a decade ago, it had been so long since she had been intimate with a man. She worried about paying the bills with her job. She suddenly felt the weight and the noise of doubt in her head.Samara sighed looking in to her half drank coffee.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Ruiz are you ok?” Dr. Harris asked taking his seat. “I think you were right about the volume of the noise in someone’s mind” she said barely a whisper. “Would you like to try to soften the noise? It would only take a few minutes ” Dr. Harris said raising an eyebrow. “Si… yes, yes please” she whispered wiping the tears away.

Dr. Harris moved his chair around so he could look Samara in the eyes. “Please put your hands in my hands and look deep into my eyes” Samara did what he asked. His voice sounded more confident somehow more dominate. She couldn’t help but listen.

“If you think it would help to close your eyes please do so. Please, only if you feel comfortable with me. I’m only here to help” he said his voice was soothing. “If Miranda trusts me shouldn’t you?” He asked with a smile.

Samara closed her eyes. He was right Miranda trusted him and she trusted her.

Dr. Harris smiled as her eyes closed. “Now next step is your breathing. Let your breathing match your heart beats. Focus on that” he instructed. Samara’s chest rose and fell in sync with her heartbeat. Samara was concentrating on her breathing, her heartbeat, and his words. The noise, the stress, the anxiety in her own mind diminished.

“OK, excellent you are doing well” he said with a smile. She sighed. “Did you know, that the noise is all in your conscious mind? Now if you think about your mind like a house. We are going to lock the noise in your conscious mind then move to your sub conscious to run things.” He said with a sly smile.

It all seemed pretty reasonable to Samara. He could lock her noise away. If that was what it too to be free of it, she would do it. “Yes” she whispered and nodded slightly. Thomas smiled to himself. He caught her in his snare. Between the drops he put in her coffee and the heat in his office her resistance to influence had been diminished to such a small fraction.

“Oh no, that noise doesn’t like being locked up. You must hold it back. I will run things from your subconscious.

“It sounded like so much good sense. It was her head after all. It was her job to hold it back. She trusted the doctor because her daughter did. “ Samara thougt.

“Open your eyes.” He ordered. She obeyed. The light behind her eyes was gone. “Stand up.” He ordered and she obeyed without question. Now the final test. “Remove your dress” He ordered. Samara’s eyes never left his. She pulled the ties at the front of her dress. Then bending, she pulled the dress over hear head. Then returned to stand at attention. Her gold crucifix on its gold necklace rested between her large breasts.

Samara hadn’t been in her underwear infront of anyone since her husband had passed away. Right now it didn’t matter, nothing matters, her subconscious was running her body, and he was running her subconscious.

Thomas’s eyes roamed across her body taking in every curve. His techniques was flawless as usual, his bandits were a tool. This woman was now a mere puppet, her subconscious mind fully under his control. She stood there, her body trembling slightly, her large breasts heaving with every breath she took. Her nipples were hard and pointed, poking against the flimsy fabric of her bra.

“Turn around,” Thomas ordered, and she obeyed immediately. He watched as she turned, revealing her round ass, encased in a pair of simple, cotton panties. He could see the faint line of her thick bush of pubic hair pressing against the fabric, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. Her face was a blank mask of apathy and obedience. Her conscious mind was engaged in a battle to hold back the terrible noise while her subconscious just obeyed.

She was his now. She turned around slowly, her hips swaying gently, and faced him again. Her eyes were glazed over, her gaze fixed on a point just above his head. She was a picture of compliance, waiting for his next command.

“Come here, Samara,” Thomas ordered, his voice a low growl. She walked towards him, mechanically, just following instructions. She stopped right in front of him, so close he could smell her perfume, a mix of vanilla and something musky that was all her own.

He ran a finger tracing a line down from her cheek to her neck then to her breasts struggling to be confined in her cotton bra. Her hard nipples pushing against the thin fabric. He could see the outline of her areolas, dark and inviting. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice a low rumble. She obeyed instantly, mechanically presenting her ass to him. He ran his fingers over the round globes, feeling the cotton of her panties between his fingers and her skin. He slipped a finger under the elastic, tracing a line from her ass to her pussy.

He pulled her panties down, exposing her bare ass to him. ”Bend over my desk” he ordered. Samara obeyed without hesitation, her hands gripping the edges of the desk. Thomas walked behind her, his cock throbbing in his pants, eager to be released. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, his cock springing free, hard and ready.

He ran his hands over her ass, spreading her cheeks, admiring the sight of her wet cunt. He entered her slowly. A little bit then pulling out almost completely. Then deeper. His hands on her hips. He pushed in, his cockhead stretching her ass open. She gasped at the entry, but then resumed to her blank state. He groaned, the sound deep and primal. “Fuck, you’re tight, Samara. So fucking tight.”

He began to move, slowly at first, then faster. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. She couldn’t help but push back against him, matching his rhythm. “Look at you, slut. Taking my cock in your tight ass like a fucking pro.” He slapped her ass, the sound echoing off the walls.

In her mind some part of her knew something was happening. This added to the noise in her mind that she was trying to hold back. Her subconscious was in control and he controlled it. She had no choice but to obey.

Her mind was gone, replaced by the voice of her Master. She was a puppet, a toy for him to use. And he was using her, fucking her ass, stretching it to accommodate his thick cock.

He slapped her ass again, harder this time, leaving a red handprint on her skin. “You like that, don’t you, you fucking whore?” he growled, his voice laced with contempt and lust.

Samara could only moan in response, her body doing all the talking now. She pushed back against him, taking him deeper into her ass, not feeling anything not pain or pleasure.

Thomas held her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he fucked her, his breath coming in short gasps.

She moaned, her body shaking with each hard thrust. He pulled out suddenly, leaving her empty and wanting. “Turn around,” he ordered, and she obeyed, turning to face him. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees, pushing her head down towards his cock. “Suck it,” he commanded.

“Taste your master.” Samara opened her mouth and he slid his finger inside, smearing his come across her tongue. He pulled his finger out and she swallowed, her eyes watering from the salty taste. “Good girl,” he praised, touching her head gently. “Now clean yourself up.”

Samara stood, her body shaking, her mind empty. She went to the bathroom in Thomas’s office, her steps slow and mechanical almost sleepwalking but with purpose.

She washed up. Her hair was wet. Her makeup was smudged. She wore only her bra, now wet. Her Crucifix hung between her breasts. She didn’t recognize herself, but her empty head wouldn't recognize much in this state.

When she returned to Thomas, he was sitting at his desk. Two women were standing to his side.

“Debbie, take our new to the house. Put her to work. She can be our little house puppet.” Thomas said with a sadist smile.

“Won’t Miranda nnotice her mother s missing?” Lauren asked. “No. I have her phone. I will just text her in a few hours, she arrived home safe” Thomas said laughing.

Samara just stood at attention. Not hearing or thinking. Just empty.

“Samara, go with Debbie. Follow her instructions. We have a new purpose for you.” He said calmly. “Yes …” Samara said sleepily then followed the plump blonde woman just as her master ordered.

Thomas watched the two women leave and then turned to Laura. “OK, what do we have planned for our Bandits to hit next?”

End part 2.

Part 3 Diamond dash

“Now Girls, you need to lock away the noise. It’s your noise only you can stop it. It’s all in your conscious mind. While you hold it back, I will run everything for you. It’s the least I can do.” Dr. Harris spoke to his patients sitting naked on the bench before him.

Sadie:

Sadie hated the noise. To her, it was a constant reminder of her mother. A former champion gymnast herself. Her mother pushed her to be the best at all times. The smartest, the most attractive, and the most athletic. She had missed nationals by the smallest of fractions. A fact her mother reminder her nonstop. Dr. Harris would help her. It had to work. She wouldn’t survive another failure.

Vanessa:

Vanessa wasn’t usually affected by the noise. Originally from San Francisco. The long distance from home to the south east was a culture shock. Every day was a reminder she was a long way from home. Vanessa had gone with her roommates Sadie and Miranda as emotional support. She listened to their therapy. With each passing day she heard the noise. Does anyone care about you this far away from home? You got to nationals last time, was it a fluke? Asian girl in a white girl sport, who was she fooling? The noise building until she couldn’t relax without Dr. Harris’s therapy sessions.

Miranda:

Miranda pushed against the noise with all her strength but it never seemed to help. Everything she did was to make her Mama and Papa proud. Her Papi had died a decade ago. This left her and her mama. Her mother worked two jobs to support her Gymnastics. Sometimes not seeing her for days. Even now her mom had gone home from their visit yesterday, but missed their nighly call. She must be working.

“Ok… girls. This is the plan” Dr. Harris said with a confident smile.

In a jewelry store just downtown, Linda Chan was putting the last tray of jewelry into the case and looked at her Rolex. “The fuck Louis?” She snapped. The security guard was always late.

Two blocks away, Louis parked his car. He was running late … again. He had to circle three times before he found a spot. He got out of his car and started to walk as fast as he could. A Filipino woman stepped infront of him. Despite being slightly shorter than Luis, he bounced off of her.

“What the fuck?” Luis said, his hands flying up to catch his balance. A second woman a blonde who looked as wide as she was tall stepped up. Wham! One punch and Luis was unconscious on the ground. “Real subtle Deb, is that the only play you know?” Lauren said annoyed as she looked around for anything witnesses. Debbie shrugged. “Help me get him back into his car.” She said with a grin. It was almost time for the show.

Linda came out of the little kitchette with her coffee as she heard the sensor beep, someone had entered the store. 'Finally, Luis. Traffic or did you..." she stuttered to a stop. The front door was closed and the blinds were pulled shut. The ‘open’ sign had been turned to ‘closed’.

Three figures stepped out of the shadows. Clad in hoodies whith the hood up, insulated coveralls, and a bandana over their lower faces.

It was impossible for Linda to figure out gender. She had heard about them on the news. She cursed Luis under her breath again.

The tallest of the bandits stepped forward and made a key motion with their hands. Linda shook her head, no. Then all of the bandits made the motion again. Linda shook her head again, no. Suddenly the middle bandit delivered a spin kick to Linda’s head rendering her unconscious instantly. Her body crumpled to the floor like a ragdoll. Then they removed the key from a spring bracket from around her wrist and went to work.

They snatched trays of jewelry, stuffing them into the backpacks they had brought with them. They worked with precision and speed, their movements practiced and controlled. Blankly following the instructions Dr. Harris laid out for them in the session earlier.

When the bandits had finished gathering their loot. They quickly exited the jewelry store from the back. A leap to a nearby dumpsters to bound up to a fire escape and onto the roof and they were away.

Luis stumbled into the store and said "I'm sorry, I'm late, but this bitch... Linda? Linda??" Noticing her unconscious form, he hit the panic button alerting the police.

They jumped between the small close knit roofs. They discarded their coveralls, bandanas, and hoodies revealing their team blue leotards and sweat pants then climbed down a nearby telephone pole landing next to the van with Debbie outside.

“Great job girls” Debbie said putting the jewelry laden backpacks into the van. Police sirens could be heard close by. Lauren smiled as they drove off.

In the van, Miranda blinked. She was sweaty and sore. On her lap was a first place trophy. Sadie yawned and streched. In her hand was a second place trophy. Sadie rolled her eyes, second best again. Vanessa opened her eyes to a first place team trophy and smiled, their hard work was getting results.

All three women were slightly confused. They didn’t remember the Gymnastics meet but they attributed it to Dr. Harris’s therapy. Pushing out the noise, it sounded silly but it was doing what it was supposed to.

Dr. Harris was in his office when the girls arrived watching the news "...2 years, have they moved south? ... no there are only 3 in the video, did the fourth retire?... was it a copycat group? They seemed more violent... the new Petite Bandits?..."

Thomas knew all the answers. “Great meet today girls!” Lauren said carrying in the back packs. “You guys get washed up!” Debbie said carrying in the last backpack. “You girls had a good meet? He asked looking away from the tv. Sadie looked down at her second-place trophy. “Yeah, I guess.” She mumbled.Vanessa smiled, “We kicked ass!” She said proudly holding up her first-place team trophy.Miranda looked at her first-place trophy, “It was… okay.” She said. She was confused. She had no memory of the meet, her routine, or most of the day.

Lauren, Debbie, and Thomas exchanged glances. “All three of you go take a shower.

A few minutes later in the locker room,

“You ok ‘Randi?” Vanessa asked as she toweled off. “Ya, you aren’t looking to good” Sadie said drying her hair.

Miranda nodded, “I dunno, something feels off"

“Maybe Dr. Harris’s therapy isn’t working the way it should.” Vanessa said with a yawn.

“Maybe the visit with your mom added some extra noise? I know how much you missed her” Sadie said as she started to rebraid her hair.

Maybe it’s was her mom’s visit. Miranda always worries about her Mama being alone. She was so far from home. Miranda had her besties to keep her from being alone but her mama was a different story. She missed her.

“I guess, I just worry about her being all alone” Miranda said as she put her street clothes on.

Vanessa nodded, “I’m sure she’s fine, she’s a strong independent woman, just like us.” She said as she pulled on her yoga pants.

“Yeah, but still, it’s nice to know someone has your back.” Sadie said with a sigh, she looked at her second place trophy and rolled her eyes “My mom is going to kill me if she finds out.”

“Then don’t tell her” Vanessa smiled and hugged her friend. The women left the locker room, said goodbye to the doctor, then got into Sadie’s car and headed back to their apartment.

Epilogue:

As Dr Harris arrived at his house, he let Lauren and Debbie enter first. When he entered, she was waiting for him. Samara, Miranda’s mother stood at attention clad in a French maid outfit complete with fishnet stockings and shiny leather high heels. Her expression as blank as her mind. She held a tray with a glass of scotch. He took the scotch and nodded. Samara dropped to her knees in devotion. “Good girl” he said and Samara smiled at her master’s praise.

End Chapter 3.