Ember Moon

The following day, Nick Mercer found himself in his office, now a little more furnished. Enough to comfortably hold meetings with his employees, but not entirely to his liking. Still, the most important thing was, after his and Stacy's fun, they had set up numerous hidden speakers throughout the room that would flood it with a subsonic droning. Not enough to induce a trance, but they would slowly wear away at a person's mental resistance and inhibitions, leaving them **** to further induction. And, of course, Nick was equipped with special earplugs to filter out the droning.

Nick was just getting a few final things in order when his intercom turned on. "Mr. Mercer" Stacy's voice came through, "Ember Moon is here to see you."

"Excellent. Please send her in, Ms. Keibler." Nick smile despite himself, eager to get the day started.

"Right away, sir." Stacy responded, leaving to Nick to activate the subsonic speakers, filling the room with a mind-scrambling, inaudible white noise.

Ember entered the office shortly thereafter, dressed plainly and comfortably in a baggy jeans and a hoody, her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail and bereft of the colour contacts she wore on screen. Nick greeted her with a genial smile to which Ember returned.

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Moon." Nick greeted, shaking her hand.

"You too, Mr. Mercer. Thanks for seeing me so quickly." Ember said in response, taking a seat opposite her boss.

The two made small talk for a short while, initiated and continued by Nick. It would take time for the subliminals to take effect and weaken her mental resistance, so he had every reason to keep the conversation going as long as possible. He had to hide his joy when Ember stopped mid-sentence, her eyes going glass, before she shook her head and furrowed her brow.

"Is something wrong, Miss Moon?" Nick asked, pouring her a glass of water.

"No. Just a brainfart, I guess." Ember shrugged off the mental lapse, taking the water glass and taking a long, satisfying drink from it. She closed her eyes and sighed in contentment, a faint smile crossing her lips. Nick watch her like a hawk, observing how her posture was slackening, seeing her sink into the chair. She was loosing focus, idly tapping her fingers or playing with her hair subconsciously, emotions showing through and her speech and actions becoming less focused.

Perfect.

"Now, pardon my forthrightness, but may I ask why you wished to speak with me today?" Nick asked, sensing that the moment was now. Ember nodded, perking up slightly, as if she had forgotten why she came her.

"Oh, yeah, right... uh, well..." Ember shook her head again, as if clearing a fog that choked out her thoughts. "I don't know if you heard or not, but I had some issues with uh... management and how they presented my, um, my character." The black beauty looked sheepish that she couldn't properly articulate her thoughts, despite being the one to instigate the meeting. Nick gave her nothing but support, silently urging her to continue. "They wanted me to dress... more revealing. Sexier. And I said -"

"'You're not Mandy Rose'." Nick finished for her with a gentle, laughing smile, which earned a similar response from Ember.

"Oh, so you did hear?"

"Yes, yes I did." Nick took a tablet out from underneath his desk, setting it on top it and tenting his hands in a thoughtful, consolatory gesture. "And I do want to assure you, we won't make demands like the previous management did. You'll have agency and authority on how you're presented. If you want to showcase your beauty and sex appeal, then that's fine. If you don't, then that's perfectly fine, too. It is ultimately your decision and it will be respected."

Ember beamed at Nick's speech despite the wooziness of her head and every word out of his mouth being a total lie. He was in the process of ripping away her authority and agency and placing her under his control, but even if she were of sound mind, Ember wouldn't have suspected a thing.

"Now, before you go." Nick said, as Ember began to rise from the chair after the conversation ended. He pressed a few more on the screen of the tablet in front of him. "There is something I'd like to you to take a look at. I have taken the liberty of drafting some notes and plans for all of you and was wondering if you had any thoughts of your own on them."

Nick passed Ember the tablet.

At first, her brow furrowed yet again, her sluggish mind trying to figure out what she was seeing, because it wasn't a written document or series of images, but a video of a multicoloured spiral, spinning and whirring round and round and round, backed by a thrumming bass beat. Before the woman could question what was happening, her eyes went wide, the rainbow of colours reflecting off her face, as she watched the twisting spiral, all emotion and thought draining from her face.

Ah, the classics. Nick couldn't contain his laughter as he let Ember watch and listen, let her brain be assaulted by the program. The one he used the day prior was meant for mass induction, but the resulting trance would start shallow and take much more time to build. This program was meant to be used on one or two people at a time, but generated a much deeper trance, opening the subconscious mind to all series of refinement and triggers.

Minutes passed as Ember watched the infinite spiral without any reaction, without moving, without even blinking. Her entire mind consumed by it, leaving her a dull-eyed, empty-headed doll in **** need of orders and truths, and Nick was just the man who could deliver them.

"Can you hear me, Ember?" Nick asked, always watching her for any sort of resistance. None came.

"Yes..." Ember replied, eventually, her voice a dazed slur, speech slow and clumsy.

"Do you remember my voice?"

"Yes..." she said again.

"And what do you remember about my voice?"

"Love it... trust it... obey it..." Ember droned in a dull, buzzing tone, lips barely moving.

Nick gave another wolfish smile to no one but himself. Once more, things were going according to plan. And every point of data he collected from these sessions would only refine and perfect the technology. One small step of a time, an avalanche always began as a few tumbling pebbles.

"Good, good girl. You're a good girl aren't you?" He asked, very much wishing he could touch her right now. Or that Stacy was with him.

"Yes... I'm a good girl..."

"And I'm the boss. And what do good girls do to their bosses?"

"Good girls... listen... good girls listen to the boss... I'm a good girl..."

"Yes, you are, you're a good girl, Ember." Ember hummed and sighed, music to Nick's ears, the man licking his lips in anticipation and delight. "Now, you're having some issue about how you're presented. You don't want to be objectified and depicted as sexy and beautiful?"

"No... want to wrestle... not a slut..." That little bit of chatter had the most emotion behind it since Ember fell victim to the spiral, her convictions coming through.

"But you are. You are sexy and beautiful." Nick held his breath, afraid Ember might fight back or resist and need coaxing to keep the trance. But the hypnotized woman merely mumbled her positive affirmation, allowing Nick to continue. "You want to feel sexy and beautiful. You want to look sexy and beautiful."

"Look... feel... sexy and beautiful..."

"No one will **** you to do it. It will all be your choice." He reiterated again, making the choice for her. "Your choice to show skin, to wear skimpy outfits, to flirt with men and women. To tease and tantalize and seduce. To be beautiful and sexy."

Ember moaned and groaned, eyes unfocused and slowly rolling back, the ever-present spiral still burning into her mind. "Show skin... skimpy outfits... flirt and flaunt... tease and seduce..."

Nick took the tablet and turned it off, stowing it away for it's next victim, it's work done for now. "It's all your choice. Your choice to be a beautiful, sexy, horny woman. And your a good girl, so you'll make the right choice."

Ember nodded, slowly. "Good girl... right choice..."

Nick then asked Ember to repeat everything they had discussed today, the black brainwashed beauty reciting it perfectly. "Wonderful. Now, you'll get up and leave the room, slowly waking up. When you do, you'll remember this meeting as being frank and productive and will be eager to speak with me soon. Understand?"

"Yes sir..."

"Good girl..."

Ember stood up and took swaying, drunken steps to exit the room, her face still a blank canvas, even as Nick's words and commands seeped into her mind, repeating in her subconscious on an endless loop.

Like a spiral.

Minutes passed as Nick made sure Ember had woken up in the office lobby before leaving. He then pulled out a notebook from his desk and wrote a single line on a fresh page.

Ember Moon - Busty Black Bimbo

With a deep breath, Nick took a moment to calm himself down and ease his hormones, only now realizing how hard his cock had been during the hypnosis session. And he still had so many girls to brainwash today.

Speaking of...

"Miss, Keibler, please send in my next meeting."

"Yes sir, Mr. Mercer. Right away."