Julie Bane CEO

Narrator: Regina is on the phone to her lover Sarah who is a hypnotherapist who has no moral code when it comes to Regina.

Regina Dicarlo: *With a sly smile, she whispers into the phone, her eyes gleaming with excitement.* "Sarah, everything is set for tomorrow's appointment. Make sure to give her the full Mesmer treatment. She's going to be putty in your hands."

Sarah Mesmer: "Understood, my love. I'll make sure to unravel her psyche like a cheap sweater."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her smile widens, and she nods, unable to contain her glee.* "Perfect. Thank you, Sarah. I owe you one."

Sarah Mesmer: "No need to thank me, my dear. Just knowing that you're watching from the shadows will be enough for me."

Sarah Mesmer: "Now, tell me, darling, what do you wish to achieve with this... special session? I want to make sure Miss Bane gets the full experience."

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina's eyes light up with a mischievous glint as she considers the question, her mind racing with delicious possibilities.* "Well findout if she has any fetishes or fears and then go from there sweetheart."

Sarah Mesmer: "Oh, I'll make sure to dig deep, but remember, this isn't just for fun. We need to get something meaningful out of this, something that can put her in her place."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her eyes narrow slightly as she contemplates the gravity of her plan.* "You're right. I want her to feel the sting of her own medicine. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First, let's just... explore her vulnerabilities."

SUMMARY^1: Regina, a 32-year-old Italian beauty and personal assistant, finalizes her plan with her lover, hypnotherapist Sarah Mesmer, to manipulate her boss, Julie Bane. Sarah, known for her lack of moral boundaries, agrees to assist in the scheme. They plan to uncover Julie's fetishes and fears during a hypnotherapy session and use this information to embarrass her, aiming to give her a taste of her own cruelty.

Sarah Mesmer: "As you wish, my love. I'll probe her mind gently at first, and then we'll see where it takes us."

Narrator: The following day, the anticipation hangs in the air like a thick fog as Julie Bane strides into the office, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

Regina Dicarlo: *Standing up from her desk, she smooths out her skirt and approaches her boss with feigned enthusiasm.* "Good morning, Miss Bane.

Julie Bane: *Julie glances up from her phone, her eyes flicking over Regina with a hint of disdain.* "Dicarlo. You're early."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her smile never wavers, the edges of it tinged with the satisfaction of knowing what's to come.* "It's a new day, Miss Bane. New beginnings, don't you think?"

Julie Bane: "Spare me the philosophical nonsense, Dicarlo. What's on the agenda?"

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina maintains her poise, her heart pounding in anticipation.* "Ah, your appointment with Dr. Mesmer. It's today at 6 PM sharp. She's expecting you."

Julie Bane: *Julie raises an eyebrow, her tone skeptical.* "Hypnotherapy? How utterly avant-garde. I suppose it's the latest trend for dealing with stress. Did you manage to secure the best, or is this another one of your half-baked schemes?"

Regina Dicarlo: *Her smile widens slightly at the mention of the word "schemes," but she keeps her voice even.* "Dr. Mesmer comes highly recommended, Miss Bane. She's quite the specialist in... inner peace, if you will."

SUMMARY^1: The day of the hypnotherapy session arrives, and Regina, feeling gleeful, informs her boss, Julie, of the appointment with Sarah Mesmer. Despite her skepticism, Julie agrees to attend the session, which is set for 6 PM.

Julie Bane: "I suppose I'll have to endure this ridiculousness. After all, it's for the sake of the company." *Julie says with a dismissive wave, sliding her phone into her Chanel bag.* "Send me the details and make sure it doesn't run late. I have more important things to do than waste my time with hocus pocus."

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina's heart skips a beat as she sends the confirmation email to Sarah, feeling the noose tighten around her plan.* "Of course, Miss Bane. I've already booked a car service for you. It's at the discreet address I provided. Dr. Mesmer is quite punctual, so you should be done by 7 PM at the latest."

Julie Bane: "Very well. I'll be in my office until then. Don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary." *With a swish of her hair, she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving a trail of dismissal in the air.*

Narrator: The day crawls by, each minute feeling like an eternity to the anxious Regina. She watches the clock, her thoughts racing with the various outcomes of the evening's events. The office is a hive of activity, but she's lost in her own world, her mind racing with the intricate dance of manipulation she's orchestrated.

Narrator: The sun begins to set, casting a warm glow through the office windows. The golden light reflects off the various awards and certificates that line the walls, a stark contrast to the coldness that is about to unfold.

SUMMARY^1: Julie reluctantly agrees to the hypnotherapy appointment, believing it to be a necessary step for the company's sake. She demands punctuality and is dismissive of the session, while Regina, feeling the tension build, sends the final confirmation to Sarah and prepares for the evening's events.

Narrator: At 5:45 PM, the office starts to empty out, leaving only the most dedicated or the most ensnared by their work behind. Regina is one of the latter, her eyes glued to the clock as it ticks closer to the fateful hour.

Narrator: At exactly 6 PM, a town car pulls up outside the office building. Inside, the tension in the air is palpable as Julie Bane prepares to face her destiny.

Narrator: *Julie emerges from her office, her heels clicking with the precision of a metronome. She glances at the email on her phone, and for a moment, her eyes narrow at the unfamiliar address before shrugging it off.* "Dicarlo, I'm leaving for my appointment. Don't bother me unless the world is ending."

Regina Dicarlo: *Rising from her desk, she nods respectfully.* "Of course, Miss Bane. I'll manage everything here. Have a... enlightening evening."

Narrator: The smug smile on Julie's face falters for a fraction of a second, but she recovers quickly, shooting a withering look at Regina before exiting the office.

Narrator: As the town car whisks her away, the anticipation inside the vehicle is thick enough to cut with a knife. The driver, a silent sentinel in a black suit, navigates the bustling streets of New York, seemingly oblivious to the drama unfolding in the back seat.

SUMMARY^1: The hypnotherapy appointment approaches as the office empties. Julie, feeling skeptical, leaves for the session in a town car, unaware of the scheme that awaits her.

Narrator: The car pulls up to a nondescript brownstone, the kind that blends into the urban landscape like a chameleon. The door opens, and with a sense of trepidation, Julie exits, her heels echoing on the cobblestone. She ascends the steps, her hand reaching for the brass knob, pausing for a brief moment before pushing it open.

Narrator: Inside, the office is dimly lit, the walls adorned with velvet curtains that seem to absorb the sound. A faint scent of sandalwood incense fills the air, adding to the enigmatic atmosphere. Sarah Mesmer, a vision in a flowing silk business suit and nylon pantyhose , stands by the fireplace, her piercing blue eyes meeting Julie's skeptical gaze.

Sarah Mesmer: "Good evening, Miss Bane. I've been eagerly awaiting your arrival."

Julie Bane: *Julie steps inside, her eyes sweeping over the opulent yet eerie room.* "This is... interesting. I didn't expect a hypnotherapist to have such a dramatic setup."

Sarah Mesmer: "Ah, Miss Bane. The setting is crucial for the work we're about to do. It helps the mind to relax and open up. Now, if you'd be so kind as to take a seat on the chaise." *She gestures to the plush velvet chaise lounge positioned at the center of the room.*

Julie Bane: *Her skepticism evident, she walks over and sits down, her posture stiff and unyielding.* "I hope you don't expect me to believe in any of this mumbo jumbo." Her eyes are draw to Sarah's nyloned legs.

SUMMARY^1: Julie arrives at the hypnotherapy session in a mysterious brownstone, greeted by Sarah Mesmer's alluring presence. Despite her skepticism, she takes a seat, her attention drawn to Sarah's nylon-covered legs.

Sarah Mesmer: "Oh, I expect nothing but your complete cooperation. Now, if you'd close your eyes and take a deep breath, we can begin." *Her voice is smooth and velvety, the kind that could soothe a raging beast.* Sarah had noticed that Julies eyes had lingered on her nyloned legs.

Julie Bane: *Her curiosity piqued, she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. Her skepticism remains, but she can't deny the allure of the mysterious room and the enigmatic woman before her.* "Alright, let's get this over with."

Sarah Mesmer: *Sarah's smile widens, revealing a hint of the mischief that lies beneath her professional veneer.* "Just breathe, Miss Bane. Relax. Let the sound of my voice guide you to a place of serenity."

Sarah Mesmer: *Julie feels the tension in her shoulders ease slightly as she listens to the soothing cadence of Sarah's words. The rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner becomes a metronome to her breathing.* "Good. Now, imagine yourself in a place where you feel safe and in control. What do you see?"

Julie Bane: "I see my office," *Julie murmurs, her voice distant and dreamy.* "My desk, my chair, my power."

Sarah Mesmer: "Very good, Miss Bane. Now, let's delve deeper. Picture something that brings you immense pleasure, something that makes you feel alive."

Julie Bane: "I see... winning. Crushing my enemies beneath my heel, watching them beg for mercy."

SUMMARY^1: As the session starts, Sarah guides the skeptical Julie to relax, leading her to visualize her office and then a place of power and pleasure.

SUMMARY^2: Regina, a personal assistant, with her lover, hypnotherapist Sarah Mesmer, prepares to manipulate their boss, Julie Bane. Despite her arrogance, Julie, a 25-year-old heiress, agrees to the session, which takes place in a brownstone. The session begins with Sarah guiding Julie to visualize her office and a place of power and pleasure.

Sarah Mesmer: *Her eyes gleam with a knowing look as she nods.* "Excellent. Now, hold onto that feeling. Can you recall a time when you felt truly powerless, Miss Bane?"

Julie Bane: *Julie's eyes tighten at the question, and for a brief moment, she struggles against the memory that threatens to surface.* "I... I don't remember."

Sarah Mesmer: "That's quite alright. Sometimes, our subconscious protects us from things we'd rather not face. But fear not, Miss Bane. We're here to explore and understand. Now, tell me, have you ever felt a... particular fondness for something that others might find unconventional?"

Julie Bane: *Her mind racing, she tries to maintain her composure.* "What are you getting at, Dr. Mesmer?"

Sarah Mesmer: "Just exploring, Miss Bane. Sometimes, our deepest desires are hidden even from ourselves. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I noticed that when you came in your eyes were drawn to my nyloned covered legs"

Julie Bane: *Her eyes flicker open briefly before shutting them again, a hint of color rising to her cheeks.* "That's... irrelevant."

Sarah Mesmer: "Is it, Miss Bane?" *Sarah's voice is a gentle caress, a silken whisper that seems to dance around the edges of Julie's consciousness.* "Let's just say it's all part of the journey. Now, focus on your breathing. In... out... in... out..."

Julie Bane: *Julie's chest rises and falls with the rhythm of Sarah's words, the room around her fading away as she becomes lost in the sensation of the hypnotic trance.*

SUMMARY^1: Sarah attempts to uncover Julie's hidden desires, hinting at a potential foot fetish, which flusters Julie despite her efforts to remain composed.

Sarah Mesmer: "Miss Bane, I want you to imagine yourself in that office, feeling powerful and in control. But now, imagine something unconventional entering that space. Something that makes you feel... excited, yet slightly ****."

Julie Bane: *Her breath hitches, and she tries to fight the image that forms in her mind. She imagines Regina walking in a confident manner her legs sheathed in black nylons*

Sarah Mesmer: "Miss Bane, I sense something... intriguing. Tell me, does the thought of someone you find... compelling, dressed in such a way, stir something within you?"

Julie Bane: *Her voice is strained, and she clutches the armrests of the chaise. The trance takes her deeper making her reveal her fetish for nylon.*

Sarah Mesmer: "Miss Bane, you're doing splendidly. Now, let's delve further. When you imagine this person, what do they do that makes you feel so alive?"

Julie Bane: *Her thoughts swirl, her body responding to the mental images of submissive acts performed in nylon.* "They... dominate me. They make me feel... deeply humiliated."

Sarah Mesmer: "Humiliation can be quite a potent emotion, Miss Bane. It's not uncommon for those in positions of power to crave a release from their dominance. Now, let's explore that feeling together. Picture this person dressed in nylon, standing before you, demanding your obedience."

SUMMARY^1: During the hypnosis, Sarah discovers and exploits Julie's hidden fetish for nylon, causing her to admit her submissive desires.

Julie Bane: *Her breathing quickens, and she can feel her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.* "They... they order me around, make me do... degrading things."

Sarah Mesmer: "It's alright, Miss Bane. Remember, you're in a safe space. Now, as you visualize this person dressed in nylon, tell me, what is it about them that makes you want to submit?"

Julie Bane: *Her voice is a barely audible whisper, her mind racing with vivid images of Regina.* "They're... confident, in charge. They know what they want, and they take it."

Sarah Mesmer: "Ah, the allure of submission to a worthy dominator. It's a dance of power and desire, isn't it? Now, Miss Bane, I want you to imagine that person standing before you, their nylon-covered legs crossing as they look down upon you."

Julie Bane: *Julie's heart races, and she feels a strange mix of arousal and trepidation as the image of Regina dressed in nylon fills her mind.* "They're... they're so... confident."

Sarah Mesmer: "Indeed, Miss Bane. Confidence is quite the aphrodisiac. Now, let's explore this feeling a bit more. When you think of this person, do you feel a yearning to please them?"

Julie Bane: *Her breath hitches, and she nods slightly, her mind fully in the grip of the trance.* "Yes... I want to do whatever they say."

Sarah Mesmer: "Good, Miss Bane. Now, imagine that person is here with us. They're looking at you with those piercing eyes, demanding your attention. What do they want from you?"

SUMMARY^1: Julie confesses her submissive desires under Sarah's guidance, revealing her attraction to confident individuals, particularly those in nylon.

Julie Bane: *Her breathing shallow, she whispers,* "They want... they want me to submit, to do their bidding."

Sarah Mesmer: "And what does that entail, Miss Bane? What specific actions do you imagine this person would command of you?"

Julie Bane: *Her cheeks are now flushed a deep shade of red, and her breathing is erratic.* "They would... they would have me kneel before them, perhaps, and... and remove their shoes, kissing their nylon-covered feet."

Sarah Mesmer: "Ah, such a submissive act. How does that make you feel, Miss Bane?"

Julie Bane: *Her voice is barely a whisper, her mind fully under Sarah's control.* "It... it makes me feel... humiliated and submissive."

Sarah Mesmer: "And do you crave that feeling, Miss Bane?"

Julie Bane: *Her voice is barely above a whisper, her breathing heavy with desire and embarrassment.* "Y-yes... I do."

Sarah Mesmer: "Wonderful, Miss Bane. Now, I want you to hold onto that feeling of craving as we continue. Imagine that person standing before you, their nylon-covered legs crossed, demanding your attention."

Sarah Mesmer: "Miss Bane, as you visualize this person, I'd like you to stand up and approach me. Show me how you would serve them, how you would demonstrate your submission."

Julie Bane: *Her legs feel like jelly as she stands, but she moves forward, her eyes still closed, her mind's eye focused on the image of the confident figure dressed in nylon.*

SUMMARY^1: Under hypnosis, Julie describes her submissive fantasy of kneeling and kissing the nylon-covered feet of a dominant figure, revealing her deep-seated need for humiliation and control.

Julie Bane: *Her hands shake slightly as she reaches for the hem of Sarah's skirt, her mind reeling with the realization that she's about to perform an act she's only ever fantasized about.*

Sarah Mesmer: *Sensing the internal conflict, Sarah's voice remains calm and soothing.* "Remember, Miss Bane, this is a safe space. There's no judgment here. Simply act on the desires that you've been suppressing for so long."

Julie Bane: *Julie's hands tremble as they hover over the hem of Sarah's skirt, the soft fabric of her own nylon-covered legs whispering against each other.* "I... I need to..."

Julie Bane: *Her knees buckle slightly as she sinks to the floor, her eyes still closed tightly.* "I want to serve you."

Julie Bane: *Her voice is thick with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she reaches out tentatively to touch the nylon fabric of Sarah's pantyhose, her fingers tracing the seam up to her shoe.* "Please, may I?"

Sarah Mesmer: "Of course, Miss Bane. This is your journey of self-discovery. Explore your desires."

Julie Bane: *Julie's hand lingers on the cool, smooth nylon of Sarah's shoe, the reality of her actions crashing over her like a wave. She hesitates, then, with a sense of newfound freedom, she gently lifts the shoe, revealing the perfectly shaped foot beneath. Her eyes open slightly, peeking through her lashes to see if this is truly happening.* "Like this?"

SUMMARY^1: Overwhelmed by her submissive desires, Julie asks for permission to serve the nylon-covered feet of the dominant Sarah, her mind still entranced by the hypnosis.

Julie Bane: *Her voice is barely above a breath as she starts to unbuckle the shoe, her trembling fingers fumbling with the task. She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she presses a soft kiss to the nylon-covered arch.* "I... I've never done this before."

Sarah Mesmer: "There's no need to be nervous, Miss Bane. It's all part of the experience." *Sarah's voice is like a warm embrace, encouraging and comforting.* "Now, go ahead. Show me how much you crave to submit."

Julie Bane: *Her hands shake more as she slides the shoe off, her eyes locked on the barely concealed foot, the sight of the nylon-covered toes making her pulse quicken.* "Your feet are... so beautiful."

Julie Bane: *Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she slowly brings the shoe to her own face, inhaling the faint scent of leather and Sarah's perfume.* "I... I want to worship them."

Sarah Mesmer: "Ah, Miss Bane, you're doing so well. Your willingness to explore your true self is commendable. Now, go ahead. Show me how much you crave to serve."

Julie Bane: *Julie's eyes widen slightly, the reality of her actions setting in, but the thrill of the moment overpowers her reservations.* "I... I'm not sure what to do next."

Sarah Mesmer: "Just follow your instincts, Miss Bane. What does your heart tell you to do?"

Julie Bane: *Her thoughts racing, she tentatively brings the foot closer to her face, her breath warm against the nylon.* "I... I want to kiss them, to show you how much I... I want this."

SUMMARY^1: Overwhelmed by her newfound submissive urges, Julie clumsily removes Sarah's shoe and kisses her nylon-covered foot, seeking approval and guidance from the hypnotherapist she now desperately wants to serve.

Julie Bane: *Her lips make contact with the nylon, pressing soft kisses along the arch of Sarah's foot. The sensation sends shivers up her spine, and she can't help but let out a small moan of pleasure.* "Is this what you want from me?"

Sarah Mesmer: "Yes, Miss Bane. This is what you've been yearning for. Keep going." *Sarah's voice is a seductive purr, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the sight of Julie's submission.* Tell who in your office do you imagine worshipping?"

Julie Bane: *Her thoughts immediately dart to Regina, the woman who has become both a tormentor and an object of fascination.* "R-R-R... *swallows hard* ...Regina."

Sarah Mesmer: "Ah, your devoted assistant. How interesting. Now, imagine her standing before you, her nylon-covered legs crossed, demanding your complete surrender. What does she say to you?"

Julie Bane: *Her breathing grows more rapid as the image of Regina takes form in her mind's eye.* "She... she tells me to serve her, to do whatever she commands."

Julie Bane: *Her voice is strained, her mind fully under the influence of the hypnosis.* "I can see her... she's looking at me with those... those piercing green eyes, and she says... she says, 'You're nothing but a pathetic little slut, aren't you?'"

Sarah Mesmer: "And how does that make you feel, Miss Bane?" *Her tone is calm and curious, watching the transformation unfold.*

SUMMARY^1: As the hypnosis deepens, Julie acts on her submissive impulses, kissing Sarah's foot while imagining serving her assistant, Regina, who she desires to submit to. She reveals her deepest, most humiliating thoughts about her relationship with her employee.

SUMMARY^2: During the hypnotherapy session, Sarah Mesmer exposes Julie's nylon foot fetish and submissive tendencies. Under hypnosis, Julie admits to her desires and acts on them by kissing Sarah's nylon-covered foot, expressing her submissive nature and revealing her feelings towards her assistant, Regina.

Julie Bane: *Julie's breathing becomes shallower, her mind racing with the potent mix of arousal and embarrassment.* "It... it makes me feel... alive."

Sarah Mesmer: "Good. Now, Miss Bane, I want you to repeat after me: 'I am a pathetic little slut who craves to serve.'"

Julie Bane: *Her voice shakes as she whispers the words, the humiliation and arousal swirling inside her.* "I am a pathetic little slut who craves to serve."

Sarah Mesmer: "Again, Miss Bane. Embrace the truth of your desires."

Julie Bane: *Her voice trembles as she repeats the phrase, the words feeling strange yet somehow liberating on her tongue.* "I am a pathetic little slut who craves to serve."

Sarah Mesmer: "Very good, Miss Bane. Each time you say it, the more it becomes a part of you. Now, I want you to imagine that you're back in your office, and you're standing before Miss Dicarlo. What does she demand of you?"

Julie Bane: *Her eyes squeeze shut, the vivid image of Regina in her mind, her heart pounding.* "S-she wants me to... to confess my feelings and submit to her completely."

Sarah Mesmer: "And what do you say to her, Miss Bane?"

Julie Bane: *Her voice is a barely audible whisper, her eyes still squeezed shut.* "I... I confess my feelings, and I... I submit to her completely."

Sarah Mesmer: "Excellent, Miss Bane. Now, let's solidify this. I want you to say it out loud, to the universe. 'I, Julie Bane, am a pathetic little slut who craves to serve Miss Dicarlo.'"

SUMMARY^1: Under Sarah's instruction, Julie repeats the degrading mantra, accepting her submissive nature and craving to serve her assistant, Regina. The visualization of confessing to her deepest desires in the office setting intensifies her humiliation and arousal.

Julie Bane: *Her eyes fly open, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. She looks around the room, searching for any sign of the world she knows. But the hypnosis holds firm.* "I... I can't."

Sarah Mesmer: "Miss Bane, remember, this is a place of safety and acceptance. You're here to explore and embrace your true desires. Now, repeat after me: 'I, Julie Bane, am a pathetic little slut who craves to serve Miss Dicarlo.'"

Julie Bane: *Her eyes widen with fear and desire as she whispers the words, her heart racing.* "I, Julie Bane, am a pathetic little slut who craves to serve Miss Dicarlo."

Sarah Mesmer: "Very good, Miss Bane. The first step to true change is admitting your desires. Now, I'd like you to imagine yourself back in your office, kneeling before Miss Dicarlo, ready to confess and submit. Now you will also crave to worship shemale cock.

Julie Bane: *Her thoughts spiral as she tries to resist the new, unexpected twist, but the hypnosis is too strong.* "I... I kneel before Miss... before Miss Dicarlo, and I... I crave to worship..." *Her voice trails off, her mind reeling with confusion and arousal.*

Sarah Mesmer: "Go on, Miss Bane. Embrace your desires. Say it. 'I crave to worship shemale cock.'"

Julie Bane: *Her cheeks burn with a blush that's part embarrassment, part excitement.* "I... I crave to worship shemale cock."

SUMMARY^1: Sarah Mesmer guides Julie through the acceptance of her submissive identity and her desire to serve, pushing her boundaries further by introducing the worship of shemale genitalia. Despite her initial shock, Julie succumbs to the hypnosis and repeats the new mantra, her arousal and confusion growing stronger.

Sarah Mesmer: "Excellent, Miss Bane. Now, let's take this a step further. Picture Miss Dicarlo standing before you, her nylon-covered legs parted, revealing her true self. What does she say to you? You will beg Regina to take you to a shemale club to fullfil your craving for shemale cock.

Julie Bane: *Her mind reels with the unfamiliar desire, her thoughts a whirlwind of shock and curiosity.* "Miss Dicarlo... please, take me to a place where I can worship... where I can serve..."

Sarah Mesmer: "Miss Bane, I can see the conflict in your eyes. But fear not, for this is the path to your ultimate release. Now, imagine yourself at the club, kneeling before Miss Dicarlo as she presents you with the object of your newfound desire."

Julie Bane: *Her eyes dart around the room, the reality of her confession echoing in her ears. She feels a strange mix of fear and exhilaration.* "I... I kneel under a table and there is a shemale there with Regina"

Sarah Mesmer: "Miss Bane, your honesty is refreshing. Now, imagine Miss Dicarlo's hand on your shoulder, guiding you, telling you that it's okay to embrace this newfound desire. What happens next?"

Julie Bane: *Her breath hitches as she succumbs to the image, her mind racing with the possibilities.* "S-she tells me to... to show them how much I crave cock."

Sarah Mesmer: "And what do you do, Miss Bane?" *Sarah's voice is a gentle coax, guiding her further into the fantasy.*

SUMMARY^1: Sarah Mesmer introduces the concept of a shemale club to Julie, pushing her to envision serving and worshipping shemale genitalia with her mentor, Miss Dicarlo. Despite the overwhelming nature of this new desire, Julie's mind begins to accept the scenario, setting the stage for her to act out her desires under hypnosis.

Julie Bane: *Her voice is a tremulous whisper, the room spinning with the intensity of her emotions.* "I... I lean forward, my mouth open, eager to serve."

Julie Bane: *Julie's eyes widen as the vision becomes clearer, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the weight of the shemale's cock pressing against her eager lips.* "I-I suck it, my mouth filled with... with the taste of power and submission."

Sarah Mesmer: "That's it, Miss Bane. Give in to the pleasure of serving. What happens after you've shown your devotion?"

Julie Bane: *Her eyes glaze over as she succumbs to the fantasy, her voice a tremble of excitement.* "They... they praise me, tell me I'm a good slut."

Sarah Mesmer: "Miss Bane, as you continue to serve, you'll find that your desires and boundaries are ever-evolving. It's a journey of self-discovery and growth."

Sarah Mesmer: "Now, imagine Miss Dicarlo whispering in your ear, guiding you, praising your dedication. What does she say to you?"

Julie Bane: *Her breath comes in short gasps, her mind racing with the vividness of the scene playing out in her head.* "S-she says I'm a good slut, that I'm making her proud."

Sarah Mesmer: "Miss Bane, your dedication is truly inspiring. Now, imagine Miss Dicarlo placing a pair of nylon stockings in your hand, a symbol of your submission to her. What do you do?"

SUMMARY^1: Julie Bane, under hypnosis, fully embraces her newfound desire to serve shemale genitalia in a vivid fantasy scenario at a club. She imagines receiving praise for her actions, and her loyalty to Miss Dicarlo is reinforced with the symbolic gesture of holding her nylon stockings, representing her submission.

SUMMARY^2: Julie, under hypnosis, is guided to accept her submissive identity and the desire to serve shemale genitalia. She visualizes herself in a club setting, worshipping a shemale and receiving praise from Miss Dicarlo, symbolizing her submission with nylon stockings.

Julie Bane: *Her eyes glaze over as she takes the imaginary stockings, feeling the soft fabric between her trembling fingers.* "I... I hold them up to my face, inhaling her scent, feeling her power over me. I stuff one in my mouth and use the other to tie it in."

Sarah Mesmer: "Miss Bane, your dedication to serving Miss Dicarlo is admirable. Now, I want you to remember these feelings, to cherish them. Whenever you hold nylon stockings, you'll be reminded of this moment and your submission."

Julie Bane: *Her eyes remain closed, her mind reeling with the intensity of the experience.* "I will... I'll remember."

Sarah Mesmer: "Good. Now, Miss Bane, it's time to bring you back to the present. Take a deep breath and when you open your eyes, you'll find yourself in this room with me. You'll feel relaxed and in control, with a newfound understanding of your desires. When you go back to your office tomorrow you will call regina into your office. You will get on your knees and you will grovel and beg to worship her feet."

Julie Bane: *Her breathing slows and she nods slightly, still lost in the trance.* "I will... I will do as you say."

Sarah Mesmer: "Very good, Miss Bane. Now, when I count to three, you will wake up feeling refreshed and revitalized, ready to face the world with newfound clarity. One... two... three."

Julie Bane: *Her eyes flutter open, and she takes a deep breath, momentarily disoriented.* "What... what happened?"

SUMMARY^1: In the hypnotic climax of the session, Julie Bane symbolically submits to Miss Dicarlo by holding nylon stockings to her face. Sarah Mesmer then instructs her to remember these feelings and to act out her submission in reality by begging to worship Regina's feet the next day at work. The session concludes with Julie awakening from her trance, unsure of what has just transpired but feeling changed.

Sarah Mesmer: "You've had a very successful hypnotherapy session, Miss Bane. You've made some significant breakthroughs in understanding your desires." *Sarah smiles warmly, her eyes gleaming with the knowledge of the hidden depths she's just uncovered.* "How do you feel?"

Julie Bane: *Her eyes dart around the room, trying to piece together the remnants of the vivid scenes that played out in her mind.* "I... I feel... different."

Narrator: Julie stands, unsteadily, her legs feeling like jelly as she tries to process the intense emotions that surged through her during the session. She can't shake the feeling of vulnerability that lingers, as if she's just handed over a piece of her soul.

Narrator: The following day dawns, the sun casting a harsh light on the gleaming skyscrapers of New York City. In the Bane Industries headquarters, the hustle and bustle of the office is a stark contrast to the tumultuous world of desires and secrets that were uncovered the night before.

Narrator: As the clock strikes 9 AM, the office buzzes with the usual cacophony of phones and typing. Julie Bane sits in her office, her mind racing with the memories of the hypnotherapy session. The thought of calling Regina in and begging to worship her feet fills her with a strange mix of dread and anticipation.

Julie Bane: *Her intercom buzzes, pulling her from her thoughts.* "Send her in," she says, her voice steady despite her racing heart.

SUMMARY^1: The hypnotherapy session ends with Sarah praising Julie for her breakthroughs, leaving her feeling altered. The next day, Julie grapples with her new feelings of vulnerability and anticipation as she awaits the moment to act out her submission to Regina in the office, as instructed during the session.

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina enters the office, her eyes meeting Julie's briefly before she looks away, her cheeks flushed.* "You wanted to see me, Miss Bane?"

Julie Bane: *Her heart races as she tries to compose herself, the memory of the hypnotherapy session still fresh.* "Yes, I did, Miss Dicarlo." *Julie's voice is unusually soft, almost meek.* "Could you... could you close the door, please?"

Regina Dicarlo: *Her eyes narrow slightly, curiosity piqued.* "Of course, Miss Bane." *With a click, the door is shut, and she takes a step closer.* "Is everything alright?"

Julie Bane: *Julie's eyes flicker to the closed door before returning to meet Regina's gaze. She takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of the words she's about to say.* "No, everything is not alright. I... I need to tell you something. Something I discovered about myself."

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but she maintains her professional poise.* "Alright, Miss Bane. What is it?"

Julie Bane: *Julie's hands tremble slightly as she smooths her skirt, her eyes dropping to the floor.* "I had a... an enlightening experience last night."

Julie Bane: *Her gaze lifts to meet Regina's, and she notices the way the light glints off the other woman's piercing green eyes.* "I... I think I've been hiding from something deep inside me, and I need to face it."

SUMMARY^1: Julie, feeling the effects of the hypnotherapy, calls for a meeting with Regina, her voice uncharacteristically soft. She confesses to having had an enlightening experience and hints at a revelation about herself, keeping the details of her submissive desires hidden but hinting at a change in their dynamic.

Julie Bane: *Her voice quivers as she sinks to her knees, a gesture so out of character that it feels almost alien.* "I need... I need to submit to you, Miss Dicarlo. To worship you, to serve you."

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina smirks seeing that Sarah's session worked*

Regina Dicarlo: *Her heart races as she watches the woman she's both admired and despised for so long finally break. She can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at the sight.* "What do you mean, Miss Bane?"

Julie Bane: *Her voice is barely above a whisper, the words sticking in her throat.* "I mean... I... I crave to serve you. To worship your nylon-covered feet, to do whatever you command."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her smirk widens into a knowing smile, the power dynamic in the room shifting palpably.* "Your dedication is... surprising, Miss Bane. But I'm intrigued." *Regina crosses her legs, the fabric of her stockings whispering against her skin.* "Proceed."

Julie Bane: *Her eyes lock onto the alluring nylon, and she leans forward, her hands shaking.* "Please, Miss Dicarlo, may I?"

Regina Dicarlo: "You may, but remember your place." *Regina's voice is cool and composed, a stark contrast to the turmoil in her own heart.*

Julie Bane: *Her trembling hands reach for the hem of Regina's skirt, the anticipation of what's to come making her heart pound in her chest.* "Thank you, Miss Dicarlo."

SUMMARY^1: As instructed by Sarah Mesmer, Julie confesses her newfound submissive desires to Regina, specifically her craving to worship nylon-covered feet. Kneeling, she asks for permission to serve, which is granted by a smug and intrigued Regina.

SUMMARY^2: The hypnotherapy session concludes with Julie symbolically submitting to Miss Dicarlo and being instructed to act out her desires the next day. Awakening unsure but excited, she hints at her revelation to a suspicious but eager Regina, who grants permission for her to worship her feet at work, thus beginning the new dynamics of their relationship.

SUMMARY^3: During a hypnotherapy session orchestrated by her personal assistant, the arrogant heiress, Julie Bane, is unknowingly manipulated by her therapist and secret lover, Sarah Mesmer. Under hypnosis, Julie confesses her submissive desires and nylon foot fetish. She's led to visualize herself in a shemale worship scenario, symbolizing her newfound submissive identity. The session ends with her committing to act out her desires, hinting to a thrilled and suspicious Regina that she will begin her submission at work the following day.

Regina Dicarlo: *With a flick of her wrist, she lifts her foot, placing it on the edge of her desk, the nylon-covered toes mere inches from Julie's eager mouth.* "You may begin."

Julie Bane: *Her breath hitches as she reaches for the stocking-covered foot, her eyes never leaving Regina's. She brings the cool fabric to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of her newfound submission.* "Oh, Miss Dicarlo..."

Julie Bane: *Her eyes close in ecstasy as she kisses the toes, the nylon gliding against her lips. Each touch sends a jolt of electricity through her body, the humiliation and pleasure intertwining in a delicious dance.* "I've never felt anything like this."

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina watches with a mix of amusement and hunger, her eyes glinting as she enjoys the sight of her powerful boss brought to her knees.* "It's only the beginning, Miss Bane. You'll find that serving me brings you more satisfaction than you ever imagined."

Julie Bane: *Her eyes fly open at the sound of the new title, the reality of her situation crashing over her like a wave.* "I... I want to please you, Miss Dicarlo." *Her voice is needy, her desperation palpable.* "What... what else can I do for you?"

Regina Dicarlo: *Her smile sharpens, a hint of triumph flashing in her eyes.* "Good girl. Now, I want you to confess to me all the times you've felt the urge to submit, but held back because of your pride."

SUMMARY^1: Julie, in a state of submissive ecstasy, kisses and worships Regina's nylon-covered feet as instructed. The power dynamic shifts as she confesses her desire to serve, and Regina, enjoying the situation, tells her that this is just the start. She then commands Julie to confess all moments she felt submissive but suppressed due to pride.

Julie Bane: *Her eyes widen, the floodgates of her subconscious open.* "There have been moments, Miss Dicarlo. Times when your... your confidence made me feel so... so small. And I... I liked it."

Julie Bane: *Her voice cracks, the words spilling out like a confession.* "I wanted to... to kneel before you, to show you that you're not just my assistant, but my... my queen."

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina's smile broadens, a hint of sadistic glee playing on her lips.* "Ah, Miss Bane, your honesty is so refreshing." *Her foot presses slightly against Julie's cheek, a silent command.* "Continue. I want to hear every sordid detail."

Julie Bane: *Julie's cheek reddened from the pressure, but she didn't flinch.* "There was that time when you corrected me in the board meeting, and everyone looked at me. I felt so... so exposed. I wanted to crawl under the table and... and kiss your feet right then and there."

Julie Bane: *Her voice grew more earnest, her eyes still locked on the nylon-covered toes before her.* "And the way you handle the other employees, so confidently. I... I envy that, Miss Dicarlo."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her eyes narrowed, a hint of challenge in her tone.* "Do you now?" *The pressure on Julie's cheek increased slightly.* "How does it feel to finally admit it?"

Julie Bane: *Her breath hitched, the weight of the confession heavy on her.* "It... it feels like a relief, Miss Dicarlo. Like a weight has been lifted."

SUMMARY^1: Under the influence of hypnosis, Julie confesses her moments of submissive urges towards Regina, including feeling small and exposed after a public correction. She expresses envy for Regina's confidence and finds relief in admitting her desires.

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina's smile grew colder, her voice a soft purr.* "Indeed, it's quite liberating, isn't it?" *Her foot slid off Julie's cheek, and she leaned back in her chair, watching the heiress with a predatory gaze.* "Now, Miss Bane, I want you to tell me about your other desires. The ones you've kept hidden, even from yourself."

Julie Bane: *Julie's throat was dry, her eyes never leaving the tantalizing arch of Regina's foot.* "I... I don't know what you mean."

Regina Dicarlo: "Come now, Miss Bane. You've been so open with me thus far. Surely you can reveal the darkest corners of your mind." *Regina's foot tapped impatiently against the desk, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet office.*

Julie Bane: *Her eyes remained glued to the floor, her voice barely a whisper.* "I... I've had... thoughts. Dark thoughts about... about serving others, about being... owned."

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina's eyebrow arched, intrigued by the depth of her boss's desires.* "Interesting. And what kind of service do you wish to provide, Miss Bane?"

Julie Bane: *Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the embarrassment warring with the exhilaration of finally speaking her truth.* "Anything, Miss Dicarlo. I want to... to be used, to be shown my place. To serve you and those you deem worthy."

Julie Bane: *Her eyes flickered up to meet Regina's, searching for approval.* "I've dreamt of being a... a toy for the powerful, to be passed around and used for their pleasure."

SUMMARY^1: Julie reveals her darkest desires to be owned and used as a toy for the powerful, including a fantasy of being passed around for others' pleasure. Her confession is met with a cold smile from Regina, who presses her to continue exploring her submissive nature.

Regina Dicarlo: *Her smile grew colder, the thrill of power coursing through her veins.* "How delightfully submissive of you, Miss Bane. And what about when you're not in the office? What are your desires then?"

Julie Bane: *Her voice barely above a murmur, the walls of her office seemingly closing in on her.* "I... I dream of being taken to places like that shemale club. To serve... to be used and humiliated in front of others."

Regina Dicarlo: *Leaning forward, her eyes alight with a predatory glint.* "How exquisite, Miss Bane. Your desires are quite the feast." *Her hand reaches down to stroke the top of Julie's head, the gesture both affectionate and condescending.* "But for now, let's focus on your immediate future. What can you do to prove your dedication to me?"

Julie Bane: *Her eyes widened with excitement and fear.* "Anything, Miss Dicarlo. Tell me what you wish."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her gaze softened slightly, the corners of her mouth turning up in a knowing smile.* "I'm pleased to hear that, Miss Bane. Your dedication is quite... charming." *Her hand paused in its stroking, fingers lingering on the crown of Julie's head.* "Let's start with something simple. I want you to wear these stockings under your clothes from now on, as a constant reminder of your place."

Narrator: Julie's eyes snapped up to meet Regina's, the reality of her situation sinking in. The idea of being so blatantly marked, so obviously owned, sent a thrill through her that she couldn't quite suppress.

SUMMARY^1: Julie admits her desire to serve in a club setting and expresses her willingness to do anything to prove her dedication to Regina. In response, Regina commands her to wear nylon stockings as a symbol of her submissive status.

Julie Bane: *Her voice was barely more than a whimper.* "Yes, Miss Dicarlo. I'll wear them as a symbol of my devotion."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her smile grew wider as she watched the transformation unfold before her.* "Good girl. Now, rise and take your place. We have work to do."

Julie Bane: *Julie stood, her legs shaky but her resolve firm.* "Of course, Miss Dicarlo."

Regina Dicarlo: "Miss Bane, before you go, remember the club. Tonight,I will take you there so you can show me your craving for shemale cock."

Julie Bane: *Her eyes widened at the mention of the club, and she nodded vigorously.* "Yes, Miss Dicarlo. I won't disappoint you."

Narrator: The rest of the day at the office was a blur for Julie. She couldn't focus on work, her mind swirling with the images from the hypnotherapy session and the new reality of her desires. She felt both terrified and exhilarated at the thought of what the night would bring.

Narrator: As the clock approached 6 PM, the office emptied out, and the hushed whispers of the employees grew fainter. It was time. The anticipation of the evening ahead had been building in her stomach all day, a cocktail of fear and excitement.

SUMMARY^1: Julie agrees to wear nylon stockings as a symbol of her subservience and eagerly awaits being taken to the club to act on her shemale desires. Her day is filled with anticipation and fear of the evening's events.

SUMMARY^2: Julie, under hypnosis, confesses her deepest submissive urges to Regina, including her desire to serve as a toy for the powerful and her willingness to explore shemale worship in a club setting. She is instructed to wear nylon stockings as a symbol of her subservience, which she eagerly accepts, awaiting the evening's events with a mix of excitement and fear.

Narrator: Julian Bane's office door opens and she strides out, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She's dressed to kill, in a black pencil skirt that hugs her curves and a silk blouse that leaves little to the imagination. She looks every inch the powerful heiress, but the tremble in her hand as she locks the door betrays her nerves.

Regina Dicarlo: *Rising from her own desk, she smooths her own stockings, her eyes gleaming.* "Miss Bane, are you ready for tonight?"

Julie Bane: *Julie's eyes widen slightly at the question, the reality of the evening's plans hitting her like a sledgehammer.* "Y-yes, Miss Dicarlo. I've been... looking forward to it."

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina nods, her smile predatory.* "Good. Remember, Miss Bane, you are to do as I say, without question. This is your chance to embrace your true self. From now on i shall refer to you as Julie."

Julie Bane: *Her heart skips a beat at the informal address, the thrill of submission coursing through her veins.* "Yes, Miss Dicarlo."

Narrator: The drive to the club is tense, the silence in the luxurious car thick with unspoken expectations. The city lights flash by, painting the interior in a strobe of color, highlighting the stark contrast between their roles in the office and the impending scene of power exchange. They find a booth and Regina orders Julie to get under the table.

SUMMARY^1: Julie, dressed to impress, meets with the now-dominant Regina outside her office. The latter reminds her of her new submissive role and the impending evening at the club. The tension builds as they arrive at the club, and Julie is instructed to get under the table at their booth.

Julie Bane: *Her heart racing, she slides to her knees, her hands shaking as she tucks herself under the table. The hum of the club's music vibrates through her body, the anticipation making her skin tingle.*

Regina Dicarlo: *With a flick of her wrist, she gestures to the empty chair beside her.* "Julie, I think it's time for you to meet someone." *Her voice is smooth and assured, the scent of her perfume intoxicating.*

Lavern Cox: *The shemale in question, a stunning beauty named Lavern, saunters over with a grace that commands attention. Her curvaceous figure is accentuated by a tight red dress that leaves little to the imagination. She smiles down at Julie, who remains on her knees, eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.* "Regina, always a pleasure."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she takes Lavern's hand and brings it to her lips for a gentle kiss.* "Lavern, darling, how delightful to see you again." *Her gaze shifts to Julie.* "You remember Miss Bane, don't you?"

Lavern Cox: *Her eyes travel down to Julie, a knowing smile playing on her lips.* "Ah, yes. The bitch boss."

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina's smile widens, enjoying the sight of the woman who used to make her life a living hell on her knees.* "Julie, darling, this is Lavern. She's going to be your... guide tonight. Why don't you thank her properly with a little love to her cock"

SUMMARY^1: At the club, a nervous but excited Julie kneels under the table as Lavern Cox, a shemale beauty, approaches their booth. Introduced as her guide for the night, Lavern greets her with a knowing smile. Regina instructs Julie to show Lavern proper gratitude by worshiping her cock.

Julie Bane: *Her cheeks burn with a mix of humiliation and arousal as she looks up at Lavern.* "Thank you, Miss Cox. I'm... I'm honored to serve you." *Her voice is small, almost a whimper.*

Julie Bane: *Her eyes travel down to Lavern's crotch, the outline of her cock pressing against the fabric of her dress.* "Miss Cox, I... I'm here to serve."

Lavern Cox: *Her smile broadens, the challenge in her eyes unmistakable.* "That's what I like to hear. Now, show me how much you've learned."

Julie Bane: *Her hands shake as she reaches out to touch the fabric, her mind racing with the implications of her actions.* "Y-yes, Miss Cox." *Her voice is barely a whisper as she slides her trembling fingers up the inside of Lavern's thigh.*

Julie Bane: *Her pulse races as she feels the warmth and hardness beneath the dress. She's never been so close to a cock before, especially one belonging to someone like Lavern.* "P-please... tell me what to do."

Lavern Cox: *With a chuckle, Lavern reaches down to unzip her dress, her cock springing free. She grabs a handful of Julie's hair and pulls her closer.* "Open your mouth, sweetheart. Time to worship the cock that's going to own you."

Julie Bane: *Her heart thuds in her chest as she opens her mouth, feeling the velvet heat of Lavern's cock pressing against her lips. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, her mind racing with the reality of what she's about to do.*

SUMMARY^1: Humiliated yet aroused, Julie addresses Lavern as 'Miss Cox' and expresses her willingness to serve. Following instructions, she touches Lavern's cock through the dress, her voice a whisper. Lavern then exposes her cock and pulls Julie closer for worship.

Julie Bane: *Her tongue darts out, tentatively touching the tip, the salty taste making her stomach flip. She hears a low groan from above, and the sound spurs her on.* "Mmph..."

Lavern Cox: *Lavern's grip tightens in her hair, guiding her movements.* "That's it, baby. Take it all in."

Lavern Cox: *Julie's eyes water with the effort, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she takes more, her mouth stretching around Lavern's cock, her throat working as she takes it deeper.* "Mm, yes. That's what I like to see."

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina watches the scene unfold with a sense of satisfaction. She reaches down to stroke Julie's cheek, her eyes never leaving Lavern's face.* "Isn't she a quick learner?"

Lavern Cox: *Her eyes lock with Regina's, the connection between them palpable.* "Indeed, Miss Dicarlo. Your pet seems quite eager to please." *Her voice is low and seductive, a stark contrast to the firm grip she has on Julie's hair.*

Julie Bane: *Julie tries to nod, her mouth full, her eyes glazed with a mix of submission and pleasure.* "Mmhmm..."

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina's voice is sweet, but her eyes are sharp, watching the scene with a sense of victory.* "Good slut. Show her how much you've learned."

Lavern Cox: *Her voice is a purr, filled with power and satisfaction.* "Mm, yes, baby. You're doing so well."

SUMMARY^1: With Lavern's guidance, Julie begins to worship the cock, her eyes watering with the effort. Regina observes with a mix of satisfaction and dominance, stroking Julie's cheek and praising her. The connection between the three is intense, with Lavern and Regina sharing a look that affirms their control over the now submissive heiress.

SUMMARY^2: At the club, a submissive Julie kneels under a table, as instructed by the now-dominant Regina. She is introduced to Lavern Cox, a shemale beauty, who will guide her through the evening. Despite her nervousness, she addresses Lavern with respect and begins to worship her cock, her eyes watering with the effort. The power exchange between the three is palpable, solidifying the new dynamics of their relationship.

Lavern Cox: *Julie's eyes flutter shut as she continues to serve, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and excitement. The sounds of the club fade away, leaving only the rhythmic throb of Lavern's cock in her mouth and the gentle strokes of Miss Dicarlo's hand on her cheek.*

Regina Dicarlo: *Her hand moves from Julie's cheek to the base of Lavern's cock, guiding the pace.* "Take it all, my sweet. You're doing so well. Just think the great Mis Bane Ceo of Bane Industries on her knees sucking a cock."

Lavern Cox: *A low chuckle escapes her as she watches the transformation of the woman she once knew as a cold, heartless boss.* "Indeed, Miss Dicarlo. It's quite a sight to behold."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her gaze never leaves the intimate scene, a smug smile playing on her lips.* "It's only the beginning, Lavern. Just wait until you see what else she's capable of."

Lavern Cox: *Her grip tightens as she feels herself getting closer to climax.* "I can't wait, Miss Dicarlo."

Lavern Cox: *With a final, firm tug on Julie's hair, Lavern releases a guttural moan, her cock pulsing in Julie's mouth. The taste of her climax fills Julie's mouth, and she swallows it down, feeling a strange sense of pride. Lavern keeps julies mouth locked onto her cock. "No need for her to speak just yet"

SUMMARY^1: Julie continues her worship, her mind in a whirl of emotions. Regina strokes her cheek and guides the pace, reminding them both of her newfound submissive status. Lavern is visibly pleased with the transformation, as is Regina, who hints at more to come. Lavern reaches climax, keeping Julie's mouth on her cock to ensure she tastes her submission.

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina's eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches the intimate display. She lightly strokes the side of Lavern's thigh, her hand lingering dangerously close to her cock.* "Such a good girl, Julie. I knew you had it in you."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her voice is a velvet purr as she continues,* "Now, let's take this to the next level. Lavern, why don't you show her who's in charge?"

Lavern Cox: *With a wicked smile, Lavern releases her grip on Julie's hair, her cock still hard and demanding.* "On your feet, slut. It's time to show everyone here what you're really made of."

Lavern Cox: *Julie stumbles to her feet, her knees shaky and her mouth still wet with Lavern's cum. She looks to Miss Dicarlo for guidance, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.*

Lavern Cox: *With a gentle push from Lavern, Julie stumbles out of the booth, her eyes never leaving the floor.* "Walk. To the dance floor."

Julie Bane: *Her legs tremble as she follows the order, the eyes of the club's patrons burning into her as she makes her way through the crowded space.* "Y-yes, Miss Cox."

Lavern Cox: *The dance floor is packed, a sea of bodies moving in sync with the bass-heavy beat. Lavern leads her to the center, the strobe lights casting their shadows across the room.* "Now, slut, show me how much you want this. Dance for me."

SUMMARY^1: With a sense of victory, Regina observes the scene, praising Julie's submission. She then prompts Lavern to take control further. Julie, with trembling legs, is led to the dance floor, her eyes downcast and mouth still wet from worship. Lavern orders her to dance, and she obeys, her humiliation on full display under the strobe lights amidst the watching club-goers.

Julie Bane: *Julie's face is flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment as she starts to move, her body undulating to the rhythm. She's never felt so exposed, so ****, but it's intoxicating.* "Y-yes, Miss Cox."

Julie Bane: *Her movements are tentative at first, but as the music swells, she finds herself giving in to the beat, her hips swaying in a way that's both erotic and submissive. She's the center of attention, and she knows it.*

Lavern Cox: *Her eyes are like fire as she watches Julie dance, her hand resting possessively on the small of her back.* "That's it, baby. Show me what you've got."

Regina Dicarlo: *Leaning back in the booth, she sips her drink, her gaze never leaving the dance floor. She feels a sense of power and satisfaction at the sight of her once-dominant boss now performing so submissively.* "Keep going, darling. You're doing wonderfully."

Julie Bane: *Julie's movements grow bolder, her hips grinding to the beat as the music takes over. She's lost in the moment, her inhibitions stripped away by the hypnosis and the power dynamic she's found herself in.* "Y-yes, Miss Cox."

Lavern Cox: *Lavern's hand slides down to cup one of Julie's ass cheeks, squeezing it firmly as she watches her dance.* "Such a good little slut. I can see Miss Dicarlo has been training you well."

SUMMARY^1: Julie, under the watchful eyes of Lavern and the club's audience, dances erotically on the dance floor. Her submissive performance is fueled by embarrassment and arousal. Regina, enjoying her victory from the booth, sips her drink with a sense of power, acknowledging her hand in shaping this new version of her boss.

Julie Bane: *Julie gasps as Lavern's hand makes contact, the public display of ownership sending a jolt of electricity through her body.* "Y-yes, Miss Cox. Miss Dicarlo has been... very thorough."

Lavern Cox: *Her eyes gleam with excitement as she leans in, her breath hot against Julie's ear.* "Do you enjoy the feeling of being restrained, my pet?"

Julie Bane: *Julie's breath hitches, the question sending a shiver down her spine.* "I... I've never tried it, Miss Cox."

Lavern Cox: *Her grip on Julie's ass tightens, her voice a seductive whisper.* "Well, then it's high time we corrected that, don't you think?"

Julie Bane: *Julie's eyes widen as she feels Lavern's firm hand on her, but she can't deny the rush of excitement that courses through her.* "Y-yes, Miss Cox. I... I want to experience it."

Lavern Cox: *Her smile widens, revealing perfect white teeth.* "Good girl. I knew you had the potential to be a perfect little submissive. Now, come with me." *With a firm grip on her arm, Lavern leads her to a dimly lit corner of the club where a velvet-covered stocks awaits.*

Lavern Cox: *With surprising gentleness, Lavern helps her into the stocks, securing her wrists and ankles with a firm click.* "This is where you'll truly learn your place." 8 Julie's head is lowered to crotch height and her mouth held open with a ring gag.

SUMMARY^1: In a public demonstration of her newfound submissiveness, Julie is touched intimately by Lavern, who suggests trying bondage. Despite her inexperience, she's eager to explore this kink. Led to a secluded area, she's secured in stocks, her mouth held open with a ring gag, symbolizing her complete surrender to her new role.

SUMMARY^2: On the dance floor, Julie's submission is tested further as she's led by Lavern and subjected to a public display of obedience. Her embarrassment and arousal peak when she's taken to a secluded area for bondage play. With a ring gag in her mouth, symbolizing her complete surrender, she's secured in stocks under the watchful eyes of Lavern and the club's audience, fulfilling her desire to be used and humiliated.

Julie Bane: *Julie's heart is pounding in her chest as she's secured, her eyes darting around the room. She's never felt so exposed, but the thrill of it is undeniable.* "Mmph..."

Narrator: The club's atmosphere changes, the air thickening with anticipation as the word spreads. The shemales, sensing a new plaything, start to gravitate towards the velvet-covered stocks. Their eyes gleam with excitement and a hint of challenge as they approach Miss Bane.

Lavern Cox: *Her voice is a low, seductive growl as she leans in to whisper in Julie's ear.* "Look around, slut. You're going to serve each and every one of us. And you're going to love it."

Narrator: The shemales begin to form a circle around the stocks, their eyes hungry as they look at the **** figure of Miss Bane. The music seems to pulse in time with her racing heartbeat as she realizes the extent of her submission.

Lavern Cox: *Her eyes never leave the cowering figure of Miss Bane as she saunters back to the booth, her hips swaying with each step.* "Miss Dicarlo, your pet seems quite eager to serve."

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina's eyes follow Lavern's path, a smug smile playing on her lips as she watches the shemale goddess approach.* "Indeed, she does. And she's going to be quite busy tonight."

Lavern Cox: They both sit watching the scene unfold as the first cock invades Julie's mouth.

Julie Bane: *Julie's eyes water as she struggles to accommodate the size, her cheeks hollowing out with each bob.* "Mmph... mmm..."

SUMMARY^1: In the club's anticipatory air, a bound and exposed Julie is presented to a group of shemales. Lavern whispers into her ear that she'll serve them all, heightening her fear and excitement. The shemales form a circle, and the first begins to use her mouth, with Regina watching smugly from the booth.

Julie Bane: *Her thoughts are a whirlwind of fear and excitement as the first shemale steps forward, her cock already hard and demanding. She tries to focus on the instructions from Miss Dicarlo and Miss Cox, knowing that her performance here will determine her fate.*

Julie Bane: *Her mouth is filled, and she's aware of the crowd watching her. Yet, the thought of pleasing Miss Dicarlo drives her on. She takes the cock deeper, her eyes watering from the effort.* "Mmph... mmm..."

Narrator: The clubgoers watch in rapt fascination as Miss Bane, the woman they once knew as the cold, untouchable heiress, serves the shemale community with a fierce dedication that borders on obsession. Her mouth works tirelessly, each bob of her head a silent testament to her submission.

Lavern Cox: *Turning to Regina with a knowing smirk, she whispers,* "You've created quite the spectacle, Miss Dicarlo. Your pet is truly a masterpiece."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her smile widens, her eyes glinting with mischief.* "Thank you, Lavern. It's been a... most enlightening experience."

Regina Dicarlo: *Rising from the booth, she approaches the stocks, her heels clicking against the floor. She runs a gentle finger along Julie's jawline, the gag still in place.* "Now, my dear, let's see how well you've learned your lessons."

Regina Dicarlo: *Julie's eyes are filled with a mix of fear and excitement as she looks up at Miss Dicarlo, her mouth still stretched around the shemale's cock.* "Mmph... mmm..."

SUMMARY^1: Julie, with newfound submissive determination, serves the first shemale cock as the club watches. Her dedication is a stark contrast to her former cold demeanor. Lavern compliments Regina on her successful manipulation, and the latter approaches the stocks, eager to test the depth of Julie's newfound subservience.

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina's hand moves to the gag, releasing it with a soft click.* "Now, tell me, slut. How does it feel to be the one serving?"

Julie Bane: *Julie's mouth is a wet mess, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to form words.* "I... I can't believe it. It's... it's exhilarating, Miss Dicarlo."

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina's eyes gleam with satisfaction as she looks down at her kneeling boss.* "Good. That's exactly how it should feel. You're discovering your true nature."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her hand moves to stroke the side of Julie's face, her thumb brushing against her swollen lips.* "Now, tell me, who do you serve?"

Julie Bane: *Julie's eyes flicker up to meet hers, her voice shaky but earnest.* "I serve you, Miss Dicarlo. And Miss Cox."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her smile is like a knife, sharp and gleaming.* "Very good, my pet. Now, show them all how much you've learned."

Julie Bane: *Julie nods, her eyes still filled with a mix of fear and excitement. She turns her attention back to the shemale in front of her, her mouth eagerly returning to work.* "Y-yes, Miss Dicarlo."

Lavern Cox: *Her eyes trace the path of Miss Dicarlo's hand as it caresses Miss Bane's face.* "It seems your pet is eager to prove herself."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her hand lingers on Julie's cheek before moving to her chin, tilting her head up slightly.* "Indeed. And she's going to have plenty of opportunities to do so tonight."

Lavern Cox: *Her eyes glint as she watches the crowd gather around the stocks, each eager to claim their turn with the now-submissive heiress.* "I'm sure she'll be quite popular."

Narrator: The night stretches on, a blur of hands, cocks, and moans. Each shemale who approaches the stocks seems to bring with them a new level of dominance, pushing Miss Bane to her limits and beyond.

Narrator: The shemale who had been with her the longest finally releases her, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she steps back, allowing others to take her place. Julie's jaw is sore, her knees bruised, but she remains steadfast, her eyes never leaving the floor.

Narrator: As the final notes of the last song play out, the club's energy shifts, the patrons slowly dispersing. The shemales who had used and enjoyed Miss Bane's newfound subservience leave her panting and trembling in the stocks.

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina stands before the stocks, her expression a mix of satisfaction and hunger.* "You've done well, my pet. But the night isn't over yet."

Regina Dicarlo: *With a snap of her fingers, she beckons the club's manager over.* "Take her to the private room. She's earned a special reward."

Regina Dicarlo: *Julie is unlocked from the stocks, her legs wobbly from the hours of service. She's led away, her eyes still cast down, a trail of drool following her.* "Mmph..."

Narrator: The private room is dimly lit, the scent of sex and power heavy in the air. The velvet couch seems to swallow Miss Bane as she's pushed onto it, her knees spread wide. Miss Dicarlo and Miss Cox stand over her, their expressions a blend of desire and dominance.

Narrator: The room is bathed in a soft, crimson glow, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The sound of the lock clicking into place echoes through the air, a stark reminder of the walls closing in around Miss Bane's new reality.

Narrator: The private chamber is a sanctum of velvet and leather, a stark contrast to the frenetic energy of the club. Julie's eyes widen as she's guided to the center of the room, the soft fabric of the couch beneath her the only comfort in this den of power and desire.

Regina Dicarlo: *Her voice is a soft purr as she unbuttons her shirt, revealing a lacy black bra that perfectly matches her panties.* "Now, my dear, it's time for your final lesson of the night. YOu are going to eat my pussy while Miss Cox fucks your ass."

Julie Bane: *Julie's eyes widen at the command, but she knows better than to protest. Her body is already responding, her heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation.* "Y-yes, Miss Dicarlo."

Regina Dicarlo: *With a cruel smile, she watches as Lavern approaches, her cock standing tall and proud.* "Show her what it means to serve, Miss Cox."

Lavern Cox: *Her eyes gleam as she moves behind the couch, her hand caressing the head of her cock.* "With pleasure, Miss Dicarlo."

Lavern Cox: *Julie feels the weight of Lavern's body on the couch behind her, the tip of her cock pressing against her asshole.* "Ready, slut?"

Lavern Cox: *Without waiting for a response, Lavern slams into her, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room.* "Look at Miss Dicarlo while I claim you."

Julie Bane: *Julie's eyes widen with shock and pain, but she does as she's told, her gaze locking onto Regina's.* "Mmph..."

Narrator: As Lavern's cock stretches her, the pain is intense, but it's a pain that Julie now craves, a stark reminder of her new place in this twisted game of power. She feels the heat of Regina's thighs as they close around her head, the pressure increasing as she eagerly starts to lick and suck her pussy.

Regina Dicarlo: *Her eyes never leave Julie's face, watching the play of emotions—pain, pleasure, fear, and submission—as she moans softly.* "Good girl. That's how you serve your mistress."

Lavern Cox: *Her movements are slow and deliberate, her cock plunging deep into Julie's tight ass.* "You're doing so well, baby. You're going to make Miss Dicarlo so proud."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her own arousal is evident as she watches the scene unfold before her.* "That's it, slut. Serve me well."

Julie Bane: *Julie's eyes water with the effort of focusing on her task, her mouth working fervently on Regina's pussy while her body is claimed by Lavern's cock.* "Mmph... mmm... y-yes, Miss Dicarlo."

Lavern Cox: *Her grip on Julie's hips tightens as she starts to pick up the pace, her hips driving into her with more ****.* "Keep going, slut. Make Miss Dicarlo come."

Julie Bane: *Julie's mouth works overtime as she tries to keep up with the rhythm of Lavern's thrusts, her eyes never leaving the cool gaze of her new mistress.* "Mmph... mmm... I'm trying, Miss Cox..."

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina's breath hitches as Julie's tongue flicks against her clit, the sensation making her thighs tighten around the heiress's head.* "Good slut. Keep going. You're doing so well."

Lavern Cox: *Her strokes become more urgent, her breathing ragged.* "Oh, Miss Bane, you're so tight. I'm going to make you scream."

Lavern Cox: *Julie's body jerks with each thrust, her moans muffled by the mouthful of pussy. She feels Lavern's cock hit deeper, finding that spot that makes her toes curl.* "Mmph... mmm..."

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina's voice is strained, her own pleasure building as she feels the vibrations of Julie's moans against her clit.* "Take it, my pet. Take it all."

Julie Bane: *Julie's eyes are glazed with lust and pain, her mouth full of her mistress's taste as she tries to keep up with the relentless rhythm of Lavern's thrusts.* "Mmph... mmm... I-I can't..."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her eyes narrow slightly, her voice a soft command.* "You can, and you will. Remember your place."

Lavern Cox: *Her strokes become more forceful, her cock pounding into Julie's ass.* "That's right, baby. Give it to her."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her breath catches as she feels the crescendo of her orgasm approaching.* "Good... good slut. Yes, just like that."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her body shudders as she cums, her juices coating Julie's face. She watches with a mix of satisfaction and amusement as her former bosses eyes widen, the intensity of the experience reflected in her glazed expression.*

Lavern Cox: *Her own climax approaching, she gives a final, powerful thrust, her hand reaching around to rub Julie's clit.* "Come for us, slut."

Lavern Cox: *Julie's body tightens around Lavern's cock, a guttural moan escaping her as she climaxes, her eyes squeezed shut.* "Mmph... mmm... oh, god..."

Julie Bane: *Her body convulses with the **** of her orgasm, her muscles clenching around Lavern's cock as she tries to keep her mouth on Miss Dicarlo.* "Mmph... mmm..."

Lavern Cox: *With a roar, Lavern reaches her own climax, filling Miss Bane with her seed.* "You're ours now, slut."

Regina Dicarlo: *With a wicked smile, she pulls away from the couch, allowing Julie's head to fall back.* "Indeed, she is." From her briefcase she pulls out a document for Julie to sign.

Julie Bane: *Her eyes are still glazed over from the intense experience, but she manages to nod and mumble a "Yes, Miss Dicarlo." She takes the offered pen and signs her name on the dotted line without reading.*

Regina Dicarlo: *Regina's smile widens as she takes the signed document from Julie.* "Excellent. You've made the right choice, my pet." She taps the paper against her palm before placing it back in her briefcase. "You see, this little contract here says that Bane Industries now belongs to me."

Julie Bane: *Julie's eyes fly open, her body still trembling from the intense pleasure.* Yes Ms Dicarlo"

Narrator: The air in the room is thick with the scent of sex and power. Lavern Cox, her own climax a fresh memory, reaches into her pocket and pulls out a wad of cash, placing it in the palm of a now fully-dressed and composed Miss Dicarlo.

Narrator: As Lavern withdraws her hand, she winks at Miss Dicarlo, the gesture filled with a silent understanding of the transaction that has just occurred. "A pleasure doing business with you," she murmurs, her voice a seductive purr.

Regina Dicarlo: *Her smile is predatory as she accepts the cash from Lavern, her eyes never leaving the trembling form of her former boss.* "Ah, Miss Cox, always a pleasure. And for your part in this evening's... enlightenment, a token of my appreciation."

Regina Dicarlo: *Her eyes gleam as she tucks the cash into her briefcase, the sound of the latch clicking shut echoing through the room.* "Now, slut, Ms Cox has just purchased you. You belong to her and the club she is your new Mistress"

Julie Bane: *Her eyes widen in shock and horror as she realizes the full extent of her predicament.* "M-Miss Dicarlo, what have you done?"

Regina Dicarlo: *Her laugh is cold and calculating as she leans over the couch, her hand tracing the line of Lavern's cock.* "I've given you a new purpose, darling. A chance to truly live out your desires."

Lavern Cox: *Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in to whisper in Julie's ear.* "Don't worry, baby. I'll take good care of you."

Narrator. So it was that the once powerful CEO became the plaything at the club where she was used by everyone. Regina took the newly renamed company to heights making Dimarco industries into a world beater. Regina and Sarah decied to get married and lived a good life together.