Recharge and Test on Caitlin

I put the ring on the charging dock and confirmed it was charging. I also went ahead and made a massive bulk order of all the parts I used to make the ring. I had to see if this could be replicated. I put a couple more of my original design ring in the 3D printer print queue.

I opened up SolidWerks and made a 1/2 scale version to see if I could make it into an actually wearable ring. I added a small button to turn it on and off because it would have very limited battery life at that size. Maybe 5-10 minutes. I set a couple this model to print as well.

It was closing time by the time I finished. With everyone gone I needed to test one more thing.

Did my suggestion that Caitlin ALWAYS feels comfortable with me helping her actually work? I’d read about post-hypnotic suggestions before, but assumed they were BS. Of course, I also considered this might be something more than hypnosis too. Hypnotism isn’t instant, and a trance doesn’t typically end instantly if the “pendant” so to speak, is taken away. This “hypnotic state” ended the second my ring turned off.

Caitlin and I both shut down all the equipment and closed together. Usually, we did our own thing so we could go home sooner. I kept dropping “let me help you…” and she never seemed bothered.

This had to be real. If I would have been breathing over her shoulder “helping” any other time. She would have and should have been pissed.

I finally got a chance to really test my helpfulness.

“I’m going to run to the restroom before we clean out the dust collectors,” Caitlin said.

I cringed, but I asked, “would you like me to help you get out of those coveralls? I know it’s a pain to get them off to use the restroom.” I was waiting for a slap or an incredulous remark…

Caitlin replied, “sure if you want to help I’m comfortable with it, but it’s not necessary…”

“Ok, I’ll just help you right here if that’s ok?” I asked and she stopped and nodded ok.

On the verge of hyperventilating, I grabbed the zipper at her neck and pulled it down. Underneath she was wearing a plain white tank top with clearly no bra. She had prominent nipples showing through on tits that were much larger than I expected. Probably Ds. The baggy coveralls hid them well. As the zipper reached her waistline I could tell she was very fit with her tight bare midriff.

I reached down and pulled off both of her shoes and held her steady as she stepped out of the coveralls. She was just wearing some plain athletic shorts, but she looked way better than I imagined. She had a nice ass, probably hard-earned in the gym, and long smooth legs.

“Can I help you take anything else off?” I asked as charming as I could muster, fully preparing to brush it off as a bad joke.

Caitlin smiled and said, “if I needed to take anything all the way off I’d let you help, but I don’t need to.” Then she turned and walked away.

Flabbergasted, I watched her walk a little longer than necessary before I went and sat down.

“It works!” I said a little louder than I anticipated. Luckily no one heard me.

“I can save my relationship with Kelly, with this… maybe.”