Simon Western

Simon entered his sumptuous corner office high above the gleaming metropolis, gazing past expansive windows toward the vast, illuminated skyline. His executive attire – expertly tailored bespoke suit, crisp shirt, silk tie – hung on him with perfection, reflecting his authority and status within the corporate world. Yet beneath the composed facade simmered mounting anxiety as the weight of responsibility bore heavily upon his shoulders.Martha, ever watchful, observed these subtle changes in her employer's demeanour. As they discussed strategies for managing his workload more efficiently, Martha gently suggested inviting someone new into his life—someone capable of guiding him towards better mental equilibrium. Intrigued yet cautious, Simon asked what led her to propose such an unconventional approach. "Dr. Nia," Martha began earnestly, her voice softening with conviction, "has been instrumental in helping clients overcome their most challenging problems." Glancing meaningfully at him, she added under her breath, "Stress management being one of them." Impressed by Martha's persistence and belief in her friend's capabilities, Simon reluctantly agrees to meet with Dr. Nia. After arranging a suitable time, Simon found himself entering an elegantly appointed room where the tantalisingly alluring hypnotherapist awaited him. Dr. Nia Adisa rose gracefully from her comfortable armchair, greeting him warmly with a seductively welcoming smile.

They sat down opposite each other, discussing the nature of their meeting while sharing a steaming cup of rich espresso brewed precisely to Simon's preference. Conversation flowed effortlessly between them, their shared experiences blending seamlessly; it was clear that both were seasoned professionals accustomed to navigating complex social situations with ease. So Doctor Adisa do you think you can help with my stress levels asked Simon.“I believe I can be of assistance,” replied Dr. Nia confidently, taking another sip of coffee before continuing. “The process may seem intimidating initially, but once you become familiar with how it works, your stress will subside significantly.” Encouraged by her words, Simon nodded gratefully, leaning forward eagerly. There was something undeniably captivating about Dr. Nia’s hypnotic presence which made it easy for Simon to trust her recommendations wholeheartedly despite their initial hesitance.Feeling oddly calm now after listening to her soothing voice, Simon closed his eyes allowing his muscles to relax slowly. Nia began speaking softly, her words painting vivid pictures that transcended Simon's consciousness, easing him deeper into the trance state. This marked the beginning of Simon's journey towards tranquillity. Little did he know that this very session would alter the course of his destiny forever...As hours passed and the session continued, Simon felt himself surrender completely to Dr. Nia's calming influence.

Under her guidance, Simon experienced heightened relaxation, leaving behind any lingering worries that had plagued him prior. However, there seemed to be some hidden depths beneath this apparent serenity. With every passing moment, the intensity of their connection grew stronger until it became palpable. Slowly, the boundaries separating professionalism dissolved as desire coursed through their veins. Unbeknownst to either party, their minds merged together, forming a powerful alliance. Now Simon I want you to tell me why you are stressed?" asked Nia. In his trance, Simon replied telling Nia."Well, as CEO of Western Enterprises, I feel like my job often consumes me entirely. Between making crucial decisions, dealing with personnel issues, handling finances, and staying ahead of our competitors, it becomes incredibly difficult to find any sense of work-life balance. I sometimes wish I could give it all up." Nia's face took on a smirk full of malice at his words. Maybe you should consider letting your power go for a little while." smirked Nia."Then maybe it's time for us to explore a different kind of role-play - one that allows you to let go of responsibilities temporarily and experience freedom without consequences." Confused yet curious, Simon couldn't help but wonder what exactly Dr. Nia meant by those cryptic statements. What would I need to do Doctor on this roleplay? asked Simon. Nia suggested that maybe he should swap roles with his secretary."

In this scenario, imagine yourself as just a regular employee working under your secretary instead. It might sound strange, but giving up control can be liberating and therapeutic too." Curiosity piqued, Simon hesitated briefly before agreeing to try out this role reversal. Okay Simon imagine I am your secretary Martha now I want you to tell me how you want to swap roles said Nia.Taking deep breaths, Simon mentally visualized switching places with Martha. Suddenly, he pictured himself sitting across from Dr. Nia, filling in the details of her duties and responsibilities during their exchange. Feeling lightheaded from the transformation, Simon realized that he needed to prove his commitment to this game of make-believe by fully embodying his newly assumed identity. "Alright, doctor, if I'm going to truly experience this alternate reality, then I must complete my task as your secretary. To begin, I require specific directives regarding the day's agenda and any pressing matters requiring immediate attention," he spoke with measured determination. As Martha, Dr. Nia proceeded to inform him of the scheduled appointments, briefings, reports, and pending emails demanding her prompt response. Nia told Simon he was not dressed correctly to be a secretary. She was sent to a closet to get proper clothes. Simon stripped and stood before Nia with the outfit he had chosen. She stifled a giggle seeing his three-inch penis.

Okay Simon you can put on your new secretary clothes said Nia. Simultaneously aroused and confused, Simon complied, changing swiftly into a modest ensemble consisting of a conservative skirt suit paired with matching heels. The discomfort of donning female garb stirred a mix of trepidation and excitement within him. Stepping back into reality, he faced Dr. Nia again, her eyes radiating curiosity and mischief. Nodding appreciatively, she remarked, "You look lovely, Miss Secretary," eliciting a wave of embarrassment that warmed his cheeks. Now for the roleplay, I will call you Simone and you can call me Ms. James said Nia. Taking a seat near her desk, Simon (now Simone) meticulously organized papers as though preoccupied with urgent matters, occasionally glancing up to acknowledge Dr. Nia with a polite smile. Despite his best efforts to maintain composure, he was acutely aware of the thrill surging through his body, heightening his awareness of her feminine charms. "Miss Secretary, please pay close attention when I speak. Our relationship relies heavily on communication and trust," requested Dr. Nia solemnly. With renewed focus, Simone dutifully listened as Dr. Nia outlined her expectations concerning various administrative tasks, delving further into her daily routines. The discussion soon shifted to the challenges inherent in balancing multiple demands concurrently. Engrossed in this enlightening conversation, Simone noticed a growing admiration for Dr. Nia's multifaceted skillset.

However, as the hour drew closer to its conclusion, the dynamic within the room transformed into something altogether different. Simone I want you to worship my pussy now said Nia.Surprise etched upon his visage, Simon obliged obediently, lowering himself onto his knees before Dr Nia. Tenderly caressing her velvety skin, he marvelled at the contrast between her appearance and his former perception of her. His touch reverberated throughout her core, causing her heart to race wildly as desire consumed her. Closing her eyes, Nia revelled in the exquisite pleasure coursing through her body, savouring every second of this fleeting indulgence. Gently encouraging Simon to continue, she whispered softly against his ear, "Now, show me just how much you appreciate everything I've taught you today..." Deeply moved by these words, Simon obeyed instinctually, lavishing tender kisses along her neck, sending shivers cascading down her spine. Embracing this intimate encounter with unbridled passion, they allowed themselves to lose track of time, immersed wholly in the present moment. Soon Nia had an explosive orgasm covering Simone's face in her juices. Over the next few weeks, Nia took Simon further down the roleplay. Adding more clothes like stockings, panties and a bra. Soon she had him wearing the underwear to work under his male clothes. At first, the idea of being seen in women's clothing only fueled Simon's arousal even more, however, as days went by, he started enjoying it.

He found pleasure in the secret knowledge that no one else knew about his alter ego. Meanwhile, the lines between them blurred as their sessions evolved. One afternoon, they ended up embarking on a lustful affair where Simon gave into his sexual desires with abandon. Nia proved herself a **** to be reckoned with, dominating him relentlessly with her cunning intellect and fiery persona. The discovery aspect of his treatment was over. Now it was time to reprogram his brain. She told Simon that tomorrow he would tell Martha that he wished to serve her as her secretary. The thought of submitting to Martha excited Simon deeply, amplifying his anticipation for their next meeting. That night, he lay restless in bed, imagining how his submissiveness would enhance their encounters. The following morning, Simon called Martha into his office. Swallowing hard, he recounted his recent experiences, describing the transformative nature of his role-play adventures with Dr. Nia. Stunned by his revelation, Martha listened attentively, absorbing the implications of his request. After contemplating his proposition, she agreed to grant him the opportunity to fulfil his fantasy, albeit with certain conditions attached. "If you wish to become my secretary, you must submit yourself entirely – body, soul, and pride. Only then shall you understand true submission," stated Martha ominously. First, you will sign over the company to me Martha James. said Martha.

Accepting her terms without protest, Simon eagerly signed over the deeds, handing the documents to Martha with trembling hands. Immediately assuming control of the situation, Martha strutted around her new domain confidently, displaying an unwavering poise that belied her youth. Relegated to the status of her subordinate, Simon observed Martha with a mixture of admiration and resignation, knowing that there was no turning back. Each passing minute reinforced his resolve to submit completely—both physically and psychologically—to Martha's authority. Now during your roleplay did Nia give you a name asked Martha. Yes, she named me Simone replied Simon sheepishly. Your transformation from high-powered executive to subservient secretary is almost complete, continued Martha coldly. Prepare yourself for our private meetings and make sure to dress appropriately. Understanding the gravity of the moment, Simon nodded humbly, vowing to uphold his end of the agreement wholeheartedly. Day after day, he submitted to Martha's commands diligently, honing his skills as her loyal secretary. In doing so, he gradually discovered hidden depths to his character previously unknown. Of course, the other employees were shocked and amused often taunting him. Martha would often send him down to the warehouse where the men really humiliated him. His fellow colleagues teased him mercilessly, calling him names such as 'Nancy Boy', 'Secretary Sissy,' etc., all the while chuckling amongst themselves, enjoying his plight.

The women in the typing pool were even more humiliating. Their leader, Jane, took great delight in ordering Simon to fetch coffee, run errands, and do her typing tasks. She enjoyed making him wear a frilly apron and high heels whenever she summoned him to perform household chores. It was a slow descent into hell, yet beneath his shame, Simon felt liberated. He was discovering aspects of himself that he never dared explore before - suppressed feelings of vulnerability, weakness, and dependency. All these traits coalesced to form an intricate web of complex emotions swirling inside him. The once-powerful CEO found solace in the fact that his journey wasn't merely a public spectacle. Privacy still existed behind closed doors. At home, surrounded by silence, Simon could let go of the facade that he wore throughout the day. There, he revealed his innermost self, unencumbered by societal judgements or external pressures. Herein lies the sweet release from his double life. He yearned for moments where he didn't need to hide his identity anymore, craving acceptance beyond any boundaries. Martha saw potential in his servitude. Simon's submission opened doors she couldn't have dreamt of earlier. The corporate world sat at her feet, and she revelled in the sight. This man had changed, not just because of her influence, but also due to his willingness to embrace change itself. Every day brought forth new possibilities as the two continued their sordid games of domination and submission.

Even when Simon tried to regain some sense of normalcy, Martha wouldn't allow it. The intensity of their bond grew stronger each day, transcending mere physicality and entering deeper emotional territory.