The end of the day

The end of the day mercifully arrived for Christine. Cheryl brought her back into her office and put her back into a trance: "Christine, when I wake you up, you will not remember anything that happened today. You will think you just had a very boring day at work. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Christine, when you wake up, you will believe that you are dressed as you were when you arrived this morning. You will also believe your hair and make-up are perfect, and you smell like the perfume you put on this morning."

Cheryl looked at Christine's smeared make-up and sticky, messy hair. Cum stained her blazer lapels and blouse, and the smell of cum and especially piss filled the office. "Christine, when you leave the office, you will become very, very horny. You will go to your favorite night club and try to pick up a man to take home for a one night stand. You want me to come with you as your wing-woman, and you will open a tab and buy my drinks and drinks for anyone I wish. You understand all of that?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good, if anyone says anything negative or insulting about how you look, smell, or are dressed, you will become angry and insult them. You know you look sexy and professional, but when you get home and look in a mirror, you will remember everything that happened today and realize how you look. understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."