CYNTHIA AND THE 'DARK-VIOLET' CATSUIT (9)

MPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

CYNTHIA AND THE 'DARK-VIOLET' CATSUIT

Part 9

A little later in the office of 'The Giraffe'.

While Jessy was finishing her phone call with the director, Black Violet, sitting in one of the chairs across from the desk heard several lies that she told the director. The fake Amaya couldn’t be more amused and eager to really do what Jessy, The Giraffe, falsely said about what she had done.

Although she had to grudgingly admit it, Jessy's new look was very enviable. But it was obvious that some plastic surgeon had had to help with many parts of her body. She had the silhouette of a perfect Beta, but a first-class Beta who could aspire to be an Alpha. She had no wrinkles, but there was a deliberate touch to her cheekbones and lips that made them look somewhat unnatural. She had a figure that even the most famous personal trainers could envy, with a big butt, a narrow, well-defined waist, and generous breasts. Moreover, when she had walked through the hallways full of students, Black Violet couldn't help but notice how she swayed her hips, like a whore who made no secret of being a whore in heat.

There was also something different about Jessy, apart from her looks and attitude. She looked like a cliché straight out of a fetish bondage movie, like that school building, straight out of the 80's. She undoubtedly looked like what she wanted to convey with that red blouse and latex skirt. Her shiny stockings with the sensual black line running from her heel up her legs to her rubber-covered ass. And her unmistakable black patent leather Oxfords with expensive stiletto heels. She exuded the sensuality of a mistress who flaunts her femininity and the sensuality that her body hinted at through her outfit...

No, it wasn't just that she was showing off her arrogance, with clothes that a vice principal couldn't afford to buy and... even less to wear at a high school.

Unlike when Jessy had been a student, her gaze was now deep, penetrating, daring... In her eyes, which were no longer hidden behind thick glasses, something which now gave her style, there was superiority, arrogance, power and even contempt. Black Violet could no longer see any trace of the weak and pathetic girl she used to be.

Now, while Jessy, The Giraffe, with a now more playful and distracted attitude, was telling her things about the past, Black Violet began to feel strange. Light-headed, mind floating, yet also heavier and sinking deep into the leather seat she was sitting in. The space between her and Jessy began to shrink, while the entire office around them began to expand. She heard Jessy's voice sometimes higher, like in school then, sometimes lower, as before in the hallway, and increasingly both at the same time as she spoke.

But there was another voice, faint and camouflaged, that began to echo in her mind. Then her head felt like a spinning top, spinning heavier and heavier, trapping her in the chair and clouding her senses. And suddenly Black Violet was aware that Jessy was doing something to her, but she couldn't stop looking into her eyes, because it felt good, really pleasant. Causing her body to feel hot, her fake panties and fake pantyhose getting wetter and wetter.

Black Violet didn't see it coming. The glasses Jessy was wearing had a special feature that could only be seen from the outside, where a subliminal spiral began to become visible as the hypnosis grew stronger and stronger. At the same time, an evil smile appeared on Jessy's face. She knew that her victim had just realized what she was doing to her, and it was too late.

Too late to avoid it.

“Oh my dear, I was going to call you after class to ask you to come and talk to me...” she said, taking off her glasses and carefully putting them away in a drawer, then taking out another pair, this time normal ones. “But... I think the fact that you, Black Violet, came here directly as your daughter saved us some time...”

“What?” said Black Violet, her voice weak and feeling, apart from being paralyzed, increasingly weaker. “What have you done to me? How do you know that I am now... You can't be the loser of earlier, The Giraffe... I order you to... tell me... who you are...”

“She is my slave and the architect of what you and I are now, My Beloved,” said a vibrant, masculine, and dominant voice coming from the office doorway. “Black Violet, meet Shadow, your new best ally, faithful lover and also archrival when it comes to enjoying my cock, but she prefers to call herself Hypno-Bitch.”


to be continued...