Leonora Ch. 01

It was the usual Monday morning with Leonora feeling washed out. It was difficult to think straight, though this would soon pass after a second coffee. She looked at the tired eyes staring back at her in the restroom mirror. She made funny faces, stretching the facial muscles in an attempt to ease the signs of weariness.

Standing up straight on tiptoe, pushing back her shoulders in an exaggerated pose a pair of ample breasts were impressively emphasised. Critically examining the image she felt pleased at how trim her figure had become over the past few months. Somehow it had been possible to keep to yet another diet.

At five foot five it was important not to look dumpy so honing a trim little waist helped settle that problem. Looking over her shoulder at a hard rounded bottom she breathed a noise of satisfaction. "It will do!" she sighed.

Looking into the tired face again she wondered for a moment when it had become so important to look after her body. At twenty-four it was a little too early to be worried about ageing. She wasn't looking for a man. On leaving college Leonora had made a life plan and right now it meant working on building a career.

On reflection she considered the business suit skirt was a little too short. An idea came to mind that this new outfit had been a reward for coming down a size. Staring in the mirror she wondered if a little too much cleavage was on show.

She wrinkled her nose in thought about the diet. It was curious how her breasts were larger yet her waist and tummy were trim. Good looks did help, had helped. As head of the department she was off the bottom rung of the corporate ladder ready to take another step up.

***

On seeing Rodney enter the purchasing office she suspected something was wrong. Rodney was the chairman's son and one of those annoying people who liked you to know it. Why was he slumming down here among the workers? A hasty swallow of caffeine added to the adrenalin rush. She was now alert at this sign of danger.

The triumphal gait of his walk continued unimpeded despite the smiles and quick words doled out as he passed upturned faces. He leaned into her office. "Did you enjoy the party?" He asked. "So, your favourite song is Lucky!"

How did he know about a friend's party over the weekend? It irritated her that she couldn't remember seeing him there. The more she thought about it the party shimmered like a hot roadway hiding the way back.

It must have been good. "It was good. Thank you for asking," she had almost told him she didn't remember much but it was important to portray an image of responsibility and respectability. She didn't want him to think she was a drunken party girl.

He smiled and turned away. "Hell! Party girl?" she exclaimed quietly. Where did that idea come from?

"Not more urgent reports surely!" Eileen, her secretary complained.

Nervously straightening and tugging at the short skirt Leonora pulled herself together. "No. He just came in to thank us for the ones we completed last week," she said.

Eileen looked at the door he had just closed behind him. "Well. That is something new. Stop fiddling with that skirt woman. If you're uncomfortable wearing it leave it at home tomorrow. Go back to something you feel more comfortable in." Eileen knew her boss wouldn't listen but said it anyway, as the department nursemaid forever dishing out advice, wanted or not.

With everyone's head down the muttering elapsed enough for Leonora to return to her office; satisfied everyone was working hard.

Apart from vague snippets of conversations all she was left with was a lingering pleasant feeling that she enjoyed a party at the weekend. There was not a single definite thing about it she could remember. Was he there?

There was no way she would have been singing at a party, unless perhaps they had a karaoke machine and she was very drunk. The words of the song triggered a memory and curiosity. "Lucky, lucky, lucky, I'm a lucky party girl," she quietly sung.

The words seemed familiar but not right and definitely something she wouldn't sing. Leonora was far too sensible to make a fool of her self. What had she done at the party and was it in front of him? He seemed to have such a smug smile upon his face as though he knew something.

It had probably been as dreary as usual with time spent listening to a strangers boring lecture about business. The thought that the party had been the same as usual implied she often went to parties, which was a surprising idea, yet it sat in her mind refusing to leave.

It tied in with these Monday morning heavy feelings. What had she done each weekend for the last six months? Her diary was well maintained up to six months ago with neat scribbles about decorating and weekend chores, both dull and tiresome, yet right now very comforting entries, then nothing. What had she been up to the last six months? Why hadn't she noticed this before?

"Leonora, Leonora. Are you in yet or still home painting the ceiling." Leonora's secretary was not exactly respectful of her boss but she did an excellent job of bringing everything together, especially on a Monday morning.

"What do you mean, painting the ceiling?" Leonora asked. Sharing gossip together would soon bring her round, back to the normal world of chaos that was usual in the office.

"Friday you said you were spending the weekend painting a spare bedroom ceiling. Anyway, you have the usual meeting to start the week then it's the usual department rounds." Eileen stated.

The rounds were what they called checking up on each of the staff to ensure they were not just sitting waiting for something to do. It happened, but not since they started the rounds. First, she had to attend the inter-departmental meeting. She looked at the reports then at Eileen, and they pulled the ritual faces, "Ugh!" they said in unison.

"You're not smoking," Leonora said, accusingly, as though it were an omission in her secretary's duties.

"I wondered when you would notice!" she giggled. "I've been going to a hypnotist. It's great. It's working. It's almost painless. I hardly remember having smoked let alone wanting to smoke," she enthused to Leonora, who at that moment was more friend than boss.

A curious thought dominated the day that just couldn't be shaken off. It led her to ask Eileen for the hypnotist's telephone number and taking the considerable step of actually dialling to make an appointment.

***

If there hadn't been a free slot that very afternoon the unsettled mood may have been shrugged off with the whole thing being dropped, yet she was there sitting before him, feeling confused. At first she felt embarrassed telling him of a vague uncomfortable feeling she had but then his professional skill was to help a client relax.

"One of the girls is arranging a party and was talking about outfits on a web site. When she laughed about one of them, a party pet..." She broke off with a shudder. "It left me with an uncomfortable image. I was dressed as a party pet surrounded by men. I don't know what it means but its frightening."

For a moment it was reassuring not to be paranoid as there was an explanation for these vague feelings of unease. He explained that a hypnotic suggestion was hindering a real memory. He told her she had been hypnotised with a suggestion planted deeply in her mind and that it has been strengthened over the last six months to become a powerful influence.

"Until we can identify what the trigger is, it will be difficult to identify and just as difficult to remove. There are probably several instructions deeply embedded within your subconscious with at least one of them preventing you from remembering what it is your compelled to do at the weekend," he told her.

In a daze Leonora sat listening wondering how it could have happened.

"You won't be able to remember much about the party while under such a deep hypnotic influence but there is a possibility of adding to the command, something extra, one of my commands," the therapist told her.

"You should consider reporting this to the police. Alright, we'll find out what it is all about first."

Running away would be of no use. If she were to leave the area they might find her and keep her forever suspended in that terrible acquiescent state rather than just at weekends.

She agreed with the therapist to carry on as normal so as not to alert them to her growing awareness.

***

Friday night came around slowly enough to keep her strung out with nervous tension for what seemed weeks not days. Tired from the busy week it seemed something of an anticlimax as she slumped on a favourite comfy sofa before the television.

As usual her head nodded with weariness for a few minutes until she awoke feeling more wretched than when arriving home from the office. Leonora had a vague feeling she should be doing something.

"Preparing for work tomorrow? No not that," she said to herself while drifting into the kitchen for a snack. It was Sunday evening; a whole forty-eight hours since arriving from work on Friday and she hadn't given a thought to the lost time.

In the kitchen she read what looked like a shopping list attached to the fridge with a pig magnet. A curious phrase was written among the list of groceries. Without a thought to what she was doing she walked to her spare room and sat at a desk to scribble in the diary.

***

Monday morning she awoke in the usual state of confusion. In the kitchen she looked at the curious note stuck on the fridge. A phrase caught her attention. A flash of an idea struck her and she remembered the therapist giving her this piece of paper and a command.

She ran to the small study and sat at the desk. In trepidation she looked for the diary. The hypnotist had said it might not work. It was missing. There on the desk was a pen but no diary. Had it been written up or thrown out? Shuffling papers in a draw she found it buried among bills waiting to be paid.

Unsure of herself she made a pot of coffee then hesitantly opened the book. From a quick glance she saw there were fresh notes there and poured a second cup. There was a nervous tremble in her hands so she took a deep breath to steady her nerves.

Looking at the rough scrawl she saw an unsteady script that was obviously hers. So now she would find out what had been going on every weekend for the last six months.

Sunday's entry, "This weekend I was a party pet. Leonard wasn't in this evening otherwise I would have been his plaything. It is better when he keeps me for himself. Later I sung my song. 'Licky, licky, licky. I'm a licky girl. Ready to lick, lick, lick.'"

While reading the hasty scribble Leonora put a hand to her mouth. The meaning seemed somehow familiar yet she dare not think what a party pet was. Then she had become a lick girl? How did she lick the other guests? A shudder ran through her body as the worst of ideas numbed her mind.

She needed to leave for the office but another cup of coffee was desperately needed first. She wanted it all to be a hoax or trick of some kind. Even madness might be more acceptable. On the way to the office she calmed down enough to present a cool exterior to the staff. Hidden in her private office she pretended to study reports.

On the phone she found the therapist was away ill."He left a letter for you. We don't have your address on file so could you pick it up? It will be in reception for you."

Leaving work early she picked up the letter and once safe in her car tore at the envelope. She read it over again. He would be back soon but in the mean time she had to decide whether to go along with the usual weekend routine or report it to the police.

Damn! That wasn't any good. All week she fretted over what to do. She had remembered a little more of the party room but none of the faces were brought into focus or what she had actually done there.

Friday night came around suddenly without a decision being made. As usual she plonked a tired body onto the sofa wondering what to do. Leonora looked at the telephone still unable to find the strength to face the embarrassment of asking someone for help. Her head began to nod with fatigue.

***

She awoke with a gasp of fright. She had dozed on the couch longer than expected and had to rush out quickly with no time to catch a bite to eat. Fumbling with car keys she managed get the thing started and backed out onto the road without hitting anything.

Running into the back kitchen of the large mansion house Leonora was breathing heavily. A glance at the large clock in passing showed she was only just on time so must get changed quickly to avoid a spanking.

Leonora smoothed down the little black outfit over her hips before entering the party. Catching sight of the outfit in a mirror dashed all confidence. It wasn't a fancy dress party yet she was wearing a bunny outfit with perky ears and white cuffs. Almost everyone else was wearing elegant gowns or suits.

It made her feel even more insignificant and unsure of herself. Her master had left it in her room so surely it wasn't a mistake. She felt such a silly little thing, like a little pet ready to scamper away to hide from all the big important people.

Before she could figure out what to do Jonathan strode up to her. "So there you are. I want you to join that group of guests like the good little pet you are. You should know what to do by now," he told her.

He straightened the black bowtie at her neck and patted her bare bottom to hurry her into the party.

Leonora looked down in deference to him, which was a mistake. How had she not seen the state she was in while changing? Her breasts were pushed up into a large cleavage ready to bounce out of the low cut top. Her chest was flushed so her face must be crimson with embarrassment.

Everyone looked so formal and here she was only half dressed. The little tight outfit was high cut over her hips, pulling it between her cheeks. The bunny ears and cuffs made her look as silly as she felt. The high heels gave her some height but she had to walk with a posture that pushed out the large bouncing bust.

Although it had a built in corset hugging her waist tight and pushing her breasts up, the rest of the material was absurdly thin. With every step she felt it cutting her in two. Any moment the crotch might disappear between her lips. She wanted to turn and flee out of the room but in dismay found it impossible to turn around.

Compelled to walk on she hesitated joining the group of guests. She dallied on the periphery of the group hearing them talking business. How she had come to be a bunny girl waitress was still a mystery. If she could keep calm and find out the therapist would help her out of this mess.

Her resolve weakened with panic threatening. 'What the hell am I doing here like this? It feels like a dream so why can't I wake up? Please let me be asleep on my sofa,' she took a step back almost tumbling in the high heels.

A man took a hold of her elbow to steady her. "So what do you do, little bunny girl?" Robert asked, with the look of a predatory wolf upon his face.

Opening her mouth to protest at such a demeaning remark she instead batted a set of long eyelashes. "I'm a party girl, sir. I'm your little bunny tonight, sir," Leonora stuttered. The little squeaky voice was bad enough but the lisp was damned annoying.

If her colleagues could see her now she would die of shame. The thought rolled through her mind like a lonely tumble weed. The thought rolled out again leaving an empty feeling without the slightest recollection of what it meant.

She beamed at the man attempting to be a little winsome pet, succeeding sweetly. There, that was better. This is what she had been trained for. She knew what to do now.

Leonora was in the middle of the group of smart expensively dressed men being examined. She had their full attention and revelled in it. She swung her hips from side to side and put a finger to her lips.

"Can I do anything for you, sirs?" she giggled.

"You certainly can," Robert said.

"You already are, sweet lips," Philip admitted, hinting at a tent in his trousers.

"I can just imagine those luscious lips wrapped around my penis," Robert added.

"Yes, sir," Leonora spoke up looking at a hardness in his trousers. As she bent over attempting to kneel, a difficult operation in the high heels, one of them grabbed her shoulder.

"Not here you silly little slut! Where does he get these slutty bimbos from?" Peter asked of no-one in particular. "It's against the rules," he told her firmly.

A little sigh of relief escaped between her pursed lips. She licked them nervously. 'How the hell could I have been prepared to go down on this man. Right here in a room full of strangers,' Leonora wondered in horror.

It sounded and looked as though she were disappointed not to have been allowed to blow him. Their reaction was to be expected. They sneered at her sluttish behaviour but nevertheless savoured the idea.

"Nice breasts," Robert commented and took hold of a nipple through the thin material to tease it.

"Careful you're not seen, by Jonathan," Peter cautioned. "She has a nice ass too," he murmured to himself.

In dismay she felt her pussy lips reacting as though the swelling nipple was a bell pull connected directly to her pussy demanding attention. Any more stimulation and her lips would swallow the little piece of material covering them.

She wore no panties in the tight outfit so there was nothing but a thin purse holding her little private place. She was fearful that her aroused state would be noticed. 'Why in hell am I reacting this way? It's terrible. A complete stranger is toying with me and I can't stop him!' Leonora guessed this unwanted reaction was part of the training the master had mentioned.

She was reacting strongly, swaying with passion, leaning toward those invigorating fingers as they worked her body up. Was it the training or because it was happening in front of others or his expertise? She was too far gone to bother working it out.

"If she's this hot from pinching her nipples she'll sizzle now," Philip said. He took hold of one of her lips that had unrolled around the bunny outfit crotch. With the others shielding him he stroked her hot lips, running a finger nail over them.

'This can't be happening! I'm so turned on I'm helpless. Sandwiched between these men I can't back away, I can't move!' Leonora couldn't bring her mind under control while being swamped with overpowering sensations. Even without the stimulation it would have been impossible to resist after months of deep hypnosis but she didn't know that.

Retreating into a shell she just let it happen, even pushing her body against the fingers toying with her body.

"Careful! Jonathan's looking this way," Peter warned.

Relieved that they were leaving her to calm down, and more so that it was against the rules, she took a deep breath. Her nerves were shattered. If only she could walk away from them.

"Go to the bar and fetch the drinks. They know our order." Peter told her. He kept an eye on Jonathan and relaxed on seeing him turn to another group once the slut had walked away from them.

The woman before her was dressed as a sexy cheerleader, giggling and speaking with a little girly voice, despite being in her late twenties. Her age made the display all the more lurid with a skirt that just covered her hips and a top that hid nothing from the imagination. The woman wiggled her hips leaving Leonora wondering how the stupid slut would manage the tray without spilling anything.

While waiting her turn she had a chance to think. It seemed she was compelled to serve with her mind going blank when carrying out instructions. At least she was just a waitress and there were rules against being touched. Even though they took advantage of the vulnerable state it was some small consolation.