Confessions of a Nerd by Hypnoman Living was a true odyssey for him; until that day everything changed... My life was sh

Confessions of a Nerd by Hypnoman Living was a true odyssey for him; until that day everything changed... My life was shit. Yes, real shit. Excuse the frankness but no There is a way to describe it. Until that day. The day when everything changed and the one that, obvious reasons, I will never forget. Before going on, I'll tell you how I went through my days today and how such a change occurred, let me tell you how my shitty life was, before "that" day. I was a typical Nerd. I lived for my studies because I didn't It cost nothing to study. All the ability he had to retain data, dates and formulas was contrary to my physical clumsiness, my lack of conditions for sport and, therefore, for interpersonal relationships. I almost didn't have friends, those who approached did so so that I could pass them a note or I helped them for an exam, and once it was over, they ignored me again like if it didn't exist. With women, no way. I have too many fingers on one hand to count the dates I have had and all of them ended more How frustrating. Of course, my parents adored me, but how could they not adore a son who was brilliant in his studies and who did not bring them problems with women or of cronies? His love was my ordeal. But what I hated most was that they loved me the parents of my schoolmates. For them he was the ideal boyfriend, because He was the ideal son. And that's the worst thing that can happen to you. The girls run away from the boyfriends that their parents like a lot. They are at the age of rebellion and everything that their parents accept, they reject. That's why my dating was frustrating. I remember that for the prom I managed to convince a girl, not very pretty but the only one who addressed me word, to be my partner. You don't know how excited I was for the day of the dance arrives. I had chosen my clothes, I had styled my hair, He had even bought the perfume that she liked, a fact that had elicited in small talk. Everything was going smoothly until two days before the dance. He found me in the school hallway and, without much Concerned, she told me that she was going to attend the dance with her boyfriend. Still speechless with surprise, I asked him why then he had told me that He would go with me, if he had a boyfriend. She answered that her boyfriend had planned a travel for that date and, since she did not want to miss the dance, her boyfriend had said that the only one he let her go with was me because it was totally harmless. Then, you can imagine, the trip was suspended and, well, That didn't matter anymore, I didn't even continue listening to her. I had to make a big I tried hard not to break down in front of her, but when I got home I I locked myself in my room and cried for two hours straight. And that's how it always was. The girls preferred to eat worms rather than being discovered talking to me. Even the Nerds themselves school they ignored me. I hated going to school. I hated finding all the days with the indifference of everyone around me. I hated my life. My stay at the university was identical, so I I save the tedium of listening to my "university laments." Finally, I I found myself without a job, without friends, without a partner, with parents who were already beginning to become disillusioned with the gem of a son they had... Until "that day"... That day started like all the others. I woke up early, tripping over the cat that was at the foot of my bed. I went out towards I went to the park to look for the newspaper and, as always, I found it wet with dew. of the morning. I sat down to read it and saw the ad promoting a new firm that requested an assistant for the vice sales manager. I called for telephone and a young lady with a very pleasant voice answered me but who seemed not caring about anything I was saying. Even so, he scheduled me a interview with the vice president of the company at 2 in the afternoon. I would have been very happy if it weren't for the pessimism that I had carried with me for months. Anyway, I had a good breakfast, took a shower, and decided to choose my best wardrobe: a nice white shirt, with a "powerful" red tie. I accompanied this outfit with a blue ambo and hung from the bracelet of my belt the impressive gold pocket watch, with its also gold chain, that my father had given me when I turned 18. I arrived at the company 15 minutes early. I waited in the car until it was 5 minutes before the hour because I didn't want to get in so far in advance so as not to seem too anxious. The first thing I noticed was to the receptionist. She really was a beautiful girl. Blonde, long hair and model face Unfortunately I couldn't see the bottom of his body due to the desk that covered her. I approached her and she said: - How can I help you? - I'm Mr. McGyver and I have an appointment with Mr. Reeds at 2 in the afternoon He looked at me with a surprised face and asked me: - Are you referring to the vice-sales manager? - Yes, that's the same His face was transfigured - So you're talking to me about Mrs. Reeds. It's a woman Although at all times I thought that the interview would happen with a man, I was not as surprised by the gender change as the panicked face that the girl had made. The first thing I did was watching me to see if anything was out of place. I looked at my fly but It was perfectly closed. I looked at my shoes in case I had stepped on something. inconvenient. When I saw that everything was in order I asked him: - Is something wrong? - Well, I don't know if I'm right to tell you, but it seems to me very strange that Ms. Reeds interviews him. She hates men. Not them He doesn't even want to see, much less work. I would tell you that there was a mistake here, but, without However, I confirm that you are on the list. The Human Resources people has signed up for Ms. Reeds to interview him. I knew that my bad luck was going to accompany me. A very sweat cold began to run down my back. What was I being there? It would be better leave everything as it was and return to my house. I didn't finish putting those together thoughts when a door opened behind the employee and a woman of middle age came out impetuously: - Do I have an interview? - ..... Yes, Mrs Reeds...... sir.... but there must be a mistake..... - The Lord! They don't know that I have no interest in interview men! Please...! With a small voice I intervened in the conversation: - Excuse me, Madam, but it must have been a mistake, no. I would like to take more time and... I didn't finish because she looked at me almost with contempt, she made me She made a sign for me to follow her and headed back to her office. It The first thing I managed to do was look at the receptionist and I guessed from her expression that it was better that he follow her and not contradict her. Well not after all I had nothing more to lose... When I entered she was already sitting at her desk. The The office was huge and looked very cold. I think because of the shape If it belonged to its owner, the atmosphere she wanted to impose was appropriate. Without even inviting me to sit down, he began his speech, but not before calling the receptionist on the intercom to order him, in a rather bad way, that no calls go through: - As you may have noticed, it is not my intention to cover the put with a man. The people in Human Resources are very clear about it, but I imagine that in order not to have discrimination problems they have given me this interview with you. Since I don't want to hinder their tasks and since I don't have nothing urgent to do, I will take a few minutes to complete this procedure. Sit down. If my clumsiness was a characteristic of my personality, Approaching the chair with the nervous state I was in was a task. quite difficult. I tripped over the leg of the chair and as I sat down part of my The bag got caught in the peaked backrest. It really seemed not give importance to the matter. Not out of courtesy, but out of total indifference. He continued: - The position for which you aspire must fall to a person of my complete confidence, since he will be my right hand. Furthermore, it must not have no spirit of climbing positions since I am the last link in the chain and I will not allow anyone to surpass me hierarchically. but before To continue with labor details, I will try to give you an explanation of the because of my phobia of men: I HATE MEN. Without exception. At work and personally. I have had terrible experiences with them and I have no no interest in repeating them. I really wanted to get out of there. I cursed the hour of having I agreed to go in there so they could give me a feminism class. Without knowing that do with my hands, I took out my pocket watch and began to swing it from one side to the other taking it from the chain. - Don't think I'm a lesbian either, so don't leave here. with stupid ideas in his head. I'm just doing my job and I have a very good idea. Clara: I don't want men who worry about me, nor do I want men who are around me trying to take away the much I've achieved by doing hard my work. My mind was on autopilot, barely giving it a try. importance to his words. Nor had I realized that the clock, which was from one side to the other, due to the impulse that my hand gave to the chain, there was completely captured your attention. Her eyes were fixed on him and her gaze She seemed lost in the void. However, she continued with her feminist speech: - Now, I'll be honest: There is no chance that I will become my personal assistant. I would never trust you enough so that you are occupying a position in which you will control everything that happens in me life. There I realized that I couldn't do any more. Would I have to get up and leave without saying a word? Without asking for more explanations? Could it be that I cannot have even the slightest chance just because I am man? And she continued: - Men are all mentally weak. They think with his balls instead of his brain. Do you know what the last person did? Did you have a date with me? All I wanted was to put his dirty piece on me mouth: "This is the only thing women are made for," he said. What a size, ehhhhh, arrogance. To think, ehhhh, that a woman is only good, ehhhh, for that. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize He notices that he was beginning to hesitate when speaking. Nor that his eyes were fixed on the clock that swung from one side to the other. - So, mmmmm, you see, ehhhhhh. There are no reasons, mmmmm, so that you are...... here. The difficulty I had in articulating a sentence took me out of my thoughts There I saw his eyes, fixed on the clock. He had stopped talking and He only had his eyes half closed. She seemed asleep. My God, what bad luck! First I get a job interview with a shitty woman who only knows how to hate men, and now I'm falling asleep from boredom in the middle of the interview. What a lack of respect! All the years of humiliations came back to me at that moment. Years of frustrations were seen reflected in that parody of an interview. I dared to protest: - I can't believe it. I can't believe you have asleep in the middle of the talk. First he trashes me as if I were his slave and then falls asleep in the middle of the conversation. I think I deserve one sorry. That is! You would have to apologize for the way you treated me. treaty. "Yes, I must apologize for the way I treated you," he said. with a monotonous tone in his voice that caught my attention. It wasn't what he said that caught my attention but the way he He said it. That and the way he watched the clock without moving his eyes, without blink, they convinced me that I was not asleep. I was mesmerized! I couldn't believe it. He became mesmerized as he looked at the clock. It couldn't be. I had to try it: - You are looking at my beautiful watch, aren't you? - Yessssss - And you love looking at it, it makes you feel so good, doesn't it? - Yessssss - Your eyes accompany him, from one side to the other, from one side to other ...... Remembering the words that the hypnotists of the TV. I told him: - Your mind relaxes more and more with each movement of the clock. You feel better and better. Your mind and body relax, every time more deeply. You can't look away. You can't and you don't want to. My words begin to invade your mind and your eyes will close while your Worries will dissolve and nothing will distract you, absolutely nothing. His eyes slowly closed. Yes, there was made! I had hypnotized a beautiful vice president and had her under my control. control. My cock jumped a little in my pants as I began to see it with other eyes. Before she was a hateful vice president. Now I saw a beautiful woman, tall and thin. Firm and beautiful breasts and figure almost perfect. It was obvious that he cultivated his body. Ahhh, how I would like possess it...! No! I couldn't do it. She's not really hypnotized. Surely this is some kind of joke. I should prove that she is not really hypnotized. - Very good my dear. Now I want you to imagine that your hands are tied to large helium balloons. And these unfailingly They go upwards, bringing your hands above your head. They go up, they go up and they drag your hands.... I was impressed to see how his hands went up above his head. - It doesn't matter how much force you do, but you can't lower your hands. I noticed the strength he had to be able to lower his hands to his original position. But he couldn't do it. These were still high. Slowly I I stood up, put away my watch, and walked around the left side of his desk. I grabbed his wrist and started to apply a little downward force. His hand was still firmly on top, impossible to lower it. I started doing more strength.... and nothing. I sat back down in my chair. - The balloons have been cut and gone into the sky. Nothing binds your wrists anymore, so your hands can fall freely toward the sides. His hands fell in unison to both sides. As if with my voice would have cut imaginary ropes that tied his wrists. I was truly hypnotized, and deeply so. I had one totally hypnotized woman in front of me. And precisely THAT woman. my cock He reacted to my thoughts again. Until then, I didn't know that I had a fetish with hypnosis but the situation was really bothering me. exciting too much. Ohh, how the idea of ordering her to come excited me. towards me and..., but no! , it was impossible. Surely she would obey and would come to me to satisfy all my needs but at some point I was going to wake up and remember what happened. There she would go crazy and neither would I. I could imagine the trouble I would get into. But....how about Yeah....? - Mrs. Reeds. You will now open your eyes and when you do You will listen carefully to my voice. You will love the sound of my voice. will listen to it and will trust. - I hear your voice and I trust... - he said as he opened slowly the eyes. That sensually lost look really turned me on. - Good, correct. Listen to my voice and trust. you will obey absolutely everything, without question, because you blindly trust my voice. - I hear your voice and I obey.... - Good. You listen and trust. You listen and obey my voice. Because it is the voice of your MASTER. "I listen and obey my master's voice," he said, fixing his eyes. eyes on mine. A flash of understanding passed through his gaze, as if the last remaining resistance would have disappeared. It was completely mine... - Yes, I am totally sure that you will obey. But I want you to show me. Get up and come here, stand before me. He did it without hesitation. As I remained seated, he lowered his gaze so I can continue focusing my eyes, waiting for the next order. - Tell me, who do you obey? - I listen and obey my master's voice. - Well, then dance for me a sexy and seductive dance, getting naked while you do it. I want you to do the best striptease for me, to please me. "I listen and I obey," he said as his hips began to move. to oscillate. His body began to wiggle from side to side as his hands They caressed her entire body with very seductive movements. Oh, God, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It couldn't be real. I pinched myself to confirm that it wasn't a dream. The pain of the pinch It was the only unpleasant thing that happened to me. Everything else was perfect. A showy woman dancing for me while her hands unbuttoned her blouse white silk First he lowered one of his shoulders, while he moved with all his might. sensuality. Then he did the same with the other. Once he had arms freed, he let it fall to the floor. My eyes were filled with lust when I saw those terrible breasts fighting against the resistance offered by her black silk bra. - Feel your own excitement as you dance. feel how it grows and grows as you obey your master's voice. I realized what he was saying when I felt my cock wanted to pierce my pants. She moaned and her hands began to down towards his pants, sliding them below his hips, until letting them fall to the floor with the rest of the clothes, once he got rid of them the same ones. She continued dancing, covered only in her black silk bra. and her panties. She climbed onto my lap while shaking her breasts in front of me. face. His hands went to his back and he ignored the brooch that I was holding her bra. Quickly, he brought his hands forward to hold the cups of the same on her breasts, in a pose worthy of the dancer of more experienced cabaret as she danced and contoured with more pleasure, passing his tongue over his lips. Standing again in front of me, he dropped the bra exposing her adorable breasts. Next, and surely remembering some scene from movie, she turned and arched forward, legs spread, looking at me between them, with one hand holding her thigh and the other caressing the back of it. I continued to stare, as if the hypnotized one was me, as she slowly reached with her hand to the elastic of her panties and with one pull, quick and synchronized with the dance, she her panties fall to the floor. He turned around again, facing me again, and She continued her dance, now completely naked, gloriously naked. - You love getting naked for me, don't you? - Oh yes! I love to obey my master's orders. That What do you want me to do for you now, Master? "Kneel down and open my pants," I said almost without thinking. And she did it. He knelt down and stood between my legs, forcing me to open them so he could have quick access to my crotch. He released the buttons and unzipped his pants. He took off my shoes being able to take off my pants. Once he got rid of them, the turn of my boxers. With total submission and delicacy he began to take them with hands, almost caressing them, and in the same way that he had done with my pants, he got rid of them. At that moment, his attention was focused on my fully erect cock. I don't have it very big, at least that's what I thought until then since I had never taken the trouble to measure it or compare it with others. But obviously she thought it was spectacular because of the expression on his face. A look of adoration took over his face. With a She held it tightly with her hand while she caressed my balls with the other. I had never felt so much ecstasy. Without saying a word, she took her towards her lips and began to kiss and lick her. So in one move very synchronized, he introduced it into his mouth, moaning as he sucked it. I couldn't believe the current of pleasure that invaded my body. He looked down and saw the vice sales manager, naked and knees, with his head buried in my skirts. Her lips worshiping my penis as his eyes locked onto mine with pure love and adoration. Fifteen minutes before she was a woman from Manhattan distilling her feminist propaganda and anti-men, proclaiming to the four winds that he would never kneel before a man And here it was. Kneeling before me, sucking my cock with total devotion, not because he liked to suck cocks, but because he was sucking MY cock, her master's cock, with every fiber of her being. She had found her mission in life. And I mine. I'm not going to bore you with the details of how the day went. Besides, I don't think it's necessary to tell you. The interview that began at 2 the afternoon, continued the rest of the same and until late into the night. About the end of the same, Mrs. Reeds felt that my talents could be useful to the company, no longer as his personal assistant, but as his own boss. Now I am the vice president of sales and she is MY personal assistant. And believe me I have done a good job with it. Even the rest of the staff has given They notice their change of attitude and each one of them thanks me and congratulates him for having "tamed" Mrs. Reeds. They say she is much more productive now, that she lives focused on pleasing me, than when she He dedicated himself to hating men. Obviously they don't know how I did it, but they clap my back every time they see me. And Mrs. Reeds has never been happier. Precisely, in This moment is under my desk helping me relax from the tensions of the day. My God, she's really good at that! Little does he know that this Tonight we will have dinner together at that elegant restaurant in the city center. AND If everything goes well, and I'm sure it will, she will no longer be Miss Reeds and will be Mrs. McGyver. The perfect wife whose only wish and longing will please her husband. Oh, how great my life is! END