Hypnotized
and Humiliated
By Karen
Singer
Chapter 7
Part 1 of 2
Phillip laid on his back and stared
at the ceiling. His stupid dolly was
lying right next to him. He had hated
breaking up with his girlfriend.
Absolutely hated it! That little
phone conversation hadn’t gone well at all!
To say that Sandy had been angry was more than an understatement. And in the end, he had been forced to be a
bit more brutal about it than he wanted, and then had simply hung up the
phone. But what choice did he have? Mistress Vivian had ordered him to break up
with her… plus, there was no way he ever wanted Sandy to see him walking around
carrying a stupid dolly! Now he felt not
only angry at his entire recent life… he felt… lost. Feeling totally depressed, he finally fell
asleep.
Marian stared at her TV set, but
she hadn’t paid the least bit of attention to it since she had turned it on –
hours ago. She was still trying to
figure out what to do about Vivian… and Phillip as well. She felt very responsible for his situation
which she knew had to be worse than her own.
She finally forced herself to go to bed, far later than she usually
did. Maybe tomorrow she could think of
something better.
Vivian had been shopping. There were now three bags of clothes she had
bought sitting on her bedroom floor. She
had bought the clothes just because she was hoping that buying them would make
her feel better about her eviction problem.
But her usual solution to everything that bothered her wasn’t working
this time. Evicted! All because whoever had bought the apartments
wanted to tear them down.
Where was she going to live? As she climbed into bed, flashes of Phillip’s
apartment ran through her head. Phillip
had a much bigger apartment than she did.
Much nicer too. Maybe she could
move in with him for a while. Of course,
it was only a one bedroom place. She
thought about her relationship with him again… and her thinking stopped right
there! Because of her current
relationship with Phillip, a one bedroom apartment shouldn’t matter in the
least since she could basically order him to do anything at all. And not only that, but the best part would be
that as long as she lived there, she wouldn’t have to pay any rent! Why should she if Phillip was already
handling that? It was the perfect
solution! In fact, if she moved into his
place as early as next week, then she wouldn’t have to pay her rent on her
current apartment for next month either.
She would have more money to shop with!
Feeling much happier about everything,
Vivian happily closed her eyes and went to sleep… dreaming about shopping!
Early Monday morning, Marian faced
her closet. Vivian had told her to wear
her highest heels to work today.
Ugh! Why? Getting down on her hands and knees, she
crawled to the back corner of her closet and compared the shoes there. It was no contest. Her highest pair of heels were a pair of
plain black pumps that she kept for special occasions when she needed to dress
up a bit… which didn’t happen very often.
She pulled them out and slipped her feet into them.
She wasn’t looking forward to today
at all! The one single reason she wasn’t
looking forward to it was Vivian. All
weekend she had been stressed over Vivian… even though not having to deal with
her for several days had been somewhat pleasant. It would have been much more pleasant if she
could have found a way to not think about her at all. But that had proved to be impossible. With a sigh, she grabbed her bag and headed
off to work.
Phillip stared at the dolly in his
hands. He was really starting to hate
the thing – especially the eternal smile on its face. How could even the dolly feel happy with the
life he was living now? All weekend long
had been a nightmare! The only bright
spot was that he discovered that if he put the stupid thing into his old
backpack, it left his arms totally free and he could go anywhere and nobody
knew about the doll. And there were
enough people carrying around backpacks all the time that nobody would even
think twice about it. He was rather
proud of himself for figuring that out.
The clock was ticking down to his
normal time to leave for work. The time
that would get him to work earlier than everyone else… except usually
Marian. Basically, he left early every
day because he hated to be late, and he never knew what might happen to delay
him along the way. And as far as he was
concerned, he saw no problem with being early.
Except that today he wasn’t all that eager to go to work. He considered delaying leaving for a few more
minutes because of Dolly, but with her tucked safely away in his backpack, he
was no longer worried about anyone seeing her.
With a deep breath for courage, and more than a passing worried thought
about Mistress Vivian, he stuffed Dolly into his backpack and headed for his
door… and was stopped by his cell phone ringing. He quickly answered it. “Hello?”
“Phillip!” Vivian’s voice came
through to him… causing his anxiety level to go way up. Vivian paused, waiting for him to say
something. When he didn’t, she said,
“Well, aren’t you going to greet me and at least say good morning to me?”
“Good morning, Mistress Vivian,”
Phillip replied with more than a bit of fright in his voice. Vivian was the last person he wanted to talk
to.
“Much better!” Vivian declared. “Don’t be so rude again!”
“No, Mistress Vivian,” he replied.
“Did you cancel things with your
ex-girlfriend?” she asked.
That was one thing that Phillip was
still very upset over. “Yes,” he replied
with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
“Good!” Vivian replied. “You don’t need her anymore anyway. Now listen to me because this is very
important. Don’t call me Mistress when
we’re at work. Everywhere else, I better
always hear that out of you, but not at work!
Now the next thing… whenever we’re at work, I’m going to be passing my
orders for you through Marian. So you
had better do whatever she tells you to do because it will really be coming
from me! And I’m not giving her any
choice in the matter with this at all, just like I’m not giving you any choice
either. You can think of it as more
reason to blame her for your situation… which you know she’s ultimately
responsible for anyway. So you do what
she says from now on… because it’s really coming from me! Got that?”
This time Phillip replied with more
than a bit of annoyance in his voice, “Yes, Mistress Vivian.”
“I’m pretty sure the old cow
doesn’t want to make you do anything at all, so she’s going to be all that much
more upset each time I tell her to make you do something.”
Phillip didn’t say it, but his one
main thought was that he wasn’t worried about how upset Marian would be, he was
concerned with how upset he was going to be.
Who cared about him?
“Now, the next thing,” Vivian said.
Phillip cringed. He didn’t want to hear anymore.
“From now on, you had better plan
on getting to work a lot earlier and plan on going home later too. That’s because I’m going to be passing all my
work off to you and Marian both. No
sense in you two not doing anything since you usually get to work early
anyway. Besides you both won’t exactly
be taking any more breaks in the day either.
You can go to the bathroom whenever you want or get yourself a cup of
coffee whenever you want, but you’ll have to carry it back to your desk to
drink it. You’re going to have way too
much work to handle from now on to even think about taking any kind of a long
break! You can also go out for your
lunch break too, but I have a feeling that more often than not, you’ll prefer
staying at your desk for lunch.”
Phillip’s eyes nearly bulged out of
his head. He had more than enough work
to handle now as it was. Since the
department was so understaffed, they were all scurrying to get everything done!
“Now if you haven’t left for work
yet, hurry up and get there. I’ll talk to
you more this evening. And remember, you
do whatever Marian tells you to do from now on… as if she’s the one who’s
really making you do it!”
Vivian hung up her phone. She could have told him about her moving in
with him next weekend, but she decided to save that for tonight.
“Good morning, Phillip,” Marian
said as she watched the first of her workers come into the room. All she got for her effort though was a bit
of a scowl out of him. She was happy
that she didn’t see the doll this time, and he wasn’t sucking his thumb
either. But the moment he took the doll
out of his backpack, all her hopes for him faded. “Still stuck with it?” she asked.
“As if you care,” Phillip mumbled
as he turned back to his desk and booted up his computer.
“I do care!” Marian replied. “I hate this as much as you do!”
“Yeah right!” Phillip mocked. “Like there’s any way at all that you can
hate this as much as I do. You’ve got it
easy compared to me. And now you’re
going to be giving me orders too? Like
you could possibly care all that much!”
“Give you orders? What are you talking about?” But she got no reply to her question.
The first thing Vivian did when she
got to work was to distribute the few returned work emails that were in her
inbox between Phillip and Marian. Most
of her work load was usually passed on to her from Marian who monitored a
special work queue for their department.
But very often everyone in the department would complete their projects
and send the results off, only to have the email returned again a few days
later for something else. Vivian had
several such emails in her box that morning that she was more than happy to
pass along to both Marian and Phillip to handle for her. And of course, just because she was being so
nice, she also sent them each a very drippy sweet email expressing her profound
gratitude to them for offering to do it all for her… and to remind them that
they would probably have to come in extra early from now on, work through all
their breaks and probably their lunch as well, and also work late at night to
get it all done. And of course she knew
that they were so grateful to her for giving them the extra work, that they
weren’t going to be concerned with anything so trivial as overtime pay. Ha!
Then with a giggle, she started studying the latest sale ads that had
come in during the weekend.
Marian felt like dying. Trying to handle all of Vivian’s work along
with her own left her completely discouraged and demoralized. The very thought of that much work simply
left her crushed… especially when she could easily see that Vivian was doing
nothing but searching the web… goofing off!
Shortly before break time, she got
up and went to the break room to make the coffee. The task was no longer a much needed break
from her work. The simple task away from
her desk had become drudgery – already.
The moment Vivian noticed Marian
walking past her to make the coffee, she automatically checked out everything
that Marian was wearing – including her shoes.
Most of her outfit was nothing but dull stuff that she had seen before,
but the shoes she was wearing today made her angry. She started typing an email to Marian right
away. She didn’t send it though until
she saw Marian coming back from the break room and she had a chance to check
her shoes again. Then she sent it!
Marian wasn’t happy to see another
email from Vivian but her worry over the woman made her open it right
away. “Marian! I know I told you to
wear your HIGHEST heels to work today!
Did you forget?” Marian
finished reading the short email, and noticed Vivian looking angrily back at
her. She shook her head and tried to
mouth that the shoes she was wearing were her highest heels. But it was obvious that Marian wasn’t
understanding her. So she sent an email
with that information.
Vivian read Marian’s reply. Those were her highest heels? There was no way she could believe that. She had seen men wearing higher heels than
the ones Marian was wearing! She emailed
back that bit of information as her reply.
Marian was exasperated. She once again emailed and confirmed that
they really were the highest heels she owned.
And she asked what was wrong with them.
After she sent her reply to Vivian, she looked down at her shoes. They were really very nice. Dressy.
And the heels had to be at least an inch and a half high! She didn’t think she’d ever seen men wearing
shoes with a higher heel than that!
Instead of getting a reply from Vivian, she saw her looking back at her
angrily once again. Then Vivian turned
around and got up to go to break. Marian
was glad she was gone. Vivian was
nothing but irritating!
Shortly before the first break
period ended, Marian got up to make more coffee. The break room was full with five women in
it. The minute she got through the door,
the comments and questions started.
“Marian!” Felecia exclaimed. “I was afraid you were avoiding us,” she
joked.
“Um… I’ve got a lot of work to
handle,” Marian explained.
“Well, that’s what you get paid the
big bucks for,” Vivian noted dully.
Marian could have hit her!
“We saw that Phillip still has his
doll,” Heather said.
Marian just nodded as she emptied
what was left of the coffee in the carafe and started refilling it.
“Are you going to make him do
anything else?” Courtney asked hopefully.
“Um… I’m not sure,” Marian replied…
and noticed the slight scowl and tiny nod from Vivian as soon as she said
it. “Probably,” she added, for which she
got giggles out of several of the women.
“What are you going to do?” Lisa
asked.
“Um… I’m not sure yet,” Marian
replied.
“I’m disappointed that he’s not
sucking his thumb again,” Felicia added.
“That was my favorite. It made
him look so childish. And with that doll
in his arms too… he looked totally babyish!”
“Yeah!” Courtney agreed. “I loved seeing that. You should make him do it again!”
“Um…” Marian said as she searched
for a reply. “He’s got a lot of work to
do, and he can’t do it very well with his thumb in his mouth.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Courtney
said. “And I’ve noticed he’s been working
harder than usual today.”
“That’s because he doesn’t want to
have to get up and carry that stupid doll anywhere!” Felecia joked with a
smile.
“But you’ve got to think of
something for him… please…” Lisa begged.
Marian stared at her for a
moment. “I’ll try,” she replied. “But no promises.”
Marian had noticed that the only
person there who hadn’t been begging her to do something was Vivian. Other than that one comment she had tossed
out about what she got paid for, Vivian had stayed completely in the
background… which was definitely not normal for her!
She quickly finished putting the
coffee maker to work and headed back to her desk – to do more work
herself. The emails started again the
minute Vivian got back to her desk. “I can’t believe those are the highest heels
you own!” Vivian’s email stated. “I want to see your closet for myself!”
Agitated at her, Marian quickly
wrote back, “Knock yourself out! But I assure you that they are the highest
heels I own.”
“Tonight!” Vivian wrote back.
“Let Phillip work late. Tonight you’re taking me to your place as
soon as work is over. I want to see for
myself and I’m not giving you the opportunity to try to hide any other shoes
that you have!”
“Fine with me!” Marian wrote back.
Actually, she was somewhat happy that she wouldn’t be working late that
night. She did feel a pang of guilt for
Phillip still being stuck there though.
Vivian was still angry at
Marian. While those shoes she was
wearing had a heel, they weren’t at all what she would consider high heels at
all! Ridiculous! And she called herself a woman? The ugly cow!
She couldn’t dress herself if everything she needed to wear was already
laid out for her! Well, she would see
tonight! She would follow Marian
directly home from work tonight. Marian
wouldn’t have a chance to hide anything at all from her!
But now with that decision made,
she turned her thoughts to Phillip. The
break room was still full from the second group of women who had gone in. Actually, only three of them since Marian and
Phillip weren’t taking a break. She
waited until those three women left the break room… and Marian got up to go
clean it. The ugly cow! She really was more suited to being nothing
more than a cleaning woman!
While Marian was in the break room,
Vivian quickly dug into her purse. She
got up and walked back to Marian’s desk and acted as if she was searching for
something. While she was there, she
quickly opened Marian’s desk drawer and dropped something small in it. Then she went back to her own desk. She didn’t think any of the others had even
seen her get up. Marian certainly hadn’t
seen her… not that she cared.
As soon as she was back to her
desk, she began another email to Marian explaining exactly what she wanted her
to do! Now if Marian could just follow
directions… that would help a lot!
1 comment:
Hmm wonder what's next :)
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