Rebecca, Do My Bidding

Rebecca, Do My Bidding

Working for a software corporation has its perks. One of which is you are set up with the finest in computer hardware that there is. This is to ensure that the quality of product you produce is really on the top shelf. But it also means, for the industrious, that materials for personal use can also be made.

This whole ordeal began when my sister approached me about some way to lose some weight. After her failed marriage and subsequent divorce, she managed to put on a few extra pounds. Ok, so I lied, she didn’t put on a few extra pounds, she broadened her horizons in all directions. I mean I love my sister to death. But 214 pounds on a 5ft 3inch woman is simply too much. She didn’t just remind you of the Pillsbury dough boy, but rather the culmination of him and the Micheline tire guy rolled into one. She wasn’t just big; she was severely unhealthy kind of big. And seeing as how she is my only sister I could not just turn my head and do nothing.

I began doing some research on hypnotism and subliminal messaging while programming a simple graphics clip. The clip itself was nothing more than a few black and white striped overlapping spirals turning in opposite directions of each other. In the center of the spirals, written in very small letters, two short messages read, “I will listen to Dave” and “I will do what he tells me to do.” These would flash on the screen for 1/10th of a second each at regular intervals. The idea was to combine this with a simple audio track to hypnotize my sister so as to convince her to change her eating habits. It seemed like the best way to approach the situation and get some real results for her. Besides, when she is thin, my sister is a real knock out. And it really is a shame to see her overweight like she is now.

I was working on typing out the audio portion of the program one morning when Rebecca stopped into my office. Rebecca is an electrical engineer and works on the next floor down from my office. Aside from being a bit of a busy body, she is a genuinely elegant woman. At 58, the same age as my sister, it is hard to see how she lived past her twenties without being fucked to death. At 5ft 5 and maybe 115 pounds, her large D sized breasts almost make her look top heavy over her slender waist and long slender legs. I have only ever reacted to her in a professional manner in the office, always being careful to never hint at the fact that I would love nothing more than to grab her legs and make a wish while aiming for her crotch with my dick. So today would be no different as she came in and sat down with her cup of coffee.

“Good morning Dave,” she said cheerfully as she sat in my extra office chair and crossed her legs. “What are you working on so early in the morning?” she queried before she took a sip of her steaming hot coffee.

“Good morning Becca,” I replied as I clicked on the icon I made to open the spiral program. “It’s just a little side show I am working on in my spare time.” I was a little hesitant to tell her that it was for my sister and something completely personal since it really would fall into the category of misallocation of company resources.

“Really?” she said as she uncrossed her legs and scooted forward in her chair. “What is it?”

Without thinking I clicked on the icon to start the spirals turning and stood up. “Take a look,” I said as I stepped out from behind my desk, offering her my chair for a better look at my work. “I’m going to go and grab a cup of coffee. I’ll be right back.” Having said this I picked up my coffee cup and headed for the coffee maker in the break area. When I returned to my office 5 minutes later, Rebecca was still sitting in my chair with her eyes glued to my computer screen. As I stepped in and walked around to the side of my desk she did not move. “So,” I asked as I set my cup down on my utility table, “what do you think?” Again, Rebecca sat motionless with her eyes glued to the spinning spirals.

It was right then that it hit me. I had already programmed the messages to appear in the spirals. Had I just inadvertently hypnotized Rebecca? There was only one way to find out, and that was to conduct a little test.

“Rebecca,” I said in a very calm voice, “I want you to get up and close my office door.”

Without the slightest bit of hesitation Rebecca scooted back in my chair, stood up, and quietly walked over and closed my office door. With the task complete she just stood there facing the closed door with her back to me and my desk.