“Hey, Sergio, the boss wants to see you.”

Sergio’s head snapped up from his computer as he stared blankly at his office mate who bore the bad news.  It was the six words he dreaded most hearing.  He’d only worked at Dominguez Import & Export for four months, but already he had faced the wrath of his boss on numerous occasions.  “What have I done this time?” he thought. 

Sergio was quiet and tried to not to call attention to himself in the office.  He had always been socially awkward, even at a young age. His mother constantly tried to put him into situations that forced him to mingle with his peers, but it only caused him to withdraw deeper within himself.  He was a talented computer programmer and he thought this job would be perfect and allow him as little contact with people as possible.  He had no interest in forming friendships with his co-workers and he was sure they all thought he was either a loner or a loser, quite possibly both.  Unfortunately, the person he had the most contact with was his boss.

His boss’ name was Ms. Maritza and the best way to describe her would be “ball-busting bitch.”  She ruled the office with an iron fist and no one was immune to her tirades.  Her husband was the CEO and therefore Ms. Maritza was untouchable.  She was the worst boss Sergio ever had.  She was demanding, impatient and rude.  She had zero tolerance for errors, even ones that were out of any reasonable person’s control.  She seemed to thrive on humiliating the staff, including Sergio from time to time.

Despite her awful demeanor, she was the most beautiful mature woman Sergio had ever seen.  She was gorgeous and exuded sensuality.  She had the most amazing hourglass figure: huge melon shaped breasts, skinny waist, and big round ass.  Although she often wore conservative clothes, she could not hide that hot body.  Sergio was conflicted whenever he found himself admiring her beauty.  How could such a gorgeous creature be capable of such psychological torment?

“Hey, Sergio, did you hear me?  The boss.  Right now,” his office mate said, snapping his fingers as if he were a dog.

The walk to Ms. Maritza’s spacious office was long.  All eyes were on him as made his way slowly down towards her office.  He could see pity in some of their eyes, glee in others.  “Thank God it’s him and not me,” was the general expression on people’s faces.

Sergio nervously knocked on the door.

            “Come in,” a stern female voice from within commanded.

Sergio entered and stood at the front of Maritza’s desk.  She was writing on something.  He recognized it.  It was one of the weekly reports he was tasked with generating.  She seemed irritated as she circled items in red.  Sergio’s eyes drifted from his report to Maritza’s shiny blouse.  She had missed a button and it was revealing generous cleavage.  Her breasts were massive and rested on the desk like two big balloons.  Sergio wondered if in the right light he could see her dark nipples.

            “Hold on a sec.  I need to finish this…and then…file it with the other reports.”

Maritza finished, stood up, opened a file cabinet and placed the documents inside a folder.  Sergio admired her magnificent body.  She was wearing a pair of shiny pants that accentuated her ample ass.  The pants were tight fitting and showcased her sculpted thighs , calves and big round butt.

She pulled a report from another drawer and brought it back to the desk.  It was one of his.  The silence was killing him and he grew more and more nervous as he watched Maritza.  She seemed in pain.  She stopped reading and closed her eyes.  She then started to rub her temples.  It appeared she was suffering from a headache.

 “Oh, God, my report has given her a headache!” he thought. 

He braced himself for whatever venom she was about to spew.  She didn’t though. She just kept rubbing her temples.  Sergio finally broke the silence when she grimaced in pain.

            “Are you ok, Ms. Maritza?” he whispered.

            “It’s just a headache…but oh, it’s strong!”

            “Can I do anything for you?” he asked politely.

            “No, thanks. I just need to take some pills my doctor prescribed.  It is strong medicine and my stomach gets irritated,” she responded, then went silent as if she realized, “what the hell can you do for me?”

            “Maybe your headache is caused by all the stress of work?”

            Maritza glared at him.

            “Stress?  What the hell do you know about stress? I didn’t know we had a doctor on staff,” she said mocking him.

            “Well, I just know…”

            “You know what?” she demanded.

“I know a little about stress related headaches.  I used to get them all the time, but I learned about a type of therapy and performed some exercises…”

“Are you for real?” she asked incredulously, her patience obviously wearing thin.

Sergio realized that although she was being rude, it was the pain from the headache that was causing her to lash out.  He also knew that she was a woman of means and she could afford the most expensive medical service and specialist in town.  She had to be desperate.

Maritza gripped her head and winced.

            “Pain has the root in the mind according to the mood and behavior,” Sergio continued.

“Please leave out the psycho mumbo jumbo, what's ‘your’ cure?”

“Well, your nerves must be swollen due the stress caused by work-related pressure. You can make the nerves go back to normal only with appropriate breathing.”

“Oh, really? Appropriate breathing?  You must be kidding,” she said with a dismissive laugh.

“I’m telling the truth.  Please hear me out.  Please give me a chance to help you.”

Maritza was stunned.

“Why do you want to help me?”

Sergio shrugged his shoulders and said, “Because you’re in pain and, well, you deserve to not be in such pain.”

Maritza was quiet.  She stared at him.  She seemed to have underestimated him.  She was cautious though.

            “Let me try my therapy.  What do you have to lose?  Just the headache or you always have the option of an irritated stomach.”

Maritza pondered the situation, and then gave her consent.

“Ok, I’m going to need you to lie down.”  Sergio looked around the room and saw a beautiful leather couch. “There, please lie back on the couch. I’m going to be right back.  I have a CD at my desk that has special music for relaxation.  I listen to while I work and it helps me.”

When he came back, Maritza was lying on the couch.  Her eyes were closed.  She looked like sleeping beauty.  Sergio placed the CD in her stereo and adjusted the volume until it was perfect.

He walked over and knelt by the couch.  In a low, soothing voice he started to provide instruction:

            “Good.  Your eyes are closed.  Now relax.  Breathe deeply through your mouth.”       

            He watched has she opened her thick ruby red lips and took a breath.  Her full bosom swelled.

            “Ok, now exhale slowly.  Yes, that’s it.  Now breathe deeply again with your mouth.”

            He noticed her delicate tongue and her pearly white teeth.  Her skin was lustrous.  He had never had an opportunity to study her facial features this close.  She was gorgeous.

            “That’s it, keep breathing deep. Now imagine your muscles loosening up.  There is no tension.  You’re like a rag doll.  A beautiful rag doll,”  Sergio paused.  “Did I really just say that out loud?” he thought.  He noticed a slight smile cross Maritza’s face.  She had heard him, but did not bite his head off.

            “Ok, imagine you’re in a comfortable place.  A place that gives you peace.  A safe place where you feel uninhibited.  That’s it.  Keep breathing.  Deeper.  Deeper.”

Sergio was mesmerized by her massive melons rising and falling with her breath.  He turned away for a second and noticed a picture on Maritza’s desk of two boys at the beach.

            “Perhaps this place is the beach.  There’s a deep blue sky…white puffy clouds…and the ocean is gently rolling in.  You can feel a sea breeze on your bare skin.  There is nothing to fear. There is nothing to worry about.  There is no one there but you standing barefoot on the beach.  The sand is warm between your little toes.”

Sergio looked at her feet.  They were perfectly manicured.  Despite her conservative dress, she wore the sexiest high heels.

            “Keep breathing in that healthy sea breeze.  Let it pass through your throat.  Let it fill your lungs and cleanse your body.  Let it fill you with tranquility.  Let it give you peace.”

She continued her rhythmic breathing to the sounds of the distant ocean on the CD.

“Your body is relaxed.  It’s happy.  All parts are working as one.  Every inhalation gives you energy.  Every exhalation allows all harmful things to exit your body.”

Maritza was now in a complete state of relaxation. She had no evidence of pain on her face.  She just looked beautiful at rest.

Sergio was amazed.  He had never tried hypnosis before and it worked perfectly.  All that time spent reading on this subject of the human mind had finally paid off.  He remembered back to the day as a small boy witnessing a hypnotist at a carnival casting a spell on a beautiful and unsuspecting member of the audience.  From that moment on he became fixated on the power of suggestion.  Since that time he had tried in vain to fix himself, give himself more self-confidence, especially with the ladies.  He now realized what he couldn’t do for himself, he could do to others.

Maritza now looked like she was taking a nap.

            “Keep breathing,” he whispered.  “You feel your body getting heavy.  Don’t fight it.  Let it go.  When I count to three you will fall into a deep sleep…One…Two…Three….Sleep.”

Maritza’s head dropped to the side.  She was in a deep sleep.

It worked!  Sergio could not believe it.  Not much time passed before interesting thoughts started entering Sergio’s mind.

            “Now is the time to reprogram the mind, just like a computer,” he thought, remembering the words from his textbooks.

“You feel fine. You feel perfect. There is no pain but tranquility and peace. All your nerves work perfectly. No pain anymore.  All pain is gone.”

Sergio continued to say positive things in order to make Maritza feel good. His work was done or was it?  He thought of one thing before waking her up.  The thought had been in his mind when he first noticed Maritza lying on her back, her big round breasts proudly resting on her chest.

Besides hypnosis, Sergio was fascinated, almost obsessed with large breasted women.  He traced this interest back to his mother and sisters.  They were all well endowed and he often saw them in various states of undress.  He would spy on his sisters’ friends when they would sleep over, often masturbating as he watched them soap up their big tits in the shower.

"I would like to see these juicy tits,” he thought, “but it is too dangerous. I don't know what could happen if I touch her in that state.  She could wake up?  Or maybe not?”

Sergio weighed the options and his boner overruled his brain.  He started to unbutton her blouse.  After than, he lowered her silky bra and exposed her breasts.  They were magnificent to behold.  Each big breast crowned with large dark areolas.  They were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen.  He was shaking with excitement as he reached for his cell phone and took some pictures for his enjoyment later.  He could not believe his luck. Embolden by his power over her, he decided to press his luck and kiss her chocolate brown nipples.  He quickly, delicately, kissed each fleshy nub and then adjusted her bra back into position.  He buttoned her blouse.  It was time to end the session.

Now you feel perfect. There is no pain anymore.”

            He was about to end it, when a little lascivious voice inside him said, “wait, just one more thing.”  Sergio heard it and obeyed.

“You will be very nice to me,” he said. “You will be patient with me. You will treat me like a friend. You and I will be friends.”

Sergio was about to stop there, but the little lascivious voice egged him on.

“And.....you will dress sexy for me. You will feel the insatiable need to please me.”

He smiled as he looked at his sleeping beauty.

“When I count to three you will wake up.  One…Two…Three….Wake up now!”

Maritza opened her eyes slowly.  She seemed disoriented as she rubbed her eyes. Sergio was nervous and afraid that perhaps she remembered him kissing her wondrous breasts. Sergio was petrified, but tried to smile.

“How do you feel?” he asked, more afraid than interested in her response.

“I feel good.  Real good,” she said with a hint of surprise.  “I don’t have a headache.  What did you do?”

“It was breathing therapy, Ms. Maritza.  That’s all.  It was just an exercise in breathing, relaxation and meditation. It is incredible that with proper breathing we can achieve a lot of things, don't you think so?”

Sergio expected a rude response.

“I still don’t know how you did it.  But this is an amazing feeling.  You are the expert! I am sorry I was so rude. I didn't know you had such talent. It's that you are such introvert and I never would have imagined you possessed this talent. Thank you for helping me with my problem. You have to tell me what you do it and how you do it.”

“You're welcome, Ms. Maritza. And yes, I will explain the ‘technique’ but it is something that you cannot perform for yourself at first.  It’s something that I must help you with until you can master it.”

“Very well,” she said.  “Wow.  Look at the time. I have to get back to work.  It’s late.”

“Yes,” Sergio replied.  “I have a lot of work to do, too.”

Maritza paused.  She seemed to be thinking about something, perhaps remembering an intimate moment during the session.  Sergio got nervous.

“Sergio,” she said.  She never called anyone by their first name. Usually a lot of mean names, but not their given ones.  “Take the rest of the day off.  You earned it.”

Sergio thanked Maritza and left her office with a huge smile on his face.  His coworkers were bewildered when they heard her shout out, “have a great weekend, Sergio!”

            “Hey, Sergio, where are you going?” It’s not quitting time,” his office mate asked.

Sergio laughed and said, “The boss called me in to give me the rest of the day off for doing such a great job.”

As he was leaving, he thought, “Wow, I can’t believe I get paid to do what I just did!”