AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Training My Mind-Controlled Daughter At Work #3

SUBTITLE: A NONCON, Mind Control/Hypnosis, DAD/Daughter Erotica Short Story.

Copyright © 2025 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 8200 words

MINDWARP HYPNOSIS SERIES #3

“I can’t believe it,” Jess says with a sniffle, resting her head against my chest. “I needed that job. Why would Hayley do that to me?”

Another shudder fills her body, and she sobs against me, tears streaking down her face. I stroke her brunette curls, feeling a tiny flicker of guilt as I run my fingers through her soft, luscious hair. Jess has been crying nonstop for the past twenty minutes or so. The last thing I should be thinking about right now is her soft, curvy body pressed against mine or how good it feels to touch her.

“I’m sorry, honey,” I say, wrapping my arms tighter around my daughter. Her body presses even harder against mine, and my cock twitches in excitement, tucked between my legs.

I glance over her head at my wife, Amy, seated on the living room couch next to us, with a sympathetic look on her face. We were both watching some TV when Jess burst in with tears in her eyes and threw herself onto my lap. Good thing I’m not on my feet. The last thing I want to do is have to explain a bold tent in my pants while my daughter cries in front of me.

“Why would she do that?” Jess continues, choking with each word that leaves her mouth. “I loved working at the TSA. I thought Hayley and I were more than just colleagues. I thought we were friends.”

I pat her back, rubbing her through her blouse. “I know, Jess. You were always fond of her. You were even thinking about bringing her over sometime for dinner.”

“Exactly!” She sniffles again, and I’m pretty sure the front of my shirt is covered in her tears, but I’m more concerned about my cock still hardening between my thighs. “I thought we were cool, and then she...she planted evidence on me. Claimed I’d been drinking at work. I don’t even like drinking, Dad!”

“I know,” I tell her, fighting back a grimace. “It’s like you said: she knew you were going to get promoted soon, and she wanted it all for herself. She wasn’t your friend, Jess.”

Jess sobs even harder into my chest. To my left, Amy scoots over, patting our daughter’s back.

“Look, hon,” she says, “don’t beat yourself up about this. I hope you know you’re not the problem here-Jess is. You were amazing at the TSA. That’s why you were going to get the promotion. People like Hayley prefer not to work hard for what they want and are willing to toss other people under the bus to get it.”

“Yeah,” I add. “Eventually, she’ll pay for what she’s done. It won’t be long before everyone finds out just why she doesn’t deserve that promotion. And...well, maybe losing your job isn’t such a terrible thing.”

Jess lifts her head from her chest, blinking through her tears at me. Her eyes are red, tears streaking down her face; her lips part slightly, and it’s hard not to imagine my cock sliding between them.

“What do you mean, Dad?”

“Sometimes losing the things we want just prepares us for even greater opportunities,” I explain. “If I didn’t lose the job I had a decade ago at that factory, I wouldn’t be where I am now. And right now, I own a small glass manufacturing company with branches spread across the state.”

She sits up in my lap, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Her ass grinds against my thigh as she does, and my cock almost springs up from between my legs. With another sniffle, she says, “Thanks, Dad. I’m really happy you and Mom are here for me.”

She slides off my lap, sitting between me and Amy. I shoot her a warm smile, but I can already feel my mind wandering, filling up with ideas. I rub my fingers together, resisting the urge to click them. I’m not about to put our daughter into a hypnotic state with her mother present.

It’s been months since I stumbled across the hypnosis course on the Dark Web. MindWarp, it was called. According to the course, I could hypnotize anyone into complete submission and obedience. Honestly, as soon as I read those words, I was sold. I signed up for the course, and over the past couple of months, I’ve been practicing everything I learned on Jess.

So far, it’s been nothing too serious. Now and then, I snap my fingers and try to get her to stop whatever she’s doing and perform some other task for me. It took some time, pushing the boundaries, seeing just how far Jess would go to carry out my bidding, but I finally got her to become fully submissive. And now there’s nothing I ask her to do that she won’t.

It’s thrilling to have this kind of power at my fingertips-literally. But I haven’t gotten her to do what I’ve really been looking forward to. Not yet. Sure, a couple of weeks ago, I commanded her to kiss me on the lips, and just a few days ago, I made her lift her blouse and massage her breasts for two minutes while Amy was away at the grocery store. And a couple of times, I got her on her knees with my cock in her mouth.

God, Amy and I really outdid ourselves having Jess. Our daughter is a total knockout, with fuck-me eyes and lips any guy would want wrapped around his cock. Between her tits and round, soft ass, I’m not sure where I want to put my cock first. Just thinking about those perky tits and rosy nipples knocks another inch into my erection, and I shift slightly on the couch, trying to keep it hidden.

I want more. The hypnosis works perfectly, but I haven’t been able to get all that I want out of it. Not when Jess has been so busy and unavailable working at the TSA. For fuck’s sake, it’s been nearly two whole weeks since I got her to gag on my cock and milk me dry. I don’t just want to fuck her throat; I want her to spread those sexy long legs for me so I can bury my cock deep in her pussy.

Oh, fuck. My cock aches at the thought.

This is the chance I’ve been waiting for. With Jess losing her job, I’ll get to spend more time with her at home and get what I want.

Hell, it doesn’t even have to be in the house.

Next to me, Jess is still sniffling.

“I just don’t know what I’m going to do now,” she says.

“It’ll be alright, honey,” Amy assures her. “I’m sure something better will turn up.”

She places a hand on Jess’s thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I do the same, loving the feel of my daughter’s smooth, soft skin beneath my fingers.

“In the meantime,” I pipe up, “I’ve got something you might like. My head of security’s taking paternal leave. It just so happens. It’s such an interesting coincidence if you ask me. But maybe this is just what you need. Why don’t you come and work for me at headquarters for a while? I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

Amy’s eyes widen, and she grins at me. “David, that’s such a wonderful idea! It’s the perfect place for her to work. What do you think, Jess?”

Our daughter gazes from her mother to me, uncertainty written boldly across her face even before she responds, “I’m not sure, Dad. I don’t want people to think I got a new job just...handed down to me. That’s nepotism. I worked for my job at the TSA. I need to work for another job, or else I’m just like Hayley.”

“That’s nonsense,” I tell her with a dismissive wave of my hand. “It’s not the same thing, not at all. Hayley stole a promotion from you and got you fired. I’m offering you a job because I know you’re fit for the role, not merely because you’re my daughter.”

And also because I want you close to me at all times so I can bend you over my desk.

“Well...”

“Think about it,” I press further. “It’ll only be for a couple of months while you look for something else. Besides, you’ll need a reference that isn’t tainted. I’m sure my head of security can be your reference when he returns from paternity leave.”

Amy gives Jess’s thigh another squeeze, and I have to resist the urge to do the same again. “Your father’s right, sweetie. This could be just what you need to get back on your feet. In a matter of months, you could be working elsewhere.”

A smile starts to form at the corners of our daughter’s mouth. “I guess it could help me find a new job. I...I’ll give it some thought.”

“You definitely should,” Amy tells her. “You’ll be able to work closer to home. Not to mention, you’ll finally get the time to think through your options.”

Jess still looks unsure about the idea. Frustration forms a knot in my gut. My cock needs her mouth, and more, and her hesitation is only delaying that. Just then, a thought creeps into my head: what if I could implant a suggestion into her mind, persuade her to come and work for me through hypnosis? Will it work in real life? I need her to be enthusiastic about the idea. I’m not sure if it’ll work, but there’s only one way to find out.

I’m still wondering whether I’ll get the chance to hypnotize her again when the doorbell rings, and we all nearly jump.

“I’ll get it,” Amy says. “It’s probably one of the neighbors.” She gets up and soon disappears from the living room. I hear her footsteps fade away as she nears the front door.

Excitement surges through me. If I don’t do it now, I’m not sure I’ll be able to do it again today.

“It’s okay, Jess,” I say to my daughter, pulling my phone from my pocket and searching through my music playlist. “You’re going to enjoy working for me.”

She shoots me a frown, wiping her eyes. “But I haven’t agreed to work for you yet.”

“You will.”

Before she can ask what that means, I put on a song. “This should cheer you up. It’s your favorite song.”

I picked the song as the melody to put her in a hypnotic state, and it works every time. She smiles at me as the song starts playing, but her eyes droop a little in a matter of seconds.

“MindWarp,” I say.

She turns her head to face me, completely under my control now. Her face is still tear-streaked, her eyes red from crying, but her expression is completely blank like she’s waiting for my command.

My cock throbs almost painfully in my pants, and I rub it, wishing I had more time so I could get her to put those lips of hers on me. It won’t be long before Amy gets back, and unless I can somehow hypnotize her into forgetting the last hour, I’d rather not have her walk in on me with my cock buried down our daughter’s throat.

“Kiss me,” I order. “Kiss me like I’m your boyfriend.”

My daughter’s lips curve into a slight smile, and she leans over to me, kissing me right on the mouth. Her lips are warm against mine, just as soft as I remember. I slide my tongue into her mouth, taking her hand and guiding it toward my cock. Her fingers stroke me through my pants, and I have to fight the urge to unzip my pants and let her curl her fingers around my shaft.

I nibble at her lower lip for a second before pulling away, and she lets out a tiny sigh of disappointment. I want more, but there’s no time. I need to implant the suggestion now.

“Once I click my fingers twice and tap your forehead, you will believe that working for me is the best idea ever. Is that clear?”

Jess nods. “Yes, Daddy.”

A shiver races through my body at those words. Just then, I hear the front door shut and footsteps approaching the living room. Quickly, I click my fingers twice in front of her eyes and tap her forehead, bringing her out of the trance. I then stop the music. Jess blinks, frowning slightly at me as I slip the phone back into my pocket.

My heart hammers in my chest. Did it work? Is the idea firmly implanted in her mind now?

Just then, Amy reappears in the living room, bearing a package and a smile on her face.

“That was Shirley,” she says, opening the package to reveal a set of muffins. “She told me she’s starting a bakery truck business and wants a test taste. Why don’t we all dig in?”

She brings the package closer, and the delicious aroma fills my nostrils. Jess takes a muffin before I can reach for one, her eyes glinting with excitement.

“This is really good!” she says as she chews and swallows. “Also, I gave it some thought, and I think working for Dad is the best idea ever.”

It worked! I can barely contain my excitement, but I reach for a muffin as calmly as I can, smiling at my daughter.

Amy looks a little surprised at her words. “You do? For a moment there, I didn’t think you were interested-you know, with it coming across as nepotistic and all that.”

Jess merely shrugs and takes another bite. “Well, I’ve seen the light. I want to work for Dad.” She turns to face me, beaming. “When can I start?”

My grin widens. I pull her into a hug, almost kissing her on the lips in all my excitement. My lips brush her cheek as I reply, “You can start on Monday.”

***

“Oh, Jess. I can’t wait to shove my cock in that sweet pussy of yours.”

With an impatient groan, I lean back in my chair, stroking my erection through my pants, and close my eyes for a moment, picturing my daughter standing completely naked and submissive to me, awaiting my next command. My cock twitches against my hand, ready to explode.

It’ll only be a few moments longer, and I’ll finally get what I want. But the seconds seem to be trickling by agonizingly slowly. With another groan, I open my eyes, and my office comes into view, empty and silent except for the furniture, papers, and the gentle ticking of the clock on the wall. My gaze instantly lands on it. It’s still 11:34 A.M.

Great. Lunch isn’t for another twenty-six minutes. It feels like an eternity away.

Relax, David, I tell myself, sighing as I stroke my cock some more under the desk. You’ll get what you want. You already made it this far, didn’t you?

The thought brings a smile to my lips. Sure, I did. Jess's job loss was completely out of my control, but it was an opportunity, and I seized it. I hypnotized her into wanting to come and work for me. So far, the hypnosis course I took is paying off like a prize bull. I wonder if I could hypnotize myself into being more patient.

But I’ve been patient enough, haven’t I? I clench my jaw, glancing around the office. It’s been a long weekend since I got my daughter to agree to come and work for me. I’ve been hatching a plan ever since, trying to figure out the best time to use Jess the way I’ve wanted to for so long, trying to rein in my frustration.