Message-ID: <7590eli$9801201636@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "ass.reposter" X-Good-Total-Length: yes Subject: RP: The Highway Hipnotist (Best stories from my archive) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: somogy1@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="HIGHWAY.TXT" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="HIGHWAY.TXT" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34C46987.5B6E@cms.khvm.hu> ============================================================================= Mindnumbing Archive Repost ============================================================================= The following is erotic in nature. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. If you are easily offended, please stop reading now. If you are offended by the government telling you what you can and cannot view on the Internet and other electronic media, protest! If you're an American, contact your Congress critters and let them know you vote and find the CDA offensive. Do it now, today. This posting would _NOT_ be possible under a fully-enforced CDA. Who do you trust to choose what is decent and indecent for you? Don't use the excuse that you don't know how to contact them: Go to Contacting the 104th Cogress maintained by Juan Cabanela. Phone, fax, address, it is all there. Contact them early and often. Let them know you are registered to vote (Getting the hint here? If you're not registered to vote --- get registered!) and question their vote to restrict your access to information on-line. Check out from the tension of the last few minutes, "when your voice reaches ninety I will slowly turn on my magnets. The magnets in the roof of the car are powerful ones. Your wrists are magnetized, and as you hear your voice approach one hundred the magnetic power will become greater and greater... you are completely unable to move your heavy, sleepy arms and wrists, completely unable to move them even the slightest bit by yourself, my magnetic force will pull up and up on your bracelets, up into the air towards the power. Relax and enjoy the feeling as I control your arms with magnetic power..." Hurrying over to the drivers seat, I took to the road again as I heard "ninetyyy twoooo... ninety threeee..." and, as if she were a marionette tied at the wrists, her dangling, limp arms now jiggled and jerked slightly and, fingers still drooping down, began lifting her arms up off her legs. In a moment they bumped lightly against the roof of the car. "Feels wonderful to be so completely controlled... you know you want much much more, Rose." There was another deep sigh to my right. "And now as I count from five to one, the magnets grow weaker, and your heavy arms... so heavy, so limp and soft... will be able to sink deeply down again. 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1, and you sink still deeper." I now played with her arms, raising and lowering them more rapidly for a few minutes. I could cause them to virtually fly upward and lock onto the roof with an audible thump! When released, they plopped down onto her lap so heavily that I stopped for fear that she would bruise herself! I ran through more deepening commands, testing her enslavement. I deafened her and screamed into her ear suddenly, without seeing the slightest response. The highway near us being clear of traffic for at least a mile, I told her how calm and peaceful she felt, watching a sexy, sleepy smile curl her lips upwards... I had been slowing enough to make it safe when I gave several very sharp tugs on the steering wheel and applied the brakes. Not really dangerous, but very startling to any passenger except... the deeply asleep! (continued) The Highway Hypnotist- Part 2 All this fun took up much of the remainder of that afternoon's driving. I worked over and over on her open, yielding mind, arranging several posthypnotic commands, strengthening the amnesia I wished to impose, and so on. Again and again I stressed my unbreakable, irresistible power over her body and mind, and she willingly repeated all the dogma with what looked like almost religious fervor! "Wake up now Rose," I finally said quietly. Her eyes opened. She was intently staring down the highway as she had been earlier, and she shook her head and rubbed her eyes. "Wow... have I... ahhh... did you...?" "I'm tired of driving now, and I want to see how you do. Feel good?" "Oh, jeez, I feel great!" she enthused, stretching as far as the auto would allow. Her breasts thrust upwards in my peripheral vision. "How good do you feel?" "Just like a turtle!" came the response, followed instantly by a giggle. "I meant, just like a turtle. I don't know why I said 'turtle' when I meant to say 'turtle.'" I did! We swapped positions again, this time I was so sure of my success that I relaxed into a heavy afternoon nap almost at once. I awoke with a start. The sunset was passing into evening's quick desert darkness. The car hummed along. I had become aware of a repetitive touch along my arm and left hand. I had been asleep so deeply that I forgot what was going on myself! "Whzzat? Anything?" I mumbled drowsily, and then I heard a low, crooning murmur from Rose. "No, I'm fine, everything's fine we have an hour to go, you get some rest, I'm driving fine, go on back to sleep now..." My right hand felt her fingers pressing warmly into my palm, and I remembered what I had hoped would occur. I snuggled around and feigned sleep. Momentarily things were still, then, over the road hum and engine noise, her low seductive crooning began anew. "...Mmm yes... yesssss..." came the low hiss, "the strong strong hands, mmm..." again my left hand was stroked and clasped. "Mmm, sooo strong alll over me, all over everywhere... ohhhyess so warm and strong and gentle the fingerssss..." and I heard a quick break in her voice and my forearm was now lifted and my arm laid across the top of her thighs! "I've dreammmed about your hands, Johnny," came the lowered voice, almost a ragged whisper as her fingers gently manipulated my own, brushing in and out of my palm, pressing the back of my hand down into her lap, where I could sense a deep heat throbbing gently. "Dreammed your hand and fingerrrs were on me, they were everywhere, I - I had no secrets, Johnny, my darling Johnny, your hands find out all my secretsss so smooth and - and dark and thick and stronnnggg... mmmhhhh feel sooo goood I didn't want to I shouldn't but I had to, I had to, I hadtohadtohadto..." Now her hand with more urgency was sliding my own upturned wrist back and forth along her upper thigh, now and again lifting it up and clasping it against her midriff. My hand sank into the soft flesh of her belly beneath its shirt (as my cock renewed a more urgent throbbing just inches away), and was pulled up against the heavy weight of her soft, soft bosoms! Would she cross the line to overt sexuality in this "waking" state? My orders had been just to let herself daydream aloud, without thinking at all about what she was doing or saying, while her waking mind concentrated on driving skills and mental alertness. "I-I hope you never find out how I need you, Johnny..." came the low murmur once more, "need those hands so much, so strong, ooo stroke me now, sofffftly, sofffftly so you don't wake up darling..." I had been concerned about things going too far, and it seemed as if I'd have to try and defuse her, but just then my hand was replaced tenderly in my lap (brushing that monstrous pole that now pronged down my pants leg again!) and I heard rustling noise as she rearranged herself quietly. Then a muted click and shortly the local public radio station was filling the car with classical sounds. I stirred. "Did we have a lovely little sleep?" came an entirely different, mischievous voice, as I feigned a large yawn. "We're getting into town, and I don't know about you, but I'm hungry!" "God, how did the driving go?" "It's so great, John!" she enthused, wriggling with little-girl glee. "I was alert the whole time... it was wonderful! I paid attention to plants, and signs, and cracks in the road..." I glanced ahead, city traffic was not heavy, and I wanted to test her again, I turned to face her and my left hand crept behind her headrest as she chattered on. Now, reaching over her hair, my fingers pressed suddenly into her forehead lightly and I said: "Waking trance now." "...And it was the most, the mmmmm..." her voice sank away in mid-sentence. I was ready to grab the wheel, but she responded perfectly! Her eyes remained opened, and I heard only a small sigh escape her lips. "Deep deep waking trance, you are again deeply hypnotized as you drive carefully and alertly to our motel. Do you remember the directions?" "Yes," escaped the answering sigh from the lips set in the placid, blank face of my companion. "You are responding perfectly to my control. You love, it, you need to feel controlled and dominated, as if you had no will whatsoever." "Yes," came the instant response. "You have had many fantasies about me, Rose, I know you have... " "Yes." "You may speak more normally from your deep hypnotic state," I instructed. "You like to imagine my strength overpowering you, as I have with my will." "Yes... I-I mean, yes, I've th-thought that sometimes." Her voice was hesitant, but I ignored the tone. "But you sense how gentle my strength is, how you want to trust it, that it will only control you, never hurt you..." "Oh, oh, yes, that's it!" she said, more animatedly now. "And I have had many male fantasies about you... about your soft, yielding womanhood, Rose." "You... have... yes. You had some today didn't you?" The question caught me unawares and I was shortchanged for an answer. "You know... you felt sexy, I know you did... you do... don't you think I have a sense of smell?" she said, almost giggling! "Your perfume... YOU know... from... from there..." and she became subdued again suddenly. "We're not just soft little sex toys." My musky odor was now brought back to my attention, and I'm sure I blushed! I'm glad she'd never remember jerking my chain that easily. "Of course you're not, you're strong, a strong woman, and of course your NEEDS are strong, and getting stronger, aren't they?" She gulped a little. "Oh, if you only knew..." "I do know, and we both know now that I can help our fantasies come alive, Rose, come alive... yes you did smell me, you probably smell me right now as I let your senses heighten in intensity..." "Yes, you smell strong now... but I like the smell... it means... th-that... th-that..." "Go on, the smell means that I am... what?" "You're - you're *turned on*" she dropped to a whisper, and I saw her tongue sweep across her lips. I heard a pleading tone suddenly in her voice. "John... are you sure? Are you sure it will be all right?" "Rose, be silent now," I ordered brusquely. "I have mastered you so completely, you would forget your own name if I directed you. You can forget, and... you can remember too. Remember Lesson Two now, Rosie. Say Lesson Two." The response was instantaneous: "Lesson Two. I feel your total control through my entire body and mind. I feel so good when I am under your hypnotic power. I feel dominated and controlled, and I deeply want to feel your power penetrate me." Her voice had grown robotic again, and my cock surged anew watching her blanked expression. "And the other? About forgetting? Which Lesson is that?" "Lesson Four. Whenever you kiss me and tap my mind I will instantly become completely ready for my orders. My eyes will open wide and you will see deep inside my mind. Your voice will tell me what to forget, and my mind will obey. When you tap my mind three times, I will awaken." "Yes, you see how easily you remember and forget, Rosie, and you make me very excited just now. Continue driving, and give me your right hand." The point of no return. Spurred by my painfully mis-shaped erection lumping up again in the leg of my shorts, I set her hand down right on my thigh. "It's hot, your hand and fingers feel so sensitive now you can feel everything, it's very exciting to you, your hand is being pulled slowly over, it wants to, you will let go now and I am summoning your hand, Rose. Slide it to the right." Her illusion of control breaking down definitively now her breathing caught and became more shallow. Closer and closer to my crotch she let her fingers creep, and then..." "Oooohhhh... yesssss..." I heard the faint hiss of pleasure as she finally encountered my tumescence. A split second more she hesitated, then the soft, hot palm slid directly over the fat bulge. My body reacted with almost as much excitement. The surge was almost frightening, as I felt my asshole pucker shut as my buttocks squeezed themselves together involuntarily. "You are excited as I am, Rosie," I managed to gasp out. "Just gently explore our fantasy now, and talk about it..." "It's a nice, nice big thinggg..." and she slid out towards my bulging glans, then back again. The hand squeezed gently down, and I know she felt the answering clenching of my whole sexual being. "Nice, John, nice, Johnny... Johnny, it feels so tight in there, does it hurt, Johnny? It feels so cramped and tight..." "It feels just the way you wish it to feel, Rose, just like you love it to feel, but your touch is so exciting to me, I'm sure ... I'm *aahhh* sure you can tell...." "Oh yes, Johnny, I can feeeellll everythinnnggg... mmmmm, I bet you like to be touched very lightly, don't you, but I like to slide my hand allll over it... mmmm I just felt it jerk hard... is it too much, darling?" I had about enough self-control left to order her to pull the car over, into an unused daytime parking lot. I was sure this encounter would be over soon... my cock was letting me know in no uncertain terms that my balls had had enough stimulation, thank you! I know that my cock felt both inflamed and trapped by the constricting material that held it bound to lie tightly along my thigh... it so wanted to burst free of its confinement, and she sensed this immediately. "Does his big thing want to get out? Mmmm?" crooned my willing seductress, her fingertips from both hands free to torment my stalk now. "I'm hypnotized and I'll never ever remember that I'm... I'mmm oooh, I feel your pulse, darling, do you want me to stroke it more? Of course it wants to be strooooked and strooooked over... and over... and overrrrrr..." I think the whole car must be jerking now to my pulse; getting more heated, I lean forward and my trembling hand finally pulls the pants leg back, scraping the super-sensitive skin of my desperately quivering tube that now pokes well out into the musky atmosphere of the car. Her fingers fluttering and hovering, sampling, it seems, every bump and vein as she murmurs to it: "Yesss, my darling is getting ready now, ready, so ready, oh, yes, Johnny's going to do it... do ittt..." I'm ready... there have already been two barely-suppressed spasms that take all my resistance, but that heavy, leaden pulse is just ... going... to ... going to... I can't hold more than another couple seconds, I barely husk out to my tormentor: "It's going to come out, Rose, your fingersss are teasing it out, it's the most beautiful perfume, the most delicious creamy treat, you're hungry to have it all, make it fl-fl uhhgmghhh... floww out into your hand, oh, Rose I love your hand, I can't hold it, can't... umh... holllddd it back..." "No, darling, I won't let that big thing hold back any more, it wants to give up to Rose, darling, you are in my hand, Johnny it's big and hot and hard I want it now, I'm going to jiggle you darling, jigglejigglejigglejiggle... oohhh I want to feel it happen... here you come... here... now... now... now... Oh!" She responds like a little girl as my knees stretch apart and my buttocks thrust my member as far out as it will stretch, and the first little *pang* of my release opens the floodgates, and then a large *thud* as her manipulating hand is jerked upright, and the first blast shoots out into her curling hot palm poised at my bulging glans here's another *thud* as my body tries to launch my shots of semen as an archer launches a long-distance arrow... "ummmmgh!" wrenched from my gut, and then "nnnaaahhh" as now comes the most immense pleasure surge... over and over with subsiding urgency but more tenderness I pour forth my thick, molten cream, flowing out as she jiggles my shaft gently, feeling me subsiding yet still pulsing with life, dying out... dying out, relaxing now... The roaring of my own blood has shut down all sound, but now I hear her continued murmurs of tender coaxing: "here's a whole cup of thick cream for me darling, right in my hand, are you finished, Johnny? Getting so sleepy now?" Indeed I'm almost comatose with this incredibly strong afterglow, when I see her raise her come-filled palm to her lips. Her hummingbird's tongue reaches out to touch it, she inhales deeply, then tips her palm towards her, and... "Slll-l-lp-p--pppp!" comes the sound of my essence being suckled in over her pouting lips and... Jesus, the most wrenching, surprising feeling as my nearly spent cock surges again! and with the soft spurt of a belated few drops along my knee comes a sensation... I can't even describe it! except maybe, as if I were passing a large bowel movement through my penis, as if my insides were turned inside out... very nearly pain, and the following ache in my nuts lasted for at least an hour! "mmmh... mmmhhhh" and similar grunts are all I could manage for another minute, as I saw her smile and lick all round her fingers, then reach down to my member, still rubbery-firm, and lift it away from my thigh. Her gentle fingers bestowed the tenderest of little pats as she lifted my shorts out enough to push it back into a position of more comfort. Her saliva-slick fingertips wipe my knee clean of my congealing spunk, and again the fingers were conveyed to her willing lips. "MMMmmm... it's so yummy!" she said, looking at me with some sparkle in her eyes. "Did Rosie make Johnny reallll realll hot?" "ahhh... ahh God," I croaked, then, gathered myself together and tried to sit up straight. "Can't you even talk? My, my, you almost boiled over out of your little teapot, didn't you? Mmmm..." I held her to me, and we began a deep kiss, so different from the little social pecks we had allowed ourselves in the past! Her lips parted eagerly and my tongue, pushing into her soft hot mouth, tasted my own juices mingling with her saliva. Our tongues played with each other, and I felt yet another of those little almost painful sexual after-shocks from my groin. I knew that she wanted "absolution" or at least forgetfulness now, she had spelled that out to me in no uncertain terms. In mid-kiss my fingertip now tapped her atop her soft, dark crown. Instantly her tongue stopped its wriggling, and I felt her lower jaw droop away. Pulling back, her face in my hands, I beheld her eyes. Drooping and heavy-lidded, they were opening slowly wider. Wider. And now they stared up into my own, like a bird must look at a serpent. The white showed all round the dark irises; even under the night glow of the sparse street lamps I could see she was deep. In my best Bela Lugosi manner I widened my own eyes commandingly and bored my steady gaze right back at her. I intoned, deep as I could: "And now, my subject, I have hypnotized you deeply, and you will obey me. Look deeply into my eyes. Yes, and now I remove and erase forever all waking memory from your open, helpless mind. From the time I placed you in waking trance to now... gone forever, except in your pleasure dreams. You have already forgotten, but you will always be ready to comply with my desires, with my total power over you. Say 'yes, Master.'" My captive's slack mouth murmured "ehyessss... assssterrr..." and now I turned her face-forward and commanded my slave to resume driving. She pulled out into traffic. "I will bring you back to quick wakefullness now." And I tapped her on her head three times, lightly. With the smallest start, her voice picked up her dropped thread from a half-hour before: "...most I've ever driven before without getting sleepy! You know, I owe you a dinner, eh?" and she poked me in my fairly substantial tummy, "a nice big one, I think, no?" she said, chuckling. Soon we were checking into our fairly luxurious motor lodge. We were of course renting separate rooms, but I did get adjacent ones, and soon found they had a connecting doorway... as we all know, else how else could this fantasy continue? ********* The Highway Hypnotist Part 3 The motel, on the far outskirts of town, was ritzy, at least by my lower middle-class standards, but we were so hungry we made right for the restaurant. In particular, I felt as if I had dropped at least five pounds from ejaculations alone that day! The cuisine was fine, and she paid up willingly, but I bought a bottle of red wine that we didn't quite finish. We agreed to meet at the pool. Now the swimming pools in these desert inns were spectacular! The residual heat of the day already dissipated, the dry clear air showed stars burning steadily overhead even before the last light had faded entirely. The pool was really a pool complex; a substantial hot-tub affair, steaming gently in the cool air with roiling surface from powerful bubble jets along the sides, and a quick jog over the tiles taking the bathers to a large irregular pool, sort of "amoeba-shaped," with several grottoes curving out amidst succulents and cacti plantings, yucca and the like. There was even a twisty little "canal" leading into a more straightforward diving pool. The water was crystal clear, lit well from beneath. I hadn't even showered, and the daylong accumulation of road mung tempted me right into the pool, but I thought better at the last minute, and sluiced myself off under a heated sprinkler, then... PLUNGE... AAAAaaahhhhhhh! I paddled about fiercely for a bit, cruising the nooks and crannies, inhaling the clear atmosphere with gusto. I was almost alone; I sensed this was a slack time for travellers, at any rate there were only a few other swimmers, a couple of kids slamming off the board, and that's about it... except for the lovebirds. I ran across them as I float-walked down the canal, down the darker S-curve of the channel (there was a burnt-out bulb or two here); two sleek young couples, in earnest conversation as I rounded upon them. No, not just conversation... there was some serious nuzzling happening here, out of sight of just about everyone, due to the curves and the gardens. The dimmer light was plenty bright for me to get an eyeful! They were all young and trim, and the two women could have passed for showgirls in my inexperienced estimation! They were supple, and not an ounce of padding on their spectacular figures, highlighted by thong suits that left absolutely nothing to the imagination! One short-haired blond nymph had entwined her boyfriend with a hooked leg, holding him in close pelvic proximity, the trim foot rubbing up and down his butt as they leaned their heads together. The other couple were head-to-head also, talking with youthful earnestness as I floated by them. I sped up so as not to intrude, but as I passed, the one lad nodded, and the horny nymphet raised her face from her man's shoulder and actually winked at me saucily! After a bit I started wondering if I were going to see my new playmate at all that night. I scoped out the hot tub, tickled my fanny with the powerful jets, and was back in the cool pool (trying to sneak peeks at the bathing beauties) when I saw Rose's dark hair and pudgy little nose floating along towards me. "It's wonderful, huh?" she bubbled as she alligatored up to me. "We really lucked into this, Rose," I admitted, "I just booked a motel with a nice name and a Triple-A endorsement! Isn't the scenery spectacular?" We floated apart again, and when I next encountered her she seemed more subdued. Apparently she had run into the lovebirds around the corner. "I don't know," she complained, "that behavior... with kids right around the bend... it's better off in private, I think!" "Were they getting into it?" She grunted a little primly I thought. "It's getting cold, I guess I'll turn in, we've got a lot on our plates tomorrow." She was hugging herself as if chilly. "Haven't you warmed up over in the hot tub?" I inquired. "No, there's a Jacuzzi in the bathrooms," she answered, "and it's private." She seemed edgy now. "Come on, Rose, out with it," I insisted, "what's bugging you?" "Ohhh, it's those girls," she finally muttered, "dressed up like play-toys, like TV shows... and... you know, don't tell me you didn't glom!" I 'fessed up that I had given them a cursory once-over. "Yeah, sure!" she rejoined, "I... I just can't deal with it, I don't know... you're pretty liberated, I think, but like just about everyone else you trip all over yourselves when someone like..." she jerked her head towards the canal entrance "...that parades by!" "Wait a minute, now," I rejoined heatedly, ready automatically to plunge into some overheated sociological debate... then I pulled back. I wasn't here to trip up a nice relationship with a good friend... a very good friend! "Rose, come on over to the hot tub, we can watch the stars and talk," I tried, with a disarming grin. "You want to watch those butts floating around," she pouted, but a little playfully, I was relieved to hear. "Your butt is the only one I want to watch, hon," I responded, and she cast her eyes down and patted by hand. "That's sweet, but we all know what turns men on, and when we don't measure up, well." "Rose, do you really know what turns ME on? Come on, you didn't want to get into all this stuff, did you?" "No," she answered, and I felt she was turning away, trying to escape from a suddenly sensitive situation, but I found myself ready for more intimate stuff, and I thought I could 'loosen' my friend up in a beneficial way to boot! "Now I want to tell you some things... some very important things," I said, holding her upper arm lightly, "and please listen carefully to me, because I want you to tell me some things too." "What... I'm getting chilly, can't we..." "Just stop a minute," I insisted, "come on, look here..." I waited until we had made eye contact. I paused to invest the moment with more unspoken significance in her mind. Her eyes sparkled with the pool's reflected lighting. "To start with," I said, "your eyes are gorgeous in this light. They seem to sparkle and twinkle." She smiled, and her head tilted down slightly as if to break the glance. "No, don't turn, please," I urged her. "I'm not sure where..." she started to say, but I wanted to hold her gaze, and I reached round and cupped the back of her head and my finger tapped lightly there in the signal to hold her attention. I hoped it worked! It did! "What..." was all she said before her voice ceased and she stood there quieter now, her head motionless as I let my hand rest there. "How about my eyes?" I murmured in a lower tone. "They are nice," she said, bemusedly, her gaze flicking from one to the other. I kept mine more fixed on the bridge of her pert little nose. "They're sparkly, huh?" "Uh-huh," she answered, obedience beginning to assert itself already. "The light makes them look deep..." "Mmm hmmmm." "Deep." "That's soooo..." she said, almost whispering as I let my hand fall away from her neck. We stood almost toe to toe now, her brown eyes becoming still, as she seemed to be studying just my right eye now. "Can you look away, Rose?" I murmured. Her head turned a bit from side to side, her eyes now visibly glazed over and her stare fixed. "Are your arms feeling very heavy and relaxed, as if you couldn't hold them up?" She didn't answer, but her limbs fell away from hugging herself, and now she stood almost as if at attention, oblivious to any impression she might be making. "Does my gaze hold yours like an unbreakable magnet, like a magnet you can't resist?" I stepped around a bit, and her head swivelled to keep me centered. "And now," I said, returning to stand directly in front of her round, heavy breasts, "when you answer 'yes,' you will know for certain... Rose... are you becoming deeply entranced, and will you shortly feel yourself falling forward, diving and plunging down into my deep hypnotic power, falling and falling completely into my deep spell, falling completely free, my eyes pulling you into my power... pulling... and pulling..." I watched her glazed eyes roll up, as her lids fluttered, and, smoothly, arms still hanging, not moving in the least to steady herself, my subject toppled forward into my chest, where I caught her shoulders. Her face now completely placid and blank, was still upturned towards the eyes that she saw only in her imagination... her own were closed peacefully. I felt her breasts brushing against my chest, their delicious cleavage not completely hidden by her suit. Her hands, dangling straight down, grazed my hips as they settled again and became still. Tapping her head more sharply now, I gave her the command "waking trance now," and she got herself to stand upright again, face blankly looking ahead of her. "As you recite Lesson Two, Rose, feel your arms pulled upwards into the sky." "Lesson Two. I feel your total control through my entire body and mind. I feel so good when I am under your hypnotic power. I feel dominated and controlled, and I deeply want to feel your power penetrate me." She was standing there before me, breasts uplifted as her arms waved up in midair like seaweed in the ocean. I caught a glimpse of movement behind some plantings, but when I turned it was gone. "Lower your arms. Now let's interact almost as if you were wide awake, Rose. Come up now, take my hand and let's walk over to the hot tub." "O.K. I'm getting real chilly." she said, and could see goose bumps standing out on her pale flesh as we moved through the cool night air, hand-in-hand across the tiled path, where we sank down into the frothy whirlpool with a contented sigh. We were alone, but at the far end of the patio was one of the couples we had seen earlier. They were in warm hotel terry robes, and were reclining with tall drinks at one of the tables. I gave a little wave, and I saw the girl nod and wriggle her fingers back at me. "Who's that?" asked Rose, raising her head from the crook of my arm. "Oh, her." "Rose, we're completely alone here, there's no one but us." She sank backwards with a wriggle. "Oh, that's nice..." she murmured. "Just usss..." "We're in a hypnotic fog, Rose, see?" and certainly the mist was very thick as the pool released clouds of vapor up into the night sky. "Oh, John..." she breathed. "You find you adore being hypnotized, don't you?" "Ohhh, it's lovely! Just to... to give up completely... mmmm... to give up and surrender, like nothing matters now... nothing matters but your will John your will dominating me... dominating me and making me want to go so deep now... so deep into your powerrr... your powerrrmmm" Her voice sunk into her self-deepening routine I had taught her that afternoon. My cock was at full attention, I knew no one could see as I released it from it's pressured confinement. "That's right, Rose. And inside your hypnotized body is a beautiful, beautiful woman. You are a beautiful person, and your body is beautiful too... you know how attracted I am to your body, Rose." "Yes." "And you'll find yourself forgetting about silly comparisons with others... tomorrow you will only know that it's your pleasure in life that shines from you, that makes your flesh dance and sparkle, that I dream and fantasize about your beautiful curvy body all the time, Rose." "Mmmmm, yes..." "And you will know that your flesh deserves to be seen and enjoyed, that you deserve to try whatever you'd like, and tomorrow you'll find time to think about those little bathing suits, won't you?" "Yes." "And you'll feel how nice it would be to be almost naked, and to swim almost naked, and that in a minute we'll practice that feeling Rose. Tell me now," I continued, "as you feel your whole body float and drift in my warm hypnotic power... what do you remember of our car drive today?" "Oh, we had a good time!" came her sleepy tones just above the low hum of the water pumps. "You taught me how to drive without getting sleepy... thank you, thank you!" "And later?" "Oh later, I drove us all the way into town." "What happened then, do you remember anything unusual?" "N-nooo... I didn't get lost, and we were here." "Yes and I am enjoying this time together very much. You feel easy and comfortable now resting here in my arm." "Mmm-hmmmm." "We have a nice day tomorrow, too, and I'll enjoy seeing the very tiny suit you pick out..." "Tiny suit." "Yes, because tonight I think you'll dream of swimming, Rose, swimming and drifting in the warm waters, and I'll dream of seeing you in your new suit, I know I'll have very powerful, nice dreams about you in your suit." "You will?" "Yes, I'll imagine the same thing that you're starting to imagine, all alone in your own private dream, that you're proud of your beautiful beautiful body, and you deserve to let the water slosh and slide all around you while you swim..." "Mmmmm... that sounds nice..." "So nice, to glide through the waters, you'll imagine very strongly how your body thanks you for freeing the flesh, how lovely it feels as your arms and legs now begin, just ever so gently to move you alonnnngg the water... you are floating and drifting now in your dream, and your skin feels so free in your new suit, almost nude, like you've always wanted to swim, nude and naked in the warm water all alone..." I saw through the heavy distorting ripples that she had now entered this dream, and I felt her shoulders flexing as she moved her arms gently. "Yes, gentle sleepy drifting along, taking time to let your skin feel every ripple and wave as you float along..." Now I moved out into the deeper part of the pool away from the built-in seat where I'd been cuddling with her. One hand supported her under her neck, keeping her face well out of the water, and now my right hand slid down to her lower back, and simply buoyed her up. She snaked her arm unconsciously round my torso so it could be free to "stroke" her through the water. "Open your eyes if you wish, Rose, open them and look up into the naked sky as you drift in your dream." Her eyelids lifted dreamily, heavily to stare upward past mine. My cock felt the insistent currents as the jets propelled water over my heated loins. Heaven! I watched her breasts as they jutted up at me, and when I lifted up, I could raise her abdomen out of the water, to see her thighs gently flexing away, up and down in a dreamlike kicking motion. "Now your dream will make you very aware of the delicious feelings as you move through the water," I said, turning her back so her feet were pointed at the wall... at the outflow of the water jet, "moving through and letting the water slide and stroke over you, under and around all your sensitive skin as you float alone, alone and safe in your deep, deep dream. "And the dream tells you how good it is that you are almost, almost naked, because now you can enjoy every little ripple, every tiny bubble, every stroking, stroking current, letting the warm current take over, letting the warm hypnotic current take possession of your flesh, giving in to all your freedom... yes you will move freely in your dream." Because I felt her shoulder grow momentarily tense, then relax, as she submitted to my mental control, and her own sensations. Her breasts... so close to my face, swelled with a sleepy sigh of satisfaction and her spine twisted a bit. She bent and straightened again. and her arms fluttered as they floated almost straight out from her shoulders. I was moving her imperceptibly closer and closer to one of the jets now, my cock feeling how insistent the beating of its current was several feel away, knowing how I had sometimes brought myself to climax against such a stimulus. This jet was about a foot below the surface, and had some sort of rotational element within, because the current swept round in a kind of orbit, I felt it become regularly more and less insistent, washing over my eager phallus, making it thick and rigid. I floated my subject in a little closer; now the ripples were washing first against one calf, then the other, one then the other. "Rose," I said, bending close to her face. Her eyes were drooping shut again, and they closed immediately I spoke her name. My left hand under her neck felt a motion and I saw her face begin to turn a bit, left to right again and again. "Rose, I will guide you through this dream all alone, all safe in your deep bed of sleep you will love the dream so much you will dream it again later tonight after I send you to slumber. The water feels insistent now, Rose... you feel sensitized to the water sliding freely up and up and up, washing you, stroking you, making you want the water... want the stroking... want it more and more. wanting it to stroke you deeper and deeper." Her head turning more insistently now, searching for an invisible something, her upper teeth catching her lower lip in preoccupation. My right hand slid down a little lower, now I held the very base of her spine, and could feel the swell of her hips. Her arms were dangling out from her body, forgotten all at once, but her legs were waving as she maneuvered them into the advancing and retreating currents washing and pushing up her legs. I spotted another nearby jet, closer to the surface, and steady, apparently a stationary fixture, and I decided I wished to control her responses more myself. As I backed her gently away from the orbiting jet, I saw a crease appear in her forehead, and her closed eyes squinched up. I felt her shoulders flutter again. "Your body is telling you it wants more, your dream is bringing you more and more power now," I droned as my hands now floated her into the new stream. Again her bosoms swelled and sank in a delicious sigh of self-indulgent pleasure. Now, with my hand under the shelf of her buttocks, I began moving her pelvis gently from side to side, watching as the current again flurried ripples up her right thigh, then her left... right and left, over and over. Again her arms hung limply, but I felt her spine curving as she was now actively trying to control her orientation in the water. I hadn't looked around lately, so possessed was I with my malleable subject, and I turned my face towards the patio. They were still there. The man was reading a book, but his wife? date? ... she was not reading! Her book was in her hand, but her face was clearly staring across the tiles at Rose and me! I don't think she knew I noticed, but I could see, I could almost feel her intense interest as she watched a man tugging the supine figure of a woman around the hot tub for such a long time; even at that distance she might have seen Rose's lower limbs, especially now, as they were straightened out, and began a scissors motion, flexing stiffly from her pelvis! I felt Rose's whole self now yearning towards the insistent jet bubbling and frothing up, up between her inner thighs, and I moved her rather quickly in towards the source, then back out again. "Yearning to let the waters control you, take control of you, making you want them more and more, the need getting stronger, the command to give in, the command to feel helpless, deliciously helpless to resist, no thought to resist, you must have more and more!" Her eyes were scrunched up again, and her breath was whistling through her teeth now. Her legs flexed and opened, opened wider as I now simply held her steady, moving her subtly in... and out from the jet... in... and out. I lowered my hand and her pelvis sank down beneath the surface, bringing the demanding surge foaming over the tops of her thighs as they now stuck out stiffly in a wide V, as the demanding surge flowed unstoppably over the thighs, over them focussing the current at her delta, her delta, laving and caressing the most intimate sensitive inner flesh, as I raised and lowered her, trying to direct the current up and down her most private parts now brazenly thrust towards the controlling currents. I heard her moan clearly and distinctly, and again. The tendons on her upper thighs standing out distinctly as she forced her legs as wide as she could. Another louder moan. I watched her magnificent bosoms jiggle and shudder, watched her helplessly swivelling her upturned face more violently now. Now she's mewing loudly and continuously... "You will dream very quietly," I say bent over her contorted face, "It will be much stronger if you are almost silent. You want the dream to get stronger, to last and last. Always your body demands more, the water demands more and more surrender." Her head stops its motions and I feel her spine arching backwards. I move her body even closer now, and I reach down to her feet and position them up out of the water, resting on taut ankles over the edge of the pool. Now she controls her own response. The pelvis begins rotating gently as she maneuvers the flow directly towards her yearning, the stiff legs wriggling sideways, swashing her genitalia back and forth in the pulsing jet... she's so stiff I need only hold the back of her head. Our audience is raptly drinking the scene in! I see the blond with her own legs splayed out from her chair, one hand down between them, the other jammed into her mouth, her boyfriend still obliviously reading or asleep, her eyes wide and staring as Rose thrashes herself back and forth before her, unawares. My cock unbearably stiff now, as I move it beneath my subject, squatting down in the shallow pool only my head and shoulders above water, waiting... The shudders begin now, her abdomen tightening, the flesh rippling with a small series of shivers. She tautens again. Another series, jiggling the breasts like a horse's flank quivering to remove a biting fly... I stand straighter now, holding her stiffened form with the top of my kneecap. Her head rolls round in it. More shudders, the series coming closer and closer together, her pelvis motionless... As her hands reach down, down to her delta, her raging seat of pleasure, reach down to the rigid tendons of her upper thighs, down to her swimsuit and pull it aside! A loud gasp brings her back completely out of the water, and a little splash as her rigid spine relaxes again. Shuddering continuously now. My own hand slides down her neck, sliding impetuously down to the bodice of her suit, down, and under the material, where I take possession of an engorged breast, a soft breast whose flesh melts beneath my fingers, whose tip now comes under my fingers, whose tip, extended and lumpy now is rolled and pinched by my fingertips, whose tip is thrust up insistently into my fingers as Rose gives in completely at last. For the next two or three minutes I feel her come... wave after wave of juddering, shuddering, stiffening limbs, face twisted and feral, lips pulled back in a rictus of pleasure that doesn't let up, even as her body relaxes between spasms. Then another wave pumps her pelvis up into the currents, and her breasts shake awesomely beneath their confinement. Did I mention my own climax? I can't, because I don't even remember having it! I only know that after a time I realized my cock was limp and my balls aching... I must have been empathising so strongly with Rose that my own orgasm just... happened! I pulled her away from the stimulus, and after a short time she was drifting again, utterly relaxed and limp in my arms. My hand still round her soft breast, seemed to go unnoticed, as now and again she shuddered, like little hiccups, as pleasurable aftershocks must have been sweeping through her. They would each start right at her coccyx, which would clench up, then relax as the shiver moved through her spine and out her limbs, now floating aimlessly from her torso. The Highway Hypnotist Part 4 The blonde was still there, her head in her hands, shamelessly fixated on our display. She arose, and walked determinedly over toward the pool. Rose's suit was back in place, and her body still. Hurriedly I told her to rest until she felt me tap her, rest without noticing any sounds. "I..." husked the bathing beauty, looking down at us. "I thought Dan and I did things... b-but..." I smiled up at her. "We didn't bother you too much?" "What do you think?" she answered. "Lumpy over there didn't even notice, but I... I..." "I saw you, too... umm..." "Maggie," she said, "uh, Margaret and uh, Dan my date." She sat with her toes in the water now, her lean thighs flexing themselves as her calves fluttered back and forth. "John, and this is Rose." Rose of course didn't move at all. "Um, is she asleep?" "Sort of." "God I could feel her from way over there. She really knows how to have fun! She must have dropped ten pounds just now." I smiled again. "She doesn't care that much about pounds," I said, tapping gently behind her head once. "You know that you are so beautiful, and now you know how others feel too, don't you?" I touched her abdomen with a palm, and we watched the body clench up and gently quiver yet anther time. Maggie licked her lips, staring at the loose-limbed woman so blatantly exposed to a stranger! "Jesus, how... uh, how can you be so free? I don't mind snuggling in public, but you put on a show!" "It's our first time, too!" "Well, you've give ME ideas, Rose. I'm gonna teach that guy something he doesn't know! Later, that is... I'm - I'm still a little shy I guess... I'll leave you alone, sorry for barging in, Rose." "She can't hear you, Maggie." "Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry, I didn't know..." "No, no, she's not deaf at all," I smiled. "As a matter of fact, she's hypnotized right now." "H-hypnotized!" Maggie stared down. "That's right, no one exists in her mind... she's really shy as you are... more so!" I said, "She was jealous of your body and that suit you're wearing would wake the dead!" "Thank you, kind sir," Maggie twittered, "but she's like, out of it? I've seen some mental acts over in Vegas, and I thought it was like, a fake or something." "Well Rose is no fake," I answered, "she's an excellent subject, and she seems to like it a lot, though she won't remember anything tomorrow, she IS still shy." "Bull... sorry, but you mean, really truly forget?" Maggie's robe had slipped open, and now she asked with her eyes if she could join us in the pool. Soon we stood together, looking down at my entranced friend. "I'd like to be able to do that," she whispered, staring at the serene features. "Can I... like, touch her?" "Rose, you are in a sleeping trance now," I said, tapping her for her cue. She was already out, and gave no overt signs. "Sure, it's okay." Maggie lifted the woman's arm out of the water. We'd been in so long that the fingers were prune-wrinkled. The arm lay flaccid in the blonde's grasp. "Her skin'll be dry tomorrow!" she whispered, "bet you hadn't thought of THAT!" "Oh, damn," I answered, I don't even know if she brought lotion!" "I have some, maybe I could drop it over. You going to bed soon?" Her eyes locked into mine. "I'd like to... you know if you had time... maybe you could show me... a little..." "About hypnotism?" She nodded. "Rose really likes it." I chose not to elaborate further, or answer her question yet. "Boy, you said it," she whispered, closer to my ear now, still holding the limp arm in her own tanned grasp. "I don't think that would work with me, I like to be in charge of things." Again, she gave me a look. "In charge..." I murmured back, meeting her eyes. "In control..." "Yeah, like I'd be the one giving the orders." Her eyes glittered up at me, then down again at my drifting Rose. "Dan might like to try... but you sure gave her a good time there!" "Rose, come back up in your dream now. Stand up now." She got smoothly to her feet. "She won't remember any of this?" "No, we agreed that it would be easier not to be shy if I would make her forget, Maggie." "Can I, could you make her open her eyes up?" asked the girl, eyes fixed on my subject now standing, relaxed, water dripping down from her hair, hand still held by the inquisitive blonde. "Rose, your eyes are opening." Obediently the lids rose, and Maggie now tried all the tricks, waving the hand in front of the face, thrusting it suddenly close, but there was no reaction. "Look at me Rose," she suddenly said, tugging at her arm. I was annoyed, and she shot me a slightly guilty, but willful look. "Just testing," she said, and dropped the arm. She had a little streak of childishness, I judged. "We're going to turn in, I think, we've a lot on our plates tomorrow." "Oh, the lotion!" interjected Maggie. "Please call me if you need it, we'll be turning in soon too. Please, it's no trouble, it's really smooth and nice. Men like it too!" She looked straight at me, and I remembered suddenly: how did I have my own orgasm, I couldn't remember! Had I been standing up? "It's really smooth and makes everything silky feeling... I have a lot of it, I spread it all over myself after I've been in the pool, you'll like it too, Rose!" she said suddenly, trying to catch my friend in a ruse, but of course that was hopeless. "It's not a trick, I promise you!" I led Rose out of the pool into the cold air. She started shivering right away, as did I. "Here, take this robe, Rose, you'll catch your death!" I took it from her outstretched hand and draped it over my own shoulders. She was startled and annoyed at my "selfishness," but I said: "Maggie, Rose doesn't need this, do you, Rose?" "What do you mean, the poor thing is..." "Is becoming warm, watch her. Rose, hear and obey. I've just turned up the heat, it's rapidly becoming comfortable, getting warmer and warmer now, doesn't that feel good?" "...Yes... warmer, ahhh." Her eyes still blank, her shivers quickly ended. and she rotated her shoulders a little as if taking pleasure in the sudden warmth. "Warmer and warmer," I said, soon you'll feel quite warm, almost hot, getting a little uncomfortable now, as the temperature rises and rises, hotter and hotter, making you a little itchy maybe, you'd like to remove that itchy hot suit now you're so very hot, hot and perspiring, getting hotter and hotter..." Maggie was staggered, as was I! at the instant response of my companion. Her hands rose to pluck at her neckline, her tongue emerged to lick lips, and her legs twitched and fidgeted. "Jesus," breathed Margaret, watching Rose closely, peering into her blank stare, seeing her brow furrow as her breath started whistling through her lips, and she mopped her brow as though sweating. "...so hot... soo hot..." muttered the entranced girl, and now she simply reached up to her shoulder straps, and matter-of-factly pulled them down, reaching behind her to loosen the clasp of the suit, lowering it over her panting breasts, lower and lower..." "And now you're cool again, cool and ready for sleep, Rose. Hear me. The temperature is pleasant, and you're feeling ready for a long, deep sleep. Let's walk now, Rose. Goodnight, Maggie." Maggie could only wave her hand as I dropped her robe over a nearby chair, and led my captive off to our room. Once in, I surveyed my conquest. She stood, unaware of her surroundings. "You will dream of a new suit, and the fun you will have feeling the waters again..." "Yes." "The waters caressing you, and that suit is just in the way of all your pleasure." "...yesss, pleasurrree..." and she swayed a bit on her feet. "Remove that old suit now, Rose," I said, erection already starting up once again. Her hands repeated their motions, only this time I didn't stop them. And then... Then she stood naked and unashamed before me. Her breasts hung heavily from her shoulders, with the most appealing lower curves. Her soft belly curved down without any attempts to trim her relaxed figure. "Do you have moisturizing cream with you?" "Yes." "Get all ready for bed now, Rose. Remain nude, you will want to sleep and dream in the nude tonight." She now went about her toilette, using the commode, brushing and flossing her teeth, removing her contacts (I hadn't even known about them!), then jiggling her heavy mammaries as she dried and brushed her dark hair vigorously. Now she dug out a bottle of lotion (aloe vera, I suppose) and set about rubbing herself all over with it. How her bosoms quivered as she spread her palms gently all round them, making her dark brown nipples perk up as her fingers brushed against them! She worked lotion into her fingers and toes, up her legs, as I worked my own hand up and down my fleshy tube, glomming every nude inch of my companion's pink flesh, jiggling and quivering under her own touch... When her palms reached her mons, I saw her eyes droop, and she sighed heavily. I became hot and flushed, and my cock stood straight out, poking across the small distance between our bodies. Her fingers swarmed over her sensitive flesh, and as I watched, she parted her legs a bit as the palms swirled down, around, between, behind, setting up a little pelvic motion, bring me to iron-hard readiness just from the sight of her naked, proud and unashamed. I moved up to, and held her chin. I looked into her eyes as I kissed her. The kiss was as magic as ever, even more so as I tapped her into a swoon. Again the jaw dropped, and the eyes widened like a "deer in the headlights." I pulled back the covers, commanded her to lie down; my cock quivering mightily, wanting just to let the heated column of flesh wander, slithering over every inch of her skin... poking into her lightly-furred armpits, circling round her soft belly button, exploring her receptive ears, and... her mouth... her slackly hypnotized lips, now parted helplessly, just inches away from my glans... I groaned as I saw a shiny drop of lubricant appear at my slit... then another, dripping steadily down onto her carpet. "Rose," I husked, boring into her mind, "you will dream tonight as I have commanded you. Sleep deeply and dream. And now I will cause you to forget our episode as you know I can do... ummm, as I tell you that your eyes are heavily closing in sleep now... yes, and your delicious creamy liquid is ready for you to taste, which will erase all of your memory as it sends you deep asleep. You will now tell yourself to sleep deeply, Rose, and I will nurse you into slumber with my hot, thick liquid that you... umm... you need so much." Her voice immediately began. "Sleep... sleep... deeper and deeper asleep... deep... deeee..." "Sending you off, Rose..." I stood next to her head, and forced my cock downward, towards the drowsy lips speaking in obedience to my commands... and then... "Sleeppp... sleemmmm... lmmmm... lmmmmmm" is all she can say as I offer my bulging member to those waiting, hungry, needing lips, and she pulls it gently into her, pulling gently over and over, her mouth pursed round the blazing fiery-hot cock, its knob fisting up and bulging as I withstand with all my being the urge to slam it completely down into her throat... My hand reaches down to cup one of her soft, flattened bosoms, resting so trustingly open to my touch, so soft as I explore and manipulate it, but now I just look down at her face, and reach down, to slide an eyelid up, and the eyeballs are rolled backward, and her lips purse and suck, pulling... pulling so sleepily and obediently, in I slide and out, regular as sleep... deep hypnotic sleep... deep hypnotized nursing as the cock feels so heavy! so heavy! I can't possibly pull away, I'm hypnotized myself with the gentle suction, and I hear myself whisper, at least in my mind: "...My cock is in your mouth Rose... you're sucking and pulling and milking my cock... I can't resist you... I'm getting more and more ready... milk my cock, feel it swell up feel as if its going to burst open and you're going to be full, fulllll of thickkk... ohhh... thickkkk.... cockkkk... thickkk.... cockkkk..." In and out it slides moistly and evenly, unstoppably past her lips, pushing them in, pulling them out... they pucker in and out as she nurses and milks me... And one hand reaches over sleepily towards my groin! The fingers close and fist around the base of my cock. She's making cooing sounds, quiet little gentle cooings to her master! The cock shaft is dark, dark purple, every contour stretched to its limit as her lips pull, pull pull, and my own fingers must reach down and cup my testicles, must press and circle round my bags, they're pulling up, getting wrinkly and tight under her nursing, here it comes, the first pulse is here, under her fist, up the shaft, past her sleepy squeezing lips, and onto her questing tongue... and now... BLAST. BLASSSSSTTTT. Another BLASSTS out of the head, hurtling out, out into her mouth, her voice stops, and she just humms as her throat tastes nectar, milk and honey flowing in delicious creamy bursts and dribbles, flowing down into her wanting throat, I BLAST another agonizing jet, and my hand holds the bed as now comes that feeling of leaden pleasure overcoming everything, that the cock is made of soft, molten lead, that its a hot tube of heavy, heavy thick lead, weighted down by surging blood, by thick molten heavy creammmmmm... I force myself to hold steady, breathing in rasping gasps through distended nostrils, attempting not even to moan aloud, just watching that stalk pulsing between her pursed lips, softening a little, her cheeks still pursed inwards, as suddenly, it hurts! the climax is over... I pull back and my glistening, bright red fleshy column softly pulls away from her still-pursed lips, the lips open reluctantly as the painfully sensitive glans slide out as last, trailing a long strand... the strand breaks and drapes along the sheet as my member pulses a last dollop of semen towards her face, now peaceful, breathing heavily in her slumber, and I reach down and gently lick her lips and chin clean of my salty fluid, and risk a small suckle on her tits, because she's asleep and I don't want her to wake up. I tiptoed away, turning out lights, covering her naked bosoms flattened on her chest, and listened to her deep breathing before going next door and tumbling insensible into my own welcome bed. Later in the night, I am awakened from my own sleep by something... it's a noise... repeated calls and moans... someone's... someone's "doing the nasty" nearby... Then I remember, and placing my ear to the intervening wall, listen as my lovely robot relives her self-induced orgy in the pond, calling loudly in the agony of her own repeated crises, before the moans finally subside. It's four A.M. ++++++++++ The Highway Hypnotist- Part 5 Rose and I moved in different orbits for most of the next day, I with technical stuff, she with board functions, brunch, etc. I caught one glimpse of her entering a conference room in a trim, prim suit, and all I could think about were her labia, pink and glistening as I'd seen then the previous night, encased now in the fabrics of the working world. My own thoughts were unsettled, almost furtive, the way they'd continually dart back to what for me had been an unprecedented sexual escapade! Who'd have thought my hidden hypnosis "fetish," nurtured in masturbatory moments alone over the years and years since those childhood incidents, would have burst forth with such ripe, tender fruit? What would Mother have thought? I certainly seemed to project enough confidence to sway a mature person, albeit a friend who wanted to experiment, to the edge of daring and far beyond! Finally I heard her enter her room next door late in the afternoon. There were other voices present and I tuned the sound out, while remembering the other, late-night sounds I had last heard through that wall. Now there was good humor, and even a high feminine laugh, not Rose's, I was sure! Then, after a quiet time, the phone rang. "Hi, it's Rose." Her new friend Maggie had spirited her away from the last tiresome tea of the afternoon, it seemed, over to a fashion mall. They had gotten a little "silly," it seemed... "but you'll see for yourself, if you'll come swimming again tonight," she said. A pause, and her voice dropped to a more serious timbre. "John," I've got something to ask you, it's a little embarrassing..." then I hear her cover the phone, and in a moment her door opens and closes. "I couldn't just talk about it with Maggie here... she said... she wanted me to ask you... it's hard, John! Listen, you know the driving yesterday, and... well, did... something happen?" Damn that Maggie! She'd gotten to be more than a nuisance all of a sudden! "She said she wanted to try that hypnotism too, because... because it was good for... for... bedroom things... and she said that I showed her... was I... damn, it's hard... was I acting weird last night?" she finally blurted out with extreme difficulty. "I said I was just swimming around, a-and she said 'I'd like to swim around like that too,' and gave me this look..." "Did she go?" "Yes. I didn't drink that much at dinner, I know I wasn't even tipsy!" "Now listen carefully, the only thing I noticed was you singing that song, you know... Twinkle twinkle? That's all I heard, you remember? Wait a minute, just listen," I insisted and the line was quiet, as I whistled "Twinkle twinkle" to her over the phone. "I did?" her voice was small. "Yes, you did, you sang "Twinkle twinkle in my eyes...remember? try it now." Her voice came back. "Twinkle, twinkle in my eyes, / Close them and I'm hypnotized / Listen to the voice so deep, / Now I'm - I'm drifting off to sleep, / Twinkle, twinkle... twink..." She never made it to the last line. "Try it again," I urged gently, and there it came back over the line: "Twinkle, twinkle in my eyes, / Close them annnd..." "Again," I said now, flatly. "Twin...." and then silence. I pictured her, just next door, perhaps swaying on her feet, her eyelids drooping down onto her lovely cheekbones, the phone still reflexively held up to her ear (I hoped!) "Hang up and come right to my room now," I instructed. The phone clicked, and in a moment I heard her hall door again. I opened my own door, and there she stood... eyes closed, dressed in just a slip, and bare-breasted! Hurriedly I told her to enter and she drifted with the care of a sleepwalker past my arm as anxiously I reassured myself that there had been nobody there to see her, barefoot and bare-breasted at my door! I obviously had a lot to learn about discretion, I could have just opened our connecting door, but I hadn't thought it through! At any rate my control was strong enough to flood out her conscious nervousness, because here she was, arms at her sides, breasts swaying sensuously as she continued walking towards... right towards the bureau! Before I could halt her her leg bumped into the furniture and this brought her to a lurching halt. In the full-length mirror I saw, as I hurried to her side, muttering as many "deeper and deeper" suggestions as I could, that her face looked pale. What was going on, was she ill or faint? "Rose, are you all right? Do you feel well?" "It feels wonderful," the lips barely moved, the bosom rose and fell, her eyelids looked almost purple against the odd pallor of her face. "Sit down in this nice comfy chair," I instructed, "sink way, way down and be so comfortable that you are just calm and relaxed alll over." With a sigh her nearly nude form was deposited in the chair. "Now Rose, although you are very deep now, you can speak as if you were awake, do you understand?" "Yes, I understand," she said with a smile! I breathed an inward sigh of relief, I had thought she was ill, but her color seemed to be returning to her cheeks. "Something was troubling you?" "Yes, it was Maggie," she responded. "Go on." "Yes, she had taken me to this store to get a bathing suit... you know, a kind of... almost bare kind of suit..." "I know exactly what you mean," I answered, smiling down at her, straying another glance to her breasts, which she displayed openly and without any embarrassment. They really were lovely, slightly flattened by gravity, with wide brown nipples and large aureola... but listen to her words, dummy! I told myself angrily... there's plenty of time to glom her body! "Did she disturb you?" "Yes, she did. We were talking about how suits turn men on, and she said that they turned on some ladies too. I knew she meant herself, because she was giving me these googly-eyed glances when I tried them on... but all she talked about besides that was hypnotism." "Yes. Be sure you are very deep, so we can talk very freely." "Yes, John," she droned calmly, "I am very deeply hypnotized right now... it feels good to be able to talk honestly to you and not be embarrassed." My dick hardened noticeably, and again, I gave myself a stern talking-to. She went on to say that her companion had referred more than once to what she implied was Rose's wantonness, and said she thought that meant that Rose might like to be a little, shall we say, "experimental" with others. "...And how did that make you feel?" "Not good." "Why? Be explicit as you can." "Yes. I am not a whore or a pervert!" she said, with some heat, and I noticed a rouge flush highlighting her cheeks. "I-I'm just a sort of stick-in-the-mud, I guess, but no!" she exclaimed, "You know how we have gotten into this... this oh, John, it's a lovely thing, but I'm nervous!" I played it very clinically. "Go on." "Yes, driving is such fun now, and I'm going to be grateful forever for your help, but I'm worried... don't want to feel guilty, and I love Jerome, and I love you too!" Her face had now gained just a little animation, although she was expressing real anxiety. "When you are awake, Rose," I said gazing at her loveliness, "do you feel you have even a tiny conscious hint that now I am your sexual master?" Her bosom jiggled enticingly as her breathing caught. "N-n-noo... I'm not aware of that... I must be sure..." "Why, Rose? Do you want very deeply to continue to submit yourself to my complete sexual control?" I stood closer, and her eyes followed me. "Yes," she said, "yes, oh God, I do things... things I never dream about... or things that I do dream about...sexy things..." "Of course you do, Rose, and remember, it's only while I have you hypnotized that you have consented to let me control you. You wanted to fall deeply into my hypnotic power in the car, you don't remember it consciously and you never will, but you can tell me about it, what did you do?" "I fell into a trance... I fell and fell and fell..." "Look at my hands, Rosie." I held the palms up towards her face and she smiled. "Yes, they're beautiful hands... strong... I like to watch you move them around, and just when they're resting too." "Now my hands are cupped together, Rosie," I intone, "and as I slowwwly draw them apart, look at this huge, deep-green emerald crystal I'm holding... it sparkles very brightly it might make you squint a bit... annnd there it is resting heavily in my hand." Her eyes widen in surprise, then blink a bit and she turns her head a little. "That's beautiful, it's like magic!" she says. "Yes it's magic, but it's real too, very heavy and real as I'll let you hold it now if you like..." "May I?" and she reaches up toward my hand. "Oops!" as she dropped her hand and caught at the "gem". "Sorry... ahhh!" she said, holding it closer and peering at it. I now "took it back," and said, "Now, very easily and totally naturally, I'll just fasten it right up here above your head, Rosie, just up there in the air, and in a moment I'll have you look very deeply into it. There it's hanging right up here now." She nodded, her eyes upturned and blinking quickly at the imaginary "glare." "Now I'll make it dimmer and its color go very very deep deep green, a very deep deep green, is that better?" She nodded again. "When I let it spin slowly you'll be absolutely fascinated by the deep, dark sparkles that are lovely to watch. Here it goes now." "Ohh..." she breathed, and tilted her head back to watch the "show." "Now in the car you felt you had to do things, yesterday." She nodded. "The gem lets you speak. Tell me what you did and how you felt." "I touched your hand, I stroked it," she murmured. "Your hands... I imagined you were caressing me." "Continue. As you speak you won't even notice my commands but you'll obey them willingly. Continue, and tell me what you like best about going into trance." "I couldn't believe how good I feel! I mean, I just feel like I'm letting go, that I just have no choice, and I love having no choice... it's like a warm bath or something, and I just...." As she talked, I whispered now: "And you may want to play very lightly and delicately with your breasts now." And without seeming to notice, her eyes still fixed on her "emerald," Rose raised first one hand, and soon the other, up steadily and surely, and touched herself. Her fingers were soon swirling round her mounds as they lay heavy and slightly flattened by their softness on her ribs. "Then later I touched your penis. I was thrilled and a little scared that I was doing that in public, but it was so impossible to stop! It was impossible to say no and stop, I felt so special and tender, and I just sliddd my fingersss arounnndd and arounnndd..." Her voice remained level, but her hands pressed now and again against her nipple areas pressing her heavy tits even flatter, then she might lightly lift one mammary, slide out from its underside, pause briefly and begin the digital flutterings over again. "I know how turned on you are when I touched it," she murmured, because it got so very hard, and my fingers were very sensitive... that's the other thing about it... " her eyes wider open and more glassy now as she blinked slowly, almost at regular intervals up at her "target." "The other thing... sometimes I thought I felt very sleepy, but I knew I wasn't asleep..." "The gem is spinning a little faster, just a little faster," I interjected, still in a whisper. "Deep deep green green..." Her breasts rose into her hands as she sighed and settled back. I watched her hips under the cream-colored simple slip, and thought I detected a tiny motion there. "...But I get so... so, ummm... it's like electricity or something, I get so sensitive, like my fingers on your penis could feel way inside it, way up inside you, John... And... when... you came... I never like that, you know... to taste it... before..." Her mesmerized litany had now raised me to full rampancy again, my stalk jutted out pointing at my subject as I stepped out of my trousers. "...And you said it was delicious, and then I really thought it would be...I thought how good it would taste, and I wasn't scared to... to drink it even, and then it was all hot in my hands, and I watched it come out and out and out..." Her fingers still circled and her palms still pressed against her soft hillocks, but I perceived definite wrinkles and puckers in her aureola. Her hips were sliding back and forth gently across the seat cushion too, but her eyes still blinked upwards languidly... This sight gave me a fiery pang, clear down to the root of my penis, buried back in my groin. It ached! "And as you talk about the pool, let the gem pull you to your feet, it stays right there before you," I whispered, and immediately she hoisted her body, with some difficulty, up out of her chair. Her voice didn't stop though, her face was now turned up towards the ceiling. I saw her throw her shoulders back, and the breasts were consequently pushed out and up. The hands circling, pressing, their fingers now brushing directly over the nipple area, their surrounds bulging a bit, and wrinkled and creased. "In the pool, the pool, oh God..." she breathed heavily... "Oh, Johnny, the pooollll... I came so hard, never stopped, felt it would go on and on... ohhh, I didn't even think... I didn't have to think, you were keeping me safe, Johnny, oh, I loved you so much, and then..." I had put a soft bath towel on her chair, now I moved very close to her voluptuousness, her soft, tender curved belly, and her fleshy but firm buttocks exposed as I simply slid her slip and panties right down her legs. I whispered that she could sit again, and that nothing mattered but her own pleasure and release. She was into it for good now! "... And then I drank your cream, ohhh, it was like thick thick tangy honey I felt so sleepy, your juice made me go to sleep, and then I dreamed it all over again!" Her eyes were almost closed now, but I still saw her moist pupils under her sagging lashes, and her nostrils were flared as I knelt in front of her chair. Now I whispered that the gem was beginning to pulse and glow in mid-air. "Yes, right in time with your own heightening, Rosie," I whispered, "Growinggg... and relaxing. Growing.... and relaxing, as you let yourself grow and relax too. "...And I was floating and the water ran all over me, alll over me, and I felt so alive..." she was babbling on, and now I saw her fingers stiffen out from her palms and she brushed their fans over and over the nipples, making them flip rapidly in their erectile state. "....right up, up between my legs..." And indeed between her own legs now my gaze was drawn inexorably. Her tummy wrinkled and folded as her abdominals became involved, pulling as it seemed inwards and upwards. There was her pubic hair, and right below it... right there below... The patch of hair extended right down past her labia, right down and past the puffy outer labia, which were still closed, there was so much flesh to them that her dark curly hairs were still dry, and the flesh of the labia still closed over her treasure. But her legs were still together. I stopped her chanting now, stood up and bade her just listen. "And my hands want to touch and arouse you more and more, Rosie," I said. "Now, look at my hands. Open your eyes and watch my powerful hands. Good, watch as I fold them over this pulsing jewel...closing and folding it in, watch every tendon and pad of flesh on my strong fingers, my strong strong hands, Rosie." Her eyes appeared almost in religious ecstasy as she "watched" me close my hands. "And I take all the power, all the throbbing power in the gem as well now, Rosie," I chant, and now I suddenly flatten my palms together, and I hear her gasp. "The gem is gone and my hands hold all the power, look!" Her lips part as she stares at my outstretched palms. I flex my fingers and her breath is louder now, she's almost cowering back, pressing into the chair, and her hands are pressing into her bosom, her tits are squashed a little against her chest, she is into the "hunted animal at bay" thing, apparently! The whites stands out all around her bulging eyes. "Now, drop your arms away from your hot, heavy breasts!" I say sternly, and down they flop, lying alongside her thighs that are clenched up and tense. Her breath is very rapid now, rapid and shallow. "You've wanted to feel my full power, Rose, and now you'll hear yourself ask for my hands to control you. You've wanted to, you're thinking about it now, think about it more and more... Maggie and Dan want to feel the hands too, and now speak!" Her trapped gaze follows the path of my hands as I kneel again, and bring them closer and closer to her thighs and knees. "Oh... oh... oh..." comes the panting response, and her hips lift slightly off the towel as she says: "Part my legs now, please! M-make them come ap-apart... make them open, please..." Another surge of her hips as I rest a palm on each knee, and slowly draw the thighs, drawing them bit by bit wider and wider, watching her genitalia as I do so. Her eyes have closed and her head rests back on the chair, her shoulders shiver and now those fat lips in their nest of hair are being pulled too, pulled apart like the first kiss onto sealed lips that are now only slightly stuck... now only held together by a narrow seal, now coming apart; pushed apart as well, because when the seal breaks, her moist, dark inner petals are immediately glistening in full flower! Without the puffy thickness of the majora, these would, I was sure, have protruded and extended well out from her pussy, succulent and fragrant and oh, so tempting! She's whispering "Yes, yes, yes..." hips lifting more as my palms slide right up to her pelvis, right up the quivering flesh of her full, luscious thighs, pulling her forward, she assists me, sliding her buttocks toward me as the thighs spread ever wider, the knees dropping open, falling apart... And then I stand suddenly, raising my hands to her sweat-bedewed face, my cock stuck up thickly and firmly, pulsing with its own desire! and her eyes are still wide and glazed, her fingers, stuck alongside her hips are clenching, scratching the flesh they can reach, the flesh of her hips. "And now," I say passing my hands before her as a magician weaving a spell, "now you feel completely open to my penetrating power, you are an empty vessel, you are a hungering emptiness, a hollow, slick, wet vessel that only yearns to be penetrated, penetrated and filled to your very center." Her breaths through her nose are short, sharp, fierce and regular, but her mouth has opened, her jaw dropped, her tongue licks her lips, her head tries to lift and drops back, her eyelids thicken and droop, and I feel as usual, a dangerous premature *panggg* of sensation along my carved bone. "As your absolute submission to me deepens, your voice fails." I don't want too much screaming, and it looks as if she might really let herself go this time! "It can whisper and speak softly, all your energy are focussed on that glorious, tingly emptiness now." "...yes..yes..yes..yes.yes.yes.yes..." come the soft sussurrations in response, as now I kneel again, gloating over the helpless desires of my lover. The hairs around about my target are no longer dry and smooth, but matted and dampened, the lips between look slickened as I can see her flattened buttocks now gently humping herself up towards my face, and my palms now slide up her hips, taking possession of those bulging glutei, holding her hips off the towel now, my pinky fingers stretched almost to where her anus must be, my shoulders sliding down the tendons now stretched and exposed in high relief. "Emp..ty..emp..ty..emp..ty..emp..ty.emp.ty.emp.ty..." Her face now jerks up into view as she watches my face through the gap in her titties, my face studying her cleft as I lift her up towards my lips, I hear a *clunk* as her head falls back against the wall, my hands feel her own hands nearby clawing and flexing, my tongue now extends... and I take my first taste of Rose. Her outer labia are the thickest, meatiest, firmest ones I've ever kissed! God! Each one is almost a mouthful! I revel in the unexpected thrill this gives me, pulling them out individually, releasing them to snap back with a tiny moist "slap" onto her expanded inner petals. Then I delicately pull them both back away from her vaginal opening. Her orchid blooms outward, gleaming and itself thick-leaved, then retracts as the rubbery outer flesh is again let free. "Slap!" I must see the clitoris now, before I taste it... aahhhh, she has a nice one, though it will always remain buried, it looks ripe and ready for a thorough slurping! Another opening of the curtain, and now my lips take possession. Her quiet happy mewling reaches my ears, and her fingers scratch against my wrists, too strongly! I pop out from her sodden delta again, remembering that I have "imprisoned" her hands at her sides. Standing up, I step to her upturned face, cock nearly pushing into her ear. "My. Hands. On. Your. Jaw," I say theatrically. "Your. Jaw. Drops. And. Your. Mouth. Opens." I turn her face sideways, and my cock feels each panting puff from her flared nostrils. I slide the glans into the heat, and feel her tongue drop to cradle the steaming head. "Open your eyes, and gaze up the length of my member," I order her quietly, and she's crosseyed as she obeys, humming in her passion. "The member is firm and hard like my hands," I continue, and feel her lips squeeze down and her head nod. *Panng-g-g!* Have to watch that, I don't want to come yet! "The member goes on and on, just like your emptiness, on and on. Place your hands flat under your buttocks now, stop flexing them." I don't even have to look, I feel another quick nod. *Pan-n-g-g-g*! "I will satisfy you now, empty vessel," I say. And as I turn away to find a condom, "Feel your beautiful sex open and flower, pushing outward waiting for the gentle, unstoppable inward penetration... penetration... more and more ready for penetration, beginning to crest already, feeling as if you are nothing but a hollow, tingly ache now..." Rolling the condom along my cock, her eyes still following it as it jiggles across the room and back, as it wobbles heavily in mid-air while I toss pillows on the floor at her feet, as I show her my palms again, drawing them repeatedly along my spike, as I let it slide across one nipple, bumping over the wide brown lump there, as it lowers below the horizon of her quivering belly... As her pelvis jumps in her palms when the penis bumps its questing nose against her thigh, as its heat now lies right along her cleft... as I tenderly part her fleshy curtain, and affix my bulb at her hungry gate, as she feels the hands urging her knees wider and wider apart, her sex pouting and parting as here it comes... The bulb passing into her chamber, her moist walls open and receptive, the purple flower pressed inwards with the slow thrust like the growth of a thick root of a tree in the moist forest soil and everything gives way inside her, and she knows distantly that her soft belly is now clenched, now relaxed, always quivering and shaking, the root STILL sliding inward, inward, the intrusion itself now enough to grant her a release... Oh yes, fill me, fill me, I'm wide apart for you, ah.ah.ah., there, and oh now what's happening... those hands, ah.ah.ah. yes the fingers they're RIGHT THERE next to my clittie, ah.ah.ah.ah. too many things to feel, almost as I feel a hot little splashy feeling, oh it swells up, how can it just keep coming in, my opening is stretching, ah.ah.ah.fil.ling.fil.ling.ah.ah.ah. ahhhhhhmmmm. Sooo fulllll... Sooo fulllll.... Soooo fullllll. But what, my lips are kissing out now, kissing out now it's leaving, ohno, no, I'm not ready, oh, yes I am another splash, clamp down on it, harder, so it will stay in, I'm turned inside out all my flesh pulling pulling, holding and splashing... ohgood ohgood it's stopping, now please fill me again, ah.ah.ah.ah. ohhh, the clittie, oh the fingers are pressing my fat fat lips against it, what? what!? Splash! Splashhh! everything's liquid, everything's jerk...ing and jigg...ling, big jiggly rubber lips on clittie, here it comes, here it comes, jigglyrubberjigglyrubberjigglyrubber... ...."Ungh!" comes her grunt as I thrust in to my limit, soaking in her brine, scrubbing those fat labia against her clitoris, her mouth wide open, wide, wide open, her vagina clamped, her feet leaving the floor, her head whipping sideways now, just holding myself there, letting her coast down a little, now sliding quickly out, rub the latex against her clit, and her feet lift again. "Holding now, continuous pleasure, my vessel, you're Rose again, you 're coming gently now, look at my penis, Rose." I stand up, her eyes shining as they follow my fingers as I trace my length, standing now at her side, swarming my palms over her tits, the cock almost touching the nipple, I bend the shaft up, it hurts it's so tight, but I draw it back above the nipple, up to my belly, and *SNAP* it down to bat against the nipple. Pang! Here's my own limit, watching her gelatinous flesh jiggle, sporting her engorged fruit rubbing against my heat... off with the condom! Snap! Panggg! Bend down, suck her other nipple HARD, and another Snap-Pang! this snap scatters little droplets over her flushed chest, my free hand slides down over the belly, and jiggles that clit again, and she gives a "yeep!", I'm leaking onto her nipple now, no, it's not a leak, it's... it's... a firm driblet, I have just time to bend over and suck her clit, then I straighten, arch my back, push my pelvis forward against her arm, and wriggle the shaft over and over the juicy nipple, with its own sweet little hole, spreading the fluid, groaning mightily, rubbing and jiggling my cock, as my testes fulfil their function, and my pleasure centers reward me for my indulgence. Smear the fluid onto both her nipples, bend and suck them in, taste my semen. I rested my palm over her mount, stood up and pulled her to her feet. She floated up, pressing her belly against mine, her eyelids fluttering against my cheekbone, then into my bed, covering up, stroking her sweat-matted hairs, closing my eyes, hearing her sigh and coo, and, just remembering to have her remain in trance until I would rouse her, I then offered my own sweet surrender to Morpheus. Blackness. ****** The Highway Hypnotist -Chapter 6, Part A Some time later, I awoke. My leg was thrown over a soft cushion, a hip mound a... Oh-h-hhh... it was Rose! What time was it now? 2:30 AM... God, I'm glad there was no business meeting coming up this morning... oh shit, but Rose had two! and now I remembered that they were important to her. Only because she was still in a trance had her anxiety not wakened and alarmed her. I whispered to her sleeping ear that she was ready for bed now, and led her back into her own room. There was the skimpy bathing suit she had planned to model for me...but I had been further than a G-string already! I watched as she went through a brief cleansing of face and hands, sat on the commode and peed (like a horse), donned a flannel nightie (how domestic!) and brushed her teeth, and got into her bed. During this time I was programming a deep, refreshing sleep that would leave her exhilarated and raring to go in the morning. I dumped myself back to bed, but now sleep didn't come back so easily for me. Rose and I would not see much of each other all the next day, Friday... and Saturday was our return drive day. "So much for activities," I thought sleepily, then remembered that I still had a good shot at some hot recreation with Maggie (and Dan) if I...if they...perhaps I 'd... I'd...and my eyes opened onto Friday morning. I am going to skip over Friday... it proved to be a hot and heavy experience, but when it was all over and I was napping during the late afternoon, I felt a little twinge of shame. Let's just say that all my needs had been met, except the tender feelings I missed from Rosie! I napped through the dinner hour. The rest made me allll better. After all, I told myself, those two sexy but shallow individuals had freely asked for it, though what they received may not have been exactly as they had anticipated! [NOTE FROM FranZAM: I will reserve that threesome for a separate story.] I called Rose's room a few times during the early evening, but no answer. I had begun to think about our final time (!) together, the long drive back home. I had some ideas, for instance, and had rented a van conversion (with tinted windows and captains chairs), but, what to do exactly? I felt at loose ends. Until about eleven-thirty that night, when I received a call from the woman in question. "Rescue me, OK? I'm in the bar. This other trustee won't take no for an answer, and he's too much a big shot for me to get mad... dammit, when will this stuff end?" I hurried over and, finding her in the lounge, used some excuse about the impending trip to extricate her from the beefy gentleman's hearty pats and farewell finger-kisses. As we walked back, she was fuming and tense. "He knows Jerome," she bit out. "He knows I'm monogamous, but... hell, he gets drunk, but that's not enough for Mr. Big, oh no!" (Monogamous? I thought wryly to myself, holding her gently by the elbow as we reached our doors.) "And I was going to help you pack all those new displays up," she added. " "It's already done, hon!" I reassured her. "Our New Veee...hickle awaits in yonder corral," and I pointed at the parking lot. "What... this?" came her exclamation, followed by a sigh. "John why do we need... it's... decadent!" She was the Honda Civic type. I showed her the storage for the new display units, but still she thought the palatial comfort unnecessary and gas-guzzling, and fretted at me. "Look, Rose, you're still edgy," I said, "we can talk it out inside," "Oh, sure," she sighed. "Just to get out of these shoes! I overdressed today." "I know just the thing," I murmured, and once inside, I sat her down in the armchair, knelt and removed her shoes. Her feet were hot, and she edged them away. "They stink, I just want to have a... a... I want to... mmmm. Mmmm." I had reached up and tapped her lightly in her signal spot. "That's right, Rose, that feels better doesn't it? Just relax those legs completely, the heavy arms, feels so good to relax, and when my hands reach your eyes they will close for just a few moments...Deeper, Rose. And deeper, Rose; we can talk before you sleep." Her figure was now sprawled out incongruously for its business attire, her hand lay heavily in mine as I tested for relaxation. Her hips had slid forward, hiking the trim navy skirt up to nearly mid-thigh on one leg. Her head dropped forward and sideways, and now her chin was nearly resting on her right breast. I renewed my foot massage, kneeling at her feet, and now I held both her feet and scissored them wide apart, her legs weighing heavily in my hands as my movement slid her rumpled skirt right up onto her hips. Her pantyhose were now completely exposed to me as I lowered her feet to the floor; I could see a slight yellowing in the crotch from a typical day's wear, and a fairly heavy, sweaty odor. The shadowy bulge of her amazing majora looked almost like a boy's penis under the thick cotton! "I'm pulling you straight down now, Rose," I crooned to her sleeping form. "You love being hypnotized and completely seduced, don't you." Her head twitched a bit. "You can't get enough of that feeling that, no matter how you resist, your master can make you do, and say, and feel anything he wishes. Say 'Yes, Master.'" "Mmm... yess, master," came the answer instantly, and a tongue tip emerged to brush the pale pink lips. "For instance right now, you know your underwear is a little soiled and a bit smelly, Rose," I said, "and you'd never want anyone to see you this way, in fact you'd try hard to keep anyone from looking, I know." I saw a furrow appear between her tightly-closed lids, and her hands move towards her skirt. Her knees twitched, but my hands rested on them, feeling the weak muscular effort she was making. "But how delicious you feel as I exert my hypnotic domination over you again, Rosie!" I said, more firmly. "...as you find you want me to cause you, not only to keep your legs spread apart, but now for you to feel your knees lifting up, for you to hold them up against your chest so my gaze can examine every part of your panties now. NOW! Hold the knees way up and show your master everything!" "Oohh, noo, please, please..." came the tiny whimper, but up came those plump knees, to be clasped by her grasping hands, as if she were her own gynecologist! Now her entire buttocks lay exposed, and I knew that, whether deeply entranced, or just "believing" that she was, it made no difference to my darling slave! "Feellls soooo gooood to show me your panties... feels so good and warm to obeyyyy..." "Ohhh, yessss," came her muffled response, muffled as her arms and bosom now nearly hid her face entirely. "Beg me to look at your hot panties, Rosie." "Please..." came the little voice, "please look at my hot panties!" Her knees rolled a bit from side to side. The yellowed area now showed a translucency in one spot, a telltale glistening of her lubricant. I urged her a little more, watching the imperceptible expansion of the glistening area. "But that's not enough now, Rosie," I said very firmly. "I want you to kneel right now on your bed and hold those smelly panties tight, tight, tight up against yourself... go on, kneel and push that skirt up out of the way, and push that hot bottom way up in the air for everyone to see! Good, good! Look at Rosie's smelly stinky panties everyone!" And while watching curvaceous rear end weave back and forth, I pushed an index finger right into the rearmost portion of her puffed-out flesh (now so prominent, with her damp cotton undies pulled right in by her tugging motions). "Are you ashamed, Rosie?" "Yes, yes, please let me down, please, please..." "No, you're not ashamed, Rose," I said, moving my hands all over her buttocks now, "because you know I'm in love with all your flesh, clean, dirty, skinny, fat, perfumed or smelly, I love alll your hot, hot flesh, my darling, and I must control you!" "Control me..." "That's perfect, Rosie, now feel this and listen carefully as you go down so deep into my power now..." I thrust my questing finger directly into her anus, pushing at least half an inch of panties in with it. A quivering stillness froze her. "Tomorrow you won't remember any of this, but your deep self does want so badly to be put in my control one last time. You will feel that for some reason your mind is very open to suggestion. Let it steal slowly across your mind tomorrow, Rosie; the feeling that you'd perhaps just like to try being put into trance, and your waking self will find it's the slowest, most seductive feeling, that you can enjoy fighting against, fighting and always losing, always giving in more and more, more and more..." I withdrew my anal probing slowly, leaving the panties dimpled right up into her pouty little sphincter. "...realizing that as much as you consciously wish to resist, that you feel naughty, that your struggles are only making your surrender more and more delicious, that your body will carry out the most WAN-ton, LUST-ful, FLAG-rant commands..." pushing into her crack again with each emphasis, "...no matter what your waking mind thinks. This is important, Rosie, I want you to feel gradual and complete LOSS. OF. Con-TROL." "Y-yess..." came her response, but with the slightest hesitation. "So listen very carefully now. " I let my inserted finger guide her ass around in small slow circles. "Tonight and tomorrow on the drive home you will hear *whispers,*Rosie. You will sense these *whispers* as if they were your own thoughts. You will not be aware of my voice or face as you think the *whispers.* You'll hear the *whispers* exactly as if you were thinking and feeling them yourself, all private and your own. During our trip home any *whisper* I utter will be your own private thought, your own private desire." I had her repeat these commands. "Yes. The whispers are my own thoughts." Time for a test. "Twinkle twinkle... *My nose itches, I have to sneeze*... little star. What did I just tell you, Rosie?" "Twinkle, twinkle lit-little s-staaAAAGCHH! aAAGHNCHH!" Her anus clamped over my intruding finger, then released with a noisy fart! as she sneezed once, twice, again, and again! I had to be more careful with these deep commands! Quickly I breathed "*The itch is gone, whew! that's all better now*" between sneezes, and after another one, her heaving form rested more quietly again. "What is the last thing you heard me say?" "Twinkle twinkle little star." "Correct. Now turn over, tell me you will obey your master, and then you may prepare for bed, and forget all my commands completely until tomorrow." "I will obey my Master," she said, rolling over and standing. I did not officially "wake" her, but tried another test: "Well, you'd better get some sleep. **It will feel good to pee, I really have to tinkle bad, John won't mind watching, it's leaking out!** You've had a long day of it, and now I'm gonna pack all the big stuff up tonight." She looked at me, slightly dazed, saying, "I feel better again! Thanks for rescuing me!" She was shifting around and fidgeting now, then said "Excuse me," stumbling a bit toward the bathroom, yanking down her very damp hose, the hissing sound of her bladder, then: "ahhhhh..." I moved toward the open bathroom door, and her only sign of awareness of this invasion of privacy was to tuck her knees closed a bit! **I'd really like to kiss him, he's so sweet to pack for us and I'm sooo sleepy!** I whispered, adding in regular voice: "I better go... How about a smooch?" She looked up at me with humid eyes. I bent over her face, our lips met, and she let her mouth soften a bit more, kissed gently once, once more, pressed my lips again and then pulled away. "I guess... good night, John." On the road againnnn-n-n... That we were, bright and early, driving right into the southeast, our sun visors lowered, our shades on, the van's a.c. already kicking in (according to the El- Luxuro All-Digital Dashboard) with a steaming thermos tucked into the console. I'd never driven in one of these Dufus- mobiles, and I felt like a kid on Christmas. Rose at the controls watched sidelong as I left my seat, and wandered around, pulling the cup-holders out, pushing them back, fiddling with the rear stereo, re-packing stuff to leave more passenger room, and just generally behaving like a twelve-year-old. About an hour into the journey I got it all out of my system, and sank back in my passenger-side "Barca-Lounger." Rose soon mentioned how easy it was for her to drive now, and thought I should explain in more detail how I had done it. I told her again about my "friend" who had in effect hypnotized me to help me stay more alert at the wheel, "Although," I added, "you were much more responsive... it only took me a couple minutes to put you under." "I don't... I don't really remember," she answered. "I don't even remember you mentioning hypnotism before I just... well, I don't know, and then I was driving with no more problems. I didn't know you were the Mad Scientist type!" This conversation went on for another half hour or so, with me revealing to her a little of my "obsession" with mesmerism, without going into painful childhood details; and that I had studied it as much as any amateur could. Then we stopped to stretch at a little shelter off the interstate. After the potty-break, Rose kept the conversation steered towards her own fascination with the trance process as we wandered across the already-hot asphalt, and peered at the inhospitable desert from the shade of a picnic shed. "Maybe we can try it again sometime," she said, looking far off toward the eye-searing landscape. "It's not really like that Dracula business, where women are always... you know..." "Yep, there's a stereotype there," I offered, "women are portrayed as helpless, powerless victims..." and I hooked my fingers and gave her the "stare," intoning in pseudo-Carpathian: "You arrre completely in my powerrrr, my beauty!" She was "hooked," and I quickly whispered **It's funny, but I really respond to him... I want more** I was the one who broke eye contact, as she chuckled then, but said, "It's... it's sick, or something, it's demeaning!" "Well," I responded, "it would be sick, if it were true, but the fact is that I have no "hypno-rays" pouring out of my eyes into yours, do I? Hmmm?" "N-noo... but..." **But I wish he did...** I interjected. Then aloud: "Not unless the subject wants to believe there are rays. Unless the subject finds it appeals to her." "But why?" came her soft voice as she stared out across the scrub brush and cacti. "Well, I'm no expert, but it seems to me for a couple of reasons. One." I snapped my fingers and she started a little, without turning round. "That you want to accomplish something you don't feel you could do all by yourself. Two. That somewhere inside you someone, maybe a little girl, is remembering the security of being obedient and cooperative, and that it made you feel good. Not all the time, maybe seldom, but we are social animals, and I think there's a spectrum, from tyranny, to leadership, to, umm, cooperation, and then through, ummm, unquestioning obedience, and I guess slavery would be at the far end." We moved back to the van, and settled in for a three-hour stint until our projected lunch stop. Before starting though, Rose said again, "I never pictured myself as a - a you know, a submissive person." "Submissive gives the wrong connotation," I answered, "like it's a weakness, but really it's a strength of imagination and responsiveness that make an ideal subject. And it's fun, if both parties know what they're doing," I added. "Like how?" "Like, well, you know that naughty swimsuit you never let me see?" She giggled. "I don't know that I'll ever wear that thing," she said. "I'm no exhibitionist." "But you bought it. What if I poured out my Magic-eye rays and commanded you... let's see..." I did my Burning Stare and Waggly Finger thing again, chanting: "'Ven ve reach the lunch area you vill vant to vear the suit, and you vill vear the suit during the lunch, and you vill feel wery wery goot about vearing the suit!' Would you?" "Would I what, wear the suit? Today? at lunchtime, in public?" She laughed and punched me in the arm. "Dream on, Bela!" "Can't blame me for tryink," I said mournfully, and we started off again. After another half-hour or so, I began with my first whisper... **Did he hypnotize me back there? I'm thinking about that suit! It's a sexy suit, I wonder if I'll wear it... I wonder if it turns him on to hypnotize me?** "You may recall I did all the packing late last night. I'm going to have a nap, OK?" "Sure, I feel goot for the drivink!" Rose responded, waggling her own fingers at me! "You are getting wery wery drowsyyy..." I reclined my chair, and, over the next hour snoozed lightly as she continued "drivink." I came up to awareness at some point, and without changing my posture, let my arm slide off the armrest sideways. After a minute or two, I worked on her some more: **He's cute when he's asleep,** I whispered, **I wonder if he hypnotizes himself?** Soon her soft fingers grasped my wrist, and lifted my arm back onto my seat. I didn't stir (except for my you-know-what!) and her hand lingered as it had on that first day, resting atop my own. Quickly my engorgement reached visible proportions, and I had to be careful not to change breathing or posture in the slightest! Her hand stroked my wrist again... she had to see that bulge, didn't she? I had no way of knowing for sure, but I would! **Nothing wrong with a little fantasy... I can drive OK and think about that lump now and again... it's big! I wonder what he's dreaming... it's so cute, he'd hide it if he were awake.** I heard a little giggle from the driver's seat! I couldn't sleep any more, but was condemned by my own pretense to sit there and pulsate, for at least another forty years! as I continued my subliminal seduction. **It looks so big... what would it feel like if I...** I left that one open-ended. Finally I felt her braking the van. I "woke" and shifted uncomfortably in my seat, which she seemingly ignored. "This is the place, isn't it?" she inquired, and sure enough, she had found that shady oasis, considerately constructed by the state highway folks... and we were alone there. There were tables under a stone and log shelter, surrounded by cottonwood trees; the scene was idyllic in the midst of the stark landscape. Our bath towels were spread out like tablecloths, and coolers unpacked, and we were munching good stuff and sipping the last of our coffee in the hot dry air. Rose's preconditioning was still at work on her, and as we sipped she asked me if I'd hypnotized myself in the car. "I guess I did, just to get a nice deep sleep... remember, I was up late packing!" I said lightly. "Mm-hmm, but, do you dream?" I thought I know what she was getting at, and I gave her a long, quietly intense look. "More than we better talk about," I said, and she looked away. In a moment, though, I heard her say "I've had dreams this weekend too." I let it pass, and she soon lightened up. "If you get us packed, I'll treat you to dessert." She sauntered back to the van, while I shook out towels and wiped off the plasticware. Then, around the back of the van came a sight to behold. She was sporting a giant straw hat she'd bought, sandals... and that curvaceous form was barely encased in the bright green thong bathing suit! I goggled at her obligingly as she stepped over to the table, holding a paper plate of fruit from the cooler. She was embarrassed a bit, I could see, so I kept it light. "Comfy?" She gave me an arched look in return, then tried her Svengali approach again, waggling her fingers (and those marvelous tits!) at me under her straw brim. "Vy don't you wear one und zee for yourzelf?" she hammed. "You are geddink zleepy... zleeepy... und you vill be a bathink beauty... yesss, a bathink beauty... eeee!" I was suddenly the slave, obediently standing and reaching... reaching for the ties of her G-string! "Yess, Masterrr, I am a bathing beautyyy..." I said, as she bounced away from my fingers, giggling. I stripped off my sport shirt and began "sleepwalking" round the picnic table after her. "I must pose for the contessttt..." I stopped after a lap or two, and began posing, hipshot and Cosmo-esque, to her outright laughter. "Brink to me the fruit, slave!" she giggled, "feed meeee... fee-e-e-ek!" I was now pelting grapes at her across the table. She returned fire, and it got out of hand... CONK! she "accidentally" beaned me with a Granny Smith! I reeled and theatrically sank to my knees, instantly she was at my side, still giggling but concerned. I was treated to a comforting (!) embrace, my head cradled in apologetic hands, her soft bosom perfuming the air just above. "You wore the suit, I hope you're aware," I now pointed out. "Yeah, but I did it because I wanted to," Rose said, then she pushed me away. "You cad, sir! Your injuries were a sham!" "Be honest now, you weren't going to do it untilll..." "Well, only 'cause there wasn't anyone else here," she finally allowed. "You can learn a lot about this, Rose," I said, "from observing the difference in what you THINK and what you actually DO." "You're not saying you MADE me wear the suit!" I didn't answer, but finished packing. "I don't buy it!" "You wore the suit," was all I would answer. After a short pause: "Can you do it anytime?" she asked. "What?" I returned. "Hypnotize me?" There, it was out! "You mean now?" She nodded. "Sure I could, you're obviously eager to experience a trance, I'd say you were more than halfway there already." "Halfway... you mean... but I don't feel sleepy!" But her eyes were now peering up at me from under her haystack. "Show me." "We have to be going back. Can I take a rain check? It's an empathy thing, I don't want to get sleepy if I'm driving!" "All right," she acquiesced, "that's the first sensible thing you've done all lunch! I'll go change." My hiss subtly changed those plans! **No, I'll just put on some things over it... I'm sure he's a gentleman and it feels so good...** Repacking over, I waited for her return. Now it was her turn to fiddle with controls, plug in a cassette, recline her chair, pull out a book, fidget, fuss and squirm. "What's up?" I asked. "I don't know why I decided to keep this on... I can't sunbathe in a car!" "What? The suit?" I said, adding subliminally: **I'm going to ask him more about hypnotism, it's sort of a turn on...If I took off these shorts it would feel really better...** "You can at least talk about it, or maybe you wouldn't even want to do that?" "What... the suit?" I joked, "I'd talk about that all day!" "No, about hypnotizing me... please?" She laid a hand on my arm, and shook it lightly. Bulllgggge! I "gave in." "You responded very well to my voice the other day," I said, interjecting more whispers now and again. **His voice is thrilling, sort of deep.** "...so I bet you can do yourself if you want to try." "Yes, teach me!" she demanded gently. "Do I need a pendulum or something?" "No, but I found you to be very visually imaginative, and I'd rather you not be watching the road again," I pointed out with a chuckle, "so you can reverse your chair, and I'll give you some ideas." Soon she was partially reclined, head near the dashboard, feet cocked up on the middle seat. I fed her another notion: **I could look at that chest all day, it's sexy!** "All right, relax your body now, and look... look at, ahhh..." "I'll count your chest hairs until I fall asleep!" she quipped, "you have enough of them!" "No, forget about me, about everything while you relax," I said. **I can't forget that voice! Why do I feel so thrilled? But I'll relax and hypnotize myself in a minute.** She nodded, and I instructed her to stare hard at a bit of chrome in the rear of the van. "Now begin telling yourself how relaxed you feel, over and over, but don't drop your eyes, when you are really relaxed tell me without looking away." **Maybe it would work better if I talked out loud...** I suggested, and in a moment I heard her. "...Relax, just relax now... how's this?" "I don't know," I joked quietly... how do YOU feel?" "Relaxed!" and she giggled a bit. "My armmms and leggs are sooo heavvyyy..." **It does work, they do feel heavy...oh yes, remember to stare really hard!** I inserted. Her face stayed straight ahead now, and her eyes widened, at first in an exaggerated fashion, but soon just wide, wide open. "Yes, I feel so heavyyy nowww, remember to stare at the spot, let my whollle body become heavy and relaxxxed, ahhh... yes, I'm relaxed already..." **My vision fuzzy... can't help thinking about John, thinking that John is hypnotizing me, it's easier if I imagine his voice...** "Everything's relaxing, very very relaxed," came her more detached murmur from the passenger seat, "My eyes are fixed on the light, it's getting harder to keep staring... I can't believe how fast it works, John! I feel a little floatinggg..." **I can go into a trance** I whispered, **letting myself dream a little about John's voice... John's hands... imagine them stroking me, breathing would deepen, eyes feel strained...** "Heavy arms, heavy legsss, my eyes are tired, so very tired, they are heavy and I can't keep them open much longer, ahhhh, I feelll myself beginning to driffft... I'm driftinnng, ahhhh.... ahhhh.... ahhh..." The Highway Hypnotist -Chapter 6, Part B Her breaths sounded like sighs now. Her face was an erotic study! As her lips barely moved with her murmurs, her eyelids were flushed dark, and they looked as fluttery as if she'd been given an anesthetic; her pupils roved searchingly between flurries of blinking, as her brows arched and strained upwards to try to hold them open. Full voice now, I told her: "The trance has begun. You're entering trance already, and you should continue to talk out loud, it will help deepen you. Finish your eyes now and let your awareness drift..." "...So heavy, I can't hold... cannn't hollld... heavierr, drooping down, down, closinggg... ahh" **Feels good to close, feels like John's stroking them closed...** "Oh, I'm so heavyyy.. so heavyy... I feel your fingers stroking my eyelids, heavier, making me feel so drowsyyy..." My own fingers were themselves stroking... stroking a thick staff of heavy flesh, nosing its spongy pink snout up into the open, teased and nurtured by my caresses. **I love stroking feelings, it's drowsy and sexy, drowsy and sexy... I can give up to the feelings... everything is so good...** Aloud I murmured quietly: "Head is heavy..." She responded. "Feel the hand stroking my armmm... so good, making my arm soo heavy, making my arms go to sleep, and... and... ahhh my head is sinking down into deep sleep, deeper and... annnn..." Her head now began a series of small jerks, as from one falling unknowingly asleep in public. Lower and lower her beautiful, blank face sank with each increment of her surrender! Faster and faster my encircling hand grabbed and pulled at the smooth, hot dry flesh in response! Too fast! I yanked my hand away, annoyed at myself. "Fool! I can jerk off like a bozo anytime!" I thought. "Save it for Rose!" I flicked my member sharply with a fingertip, and the naughty fellow saw reason, at least for a moment! I whispered: **I must be ready to surrender, yes, the feeling of lovely surrender is getting stronger, John loves it when I talk about surrendering my body to hypnosis...** "Rose," I said in a deep voice, and her head now just flopped all the way down onto her bosom. "Rose, your voice will tell you what you must do... what you are feeling deep within you now..." "Yes... I am giving in more and more to hypnosis, more.. and more... every word I say puts me so deep into hypnosis, it feels like you're stroking me... you're making me want to go into hypnosis so much... feels like your voice controls me and I want to feel controlled and I want to go way downnn deep into h-hyp... into hyppp... down... dowwww..." Another whisper. **Surrender to John is arousing me. I may just have to give in to my urges, soon I won't be able to resist them...** "Now you may tell yourself whatever you honestly feel, Rose," I urged. I didn't know how to hold myself back much longer, the hot blood had engorged me again to replete fullness, and the ache in my testicles was already strong! "I feelll... I can't believe how goood I feel, as if you were stroking me... all my arms and legs and shoulders and eyes feel stroked and soothed... sooooothing..." Her lips pursed to enunciate "sooothing," and out from my cockhead dribbled a first of what was to be several driblets, I kept my hands on the wheel, and glanced down to watch the pale lubricant burbling up and trickling down the dark rosy helmet. **I want to sleep in the nude now.** I hissed. "Johnnnyyy..." came her low croon, "Johnnnyyy..." "Yes Rosie..." I hummed in return. "I'm so sleepy that I want to take off all these things, all these things and just... I don't know, just float and be deeply relaxed... would it be all right?" I now challenged her trance. "My eyes would see your body, dear, because I love to look at it, Rose; anything YOU want is all right, you're the one deep in a hypnotic state now." "Yesss... allll my things..." Her hands stirred and dreamily began undoing her blouse, letting her breasts push out as the lapels fell back, began pushing the shorts down over the creamy flesh. "Umm... hard to move, feel so heavy..." I reached over and slid her shorts down to her feet, and she daintily lifted one foot, then the other, free of the encumbrance. I had to stop the van, the strip show had left me unable to concentrate on the road! I'd seen an exit sign; I had to "hold out" four more miles though! **I'm starting to feel naughty, little by little,** I implanted, **I can pretend he does have those rays in his eyes, and then I can pretend I'm just in his power... and then I can do or say whatever I want!** "Ohh, Johnnn..." she breathed, "it's sooo niice... I never thought hypnotism could feeell so nice... can I stay asleep forever?" Her legs again were stretched beyond my vision, but not her bosom! the luscious hillocks slid about under their sling as she stretched her upper torso and rotated her shoulders. **I can smell him... it's like a heavy perfume, I can tease him, if he likes that... I want to play helpless, it's getting me excited...** She smiled like a contented cat. **I'll even tell him some little secrets, yes, he'll love to hear about all my deep secret sexy things, I want more and more to arouse him...** "Can I open my eyes now?" came the little girl- voice that shot straight down my spine and up through my fleshy column. "Only when you're so very deeply hypnotized that you don't even think you are hypnotized," I now improvised. "Only when you have made yourself completely aware of your state." "Oh..." she sighed, "I could go deeper if you looked at me with your eyes, Johnny..." "All right, Rose," I breathed, speaking quietly now because I'd reached that point where every event seemed somehow connected to my balls... at last! here came the intersection, thank God! "I'm sure that you want to experience the powerful rays pouring out of my eyes, to put you deeper." "Y-yess!" she breathed, "oh, yes, I know you're looking all over my body, and I like it, Johnny, I can't even stop liking it anymore, it's getting me a little excited, is that all right?" Her torso was grinding now, all her parts seemed to be gently in continuous motion... "When you feel the car stop, Rose, then it'll be safe for me to look at you. Completely." I saw her bosoms catch in their seductive orbit, then resume. "Then you can hypnotize yourself even deeper using my eyes. All right..." I husked, "I'm going to park off the road a bit, we're all alone, and no one can see us." As I parked in the shade of the interstate overpass, I HOPED we would be left alone! There wasn't much traffic. I left the engine and the AC running, and finally put it in PARK. Before I told her to open her eyes I gave her what I hoped would be her final "cues"... **I want badly to be hypnotically seduced. I know that John wants badly to seduce me. I must have it, and I feel daring now that I need it so much, I think I would do anything he suggests.** And now I tracked my own chair back as far as it would slide, so we were more face-to-face, angled inwards towards the other, and said, "When you are ready, your eyes can open, but if they remain a little heavy, a little humid and moist it's very erotic for me." "I know you feel erotic Johnny, I feel so free now, may I open my heavy heavy eyelids just a bit?" asked the little girl. "I will allow them to open," I granted, and watched her lids flutter and blink their way to about half-mast. I heard her reassure herself almost in a whisper: "Gently... gently open just a bit, be careful to stay asleep, I can do it, I can stay asleep while my eyes... opennn... yesss... I can see you now, I'd better just look only at you... only at..." Her breath caught again as her dreamy gaze caught sight of a length of paper towelling which I had just draped over the flaming totem jutting upwards from my lap. I saw her slide her eyes carefully up and away from the obvious, and when they met mine I was careful at first to keep my own gaze almost averted. "I will allow you to decide what should happen, Rose," I said. "From looking at you though, you are certainly profoundly hypnotized right now. And you look so lovely, rose! so aroused that I might bring you to a crest just by examining you with my eyes." "Ohhh, I'd like that now... I think I'm all ready for your eyes... I feel so... I want to TRY things... please, Johnny, it's all so new! I'm ready for you to look.." Indeed, I thought I could feel the heat radiating across the compartment from her flesh, and my nostrils were screaming "LUST! Attention, male, LUST alert!" **I've decided to give up completely now, I can't help it ,** I whispered, adding aloud: "Now, Rose, I want to tell you what you will experience. Are you listening carefully?" "Yes.... yes... I'm ready, truly I am!" "I must tell you that you're now very susceptible to the power in my gaze. Your eyes will at first feel locked onto mine, then it will be as if your whole mind and body were floating quickly up, all weightless and helpless, just pulled right into them and you might feel a wonderful dizziness, and while you experience this surrender, nothing will exist but eyes. Nothing will exist, and then when you hear a voice say loudly 'I am completely open to you my master,' you will return to your body and we will begin satisfying your needs. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" I said forcefully. Her breathing quickened, her tits jiggling in their bright green halter. "Yes... do it... do it..." Then I raised my face, opened my eyes and took her. "Ohh..ohhwohhhwohhh..." came wrenching from her as her eyelids shot up wide as a terrified baby doe's, and I moved forward and up out of my seat and brought my face smoothly right up close to hers, and all her wriggling and fidgeting stopped as her arms dangled down at her sides, splayed open and listless, but her panting sounded like the last stages of a Lamaze exercise, out of which I soon heard her trying to speak. "I-I-I-I am completely open to you my master!" she burst out, almost in a shout, between her clenched teeth. I held her chin. "Relax, you are floating in hypnotic space, your voice is deep and heavy and completely obedient, repeat your phrase." Her jaw loosening, she repeated it. **I want to make him lust for me, I'll tempt him, I'll stretch and display, I feel so open and ready now...** I whispered. I sat back. "And here we are back, now, Rosie," I said commandingly. "We're back from space again, just we two. Your arms are splayed out from your sides, your legs have begun a faint trembling, your flesh is full and hot in your tight confinement, and I am trembling myself as I begin to survey your hot tight flesh, tell me where my eyes are stroking you, tell me about your sensitive, responsive flesh." "Oh... oh... my eyes... looking into my eyes... I feel hot..." I broke our gazes now and made theatrically sure my new direction was clear. "My shoulder... feels like sunbathing, hot and tingly mmmm... I want to stretch for your eyes, under my arms, ooo like a warm breeze I get very stimulated there..." Her hands were lifted sensuously up behind her head now, like a 1940s pin-up. "Yes I see your muscles flex and stretch, yet your warm flesh is so beautifully curved and folds so prettily, feel my gaze right in the folding of your arm." I was trying to respond to her erogenous cues. The Eye moved on. "You'll be able to speak to your lovers from this moment forward about your likes and your wants, shall I look just behind and under your ear, at the smooth, strong neck, and the tiny tiny hairs lying so soft right under your ear?" "Mmm-hmmm, but look under my arms just another minute, please?" "Oh yes, I see the lovely short fur there, are they sensitive?" "I feel all on fire, John, I can tell you now, can't I? I'm feeling very, VERY good, Johnny, please brush your lips under my muscle, please?" Of course I obliged, it was like leaning into a narcissistic Centerfold girl, she was stretching her neck, twisting sideways observing her armpit as my cheek and lip began to graze up and down. I was so close to her breasts again, and her soft hills were now so temptingly near! and I saw the wantonness of the nipples echoing my own outcropping . "I'm breathing in your second most intimate scent now," I sang into her receptive ear, "the scent as sweet as heather but with your own salty tang..." and I tongued the moist, salty underfur lightly, looking down along her sides to observe her quiver. "And now my eyes are drawn... drawn to..." "Yes, look at my chest, I can't wait, please look, look, oh oh I feel it, I feel it, I feel it they're aching Johnny you can look, please, look h-h-hard right... mmm!" "I want to see you now, Rosie, keep your hands behind your head, you know how arousing you are to a man, it makes you aroused too. Say whatever you want, it's like poetry, my darling Rosie, ask to show me, to show me your..." The tits lifted toward my eyes, then, with each huffed exhalation, they jiggled back downward as my hands brushed up and down into and over her armpits. "You can look at my titties now, pleasssse..." She was crooning or mewing gently, watching my ardent gaze lighting first on one breast, then the other. Her lips were parted so sweetly, looking bee-stung, her eyes drooping with erotic heaviness as she rotated her shoulders luxuriously into my caresses. I was receiving "Final Warning Notices" in red from my groin, but I'd never, EVER experienced anything like what was happening to me now! "Keep your hands behind your head and push out those hot titties towards me, Rosie, I love your titties, and your... unh... your deep sensitive nipples, you're teasing me, but when your titties feel my... unnh... my gaze you'll... Oh God, Rose, I'm looking right up into your nipples now, unhh... oh talk to me darling, you're making me... making me..." I had untied her thongs, releasing her soft mammaries to bounce freely, but they did not! Her arm position and her own hot blood had stiffened their flesh somewhat, the blue-veined traceries seemed very pronounced against the mottled redness of her blushes, and those nipples! If I die, I want always to remember those nipples, and their surrounds, gnarly and puckered as an old man's fist, deep purple, poking far up from her blush- cream flesh, anxiously questing toward my open-mouthed wonder-filled gaze. "Look h-hard at them!" she said, in a high monotone, "I think I'm... I think I'mm going... I'mm goingggto, oh please no, oh please no, ohnnn please nooo..." Her abdomen stiffened, her nostrils flared, her neck tendons stood out, but in my imagination her nipples were vibrating, they were stiffening further, they were sending out thin jets of... thin jets of scalding... jetssss... My loins ached as I spewed out my seed over my shorts, underwear, upholstery; my knee felt a few droplets as I braced my palms against her ribs, feasting my watering eyes on her glory, now tearing my glance away to stare as ardently into her half-closed eyes as I could, to husk out: **He's commanding me to let go. I'm having an orgasm now. I'm trembling and coming. I love it.** How her eyes snapped open, then closed tightly! How her nipples bored into my palm as she pressed her titties up into my caress! How the breath caught and whistled through her up-tilted nostrils as my lips now possessed her sweet mouth, my tongue gaining instant admittance to stab and swirl round her own! How she moaned as my palm swept over and over the marble-hard protrusions, flicking them, rubbing against them, sliding down her taut stomach, soft and curvy no more but hard with her crisis, how it fluttered and clenched as she moaned "comingcomingcoming" into my tender mouth! "Go with it all the way, darling," I crooned once finding my breath again, my cock softening an dipping into a slimy puddle of its own making against my thigh. I pulled her unresisting hands down to hold against her belly... "Come as much as you want... come deeply now." "Yes, commme, commme..." she continued, rolling her pelvis into my free hand. Her swim thong was now completely encased between the florid pink folds, buried deeply in her humid crevice, and I simply untied and pulled the aromatic wisp of fabric away, and held her hip gently, as a trainer would calm a thoroughbred after a mighty race. Her knees pressed tightly together, and I didn't disturb them as I saw her quiet convulsions diminish slowly, and her head cease its flailing. "I will possess you again this day, my darling." Her abdomen fluttered again, but her eyes remained tightly shut. "You want me to share all your secret sexual thoughts and desires, and you will babble them helplessly to me if I command you. Inhale deeply. Yes. Smell that musk. Your nostrils pull in my own scent, darling." My hands press hers into her sweat-beaded belly, and gently move up once again to cup and treasure her adorable bosoms. "The sight of you alone pulled the seed straight out of my manhood." I watched her face. "The sight of you made my Cock Shoot Off." I felt her tits quiver. "My DICK got thick and hard and squirted out just from seeing your gorgeous tits!" She moaned lightly, and her tits surged up against my hands again. "Yes, my little helpless hypnotic slave," I tried, "you want to be dominated, you like that talk eh? My Thick Cock squirting up your armpits, right into your pits, right over your tits, are you going to come again while I talk dirty to you? What are you feeling now, my little slut? Stretch your arms back behind you and waggle those hot tits at me. That's right, waggle those hot titties; you're so deeply hypnotized, tell me what you feel down here. Tell Me!" Her contractions were resuming, more jerkily now, as I kneaded those tits and pinched the still-firm nipples gently. "I'm hot, I'm HOT!" she hissed back at me, as if the words were dragged reluctantly out past her tense lips. "I'm so... I'm..." "This dirty talk just Tit...Till...Ates you, doesn't it?" I said, firmly. "Your nipples are hard, and you feel real... horny... that's right, jiggle harder, jiggle your legs too, you're horny right between your legs, I control you completely! Later you're going to come begging your master to shove his Big Thick Dick right between those legs, aren't you? You're going to strut your horny butt for your master's eyes, you're going to kneel, and push that hot ass right up into my face and beg to feel my hot cock, my hot cock slide right up those cheeks..." She was into another orgasmic series already. I moved my face up, sucked and bit her nipples and she cried out. Slid up further, shoved my mouth against her sweat- soaked armpit, licked and tickled her armpit and neck and ear, breathed hard into her ear, slickened her neck and shoulder with saliva, ran my tongue right up the front of her clenched face, over her squinting eyelids, jammed my tongue tip between her lips, forced her jaw open and mashed her lips flat with mine. "Look in my eyes! Tell me now, little slave, babble out to me as you come and come to my command!" I ordered. "You will beg me to Fuck you. To fuck you in right into that..." Her eyes opened, and her taut throat released its burden with a harsh caw. "Fuck me in my pussy! My pussy! I'm coming, it's heaven, I'm coming over and over, oh John, oh master, make me comemakemecome..." "Deeper than Pussy, slave! You Want Master In Your Hot, Deep... Cunt! Say CUNT!" She did so, over and over, now crooning, now shouting, now gasping as my mouth slid all the way down to the above-named apparatus, and savaged all her parts in ways more suited to the sluttiest pornography than this delicate work of literature! * * * Under an unnamed interstate viaduct, passing motorists could see a maroon van conversion parked in the shade. Its tinted windows gave no clue as to the interior. And what about that interior scene? Had they possessed the old X-Ray Glasses at around 2 PM that day, they would have observed: That the rear portion of the van was packed with luggage and strange-looking gear. The two front seats were unoccupied. The mid-portion of the roomy van was now a bed. Propped up against the rear partition, a man lay naked, his legs out in front of him, bent at the knee. Against his thighs were pressed two female buttocks, belonging to his hypnotized lover. She was facing him, reclining a bit, with her own knees bent open draped over his. Her sex was pushing up against his own. Closer inspection would cause our observer to cream his jeans almost immediately! My cock, only semi-erect, was shiny with her lust-liquid that she was even now spreading from the thick, very thick protrusion of her inner and outer labia. My dick was nearly enfolded lengthways by those puffy slabs of meaty flesh on either side, as one of her hands lazily pulled my flesh inwards, tucking it into her slit. She occasionally vibrated my spongy cockhead against the top of her envelope, as her sleepy voice, to my order, talked of her sexuality: "... I've gotten so hungry for sex now," she was murmuring, "I thought I was faithful to Jerry but now, that mmmm, that big thick cock of yours just feel so right! MMmm, it's my big thick playtoy, Johnny..." mashing me a bit painfully inward against her pubic bone... "I don't think I ever want to ummm, to stop, look at me, I'm so shameless!" Her butt contracted and released, sliding her whole pelvis up and down before my eyes. We had been "relaxing" after that last awesome climax, achieved just by looking at each other, and I had been encouraging my subject to be more verbal with Jerome, as she had already gotten with me. I had talked about ways she could gently introduce some of the things she found so exciting, little by little, into her married life... costumes, oral sex, and so on. She told me that they both had been very straightforward, with little imagination, but plenty of love for each other in their bedroom. "That looks wonderful, darling," I encouraged her. "Just put your head back, let those luscious titties poke out. What about anal sex? Ever done it, or thought about it?" Lazily, without any hesitation, she simply took my question in stride, shaking her head. "No, it's too dirty, I think. I don't like that idea, not like THIS..." and she gave my rather feeble erection another inward "mashing." "Doesn't he want to poke into my hot cunt pretty soon? Cunt, cunt, CUNT!" pouting and giving the schlong another pelvic jiggle, but she failed to overcome the flaccidity brought on from four recent orgasms. "Men might feel challenged and overwhelmed with that kind of talk, Rose," I pointed out to her. "I know I would if Cecily "dared me to get hard... you have to accommodate our needs, just as we should find out what YOU want. With your imagination and ability to enjoy many different things, Jerry can let you get as many highs as you want, before he takes that 'plunge.' I got off just watching your bosom jiggle!" This was a down-slide in erotic tension... I could hypnotically induce more crises in Rose, but not myself! She'd come... who could count the little flares and quakes in today's trip alone? I told her to fall asleep, and her butt sagged downward heavily over my lap, and her arms fell away to her side. Soon the deep breathing was whistling through her nostrils, even a light snore puttering sweetly into my ears. I disengaged, dressed, and continued the drive. After an hour I had her take over for most of the rest of the day though, and my nude chauffeuse squired us back into humid grungy civilization before I awoke in the early evening. She dressed, and we had a last dinner. Not much conversation, we both felt exhausted and subdued. Her adventure was coming to a close, and I... I couldn't grant myself the absolution of amnesia as I was to do for her! As we reentered the van for the last two-hour drive, the aromas of heavy sex lay within like a fog, and she held my arm tightly after we squared our possessions and gear away. Her arms snaked around my neck, her face tilted up to mine, and a deep kiss pulled my breath from my lungs to hers. "You're gonna do it, aren't you?" Meaning the amnesia. How much HAD my plump, pert companion remembered of the past four days? I would have bet a lot that I had had her "under my power" completely, but... even as I began a rapid induction sequence, I thought I caught a glint in her dark brown eye, a glint that I hadn't expected to see! Then the orbs were shuttered by her eyelids, and I "played fair" by doing my level best to erase all memories of sex from her waking mind. I had to test her, and stiffened her left arm out from her shoulder. It remained reassuringly steady in stiffness and elevation for twenty miles or so, I was sure she wasn't in the kind of shape that would make that catalepsy possible through will alone... I roused her, with no suggestions of further trances or such, and we chatted until her subdivision came in view. I backed up her driveway, Jerome appeared beaming and chuckling to see his beloved. His treasure, that MIGHT soon surprise him even after fifteen years of marriage! I drove away in a few minutes, almost unnoticed by Rose. Jerry waved distractedly good-bye from the midst of a melting kiss from his wife. My last sight of them for a good many days was as follows: He's toting her stuff up to their garage. Her arm is around his waist. As I drive away, her hand slides down onto his butt, and I see him jump, startled! Cissy might like to try some hypnotism, I thought to myself, hmmm... THE END [END] Brian C. 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