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   Hypnotic Control

   By

   Nessus

   MC FD

   Life was pretty good.  At 33 years of age and still single, I had
achieved continual success in my burgeoning industrial law practice and
life was damn good.  I drove the latest model Porsche, owned the building
in which I had my office and enjoyed the company of many beautiful women.

   It all changed when Julie, my personal assistant asked a strange
question.

   "Have you ever had an eastern massage, Dan?" she said out of the blue
when we were going through the day's diary.

   "What?" I asked, startled.

   "An eastern massage, " Julie said with a dreamy look in her eyes.  "It's
wonderful."

   "I'm sure it is.  Now, can we change this meeting with the Patent
Office?"

   "Rumiko does them," she said, ignoring me.  "She's very good at it and
you should have one, it will remove all that stress."

   "I'm not stressed.  Who the Hell is Rumiko, by the way?"

   "Rumiko Araki, your tenant who rents the floor below us?  You have met
her, haven't you?"

   "I think so," I said and a picture of an older slightly plump woman with
Asian features came into my mind.

   "She said you would enjoy a massage so I booked you in for Thursday."

   "Well, you can cancel it, Julie.  I'm not interested in massages.  Now,
can we get back to work?"

   I forgot all about it until Thursday when I saw Rumiko Arak scheduled as
the last appointment of the day.  "Julie," I said, exasperated.  "I thought
I told you to cancel that?"

   She looked puzzled for a moment, then a strange look filled her face
while she spoke.  "I called her and she was so nice but insisted you needed
a eastern massage.  Rumiko has seen you many times and would like to meet
you so I left it in."

   "Julie," I asked, concerned with her drowsy tone, "are you ok?"

   She blinked and then smiled.  "Sure, why?"

   "No reason," I said, realising I was going to have to meet this Rumiko
but I was damn sure I wasn't having any stupid massage.

   Rumiko greeted me in her reception area.  "Dan," she said, smiling
warmly at me and I felt drawn to her dark eyes as she took my offered hand.
She was slightly shorter than I was, a little plump with long black hair
and she was dressed in a white smock, kind of like dentists wear, and blue
trousers.

   "Rumiko?" I asked hesitantly and she bowed slightly.

   "Correct.  Rumiko Araki.  I have seen you many times as you rush in an
out of this wonderful building you own.  You are, if I may say so, a very
handsome young man with your blonde hair."

   Strangely, I felt myself blushing.  "That's kind of you, Ms Araki," I
blurted out and realising she was still holding my hand, withdrew it from
her clasp.

   "Please, call me Rumiko and I will call you Danny.  Follow me, please."
Stunned, I followed her through the door to a dimly lit room and Rumiko
gestured at a massage chair, which faced a wall covered by a large oblong
mirror.  I opened my mouth to tell her I wasn't having any massage but I
didn't get a chance.  "Remove your coat and tie, Danny," she said in that
throaty mellow voice of hers, "and sit in the chair."

   I did so while she busied her self behind me and soon a musky aroma
filled the air and soft music began.  As her fingers gently started to
knead my shoulders.  "So tense," she said and I felt myself relaxing as the
musky perfume and the low insistent beat of the music filled my senses. 
"So very tense, you work so hard you must learn to relax," she said softly
and I closed my eyes.  "Open your eyes, Danny, for a moment and look at the
light in the mirror." My eyes were drawn to a small light reflected in the
mirror that was slowly flashing in time with the music.  "Relax and watch
the light," Rumiko's soft voice whispered in my ear.  "You are relaxing,
you are drifting with music and the light is beckoning you to your special
resting place.  Relax," she kept saying while her gentle fingers alternated
between caressing and kneading my shoulders and neck.

   Suddenly, the massage was over and I blinked my eyes, aware that the
music had stopped and the light had vanished.  "All over," Rumiko said
switching on the lights.  "How do you feel?"

   I had to admit I felt wonderfully refreshed and very relaxed.  "I feel
great," I enthused.  "That was really fast."

   "Fast?" Rumiko laughed.  "It was over an hour."

   Shocked, I looked at my wristwatch and saw she was right.  "An hour?" I
stuttered.  "But it felt like a minute or two."

   She patted me on my arm and I tingled to the touch.  "Danny," she said
in that soft voice, "my special eastern massage takes your mind to a zone
that allows you to divest yourself of pressures and control."

   I laughed.  "Almost sounds like hypnotism."

   Rumiko smiled.  "Yes," she said simply a sly smile on her face, "I
suppose it does."

   "Well, thank you, Rumiko.  Will you send me a bill?"

   Rumiko bowed slowly.  "No charge, it is my pleasure.  Goodnight Danny."

   I slept like a log that night and woke feeling so alive and so
refreshed. Whistling, I drove into the basement car park of my office
building and turned the engine off.  I had arrive fifteen minutes earlier
than I usually did and was ready to dash over to the elevator when a
strange thing happened.

   I couldn't get out of the car!

   Desperately, I tried to get my arms to move to unlock the door but my
own body would not obey me.  I sat in the car, my hands resting on the
steering wheel for about ten minutes while I tried to will my body to move
but with no success.  Was this a stroke?  Was I dying?  A million desperate
thoughts ran through my mind while I sat staring at the basement wall
through the windscreen of my car.

   The sound of another car riving into the basement drew my eyes to the
rear view mirror and I saw a dark coloured sedan park a few spaces away
from me.  Suddenly, I found myself moving, getting out of my car with my
briefcase and walking to the sedan.  With a flourish, I opened the door and
Rumiko, seated in the driver's seat, smiled up at me.  "Good morning
Danny," she said swinging her legs out of the car to stand beside me, her
perfume washing over me.

   "Good morning Rumiko," I croaked, picked up her bag, closed the door and
followed her to the elevator.  She was dressed in an elegant charcoal grey
business suit and suddenly appeared to be so beautiful that my heart leapt
into my throat.

   As she pressed the elevator buttons for both our floors, I suddenly
blurted out, "You are beautiful, Rumiko!"

   Rumiko smiled at me as the elevator doors opened at her floor and took
her bag from me.  "Thank you Danny, you are a cute boy yourself." She held
the door open, looked around the empty hall and smiled back at me her dark
eyes twinkling.  "Look at my legs, Danny," she whispered and my eyes
watched her legs as she walked away.

   As the door closed I was hit with a tidal wave of arousal, my cock
surging to rampant hardness and I was filled with a desperate need to cum.
I desperately rushed into my office, holding my briefcase in front of me to
hide the tent my trousers and slipped into my bathroom.  Eagerly, I dropped
my trousers and gripped my cock with my hand and started quickly jerking
off, figuring it would take just a few moments, as I had never been this
aroused before.

   I was wrong.  Again and again, I got to the edge of orgasm, my arousal
building each time but I could not come.  The act of fulfilment was denied
to me.  Finally, depressed and angry, I dressed and returned to my desk to
try to concentrate on work while I puzzled over what had occurred to me.

   All morning I sat behind my desk as my cock remained hard and I was a
fever pitch of arousal with my mind filled with constant images of Rumiko's
beautiful face.  To Julie's surprise, I cancelled appointments, worked the
telephone, grumpily declined her offer to go out for lunch and ate at my
desk.  At the close of the day, I waved goodbye to her and burrowed deep
into my paperwork, my cock pounding and still fully hard.

   Suddenly, I stood and walked down to Rumiko's suite.  Her door was open
and she was seated at a desk as if she was waiting for me, her legs
elegantly crossed and my cock surged again.

   "What have you done to me?" I croaked, my body trembling.

   "Hello, Danny," she smiled.  "Having trouble with something?" Her eyes
travelled to the bulge in the front of my trousers.

   "What have you done?" I repeated, face burning in embarrassment.

   "Done?  I am sure you can work it out but it is obvious I have taken
control of you." She smiled and, once again, I realised how beautiful she
was, even though I knew she had induced that feeling within me.

   "Why?" I stammered.  "Why?"

   Rumiko shrugged.  "Why not?  You are a beautiful young man and I have a
penchant for blondes.  I do what I want.  Now," she stood and smiled at me.
"Would you like me to show you a way you get to cum?" She didn't wait for
an answer and walked into the massage room.

   I stumbled in after her and she was seated on a chair, her legs crossed,
calmly waiting for me.  "Take your clothes off," she murmured and, driven
mad by my pounding cock, I hurriedly complied and stood naked before her.
Her eyes fell to my throbbing cock, jutting from my groin.  "Nice," she
said softly, "a natural blonde.  You should kneel." Flushing in
embarrassment, I knelt naked before her and waited.  "Start," Rumiko said
simply, a soft smile on her lips and, trembling with arousal and
humiliation, I started masturbating before this fully clothed woman.

   After a while of frantic stroking I was not any closer to coming and I
raised my eyes to her face in a unspoken desperate plea.  Rumiko smiled. 
"Look," she said in that soft voice uncrossed her legs and opened them so I
could see up her skirt, past the lace tops of the stockings I now saw she
wore.  My eyes fell on the flash of white that was her silky panties and I
groaned as I rushed over the edge, spurting over her floorboards as I
pumped myself dry.

   Rumiko smiled, adjusted her clothing and stood.  "It's very simple,
Danny.  You get to come when I put you in certain situations that only I
know.  That was a free sample but next time my pleasure will come first." A
box of tissues dropped in front me and, humiliated, I wiped up the result
of my orgasm.  "The bathrooms in there," Rumiko said and I disposed of the
sodden tissues, then slowly got dressed while she watched me.

   "What happens now?" I asked quietly.

   "You will be available when I want and you will please me until I grow
tired off you.  You can go now but I'll see you tomorrow night." I looked
puzzled and she laughed.  "You'll know what time and how to get there when
the time comes."

   Dejectedly, I walked to the door, her laughter following me.  "Be happy,
Danny," she called.  "I might never get tired of you and we may get
married. Who knows?"

   I could still hear her laughter as I walked down the stairs to the car
park.

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