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                                "Wind Chimes"
                                   Part 1

        We sat down on the porch and looked out across the bay. It was a
beautiful evening, and I was sure it was only going to get better. Jane
wore a loose-fitting sweater against the slight chill, but her jeans looked
like they had been painted on. We were both barefoot already, having been
wandering around on the shore for several hours. She looked a bit tired, 
which was to my distinct advantage.

        The breeze ruffled her long dark hair, and she leaned back and sighed
wearily, contentedly as she ran her fingers through it, straightening it. 
With her eyes closed and her breasts thrust forward, I had a perfect image of
the way things were soon to be.

        "Long day, huh?", I asked quietly, as the wind chimes tinkled softly
behind me.

        She nodded, eyes still closed, and stretched in her chair.

        "Hmm, yeah. This was great, Laurie. You have to invite me over more
often", she said with an embarrassed giggle.

        Oh, I will, Jane, I will.

        I smiled.

        "How are you feeling?"

        She opened her eyes and looked at me curiously.

        "Fine. A bit tired, that's all. Why do you ask?"

        I shrugged. "No reason. I find walking on the beach to be so relaxing
that sometimes, when I get back, I can hardly keep my eyes open. And then I
sit here and listen to the gulls, to the chimes, and it's just so nice."
        
        She looked past me to the wind chimes, ringing softly up in a corner
of the porch. Keep looking, Jane, keep looking.

        "Hmm, yeah, they are nice. They sound so pretty." She smiled happily,
innocently, as she watched the chimes dance slowly in the breeze.

        "Yes, Jane, they are nice, aren't they? They sound so pretty, so
soothing. And they're so pretty to watch, moving slowly, back and forth, 
just drifting aimlessly in the breeze. They sound so pretty, they look so
pretty, don't they, Jane?"

        "Hmmm, yeah", she said dreamily, a smile on her face as she settled
deeper into the chair. She was still watching the chimes.

        "Sometimes I come out here and just sit and watch them for hours.
They are so pretty, I find that after a while I can't take my eyes off them,
I just want to keep watching, keep listening to them. They are so pretty, 
the sounds, the way they sparkle when the light hits them. Can you see the
way they sparkle, Jane?" I shifted in my chair as I watched her.

        "Hmmmmm.....yeah....light...sparkle.....so pretty.....like a dance...
always moving.....turning....twisting....sparkling....so pretty....."

        "Yes, Jane, they are so pretty. Can you imagine just sitting there
watching them? Not wanting to look away, not letting anything else disturb
you? Just sitting there letting them dance for you, hearing them tinkle and
ring for you? Just for you, Jane, only for you. Just you, Jane, just you
watching, listening. Nothing can disturb you. Nothing can distract you. Just
listen and watch. So pretty. So pretty."

        She was staring at the chimes intently now. Her eyes were wide, her
mouth hanging open as she sank even deeper into the chair. 

        "Soooooooooooo prettyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy", she murmured. "Dancing......
for me....just for me.....soooo prettyyyyyy........"

        "You are very pretty too, Jane", I said quietly. Her cheeks flushed
but she did not otherwise respond, totally absorbed in the tinkling, 
sparkling wind chimes.

        "...pretty........", she whispered after a while.

        "Yes, Jane, very pretty. The chimes, playing just for you. You, 
watching them with all your attention. All of your attention is focused on
the chimes and my voice. All of your attention, Jane. What are you thinking
about right now?"

        "aaahhhhhhh.......chimes.......like little bells.....ringing......
...ringing......so pretty............."

        I was almost whispering now.

        "Yes, pretty Jane, the chimes are pretty too. Jane and the chimes,
both so very pretty. Pretty Jane watching the pretty chimes. Seeing nothing
but the chimes. The sounds you hear help you focus even more. What sounds do
you hear, pretty Jane?"

        "...sounds.......chimes.....you.....waves......chimes......chimes....
....gulls........waves.........chimes................so pretty........"

        "Pretty Jane, have you ever been lying on a nice, warm, sandy beach
with the sun shining down on you, and the sound of the waves so relaxing that
you can't stay awake?"

        Jane smiled dreamily and nodded a tiny bit. "Oh, yessssssss. So 
reeeeeeeeeeeeeelaxxxxxxxxxxxxxing......waves........"

        "Hear the waves now, Jane. Hear the waves and the chimes and the
gulls and my voice. Such pretty sounds, so relaxing. Soooooo relaxing. What
are you thinking of right now, pretty Jane?"

        She grinned, her face flaring, her eyes remaining fixed on the 
chimes. ".....pretty........chimes......relaxing.....warm...........sounds...
......so nice.......this is...so nice.....so pretty.............."

        "What is happening to you, Jane?" I asked gently.

        She blinked, but again stared at the chimes. 

        "Hap - happennnnning....? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..............relaxing.....
watching the pretty chimes.........relaxing.......so nice.....so relaxing....
...so pretty......relaxing.....feels so nice.......so good..............."

        "Yes, it feels good, doesn't it, Jane? So good, so nice. So relaxing.
You are relaxing more and more. Each wave you hear washes away more and more
tension. Each ring of the chimes relaxes you more and more. Each cry of the
gulls makes it easier and easier to let it happen, to let go and relax. So
nice, so easy. You can feel it happening, Jane. You hear the waves, the
chimes, the gulls. You hear these things, feel what they do for you. You feel
these things happening, and you know you cannot stop it. You do not want to
stop it. You want it to happen. You want to relax, to let go. Relax and let
go. The chimes, the waves, my voice, will help you to do that, Jane. Let it
happen. Feel it happening. Know that you cannot stop it. Let it happen,
pretty Jane."

        She was slumped limply in the chair now, staring at the chimes, her
mouth hanging open. One arm had fallen from the armrest and now dangled
loosely at her side. The other had fallen into her lap.

        "Is it happening, Jane?", I asked very softly.

        Her mouth worked for a moment. "yyyyyeeeesssssssssssssss.........."

        "Are you allowing it to happen, pretty Jane?"

        "...yesssssss......."

        "What are you thinking right now, pretty Jane?"

        There was a very long pause.

        "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllowwwwww.......it."

        I was silent for a moment as the sounds Jane was fixated on drove
deep into her mind.

        "Has it happened yet, pretty Jane?"

        "Has....?" She managed to look faintly puzzled. 
        
        I smiled as I made myself clearer.

        "Have you allowed yourself to let go completely yet, pretty Jane?"

        She smiled again, a happy smile of surrender.

        "oooohhh..................yessssssssssssssssssssssssss......"

        "If you have let yourself go, then you may allow your eyes to rest,
pretty Jane. Allow your tired eyes to close as you let go of yourself."

        Jane's eyes widened for an instant, looking glazed and glassy. Then
they slowly slid closed. She sat there, almost lay there, totally entranced.


        I quietly stood, feeling my soaking panties clinging to my pussy.
I was trembling with excitement as I stared at my hypnotized guest. But I was
not going to just make her a zombie and have my way. Oh, no. 

        Jane was going to want this.



                                Part 2

        Jane sat slumped in the chair, her head tilted languidly to one side,
lips parted. Her face was a picture of serenity, calmness, and peace. I just
stood there allowing my desire to build in intensity. I undressed her in my
mind, visualizing her breasts, her pubic hair. Imagining the gasp she would
make when she felt my teeth nipping at the base of her throat.

        Imagining her voice pleading with me to allow her to relax again.

        I took a deep breath. It was time to move on.

        "Pretty Jane, how do you feel right now?"

        There was a long wait. She stirred ever so slightly, then spoke
slowly, haltingly, thickly.

        "Feel...so good......relaxed......so good......." Her voice trailed
off into silence.

        "Yes, pretty Jane, you feel good right now. And, pretty Jane, I can
help you experience sensations you have never, in your wildest fantasies,
thought possible. Such pleasure, such total relaxation, such ecstasy that you
never imagined possible. Does the thought of experiencing such sensations
appeal to you, pretty Jane?"

        Her cheeks flushed once more, as even in trance, she found herself a
bit hesitant, a bit embarrassed that someone would speak to her of pleasure
so plainly. Her body trembled slightly.

        "oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh yyyyyyyeeeeeeesssssssssss.........."

        "Tell me, pretty Jane, tell me you want to experience even more
intense sensations of relaxation and pleasure. Hear your own voice saying
you want to feel these things."

        There was another pause. She was stirring now, still in trance but
beginning to once more pay attention to her sporadic conscious thoughts, and
I decided not to wait for her reply.

        "This is only a beginning, pretty Jane, a point from which to begin
your journey into ecstasy. You are aware of the relaxation, the warmth which
enwraps your body, the gentle waves of relaxation even now washing over you.
The sound of the chimes echoes through your mind, beckoning for you to go
even deeper into your relaxed state. So calm, so relaxed, feeling so very,
very good, and, pretty Jane, this is only a beginning. Tell me that you want
to experience even more intense sensations of relaxation and pleasure."

        Her mouth moved slowly. Her skin was flushed, her cheeks crimson.

        "I......want.......to....want to......ex.....experience.....even....
...more........"

        "Yes, pretty Jane, of course you do. Who could resist the thoughts
of such total relaxation, of such pure pleasure? Do you wish to resist these
thoughts, pretty Jane?"

        She shook her head slightly, her hair falling in front of her.

        "noooooo......."

        "Of course you do not. You don't want to resist. You cannot resist. 
Just as you could not resist the soothing sounds of waves and chimes, you 
cannot and will not resist the desire you feel inside you. The desire for
relaxation and pleasure. This desire grows stronger and stronger with each
passing moment, pretty Jane. Soon it will overwhelm you, a desire so great,
so powerful, so intense that you will do anything to experience relaxation
and pleasure. You know this is true, you ask yourself if it is true and you
find yourself answering yes. It is true, isn't it, pretty Jane?"

        She was shaking steadily. "yyyyyyyyeeeeessssssssssss.........." She
already sounded desperate.

        "Yes, my pretty Jane, you'll do anything to experience pure pleasure,
total relaxation. You know it is true. You know you cannot resist. You know
you WILL NOT resist. You will do anything to experience these sensations."

        "Tell me what you'll do, pretty Jane."

        "Aaaaaaanything....Aannything......want to....feel it.......relax...
relaxxxxxx......anything......pleasure....oooohhhhhhhhhhh.............."

        She was rocking gently in the chair now. I knew that motion to be her 
subconscious mind attempting to find pleasure for her already, and directing 
her body to assume an almost sexual action with her hips. She wanted 
pleasure. She wanted it badly.

        "Pretty Jane, in a moment you will return from your very relaxed
state, and will once again find yourself here with Laurie. Your desire, your
desire for relaxation and pleasure, will increase as the evening passes. You
will not bother to recall how that desire came about. The only thing that
matters is that you need it fulfilled. Do you understand, pretty Jane?"

        Her body was still moving, searching for something to satisfy her
burning desire. "Oh....Oh, yes", she groaned.

        I slowly awakened my mesmerized friend.


                                   Part 3

        Her eyes gradually opened. Dusk had come, and there was now a chill
in the air. She blinked and looked around in confusion. She shivered, whether
from the chill evening breeze or a sudden uneasiness I did not know.

        She focused on me.

        "What....?"

        I smiled.

        "How do you feel?"

        She blinked again and seemed to turn her mind inwards. She stared at
the floor for a moment, her eyes darting back and forth. Without realizing it
she lifted her arm and placed it back on the arm of the chair.

        "I feel....I feel really good. Kind of - strange. Sleepy. It's chilly
out here, isn't it?", she asked as she nestled deeper into the chair, drawing
her sweater around her a bit tighter.

        "Yes, it is cooling off. But I've found that watching the wind chimes
seems to warm me up when I feel chilled."

        Jane's eyes went to the wind chimes. She frowned slightly, and opened
her mouth to speak. Then she frowned again, closed her mouth, and looked at
me.

        "The...chimes...?" 

        I nodded.

        "Yes, Jane, the chimes. Listen carefully to them, hear their music
flowing into your body, gradually driving away the chill and leaving you 
feeling warm, relaxed, comfortable. So warm, so relaxed, so comfortable. Do
you feel this happening, Jane?