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Hypno Celeb 58: Kate Winslet
by MAW
MC, MF

     Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this, seek help.
     My friend Mesmer Eyes sent me another cool scenario I
decided to use. Thanks. All suggestions/scenarios and comments
welcomed. Enjoy. 


     Kate Winslet stepped out of the taxi and looked up at the
office building. It was nice, smart while not being opulent. This
guy was obviously doing all right for himself. Considering the
fees he charged, he should be. Kate paid the driver and began
walking to the building. It was a cloudy New York day and Kate
was wearing a light windbreaker over her one-piece black outfit.
She brushed at her long hair, red now for an upcoming movie role.
Since the awesome success of "Titanic," she'd been flooded with
offers for roles of every country and occupation. Despite the
uncanny knack English people had for perfectly duplicating
American accents, Kate could still use some help. She'd heard
good things about this guy and she hoped he was worth it.
     The room her appointment was set at was on the seventh
floor, at the end of the hall. She knocked politely and was
slightly surprised when the door opened immediately. She was also
surprised to see no one on the other side. She took a few
hesitant steps inside and took in her surroundings. Calling the
place spartan was an understatement. A large futon lay on the
floor. A piano was set against the wall. There was a bookshelf, a
stereo system, television, all of which were set as far away as
possible. Huge, open spaces filled the large studio, bare floor
showing everywhere. The light came from large spotlights set in
the ceiling, highlighting the furnished parts of the room. 
     "I find the open spaces comforting." Kate spun and saw
Viktor Karsany standing before her. His voice was soft, musical
almost. He stood an even six feet, his dark hair and beard
sparkled with grey. He wore a three piece suit that had to have
set him back at least two grand. His eyes were dark, penetrating,
with sadness and perhaps a little romance in them. His entire
manner was one of calm that Kate found enjoyable. 
     "I want to thank you for meeting me on such short notice,"
Kate said. 
     "Not at all. I've enjoyed your work immensely, especially
'Titanic.' Here, let's get started." He led Kate over to the only
place in the room where the furniture wasn't twenty feet apart
from each other. A spotlight illuminated the area, two
comfortable chairs facing each other. In between, on a glass
table, was a meternome. Viktor motioned Kate to take one seat and
he took the other. Kate waited for him to say something, but
instead Viktor simply leaned back in his seat, gazing at her. She
was slightly nervous about the scrutinizing. Viktor kept staring
at her for long moments, his eyes locked on Kate's. Something
about the awesome coolness of the eyes set Kate's mind at ease.
     Without warning, Viktor leaned forward and set the
meternome. "A voice is like music," he said in his soft tone.
"That's how I teach it. It has its pitches, its tones, its high
points and low. That is how you have to look at it, how you have
to manipulate it. Just listening to my voice gives you a good
idea of that. Listen to my voice, Kate. Listen to it. Listen to
my voice and I can help you."
     To look at Viktor, Kate had to look directly over the
meternome. She soon became aware that Viktor seemed to be timing
his voice to keep in pace with the steady ticking of the
meternome. It was a nice way of keeping her attention, his voice
moving over his words as the meternome kept ticking. Ticking.
Ticking. His voice would raise, tick. His voice would lower,
tick. It was a nice, soothing rythym that had Kate enraptured.
     Although Kate knew she had to keep her attention focused on
Viktor, her eyes were soon drawn by a flashing. As the meternome
swung side to side, it would catch the light from the spotlight
above it. The ticking of the meternome kept perfect time with the
flashes of the swinging pendulum. Tick, flash, swing. Tick,
flash, swing. All of it somehow keeping in perfect synch with
Viktor's smooth oratation. Kate's world soon became a triangle.
The flashing of the swinging meternome, the steady ticks and
Viktor's voice. Viktor. Only Viktor. Viktor...
     To Kate's muddled mind, minutes had passed. In reality, it
had been over half an hour since Viktor had started the
meternome. The skilled hypnotist knew he had ensnared the
Britishwoman now. Once again, his front as a voice specialist had
worked perfectly. He leaned forward and stopped the meternome
with his thumb. Kate's eyes instantly shut and she slumped in her
chair, hypnotized. "Kate, listen to me," Viktor said. "I want to
give you some tests for your voice. I want you to repeat
everything I say to you. I trust Viktor."
     "I trust Viktor," Kate said in a slurred voice.
     "I love Viktor."
     "I love Viktor."
     "I belong to Viktor."
     "I belong to Viktor."
     "Viktor is my master."
     "Viktor is my master."
     "I must do everything Viktor says."
     "I must do everything Viktor says."
     "Very good, Kate. Now, I want you to stand up and remove
your clothes. All of your clothes. You can't resist, Kate. You
don't want to resist. Remove all your clothes and as you do, you
will feel yourself growing in excitement. Sexual excitement. By
the time you are naked, you will want to let yourself to in
sexual fervor. With me. Only with me. Undress, Kate."
     Viktor began to strip away his suit as Kate slowly rose to
her feet and pulled off her dress. Viktor watched her underwear
fall to the floor and appraised the nude actress. She had put on
a few pounds, but in a good way, her body still ravishing. Viktor
was naked now and knew he had to have her. He walked to her and
stood just before her, his hand lightly caressing one breast.
"Make love to me, Kate," he whispered. "Make love as hard as you
can." And with that, he kissed her. She responded passionately,
her trance-induced mind filled with lust that she wanted to
release. She nearly bit Viktor's lip as she kissed him, shoving
her breasts against his chest. 
     He managed to walk them over to the futon, falling on top of
it. Kate had the breath knocked out of her and Viktor immediately
began playing with her large tits. He pinched them together with
his hands as he kissed each nipple, suckling them with pleasure
and loving the moans it produced in Kate. He rolled onto his
back, carrying Kate on top of him. She was hot now, ready to be
fucked. She sat down on Viktor's erect cock, massaging the rod
with her hands before maneuvering it into her pussy. She began to
rock back and forth, fast motions that had Viktor's juices
pumping like crazy in seconds. Her breasts heaved forward as she
shifted on Viktor's cock, allowing him to massage her breasts.
Kate pushed her thighs together as if to force Viktor to come
sooner. They both gasped as they orgasmed, Kate thrusting back as
she rode the wave of pleasure Viktor generated in her. 
     Kate pulled herself off of the exhausted teacher and took a
breath. "Lick it, Kate," Viktor commanded. "Lick it for me." Kate
obediently kneeled down and took his cock in her hands. She ran
her hands down the shaft, her nails lightly pinching at the
balls. Viktor's dick hurt, it was so hard. She finally took him
in her mouth, her lips circling his cock and sliding up and down
the shaft. She licked all around the tip as she took it down her
throat, sucking at Viktor's rod in a way that would have been
outrageous to her before. Viktor let himself go under her expert
licking and soon he felt himself explode in her mouth, shooting
his wad down her throat.
     They knelt in front of each other, kissing again as Viktor
felt at her breasts. He couldn't believe how fast he felt himself
go hard again. He lay her down on the soft mat and pushed himself
into her. As he began to pump her, he took note of her gasps of
pleasure. He was tapping into her deepest desires and letting her
feelings loose. She wanted a voice lesson. It was time to see
just how high her voice could go. 


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