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Hypno Celeb 65: Yasmine Bleeth 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. 

    This story is based on two separate manufactured images at
www.Privatepages.com, the home of hypnosis images. I thought this
would make a good companion piece to my new Baywatch story. All
comments and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy.



    In the weeks since he had acquired the hypnotic medallion, Rob had
enjoyed himself. It was fun, taking control not only of the models
that came to his ad agency, but also some of the more attractive
female co-workers. Special codes enabled him to reactivate the trance
in an instant, giving access to a bevy of beauties. It was a good
life, but Rob still enjoyed spicing things up a bit. He got an
excellent chance of doing so when he made his latest acquisition.

    It had been a long day and Rob was eager to get home. He thought
he'd spend the night alone for once, get some real rest. He entered
the elevator and was just hitting the floor button when he heard a
woman's voice cry, "Hold it, please!" A gentleman despite his faults,
Rob held the door open long enough for the woman to enter. As the door
closed, Rob took a sideways glance at the woman, then did a
double-take as he realized he was standing next to Yasmine Bleeth. The
former "Baywatch" star was wearing a dark suit that still managed to
make her look glamorous. Her long dark hair curled around her, framing
that famous face. Rob couldn't believe his luck. He gave Yasmine a
quick smile. "I didn't know my company was dealing with you."

    "Well, not yet, it isn't," Yasmine replied. "I just met to see if
they were the right guys for this new campaign Nike wants me to do.
Just feeling things out a bit."

    Rob had it, then and there. Not only would he have the most
beautiful person in his collection, he would also help his own star in
the company. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the
medallion. He coughed, getting Yasmine's attention. Her held the disk
up.  Yasmine glanced at the red and black spiral with the green
glowing center. "What.." The disk's spell washed over her, clouding
her mind. "What..what are you..doing.." She was more resistant than
others, but Rob wasn't worried. No woman could resist the disk's
spell. "Don't fight it, Yasmine," he said. "You don't want to fight
it. You just want it to take you over and make you feel wonderful."
Yasmine's jaw moved but no words came out. She tried to fight, but it
was no use and her eyes sunk closed as she fell under Rob's spell.

    Rob placed the disk back in his pocket and leaned forward to kiss
Yasmine. She answered slowly at first, then with more feeling. Rob
pushed her against the elevator and let his hands roam over her
breasts. He broke the kiss off, knowing that they would be reaching
the lobby soon. "Yasmine, can you hear me?"

    "Yes, Master."

    "Good. Yasmine, you know how wonderful you feel. You know I can
make you feel this wonderful all the time, don't you, Yasmine?"

    "Yes.."

    "Good. Now, Yasmine, are you expected somewhere? Is there someone
waiting for you, someone you're traveling with?"

    "No..I'm alone, Master."

    "Good." Rob swiftly got Yasmine's hotel and room number and
quickly implanted a set of special instructions for her. "Carry out my
instructions, Yasmine and you will feel incredible pleasure. Do you
want that?" 

    "Yes, Master."

    "Good. When I snap my fingers, you'll wake up and remember nothing
of this conversation. But you will remember and obey all my commands.
He waited until the elevator doors were opening and snapped his
fingers. Yasmine blinked her eyes open, gave Rob a friendly smile and
walked away. Grinning, Rob headed to his car, eager for tonight.


    Yasmine's hotel room was surprisingly low-class, but it served her
well. Besides, renting out the penthouse was the same thing as putting
out an ad inviting all the tabloid reporters in town to camp out on
her doorstep. Yasmine was wearing a loose outfit, a pair of dark
shorts with a loose black shirt. It felt comfortable, just the thing
to wear on a busy summer afternoon. A knock came on the door and
Yasmine threw down the script she was looking over to answer it.
Opening the door, she saw Rob standing there, wearing a loose cotton
shirt and a pair of jeans.  "Hi," he said. "I was wondering if I could
come in."

    Yasmine didn't want to say yes, but something made her pause. "Why
not?" she said, letting him in. She unconsciously locked the door
behind her. They walked to one of the beds in the small room and
Yasmine had a seat on it, staring up at Rob. "What did you want?" 

    Smiling, Rob reached into his pocket and pulled out an object. "I
wanted to show you this." He unfolded his hand and a golden watch
attached to a chain came loose, the watch falling right before
Yasmine's point of view. Rob instantly began to swing it before her
eyes. "Watch it, Yasmine," he said. "Watch it swing, side to side,
side to side. Watch it swing and catch the light, flashing at your
eyes. Side to side, flash, flash. You have to keep watching it,
Yasmine. Watch it swing, side to side, back and forth, back and forth,
your eyes can't look away from it."

    Yasmine's gaze was glued to the watch, her face serene. She was
falling back into the trance Rob had designed for her. "Back and
forth, Yasmine, just keep watching it swing back and forth and you're
beginning to realize how sleepy you feel watching it swing, back and
forth, back and forth, side to side. You're feeling sleepier by the
minute, Yasmine, with every swing you feel more and more like sleep.
Your eyes are so heavy now, you can't keep them open. You don't want
to keep them open. You want nothing more than to close them. Close
your eyes.  Close them and go into a nice and deep sleep. Sleep,
Yasmine, wonderful sleep. Close your eyes, Yasmine, and go to sleep.
Sleep."

    Yasmine's eyes fluttered closed and she slumped back on the couch.
Rob placed the watch on an end table. He swiftly undressed, his cock
hard and ready. He straddled the hypnotized Yasmine and kissed her
longer and harder than the kiss on the elevator. She responded more
passionately this time, wrapping her tongue around his as he began to
strip her.  He opened up her loose shirt, folding it aside to free her
wonderful breasts. Rob gazed at those wonderful tits. Yasmine's
refusal to go nude like her "Baywatch" compatriots may have agonized
men worldwide, but it definitely made the sight worth seeing. Rob
massaged those wonderful tits, loving the feel of them under his
hands. They were perfect, not too big, not to soft and pure natural.
He pinched one nipple with his hands while he kissed the other. It was
a wonderful feeling, accented by Yasmine's moan of pleasure. Rob spent
several minutes on breast play, knowing that was the best way to
arouse the hypnotized Yasmine. He continued to knead the breasts with
his fingers as he kissed the tight nipples and smooth curves. 

    Rob sat up and removed Yasmine's skirt. He took the now naked
actress and rolled onto his back. Yasmine was fully aroused now, the
erotic aspects of the hypnotic trance overwhelming any rational
thought. She sat herself on Rob's cock and began to rock back and
forth. She wanted this so bad, to feel her Master in her, pleasuring
her. Rob ran his hands up her lovely body, squeezing the breasts and
pinching at the asscheeks. Yasmine intensified her rythym, squeezing
her thighs around Rob's cock, trying to get his lance deeper inside
her. Rob moved his pelvis to probe deeper into the wonderful pussy
before him, doing his best to satisfy Yasmine. Yasmine arched back,
her breasts thrust forward as the orgasm hit them both, Rob shifting
deeper into the bed as he let go.

    Yasmine pushed herself off Rob and took her Master's hard cock in
her hand. She began to run her lips up and down it, the tongue
dragging along the member, licking away the mixed juices on it. Rob
grinned and felt himself go even harder under her lip work. This woman
was good, the best he'd had. He couldn't wait to explore that
wonderful ass and plumb even more delights. Yasmine continued to
massage and lick Rob's rod, her mind set on pleasing her master.  Rob
groaned as he came, shooting his cum onto Yasmine' beautiful face and
letting her lick up what was left.

    Rob pulled her into an embrace and kissed her again. To think he
was going to stay home this night. Well, it was well worth a day at
the office. He wondered how much lifeguard skills Yasmine actually
knew. Well, he was sure she was capable of giving serious
mouth-to-mouth.



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