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Hypnotized - a Story
 by Delta Venus

copyright 2009


I had gone into the bar after work to have a drink or two and unwind
after a particularly boring but stressful day dealing with corporate
clients at work. I really wasn't there to try and pick up women. When
a blond goddess sat down next to me and began to chat me up, I
certainly wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, though. Go
with the flow, I figured, and if I get lucky, then I was lucky to get
lucky. I'm no prize, but decent enough looking, and I tend to dress
well because of the class of clients I have to deal with.


This lady was exquisite. A striking woman in her late thirties or
early forties, almost six feet tall in her high heels. She had long
curvy legs, nicely accented by the heels, and well shown off by a
loosely flowing skirt that ended just above the knee. A green silk
blouse, filled out very nicely indeed, no plunging neckline but still
showing some cleavage. Heart shaped face, with high cheekbones and
pouty lips, well redened with a hot shade of lipstick. Her hair was
platinum, the sort of tone which usually comes from a bottle, but I
think in her case it really was her natural color. She wore it in a
neat style, cut like a page-boy, but longer, and closer to a 1960's
flip, except it was straight, not curled up at the tips.


In the course of our chatting, she told me her name was Anne. She had
a slight accent, which I would never have taken for Scandanavian,
until she told me she was originally from Finland. We quickly took our
chat from casual to flirty, and she knew how to flirt. She was great
with a double entendre, and very touchy-feely. I got my arm clasped,
my hand held and stroked, and she even caressed my cheek lightly once.
I may not have come in to the bar looking for a pick-up, but I was
sure I'd be damned if I didn't try for this one, she was a live wire!


"I'll tell you a secret," she leaned over and whispered. "I can
hypnotize men."


I laughed. "I believe it! You have me enchanted already."


"No. I mean really. I can put anyone I want into a trance, and they'll
be mine to control." She looked intently at me with her very piercing
blue eyes. "Stare into my eyes, I dare you."


I'm not really a believer in such things, and even if hypnosis is
real, I doubted that anyone could do it just by staring, especially to
a skeptic like me. I did like where this was going, though. I've
always had some fantasies about a mildly dominating woman and what she
might do to me, and this looked to be where this incredible woman
wanted to take things. I figured I would play along, it might prove to
be quite entertaining. I stared into her eyes, and they were
incredible. She seemed to look right through me, and read every
thought I'd ever had. I got lost in her gaze for what seemed like
forever, day-dreaming about women in control of me.


"There. You are now mine, to do with what I will. Come."


She got up and walked out of the bar, and I followed along behind her
like a puppy dog. I didn't feel hypnotized, but I sure wanted to hang
out with this sexy lady and see what might happen. We got a cab, and
it wasn't long before we emerged from it in front of her apartment
building. She remained silent as we took the elevator up to the third
floor, exited, and then went down the hall to her door. She had her
keys out, opened the door, and we both went inside. It was a nice
place, a one bedroom job, obviously decorated by a woman with taste.
She wasted no time on preliminaries once she had closed the door.


"Take off all your clothes, my slave. Everything, even your watch."


I felt almost compelled to do what she said. So far this was working
out just like some of the fantasies I had, and I was enjoying giving
up control. I took off everything, pants, shirt, underwear, even my
watch, just like she had ordered. I was completely naked, not a single
thing on my body. My cock was rock hard, sticking straight out,
throbbing with my heart beat. She still had all of her clothes on, and
I felt a little shy and vulnerable being totally nude in front of her
like this, while she was still covered  up. She grabbed my dick, and
hauled me further into her living room. She sat down on a nice red
leather sofa, and stroked me a couple of times before letting go.


"Show me how you pleasure yourself, slave boy. Stroke your cock for
me."


I was standing right in front of her, she was looking right at my cock
mere inches from her face. I didn't really want to do that in front of
her, I felt more than a little embarassed, but I didn't seem to be
able to resist doing whatever she told me to do. I began to lightly
stroke my dick, up and down, with the tips of my fingers, which I do
when I am starting to masturbate, sort of foreplay to more vigorous
activity later.


"Good! I know you have your little tricks, every man does, so show me.
Do the things you do to yourself when you are all alone. Show me what
you do that pleases you, the different strokes you use, the different
ways you grasp, the little extra moves you make, all the little
techniques that get you off. Show me!"


I did. I fluttered my fingers around the head, I used the reverse grip
I sometimes like, with my hand turned over, I held the skin tightly
down and graped the base hard while lightly running a finger and thumb
from base to tip, just barely touching the skin. I ringed my cock with
the same finger and thumb, sliding the skin up and down the shaft, and
up and over the head and back. I had never done any of these things in
front of a woman before, but I went through my arsenal now. She
watched me very intently, and rubbed her thighs and squeezed her
breasts while I did my thing. She crossed and uncrossed her legs,
showing me lots of creamy thigh. She undid a button on her blouse,
letting me get a look at the swell of her breasts. She didn't go any
further, though, she remained clothed while watching me jack off, just
teasing me with glimpses of her body.


"You like what you see, don't you? You like doing what you are doing
for me? You do, I can tell. Get down on your knees, now."


I kneeled before this incredibly sexy goddess, willing to do whatever
she wanted me to do, just so long as I could look at her awesome body.
I hoped she would show me more, that we would take this further, but
she got up from the sofa as soon as I was on my knees.


"Stay there, just like that. You can keep your dick hard, but don't
stroke it too much, boy. I have further plans for you."


She went to the door, and left the apartment. What the hell should I
do? I felt like getting up and getting the hell out of there, even
though I'd been having fun so far, this wasn't working out quite like
I had imagined. I just couldn't bring myself to do it, though. She had
told me to stay, and no matter how much I might want to run away, I
knew I was going to stay.


The apartment door re-opened, and Anne came back in, and she had two
friends with her! My god, here I was completely bare-ass, kneeling in
front of her sofa with a raging hard on, and she had brought company!
I was incredibly embarassed, nearly mortified. I was blushing heavily,
but my cock was still sticking out like a flagpole. The ladies were
lookers, and dressed similarly to Anne, with a lot of leg and cleavage
showing.


"Oooh! You've caught another one!" Squealed one of them. "Goodie! Lets
play with him!"


Wow. Part of my mind was screaming, run away! This is too much! I had
been told to stay, though, so I stayed. The ladies all sat down on the
sofa in front of me, and began to tease the hell out of me. They
showed off their hot bodies, while never revealing too much. They
touched and tormented me, lightly caressing me with their hands, using
quick little motions that never stayed anywhere for very long. My
chest was rubbed, my nipples pinched, my cock got occasional
attention, mostly a single stroke or a quick squeeze, my buttocks were
lightly spanked, my anus lightly tickled. They kept up a running
dialog while they were doing it, about what a good little slave boy I
was, how hard my dick looked, how much fun it would be to watch me get
fucked in the ass, and all sorts of other dirty, degrading comments.


"Now, slave boy," Anne said. "Do what you were doing before, except
stroke it all the way. We want to watch your cock twitch and shoot!"


I did what she asked. After all the teasing, my cock couldn't possibly
have gotten any harder, so I did a few of the tricks I had done
before, using my fingers, then I spit into my hand and just began to
pound away, stroking it like a mad man. I couldn't last very long, I
was so worked up, and then Anne bared her lovely breasts just for a
moment, flashing me a wonderful view! That was that, I went over the
edge. All three ladies had shucked their high heels, and they each
held their feet right in front of me as I started to cum. I came hard,
shooting long ropy strands of cum right onto their sexy bare feet. I
really coated them, too, strings of creamy white semen from their sexy
calves to their wiggling toes.


"OK, slave boy! Very good! Now clean all that mess up with your
tongue!" Anne laughed.


This was definitely more than I had bargained for, but before I could
think about it, I was lapping away at these ladies feet, licking semen
from their toes, kissing their insteps, groveling naked at the feet of
these three very sexy women, completely at their mercy. I finally
finished by licking the last strand from Anne's sexy calf. As I
finished up, Anne smacked my bare ass.


"OK, slave boy. We are done with you, you may get dressed and leave.
Next time maybe we'll have you suck a dick for us!" laughed Anne,
while her girlfriends giggled.


I did what she asked. I got my clothes on in a hurry, listening to the
ladies laugh and talk about me like I was a toy while I did. They were
comparing me with some other guys, too, not very favorably. They also
were speculating what I would look like sucking cock, and how well I
might do at it.


"His cock isn't that big, but I'll bet he'd make a great cocksucker!"


"Yes, and his tight little ass would look great with a thick rod
sliding in and out of it."


I was mortified. I'd been used for their amusement, and hadn't been
anything more to them than a disposable plaything. I had cum like I
hadn't ever before, but I wasn't sure if that momentary enjoyment had
been worth it. I did things I really never thought I would do, and I
probably would have done more if I'd been told to, maybe even to the
point of giving some other guy a blowjob, or letting someone fuck me
in the ass. The experience hadn't been anything like my fantasies, so
I really wasn't sure why I had gone along with it.


"See you at the bar, lover!" Anne laughed as I went out the door.


Had I really been hypnotized? I'm still not sure. I don't think I'll
be going back to that bar any time soon, though. Or will I?


         DV

http://www.geocities.com/delta_venus_x/

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