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Jo really liked being hypnotised, so it was easy to put her
under.

Over the next few weeks we played around with ideas that she and
I had come up with, most of which were either fun or just to
ensure that she never had a problem with sleeping again. This was
when I discovered how important a few convincers are.

Then I came up with an idea. I didn't explain the idea as I had
with all of the other experiments. This time I took a week to
craft the idea into a full script. When we ended up alone in the
house one late Saturday afternoon I invited Jo to play.

"Would you like to have some fun?" I asked. Naturally she
replied, "What kind of fun?". I explained that it would be sexy
for her, but entirely from her mind outwards and that I did not
plan to touch her unless she wanted me to. She seemed almost
ready to agree when I upped the stakes. You are going to have the
best kiss of your life - a hypno-kiss and I'm not going to touch
you during that. She was intrigued. She also knew that I could
have taken advantage of her many times over the past few weeks
and so far I had not. (Though at this point I suspected that she
would not mind.)

We got comfortable with her sat on the edge of her bed. I had her
imagine that she was at a private club run by a sex goddess.

"Jo this evening I'm taking you to a special club. It is called
Go With The Flow." Jo was still fully dressed in casual clothes.

I let her arousal grow and I gently fanned the flames with vague
descriptions and hints of other couples performing various acts.
"You notice another beautiful couple; what are they up to in that
dark corner of this room?" Once I saw her start to squeeze her
thighs together I had her start to masturbate, but slowly, half
the speed that she wanted to go. The more she wanted the slower
her fingers went, and she was not allowed to come. She asked if I
minded if she took off her jeans? I realised that she wasn't
getting any good contact, so I allowed it, (I didn't want her to
progress too quickly - it was the build up that we were after.)
She stood, still with her eyes closed, and undid her trousers.
Then she removed all of her clothes from the waist down in one
movement. She even hooked a thumb into each sock as she pulled
each leg of her jeans off. "We are going to walk from room to
room in the club just to get a feel for the place. We start off
in the cloak-room where various street cloths are hanging on the
many hooks. The first sign that this is a special club are the
naked slaves in attendance. They each have a collar and cuffs
around their wrists and ankles. Their last item of clothing is a
hood that covers all of their head except for a small slot for
their eyes. You remove the rest of your cloths and a slave brings
your something appropriate to wear in a sex club. Tell me what
you are putting on." I smiled as Jo climbed into the small black
items. They were too small to actually be called cloths. Then we
start our journey in the hall.

"Lining the walls of each room, every few meters is a slave. They
are either naked or skimpily dressed. All have their heads bowed
and are at a high state of arousal. You watch as a woman walks
over to one of the male slaves and gently rubs his cock. She cups
her other hand over the end and catches his load as he cums. You
notice that he never even looks at her, and you just manage to
hear him say, 'Thank you mistress'. The woman says nothing and
walks away with her prize. You are amazed at the exchange, but a
little surprised when she goes back to her partners. She stands
next to a man and a woman that are fucking and she rubs the load
all over her pussy. You realise that the slaves around the room
are simply there as lube dispensers."

This brought a small smile to Jo's face.

We find in the club a beautiful, and famous, Italian actress. I
start to explain:

"Everyone seems to refer to her as Mistress Belle, but no one
seems brave enough to go near her."

I'm sure that part of Jo is certain that she is brave enough. Jo
rises well to challenges like that.

"She is so beautiful that her presence can be felt with just your
mind. Even if you close your eyes you can still feel what she is
wearing."

Then I let Jo participate, mostly to distract her from the
frustration of not being able to play with herself properly.
"Describe her beauty, what is she wearing?"

Jo lets me know what she can see. She describes the throne upon a
dais. Even a pewter chalice on a small table next to the throne.
I guess she is channelling some of that popular castles and
dragons television series. Even I could smell the fires in the
braziers and feel the texture of the cold stones walls as Jo
described them.

I let Jo in on the secret: Mistress Belle has supernatural
powers. She is much more powerful in person. Mostly because her
pheromones can not be captured in a photograph. The club belongs
to her, and she keeps it as a place where she can release her
pent up powers that she has to hold in while she performs her
public work. She can not allow the full extent of her power to
leak out while she is filming or modelling - that would be rather
unproductive, with her surrounded by an impromptu orgy where ever
she went.

Though her magical odour in ten times more powerful than a
succubus, it is actually her touch that is devastating. Her power
comes from her skin and people have been known to orgasm
uncontrollably from a single touch. Her skin works in both
directions, so she feels the most amazing and wonderful
sensations when she touches other people, and she shares some of
that telepathically, which is what causes the explosively
blissful sensations. Mistress Belle only lets a tiny amount leak
back to the other person, because the full force is too much for
those that are fully human.

Mistress Belle's pheromones create a gently elastic cloud around
her, so if someone were to try to move towards her they would
feel more and more of her powerful sexual energy, until they
usually fall to their knees and then collapse in orgasm at her
feet. Most don't even get within ten meters. Of course this also
works in reverse. If Mistress Belle were to begin to walk towards
you, it would have the same effect - possibly even more if she
chose to feed some of the sexual tension from the crowd directly
into the person that was within in her complete focus.

"Mistress Belle senses something in you. You instinctively stand
and turn towards her for inspection." Jo was still standing up
from her functional strip. I watched her carefully so that when
she falls it is back onto the bed and not to the side or
forwards.

"She realises that she does not recognise you. You hear a few
words whispered by members of the slowly forming crowd. Words
like fresh-meat and entertaining mingle with side-bets measured
in paces and steps. She smiles and decides to test you. There are
some small gasps from other people in the crowd that is growing
as whispers that the mistress has 'taken an interest' spread
through the club. It has been many years since the Mistress has
considered anyone worthy enough to even test. She waits for you
to nod to show that you are ready." Jo still has one hand between
her legs, but her fingers are hardly moving. I was waiting for Jo
to nod her head before I continue, but she didn't seem to
understand the direction.

"With each step that she takes towards her subject, the subject's
arousal grows. The subject will also find that they have less
control over their own body and part of their body begin to
spontaneously give pleasure. You can try to resist, but the
Mistress has been a sex goddess for hundreds of years."

I wait to see if Jo's fingers will start to move, and sure enough
they do. I also see Jo lower her head a little more and I take
that to be her signal to start."

"She takes just one step closer and enjoys watching the arousal
growing. The click of her shoe against the floor is clear and
commanding. Already there are those that regret their haste and
you can hear some people placing new bets on how many paces you
will survive before the pile of orgasms begin to rock through you
too often and too fast."

"Your horniness gasps from between your legs; your hand has to
touch yourself." Interestingly Jo's other hand floats up and
under her shirt and grasps her own breast. I imagine that her
nipple vanishing into her palm as she start to massage each nerve
ending just as she needs to heighten the feeling. I can see that
her hand has dug under her bra to get full access.

"Mistress takes another step just to show that she is in control,
she isn't going to wait for you to get used to this higher level.
The new rush is surprisingly strong, but you can't give in yet.
She wants to see the electricity flow up and down your nerves.
She would love to simply walk over to you and kiss you, but most
people collapse in a powerful orgasm even before she has taken
five steps towards them."

"Time seems to stand still. With each breath you feel your
excitement pulsing stronger, then weaker, stronger then weaker.
Maybe she is firing little jolts of pleasure through different
parts of your body each time that your heart beats. You realise
now that every human has evolved to search for this level of
pleasure. It is as if you were made to serve your Mistress's
pleasure. You have an uncontrollable desire to feed her with your
orgasms. You are completely focused on her beatuty. You can no
longer hear anything other than your own breathing and heartbeat.
All that you can see is her. She fills your vision and your mind
until there is no space left for anything but pleasure."
Jo seems to be steady on her feet, but her pussy is so wet that
she has started to drip onto the floor. I'd never seen that level
of arousal before. I take the phone from my pocket and back into
the hall. I can still see Jo, but I'm now far enough away for
phase two.

The phone rang three times. I cut her off as she start to speak,
"Hello?" I asked Sandy.

"Yes who is this?" I can hear her parrot in the background, so I
presume that she is home. I was about to start when I imagined
that she might be taking the bird to the vet, (not a good idea to
drive while hypnotised.)

"Are you at home right now?"

"Yes, who is.."

"Sleep Sandy Sleep". I pause for a beat, "Sandy it is your
Master. You may smile and say yes if you understand."

"Yes" I can hear the smile in her voice.

"You are late for coffee with Jo. You will wake up and realise
this and drive over. Hang up now."

I put the phone back into my pocket and go back into Jo's
bedroom.

"Two of the slaves bring over a huge padded chair and place it
directly behind you. It is provided so that you can comfortably
fall back onto it if your legs are not strong enough."

"I wonder if you are ready for the next step. Your Mistress is
ready to find out. This time she is going to be a little less
gentle with you. She does have a large crowd to impress. When she
takes the next pace she is going to channel the sexual energy
from two of her beautiful slaves directly into you. This might
cause a whole body orgasm, which would be the most pleasure that
you have ever felt. Even now you can feel it growing like an
approaching storm. Large powerful clouds rolling in with
lightning and orgasmic thunder. It will be tempting to just give
in and ride the pleasure out with a scream, but if you manage to
hold on and can take even more then there is a chance that she
might get close enough to kiss you."

"Would you like that?" I smile at how hard it is for Jo to
answer. Her mouth is open and as she snatches a moment to quickly
nod. She is about to dribble a little.

"Another step" I quickly say as the drool slides out of her mouth
and down the side of her chin. The liquid caress causes Jo to
flick her head. She really wants that kiss, but by now every
nerve in her skin is alive.

"To go any further you must be dressed correctly for a goddess."
I help Jo remove her shirt and bra and find the corset that she
told me she had put on in the cloak-room. I put her in it. The
change is voluptuously impressive.

I heard Sandy drive up. I left Jo to herself and went to greet
Sandy. I used a pattern interrupt to put Sandy a little way under
and explained that Jo just wanted a kiss. Sandy had already told
me that she was bisexual in normal conversation, so suggesting
that kissing her good friend Jo was quite normal and that it was
expected wasn't incompatible for her mind. What was not expected
was the confession from Sandy that she had already kissed Jo,
(which made me wonder why I was bothering.) Actually my first
thought was to wonder if she was remembering the last coffee
morning, but somehow I could tell that this was something from
much further back in their past. I quickly finished explaining
that Jo was in a trance and to simply go with the flow. Accept
everything that is happening as normal.

I brought Sandy back up and took her to see Jo. Jo still had one
hand between her legs, but her fingers had stopped moving. The
lust and frustration was written all over her face. I commanded
Jo to stand still.

"Jo your mistress is ready to kiss you. You have been so very
good. When your orgasm explodes you can hold onto her to support
yourself."

Sandy looked at me and I just nodded. Sandy took the last step
towards Jo and bent to kiss her. Sandy held Jo's head in both of
her hands and tilted her face upwards. I could see the excitement
had lubricated the inside of Jo's thigh.

The way that I had already described her magical skin meant that
when the tips of Sandy's fingers first touch, Jo is elevated to a
whole new level. Jo gasped.  She was going through so much more
than I could imagine.

"She is in your personal space - all you can smell is her. All
that you can think about it how she makes you feel." I kept it
ambiguous so that both of them could hear me.

Sandy gently kisses Jo on the mouth.

They kissed slowly and less than ten seconds later Jo's big
orgasm tore through her. Her head nodded as the waves of pleasure
swept through her body. Jo unconsciously grabbed onto Sandy's
arms and one of her fingernails even drew blood. Jo is crying out
in pleasure, but it just sounds painful to me. Sandy is smiling,
which makes me a little less worried. After a few seconds Jo
collapsed backwards onto the bed, pulling Sandy on top of her.

As Jo's storm turned into gentle waves Sandy began to kiss her
face and neck. Jo smiled and hunted for her Mistress's mouth.
They started to make out and one of Jo's hands crept into Sandy's
jeans. Brushing over Sandy's bush Jo pushed all of the way down
and then curled her fingers up to start to play. Sandy was
already wet, which was clear when Jo said "You are so wet", in a
playful and almost bragging way. I told Jo to stop bragging and
to collect that wetness with her finger tips and draw it up to
rub it into Sandy's clit. Sandy's legs spread a little more to
give Jo better access. They both continued as if I was not there.

Before Jo can fully claim her prize I stop them and have Sandy
stand at the edge of the bed and strip off her jeans, socks and
top.

"One of the servants asks you 'Do you want to service Mistress
Belle?'" Jo is still basking in her pleasure, so I have Sandy
hold one hand while I hold the other. We pull Jo back up into a
sitting position. I place Jo's hand on Sandy's hip and say, "Jo
you have permission to lick her."

While the two girls navigate round the obstacle of Sandy's
underwear I explain to Sandy, (and again for Jo) that they are in
a magical sex club.

The club is actually an ancient palace built on a place of power,
and that power enabled the Mistress to cast powerful spells.
Through these spells and powers she crafts many sex games to keep
herself amused.

One game involves seeing who can hold onto the Mistress's hand
the longest. Mistress Belle holds back all of her power.

Then and two challengers request an audience. If she accepts them
she draws her pheromones back inside, one sits on each side of
her with their hand extended. She counts down from 3..2..1 and
grasps their hand. Instantly she injects the same energy into
each of them while slowly allowing her pheromones to grow.

The one that lasts the longest without cumming wins, and the
prize is that the Mistress shares the losers orgasm with the
winner and adds a whole lot more flavour.

It is like having a whole new orgasm hand crafted for you. An
Haute couture orgasm if you will... and you will.

I explained another popular game, but I'll tell you about that
some other time.

I put both girl back under, deep under and explained that they
had been imaging going out to a sex club and had become a little
carried away with their description to each other. No one else
was with them, but magically their Mistress would come back with
them. Obviously, being a sex goddess She had the ability to
appear in the real world, (oh and grow a penis at will). She
could change the size of her breast and any other part of her
appearance. Mistress might playfully appear to be someone else,
but it would be clear that it was still her. I gently brought
them up and had them address me, and as planned they both saw me,
even with their eyes open as the mistress of the club.

I suggested that we take a shower together so the three of us,
(with me following behind) wandered into Jo's bathroom. They both
relaxed and talked like it was a girls locker room. When I
undressed Sandy told us that she had shared a house with four
guys while she was at University. Sandy rubbed soap into Jo's
back and down to her bottom as she talked. This interested me, so
while the two girls washed each other and then washed me the
conversation became, mostly, a monologue from Sandy.

She explained that may years later she had come to the conclusion
that her choice had been very deliberate and entirely due to her
sexuality. She really enjoyed the company of men, but being tall
and thin and beautiful she wasn't short of any kind of attention.
What she needed was a safe location where she could experiment.
That, and being the only girl to officially live in the house,
was probably why she gave the place the nickname of the Fume
cupboard.

If she brought a girl home she was sure to be teased over
breakfast, but the boys didn't really mind. If she brought a boy
home she could be sure that one of the house mates would be there
to play big-brother.

She had been invited to live with some of her lesbian friends,
and though she almost said yes there was something indefinable
that stopped her. Later, when she saw how vicious some of the
girls could be when they discovered someone that they
pigeon-holed as lesbian had slept with a, (gasp) man it all
became clear what it was that her unconscious had understood or
predicted over a year before.

I loved the candid description of life and her growing
self-discovery juxtaposed with the rather practical and almost
mechanical washing.

So Sandy was happily married, and none of us wanted to damage
that, but however sweet her husband is, he was never going to be
able to give her pussy, (that was how Sandy and Jo concluded it.
I was going to conclude with something more poetic like, "the
gentle touch of a woman's hand" but once again I was surprised by
how ruthlessly efficient some girls can be when they aren't
hampered by conversational pirouettes designed to protect men
from their own fragile egos.)

I caught myself in a moment watching the washing. I had created
this and it was blissful.

By the time Sandy had made her conclusion we were all towelled
off and dressed, then I noticed the wet hair. I looked outside
and hoped that it was raining. Sadly it was not. "Jo and Sandy -
if anyone asks where you have been, you will tell them that you
spent the afternoon at the swimming pool." It wasn't the best
cover, but I felt that I had to think of something. The person
talking to them might have been at the pool and obviously would
not have seen them. The lack of chlorine smell might also be
suspicious. Closer to home, I realised that their swimsuits were
dry, (which made me think about which parts of the girls would,
for the rest of the day be rather wet).

My moment of bliss was over and I could see how impromptu and
confused the whole event had been. After she dressed I sent Sandy
home. (I was glad to see that Jo attended to helping her Mistress
dress.) I wandered back to my room to write as much of this as I
could remember and to think about where this might be going.

Copyright 2010-2013 The Master Sabian
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