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Hypno Celeb 54: Rebecca Romijn
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.
     I know I said I was going to start on European actresses,
but a fan of mine, Mesmer Eyes, sent in this idea and it was just
too good to pass up on. All comments and suggestions/scenarios
welcomed. Enjoy.


     Some days, even a supermodel didn't get a fair break.
Rebecca Romijn certainly thought so. Her day had started off bad
and had gone swiftly downhill from there. Her shower hadn't
worked right and the fact that it would soon be fixed was of
little comfort. She hadn't had time to apply her makeup
correctly, her normally straight blonde hair was a mess and her
clothes were wrinkled.
     From there, the limo had been half an hour late. The driver
had gotten lost on the way to the shoot so she was two hours late
getting to the site. Then, to add insult to injury, it had begun
to pour rain, forcing everyone to take cover under a makeshift
tent. The final straw came when she the rain finally let up and
Rebecca took a step out, slid on slick grass and fell right into
a huge mud pile. 
     The crew had tried to hold in their laughter, but it was too
much. Rebecca had finally blown her top, screaming obscenities at
the crew, waving her arms and insisting there was no way she
would ever do the shoot. It would have been serious if she wasn't
covered in mud. Rebecca stalked off and no one in the crew was
willing to follow her.
     One hour and several hundred yards later, Rebecca realized
she was lost. She came up to a road, with no cars in sight. She
decided to stay by and wait for a car to come by. She'd hitch a
ride back to the hotel, clean up and forget this day ever
started. She began to curse again as a new wave of rain came down
on top of her.
     She stood in the rain for about five minutes before seeing a
car coming up. She began waving her hands, knowing she was a
horrible sight. The car slowed and stopped before her. At the
wheel was a middle-aged man with graying dark hair and a tweed
suit. "Name's Brian," the man said. "Need a lift?" 
     "Please? I'm a little lost for transport."
     "Come on in." Brian let Rebecca in and began to drive off.
Rebecca leaned back and stared out the window, happy that Brian
didn't seem very talkative. Brian glanced at her. He knew who she
was. Even several layers of mud couldn't hide that beautiful
face. He kept silent, turning up the wipers as the rain continued
to come down. He had driven a mile when he glanced at Rebecca and
saw her staring out the window, lost in thought. "It's peaceful,
isn't it?" Brian said. "The rain, I mean. I always find it
peaceful. Just to listen to and watch it. It's peaceful. Just
listen to the rain fall against the glass and you can feel all
your troubles washing away. It's so nice, just to let the rain
wash away all your troubles. Do you have some troubles?"
     "Yeah," Rebecca said in a faint voice. She stared quietly
out at the road ahead.
     "Yes, watching the rain helps you relax. It especially helps
you relax when you watch the wipers. The wipers relax you as
well. They move back and forth, back and forth, washing away the
rain. They wash away the rain and the rain washes away your
troubles. It's so relaxing to watch them move back and forth,
back and forth. They just wash away the rain, wash away your
troubles. It's so relaxing just to watch the wiper blades moving
back and forth, back and forth, watch the waves of water sweep
by, wave after wave. It's so relaxing, so soothing. You forget
all your troubles, forget all your worries, forget everything,
just relax and listen to my voice and watch the wipers move back
and forth."
     Brian braked slightly and stole a glance at Rebecca. She
didn't respond at all, her eyes fixed blankly on the swinging
wipers. "It's so relaxing, just to watch the wipers swing and let
the water wash away all your troubles. It's so very soothing to
watch and listen and you feel so relaxed. So very relaxed. As you
watch the wipers move back and forth, back and forth. Just listen
to my voice and you will find yourself entering a wonderful
sleep. A nice, wonderful sleep. When I turn off the wipers,
you'll fall completely into this sleep." Brian turned off the
wipers and Rebecca's eyes closed, her head slumping forward.
     "What's your name?" Brian asked.
     "Rebecca Romijn," came the sleepy response, verifying
Brian's suspicions. 
     "Rebecca, listen to me. My voice is like the rain falling.
Every word relaxes you, every word sends you deeper and deeper
into this wonderful sleep. You love listening to my voice,
Rebecca, you love hearing me speak. You want to do everything I
say because you like my voice so much. Anything, isn't that
right, Rebecca?"
     "Yes..Anything..."
     "Good. Good." Brian started up the car and drove to the
hotel. All the way he deepened Rebecca's trance, forcing himself
to concentrate on the road as he brought her deeper into a
trance. By the time he reached the hotel, he knew she was deep
enough to obey any of his commands. He got Rebecca's room number
and then began to issue a set of commands. "Rebecca, when I honk
my horn, you'll wake up. You will not remember anything I have
said to you. You will simply believe that you fell asleep during
the drive. However, when you hear my voice, and only my voice,
say the words 'wiper blades' you will fall back into the same
sleep you are in now and do everything I say. Do you understand
that?" 
     "Yes.." Rebecca whispered. Brian honked on the horn.
Rebecca's head came up as she woke up with a start. "Sorry,"
Brian said. "Anyway, here's your hotel."
     "Oh. Oh, thanks." Rebecca got out of the car and walked over
to the entrance. Brian drove off and quickly slid into an open
parking space. He waited five minutes, then ran out and into the
hotel. He headed straight for the fifth floor and Rebecca's room.
He paused outside and could hear the sound of running water.
Rebecca was following the first of his commands. He waited until
the water had stopped and then knocked on the door.
     Rebecca opened the door, still dressed in her muddy clothes.
"Wiper blades," Brian said and she was instantly back in her
trance. "Rebecca, open your eyes and let me in." Rebecca obeyed,
and Brian entered the nice room. He turned to Rebecca and quickly
undressed, his cock ready. "Rebecca, I want you to take off your
clothes. As you do, you will feel more and more sexually aroused.
By the time you are naked, you will want to release that passion
with me in the worst way. When I kiss you, you will want to make
love to me at once. Now, strip."
     He could tell his suggestion had taken hold by her husky
breathing as she removed each item of muddy clothing. She finally
stood before him naked and the pictures didn't do her justice. He
ran a hand over her breasts and heard her sigh in response. He
took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom. The tub was
filled, bubbles covering the surface. He led her inside and sat
her on one side of the tub. He leaned in and kissed her and was
pleased when she wrapped her tongue around him, returning it with
passion.
     They leaned back in the tub as they kissed, running their
hands over each other. He broke off and lay her back and ran his
hands over her soapy breasts. He squeezed the large mammiries,
pinching the tightened nipples, eliciting groans from the
hypnotized model. He let his tongue drag along her smooth body,
ignoring the taste of soap as he massaged her tits. He pulled her
to him and entered her, his cock easily sliding into her wet
pussy. She moved against him as he began ramming his cock into
her. Waves of water thrashed around them as they pushed into one
another. He tickled each nipple with his tongue as his member
pushed into her. He slid back and forth, his hands pinching her
asscheeks as he continued. She arched back slightly as they
orgasmed, another stain to be wiped away by the soap.
     He took her again as the water from the tub drained. This
time, he manipulated her ass more as he fucked her, coming just
as the water emptied into the drain. He moved her onto the bed
and made love again and again, exploring every inch of that
marvelous body of hers. Brian couldn't believe that he'd lucked
into this as he shoved his cock into Rebecca's perfect ass and
took her from behind.
     He finally left her in the middle of the night. She would
only remember an incredibly intense dream, one that urged her to
play with herself. Brian would remember far more. He grinned as
he headed back to his car. He didn't even mind the parking
violation underneath the wiper blade. The little baby had more
than paid him in full. 


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