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Hypno Celeb 59: Cameron Diaz
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. 
     Another great idea contributed by my friend, Mesmer Eyes.
Keep it up, pal. All suggestions/scenarios and comments welcomed. 
Enjoy.


     It had been a while since Cameron Diaz had been to Chicago.
Not since making "My Best Friend's Wedding." It was a nice town,
especially in the summertime. She hadn't had a lot of time to
sightsee during the movie shoot but with some vacation time on
her hands, she thought now would be a good opportunity to take in
the city's sights.
     Any tour of Chicago had to start with the Sears Tower. It
dominated the city skyline, the world's tallest building,
reaching right into the clouds as if it belonged there. Cameron
took a moment to observe it from the ground. She wore a nice
yellow dress, her short blond hair cut close to her scalp, her
long legs evident. She took a moment to gaze up at the building
before entering it.
     It was still early, so Cameron wasn't too surprised to see
no one else around. She took an elevator down to the ticket area.
Again, no one was there. She bought a ticket and patiently waited
for the elevator to arrive. The elevator operator was a slightly
overweight man in his forties, wearing an ill-fitting suit.
Cameron smiled at him politely. He didn't seem to recognize her.
The doors closed and the elevator began its long ascent. 
     The operator began a short spiel, a history of the building
and its place in Chicago. Cameron tuned it out, gazing up
expectantly at the numbers as she climbed up. 9..10..11..12..13.
She was still aware of the guide's voice speaking, telling her
all about the height of the building, the stories, the way it was
built. 22..23..24..25..26. Cameron leaned against the wall,
listening as the guide talked about how the ride up could make
you feel relaxed, make you feel like flying. With each new floor,
you felt as if you were becoming lighter and lighter. Cameron did
begin to feel like that. 45..46..47..48..
     The guide glanced at Cameron and smiled slightly as he saw
her fixed expression as she stared at the numbers going up. "You
feel lighter and lighter," he said. "More relaxed as each number
comes up. Just keep watching the numbers arrive, one at a time
and you're beginning to feel so relaxed now. So very relaxed."
68..69..70..71..72. "Just watch the numbers go by, Cameron. One
after another, after another. Just watch them go by, so nice, so
orderly. Watch them go by and just feel yourself growing
relaxed." 87..88..89..90.. "More relaxed with each number,
Cameron. More and more relaxed."
     The attendant stopped the car at the hundredth floor.
Cameron leaned against the wall, a dreamy expression on her face,
staring at the number indicator. The guide grinned. He'd
recognized her instantly and was hoping the same trick he worked
on his co-workers would work on her. He glanced at his watch.
People usually spent twenty minutes up top before returning.
Enough time. He hit the switch and sent the elevator falling down
to the ground slowly. 
     "Watch the numbers, Cameron. Watch them count down, one by
one. Watch them go down and you can feel yourself lowering with
them." 99..98..97..96..95.. "Just watch the numbers, Cameron.
Count them to yourself. Watch the numbers fall, one by one, floor
by floor. Watch the numbers fall and with each falling number you
begin to feel yourself growing sleepy. As each number drops,
you'll feel a little sleepier." 83..82..81..80. "Don't fight it,
Cameron. Just let it happen. Let it come over you. This nice,
wonderful sleep. You want it to come. You need it to come. Watch
the numbers fall and feel yourself drifting deeper and deeper
into sleep." 67..66..65..64..63.. "Deeper, Cameron, deeper with
each number. As each number falls, so does your resistance, so
does your will. As the numbers count down, you feel so sleepy and
so tired. All you want to do is sleep. You welcome this sleep.
You want it. You need it." 45..44..43..42.. "Deeper, Cameron.
Each number falling is a sign for you to go deeper. Deeply
asleep, Cameron. You want to fall deeply asleep. Sleepy, Cameron,
you feel so sleepy. Just let it come. Let it come."
24..23..22..21. "Just let go, Cameron. Sleep. When the number
hits one, sleep. Let go and sleep and let my voice guide you." As
soon as the number 1 showed up, Cameron's head slumped forward
and she slid down the wall in sleep.
     The guide sent the elevator down deeper into the basement.
The door opened and the guide helped Cameron back to her feet.
"Come with me, Cameron," he said. "Trust me and follow my every
word. You know you want to." The elevator guide led the
hypnotized actress to a small room. Inside was a cot, comfortable
if not lavish. The guide stripped naked before sitting on the
cot. "Cameron, you're asleep. A nice, deep sleep. Every word I
say send you deeper into this sleep. So deep, Cameron. So deep
that you want to do everything I say. You need to do everything I
say. Now, take off your clothes, Cameron. Take them all off."
     Cameron hesitated slightly before unbuttoning and slipping
off her dress. She unsnapped her bra and let her pert breasts
fall. Her blond tuft was exposed as she slipped off her panties.
She swayed slightly, naked, waiting for the next command. "Come
to me, Cameron," the guide intoned. Cameron obediently stepped
forward. The attendant took her and brought her into him, kissing
her hotly. She was slow to respond, but soon wrapped her tongue
around his with feeling. They lay back on the cot, the guide on
the bottom. Cameron sat herself down on the man's cock and slowly
began to rock herself on him. The man's hands ran up her body,
squeezing her tight breasts, loving the moans that came from her
as he took her. She rode him harder, shifting on his rod as she
rocked on it, trying to make him come. She succeeded and they
orgasmed loudly, their cries audible down the deserted basement.
     Cameron slumped forward and the man withdrew his cock from
her. He pushed her down and gripped her smooth ass. He took a
moment to run his hands down those wonderful buttocks before
pushing his hard-rock cock into her pussy. He thrusted forward,
pushing his member into her ass, gripping at her buttocks.
Cameron moaned and gripped the edge of the cot for support as the
man fucked her from behind. She shuddered as his cum flew into
her, not relaxing until she was sure he was done. 
     The guide quickly dressed and had Cameron do the same. He
led her to the elevator, stopping her just outside. "Cameron,
we're going to get into the elevator. When you hear the bell ring
and the doors open, you will wake up. You will feel refreshed and
relaxed. You will not remember anything that has happened. You
will remember only that you went to the top and enjoyed the view.
Nothing more. Now, if you ever hear me say the words 'going down'
you will instantly fall back asleep. Remember that and nothing
else." As he led Cameron back up, the guide smiled again. He was
planning to make sure her trip to Chicago would be one Cameron
would never remember.


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