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"Hypnotized"
RC
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*** PART 1 ***
Tracy had asked me to come over Friday evening, saying she had to show
me something she thought I would enjoy. I spent the week wondering what she
had up her sleeve.
I got to her place about five thirty Friday. She said hello, we had a
few beers and talked for half an hour or so. Then she told me that we would
be having someone join us shortly, and asked me to just watch and let
things happen, not to get involved. I asked what she was talking about, but
she would only say that I would understand as things progressed.
A few minutes after that, her doorbell rang. Tracy answered the door
and came into the living room a few minutes later with another girl. I was
intruduced to Amy. Amy had long blonde hair, fantastic blue eyes, and a
body that could be in any magazine around. I found myself coming up with
all kinds of scenarios for whatever was going to happen. We sat back down
in the living room, me on the couch, Amy and Tracy in recliners.
We had another beer and made the usual small talk for a while. Then
Tracy said she had something she wanted Amy to see. She got up and went
over to Amy's chair.
Tracy's top was cut very low, and I had noticed a chain around her
neck, reaching down between her breasts. Now she tugged on the chain, on
the end of which was a crystal pendant. She took it off and held it in
front of Amy, saying she had bought it the day before.
Amy was leaning back in her recliner, and Tracy held the chain so Amy
could remain resting comfortably, looking up slightly at the pendant. Tracy
asked if Amy could see the image inside the pendant. At the same time, she
began moving the pendant so it moved slowly, side to side, back and forth,
around in a circle. Amy said no, she didn't see the image. Tracy told her
to look deep inside the pendant.
Tracy's voice had become very soft, very soothing. She continued
telling Amy to look deeper into the pendant, concentrate on it completely.
Amy became still, staring up at the pendant as Tracy moved it gently.
Now Tracy was saying that the image could be seen easier if Amy let
herself relax and focus even more. Let everything else fade away, just
watch the pendant swinging back and forth, back and forth. Amy's eyes moved
with the motion of the pendant, but her head remained resting against the
back of the recliner.
All Amy had to do, Tracy said, was let herself go, feel herself being
drawn to the pendant. As she said that, she slowly moved it closer to Amy,
and Amy's eyes followed as it moved higher and higher, closer and closer.
Now the pendant was almost over Amy's head. Her eyes rose up towards
her eyelids. Tracy told Amy she could feel herself relaxing completely now,
and her eyelids were feeling too heavy to keep open. She could see the
image some other time, Tracy said. For now, all Amy had to do was feel her
eyelids get heavier and heavier, and as they did, her body would become
more and more relaxed. Feel it happen, Tracy said. Let it happen. It feels
so good. If Amy wanted to close her eyes, she could. When she did close her
eyes, she would feel a sensation of relaxation like she had never imagined
washing through her entire body. She could let herself go totally, become
limp, and loose, and lazy. Just let it happen, Amy. Feel yourself letting
go...
I had been watching Amy's reactions, then my eyes wandered to the
pendant. As it hovered gently over Amy, I found myself becoming more intent
on Tracy's voice. I dimly realized that Tracy was hypnotizing Amy, and that
I was now falling into a trance as well. Reluctantly, and with great
effort, I took my eyes from the pendant and once again watched Amy's face
as she sank into hypnosis.
Her facial muscles were completely relaxed now, her lips parted a
bit. Her eyes were closed, her body nestled into the recliner. Tracy went
on for a few moments, coaxing Amy deeper and deeper. Then she quietly put
the chain back around her neck, tucked the pendant back into her top, and
looked at me. Seeing me watching in facination, she smiled at me.
For the next several minutes, Tracy gave Amy suggestions designed to
deepen her hypnotic trance. Then Tracy had Amy imagine that helium ballons
were tied to her right wrist, and she would feel her arm drift gently and
easily into the air. As I watched, myself almost spellbound by Tracy's soft
voice, Amy's arm rose slowly off the arm of the recliner. As Tracy
reenforced her suggestions, Amy's arm moved quicker, until her arm was
pointing straight up at the ceiling. Tracy then brought Amy's arm slowly
back to her side.
Now Tracy winked at me. Turning back to Amy, she told her that every
time she saw Tracy's pendant moving slowly around, she would feel herself
relaxing, letting go. The longer she watched it, the more relaxed she would
become. She would not want to resist these sensations, she would want to
let herself go. After a while, she would surrender totally to the
relaxation. Her eyes would close and she would sink deeply into the relaxed
state she was now enjoying. Tracy wouldn't have to say a word, Amy's
attention would be held completely by the pendant, and the sensations of
relaxation would increase until she could no longer keep her eyes open.
Tracy was silent for a minute. Then she said she was going to count
from one to five, and at the count of five, Amy's eyes would open, and she
would be totally awake, totally refreshed. She also said there was no
reason for Amy's concious mind to bother remembering anything that had
happened after she first looked at the pendant. Her unconcious mind would
recall everything at the appropriate times. She then counted slowly, and
at five, Amy's eyes opened slowly.
She blinked several times, then, noticing Tracy next to her, tried to
speak. In this, she didn't succeed, and she had to swallow a few times
because her mouth was dry. Finally, she asked Tracy what had happened.
Tracy answered that she had been showing Amy her new pendant and
wondering if she could see the image inside of it. She then asked if Amy
had been able to see it. Amy looked puzzled and said she didn't think so.
Tracy asked if Amy wanted to see it again.
Amy said yes. Barely able to conceal her glee, Tracy removed the
necklace from her neck and held the pendant in front of Amy. As Amy's eyes
fastened onto it, Tracy gave me a big smile.
Amy sat there for several minutes, staring fixedly at the pendant. I
could see her body gradually relaxing. Her face went blank, her mouth
opened a bit. Then her eyelids flickered a few times and closed for good.
Tracy hadn't said a word.
Tracy's smile would have lit up the dark side of the moon. Once again
putting the necklace back on, she asked quietly if Amy could hear her. Amy
mumbled yes, and Tracy gave her deepening suggestions for about ten
minutes. Then she paused, looked at me, took a deep breath, and actually
crossed her fingers.
Turning back to Amy, she suggested that Amy just drift away, away from
this place, away from everything. Drifting gently and freely to another
place, where she would be able to experience pleasure she had never thought
possible. Would Amy like to be in this place? Amy said yes again.
Tracy said that now Amy was finding herself in a beautiful place, a
very beautiful bedroom. The bed was the perfect size, the sheets were her
favorite color, the pillows were just the way she liked. It was the perfect
bedroom, everything exactly as she wanted it. She asked Amy what color the
walls were. After a few seconds, Amy mumbled white. Asked about the sheets,
Amy said they were blue.
Tracy said that Amy was finding herself lying on the bed, totally
nude. She was completely comfortable, completely relaxed. She was lying,
relaxed and nude, on a perfect bed with blue sheets. As she lay there, just
letting herself relax more and more, she would find herself thinking about
entering a relaxed state just like the one Tracy had helped her to enter.
All she had to do, Tracy told her, was lie back, close her eyes, and
take three deep, slow, breaths. Each time she exhaled, she would feel
herself sink deeper into relaxation. Each time she exhaled, she would feel
herself sink deeper into the perfect bed she was lying on. As she exhaled
the third time, she would let herself surrender totally to the sensations
of relaxation and feel her body go limp, and loose, and lazy. She could
then drift gently, listening to Tracy's voice guide her even deeper into
her self-induced state of relaxation.
As I watched, Amy really did take three deep, slow, breaths. As she
exhaled the third time, her body sank even deeper into the recliner.
Tracy's face was glowing with exitement as she continued.
Now Amy was so relaxed, so comfortable. She was feeling so good that
she might even feel as if she was becoming slightly aroused. Every breath
she took allowed her to feel better and better. It felt so good, lying in
her perfect bed, her perfect body perfectly relaxed. Now, Tracy said, Amy
would notice a growing desire to feel even more pleasure.
Tracy said that if Amy wanted to, she could very gently and easily
move her hands over her body, totally aware of every sensation her soft
touch created in her body. She would be aware of the softness of her skin,
the warmth of her body, as her hands gently moved over her body. She could
move her hands and still remain perfectly relaxed, prefectly comfortable.
She would feel so good as her hands moved over her body.
Amy lay in the recliner, her hands in her lap. Now her hands actually
moved a bit, as if she wanted to do something but wasn't sure what. This
happened several times, as Tracy continued to hypnotically build Amy's
desire for more pleasure. Finally, Amy's hands moved for real, very slowly,
but now with a purpose. Her fingers moved up her abdomen to her chest, then
around her nipples, her fingers sliding smoothly over her top. Tracy didn't
let up, driving Amy higher and higher, and Amy began squeezing her breasts.
Her open mouth let out a soft moan.
Tracy's voice dropped to a whisper now, letting Amy's passion take
control. She began repeating the word "orgasm" over and over, mixed in with
her other suggestions of hightened awareness. Amy's right hand now moved
back down over her stomach, and her legs slowly spread apart a bit. Her
fingers began rubbing her jeans between her legs. Softly at first, then
with more intensity, she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm.
Tracy stopped whispering now, and what happened next happened very
quickly. She told Amy to focus totally on the pleasure as she counted from
one to five. As she counted, Amy would quickly drift away from her perfect
place and at the count of five, she would find herself once more in this
room, resting comfortably in the recliner. She would be totally out of her
deeply relaxed state, fully concious and awake. She spoke very fast, and
then counted 1-2-3-4-5 in about a second. Amy's eyes popped open.
Her left hand was still massaging her breasts, and her right hand was
still between her legs. Her jeans were darkening beneath her fingers from
the juices her excitement was producing. She blinked a few times, and her
hands paused for a few seconds.
But she couldn't stop. Tracy had created such an aroused state within
Amy that she had to keep going. Her eyes closed again, not due to a
hypnotic trance, but a sexual one. Her fingers resumed their activities,
but now aware of things, Amy's right hand slid beneath her jeans. Seconds
later she was writhing in the recliner, totally lost in her passion.
Tracy stood next to her, watching with wide eyes. She looked almost
as turned on as Amy. My cock was threatening to split my jeans open.
As I watched, Tracy leaned over and undid a button on Amy's top. Amy
opened her eyes a bit, but didn't slow down. She looked curiously up at
Tracy for a second, then her eyes closed again. Immediately, Tracy undid
the rest of Amy's top. Amy made no move to stop her.
She did, however, take the opportunity to slide her left hand under
her loosened top and under her bra. Tracy took Amy's top and moved it away
to both sides, fully exposing Amy's bra. Then Tracy took a deep breath,
closed her eyes, and gently carressed Amy's unoccupied breast.
Amy's eyes flew open again. At that moment, however, she came yet
again, and her eyes flickered closed as her body shuddered. Tracy reached
down and unzipped Amy's jeans.
Soon Tracy's fingers had joined Amy's between her legs. Amy made no
move to stop Tracy, in fact spreading her legs a bit wider for her. After a
while, and what seemed like several dozen orgasms, Tracy bent over and
kissed Amy full on the mouth. Amy's eyes opened yet again, but closed
immediately and she responded with interest. Her left hand reached around
Tracy's neck and pulled her face closer to her own.
I sat there watching as Amy then reached over and undid Tracy's jeans.
Tracy smiled down at her, and guided Amy's willing hand to her waiting
pussy. Now it was Tracy's turn to close her eyes in ecstacy. She threw her
head back, moaning again and again.
Now Amy sat up in the recliner. She reached over and undid Tracy's
top, Tracy shrugged her top onto the floor, and removed her bra as well.
Amy froze.
Tracy looked at her questioningly. She was so hot now, and she wanted
Amy bad. But Amy knelt on the recliner, not moving.
Then Tracy realized what was happening. Upon removing Tracy's top, Amy
had seen the pendant underneath, resting comfortably between Tracy's
breasts. Recalling Tracy's hypnotic suggestions, her eyes had fastened on
it, and she was now drifting helplessly into hypnosis. Tracy, not wanting
to interfere with her post-hypnotic command, watched dejectedly as Amy sank
back into hypnosis. As Amy's eyes closed, her body went limp, and she
slumped into the recliner. Sighing, Tracy arranged Amy's body a bit more
comfortably. She took her pendant in her hand and looked at it ruefully.
Then her face brightened. She turned back to Amy and whispered something to
her. Then she turned to me with a big smile on her face.
Holding the pendant up in front of me she asked, in a very soft,
soothing voice, if I could see the image inside her pendant.
*** END OF PART 1 ***
"Hypnotized"
RC
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*** PART 2 ***
Holding the pendant up in front of me Tracy asked, in a very soft,
soothing voice, if I could see the image inside her pendant.
She had a very innocent look on her face, but after seeing Amy get
caught in Tracy's hypnotic trap, I obviously knew very well what she was up
to. I just grinned at her and said I didn't think so. She continued looking
at me with those big, soft, brown, Bambi eyes, and whispered "Please?"
Something in the back of my mind was telling me to just shut up and
let her do it. She almost had a pleading look in her eyes, and as I tried
to figure out what the best course of action was, she spoke again.
She started telling me how she had hypnotized Amy, which I sort of
knew already. In her soft voice, she said how watching the pendant had kept
Amy's conciousness occupied while Tracy's voice had gone straight into her
mind, bypassing Amy's defenses. The key, she said, was to keep the concious
mind busy while the hypnotic suggestions were working at an unconcious
level. As Amy's attention had narrowed totally to watching the pendant,
Tracy's commands had become almost irrestistible. And as Amy's eyes had
grown physically tired from focusing so intently on the pendant, Tracy had
been able to build on that feeling, suggesting that Amy's whole body was
relaxing as well. It was all very simple, Tracy said, and all Amy had had
to do was let it happen. All anyone had to do in order to be hypnotized was
just allow it to happen. Just feel the relaxation spreading, let it happen.
Feel their eyelids growing heavy, so heavy, and before long, it would be
impossible to keep them open. All I had to do was let it happen. Feel my
breathing become slow, deep, and gentle. Let it happen.
As Tracy spoke, still using her soothing, gentle voice, she continued
to look straight at me. I listened to her, facinated at how simple it
seemed to be to hypnotize someone. It never occured to me that she had
stopped talking about Amy, and hypnotizing people in general, and started
talking specifically to me. I just stared into those beautiful brown eyes
and listened with rapt attention to her describe how to induce a hypnotic
trance. The fact that it was now being induced in me never occured to me. I
had been prepared to resist looking at Tracy's pendant, knowing what the
result would be. The fact that her eyes were holding me spellbound just as
well as the pendant never occured to me either.
I'm not really sure if I conciously decided to let Tracy put me in a
trance, or if she had me "in her power" before I had time to decide either
way. Her eyes stared deep into mine, I couldn't look away, and I was aware
of Tracy's soothing voice persuading me to let myself go. My body tingled a
bit, and felt almost as if it was sinking into the couch. Tracy's voice was
always there, gently guiding my mind in the direction she wanted me to go.
Tracy was saying I could close my eyes and prepare to experience great
pleasure, such as I had seen Amy experiencing. As my eyes closed and I
surrendered myself to Tracy, I was dimly aware that despite my body being
as limp as a dish towel, I seemed to have an immense erection.
I heard Tracy say the word "five". My eyes opened. I blinked several
times and looked around. I was still on the couch, slumped against the
back. Amy was still sleeping peacefully in her recliner. Tracy stood in
front of me, watching me with an amused look on her face.
I realized right away what had happened, and I had to smile back.
Tracy asked how I felt, and after I got my voice working again, I had to
say I felt absolutely fantastic. She grinned slyly and asked me to tell her
about it. I thought for a moment, and had to tell her that all I remembered
was looking into her eyes. Still smiling, she told me I'd gone out like a
light.
She came closer, and knelt on the couch, actually straddling my legs
as I sat there. She reached out and started gently massaging my neck and
shoulders. I looked at her curiously. She looked calmly back at me and
continued her massage. I immediately noticed two things. One, I was getting
hard again. Two, I was already starting to feel as if I was falling into
her eyes. She didn't speak, she just stared at me and gently carressed my
neck and shoulders. It was getting hard to keep my head up, the muscles
were becoming so relaxed. I realized what was happening, but I had no
choice but to continue staring into her eyes and allow myself to be taken
in. After some time, the muscles in my neck were so limp it was impossible
to hold my head up to meet her gaze. My head dropped loosely to my chest,
and my eyes snapped shut.
I awakened to find myself still on the couch, my head down. With an
effort, I looked up to find Amy and Kim sitting in the recliners, watching
me. It took a few seconds to get myself together, and I had to smile. Tracy
smiled back, and slowly stood up.
She asked Amy to sit next to me on the couch, and she stood in front
of us, smiling. We waited expectantly. Finally, she spoke.
"Both of you know what happened, right?" Amy and I nodded.
"You know you've been hypnotized, and you know that I can hypnotize
you again any time I want to, right?" Again we agreed.
"Did you enjoy being hypnotized?" Both of us nodded and said yes.
"Do you know what hypnotic suggestions you were given?" We said no,
but Amy added that she had a pretty good idea based on what had happened
when she awakened the first time. Tracy smiled at her, and I began to
wonder if anything similar had happened to me. My cock grew at that
thought.
Tracy noticed the growing lump in my jeans, and her smile was now
directed at me. As if reading my mind, she asked if I felt left out at not
being given the same treatment as Amy. Figuring she still had something up
her sleeve, I said no. She stood there, her top gone, her nipples pointing
at us, her jeans in a heap on the floor. Amy sat next to me, her jeans now
gone as well, in panties, bra, and an open shirt. The lump in my pants
grew.
Quietly, Tracy asked me to unzip my jeans. Suddenly embarrassed for
some reason, I glanced at Amy. She just motioned to her bare legs, and with
a grin told me that I might as well, because Tracy could make me do it
anyways. So I unzipped my jeans.
Released, my cock popped out immediately. Tracy came closer, and bent
down to examine it. "Very nice", she said. Turning to Amy, she said
"Wouldn't it be a shame to waste something like that? But before we take
care of it, we should real sure it's ready."
She held her hand out to Amy, who took it. Tracy straightened up, and
Amy stood up as well. They stood right in front of me, facing each other. I
wanted to stand up and jump them both, but sheer curiosity made me wait for
whatever was going to happen next. I didn't wait long.
Tracy's hand slid underneath Amy's panties. Amy gasped, but made no
move to resist. Staring into Amy's wide eyes, Tracy quickly brought Amy to
orgasm. Amy stood helplessly, held by Tracy's eyes, as her body shuddered
again and again. Her knees trembled, and I thought for a moment she would
fall, but holding Tracy's hand seemed to have a steadying effect on her. I
watched, seemingly as helpless as Amy, as Tracy made her cum.
Then Tracy removed her hand. After Amy caught her breath, and still
holding her gaze, Tracy whispered, "Now, Amy, please do the same for me."
Amy's free hand slowly moved towards Tracy. She touched Tracy's thigh. Then
her fingers moved to Tracy's panties, and she paused. Then, very slowly
indeed, she slid her fingers underneath to where Tracy's soaking pussy
waited. Moments later, Tracy was finding it hard to keep her eyes locked on
Amy's, as she came over and over.
But Amy was still spellbound, and seemed to be getting more into what
she was doing. Tracy let her go on for quite a while, riding wave after
wave of pleasure. Finally, Tracy gasped, "OK, Amy, stop now. Oh, God, that
was good, Amy."
Amy obediently stopped, and removing her hand, let it drop to her
side. Tracy stood there panting for several moments, still keeping Amy
under the power of her eyes. Then she spoke again, hardly loud enough for
me to hear. "Amy, let your eyes close now." Amy's eyes closed instantly.
"Now, Amy, you can let yourself go. You can now give yourself pleasure in
any way you wish. You can do anything you wish to give yourself pleasure.
Nothing will stop you, nothing will disturb you. You don't have to hold
back at all. You will find the pleasure greater than anything you have ever
experienced before in your life. When I release your hand, you can
surrender yourself to the passion you are now feeling. Give yourself to it,
be one with it. You ARE passion, you ARE desire. Let it happen. The next
time you feel my touch, you will know it is time to return to this place,
and you will prepare yourself to listen to my voice once again."
Tracy took her hand from Amy's.
Amy stood there quivering for a second. Then her hand dove beneath her
panties and into her pussy. To my surprise, instead of watching Amy, Tracy
too was fondling herself. Both of them stood there in front of me, eyes
closed, lost in their own private worlds of pleasure. As things progressed,
two piles of discarded clothing grew on the floor as they shed their
remaining bras, panties, etc.
I sat on the couch, watching as the two of them drove themselves wild.
Their scents filled the room, their moans and gasps were continuous. My
cock felt ready to burst. I had never been so horny. But whether it was a
post-hypnotic suggestion Tracy had given me, or just not wanting to miss
anything, I just sat there and watched.
Amy was writhing on the floor now. Tracy was leaning against the wall
with one hand buried between her legs, the other roaming her body. Amy's
back arched high into the air as yet another orgasm ripped through her
body, then slammed back to the floor, she was too exhausted to support
herself. Tracy threw her head back and let out a long, drawn-out sound that
was somewhere between a scream and a whisper. Then, finally, Tracy's hands
dropped to her side, and she rested against the wall, fighting for air.
When she regained her composure, she looked at me, grinning wickedly
as the sight of my cock pointing forlornly skyward. Without a word, she
crept over to Amy and gently carressed her shoulder. Amy, in mid-orgasm,
went limp, and lay there panting. Tracy let her recover a bit, then softly
suggested she open her eyes and awaken.
Amy lay there looking up at the ceiling for a minute as she got her
breath back. Finally, she looked around. Seeing Tracy standing near her,
she looked up at her and said, "Oh, my God." Tracy smiled down at her, then
reached down and gently helped her to her feet.
They stood there, supporting each other for a few moments as Amy
regained her composure. Tracy's arms were around Amy, her hands carressing
her gently, and she was whispering in Amy's ear.
Amy's body went limp in Tracy's arms. Tracy half carried, half
dragged, Amy to the couch and, motioning for me to stand, lay her down.
She looked down at Amy with a satisfied expression. I looked at them
both, both nude, both hot, both good-looking. I was just about to ask Tracy
what she had planned for me, when, without looking up from Amy's body, she
told me to take my clothes off.
In no time at all, my clothes had joined theirs on the floor. Now I
stood naked, my cock pointing at Tracy like a telephone pole. Finally
turning away from Amy's sleeping form, Tracy looked at me.
To my surprise, it wasn't a look of happy anticipation, or lingering
pleasure. It was more a look of knowing conquest, that she had the upper
hand in whatever game she was playing. I knew that too.
I just didn't quite understand the game yet.
*** END OF PART 2 ***
"Hypnotized"
RC
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