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Hyp-Nonsense

Standard Disclaimer, meaning this hypnosis/mind-control story is NOT
to be read by persons under the age of 18 years of age. If you enjoy
this story please email your appreciation to the publisher of this
site who has been nice enough to publish it here for your leisure and
pleasure. Thank you - Mesmer.

			  HYP-NONSENSE
				(C)
				by Mesmer
				Chapter 1
				
                               *
He was tired and he'd had enough for one week's work of listening
patiently to other people's problems in his role as a counsellor. All
he wanted to do was settle in for the evening and maybe watch a video
or two while sipping a Rum and Coke. And maybe after that he might
even try and plunder his wife if he could talk her into it. She hadn't
been too interested lately, not that he had been either, with all the
work he'd had on at the clinic.

     So, all in all, Max Rogers was not in too friendly a mood when he
walked through the door of his house at six pm on that Friday evening
and was told that their guests would be arriving in one hours time. It
had been Margaret's, his wife's idea, and, she had not cleared it with
him as she usually did. She had this time because she had noticed how
tired he'd been lately and how they never went anywhere, thinking it
might be nice to just relax and enjoy a warm, friendly gathering over
a few drinks with friends at their home where they didn't have to
drive home afterwards.

     Max had been livid at first, but had settled down after he'd had
one Rum and Coke and a hot shower. He'd returned downstairs just as
their first guests arrived. Margaret was closing the door behind them
as he came off the bottom step leading up to their family bedroom.
There would be three other couples joining them for the evening, Peter
and Pauline being the first to arrive. Soon would come John and Jane
in the same car as Robert and Rowena. Max had always wondered how he
ever came to know three other couples like he and his wife whose
initials had been the same as their partner.  

			      * * 

By the time Max had helped his wife get some drinks for everyone the
others had arrived.  Everyone had settled themselves, spread around
the lounges and couches in the lounge room.  The atmosphere was warm
and jovial as all sipped their drinks with several different
conversations happening at once as everyone brought everyone else up
to date on what had been happening with them since they had last all
saw each other.

     Max was sipping his wine, casually observing the interaction
between all the other husbands and wives, looking for any sign of
coolness or hostility, meaning there was a problem within the marriage
unit itself, but there were none to be seen. All seemed loving and
courteous towards one another, at least on the surface, Max thought,
as he brought his thoughts and concentration back to the current
talker, John.   John was talking about a stage show him and Jane had
attended a few weeks before - a hypnotic stage show. They had both
volunteered and had a ball, according to John. The excitement in his
voice was evident as he retold some of the things the stage hypnotist
had them both doing in front of a hundred people or so in the
audience.

     Max watched Jane's face as she watched her husband's face while
he retold the story of their exciting evening. Jane seemed to get a
far away look in her eye every now and then, but her smile remained
fixed on her rather attractive face and features at all times.

     "I don't know whether I was under or not." John was saying. "I
felt tingly at one time.  Maybe I just went along with the show. I
don't know." Even then, as he was talking, John tried to recall the
strange feeling he had experienced as he had gazed into the eyes of
the hypnotist. But, try as he might, he just couldn't remember. It had
been fun, anyway, he concluded to himself as he stopped talking to
draw a breath. 

     I definitely felt under." Jane jumped right in on his last word.
"It was incredible! At one time I really tried not to do what he said,
but I couldn't! I really tried, but I just couldn't get it to happen
for me, my way. It just felt right to do exactly as he said!
Everything he said seemed to be such a good idea at the time, even
though I knew I was making a real fool of myself. But I just didn't
seem to care." Jane's skin prickled all over as she thought of the way
she had felt on the night. It had been the most unusual experience of
her life, one that she was sure she'd never forget.

     Everybody laughed, including Jane. Max knew quite a lot about
hypnosis, although nobody in the room knew exactly how much. He used
it, in fact, almost every day with at least one of his patients. Even
Margaret, his wife of ten years now didn't know about that aspect of
his skills.  He'd always felt that his business was his business, and
he hated bringing work home or talking about it in any way.

     "I'd love to feel what it's like." Pauline said with exuberance
in her voice, seeing the excitement in both John and Jane's voices and
faces as they talked. The thoughts of being totally under someone
else's control somehow turned her on, in a nice sort of way. She made
a mental note to check the papers in her area and look for any stage
hypnotism shows that might be on. Maybe she could talk Peter into
going along. She was sure he'd like to, after listening to the
exciting and funny stories of Jane and John.

     "Me too!" Rowena chimed in immediately. It all sounded like so
much fun, being made to do things against you will. She had been
hypnotised in her high school years for a learning disability. Her
mother had taken her. She couldn't remember what it had felt like, or
if it had even helped her with her schoolwork now. Too long ago. But
the thought of it now seemed to be totally different to those of her
memories. It sounded like a lot of fun and excitement.

     Robert just sat and listened. He had been hypnotised once at a
stage show, but it was so long ago he could hardly remember it.
Nothing startling came to mind as he tried though, excited in a
strange sort of way as he took in the excitement on John and Jane's
faces as they recounted their experiences of the night. 

     Peter listened, entertained, but not impressed. As a solicitor he
had been made naturally cynical by his industry. He believed no-one
and nothing anybody else told him - even from his wife. He smiled. The
wines he had consumed so far were dulling his cynicism a little, but
not so much that he actually believed that hypnosis could make a
person do something against their own wishes or will.

The husbands all remained quiet, but attentive, Max noticed, as the
women then all began to imagine out loud various situations, and then
laugh and giggle about how they would behave and whether or not they
would have gone  under if it had been they up on the stage that night.
All listening were egged on by Jane and John's memories and the
excitement in their voice as they recounted and elaborated on each
thing the stage hypnotist had them do.

     "How about a nice, warm fire." Max said aloud. It was a cool
winter's night. The chill was just beginning to find its way into the
lounge room of their nice, but rather old house.

     "Great!" Robert agreed, suddenly realising that there had
developed a slight chill in the air. He rubbed his hands together
briskly.

     Max had the logs burning in the fireplace within ten minutes. The
heat from the raging fire quickly sent wave after wave of warmth and
relaxation throughout the large, high- ceilinged room and everyone in
it as they continued drinking their wine, opening fresh bottles as
each of them emptied. Max remained a little quieter than the rest,
joining in occasionally, but content to just drink his wine and notice
the effect of the heat from the fire and the wine as it mixed in the
minds and bodies of his guests. Max had always been a people-watcher.
It was his stock-in-trade.

     Max studied each one individually as he listened and took part in
the rambling conversations. John and Jane were very relaxed in their
chairs, their faces flushed from the excitement of their stories, the
warmth from the flaming log fire, as well as the several glasses of
wine they had each consumed. Robert and Rowena seemed just as relaxed
and even more talkative now, while Peter and Pauline were sprawled
back in their chairs really getting into the spirit of having a good
time. Max's wife, Margaret was also flushed in the face, he noticed.
Her eyes glistened as they always did whenever she drank wine. Max had
not missed Jane, in his scrutinising of her face, that she seemed to
be a little tipsy in her chair, and occasionally slurred in her speech
as she giggled and cackled along with the rest of the women. Max
smiled, thinking it wouldn't be long before she would have had her
fill for the night.

     "I've got to go." Jane declared suddenly with a giggle. "Got to
make room for some more of this delicious wine."

     Everybody laughed. Max thought with an amused grin that it was
unusual that none of the other women got up to go with her as he
watched Jane sway a little on her feet after rising from the depth of
her comfortable chair. Most kittens went to the sandbox in pairs or
threes, although he had never found in any of his psyche books the
reason why it was always so.  Everybody then just returned to the
conversations they had been having, minus Jane, and it was at that
Moment Max's bladder gave a hint to him as well.

     "I'm after Jane, my body tells me." He said with a laugh as he
rose and walked towards the long hallway where Jane had disappeared
down on her way to the downstairs toilet.

     Max heard everyone just laughed and continued with their
conversation as if he hadn't spoken at all. When Max reached the
toilet the door was closed. He leaned against the wall, controlling
the growing feeling of full in his lower loins with a little
thigh-squeezing and bladder tensing. 

     After a few minutes he heard the toilet flush. Then the door
opened and Jane stepped out quickly. He smiled when she saw him,
noticing how glazed her eyes were from the heat and the wine. She
grinned, swaying unsteadily as she was about to pass him.

     "Oohh!" she exclaimed as her legs suddenly gave way beneath her.

     Max quickly reached out and grabbed her, preventing her from
falling to the tiled hallway floor, flat on her pretty face.

     "Must have got up too quickly?" Max smiled as he righted her and
looked into her eyes. She seemed to be having trouble focussing.

     "Wow!" Jane said. "Watch that last step. It's a killer! Aaaaahh!
My head is spinning!" Then she laughed.

     It was at that precise moment in time that Max had an impulsive
idea barnstorm directly into his consciousness - a compulsive thought
and act he would never have thought himself capable of. He held Jane
tightly by each upper arm as steadied her, and stared hard into her
eyes.

     "Just relax." He said firmly, but soothingly to her. "Just let go
...  relax and remember ... how nice it is to ... just let go of
everything ... go with the flow. ... Your dizziness will soon pass ...
if you just relax ... let go right into it ... until you feel yourself
... sinking down ... and down ... down under the weight of your own
... very heavy ... very tired eyelids."

     Max watched Jane's eyelids blink several times as she tried to
focus on his face. He repeated everything he had just said to her
again, and then again for a third time. By the end of the third time
Jane's eyes had closed completely. She stood swaying a little in his
grasp.  Her breathing was deep and even. Her lips were parted.

     Jane felt strange. The near-trip and fall onto the tiles had
rattled her a little. Thank Christ Max had been there to catch her. He
had been right. She had gotten up from the toilet too quickly with her
head down. She knew she had drunk a little too much wine too quickly
with the heat in the room. Her head was spinning, but not as crazily
as it had before Max had started talking to her about relaxing. It
felt good to let go. After all that was why she had come along. To
relax and have a good time. Jane wondered why Max's voice seemed
different somehow - sort of gentle, but firm, almost like her father
talking to her.

     "Now go deeper." Max said firmly to her. "Into your wonderful
feeling ... really go deeper into it ... let yourself go ... have some
fun." He continued firmly and gently. "After all, that's what you're
here for. Isn't that true?"

     "Mmmm." Came Jane's mumbled response.  She knew max was right.
And she felt so light-headed right then, reminding herself how lucky
she was that Max was holding her upright by her upper arms. Her head
was calming. The spinning sensation was quickly being replaced by a
deep, inner peace and quiet as she found herself listening to max's
different, yet not unlikeable voice.

     "Go deeper and deeper ... into your relaxation ... feeling so
wonderful ...  how you feel right now ... in every way ... in your
mind ... your body ... just give yourself permission ...  go deeper
... so deep, ... just like you were ... and are now ... on stage ...
with the hypnotist. ...  deeper ... deeper down. ... all the way down
... the deepest level ... you know you were hypnotised ... and are
again right now ... so deeply ... couldn't stop yourself from ...
can't stop yourself now ... doing exactly what the hypnotist told you
to, ... even if you didn't want to, ...  the more you try to resist
... the more you can't resist ... knowing that you did ... will do
again ... everything that's suggested to you ... with the sound of my
voice. ... so deep that you ... feel the best you ever have .... will
only ever remember ... what I tell you to remember ... forget all the
rest. ... now... go deeper ... and deeper ... deeper ... down ... and
... down ... down ...  and deeper ... and deeper ... deeper ... and
down ... down ... and down."

     Jane felt herself sinking down into the depths of her own mind.
She felt light-headed, as if she were floating on a soft, white fluffy
cloud. Max's voice sounded ss soft and so soothing, and so far away.
She felt herself sigh, but heard nothing from the sound of her own
voice as she floated down and down with the soothing sound of max's
soft, gentle voice. Jane thought again how much he sounded just like
her father - gentle, but firm - caring for her somehow. Then she lost
the thought to another warm wave of relaxation that carried her down
even further in her own mind. 

     When he finished and drew breath Max knew Jane was deeply
hypnotised. She breathed deeply and evenly. Her chest rose and fell
like a sleeping baby as she stood gently swaying in his gentle grip on
each of her upper arms. He studied her face and eyes for verification
of the depth of her trance, then spoke to her again.

     "You will always be able to hear me, Jane ... you will always
want to obey my voice ... whatever I say to you ... everything I say
to you will ... seem like such a great idea ... would be one's ... you
would have thought have for yourself ... no matter what I say ... you
will always want to obey ... my voice ... it can always make you feel
... as great and wonderful as ... you do right now ... that is how ...
you want to feel like that... all the time ... isn't it, Jane?"

     "Ye..es." Jane answered dreamily. Of course she did. Why wouldn't
she? It felt wonderful to be floating so lightly on her cloud like
this. So light and so warm and relaxed.  Of course she did. That was
exactly how she wanted to always feel.

     "That's fine." Max replied to the deeply entranced woman. "Now
... whenever you  ...  hear me say your name ... you will naturally
... you will easily ... want to comply with ...  whatever words ... or
whatever suggestions ... follow them ... you can always feel this good
again ... all the time ... are you happy to do that, Jane?"

     "Yes." Jane answered softly. She seemed so far away from his
voice she could hardly hear what he was saying. Even her own voice
seemed to be coming from so far away - somewhere above herself. But
she felt so good. And everything Max said seemed to make sense because
she really did always want to feel like this. Of course she would do
anything to always feel like this. Who wouldn't?

     "That's fine." Max said. "Now ... when I snap my fingers ... you
will wake up ... you will feel a little dizzy ... but not too bad ...
you will remember nothing ... of what I have said to you ... your
unconscious mind will remember everything ... you will be happy to
obey my every word ... after I say your name ... is that clear?"

     Jane nodded, not wanting to leave the warmth and the relaxation
of where she was and what she was feeling throughout her mind and body
right then. She supposed she must get back to the party sometime. It
was good that her unconscious mind would remember, because she wasn't
very good at remembering things anyway. John would quickly vouch for
that, and he usually did.

     Jane heard the sharp sound as max snapped his fingers. Her eyes
blinked a few times, then opened and focussed right on is smiling face
and kind eyes.

     "Take it easy." Max smiled as he gently tightened his grip on her
upper arms once again. "You wouldn't want to fall onto the tiles. That
would really spoil all the fun you seem to be having."

     He watched Jane shake her head as if trying to clear it. Then she
smiled, and then laughed as she straightened her stance more upright
beneath his grip. She took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds,
then exhaled with a smile and a sigh.

     "Can't have that." She laughed. "Too much wine left to drink
yet." And with that she turned and moved off back down the hallway,
wondering why she felt so light and so warm and relaxed. She really
felt good. Jane looked forward to more of that sweet wine as she
negotiated the hallway a lot differently to the way she had first
walked down it.

     Max watched her go, noticing that her walk was now once again
steady, without any sway at all. Her shoulders were square, her step
sure and steady. He smiled, wondering why he did what he had just
done. He shook his head, amazed at himself and his actions, then went
into the toilet, closing the door behind him.

			     * * * 
				Max returned to the lounge and sank
down his chair heavily. The heat and the wine were having a slightly
noticeable effect on him as well. Figuring it was the heat more than
the wine Max decided to take it easy. He picked up his glass and
rejoined the conversations, listening to several at once and smiling
as he sipped the cool, sweet liquid.

     He studied Jane for several minutes as she spoke, listened and
laughed. She seemed clearer in the face, and was no longer slurring
any of her words. She smiled at him as their eyes met while she was
speaking, as if she knew a secret that only he and she knew. Max
grinned back at her, raising his wine glass in a toasting gesture. Now
that he had hypnotised her, with her name said by his voice as a
trigger, Max was wondering what he was going to do about it, puzzling
over what opportunity he might take advantage of to have some light-
hearted fun at Jane's expense. It would be good if he could somehow do
the same thing to all the others, he thought as he sipped his wine
again - but how to? That was the question.

     Then, to Max's complete surprise, it was one of the others who
gave him the opportunity he needed to have some fun with all of them. 

     "Imagine how much fun we could have right now if one of us knew
how to hypnotise." Pauline said with exuberance. 

     Jane clapped her hands jubilantly. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "What a
shame."

     Max's wife turned to face him and smiled, raising her eyebrows in
a questioning manner. "Max?" was all she said. He knew what she meant,
simply because she didn't know.  And then it hit him. He knew suddenly
what he was going to do with Jane. He smiled at his wife as the words
formed in his mind, and then in his throat.

     "I don't use hypnosis." Max said as all eyes turned to face him.
"I don't know how, and wouldn't see a role for it anyway. Don't even
know if I really believe in it either? I think that if a person
believes, really believes in it then they should be able to do it,
according to the laws of psychotherapy."

     Max let them stew on that for a few seconds before he continued.

     "In fact," he went on. "I think if it was someone who had already
experienced what they believed was a hypnotic experience, it should be
relatively easy for that person to have everything come to mind that
was needed to induce a trance in those who wish to be hypnotised."

     Max watched them all as he sipped his wine. Then slowly, as he
knew they would, all faces turned towards Jane and Peter.

     "Don't be stupid!" Peter laughed. "I couldn't! I wouldn't know
what to say. I'd feel a real fool. Maybe later when I'm really drunk."

     "That only leaves you, Jane." Pauline giggled. "Want to have some
fun?"

     "Yes, Jane." Max said quickly at the opportune moment delivered
to him by the gods, and noticing her gaze lock straight to him when he
said her name. "Jane, I think you know in your heart and head what to
do to hypnotise all of us, and being very confident of your power to
hypnotise while you do it."

     Max had noticed the smile vanish from Jane's face as she listened
to the words he spoke that followed the saying of her name. Then she
smiled, and then followed that with a giggle. Then the smile faded
again.

     "Okay." She said with a semi-confident grin. "I can do that ... I
think."

     Pauline clapped her hands together boisterously. John looked at
his wife with amazement in his eyes. Peter and Robert were just
smiling quietly, while Margaret and Rowena glanced at each other and
burst out laughing simultaneously.

     "Jane, start with the others." Max told her. "I want to finish
this glass of wine. I'm really enjoying it."

     Max then noticed Jane's smile come and go as he spoke. Now it had
returned after she'd heard her name said, along with the words that
followed.

     "All right." Jane said as she stood up in front of everybody. "I
want you all to sit over here on the floor in front of me. Make
yourselves comfortable so that nothing will distract you from what I'm
saying to you." Inside Jane's mind she was impressed, wondering where
the words came from she had just said. It must be the memory of what
the hypnotist said to us, she decided as she watched everybody move in
the positions on the floor as she'd asked.  Jane felt her body tingle
all over with excitement at what she was doing, or about to do.

     "Jane," Max said. "Everything the hypnotist and I have said to
you, will come back to you as you talk. You'll know exactly what to
say. Don't worry. Be confident and know that you can do it, with
question, and without doubt."

     Jane listened to what Max said. His voice sounded familiar
somehow, but in what way she didn't know. Then she lost the thought
altogether as others suddenly appeared in her mind. He was right
though, she decided then in her own mind. She did know how to do it.

     "Okay." Jane began. "Now, everyone just look up here at my eyes,
and don't take your eyes of mine for a single second. Breathe easily
and deeply, and just relax for the hell of it, knowing you are going
to have some real fun. Okay?"

     Max watched everyone as they looked up from their seated
positions on the floor at Jane's face and eyes. The men laughed a
little. The women were cooperating.

     "She's doing her best, guys." He told them seriously. "Give her a
chance and go with it. You never know. She might just surprise all of
us.

     What the hell, Peter thought, as he concentrated on his Jane's
face. The worst that could happen was to fall sideways onto the
carpet. Dead drunk or dead asleep in hypnosis.  Either way it wouldn't
hurt.

     John decided to get serious, wondering if she could remember what
the hypnotist had said to them both that night on the stage.

     Robert concentrated on Jane's eyes, which wasn't easy. He'd had
too many wines and he knew it.

     Max watched as the men became as serious in cooperating with Jane
as were the women. They all looked a little drunk to him. He smiled as
he waited for Jane to continue.

     "Just let yourself go." Jane began, not knowing where she was
getting the words from, and not really caring about it as she watched
their faces, one after the other. "Relax ...  and ... feel good. It's
all about ... feeling good about yourself ... in every way. Breathe
deeply ... and relax in each breath ... you breathe out. Just let
yourself relax ... deeply and ... more deeply ... into each breath out
of your mouth ... and notice now ... how heavy and ... how tired your
eyes feel ... right at this moment ... you haven't noticed before now
... how very heavy ...  how very tired ... those eyes of yours are ...
right now."

     Max had to smile. His own eyelids began to feel heavy as he
listened to Jane's halting speech. He could see everyone blinking,
their eyes seeming very heavy as they each sat and gazed somewhat
drunkenly up at Jane staring down at them.

     "Now," Jane continued. "I'm going to count backwards ... from
twenty to one ... and ... as I count ... I'm going to count backwards
... faster and faster. As I do so ... your eyes will become so heavy
... that you won't be able to keep them open ... no matter how hard
you try ... where the more you try ... the more you can't keep them
open ... they will close ... all by themselves ... as they close ...
all by themselves ... as you relax ... and ... go into a deep ...
hypnotic sleep ... where everything I tell you to feel ... you will
feel ... everything I tell you to experience ... you will experience
... and ... you will remember nothing when you awake ...  except how
good you feel ... about being hypnotised ... and ... how much fun
you're going to have ... when you are as deeply hypnotised ... as
you're going to be ... by the time I say the number one."

     Max noticed that Pauline's eyes had already closed before Jane
had even begun to count. He was impressed. Jane must be unconsciously
remembering every word and inflection exactly the way the hypnotist
had told her, he thought. He then listened as she began to count
backwards from twenty to one, gaining speed with each number she said.
By the time she had reached the number one, all eyes were closed. The
lot of them were sitting peacefully, their heads slumped forward
slightly, except for Pauline's, whose head lay well forward, her chin
almost touching her chest.

     "You will be deaf ... to any word I say," Jane continued after
checking all eyes were closed. "Unless you hear your name said first.
When I say your name ... you will willingly respond in full ... in
your mind ... and thoughts ... and actions ... in exactly the way I
suggest to you that ... you will ... and ... you will be ecstatically
happy in doing so."

     Jane took a deep breath, held it for a second or two, then let it
out with a smile. She turned and looked at Max. He was smiling at her.

     "Well done." Max said to her, making her feel proud and really
good about herself.

     "I did it!" Jane exclaimed like a little girl who had found a
special prize. "I really did it!"

     "Yes, you did." Max answered her. "Now Jane, tell them that they
will respond to my voice as well, but only when I say their name."

     Driven by her unknown unconscious trigger whenever Max said her
name, Jane turned and delivered his words to them. When she'd done
that she turned back to Max to find him still smiling warmly and
proudly at her.

     "Jane," Max said firmly. "Unless I say your name, you will hear
and be aware of nothing else going on around you. Is that clear?"

     "Yes." Jane answered, wondering why Max would say that, but not
really caring much one way or the other.

     "Sit down in the chair and close your eyes ... and sleep ...
until you hear me say your name." He then told her, watching as she
obeyed his words immediately.

     Max looked carefully at all of them, each one in turn, wondering
if any of them were faking. In the end he decided they were not - a
mixture of the wine, the heat, and Jane's monotonous voice had
weakened them all to the point where he believed them all to be in a
deep trance. He drained his glass of wine while his thoughts raced.

			    * * * * 
				As Max stared at the entranced people
in the lounge room, he still couldn't come to grips with the fact that
had actually done it. But there they were - as large as life and
deeply hypnotised. It was a real power trip and Max knew he had been
lured into it very deeply from the moment he had hypnotised Jane
outside the toilet. And, he knew he wouldn't stop now until he
realised every fantasy he could think of while he had this one and
only opportunity to do so.

     He got up and walked around to each one of them, bending down and
whispering close to their ears as he spoke to them, telling each one
that it was so hot and so uncomfortable in the room that they would
find it much more refreshing and relaxing if they were not wearing any
clothes or underwear at all. Then he watched each of them, who were
all completely unaware of what the person next to them was doing,
stand up and remove every piece of clothing from their body. 

     He then told each one of them to go to a specific location in the
room and sit on the carpet and wait to be called, and while they were
waiting to engage totally in their imagination in every way their
wildest, most sexiest fantasy, as if it were really happening.  Then
he watched his now-naked guests, as well as his own wife disperse to
their allocated areas and sit, closing their eyes as soon as they'd
settled into the fire-warmed carpet.

     Max undressed himself completely then, his mind racing the entire
time. By the time he had undressed completely he was as hard as a
rock. He was so excited he honestly did not know where to begin his
fantasy come to life before his very eyes. 

     He walked across the warm carpet to where Pauline sat
cross-legged with a wide smile on her face, sitting in front of her so
he could view all her naked glory in one vision in front of his eyes.
Her large breasts hung heavily in the way she was sitting, their long,
brown nipples already stiff and elongated from the fantasy she was
obviously having and enjoying, going by the smile on her face, Max
thought. His gaze then travelled downwards, all the way down to the
lush thatch of silken red hair adorning the inside of each soft thigh
and which met in the very centre of her junction in a mass of flaming
red entanglement through wich peeked barely the lips of her jade
gates.

     "Pauline." He began softly, yet firmly. "You can now allow
yourself to feel and believe in every way you can and want to imagine
that you only like making love with your bottom. You will now want to
get up on your hands and knees now and present your backside to the
man of your secret dreams, wanting and waiting for him to take you
there and stroke you until you reach your peak, which you will do on
the sixth full stroke. You will slicken the shaft of your secret lover
with your own nectar from between your thighs and relax your bottom
completely as you feel him enter your backside fully. You will love
each and every moment of him penetrating your bottom to its fullest,
feeling no pain from your experience whatsoever, only the most extreme
and intense, rapturous pleasure, and you will orgasm on the sixth
stroke. Do you understand clearly?" 

     Pauline nodded, not believing what she was hearing, yet wanting
to and wanting it strongly by the passing second at the same time. Her
secret lover had already been vividly fixed in her mind and thoughts,
but now she had the opportunity to find out what it was like.  She had
always wondered, but had never been game enough to ask her husband to
try it for fear of what he might think of her. She got up on all fours
and waited, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt between her
legs, dipping her fingers deeply several times into her already moist
apex.

     Max moved around behind her as he watched her position herself
like an animal ion heat and on all fours. He pressed against the
warmth of her naked buttocks with his shaft, only to quickly feel her
grasp him from between her legs and coat his arrow with the nectar
from her furnace, sliding her fingers slowly up and down the length
and the girth of him in his entirety.  God, Max thought, as the warmth
and slipperiness of Pauline's touch on his person nearly ended his
hypnotic fantasy  immediately. She guided him between the incredible
warmth of her creamy white buttocks, backing her tiny brown, and now
glistening, slick starfish onto his throbbing, sharp point. He gently
spread her cheeks and watched his spear disappear fully into the
tight, tiny confines of her heated bottom. The warmth and the
tightness nearly had him over the edge. He gripped her soft fleshy
cheeks and pulled her to him, slowly driving his every inch of his
now-pulsing lance to it's very depth inside her and began to stroke
fully in and out of her tight, hot forge. 

     Pauline was beside herself in her mind and in her body. She had
never felt anything like she was feeling at that moment. Her loins
ached terribly as she accepted each long, slow stroke fully into the
depths of her burning bottom. Her spine tingled and flamed with each
slow stroke, his length seemingly going on forever each time as it
drove relentlessly up inside her very heated depths. She felt like she
was going to explode when she first felt him push through her
gripping, slippery hand, spearing through and deeply inside her
bottom, causing her to let go and support herself on the carpet with
her hands as the sheer and raw pleasure began to flame and torch her
mind and body from head to toe. 

     By the end of the third, long stroke Pauline was gasping huge
lung fulls of air as the long and thick burning shaft reached its
zenith inside her tight channel of fire and brimstone.  Her tongue
lolled limply, except for when it snaked back inside her mouth and out
again to wet her lips which dried quickly from her incredibly heavy
panting and gasping. Her back raced with tingling and burning
sensations, up and down, fanning out from her loins. Her right hand
quickly found the jewel of her Nile and satisfied rapidly its hungry
need to be caressed urgently as her mind and senses began to reel and
spin crazily. Her breathing shuddered deeply as she gasped at the
fourth slow and deep, fiery penetration into the pit of her volcano -
her boiling netherlands. She knew her end was in sight. Her eyes
pinched shut tightly as her temples pulsed and expanded with the fifth
long, slow and splitting stroke between her buttocks, each time
feeling her channel-flesh separate before her secret and welcome
invader like the bow waves before a boat. And with each stretching of
her slickened, burning channel her rapidly approaching orgasm built
rapidly in its intensity. Her breathing now came in short, sharp gasps
and pants of breathable fire, drying her lips and throat. Her tongue
snaked relentlessly in and out of her mouth, searching for moisture of
any description to cool the bush-fire raging within her being and
finding little.

     Pauline then lost it at the beginning of the sixth deeply
penetrating and fulfilling stroke, for she had been counting down the
moments of her life's most exquisite and rapturous pleasure with each
coring of her buttocks at their junction. Her loins exploded in fire
as her buttocks jerked uncontrollably. Her hips threw themselves
about, thrashing without her conscious choice, but with her full
conscious awareness of the raw pleasure she was receiving in full with
each passing second. Pauline heard somewhere in the far-off distance
the sound of her own voice cry out, over and over again, sounding
agonisingly fulfilled with each deep, guttural belly-groan and moan as
they erupted and then exploded outwards through her parched lips and
dry throat, but it sounded strange and so very far away and down below
her somewhere. Wave after wave of pulsing pleasure ripped and tore
their way up and down her spine and deeply between her buttocks, such
that she felt her entire bottom had been set on fire and was being
torched again and again and again, until finally, she collapsed onto
her stomach unconscious as her conscious mind took everything in, and
then simply shut down from too much raw pleasure at one time.

     Max had been about to lose it completely when Pauline had
suddenly fell from beneath him and collapsed onto the carpet. He knew
she had been close to her peak. He had luckily been distracted by the
sheer intensity of what she'd obviously been feeling within her own
body and mind, as she had thrashed around, impaled and cored
beautifully on his length, writhing her backside from side to side
like some wild animal. As she had lunged forward with a loud gasp and
groan she fell like a deflated balloon, and that also had distracted
him, and just at the right time. His own release had then quickly
backtracked. He lay on top of her full-length back, still buried to
the hilt inside the heated depths of her backside, feeling her cavern
contract again and again, and knowing she had fainted dead away from
her hypnotically induced experience. Max drew a deep breath, held it
for a few seconds, and then released it slowly between his teeth as he
withdrew his slickened and still-hard length from between her limp and
still-quivering buttocks.

     "Sleep now and rest," he whispered closely into her ear. "Knowing
that your unconscious mind will remember everything, so you simply
don't have to remember anything that you've experienced and can forget
everything you can now not even remember at all." He said in her ear
before he rose and walked over to Rowena, picking up someone's glass
of wine along the way and drinking deeply of its contents. Max smiled,
and then grinned as he looked around at the naked women sitting on the
carpet, wondering if he should let the naked males share in his good
fortune. Then his grin widened as he bent to view the naked loveliness
of his best friend's wife. Can't beat bad luck, boys, he thought as he
made his decision. Then he laughed aloud at the night in store for
him. No sir, he thought again. You just can't beat bad luck.

			    The End (by Mesmer)
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