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Hypno-Hospital - Tolyo
"Hypno-Hospital - Tokyo"
Chapter 1
by Mesmer
(c)
"Mayumi"
*
"And that's the whole story, Dawson san." Said the once proud,
arrogant and a headstrong woman who was a samurai by training and by
disciplined nature.
Thirty-year-old Japanese head nurse, Mayumi Hasagawa, first degree
black belt in many martial art styles dabbed at her eyes and sniffed a
couple of times. Her head hung low to her chest as she sat ashamedly
and depressed in the big chair. She was suffering the loss of face of
not being able to sort out her own problems. As well, having been told
by her senior management to visit the psychologist's office that
morning and resolve the dilemma that would see her return to her work
fully-functioning again. Either that, or she would have to find
another source of income. It was as simple as that, and jobs were hard
enough to find in Tokyo, let alone Japan, for a nurse who had made a
serious error in judgment, as she had.
The shame would be too much for her if she had to leave her job.
Or worse, be asked to leave it. She had worked for seven long years to
establish herself as a head nurse. Now it seemed to her that all was
lost unless the hospital psychologist, an Australian on a five-year
residency, could help her sort everything out. She burst into silent
tears of personal frustration and shame again, dabbing her eyes with
several already-wet tissues.
"Gomen-nasai, (I'm sorry) Dawson san." She sniffed again,
fighting to control her emotions in front of the hospital
psychologist.
John Dawson, practising and resident psychologist for a small
Tokyo private hospital looked sympathetically at the doleful sight of
the pretty Japanese nurse sitting opposite him in the big leather
chair. He was well aware how cold and cruel the Japanese management
could be if it had to. In Mayumi's case, it was quite prepared to be.
John had received a call from his own senior telling him to do
whatever it took to fix her problem once and for all. The decision of
the hospital senior management was such that they believed Mayumi was
a valuable asset to their service staff of senior nurses. They didn't
want to lose her, but they were not prepared to take any chances on
her making the same mistake again.
He knew she had apparently not supervised her junior staff closely
enough. A patient had died as a result. The nurse directly responsible
had been fired within five minutes, but Mayumi was the one, as her
senior, who had been held accountable. So, it was either fix her
problem, or say goodbye to her hard-earned career. He smiled at her,
having allowed her the time to tell her story and get it all off her
chest for the first time in two weeks since the incident occurred
"No need to apologise, Hasagawa san." He told her quietly. "And
please call me John."
Mayumi sniffed a few more times and nodded, hating the idea that
she needed someone else to help solve her problems. She had never
needed anyone before and it went totally against her beliefs and
martial arts training to have to need someone now, and a foreigner, at
that.
"Domo, arigato gozaimus. (Thank you very much.) John san. My
name is Mayumi." She offered, suspicious of the man all of the
hospital staff called, the 'Big Australian.'
John nodded in silent acceptance, appreciating the woman's offer
and her excellent attempt at English and phraseology, although with a
strong accent. The one thing John had found in all his years in Japan
was that Japanese patients were very disciplined people, thanks to
their culture.
In short, they were used to taking orders and then relying solely
upon themselves for obeying them to the letter, especially if their
heart was in it as well. Hypnosis had worked wonders on most of his
patients, such that senior management had led him to believe they
thought of him as some sort of miracle worker with mysterious secrets.
In fact, John used nothing with his patients, other than straight
psychotherapy and hypnosis. He had been invited to all of the
management's private homes at least three times since he had been in
Japan, which he knew was a big honour to him and for him. John also
knew full well that those same people who had showed him how much they
thought of him would also fire him in a flash if he didn't get the job
done that they wanted him to do. They simply didn't accept excuses -
only results. And that was fine with him.
He intended to do whatever it took to get the job done, just as
they wanted him to. The nurse who sat sniffing across from him would
as well. Yes. He knew he would succeed. In fact, he always did. Yes.
John knew that his superiors definitely did not think of him as a
stupid gai-jin. (Foreigner)
"Dai jobu, des'. (It's okay.) I can help you, Mayumi san." He said
with a warm smile in his voice, seeing her look up at him with red and
swollen teary eyes the instant he did. "But you must be prepared to
help me to help you in whatever way I think is best for you. You have
tried to fix your problem consciously and you have failed. Now your
seniors wish me to fix your problem unconsciously, in order that you
may retain your employment here at the hospital with them. That is
what you wish. Isn't that true?"
Mayumi burst into frustrated tears once more, taking several
minutes before calming down again. She knew she had failed. She did
not need the big Australian to remind her of her personal shame. But
she had tried so hard to come to grips with her complete loss of
confidence. It just hadn't worked for her, in spite of all her
personal discipline. Even though she had not made her mind up yet
about him she felt so lucky the hospital had someone like John san who
could help save her career and her personal dignity.
Nevertheless, she also realised that with his help she might just
be able to get everything in her life back together again - not that
she had anything else in her life besides her work. She just didn't
have the time to mix with friends. She was either working or training
long hours, or was sleeping, and that was her life, such as it was.
Yes. She would do whatever John san asked her to do in order to help
save her job and her honour.
"Hai. (Yes) John san." Mayumi answered, fresh tears of anguish,
and now a little gratitude glistening in her eyes, and feeling very
humbled by her problem and her own failure to be able to successfully
fix it herself. "That is very true. I will help every way, John san.
Domo! Domo!" (Thank you! Thank you!)
John watched her burst into fresh tears once more. He felt sorry
for her even more so. He allowed her another few minutes before
deciding to end her wallowing in self-pity and overwhelming gratitude.
Then he spoke. His voice containing a little more firmness about it in
tone and volume.
"Chizuka, kudasai, (Please, be quiet!) Mayumi san!" John said
firmly. "Ima, ki-ite, ite, kudasai!" (Please, listen now!)
She felt the change in tone of his voice, rather than the meaning
of the words he said. She sat bolt upright, holding back a sniff she
was about to have. Mayumi was amazed at the inflection of his
Japanese language. He sounded as Japanese as a Japanese in the words
he had just spoken to her.
Her tears ceased instantly. She squared her shoulders and kept her
gaze humbly down at the carpet in respect of the tone in his voice.
After all, she was here for him to help her, she concluded - not to
listen to her cry and weep like a baby girl.
"The time for tears must now pass, Mayumi san." John told her
firmly. "They belong to yesterday, as you well know. In order to help
you and your future must you now keep your emotions in the here and
now of today. Wakari masu?" (Do you understand the point of which I've
just said?)
"Hai.!" (Yes!) Mayumi shot out of her mouth, completely in
listening mode now, and, to an obvious superior, she realised as well.
Her eyes, puffy and sore looked squarely at the one who was going to
help her. The least she could do was stop snivelling like a child long
enough to listen to what he was going to say. Yes. Mayumi understood
his point only too well.
"You will report to your senior nurse when you leave this office,"
he continued. "And take yourself off duty for one week. That is five
working days; in that you have no choice. You will attend here every
morning at ten o'clock for your time with me. Together we will solve
your problems. When you leave here each day you will follow everything
I tell you to do for your own best interests.
John paused for effect, then went on with her mental preparation
for what was to come.
"And in that way, Mayumi san, I will help you to see that, you,
are not your emotions
- that you, are not your thoughts - and that you, are not your
sensations. In that you will reflect deeply until I see you tomorrow
morning, when you will share the depth of your reflections with me
before we being your therapy. Wakari mash'taka?" (Do you understand
the idea in full as I have just explained it fully to you?)
"Hai.!" came bursting through Mayumi's lips. "Wakari mash'ta!"
(Yes! I understand the idea clearly!"
"Yoshi! (Good!) Owari mash'ta!" (We are finished!) I will see you
tomorrow at ten o'clock. Don't be late, please." John concluded and
stood up."
"Hai.!" Mayumi shot out quickly, seeing him stand and knowing the
interview had ended. "I will not be late, John san. Domo, arigato
gozaimus."
Mayumi bowed deeply in respectful manner. John returned her bow
with a stiff one of his own. Then he watched her turn and leave his
office, closing the door gently behind her as she passed from his
view. He sat down in the comfort of his leather chair, his memory
still holding fast to the sight of her tight buttocks as she walked to
the door.
There was something about a nurse's white uniform, he thought,
that always made all the nurses seem to fill their clothing to
capacity. It seemed at times as if their dresses had been sprayed on
around their hips and upper thighs. He reached for his appointment
diary and entered her name at the agreed time of ten o'clock. Then he
picked up the manila file with her name on it and began to read her
personal and professional details and history.
Mayumi Hasagawa - Female - 30 years of age - Single - Mother
alive - Father deceased - No brothers or sisters - No aunts or uncles
- No grandparents - Educated Tokyo University - Graduated with honours
- Supported herself throughout all her studies by working - Current
lifestyle, work and home - No observed social life or men-friends
- Black Belt, first degree.
John closed the file, knowing the information contained therein
and following would not interest him in any way. He knew it came from
private investigators the hospital used to keep track on all of their
staff. He had, in the beginning of his employment with them sensed, at
certain times, and then confirmed visually, people who seemed to be
following him at times away from work.
Nevertheless, he had been told of such a possible occurrence
before he had been employed there. It didn't bother him in the
slightest. Away from the hospital John didn't have much of a social
life either, except when he was invited to dinner at the home of one
of the senior management people.
Then again, John smiled to himself as he placed her file in his
second drawer, he didn't need one away from the hospital. His social
life happened at the hospital, behind his closed and locked door. He
knew he was safe from prying the eyes of the company investigators,
and knowing that when his door was shut, nobody dared to knock, let
alone consider actually opening it, or entering uninvited.
Only once or twice a week he ventured to bring his social life to
his modestly furnished apartment, and then only when he had been sure
he his visitor had been sure she had not been followed. Usually, when
he reached home each day John was actually happy to get there, to just
rest, after his office social life and his work for the day had been
completed.
John glanced at his watch. Three in the afternoon. Another half
and hour of actual work and his social life for that day would begin
with Yuki, the head radiologist from the x- ray department. She had
been sent to him also at a time in the past several months ago. He had
solved her problem, too, just as they had asked of him.
He had requested for the hospital's own good that he see Yuki once
a week, and he had done just that, every week since then, helping her
keeps her problems away from her work. And, it was working. Everybody
was happy, including Yuki. It was a win-win situation all round.
John smiled widely. Yuki was only one of several female hospital
staff who visited his office each week for ongoing therapy, and, with
the full blessings of senior management. Soon, there would be
another. Her name was Mayumi. That would make one woman for each day
of the week to bring his social life to its fullest since he had
arrived. His smile widened to a grin as he remembered Mayumi's tight
buttocks in her white nurse's uniform leaving his office. Then he
readied for Yuki's arrival, the smile of contentment in his life never
leaving his face for a single second.
* *
Chapter 2
"Yuki"
* *
A soft knock at the door caught his attention. John glanced at his
watch and smiled. Right on time. The Japanese were very punctual and
took a lot of pride in being where they said they were going to be,
when they said they were going to be there.
"Ki-te, kudasai!" (Please, come!) he called aloud.
Yuki turned and opened the door, walking inside the nice office.
She liked her weekly visits with John san, even though she hardly
remembered any of the therapy he gave her. Still, she knew it must be
working. She felt really good between her visits to him; happy in her
work and at her home, and her love life had even perked up strangely
with her husband, which was a real bonus.
She smiled inside herself, knowing she seemed more attracted to
her husband sexually these days than she ever had before. Yuki loved
him, but she had never lusted after him the way some of her friends
did after their men. Yes. All in all, Yuki decided, she was very happy
with the therapy each week from Doctor John, whatever it was.
"Dozo, (Please) Yuki san." John ushered her, smiling warmly and
gesturing with a wave of his hand towards the large leather chair
across from him.
"Domo, (Thanks) John san." Yuki replied, returning his smile,
accepting the comfort of the big chair she had looked forward to
sitting in each week now.
"O-genki des'ka, ( Your health is well?) Yuki san." John asked
politely.
"Hai., genki desu. Domo. Anata wa?" (Yes, I am well, thanks. And
you?) She answered.
"Yes. I'm fine, thank you." She saw and heard him smile back at
her. Then he just gazed at her with those big Australian green eyes
for several long seconds. Yuki always felt warm in a very strange way
whenever he looked at her in that manner-not that his gaze suggested
anything other than the highest propriety at all times, which was how
he had always treated her.
Yet, Yuki puzzled. There was just something about his eyes that
made her feel...well...sort of warm in places she knew she should not
be feeling warm in, unless it was with her husband, the only man she
had ever been with ... in that way.
As John sat silently gazing at the attractive Japanese woman
across from him he felt himself stir, as he always did when in her
immediate presence. She was not a raving beauty by Japanese standards,
but by his own standards she was a rea sensual beauty. A real winner -
solid of frame, with no shortage of flesh in all the right places,
with all the right shapes to go with it. Her long, jet-black Asian
hair hung all the way to her buttocks when allowed to hang free from
its normal confines of being tied up behind her head in a very severe
and thick bun.
John was also waiting for her to settle mentally into his gaze
before using her trance key. On each previous occasion he had used it
had taken her quickly down to a medium trance. He had then deepened
for amnesia to take place at the end of his session with her. He could
always tell when she was ready to hear the trance key. She would
settle her thoughts maybe on why he was just sitting, saying nothing,
and gazing at her politely, with a soft smile on his face.
Then, when he saw her eyes widen and blink once only he would say
it. The effect was always the same. Her eyes widen in question at what
he said; blink a few times; she would lose some pallor in her
complexion, then she would take a deep breath and sigh, allowing her
eyelids to close gently downwards. After a few minutes of silence her
head would then gently fall forward and rest towards her chest and she
would be ready to take into an even more deeper hypnotic trance, one
from which she would awaken feeling terrific, and remembering
absolutely nothing.
Yuki could feel herself becoming warmer between the legs with
every passing moment he continued to gaze into her eyes, but
strangely, she did not feel uncomfortable with his staring politely at
her. It was if she could almost go to sleep in his soft green eyes.
She also began to feel as if her control to keep herself awake was
beginning to slip from her grasp. She began to feel relaxed in the
deep leather chair she loved so much, and a little tired as well; each
breath seeming to become a little longer in exhaling, and then before
inhaling again. It was a very strange, but not uncomfortable
experience indeed.
"Ima!" (Now!) John said forcefully and suddenly.
Yuki's eyes flew wide open at his strange and unexpected remark.
Then, for some reason, she felt the strangest feelings inside her head
and her body. Her mind began to spin a little. She felt giddy on the
chair. And her body suddenly felt very heavy, as if she weighed a lot
more all of a sudden. She took a deep breath and tried to fight the
strange feeling of incredible tiredness and fatigue that washed over
her from head to toe in wave and wave of war and relaxing peace and
quiet.
Then slowly, Yuki couldn't be bothered fighting it at all. It felt
too wonderful as she breathed out with a long slow sigh, slumping
right down in the big leather chair and completely enjoying the
wonderful and strange feeling that was rapidly carrying her far away
from all her troubles and cares of the moment.
"Ooooohhh." Yuki sighed aloud a second time, wondering what was
happening, but not really caring if her question was even heard, let
alone answered. Everything was just floating around her and she felt
so wonderful and free. So free.
John smiled. Yep, he thought proudly. Worked every time.
"Yuki san." He began. "You can hear me clearly?"
"Haaaiii." (Yeeeeees.) She answered softly with a long breath out.
But his voice sounded so faint - so far away.
"You will now count yourself down through ten more very deep
levels of trance and relaxation with long slow breaths." He instructed
her carefully. "And you will let me know when you are so very deeply
hypnotised that you will not remember anything that happens in our
session today. Begin with your next very deep breath."
Then he watched as she breathed and counted herself silently down
through ten inhalations and exhalations, seeming to him as if she were
deflating like a balloon; just softening all over from head to toe and
sinking down further and further into the chair.
"Haaaiiii." Yuki murmured in a dreamy voice that sounded more
childlike than adult. She was floating somewhere far out in space; no
longer attached to the world or any of its problems. She wasn't even
aware of her own body - just who she really was - pure awareness and
floating free above the world, looking down from heaven itself.
""Yuki is deeply hypnotised. Isn't she?" he asked her.
"Haaaaiiii." She answered slow and dreamy, wondering why she was
talking about herself, but then she lost the thread of the thought. It
was just too nice where she was.
"And Yuki will do exactly as she is told, like she always does."
John continued using the third party technique. "That's how Yuki stays
very well and is allowed to keep her employment. And you want to help
Yuki keep very well and keep her employment to help her husband's
income pay for everything in her nice house. Because Yuki was sick and
can't stay well and healthy in her mind without your help. Isn't that
true?"
Yuki knew that the soft voice from far away was right. It was
always right. That's why she helped as much as she could. She couldn't
do it on her own and there was too much at stake. Her husband's small
wage at the factory couldn't afford all the nice things she had in her
home without her added income from her job at the hospital. And she
couldn't lose it no matter what.
"Haaiiii....." she answered, her own voice trailing off and
sounding distant. Far away distant. But she felt wonderfully detached.
Light and floating and just waiting for the next word to come along.
"And when you help Yuki keep her proper balance in all parts of
her life and personality," he went on. "She stays very well and has
been easily able to stay well and keep her employment secure - all
because you do whatever it takes to keep her well-balanced in her
personality that needs to be cared for in that special way that she
could never have managed on her own. Isn't that true?"
"Haaii." Yuki answered, knowing the voice was right again. She had
never been able to balance that part of her life that had always
needed special attention. Her husband just didn't do it for her, and
she would never ask him.
"Are you prepared to help Yuki again, like you always do, to help
her keep her employment? And then allow her to forget that you have
helped her, so that she will feel no shame when she can't remember how
you helped her keep her employment?"
"Hai." Yuki answered, feeling herself floating down slowly from
where she had been floating high in the heavens and knowing that she
couldn't allow Yuki to remember the manner in which she helped her
keep her employment each week. That would only cause her much
embarrassment. Yes. She would allow her to forget how she helped her,
just like she did every time she came for help in the doctor's office.
"That's fine." John said with a smile in his voice. "You may open
your eyes now and remain deeply hypnotised, pretend to be awake and go
over to the couch now and undress completely. Then lie down on the
couch and prepare to help Yuki keep her employment in every way."
"Hai." Yuki replied softly, allowing her eyes to slowly open.
Everything seemed hazy. She stood up slowly without seeing anything
too clearly. Then she turned and walked from memory to where she
remembered the comfortable couch was last time she helped Yuki. She
remembered how to pretend to be awake. That was easy, and she knew the
couch should be right in front of her if she kept walking slowly
ahead.
John watched the deeply hypnotised woman get up and walk slow over
to the couch. Then he watched as she slowly removed all of her
clothing and dropped it to the floor, her arms moving as if in a
dream. She sat slowly down on the edge of the couch and then swung her
legs up and over and lay back, resting her head on the arm rest and
seemed to relax down into it almost immediately. He stood up slowly,
removed all of his own clothing and then walked over to gaze down at
the hypnotised and completely nude woman lying on the couch.
"Pretend to be asleep now." He commanded her firmly, then he knelt
down beside her. He always half-expected her to be startled awake at
his close proximity, but he was always astonished. She never was, nor
did she ever move until he wanted her to. He knelt there over her,
beside her, his breath shaking with excitement as it always did,
expecting her eyes to open at any moment. His lips came back from his
teeth as he smiled and his breathing calmed.
Then it was time for the test. John placed his hands on each of
her shoulders and shook her vigorously fora few seconds, then stopped
and waited for her reaction. Then he smiled. There was none. He could
smell her body perfume and breathed it deeply into his lungs,
hardening, thickening, and lengthening between his legs as he did so.
To John, what he was now doing always seemed dreamlike, as if he was
in a dream as she seemed to be. He watched himself shake her a second
time and still nothing.
John watched himself shake her a third time, but she only muttered
something unintelligible and turned her head towards him. She
half-opened her eyes, more asleep than awake, then closed them
dreamily again and rolled her head back to a central position on the
headrest.
Yuki was disorientated, wondering why she had been shaken almost
to being awake when all she wanted to do was lie there and wait to
help Yuki. Somewhere in the back of her mind and awareness she was
trying to make sense of what was happening. It was difficult to put
everything together. What was she doing? Oh that's right. Helping Yuki
keep her employment.
She was annoyed at whoever had been shaking her. Then she gave up
questioning or wondering about everything and lapsed back into her
deep trance state and waited, more settled now, for whatever she had
to do to help Yuki. She felt herself sunk more deeply into the soft
velvet couch and sighed deeply.
The more John gazed at the hypnotised naked woman the harder he
became between the legs; the more his loins stirred to life in the
deepest part of his mind and awareness. It was all about control. He
knew full well that half the strength of his passion was because of
the naked woman, and the other half was purely because of the total
and absolute control he knew he had over the entire situation from
start to finish.
Then, without any further thinking he drank in the full sensual
sight of her wonderful female form. Nothing whatsoever of her shape
and beautiful size was hidden from his hungry gaze; limbs and breasts,
so large compared to the average small Japanese woman, legs, long and
straight, powerful-looking in their naked appearance, with all of the
elegant curves he was used to seeing in all the right places.
Again John smelled her body perfume and inhaled it deeply into his
lungs, feeling himself begin to burn fiercely within himself, and
knowing the eventual would happen any second, but only when the time
was right.
With others from his own country it had been very different.
Excitement minimal, quickly consummated, with the memories a blur.
Now, at this time of the day there was limitless time. She was young
and strong, and not from his world, which made her very different and
very exciting. She lay half on her stomach, having turned while he had
been gazing at her. A soft push on her shoulder and obediently she
moved onto her back, her head to one side, hair cascading down all
over the place. Then, a deep sigh.
John gazed as if he had never seen a woman so revealed. The
throbbing in his head and his own rigidity intensified like never
before, as involuntarily, her hand stirred lazily and went between her
legs, resting there comfortably. He lifted it gently away, then moved
one ankle widely away from the other and hung it over the side of the
couch.
Yuki rested on the edge of sleep. She was aware she was naked, and
that one of her legs was being moved widely apart from the other that
rested still on the comfortable couch. Every now and then she became
aware of warm wind against some part of her body. Her inner core
temperature was rising, just like it did when she was alone with her
husband. Then she felt that same warmth begin to flow into her groin
and lower belly, and around the base of her breasts, then up into her
nipples. She felt them engorging and stiffening. She sighed.
He had spread her junction wide. Now, as he gazed at her and
really saw her he was drunk with craving. He climbed over her and
entered her gently, but very deeply with his first thrust, entering
her as a lover, not as rapist. He didn't know why he did, but he did,
slowly and carefully, and her arms went around him. She shuddered and
held on to him, but never awoke. She was tight, tighter than all of
the others as he shafted and stroked her soft oriental saddle over and
over again.
John felt himself tighten in his sac and twitch in his glands so
deeply buried inside her repeatedly, but he held back. He never
believed it could be so marvellous, so sensual, so satisfying, so
final. The others were nothing compared to her. He stroked her faster
and faster, deeper and deeper, reaching for the stars in his own mind.
Yuki murmured sweet-sounding words of encouragement to her
dream-lover, and inside was smiling. Her hands caressed his chest,
his shoulders, his neck, and finally, his flexing and tightening
buttocks as she gripped them hard and began to pull him urgently into
her junction as her breathing began to deepen and turn to ragged gasps
against the hot skin of his neck.
Her hips and buttocks heaved and rolled, like a ship pitching
violently against mountainous waves of the sea battering her body
relentlessly and repeatedly. She kissed his neck, his shoulders each
time they leaned into her with yet another powerful driving stroke
between her wet and matted carpet of lush, thick pubic hair. Her gasps
then became moans of raw pleasure as she felt herself swelling and
expanding between the legs and in her lower belly.
John was immersed in his own rapturous pleasure, completely
oblivious to the identity of the twisting and heaving thighs and
buttocks beneath his driving loins. He pressed forward against the
grabbing slit that seemed to be trying to suck him completely inside
itself and consume him totally. His moment was rapidly approaching. He
pulled back, then let go, then pulled back again, then let himself go
with all his might and sensual energy.
She cried out with the sheer depth of that which was impaling her
like a rapturous battering ram. She felt his hot mouth and lips around
her nipple and she cried out loudly again. It was only a matter of
time, she sensed, until her pleasure would explode into the skies. Her
eyes opened, but saw nothing but bliss. Her hands and arms and legs
were responding automatically, closing, opening, opening further,
receiving him, guiding him, helping him, and urging him faster and
faster to ride her slapping saddle of writhing hips and thighs.
John's dam burst like Niagra falls, emptying his seed deeply
within her twisting centre. He showered her insides and bathed them in
his hot gushing fluids, mixing them with hers to anoint that part of
her that had received him so wondrously. He cried out with a deep
grunt as his body spurted and emptied for several long seconds as he
let go completely in a seizure of relief and fell upon her bodily,
gripping her, holding her, his thrusting now involuntary and in the
hands of the gods.
Yuki sensed something happen deep inside of her awareness. She
quickly thrust herself to the brink and hovered there, tipping with
each and every thrust, yet somehow not falling over the precipice of
pleasure quite yet, as if she were somehow being held there, not being
allowed to fall just yet. Her senses swam and her mind spun crazily as
she felt him plunge into her again and again, inside her, reaching the
very back of her, pressing gloriously against her motherhood.
And then it happened. Her mind suddenly burst, erupting in a
special song of rapture and extreme bliss, along with her body. She
erupted from her slit upwards. Her breasts torched and flamed and her
buttocks burned. She cried out long and loudly and bit down hard into
the hot muscled flesh in front of her teeth. And then her body and
mind swam onwards and downwards into a dark river that felt very warm
and safe.
After an unknown time it was quiet now. Her awareness returned
gradually. His resting weight not unpleasant. Yuki was careful not to
move lest she disturb his peace; well- satisfied with her own
receiving of pleasure as she knew he was within himself. Her last,
most secret thought before drifting off into a deep sleep was, 'I have
been used and cared for by an expert swordsman indeed.' And then she
knew no more once again.
John felt her breathing deepen and her body go limp and lifeless
beneath him, except for the rising and falling of her chests. He
raised himself on his elbows and gazed down at her in admiration and
awe for the hypnotised lover she had been for him, and he smiled.
Then he slowly withdrew from between her steamy thighs and stood
again, gazing down at her sleeping naked Japanese beauty. He collected
his thoughts. Then he spoke to her sharply.
"Owari mash'ta!" (We are finished!) Go to the room and cleanse
yourself, then return and get dressed and sit. Yoku deki mash'ta, Yuki
cha!" (You have done very well, Yuki dear!)
"Hai.! (Yes!) Yuki heard, and then felt the command clearly from
deep within her restful sleep like a shot out of a gun. She sat bolt
upright, knowing she had done her part and that it was time to go. All
would be well again now, as it always was at this time, until the next
visit was necessary. She was happy. She had done well. He had said so.
He watched her sit up quickly, then rise from the couch and walk
through to his private bathroom. John heard the toilet flush and
within minutes she was back. She dressed quickly, her eyes glazed, but
somehow seemed sure of what they were seeing as she donned the last of
her clothing. Then she sat down opposite him.
"Next week, same time, same place, Yuki san!" John instructed her.
"Hai.! John san." Came the instant reply.
He then clapped his hands together very loudly. He watched Yuki
blink several times, then her gaze cleared and focussed directly upon
his face. John smiled at her and spoke.
"Dai jobu des'ka?" ( Is everything okay with you?)
"Hai.!. Dai jobu desu, John san. Dai jobu." (Yes! Everything is
fine, John san. Fine.) Yuki answered with a radiant smile back at him
as she always did.
"Yoshi." (Good.) John said as he rose from his desk and bowed
stiffly, watching her rise with him and return his bow very deeply.
Then he led her to the door and ushered her out without another word.
Yuki was smiling to herself as she took the elevator back to the
x-ray ward. She felt really good, inside and out. She always did
whenever she came from one of her therapy sessions with John san. She
didn't know what the big Australian said or did when he hypnotised
her. She could never remember a single thing. But she always felt so
good afterwards - tired, but very good.
Whatever he did must be very special and very effective, she
concluded, as she pressed the elevator door closed. Everything had
been going really well for her at work, and at home, ever since that
very first visit with him. Then Yuki began to hum an old Japanese love
song to herself as the elevator carried her upwards. It was the song
that had been playing on the radio the night she had lost her
virginity to her husband ... her wedding night.
* * *
Chapter 3
* * *
"Mayumi."
* * *
Mayumi sat across from the big Australian and half-smiled, but inside
her heart pounded. She was nervous and did not want to lose face with
him, but she knew nothing of hypnotism and suspected everyone as a
matter of course. Still, she had lost enough face already. And there
was something else, a feeling, a sensing, she just did not understand.
Her skin felt warm, warmer than it should have been for an
air-conditioned office. She mentally made the thought go away. She had
to concentrate. That was why she was here. She must keep her mind on
things, for her own good.
"We will speak only English, Mayumi san." John told the obviously
nervous girl. She had been right on time, as was expected.
"Yes, John san." Mayumi answered instantly, holding his deep gaze
in her own. She wanted him to see that she was willing to help him to
help her by being attentive, and not allow him to sense her suspicious
nature.
"Look very deeply ... into my eyes, Mayumi san." He instructed her
as he stared deeply at the very centre of the upper bridge of her
nose. "And soon ... you will ... feel very relaxed ... and will ...
want to close your eyes. Don't allow them to close before ... they
want to close ... all on their own. But when they do ... want to close
... all by themselves ... you must ... not try to prevent them from
doing so. When your eyes close in a few moments, all by themselves,
that will be the time when ... you will be hypnotised. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, John san." She answered, already feeling a little more
relaxed. His eyes were very deep, she decided, as she contemplated the
strange feeling coming over her as he spoke. In a way he was right.
She was already feeling relaxed, just as he said she would, just like
she did whenever she'd had a glass of warm sake.
Now John san was just staring at her - well, not exactly at her,
she noticed; sort of looking through her head somehow. All in all
Mayumi felt very strange indeed. Very strange. But she found she
could not look away from his eyes. They had captured her completely.
Mayumi did not know whether to feel suspicious of him looking at her
that way, or just wait and see what happened next. Her eyes were now
feeling very tired, also as he said they would.
"When your eyes do close ... all by themselves," John continued.
"I will say your ... hypnotic word ... that will always ... tell your
unconscious mind to ... put you deeply into hypnosis. And when ... you
are deeply into hypnosis ... you will obey everything I tell you and
... you will forget everything about your hypnosis ... when you wake
up. Do you understand?"
"Yes." She answered, her own voice sounding strangely dreamy to
her ears. She could feel herself relaxing more and more as he stared
at her. Her mind seemed to be floating inside her head on a soft
pillow. She did not like the feeling of the loss of personal control
she was beginning to associate with what he was doing and how he was
making her feel. And her eyes were becoming very tired as she looked
deeply into his gaze, as if he were somehow drawing all of her will to
stay awake out from within her mind.
Mayumi's awareness was attempting to go into alert mode, but it
was fighting to do it. She blinked heavily several times and lost her
focus. There were two of him. She tried to refocus, but couldn't. Her
eyes were not working properly and she felt detached, in a very
strange sort of way. Mayumi began to feel alarmed and mentally tried
to prepare herself to resist her control fading away little by little.
"The more you blink, now, Mayumi, " John continued to trance her.
"The more tired your eyes will become until they ... close now ... all
by themselves so ... you can hear your hypnotic word that will ...
make you deeply hypnotised, and then ... your arm will float up in the
air all by itself. That will mean ... you are completely hypnotised
and will ... do exactly as I tell you to do ... in every way. Do you
understand?"
"Yes. Oohh!" she began to reply, but as she did she found her eyes
suddenly so heavy that she just couldn't keep them open. She fought
with all the mental strength she could manage, but they closed down
all by themselves anyway, just as he said they would. Mayumi heard
herself relax with a sigh, thinking back on what else he had said
would happen. That was right, she thought. He had said that when they
closed he would say a hypnotic word that would make her even more
hypnotised and then she would do everything he told her to.
"Ima!" (Now!) John said forcefully to the mesmerised Japanese
girl.
The force of the word both startled and frightened Mayumi. It
seemed to drive her mind further down and away from herself. She felt
far away, with her control going out with a huge wave of tiredness and
relaxation. Now she must really be hypnotised, she decided.
Everything else he had told her had come true. Strange. She felt light
in her right hand, as if she were floating in the air.
"Open your eyes, Mayumi." John commanded her firmly. "You are now
deeply hypnotised. Your mind and body will now do exactly as I say.
See how your arm obeys me and floats in the air just as I said it
would, now that you are deeply hypnotised."
She struggled to open her eyes. They did not want to work for her.
Finally she forced them open and was astonished to see that her right
arm was indeed floating above the arm of the chair. Her eyebrows
raised in complete surprise and alarm.
"You cannot put your arm down now. " He tested her. "No matter how
hard you try. The more you try, the more you can't. Try to put your
arm down and see that you can't because you are deeply hypnotised now
and you don't even want to try. But try anyway and see that you
cannot."
Mayumi tried with all her rapidly fading mental and physical
strength to make her arm go down, but the more she tried, the more
difficult it became to even want to try. Finally she gave up. He was
right, she concluded, a little panicked. She was deeply hypnotised. He
controlled her body and her mind. Her arm would not go down, and she
did not want to try.
She took a deep breath and sighed deeply, unhappily, but
completely accepting the situation as he had explained and proven to
her now, with no shadow of doubt. She could not resist his power.
"From this moment on, " John told her. "Whenever you hear my voice
only say your hypnotic word, Ima! You will become deeply hypnotised.
Your eyes may close, or they may stay open, but your mind and your
body will become deeply hypnotised and you will relax and wait for my
next instruction. Do you understand?"
"Yes, John san." She answered obediently, and feeling defeated.
"And it feels very good now to be deeply hypnotised, with your
mind and your body completely obeying everything I tell it. Isn't that
true?" John said, making it sound more of a statement than a question.
Mayumi thought for only a moment on what he had just said. She did
feel very relaxed, she decided. He was right again. And he had already
shown her how he controlled her body with her arm. And as far as her
mind went, well, he controlled that too, because she didn't want to
try to put it down, not really. So he must control that too.
She sighed deeply in defeat again, believing now that she was
fully and deeply hypnotised, just as he said she was. She also noticed
a strange warmth, a familiar warmth in her lower belly. Mayumi felt
very warm all of a sudden. And then she blushed.
John noticed the Japanese nurse blushing and knew he had her
completely. They always felt that way when they realised they had lost
complete control of their mind and body. It was a sexual side-effect
of feeling controlled and helpless - every woman's fantasy, no matter
what their nationality was. Women are women, he smiled to himself as
he mentally prepared for the next phase of her session.
"Your mind will now think clearly on thoughts of a very sexual and
private nature." He commanded her.
Mayumi was shocked at first, but then strangely found herself
doing exactly what he had told her to. Her lips suddenly felt hot. In
fact, they throbbed. She thought of his hand caressing her thigh,
feeding more fire to her loins refreshed her memory and emotions of
the many times she had pleasured herself with her own strong, yet
gentle hands.
For a long time now she had no lover, and had not had one for
almost three years. She simply had not had the time between work and
martial arts training. Then she thought and felt his hand moving
higher and higher still, and wanted more, but stopped herself.
Mayumi felt as if she were in a sauna. She thought of his arm
holding her in a loving, but captive embrace, his voice and his lips
even more persuasive than his deep gaze, coming closer and closer. Her
warmth spread upwards over her lower belly. Her loins were restless
and cramped and nervous, her heart agitated, her mind not wanting to
stop what she was thinking, yet knowing she should.
Mayumi felt her face begin to sweat; felt the coolness of the
gentle air-conditioned air as it dried the tiny beads of her thought's
effects. Her hand moved to rest on her knee. She squeezed it and drew
breath instantly because both her thighs squeezed together,
involuntarily. A chill suddenly passed over her body from head to toe
as the slow fire between her legs began to simmer in earnest.
John left the entranced Japanese woman alone to her thoughts,
knowing she was deepening her own trance with every furthering thought
she was having.
"You will not now, and will never question anything I tell you or
ask of you." He commanded her. "Everything I say and do is for your
own good to fix your problem and allow you to keep your employment,
just as you want to. If you ever question in your mind anything I tell
you to say or do, I will take away your hypnotic word and the nice
feelings you have right now. You will have to leave the hospital. You
don't want that. Do you understand?"
Mayumi heard his voice through her fevered mind and thoughts. He
was right. She did not want to leave the hospital. So she must not
ever question anything. Everything was for her own good, to help her,
to keep her employment with the hospital. No, she wouldn't question
anything. That was why she was here, to be helped, because she
couldn't do it on her own. No, she decided for a second time in as
many minutes, very determined. She definitely would not question
anything he said or told her to do.
"Hai." (Yes.) She answered, forgetting she was only supposed to
speak in English.
"Yoshi!" (Good!) he said. "Now, Mayumi, remove all of your
clothing at once and be quick! And then, you will pleasure me!" John
suddenly snapped at her. "Ima!" (Now!)
Mayumi snapped her spine upright at the authoritative tone in his
voice. She opened her eyes and stood up, walking around to his side of
the desk. Her eyes were open, but she did not look at him directly.
She took him by the hand, led him around to the couch and gently
pushed him down into it. Then she leaned forward and kissed him
hungrily on his mouth.
Her heart picked up its beat the instant her tongue found his.
Then she knelt and began undressing him. She pulled off his shoes,
then reached up and undid the clasp and belt on his trousers, slipping
them down over his knees and off and over his feet. Her hands found
his underwear with both strong thumbs and they too were removed from
his body very quickly.
She then undid the buttons of her dress, letting it fall to the
floor. Then she removed her underwear. Quite naked and completely
without shame about nudity or guilt about what she was doing, she
leaned forward with her mouth and hands and took him deeply into her
mouth and throat.
Mayumi heard his deep moan of pleasure and was happy. She had
always wondered about the stories her friends had told her about
foreigners; that they rarely bathed, were usually consumed with shame
and guilt over pillow pleasures, and usually made love in the dark
where no one could see them. No. They're not like us, she thought, as
she began to sensually slide his hot pulsing arrow deeper and deeper
into her throat. Mayumi was very proficient at making a man happy. She
just never had the time to do it all that often.
Fired by her touch and the way she was mouthing him, John could
not prevent the moans of exquisite pleasure from escaping his lips,
eyes closed in rapture. She was engulfing him completely. He could
feel her wet lips and hot breath against the bare skin and of his
lower belly. Without opening his eyes he reached out and grasped the
back of her slowly bobbing head and rode her mouthing action along
with her, groaning each time her lips touched his own pubis.
He opened his eyes and noted her flawless and lovely skin. It was
the colour of alabaster. Then he suddenly gripped her shoulders,
pulling her to him. He held her pliant body against his throbbing
fullness. Thankful to be with her. She lay still upon his length. He
felt it warm and comfortable, resting along the full length of her
damp crease.
The sweat of new passion and raw lust with someone different was
running down John's face and chest, and down his back as well. He
could feel it cooling against the couch. He opened his eyes and
looked at her, seeing only the thick, long black Asian hair tussled
everywhere about her face and shoulders.
He reached down and touched her breasts, feeling her snuggle down
even more firmly against him as he thumbed her nipples from both sides
of her body with his long arms. His hands played with them for
several minutes while she pressed herself firmly against his hardness,
circling her hips slightly as she did so, until he couldn't stand it
any longer, her closeness, her perfume, her musky arousal scent of
woman. It would soon be time to take her, hard and fast ... at least
twice. Anytime now.
Mayumi tensed quietly, waiting to see what the foreigner would do
next. She knew his understanding was different to hers. It was
comfortable resting against him. She could feel the warm thickness of
his lance fitting the full length of her slit and could not help a
small moan escape from her mouth as she breathed and waited.
She then felt his body slide quickly down and then up again,
sheathing her with a grunt and a moan that took her own breath away
instantly and forced a deep groan of familiar fullness from her lips.
His strong hands gripped her shoulders fiercely and forced her back
down onto his long pole even further while he thrust up into her and
exploded.
She squeezed her thighs together tightly and began her inner
milking action, draining and sucking upwards with her body to take
away the last drop of his fluid while he jerked beneath her. Then he
grunted and lay still, gasping. Mayumi was glad that his first
explosion had been achieved satisfactorily, properly, and that he was
satisfied.
John lay back beneath her, breathing heavily. His full-on length
and girth twitched strongly inside her heated depths. He heard her
moan, her hips circling him again for a few moments while his strength
slowly returned. His hands once again found her nipples and began to
fondle them firmly. Then one hand slid down to her buttocks. He
searched her deep warmth there, finding the starfish of her tightness
waiting for his finger and slipping it part way inside her. She
gasped, clasping her buttocks tightly around his invading hand.
Mayumi felt pain and igniting passion when his finger penetrated
her behind. Her breathing deepened and her mind began to simmer once
again. She felt his strong arms about her person, intimately inside
her, exploring her back passage sensually while her centre began to
grip and grasp that which still lay buried deeply inside her channel.
A little burning began between her buttocks. Her heart began to thump
against her ribs. Deeper and deeper moved his finger in her behind.
John's strength returned quickly with his invading and exploring
actions of Mayumi's behind. He hardened thickly and long inside her,
feeling her clamp his hand between her buttocks, his penis deeply
hilted inside her centre. He felt her shudder several times as she lay
full length on top of him. He trembled, hunching up beneath her to get
the deepest penetration he could inside her slowly thrusting hips and
thighs.
In his mind Tomoe wasn't like any other woman he had ever been
with, Japanese or otherwise. The sheer strength in her well-muscled
thighs and internal muscles was something to be admired. She moved
sensually, like a big, lazy cat in heat. He knew she wasn't
pretending. She was pleasuring him wholly. Her arms embraced him and
her legs were trying to wrap around his own. Her body moved like no
one has ever moved on him, circling and sucking him inside of herself
with her moans and sighs.
Mayumi felt wonderful and safe, allowing the foreigner's pleasing
to heighten her own lust and passion. Her imagination recalled every
erotic picture and photograph she had ever seen, wondering what he
would do to her body next. Knowing, not knowing drove her passion
deeper into her own groin. She wanted to be possessed by him totally,
a never- ending, never-before-experience of sensuality and openness
from head to toe, gloriously free of all restraint, and to relish
everything. It had been so long, so very, very long.
She shuddered full-length upon her impalement, thrusting her groin
firmly against the two invaders of her body, moaning quietly with each
deep penetration of his finger inside her back passage. She swayed her
hips and circling motions in time with a melody that danced around
inside her mind. He cupped her breast with one hand and deepened his
pleasure of her behind with the other, except now she felt the
fullness of two of his fingers. She groaned as her back passage was
forced widely open to accommodate them in the deep penetrations.
A sudden, excited impulse caused John to insert three fingers up
inside Mayumi's tight back passage. He heard her cry out as they
reached their depths between her flexing buttocks. She gripped his
shoulders tightly. This ecstasy had not ever been felt before in his
sexual life of practice and learning. Sensually, he began to thrust
upwards inside her in time with his deep penetrations of her trembling
behind, feeling her opening relax and allow him even deeper
explorations with each deep thrust of his three fingers.
John's fingers had taken on a life of their own, knowing her
intimately, privately, and very deeply. His heart hammered in his
chest. His eyes were closed while his body began to pick up the pace
beneath her. His fingers matched the speed of his loins. He opened his
eyes and watched her, his pulse pounding in his ears. It seemed to him
as if he had been inside her for an eternity. Both of them were
breathing hard and fast now.
Her hands gripped his strong shoulders, her heart thudding
strongly in her chest as she gasped in her seething passion, unleashed
after so long, and unleashed so fully and so freely. Her body sweated
as she moved with him in perfect time to his body and fingers moving
rapidly in and out of two channels of her body at once. At times she
thought her heart had stopped, only to feel it race away again at
frightening speed as her climax approached, beginning deeply between
her buttocks as a raging fire.
Mayumi, at that second knew a primeval instinct in her mind that
had driven her into the frenzy she was now in. She felt herself
possessed by him and all he was doing to her, propelling her to a
different plane of awareness to which she had never been before. Her
conscious awareness began to slide away. Inner voices seemed to
whisper; 'Take it all - everything the foreigner has to give you. Take
it all.' Then, heart pounding, she looked feverishly up at him through
her tangled black hair.
John felt like a coiled spring, expecting his body and mind to
snap and unwind violently at any moment. He knew he was satisfying her
by the way she moved and the noises coming from her gasping mouth. Her
fingers seemed like steel as they gripped and dug painfully into the
muscles of his shoulders. He suddenly began to balance the deep
thrusts of his pole inside her and his fingers between her buttocks
with his own racing heartbeat. It ignited his own passion and lust and
drove a cry from her mouth.
He bucked beneath her while she twisted and heaved on top of him.
He continued to dominate his lust for her in the actions of his body,
driving them both higher and higher. The moans of pleasure
synchronised, as did their loins, advancing, retreating, faster and
faster, harder and harder. He drove up into her body like a
jack-hammer while she pummelled his driving loins with her pubic bone
and all that lay open and vulnerable to him beneath it.
Mayumi showed him everything she had ever known without
consciously knowing she was doing it. Her mind swam in a sea of
passion and raw lust, unleashed after so long being held captive by
her own discipline. She thrust and heaved, lifted and turned and
twisted, sucking him up with both her centres, letting him retreat for
a split second only before tightening the strong muscles of her loins
and buttocks, capturing him again for several moments in time as her
prisoner of love and blind lust, until at last, unable to hold herself
back any longer she imploded, joining with him at his peak and carried
him over the crest and into the abyss. The cried out together; one
voice, one body, one complete and total pleasure.
After several long gasping minutes, while her panting lessened in
his ears, John sucked deeply on the fresh, cool air, feeling himself
calming quickly. Her body matched his in its breathing pattern. Her
arms tightened around his shoulders and they slept.
When he opened his eyes an hour or so later she was still firmly
joined to him, sleeping peacefully on top of him. He felt her warmth
and stirred deeply inside her warm centre. She breathed softly and
sighed. For a moment he was not sure where he was, or if it had been a
dream.
His nostrils inhaled their burnt passion. Then he saw her fully on
top of him. She was beautiful, still desirable, still engulfing him
with her warmth and inner strength. Enchanted, his hand went to her
head and gently held her against his chest. She responded by pressing
herself down lightly against his hips and thighs. Barely awake he
wanted to tell her how he had visited the heavens with her in their
lovemaking, but he did not. Instead he allowed himself back into
dreamless awareness.
Mayumi's nostrils flared sensually at inhaling the aroma of that
which they had shared. Her fingers reached out and gently touched his
face. Instantly she watched him come awake. She gestured to him, a
finger on her lips. Then she sighed, leaned closer to him and kissed
his chest. She pointed to the clock on the wall. He nodded and smiled
down at her. Then she slid herself regretfully upwards and away from
that part of him that had loved her like no other ever had, sighing as
she allowed herself to release it from the grip of her inner body.
Then she rose to her feet and gazed down at him for several seconds
before looking around his office.
"Through that door, Mayumi cha." He smiled at her.
Mayumi smiled back at him, liking the way he used the affectionate
term with her after their lovemaking. It meant she was not just
another patient, but a cared-for lover in the real sense. She walked
through to the bathroom, holding the plentiful fullness of both their
fluids within her body as she moved.
She quickly attended to her bodily needs, then returned to find
him dressed and sitting once again behind his desk. She dressed
quickly and then sat down at the pointing of his hand at the chair.
"From this moment on, Mayumi san." He began. "Your confidence in
who you really are will return stronger each day. And after each visit
with me your sadness of the past will grow more and more distant until
you can no longer remember it at all. You will visit me here at this
time in this office each week until your problem no longer exists, and
your employment with this hospital will be assured."
John waited a few seconds to allow everything to sink very deeply
inside her mind. Then he went on.
"You have done well today. You will now forget everything that has
happened. You will wake when I clap my hands together remembering
nothing of what has happened here, only that you feel very healthy and
fresh, although a little tired, and feel you must sleep."
John paused again for a few seconds before continuing.
"Whenever you hear the sound of your hypnotic word," he went on,
"you will obey without question and without doubt, and all will be
well in your life and happiness. Tonight you will sleep better than
you ever have in your life and will awake refreshed and full of
strength for your new life without your problem."
Again he paused for effect and consolidation of what she was
piecing together in her subconscious mind and awareness. Then he began
to finish.
"When next we meet you will have compiled a list of all your
junior nurses whom you feel would benefit from hypnosis, that they may
better function as your staff and not repeat the inefficiencies that
caused the death of your patient. That way you will never have to face
this problem again. Do you understand clearly, everything I have said
to you?"
"Yes, John san." Mayumi answered immediately. The big Australian
had won a place in her heart and mind. She was hypnotised, she knew
that, but it was a shame she wouldn't be able to remember all they had
just shared. John san then clapped his hands very loudly, then quickly
rose from his desk and bowed. Mayumi blinked several times, then rose
herself and returned his bow respectfully. Then she followed him to
the door, passing through it as he opened it for her. Her therapy for
today was obviously over.
As she walked towards the elevator Mayumi felt strangely wonderful
inside herself - tired, but very good for some reason. Maybe the
hypnotism was working already, she concluded as she pressed the button
for the lift to come for her. Then she tried to remember what actually
had happened in her therapy. By the time the lift had arrived she had
forgotten what she was trying to remember, feeling the best she had
felt since the death of the patient. And then she forgot about that
too.
Her feeling of euphoria overshadowed all other thoughts of the
moment as she stepped inside. She felt for the first time now that she
still had a wonderful life ahead of her. She must buy a book on
hypnosis and learn its wonderful curative powers, she thought, as the
lift doors closed.
John closed the door gently and smiled. Then he turned and walked
back to his desk and took out her file, making his first, but
certainly not the last entry regarding Mayumi's progressive recovery.
It would take a while, he smiled again to himself. But he would
eventually cure her of all her problems ... in the fullness of time,
of course.
* * *
Chapter 4
"Tomoe"
* * * *
"Ahhhh." John sighed, as Tomoe's strong fingers buried themselves
expertly into the knots of the muscles in his shoulders and neck.
Today was his day for socialising with Tomoe, one of the nurses from
the rehabilitation centre of the hospital. She, too, had been sent to
him by management because of a now, long-gone condition of insomnia
which had been affecting her efficiency at the hospital.
Originally implanting hypnotic triggers, as he had done with all
of the others, he had seen fit to utilise her manipulatory talents on
the way towards fixing her sleeping problems, and had then retained
her services in a weekly body-massage-therapy session that usually
left them both more flexible, as well as breathless and very satisfied
and content. He sat cross- legged on a deep cushion on the floor in a
state of painful bliss.
So far, Tomoe had fed him and bathed him, and now he sat naked
under his yukata (loose cotton robe) while she knelt upright in front
of him, completely nude, and massaged both his shoulder muscles with
her powerful hands and steel-like fingers. He had used her trance key
the instant she had sat down opposite him. He'd had a bad headache,
and he hated them with a passion as strongly as he loved hypnotising
and pleasuring women.
Tomoe's knowing hands and fingers dug deeply into the muscles of
his neck, finding the points of pleasure-pain. She felt comfortable
naked, her jet black thick hair loosened and flowing halfway down her
back. She moved closer, widening the stance of her knees on the large
cushion upon which he sat and she now knelt.
She leaned forward and bit gently on the lobe of his right ear,
near the centre where the erotic sites were situated. Her fingers then
slid sensually and erotically back down to his shoulders, never
slowing, taking away his headache, and tuning every nerve to the touch
of her strong talons. Tomoe's mind concentrated on his happiness only,
now that her sleeping problem was gone. And it had stayed gone for
several months, all because of her weekly visits to him, the hospital
psychologist.
Massaging his body seemed only right after all the time he had
been looking after her problem. And it was the first time he had ever
asked anything of her. Tomoe had been honoured to be of service to
him, little that it was, compared to how he had helped her. She had
been in danger of losing her job at one stage when she had not been
sleeping for days on end, making mistakes left, right, and centre.
But now, all that was behind her, thanks to the big Australian.
She couldn't exactly remember how he had helped solve her problem, and
she really did not care in the slightest.
Tomoe was just glad it was gone. Her regular visits seemed to be
allowing it to stay gone, as well. And even though her visits cost her
nothing in terms of money, their inconvenience at times was a small
price to pay for her continued employment. As long as her
sleeplessness stayed away Tomoe would continue her regular visits to
him, whether she could remember how he gave her restful night's sleep,
or not.
"Yeeeeeesss." John sighed with a long exhalation. As his fingers
moved closer to her open junction covered with a lush thatch of black
tight curly hair, and her soft murmurs began to become audible before
he had even touched her John knew they were both going to feel very
good by the time her session had been completed. He began to brush the
tops of his fingers backwards through her apex, lightly smoothing down
her thick black matted mane.
Tomoe sighed loudly and kissed his other ear in that special spot
that always started his motor humming. He could feel her rising damp
and liquid warmth beginning. She gasped loudly as his finger brushed
firmly over the tiny centre between her buttocks, then his hand
returned to gliding, feathering lightly back and forth between her
open thighs.
She was thrilling to the touch of his hands on her body. She had a
boyfriend whom she loved, but this was different. And because it was
different, it was exciting for her. She had never felt this excited or
turned on with her boyfriend, she concluded, as the big Australian's
fingers slid once more between her deep buttocks to tickle her in that
secret naughty spot.
Then she quickly sucked in a deep breath. His finger had suddenly
pushed through and inside her behind a little way, exploring her
gently. Mayumi moaned softly under his expert touch of her nether
regions.
Her boyfriend had never done that to her either. Maybe she would
encourage him in the future. Her fingers began to work their way down
across the deep tissue muscles of his broad chest.
Then John san leaned forward and took her small breast completely
in his mouth, rolling the nipple around and around between his lips
and his tongue. The tiny fire that had been slowly growing in her
lower abdomen suddenly ignited with a spark and a groan as he tugged
deeply on it a few times, then changed to suckle and nibble on her
other breast. She breathed deeply and hesitantly, like a lover about
to be had by a man, for the first time.
John reached up suddenly, pulling her mouth down to his and
covered it completely, his tongue exploring deeply, everywhere about
the insides of her mouth and throat. He gazed at her while he kissed
her, and she gazed right back at him, the seething passion and raw
lust in her eyes mirroring his own. He wanted to envelope her, smother
her with his body and take her right then and there, but he did not,
preferring instead to allow nature to take its somewhat pleasurably
slow course with the two of them. But his urgent impatience was vast.
His big gentle hands wandered again while he trapped her mouth
beneath his own. His lips were strong, as was the length and strength
of his tongue. His heart began to thunder wildly as his fingers once
again found the tight entrance in the depth of her rear crease, while
other fingers explored gently the liquid warmth of her centre; first
one finger, then two, and finally three, slipping easily up inside her
steaming channel on a coating of her own nectar.
He heard her gasp loudly as his fingers reached the summit of
their travel inside and amongst her flesh. He was beginning to breathe
fast and hard. The glorious sight of her nudity to his vision and
touch and smell was like an electric dream to him. His loins began to
ache with a vengeance.
His rigidity became harder and twitched involuntarily, flexing
back against his stomach time and time again as it looked up at what
was happening above its waiting place. Then he broke their kiss and
left them both breathless and gasping for the cool air-condition waves
wafting throughout his office.
Tomoe was losing it and she knew it. She had tried to keep her
rising passion down to a simmer, to a dull roar, but she could not, in
spite of her best efforts. She had nearly suffocated in the most
sensuous, debilitating kiss any man in her life had ever given her,
its heat reaching down to her very bowels and lighting another raging
fire within her. And his tongue she believed now had a mind and body
all of its own. It had fought hers and defeated her easily in the duel
and dance of passion's final contest.
Then suddenly, she felt and saw him back away from her and quickly
stood up. Then he reached down and scooped her up in his powerful
arms like a lightweight doll. He carried her to the couch as she clung
like a lovesick child around his neck and gently laid her down,
whispering words of love, hands touching, exploring, his breathing
heavy like her own, moving closer, breath catching painfully when he
moved on her, lips hot and kisses lusty and passionate.
Tomoe's own hands were tentative, yet not shy with his manhood;
carefully controlled, with all her mind now seemingly concentrated on
the picture of what was happening as it was being inscribed indelibly
in his mind and imagination forever.
"Oohh, John san!" she moaned in his ear, then, kissing him,
murmuring softly as his fingers once again found the deep centres
between her thighs and her buttocks. Her own found parts of him that
caused his own fire to rise to a higher fever-pitch. His need for her
was stronger now, but he checked it, hoping desperately to stick to
the plan he had started off with, somewhere, a long time ago.
John guided her and touched her intimately and very privately; a
sharp gasp when he deepened his exploration of both her orifices at
once, then holding her tightly from within herself, reacting and
reacting until he knew in the bottom of his balls he'd lost the
battle.
He cried out, her whole body rocked beneath his by the violent
spasms of his own release onto her stomach and centre, in amongst her
black mane and up to the bottom of the underbelly of one breast. Then
he crushed himself against her belly and his own hot, boiling fluids,
exploding over and over again, spending what was left of his passion
directly against the hotness of her skin; moaning and groaning and
holding her tightly as each pulse left his lance to become smeared
into her flesh like an ageless skin cream.
Tomoe thought it strange that the big Australian had emptied so
quickly, although her heart went out to him for his caring for her and
handling her in the exciting way he had. Her mouth whispered in
Japanese into his ear while she clung to him in his powerful release,
soothing his frustrated whimpers that were instantly recognisable, and
would have been, whatever his nationality.
She was content that their first joining had been accomplished so
pleasingly for them both, even though they had not actually joined in
the physical. Yet she felt they had on a mental plane.
John was half-conscious, lost on some strange plateau, weightless,
empty, feeling nothing, yet sated with love for this incredible
oriental creature who could unbalance his emotions and body so
quickly, purely with the use of her magic hands and fingers, and her
sensuous mouth and body, yet without actually penetrating her with his
own.
Tomoe, nude, was all that he had imagined and remembered her as
from her last session with him, as just absolutely perfect in every
way; the smell, taste, and being of her; every part of him satisfied;
everything worthwhile; in euphoria, and, as yet, his hardness, which
remained still unblooded from her fiery liquid centre remained still
rampant, in spite of his powerful and mind-blowing ejaculation onto
her stomach and thighs. He could hardly talk and waited until he had
calmed a little before venturing forth with actual speech.
"You ... are ... perfect ... Tomoe ... cha." He breathed against
her ear in time with his chosen words. "Per ... fect!"
He began to move his grasp away from her, but she held him firmly
against her breasts, tightening the powerful tendons in her muscled
forearms. Tomoe realised she was having a moment that would be
captured in time in her heart and mind and did not want it to end just
yet.
His grip about her waist strengthened again. She smiled, and again
whispered Japanese into his ears as she kissed them both, one after
the other and held him even more tightly; telling him not to move just
yet; that she liked him tight against her belly and breasts.
After a few minutes, she loosened her own grip about his shoulders
and neck and moved away from him, her hands dropping to her belly and
loins, and to his juices to smear against them. Slowly she held his
gaze and began to massage the fluids from his sac and spent passion
into her skin until they were no more; all the time drowning in his
quiet, warm gaze; swimming in its softness and silent strength. Then
she rose slowly to her feet and looked around, believing in her mind
that this was the first time she had ever used his bathroom and had
been with him.
"Through there." He pointed.
Tomoe then went to the bathroom and cleansed herself thoroughly.
She sighed, wondering as she walked back to him if fulfilment would be
hers before she left his office. Her mind had been calmed by the
waves lapping the hull of her emotions, leaving her lower belly and
loins simmering, just below the boil, and enjoying the quiet of their
aftermath and her own gratification at pleasing him so easily and so
quickly. She almost danced over to him on the couch where he sat
waiting for her, still naked.
She sat down gently next to him and held his hand like a child,
taking his head in her arms, seeing now her glorious end in sight,
just from the look in his eyes. She smiled at him and then felt him
smile back instantly as her flesh moved with his mouth creasing. She
loved his powerful, yet quiet gaze whenever he looked up at her. It
seemed to caress her with every sweep across her face and features.
John's passion spent for the moment, he rested upon her warm
cushion of a body. His conscious awareness drifted in and out. He
smelled her and inhaled her deeply, allowing the sheer aroma of her to
carry him in and out of the clouds of restful recuperation and energy
restoration.
Tomoe watched him now as his eyes closed gently every now and
then, knowing he was on the edge of sleep, just lazily resting his
eyelids one atop of the other. His head lay half on its side, cradled
in her arm. His face was without worry lines. His breathing soft and
his body warm to hold, like a baby who had just been bathed. He had a
clean, manly smell about him that she loved.
She inhaled deeply of it, sighing softly and long before her hand
slowly went to his groin and took him in her soft warm grasp. He
stirred, opened his eyes slowly and looked up at her, smiling as his
thickness and length immediately began to return, growing in the palm
of her hand like a magic bean. Her hand began to touch him very
intimately. He stirred to life rapidly in the crook of her warm palm.
She smiled in awe of what she was witnessing.
John's hand reached for her too, seeking her regions of desire and
delight. She responded instantly to his touch. He held his breath as
he inserted his fingers once more into the freshness of her warm and
waiting junction, then let it out slowly as they slid deeply inside
her, feeling every ridge in her channel, slowly, expertly, pleased
with her response as she sighed and moaned softly at each pressure
point in their up and back slow, sliding travels. She leaned down and
kissed him tenderly, bordering on passionate restraint. Her breath
hesitated as she breathed against his face. Then, between her kisses
he spoke to her softly.
"Chot-to." (Wait.) He whispered as their lips parted. "Chot-to,
Tomoe cha. Lie still." And with that he slid from her grasp and the
crook of her arm and knelt on the floor between her legs. Gently he
lifted each ankle and placed it further apart from the other, exposing
her centre totally and completely to his hungry and appreciative gaze.
Her black pubic mane looked fresh and lush as he gazed at her form,
drinking all of her in at a continuous glance. He heard her give a
little embarrassed laugh, a nervous giggle; not used to being on
display so openly, he thought.
And then the moments of passion began to swamp him like surfing
waves at the beach. One by one they crashed over the sands of his
mind, leaving his breathing ragged and his heart thumping in his body.
His pulse pounded again in his ears as it done earlier. Now his
sensuality shared and soared throughout his mind, his awareness, and
his body, all at once.
He leaned forward, his mouth closing the perfect seal around the
lips of her slit, and he kissed her fully there, on her secret place,
as he would kiss her mouth; tenderly, passionately, deeply; his tongue
doing what it would have done had it been within the warm confines of
her humid mouth, except now it enjoyed the exquisite taste of her
slippery nectar.
"Oooohhhhh! Johnnnn sannnnn!" Tomoe cried softly, cooing her
rapture downwards toward his face buried between the lush hairs of her
hot crease. "Mmmmmmmm ... Ooohhh!"
Tomoe felt his lips clasp around the base of her bud, lengthening
it with his gentle sucking action, tugging it away from her and
downward, then sliding back up and removing her jewel from its hiding
place completely; giving open access to his maddening tongue, licking
and lapping. Her mind swam and her mind spun crazily as she collapsed
back into the couch, as weak as a kitten. He was draining the life
energy out of her with this most private and exciting kiss of her
second lips. Her bladder constricted and her sphincter flexed several
times involuntarily.
She moaned her pleasure loudly for him to hear, then she was lost
to her own world of rapture, of bliss; of unimagined passion and
rising lust as it consumed her from her toes to the top of her head.
His tongue again found a mind of its own while his lips held the
perfect seal on her trembling, quivering slit.
Now it moved slowly along her inner crease from top to bottom;
slowly and slowly, and then quicker and more quickly, and slower
again; deeper and deeper, then shallow, rimming her entry, then deeper
and deeper, pressuring her ridges from the inside out. She gasped
loudly as a wave of sheer raw pleasure swamped her senses completely,
leaving her feeling faint, such was the magnitude of its force of
arrival between her legs.
John allowed his tongue to do its own will while he fully kissed
the swollen and sweet lips of her crease. And, as it travelled her
slit's full length, leaving no flesh unturned or untouched her throaty
voice urged him on. He reacted and then he acted, diving deeply inside
her to her astonished-sounding rasping breath of pleasure. He licked
her from the inside, feeling her ridges and pressuring them, one after
the other, and felt her collapse deeper into the lounge as her body
relaxed, completely defeated by sheer pleasure and raw lust.
His glands and muscles strengthened with her sounds of rapture;
muscles yearning, centring in his loins until he was very, very near
to his own raging summit. Then he would hold back, and hold her back,
then go near again as he took her with him each time to the precipice
they would both soon tumble from.
He held her tightly to keep her centre still; to hold his deep and
sealing kiss, thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper into her dripping
liquid centre. He felt its trembling existence; felt it shudder time
and time again as he took her with him and approached the edge, until
finally, he felt her body vanish from beneath his mouthing and
tonguing touch. Then he knew it was almost time-for him, and for her.
Just a little longer in heaven's seventh heaven.
Tomoe was out of herself as she had known herself to have been all
of her adult life, and her childhood years as well. She had never
experienced anything that had ever come near to the sexual and sensual
pleasure that was consuming her mind and senses with each passing
second.
She cried out, but her voice sounded far away in the distance. She
strained her hips and thighs upwards for firmer contact of her jewel,
needing it, wanting it with her heart and soul; to have it taken and
polished in his mouth by his tongue - polished to perfection, but he
held her firmly with his powerful arms and hands.
Her buttocks burned from the inside out and her vagina dripped the
essence of every inch of her that had ever believed she was a woman.
When he formed the same perfect sealing kiss over the very centre of
her trembling junction and began sucking and draining her fluids
directly from her body's tap it was too much for her fevered brain and
senses to take. She began to fall and cried out sharply.
John felt it first before he heard it from her lips; a
high-pitched wail that began with a tremble in her lower belly, just
above his mouth, right in the centre of her clitoris, beginning at its
stiff, pulsing base. He grabbed her thighs and dragged her hips and
buttocks down to him, such that they hung over the edge of the couch.
He opened her body up as if it had been cleaved in half, spreading
her knees very widely apart, his muscles stretched to their limits in
his own unbridled passion and raw lust unleashed. Then he lifted her
legs and moved deeply between them, holding them high in the air and
hooking each ankle over his shoulder for her to grip him with.
Then he took his throbbing rod of fire and quickly speared through
her centre in one huge lunge up against her buttocks and thighs. She
cried out, music to his ears as her hips began to hump up against that
which lay buried so deeply inside her contracting channel. He began to
stroke her very quickly, knowing full well he had little time to take
her much higher than she already was, as well as himself.
Tomoe floated out of her body, or so it seemed to her as he began
to slap his loins and hard flesh in her and about her person, against
her centre. She gripped with her ankles around his shoulders and fired
her junction into him like a shot from a gun - slap .. slap .. slap ..
slap, over and over again, grunting with the force of her effort and
the violence of her own thrusts. She felt weightless and euphoric at
the same time. Time stood still and held her right there with it in
its consuming passion and lust, while her mind burned and torched
along with her spine and loins.
He was hammering her, pounding her flesh and her fiery apex,
driving her into unconsciousness. She could feel herself going down
and down and down. Her senses spun with her humping, driving hips and
buttocks as she heaved herself up to meet each and every crashing
stroke of his long, thick, flaming arrow into her quiver of softness.
Until at last she could take no more and cried out loudly like a
frightened child as she fell from the dizzy heights where he had
transported her with his caring and his loving and different ways.
She tumbled in her mind, over and over; falling and spinning
wildly down into the abyss of her own sexuality, her volcanic
sensuality. Then she suddenly arched her body stiff and rigid,
unconsciously allowing the volcano in her centre to explode unchecked
against the hot, boiling lava that she could wondrously feel was
filling it to overflowing.
John cried out a split second after her as he, too, fell with her
into the abyss of his own sensuality. His body erupted and emptied
copiously inside her seething, sucking channel of fire and brimstone,
coating her walls; flooding her quivering, gripping rim to seep
quickly out along her thighs with its never-ending stream of white-hot
fire. He groaned aloud and tumbled quickly after her, spiralling down
inside his mind and awareness until he became disoriented.
The room spun; the world spun with it, and he spun inside them
both, over and over, round and around, pulsing, flooding her, filling
her cavern with all of the molten white lava his body was capable of
expressing at one time so violently and so often, until finally, all
movement ceased and he collapsed on top of her, leaving her legs to
fall off his shoulders and down to the floor by his sides like those
of a broken rag doll; his frenzy now subsiding; his mind and body
utterly spent; only panting breaths mixed, sweat mixed, body fluids
mixed, as hearts had just mixed.
After an unknown time Tomoe became conscious again. His sleeping
weight on her chest was as nothing to how she felt in herself right
then. She lay there in absolute wonder, at herself, and at the big
Australian with the powerful, yet gentle gaze who was helping her to
sleep at night.
She was vibrantly aware, euphoric, one arm holding him close,
knowing she was as close to being his soul partner as she would ever
be with a man in her lifetime. His breath cooled her cheeks, long slow
and deep in rest as it left his handsome mouth. Her head was cleansed
and her future was now clear to her, without a shred of self-doubt;
certain now that whatever he was doing to help her with her problem
would always work miracles.
She sighed deeply, satisfied and content. How could she have ever
doubted he would not fulfil her every wish and desire? She wondered in
amazement. How wrong she had been about him? She should have known by
his eyes; those deep, gazing, penetrating eyes of quiet strength and
sensuality. Funny, she suddenly thought. She'd never noticed that he
had sensual eyes before. Then she smiled and closed her eyes once more
and began to drift.
How long John lay there on top of her he did not know. His joy had
been, and still was ecstasy-filled; his arms about her, holding her
close as she slumbered deeply and peacefully in exhausted leisure,
loving her as a human being, and of different nationality to all he
had previously known before in his life. He breathed her sweet breath,
more happy at that moment in time than he had ever been, could ever
be, his lips telling her silently of her perfection for him in his own
mind and heart.
His awareness then eased him gently back into sleep and in
blissful warmth and memory of that awesome, marvellous, agonizing,
writhing, ultimate burst of immortality that had seemed to him to
literally tear him apart. And then he slept the sleep of kings,
thanking his gods for the knowledge necessary to allow hypnosis to
bring such perfect union between two of god's chosen creatures. In his
dreams that followed he found her again, the perfect Japanese woman of
his dreams, and again did he love her that same wondrous way, and with
the same ecstatic and blissful result.
* * * *
Another Happy Ending, or two, or three ... or more?
* * * *
by Mesmer
* * * *
(I hope you have enjoyed this story as much as I have enjoyed writing
it. If you would like Dr John Dawson's adventures to continue as he
works on the mental health and well-being of every Japanese woman he
can find, please email me your encouragement for him to enjoy
himself again in your eyes. If not. Have a nice day - Mesmer.
*smile*
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