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From: an411379@anon.penet.fi
Adult material (mf, mc, hyp, cons, mast)
all the usual cautions and caveats apply

The Highway Hypnotist
c. 1995 by FranZAM
The Highway Hypnotist- Part 1

    I was on a trip with a good friend of mine.  Rose and I are both
(reasonably) happily married, but our pastimes bring us regularly into
contact away from our spouses.  I found her attractive, and I now know she
feels the same about me.  In fact, she liked to think - or pretend - that
just our proximity was somehow risque.  Once she took me aside at a
function and very seriously said:

    "This is real hard for me," she had said, looking very demure, "but I
want to make sure that we feel the same way."

    She went on to say how attracted she was to me, but that it would be
wrong to let things go too far.  All this with her large brown eyes
alternately swimming up at me, then shyly cast down. Of course I agreed and
reassured her.

    I realized then that she was making much more out of our casual contact
than I ever had... but she looked so shy (and sexy) then that from that
moment on she found her way onto my deeper erotic fantasy channel.

    Long drives together were part of our relationship.  Rose is an erratic
driver in town, easily distracted, and more than once I found myself
offering to drive.  On the interstate it was better, until I received an
unpleasant surprise.

    I had dozed off lightly one afternoon, Rose at the wheel.  Suddenly my
semi-conscious self was rudely snapped back awake as I felt the wheels bump
at high speed onto the shoulder of the road and the car swerve.  It wasn't
life-threatening, but I said "Damn!  Did we hit something?"

    Rose said she was sorry, she had lost her concentration or something.

    "Are you tired? I can drive."

    "No," she responded, "I'm fine."

    I relaxed again, but couldn't sleep.  I found myself watching her drive
through my half-closed eyelids.  Her smooth arms and short tapered fingers
rested on the wheel.  My gaze next wandered down past her rather small but
attractive mouth and chin, down to her bosom. Attractive, and often the
subject of a bedtime fantasy or two.  My gaze caressed those tempting,
tempting bulges, and I began a little daydream...

    Then the car gave another tiny, tiny jerk where there shouldn't have
been any.  My gaze shot back up towards her face.  I was about to say
something, and then I stopped.

    She was staring straight ahead of course, but there was something else
in her steady gaze... something - the best I can call it - helpless... Her
eyes seemed not to be blinking at all for many many seconds, and as I
studied her with rapidly growing interest, I could see that her lids were
open wide. She was staring as if she were mesmerized!

    Things between us were never the same since that day I watched her
succumbing so easily to "highway hypnosis!"

    Now she blinked, squinting, and shook her head a little, her short,
soft hair jiggling from side to side.  She stole a glance toward my
"sleeping" form, and I hoped she could not see the gleam of my eye! She
looked as if she wanted to wake me, but turned forward again.

    I now watched her like a hawk.  Sure enough, after another ten-mile
stretch I noticed her stare again.  She was not flicking her gaze around at
all, as we all should do when on long drives; the lids were opening wider
and I thought I perceived a slight tremble in her forearms... she was
clenching the steering wheel tightly... abnormally tightly, I thought.

    I began to feel sexual arousal at her display of helplessness.  Her
tongue emerged to wet her lips, which I could now see were pressed tightly.
Her head turned a bit from side to side, but her eyes never left that
vanishing point, and soon her face was again still.

    The breasts were displaying shallow breathing, and I sensed that she
felt she was losing a fight to stay awake.  The eyelids were drooping shut,
blinking slowly over her staring eyes.  I didn't want to die in some
flaming crash, but I couldn't help myself watch her!

    Another jerk, and a small lurch of the vehicle, as she came "back out
of it." I stirred.

    "Sorry..." she said, still blinking too fast.

    I knew then what I wanted to do. From that moment on my whole persona
would have to be that of a skilled hypnotist.  The clock told me there were
still several driving hours on this untraveled stretch of interstate before
we reached the motel.

    In my very most quiet but determined voice I murmured "Let's stop a
minute to stretch." Usually I put these comments as suggestions... open for
discussion as it were... this time I just left it as a quiet demand.  "Pull
off, Rose."

    She glanced at me, picking up the difference in my demeanor.
"Everything OK?"

    "I'm ready to drive.  We need to stretch and breathe fresh air.  Pull
off here."

    She complied, and soon we were stretching, jogging a bit and reaching
for the coffee thermos.

    "Rose," I began, "did you know you were falling asleep?"

    She glanced at me hurriedly.

    "Oh... yeah, I guess I could have been..." Then she elaborated. "I
can't stand these long drives!"

    "Well, believe it or not," I responded, "not only am I ready to drive
again, but I know exactly how to help that!"

    "You do?"

    "I had the worst case of driver's trance ever just a couple years ago,"
I said, untruthfully. "I'd just... you know..." I said, hoping she'd clue
me in.

    "Oh, yes!" she assented readily, "it's scary, I just can't seem to stay
awake on these long straight roads!"

    I continued my build-up.

    "A good friend taught me how to rechannel until it became so easy to
stay alert and defensive for really long trips."

    "How?"

    "Let's start up again and I'll tell you... wait a minute," I
interjected. "Don't drink any coffee yet, just give me a cup please."

    "Why?"

    "You'll see... it's all related, but you shouldn't have a caffeine buzz
for a while.  Now you 'passenge' again, and... here, let me adjust the
seat.  Posture is important."

    I leaned in and slid the seat backwards as far as it would go, then
adjusted the recliner to tilt slightly back. Soon we were humming along
again.



    *****



    After a bit of conversation about how far we had to go yet, I continued.

    "You know, Rose, I think you could be a good highway driver if you let
me help you just like my friend did for me.  It's easy, and it'll help the
time pass for me if I have a 'project.' What do you say?"

    "Sure, I guess, what did he do?"

    "He actually had me just ride along and zonk out," I answered.  "Since
I was the passenger, there was no more pressure to stay alert. Then I guess
it was a little like... " I was intent on her without revealing my
interest... "like, a trance or something."

    "Like hypnotism?" came her voice softly. There seemed to be no signs of
resistance in her voice!

    "Yeah, you know the phrase 'highway hypnosis?' Well, he showed me how
it was really true... just like real hypnosis, where your concentration
narrows, and you drift off, and nothing matters, and it felt great, like I
never wanted to stop, and it got deeper and deeper..."

    She make no answer.  Her face was not looking at me, and a little
glance showed me that she was looking down the road. She appeared to be
feeling it already!

    I'm glad I was wearing a loose shirt, or my developing erection would
have been so obvious that everything would have gone down the tubes! I
continued, trying as best I could to pace my voice and smooth out the
inflection into a relaxing kind of drone.

    "My eyes wanted to look way, way down that highway, way to the
horizon," I said, "and it felt like a pull, sort of. You know, a subtle
pull that just seems to hold your eyes straight ahead, you know?"

    I sensed her nodding slightly as she began falling under my control.

    "And the road kind of flows under the wheels, and you can feel the rush
of the tires as the road pulls you ahead..."

    I paused, still no answer.

    "But now I'm driving, and there's no pressure or tension and we can
explore that feeling, we can get deeper than that, much deeper, and as I
drive, you can just let yourself go like I did, and I'll describe it the
same way, the same way, and you can help like I did the same way, and there
won't be any pressure or tension and we can get deeper."

    This time I thought I heard a tiny breathed "OK" from my passenger.
Rose had her hands in her lap, resting on the upper surface of her rounded
thighs, delineated by a thin summer skirt.

    "So I'll tell you what it's like, and you can help me, Rose," I droned
on. "I'll want your help as we go, so here's what to do... Keep your eyes
ahead, just like you're driving, but of course I'm driving and you can
relax and let everything happen and I'll keep driving you right down the
road  straight as an arrow, straight... down... the road... and I'll want
to describe what to do so you can do it as I describe what you should
do..."

    I had plans for those hands, those thighs, those lips and those heavy
round breasts that seemed not to move at all... yet.

    "And the road has helpful signs," I continued, almost in a monotone.
"We call them mileposts, and we know they are there to tell us where we
are, so the road speeds along and we know where we are, so Rose, without
looking away, keeping our eyes way way far ahead far, far out ahead, we'll
count those posts, and I learned to count them without looking, because the
eyes are held right down the center line, and soon the milepost floats
closer, closer and closer, and we just barely perceive it as it flows past
the eyes, like one is coming now, but don't watch it, just know that it's
floating up closer, closer... and now it's past and we can count it.  ONE."

    She was absolutely motionless in her seat. My cock felt hard enough to
rip up through my shorts, but it was way too early yet!

    "And soon we'll feel another milepost flow past as we rush right down
the center of the road, those lane markers are smooth as oil, smooth and
rushing so fast that the eye is drawn up and away, up and away by the
steady flow of the line, and there are other markers I want you to count,
soon I'll have you count out loud as your eyes stay fixed, it's all right
to stare, to lose yourself down the lines, to lose yourself deeper down the
lines, as another marker floats floats floats by... annnnd... TWO.

    "And Rose you're doing very well, you're giving up to that feeling we
have as those lines... never seem to stop, going on and on... rushing and
floating on and on so that the eyes are held like magnets like there are
magnets in the road holding the eyes so they can't look away, and after the
next mile comes... closer and closer, here it comes... THREE...

    "I'll have you measure the trance by noticing the small markers that
you'll feel, those little sparkling lights that are twinkling past... they
mark the tenth-miles, and without any trouble, very easily and
concentrating on your eyes held now by the road, you'll count along with me
for a while.  Here comes the next marker... FOUR... "

    *****

    "...Annnnnddd... TEN... and now you hear nothing but my voice, see
nothing though your heavy eyes can just barely remain open and I will pull
you deeper and deeper now Rose and you want it, you want so much to fall
deeper and deeper into my hypnotic trance, yes, give up all control to my
voice, let it move you, obey everything you hear, Rose."

    Her chin had dropped down, parting her lips slightly.  Rose had given
herself up to my control very rapidly.  Her eyelids looked puffy and
swollen as they blinked repeatedly and lazily, but now and again they would
open wide as she tried her best to keep staring straight ahead.

    "And now we will forget everything, we will bring you completely into
total hypnotic control, and you want that more than you've ever wanted
anything, more and more you'll find that wonderful feeling of total
submission to my voice and my will. And your voice will answer
automatically now, as you hear it say the number 'ten.'

    An almost inaudible sigh: "..tennn.."

    "And counting down...down...downnn to twenty..."

    "'llevennn... twelvvve.... " her soft voice droned obediently.

    "And keep talking as you obey my next commands. That's a good girl,
'thirteen...' and each count makes you understand that you want only to
submit to everything I say 'fourteen,' that's a good girl, how much you
want to feel my control..."

    Now her head had fallen sideways against my driver's seat, all her
limbs relaxed; one of her hands had slid off her thigh and now rested over
the center console, actually held up by the rim of my coffee cup! A very
uncomfortable position, even for a sleeping person, but the hand didn't
move! it's soft pink palm upturned, the fingers curved ever so naturally as
in total relaxed sleep.

    "And my voice and will are irresistible to you now... they've always
been irresistible to you, you feel only pleasure at being able to comply...
to submit... to obey me.

    "Let's prove my unbreakable control now, Rose, feels sooo gooood to
obey.  You will count to one hundred, deepening more and more all the way,
and soon you will not be able to remember the correct numbers, no, you will
try hard to remember, but you will forget, and you will be surprised to
hear that every number has turned into my magic phrase, and that phrase is
embedded completely within you and it is: 'I am compelled to obey you,
John' and begin counting now, and try to remember all these numbers very
well."

    Again the muffled murmuring.  "One, two, three..." as I pulled the car
over onto the wide shoulder and braked to a stop. "Fourteen, f-fifteen,
six... seven... sixteen... uhhhmmm three, four..."

    Unbuckling, I took the time now to rearrange my dick, now trying its
best to stretch right down my out of my pants leg, feeling the scratchy
fabric of my shirt press and rub against the head... ouch!

    "three... threeee... "

    I leaned closer to her upturned ear now. "Yes, you just can't remember,
too hard to remember, the numbers become the commands soon..."

    Now I got out of the car and rather confidently walked around to her
side.  Opened the door and squatted down to view her.

    How beautiful it was to be able to feast my eyes anywhere I wished! Her
left knee had drooped open, exposing a bit of her inner thigh to my view,
her right hand still rested on the other thigh. I pressed my boner along my
own leg and squeezed my thighs together as I stared.

    Her breasts were inches from my face as I leaned in to watch her face.
Her eyelids now resting on her cheeks, and though her parted lips barely
moved, I could hear her hypnotic litany: "I am com...pelled to obey you,
John...I am com...pelled to obey you, John..."

    Those lips, luscious and parted, obeying my will! I easily imagined
them parting just enough to wrap lovingly around my cock, which organ now
felt almost painful in its repeated clenchings!

    I touched the reclining control and began twisting it slowly backwards.
She did not twitch or cease for an instant her mantra, even when I reclined
to a point where her head was suddenly free to loll over even further!
Quickly I just held it up straighter as I eased her backwards.  Now I stood
up.  Too much traffic roaring by just then to masturbate... I was close to
an orgasm though!

    Leaning back in to Rose's chanting. "You will stop now. Breathe deeply
and fully."

    Up rose the bosom, almost to my lips! She sighed and repeated the
performance. I sighed in my own ecstasy.

    "Now hear and obey me completely, Rose. You can remember the numbers,
all the numbers again. While you count to one hundred I will speak to you.
Keep counting."

    "One, two, three..."

    "Count faster as you will feel my touch on your wrists. I am attaching
little metal bracelets to your wrists. They are cool little metal
bracelets, feel them being attached to your wrists."

    "twentyfour, twentyfive, twennysix, twennyseven..."

    I found a couple of rubber bands and lifted one hand. It felt limp and
leaden as over her unresisting  fingers I slipped one of the bands. As I
leaned over to hold the other hand, her breathy voice puffed into my ear:
"fordyfive, fordysix, fordyseven..."

    The latex slipped onto her wrist and I hefted her limp appendage
without feeling the slightest  response. I laid the hand down on her thigh.
It felt very cool and smooth as I let my hand rest there for a moment.

    She was near the fifties now.

    "Count very slowly, Rosie," I said, holding my face directly in front
of hers. "Enjoy the sound of the 'fff' as you count."

    Obediently the little-girl voice came: "fffiffftyonnnnee...
fffifffftytwoooo..." My lips were nearly touching her own now, my eyes
taking in her hypnotic helplessness, my cock throbbing dangerously, it was
poking out of my shorts leg, "fffifffftyyyyffffourrrrr..."

    "Uhhhhh..." came my own involuntary response as I felt suddenly things
had gone too far. Traffic ignores, I hunched down next to her, freeing the
first four or five inches of my cock to poke right out into the air. That
little touch was enough to begin my uncontrollable reflex, I felt myself
swelling, sticking up and out, up and out, upppp and outtt comes the fluid,
"uhh!" I grunt quietly, imagining the thick cream spurting out to cover her
lips as they slide over and over my heavy heavy cock, it feellls sooo good
to release at last! the heated shaft pulsing with yet another dribble
dripping down between my thighs down to  spatter from my heavy, leaden cock
onto the ground in thick dribbles and drops now, that hot glow just after
the climax begins making me feel dizzy... my head droops with weakness,
down... and drops onto her lap!

    Oh God! I started back away, but instantly I perceived that even that
sudden sensation did not disturb her! as her voice continued:
"seventyyytwooooo..."

    I must have swooned or something! Had she really counted that far?
Looking down, I saw only a drop or two of my congealing juice had actually
spotted my calves or socks... Nothing to clean up with, so I can only flick
off the last several upwellings from my creamy cockhead, and sighing, tuck
my softening member back into confinement.

    She had reached the eighties.

    "Rose, my beautiful Rose," I murmured, breath catching in my throat
>from the tension of the last few minutes, "when your voice reaches ninety I
will slowly turn on my magnets. The magnets in the roof of the car are
powerful ones. Your wrists are magnetized, and as you hear your voice
approach one hundred the magnetic power will become greater and greater...
you are completely unable to move your heavy, sleepy arms and wrists,
completely unable to move them even the slightest bit by yourself, my
magnetic force will pull up and up on your bracelets, up into the air
towards the power. Relax and enjoy the feeling as I control your arms with
magnetic power..."

    Hurrying over to the drivers seat, I took to the road again as I heard
"ninetyyy twoooo... ninety threeee..." and, as if she were a marionette
tied at the wrists, her dangling, limp arms now jiggled and jerked slightly
and, fingers still drooping down, began lifting her arms up off her legs.
In a moment they bumped lightly against the roof of the car.

    "Feels wonderful to be so completely controlled... you know you want
much much more, Rose."

    There was another deep sigh to my right.

    "And now as I count from five to one, the magnets grow weaker, and your
heavy arms... so heavy, so limp and soft... will be able to sink deeply
down again. 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1, and you sink still deeper."

    I now played with her arms, raising and lowering them more rapidly for
a few minutes. I could cause them to virtually fly upward and lock onto the
roof with an audible thump! When released, they plopped down onto her lap
so heavily that I stopped for fear that she would bruise herself!

    I ran through more deepening commands, testing her enslavement. I
deafened her and screamed into her ear suddenly, without seeing the
slightest response.

    The highway near us being clear of traffic for at least a mile, I told
her how calm and peaceful she felt, watching a sexy, sleepy smile curl her
lips upwards... I had been slowing enough to make it safe when I gave
several very sharp tugs on the steering wheel and applied the brakes. Not
really dangerous, but very startling to any passenger except... the deeply
asleep!

    (continued)


The Highway Hypnotist- Part 2

    All this fun took up much of the remainder of that afternoon's
driving. I worked over and over on her open, yielding mind, arranging
several posthypnotic commands, strengthening the amnesia I wished to
impose, and so on. Again and again I stressed my unbreakable,
irresistible power over her body and mind, and she willingly repeated
all the dogma with what looked like almost religious fervor!

    "Wake up now Rose," I finally said quietly.  Her eyes opened. She
was intently staring down the highway as she had been earlier, and she
shook her head and rubbed her eyes.

    "Wow... have I... ahhh... did you...?"

    "I'm tired of driving now, and I want to see how you do.  Feel good?"

    "Oh, jeez, I feel great!" she enthused, stretching as far as the
auto would allow. Her breasts thrust upwards in my peripheral vision.

    "How good do you feel?"

    "Just like a turtle!" came the response, followed instantly by a
giggle. "I meant, just like a turtle.  I don't know why I said
'turtle' when I meant to say 'turtle.'"

    I did!

    We swapped positions again, this time I was so sure of my success
that I relaxed into a heavy afternoon nap almost at once.

    I awoke with a start. The sunset was passing into evening's quick
desert darkness. The car hummed along. I had become aware of a
repetitive touch along my arm and left hand. I had been asleep so
deeply that I forgot what was going on myself!

    "Whzzat? Anything?" I mumbled drowsily, and then I heard a low,
crooning murmur from Rose.

    "No, I'm fine, everything's fine we have an hour to go, you get
some rest, I'm driving fine, go on back to sleep now..."

    My right hand felt her fingers pressing warmly into my palm, and I
remembered what I had hoped would occur. I snuggled around and feigned
sleep. Momentarily things were still, then, over the road hum and
engine noise, her low seductive crooning began anew.

    "...Mmm yes... yesssss..." came the low hiss, "the strong strong
hands, mmm..." again my left hand was stroked and clasped. "Mmm, sooo
strong alll over me, all over everywhere... ohhhyess so warm and
strong and gentle the fingerssss..." and I heard a quick break in her
voice and my forearm was now lifted and my arm laid across the top of
her thighs!

    "I've dreammmed about your hands, Johnny," came the lowered voice,
almost a ragged whisper as her fingers gently manipulated my own,
brushing in and out of my palm, pressing the back of my hand down into
her lap, where I could sense a deep heat throbbing gently. "Dreammed
your hand and fingerrrs were on me, they were everywhere, I - I had no
secrets, Johnny, my darling Johnny, your hands find out all my
secretsss so smooth and - and dark and thick and stronnnggg...
mmmhhhh feel sooo goood I didn't want to I shouldn't but I  had to, I
had to, I hadtohadtohadto..."

    Now her hand with more urgency was sliding my own upturned wrist
back and forth along her upper thigh, now and again lifting it up and
clasping it against her midriff. My hand sank into the soft flesh of
her belly beneath its shirt (as my cock renewed a more urgent
throbbing just inches away), and was pulled up against the heavy
weight of her soft, soft bosoms!

    Would she cross the line to overt sexuality in this "waking"
state? My orders had been just to let herself daydream aloud, without
thinking at all about what she was doing or saying, while her waking
mind concentrated on driving skills and mental alertness.

    "I-I hope you never find out how I need you, Johnny..." came the
low murmur once more, "need those hands so much, so strong, ooo stroke
me now, sofffftly, sofffftly so you don't wake up darling..."

    I had been concerned about things going too far, and it seemed as
if I'd have to try and defuse her, but just then my hand was replaced
tenderly in my lap (brushing that monstrous pole that now pronged down
my pants leg again!) and I heard rustling noise as she rearranged
herself quietly.

    Then a muted click and shortly the local public radio station was
filling the car with classical sounds.

    I stirred.

    "Did we have a lovely little sleep?" came an entirely different,
mischievous voice, as I feigned a large yawn. "We're getting into
town, and I don't know about you, but I'm hungry!"

    "God, how did the driving go?"

    "It's so great, John!" she enthused, wriggling with little-girl
glee. "I was alert the whole time... it was wonderful! I paid
attention to plants, and signs, and cracks in the road..."

    I glanced ahead, city traffic was not heavy, and I wanted to test
her again, I turned to face her and my left hand crept behind her
headrest as she chattered on.  Now, reaching over her hair, my fingers
pressed suddenly into her forehead lightly and I said:

    "Waking trance now."

    "...And it was the most, the mmmmm..." her voice sank away in
mid-sentence. I was ready to grab the wheel, but she responded
perfectly! Her eyes remained opened, and I heard only a small sigh
escape her lips.

    "Deep deep waking trance, you are again deeply hypnotized as you
drive carefully and alertly to our motel. Do you remember the
directions?"

    "Yes," escaped the answering sigh from the lips set in the placid,
blank face of my companion.

    "You are responding perfectly to my control.  You love, it, you
need to feel controlled and dominated, as if you had no will
whatsoever."

    "Yes," came the instant response.

    "You have had many fantasies about me, Rose, I know you have... "

    "Yes."

    "You may speak more normally from your deep hypnotic state," I
instructed. "You like to imagine my strength overpowering you, as I
have with my will."

    "Yes... I-I mean, yes, I've th-thought that sometimes." Her voice
was hesitant, but I ignored the tone.

    "But you sense how gentle my strength is, how you want to trust
it, that it will only control you, never hurt you..."

    "Oh, oh, yes, that's it!" she said, more animatedly now.

    "And I have had many male fantasies about you... about your soft,
yielding womanhood, Rose."

    "You... have... yes. You had some today didn't you?"

    The question caught me unawares and I was shortchanged for an
answer.

    "You know... you felt sexy, I know you did... you do... don't you
think I have a sense of smell?" she said, almost giggling! "Your
perfume... YOU know... from... from there..." and she became subdued
again suddenly. "We're not just soft little sex toys."

    My musky odor was now brought back to my attention, and I'm sure I
blushed! I'm glad she'd never remember jerking my chain that easily.

    "Of course you're not, you're strong, a strong woman, and of
course your NEEDS are strong, and getting stronger, aren't they?"

    She gulped a little. "Oh, if you only knew..."

    "I do know, and we both know now that I can help our fantasies
come alive, Rose, come alive...  yes you did smell me, you probably
smell me right now as I let your senses heighten in intensity..."

    "Yes, you smell strong now... but I like the smell... it means...
th-that... th-that..."

    "Go on, the smell means that I am... what?"

    "You're - you're *turned on*" she dropped to a whisper, and I saw
her tongue sweep across her lips. I heard a pleading tone suddenly in
her voice. "John... are you sure?  Are you sure it will be all right?"

    "Rose, be silent now," I ordered brusquely. "I have mastered you
so completely, you would forget your own name if I directed you.  You
can forget, and... you can remember too. Remember Lesson Two now,
Rosie.  Say Lesson Two."

    The response was instantaneous: "Lesson Two. I feel your total
control through my entire body and mind. I feel so good when I am
under your hypnotic power. I feel dominated and controlled, and I
deeply want to feel your power penetrate me."

    Her voice had grown robotic again, and my cock surged anew
watching her blanked expression.

    "And the other? About forgetting? Which Lesson is that?"

    "Lesson Four. Whenever you kiss me and tap my mind I will
instantly become completely ready for my orders. My eyes will open
wide and you will see deep inside my mind. Your voice will tell me
what to forget, and my mind will obey. When you tap my mind three
times, I will awaken."

    "Yes, you see how easily you remember and forget, Rosie, and you
make me very excited just now. Continue driving, and give me your
right hand."

    The point of no return. Spurred by my painfully mis-shaped
erection lumping up again in the leg of my shorts, I set her hand down
right on my thigh.

    "It's hot, your hand and fingers feel so sensitive now you can
feel everything, it's very exciting to you, your hand is being pulled
slowly over, it wants to, you will let go now and I am summoning your
hand, Rose. Slide it to the right."

    Her illusion of control breaking down definitively now her
breathing caught and became more shallow. Closer and closer to my
crotch she let her fingers creep, and then..."

    "Oooohhhh... yesssss..." I heard the faint hiss of pleasure as she
finally encountered my tumescence. A split second more she hesitated,
then the soft, hot palm slid directly over the fat bulge.

    My body reacted with almost as much excitement. The surge was
almost frightening, as I felt my asshole pucker shut as my buttocks
squeezed themselves together involuntarily.

    "You are excited as I am, Rosie," I managed to gasp out. "Just
gently explore our fantasy now, and talk about it..."

    "It's a nice, nice big thinggg..." and she slid out towards my
bulging glans, then back again. The hand squeezed gently down, and I
know she felt the answering clenching of my whole sexual being. "Nice,
John, nice, Johnny... Johnny, it feels so tight in there, does it
hurt, Johnny? It feels so cramped and tight..."

    "It feels just the way you wish it to feel, Rose, just like you
love it to feel, but your touch is so exciting to me, I'm sure ... I'm
*aahhh* sure you can tell...."

    "Oh yes, Johnny, I can feeeellll everythinnnggg... mmmmm, I bet
you like to be touched very lightly, don't you, but I like to slide my
hand allll over it... mmmm I just felt it jerk hard... is it too much,
darling?"

    I had about enough self-control left to order her to pull the car
over, into an unused daytime parking lot. I was sure this encounter
would be over soon... my cock was letting me know in no uncertain
terms that my balls had had enough stimulation, thank you!

    I know that my cock felt both inflamed and trapped by the
constricting material that held it bound to lie tightly along my
thigh... it so wanted to burst free of its confinement, and she sensed
this immediately.

    "Does his big thing want to get out? Mmmm?" crooned my willing
seductress, her fingertips from both hands free to torment my stalk
now. "I'm hypnotized and I'll never ever remember that I'm... I'mmm
oooh, I feel your pulse, darling, do you want me to stroke it more? Of
course it wants to be strooooked and strooooked over... and over...
and overrrrrr..."

    I think the whole car must be jerking now to my pulse; getting
more heated, I lean forward and my trembling hand finally pulls the
pants leg back, scraping the super-sensitive skin of my desperately
quivering tube that now pokes well out into the musky atmosphere of
the car. Her fingers fluttering and hovering, sampling, it seems,
every bump and vein as she murmurs to it:

    "Yesss, my darling is getting ready now, ready, so ready, oh, yes,
Johnny's going to do it... do ittt..."

    I'm ready... there have already been two barely-suppressed spasms
that take all my resistance, but that heavy, leaden pulse is just ...
going... to ... going to... I can't hold more than another couple
seconds, I barely husk out to my tormentor:

    "It's going to come out, Rose, your fingersss are teasing it out,
it's the most beautiful perfume, the most delicious creamy treat,
you're hungry to have it all, make it fl-fl uhhgmghhh... floww out
into your hand, oh, Rose I love your hand, I can't hold it, can't...
umh... holllddd it back..."

    "No, darling, I won't let that big thing hold back any more, it
wants to give up to Rose, darling, you are in my hand, Johnny it's big
and hot and hard I want it now, I'm going to jiggle you darling,
jigglejigglejigglejiggle... oohhh I want to feel it happen... here you
come... here... now... now...  now... Oh!"

    She responds like a little girl as my knees stretch apart and my
buttocks thrust my member as far out as it will stretch, and the first
little *pang* of my release opens the floodgates, and then a large
*thud* as her manipulating hand is jerked upright, and the first blast
shoots out into her curling hot palm poised at my bulging glans here's
another *thud* as my body tries to launch my shots of semen as an
archer launches a long-distance arrow... "ummmmgh!" wrenched from my
gut, and then "nnnaaahhh" as now comes the most immense pleasure
surge... over and over with subsiding urgency but more tenderness I
pour forth my thick, molten cream, flowing out as she jiggles my shaft
gently, feeling me subsiding yet still pulsing with life, dying out...
dying out, relaxing now...

    The roaring of my own blood has shut down all sound, but now I
hear her continued murmurs of tender coaxing: "here's a whole cup of
thick cream for me darling, right in my hand, are you finished,
Johnny? Getting so sleepy now?" Indeed I'm almost comatose with this
incredibly strong afterglow, when I see her raise her come-filled palm
to her lips.

    Her hummingbird's tongue reaches out to touch it, she inhales
deeply, then tips her palm towards her, and...

    "Slll-l-lp-p--pppp!" comes the sound of my essence being suckled
in over her pouting lips and...  Jesus, the most wrenching, surprising
feeling as my nearly spent cock surges again! and with the soft spurt
of a belated few drops along my knee comes a sensation... I can't even
describe it! except maybe, as if I were passing a large bowel movement
through my penis, as if my insides were turned inside out... very
nearly pain, and the following ache in my nuts lasted for at least an
hour!

    "mmmh... mmmhhhh" and similar grunts are all I could manage for
another minute, as I saw her smile and lick all round her fingers,
then reach down to my member, still rubbery-firm, and lift it away
from my thigh. Her gentle fingers bestowed the tenderest of little
pats as she lifted my shorts out enough to push it back into a
position of more comfort. Her saliva-slick fingertips wipe my knee
clean of my congealing spunk, and again the fingers were conveyed to
her willing lips.

    "MMMmmm... it's so yummy!" she said, looking at me with some
sparkle in her eyes. "Did Rosie make Johnny reallll realll hot?"

    "ahhh... ahh God," I croaked, then, gathered myself together and
tried to sit up straight.

    "Can't you even talk? My, my, you almost boiled over out of your
little teapot, didn't you?  Mmmm..."

    I held her to me, and we began a deep kiss, so different from the
little social pecks we had allowed ourselves in the past! Her lips
parted eagerly and my tongue, pushing into her soft hot mouth, tasted
my own juices mingling with her saliva. Our tongues played with each
other, and I felt yet another of those little almost painful sexual
after-shocks from my groin.

    I knew that she wanted "absolution" or at least forgetfulness now,
she had spelled that out to me in no uncertain terms. In mid-kiss my
fingertip now tapped her atop her soft, dark crown. Instantly her
tongue stopped its wriggling, and I felt her lower jaw droop away.

    Pulling back, her face in my hands, I beheld her eyes. Drooping
and heavy-lidded, they were opening slowly wider.  Wider.  And now
they stared up into my own, like a bird must look at a serpent. The
white showed all round the dark irises; even under the night glow of
the sparse street lamps I could see she was deep.

    In my best Bela Lugosi manner I widened my own eyes commandingly
and bored my steady gaze right back at her. I intoned, deep as I
could:

    "And now, my subject, I have hypnotized you deeply, and you will
obey me. Look deeply into my eyes. Yes, and now I remove and erase
forever all waking memory from your open, helpless mind. From the time
I placed you in waking trance to now... gone forever, except in your
pleasure dreams. You have already forgotten, but you will always be
ready to comply with my desires, with my total power over you. Say
'yes, Master.'"

    My captive's slack mouth murmured "ehyessss... assssterrr..." and
now I turned her face-forward and commanded my slave to resume
driving. She pulled out into traffic.

    "I will bring you back to quick wakefullness now." And I tapped
her on her head three times, lightly.

    With the smallest start, her voice picked up her dropped thread
from a half-hour before:

    "...most I've ever driven before without getting sleepy!  You
know, I owe you a dinner, eh?" and she poked me in my fairly
substantial tummy, "a nice big one, I think, no?" she said, chuckling.

    Soon we were checking into our fairly luxurious motor lodge. We
were of course renting separate rooms, but I did get adjacent ones,
and soon found they had a connecting doorway... as we all know, else
how else could this fantasy continue?

    *********

The Highway Hypnotist  Part 3

    The motel, on the far outskirts of town, was ritzy, at least by my
lower middle-class standards, but we were so hungry we made right for
the restaurant. In particular, I felt as if I had dropped at least
five pounds from ejaculations alone that day!

    The cuisine was fine, and she paid up willingly, but I bought a
bottle of red wine that we didn't quite finish. We agreed to meet at
the pool.

    Now the swimming pools in these desert inns were spectacular! The
residual heat of the day already dissipated, the dry clear air showed
stars burning steadily overhead even before the last light had faded
entirely.  The pool was really a pool complex; a substantial hot-tub
affair, steaming gently in the cool air with roiling surface from
powerful bubble jets along the sides, and a quick jog over the tiles
taking the bathers to a large irregular pool, sort of "amoeba-shaped,"
with several grottoes curving out amidst succulents and cacti
plantings, yucca and the like. There was even a twisty little "canal"
leading into a more straightforward diving pool. The water was crystal
clear, lit well from beneath.

    I hadn't even showered, and the daylong accumulation of road mung
tempted me right into the pool, but I thought better at the last
minute, and sluiced myself off under a heated sprinkler, then...
PLUNGE...  AAAAaaahhhhhhh!

    I paddled about fiercely for a bit, cruising the nooks and
crannies, inhaling the clear atmosphere with gusto. I was almost
alone; I sensed this was a slack time for travellers, at any rate
there were only a few other swimmers, a couple of kids slamming off
the board, and that's about it... except for the lovebirds.

    I ran across them as I float-walked down the canal, down the
darker S-curve of the channel (there was a burnt-out bulb or two
here); two sleek young couples, in earnest conversation as I rounded
upon them. No, not just conversation... there was some serious
nuzzling happening here, out of sight of just about everyone, due to
the curves and the gardens.

    The dimmer light was plenty bright for me to get an eyeful! They
were all young and trim, and the two women could have passed for
showgirls in my inexperienced estimation! They were supple, and not an
ounce of padding on their spectacular figures, highlighted by thong
suits that left absolutely nothing to the imagination!

    One short-haired blond nymph had entwined her boyfriend with a
hooked leg, holding him in close pelvic proximity, the trim foot
rubbing up and down his butt as they leaned their heads together. The
other couple were head-to-head also, talking with youthful earnestness
as I floated by them.

    I sped up so as not to intrude, but as I passed, the one lad
nodded, and the horny nymphet raised her face from her man's shoulder
and actually winked at me saucily!

    After a bit I started wondering if I were going to see my new
playmate at all that night. I scoped out the hot tub, tickled my fanny
with the powerful jets, and was back in the cool pool (trying to sneak
peeks at the bathing beauties) when I saw Rose's dark hair and pudgy
little nose floating along towards me.

    "It's wonderful, huh?" she bubbled as she alligatored up to me.

    "We really lucked into this, Rose," I admitted, "I just booked a
motel with a nice name and a Triple-A endorsement! Isn't the scenery
spectacular?"

    We floated apart again, and when I next encountered her she seemed
more subdued. Apparently she had run into the lovebirds around the
corner.

    "I don't know," she complained, "that behavior... with kids right
around the bend... it's better off in private, I think!"

    "Were they getting into it?"

    She grunted a little primly I thought.

    "It's getting cold, I guess I'll turn in, we've got a lot on our
plates tomorrow." She was hugging herself as if chilly.

    "Haven't you warmed up over in the hot tub?" I inquired.

    "No, there's a Jacuzzi in the bathrooms," she answered, "and it's
private." She seemed edgy now.

    "Come on, Rose, out with it," I insisted, "what's bugging you?"

    "Ohhh, it's those girls," she finally muttered, "dressed up like
play-toys, like TV shows... and... you know, don't tell me you didn't
glom!"

    I 'fessed up that I had given them a cursory once-over.

    "Yeah, sure!" she rejoined, "I... I just can't deal with it, I
don't know... you're pretty liberated, I think, but like just about
everyone else you trip all over yourselves when someone like..." she
jerked her head towards the canal entrance "...that parades by!"

    "Wait a minute, now," I rejoined heatedly, ready automatically to
plunge into some overheated sociological debate... then I pulled back.
I wasn't here to trip up a nice relationship with a good friend... a
very good friend!

    "Rose, come on over to the hot tub, we can watch the stars and
talk," I tried, with a disarming grin.

    "You want to watch those butts floating around," she pouted, but a
little playfully, I was relieved to hear.

    "Your butt is the only one I want to watch, hon," I responded, and
she cast her eyes down and patted by hand.

    "That's sweet, but we all know what turns men on, and when we
don't measure up, well."

    "Rose, do you really know what turns ME on? Come on, you didn't
want to get into all this stuff, did you?"

    "No," she answered, and I felt she was turning away, trying to
escape from a suddenly sensitive situation, but I found myself ready
for more intimate stuff, and I thought I could 'loosen' my friend up
in a beneficial way to boot!

    "Now I want to tell you some things... some very important
things," I said, holding her upper arm lightly, "and please listen
carefully to me, because I want you to tell me some things too."

    "What... I'm getting chilly, can't we..."

    "Just stop a minute," I insisted, "come on, look here..." I waited
until we had made eye contact. I paused to invest the moment with more
unspoken significance in her mind. Her eyes sparkled with the pool's
reflected lighting.

    "To start with," I said, "your eyes are gorgeous in this light.
They seem to sparkle and twinkle."

    She smiled, and her head tilted down slightly as if to break the
glance. "No, don't turn, please," I urged her.

    "I'm not sure where..." she started to say, but I wanted to hold
her gaze, and I reached round and cupped the back of her head and my
finger tapped lightly there in the signal to hold her attention. I
hoped it worked!

    It did! "What..." was all she said before her voice ceased and she
stood there quieter now, her head motionless as I let my hand rest
there.

    "How about my eyes?" I murmured in a lower tone.

    "They are nice," she said, bemusedly, her gaze flicking from one
to the other. I kept mine more fixed on the bridge of her pert little
nose.

    "They're sparkly, huh?"

    "Uh-huh," she answered, obedience beginning to assert itself
already.

    "The light makes them look deep..."

    "Mmm hmmmm."

    "Deep."

    "That's soooo..." she said, almost whispering as I let my hand
fall away from her neck. We stood almost toe to toe now, her brown
eyes becoming still, as she seemed to be studying just my right eye
now.

    "Can you look away, Rose?" I murmured.

    Her head turned a bit from side to side, her eyes now visibly
glazed over and her stare fixed.

    "Are your arms feeling very heavy and relaxed, as if you couldn't
hold them up?"

    She didn't answer, but her limbs fell away from hugging herself,
and now she stood almost as if at attention, oblivious to any
impression she might be making.

    "Does my gaze hold yours like an unbreakable magnet, like a magnet
you can't resist?" I stepped around a bit, and her head swivelled to
keep me centered.

    "And now," I said, returning to stand directly in front of her
round, heavy breasts, "when you answer 'yes,' you will know for
certain...  Rose... are you becoming deeply entranced, and will you
shortly feel yourself falling forward, diving and plunging down into
my deep hypnotic power, falling and falling completely into my deep
spell, falling completely free, my eyes pulling you into my power...
pulling... and pulling..."

    I watched her glazed eyes roll up, as her lids fluttered, and,
smoothly, arms still hanging, not moving in the least to steady
herself, my subject toppled forward into my chest, where I caught her
shoulders.  Her face now completely placid and blank, was still
upturned towards the eyes that she saw only in her imagination... her
own were closed peacefully.

    I felt her breasts brushing against my chest, their delicious
cleavage not completely hidden by her suit. Her hands, dangling
straight down, grazed my hips as they settled again and became still.

    Tapping her head more sharply now, I gave her the command "waking
trance now," and she got herself to stand upright again, face blankly
looking ahead of her.

    "As you recite Lesson Two, Rose, feel your arms pulled upwards
into the sky."

    "Lesson Two. I feel your total control through my entire body and
mind. I feel so good when I am under your hypnotic power. I feel
dominated and controlled, and I deeply want to feel your power
penetrate me."

    She was standing there before me, breasts uplifted as her arms
waved up in midair like seaweed in the ocean. I caught a glimpse of
movement behind some plantings, but when I turned it was gone.

    "Lower your arms. Now let's interact almost as if you were wide
awake, Rose. Come up now, take my hand and let's walk over to the hot
tub."

    "O.K. I'm getting real chilly." she said, and could see goose
bumps standing out on her pale flesh as we moved through the cool
night air, hand-in-hand across the tiled path, where we sank down into
the frothy whirlpool with a contented sigh.

    We were alone, but at the far end of the patio was one of the
couples we had seen earlier. They were in warm hotel terry robes, and
were reclining with tall drinks at one of the tables. I gave a little
wave, and I saw the girl nod and wriggle her fingers back at me.

    "Who's that?" asked Rose, raising her head from the crook of my
arm.  "Oh, her."

    "Rose, we're completely alone here, there's no one but us."

    She sank backwards with a wriggle. "Oh, that's nice..." she
murmured.  "Just usss..."

    "We're in a hypnotic fog, Rose, see?" and certainly the mist was
very thick as the pool released clouds of vapor up into the night sky.

    "Oh, John..." she breathed.

    "You find you adore being hypnotized, don't you?"

    "Ohhh, it's lovely! Just to... to give up completely... mmmm... to
give up and surrender, like nothing matters now... nothing matters but
your will John your will dominating me... dominating me and making me
want to go so deep now... so deep into your powerrr... your
powerrrmmm"

    Her voice sunk into her self-deepening routine I had taught her
that afternoon. My cock was at full attention, I knew no one could see
as I released it from it's pressured confinement.

    "That's right, Rose. And inside your hypnotized body is a
beautiful, beautiful woman. You are a beautiful person, and your body
is beautiful too... you know how attracted I am to your body, Rose."

    "Yes."

    "And you'll find yourself forgetting about silly comparisons with
others... tomorrow you will only know that it's your pleasure in life
that shines from you, that makes your flesh dance and sparkle, that I
dream and fantasize about your beautiful curvy body all the time,
Rose."

    "Mmmmm, yes..."

    "And you will know that your flesh deserves to be seen and
enjoyed, that you deserve to try whatever you'd like, and tomorrow
you'll find time to think about those little bathing suits, won't
you?"

    "Yes."

    "And you'll feel how nice it would be to be almost naked, and to
swim almost naked, and that in a minute we'll practice that feeling
Rose. Tell me now," I continued, "as you feel your whole body float
and drift in my warm hypnotic power... what do you remember of our car
drive today?"

    "Oh, we had a good time!" came her sleepy tones just above the low
hum of the water pumps. "You taught me how to drive without getting
sleepy...  thank you, thank you!"

    "And later?"

    "Oh later, I drove us all the way into town."

    "What happened then, do you remember anything unusual?"

    "N-nooo... I didn't get lost, and we were here."

    "Yes and I am enjoying this time together very much. You feel easy
and comfortable now resting here in my arm."

    "Mmm-hmmmm."

    "We have a nice day tomorrow, too, and I'll enjoy seeing the very
tiny suit you pick out..."

    "Tiny suit."

    "Yes, because tonight I think you'll dream of swimming, Rose,
swimming and drifting in the warm waters, and I'll dream of seeing you
in your new suit, I know I'll have very powerful, nice dreams about
you in your suit."

    "You will?"

    "Yes, I'll imagine the same thing that you're starting to imagine,
all alone in your own private dream, that you're proud of your
beautiful beautiful body, and you deserve to let the water slosh and
slide all around you while you swim..."

    "Mmmmm... that sounds nice..."

    "So nice, to glide through the waters, you'll imagine very
strongly how your body thanks you for freeing the flesh, how lovely it
feels as your arms and legs now begin, just ever so gently to move you
alonnnngg the water... you are floating and drifting now in your
dream, and your skin feels so free in your new suit, almost nude, like
you've always wanted to swim, nude and naked in the warm water all
alone..."

    I saw through the heavy distorting ripples that she had now
entered this dream, and I felt her shoulders flexing as she moved her
arms gently.

    "Yes, gentle sleepy drifting along, taking time to let your skin
feel every ripple and wave as you float along..."

    Now I moved out into the deeper part of the pool away from the
built-in seat where I'd been cuddling with her. One hand supported her
under her neck, keeping her face well out of the water, and now my
right hand slid down to her lower back, and simply buoyed her up.

    She snaked her arm unconsciously round my torso so it could be
free to "stroke" her through the water.

    "Open your eyes if you wish, Rose, open them and look up into the
naked sky as you drift in your dream."

    Her eyelids lifted dreamily, heavily to stare upward past mine. My
cock felt the insistent currents as the jets propelled water over my
heated loins. Heaven! I watched her breasts as they jutted up at me,
and when I lifted up, I could raise her abdomen out of the water, to
see her thighs gently flexing away, up and down in a dreamlike kicking
motion.

    "Now your dream will make you very aware of the delicious feelings
as you move through the water," I said, turning her back so her feet
were pointed at the wall... at the outflow of the water jet, "moving
through and letting the water slide and stroke over you, under and
around all your sensitive skin as you float alone, alone and safe in
your deep, deep dream.

    "And the dream tells you how good it is that you are almost,
almost naked, because now you can enjoy every little ripple, every
tiny bubble, every stroking, stroking current, letting the warm
current take over, letting the warm hypnotic current take possession
of your flesh, giving in to all your freedom... yes you will move
freely in your dream."

    Because I felt her shoulder grow momentarily tense, then relax, as
she submitted to my mental control, and her own sensations. Her
breasts... so close to my face, swelled with a sleepy sigh of
satisfaction and her spine twisted a bit. She bent and straightened
again. and her arms fluttered as they floated almost straight out from
her shoulders. 

    I was moving her imperceptibly closer and closer to one of the
jets now, my cock feeling how insistent the beating of its current was
several feel away, knowing how I had sometimes brought myself to
climax against such a stimulus. This jet was about a foot below the
surface, and had some sort of rotational element within, because the
current swept round in a kind of orbit, I felt it become regularly
more and less insistent, washing over my eager phallus, making it
thick and rigid.

    I floated my subject in a little closer; now the ripples were
washing first against one calf, then the other, one then the other.

    "Rose," I said, bending close to her face. Her eyes were drooping
shut again, and they closed immediately I spoke her name. My left hand
under her neck felt a motion and I saw her face begin to turn a bit,
left to right again and again.

    "Rose, I will guide you through this dream all alone, all safe in
your deep bed of sleep you will love the dream so much you will dream
it again later tonight after I send you to slumber. The water feels
insistent now, Rose... you feel sensitized to the water sliding freely
up and up and up, washing you, stroking you, making you want the
water... want the stroking... want it more and more. wanting it to
stroke you deeper and deeper."

    Her head turning more insistently now, searching for an invisible
something, her upper teeth catching her lower lip in preoccupation. My
right hand slid down a little lower, now I held the very base of her
spine, and could feel the swell of her hips.

    Her arms were dangling out from her body, forgotten all at once,
but her legs were waving as she maneuvered them into the advancing and
retreating currents washing and pushing up her legs.

    I spotted another nearby jet, closer to the surface, and steady,
apparently a stationary fixture, and I decided I wished to control her
responses more myself. As I backed her gently away from the orbiting
jet, I saw a crease appear in her forehead, and her closed eyes
squinched up. I felt her shoulders flutter again.

    "Your body is telling you it wants more, your dream is bringing
you more and more power now," I droned as my hands now floated her
into the new stream. Again her bosoms swelled and sank in a delicious
sigh of self-indulgent pleasure.

    Now, with my hand under the shelf of her buttocks, I began moving
her pelvis gently from side to side, watching as the current again
flurried ripples up her right thigh, then her left... right and left,
over and over. Again her arms hung limply, but I felt her spine
curving as she was now actively trying to control her orientation in
the water.

    I hadn't looked around lately, so possessed was I with my
malleable subject, and I turned my face towards the patio. They were
still there.  The man was reading a book, but his wife? date? ... she
was not reading!  Her book was in her hand, but her face was clearly
staring across the tiles at Rose and me!

    I don't think she knew I noticed, but I could see, I could almost
feel her intense interest as she watched a man tugging the supine
figure of a woman around the hot tub for such a long time; even at
that distance she might have seen Rose's lower limbs, especially now,
as they were straightened out, and began a scissors motion, flexing
stiffly from her pelvis!

    I felt Rose's whole self now yearning towards the insistent jet
bubbling and frothing up, up between her inner thighs, and I moved her
rather quickly in towards the source, then back out again.

    "Yearning to let the waters control you, take control of you,
making you want them more and more, the need getting stronger, the
command to give in, the command to feel helpless, deliciously helpless
to resist, no thought to resist, you must have more and more!"

    Her eyes were scrunched up again, and her breath was whistling
through her teeth now. Her legs flexed and opened, opened wider as I
now simply held her steady, moving her subtly in... and out from the
jet... in... and out. I lowered my hand and her pelvis sank down
beneath the surface, bringing the demanding surge foaming over the
tops of her thighs as they now stuck out stiffly in a wide V, as the
demanding surge flowed unstoppably over the thighs, over them
focussing the current at her delta, her delta, laving and caressing
the most intimate sensitive inner flesh, as I raised and lowered her,
trying to direct the current up and down her most private parts now
brazenly thrust towards the controlling currents.

    I heard her moan clearly and distinctly, and again. The tendons on
her upper thighs standing out distinctly as she forced her legs as
wide as she could. Another louder moan. I watched her magnificent
bosoms jiggle and shudder, watched her helplessly swivelling her
upturned face more violently now. Now she's mewing loudly and
continuously...

    "You will dream very quietly," I say bent over her contorted face,
"It will be much stronger if you are almost silent. You want the dream
to get stronger, to last and last. Always your body demands more, the
water demands more and more surrender."

    Her head stops its motions and I feel her spine arching backwards.
I move her body even closer now, and I reach down to her feet and
position them up out of the water, resting on taut ankles over the
edge of the pool. Now she controls her own response.

    The pelvis begins rotating gently as she maneuvers the flow
directly towards her yearning, the stiff legs wriggling sideways,
swashing her genitalia back and forth in the pulsing jet... she's so
stiff I need only hold the back of her head.

    Our audience is raptly drinking the scene in! I see the blond with
her own legs splayed out from her chair, one hand down between them,
the other jammed into her mouth, her boyfriend still obliviously
reading or asleep, her eyes wide and staring as Rose thrashes herself
back and forth before her, unawares.

    My cock unbearably stiff now, as I move it beneath my subject,
squatting down in the shallow pool only my head and shoulders above
water, waiting...

    The shudders begin now, her abdomen tightening, the flesh rippling
with a small series of shivers. She tautens again.  Another series,
jiggling the breasts like a horse's flank quivering to remove a biting
fly... I stand straighter now, holding her stiffened form with the top
of my kneecap. Her head rolls round in it. More shudders, the series
coming closer and closer together, her pelvis motionless...

    As her hands reach down, down to her delta, her raging seat of
pleasure, reach down to the rigid tendons of her upper thighs, down to
her swimsuit and pull it aside!

    A loud gasp brings her back completely out of the water, and a
little splash as her rigid spine relaxes again. Shuddering
continuously now. My own hand slides down her neck, sliding
impetuously down to the bodice of her suit, down, and under the
material, where I take possession of an engorged breast, a soft breast
whose flesh melts beneath my fingers, whose tip now comes under my
fingers, whose tip, extended and lumpy now is rolled and pinched by my
fingertips, whose tip is thrust up insistently into my fingers as Rose
gives in completely at last.

    For the next two or three minutes I feel her come... wave after
wave of juddering, shuddering, stiffening limbs, face twisted and
feral, lips pulled back in a rictus of pleasure that doesn't let up,
even as her body relaxes between spasms. Then another wave pumps her
pelvis up into the currents, and her breasts shake awesomely beneath
their confinement.

    Did I mention my own climax? I can't, because I don't even
remember having it!

    I only know that after a time I realized my cock was limp and my
balls aching... I must have been empathising so strongly with Rose
that my own orgasm just... happened!

    I pulled her away from the stimulus, and after a short time she
was drifting again, utterly relaxed and limp in my arms. My hand still
round her soft breast, seemed to go unnoticed, as now and again she
shuddered, like little hiccups, as pleasurable aftershocks must have
been sweeping through her. They would each start right at her coccyx,
which would clench up, then relax as the shiver moved through her
spine and out her limbs, now floating aimlessly from her torso.

The Highway Hypnotist  Part 4

    The blonde was still there, her head in her hands, shamelessly
fixated on our display. She arose, and walked determinedly over toward
the pool. Rose's suit was back in place, and her body still.

    Hurriedly I told her to rest until she felt me tap her, rest
without noticing any sounds.

    "I..." husked the bathing beauty, looking down at us. "I thought
Dan and I did things... b-but..."

    I smiled up at her.

    "We didn't bother you too much?"

    "What do you think?" she answered. "Lumpy over there didn't even
notice, but I... I..."

    "I saw you, too... umm..."

    "Maggie," she said, "uh, Margaret and uh, Dan my date." She sat
with her toes in the water now, her lean thighs flexing themselves as
her calves fluttered back and forth.

    "John, and this is Rose."

    Rose of course didn't move at all.

    "Um, is she asleep?"

    "Sort of."

    "God I could feel her from way over there. She really knows how to
have fun! She must have dropped ten pounds just now."

    I smiled again. "She doesn't care that much about pounds," I said,
tapping gently behind her head once. "You know that you are so
beautiful, and now you know how others feel too, don't you?"

    I touched her abdomen with a palm, and we watched the body clench
up and gently quiver yet anther time. Maggie licked her lips, staring
at the loose-limbed woman so blatantly exposed to a stranger!

    "Jesus, how... uh, how can you be so free? I don't mind snuggling
in public, but you put on a show!"

    "It's our first time, too!"

    "Well, you've give ME ideas, Rose. I'm gonna teach that guy
something he doesn't know! Later, that is... I'm - I'm still a little
shy I guess... I'll leave you alone, sorry for barging in, Rose."

    "She can't hear you, Maggie."

    "Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

    "No, no, she's not deaf at all," I smiled. "As a matter of fact,
she's hypnotized right now."

    "H-hypnotized!" Maggie stared down.

    "That's right, no one exists in her mind... she's really shy as
you are... more so!" I said, "She was jealous of your body and that
suit you're wearing would wake the dead!"

    "Thank you, kind sir," Maggie twittered, "but she's like, out of
it? I've seen some mental acts over in Vegas, and I thought it was
like, a fake or something."

    "Well Rose is no fake," I answered, "she's an excellent subject,
and she seems to like it a lot, though she won't remember anything
tomorrow, she IS still shy."

    "Bull... sorry, but you mean, really truly forget?"

    Maggie's robe had slipped open, and now she asked with her eyes if
she could join us in the pool. Soon we stood together, looking down at
my entranced friend.

    "I'd like to be able to do that," she whispered, staring at the
serene features. "Can I... like, touch her?"

    "Rose, you are in a sleeping trance now," I said, tapping her for
her cue. She was already out, and gave no overt signs. "Sure, it's
okay."

    Maggie lifted the woman's arm out of the water. We'd been in so
long that the fingers were prune-wrinkled. The arm lay flaccid in the
blonde's grasp.

    "Her skin'll be dry tomorrow!" she whispered, "bet you hadn't
thought of THAT!"

    "Oh, damn," I answered, I don't even know if she brought lotion!"

    "I have some, maybe I could drop it over. You going to bed soon?"

    Her eyes locked into mine.

    "I'd like to... you know if you had time... maybe you could show
me... a little..."

    "About hypnotism?" She nodded. "Rose really likes it." I chose not
to elaborate further, or answer her question yet.

    "Boy, you said it," she whispered, closer to my ear now, still
holding the limp arm in her own tanned grasp. "I don't think that
would work with me, I like to be in charge of things." Again, she gave
me a look.

    "In charge..." I murmured back, meeting her eyes. "In control..."

    "Yeah, like I'd be the one giving the orders." Her eyes glittered
up at me, then down again at my drifting Rose. "Dan might like to
try... but you sure gave her a good time there!"

    "Rose, come back up in your dream now. Stand up now."

    She got smoothly to her feet.

    "She won't remember any of this?"

    "No, we agreed that it would be easier not to be shy if I would
make her forget, Maggie."

    "Can I, could you make her open her eyes up?" asked the girl, eyes
fixed on my subject now standing, relaxed, water dripping down from
her hair, hand still held by the inquisitive blonde.

    "Rose, your eyes are opening."

    Obediently the lids rose, and Maggie now tried all the tricks,
waving the hand in front of the face, thrusting it suddenly close, but
there was no reaction.

    "Look at me Rose," she suddenly said, tugging at her arm. I was
annoyed, and she shot me a slightly guilty, but willful look. "Just
testing," she said, and dropped the arm. She had a little streak of
childishness, I judged.

    "We're going to turn in, I think, we've a lot on our plates
tomorrow."

    "Oh, the lotion!" interjected Maggie. "Please call me if you need
it, we'll be turning in soon too.  Please, it's no trouble, it's
really smooth and nice. Men like it too!"

    She looked straight at me, and I remembered suddenly: how did I
have my own orgasm, I couldn't remember! Had I been standing up?

    "It's really smooth and makes everything silky feeling... I have a
lot of it, I spread it all over myself after I've been in the pool,
you'll like it too, Rose!" she said suddenly, trying to catch my
friend in a ruse, but of course that was hopeless.

    "It's not a trick, I promise you!" I led Rose out of the pool into
the cold air. She started shivering right away, as did I.

    "Here, take this robe, Rose, you'll catch your death!"

    I took it from her outstretched hand and draped it over my own
shoulders. She was startled and annoyed at my "selfishness," but I
said:

    "Maggie, Rose doesn't need this, do you, Rose?"

    "What do you mean, the poor thing is..."

    "Is becoming warm, watch her. Rose, hear and obey. I've just
turned up the heat, it's rapidly becoming comfortable, getting warmer
and warmer now, doesn't that feel good?"

    "...Yes... warmer, ahhh." Her eyes still blank, her shivers
quickly ended. and she rotated her shoulders a little as if taking
pleasure in the sudden warmth.

    "Warmer and warmer," I said, soon you'll feel quite warm, almost
hot, getting a little uncomfortable now, as the temperature rises and
rises, hotter and hotter, making you a little itchy maybe, you'd like
to remove that itchy hot suit now you're so very hot, hot and
perspiring, getting hotter and hotter..."

    Maggie was staggered, as was I! at the instant response of my
companion. Her hands rose to pluck at her neckline, her tongue emerged
to lick lips, and her legs twitched and fidgeted.

    "Jesus," breathed Margaret, watching Rose closely, peering into
her blank stare, seeing her brow furrow as her breath started
whistling through her lips, and she mopped her brow as though
sweating.

    "...so hot... soo hot..." muttered the entranced girl, and now she
simply reached up to her shoulder straps, and matter-of-factly pulled
them down, reaching behind her to loosen the clasp of the suit,
lowering it over her panting breasts, lower and lower..."

    "And now you're cool again, cool and ready for sleep, Rose. Hear
me. The temperature is pleasant, and you're feeling ready for a long,
deep sleep. Let's walk now, Rose. Goodnight, Maggie."

    Maggie could only wave her hand as I dropped her robe over a
nearby chair, and led my captive off to our room.

    Once in, I surveyed my conquest. She stood, unaware of her
surroundings.

    "You will dream of a new suit, and the fun you will have feeling
the waters again..."

    "Yes."

    "The waters caressing you, and that suit is just in the way of all
your pleasure."

    "...yesss, pleasurrree..." and she swayed a bit on her feet.

    "Remove that old suit now, Rose," I said, erection already
starting up once again.

    Her hands repeated their motions, only this time I didn't stop
them. And then...

    Then she stood naked and unashamed before me. Her breasts hung
heavily from her shoulders, with the most appealing lower curves. Her
soft belly curved down without any attempts to trim her relaxed
figure.

    "Do you have moisturizing cream with you?"

    "Yes."

    "Get all ready for bed now, Rose. Remain nude, you will want to
sleep and dream in the nude tonight."

    She now went about her toilette, using the commode, brushing and
flossing her teeth, removing her contacts (I hadn't even known about
them!), then  jiggling her heavy mammaries as she dried and brushed
her dark hair vigorously.

    Now she dug out a bottle of lotion (aloe vera, I suppose) and set
about rubbing herself all over with it. How her bosoms quivered as she
spread her palms gently all round them, making her dark brown nipples
perk up as her fingers brushed against them! She worked lotion into
her fingers and toes, up her legs, as I worked my own hand up and down
my fleshy tube, glomming every nude inch of my companion's pink flesh,
jiggling and quivering under her own touch...

    When her palms reached her mons, I saw her eyes droop, and she
sighed heavily. I became hot and flushed, and my cock stood straight
out, poking across the small distance between our bodies.  Her fingers
swarmed over her sensitive flesh, and as I watched, she parted her
legs a bit as the palms swirled down, around, between, behind, setting
up a little pelvic motion, bring me to iron-hard readiness just from
the sight of her naked, proud and unashamed.

    I moved up to, and held her chin. I looked into her eyes as I
kissed her. The kiss was as magic as ever, even more so as I tapped
her into a swoon. Again the jaw dropped, and the eyes widened like a
"deer in the headlights."

    I pulled back the covers, commanded her to lie down; my cock
quivering mightily, wanting just to let the heated column of flesh
wander, slithering over every inch of her skin... poking into her
lightly-furred armpits, circling round her soft belly button,
exploring her receptive ears, and... her mouth... her slackly
hypnotized lips, now parted helplessly, just inches away from my
glans... I groaned as I saw a shiny drop of lubricant appear at my
slit... then another, dripping steadily down onto her carpet.

    "Rose," I husked, boring into her mind, "you will dream tonight as
I have commanded you.  Sleep deeply and dream. And now I will cause
you to forget our episode as you know I can do...  ummm, as I tell you
that your eyes are heavily closing in sleep now... yes, and your
delicious creamy liquid is ready for you to taste, which will erase
all of your memory as it sends you deep asleep. You will now tell
yourself to sleep deeply, Rose, and I will nurse you into slumber with
my hot, thick liquid that you... umm... you need so much."

    Her voice immediately began. "Sleep... sleep... deeper and deeper
asleep... deep... deeee..."

    "Sending you off, Rose..." I stood next to her head, and forced my
cock downward, towards the drowsy lips speaking in obedience to my
commands... and then...

    "Sleeppp... sleemmmm... lmmmm... lmmmmmm" is all she can say as I
offer my bulging member to those waiting, hungry, needing lips, and
she pulls it gently into her, pulling gently over and over, her mouth
pursed round the blazing fiery-hot cock, its knob fisting up and
bulging as I withstand with all my being the urge to slam it
completely down into her throat...

    My hand reaches down to cup one of her soft, flattened bosoms,
resting so trustingly open to my touch, so soft as I explore and
manipulate it, but now I just look down at her face, and reach down,
to slide an eyelid up, and the eyeballs are rolled backward, and her
lips purse and suck, pulling... pulling so sleepily and obediently, in
I slide and out, regular as sleep... deep hypnotic sleep... deep
hypnotized nursing as the cock feels so heavy! so heavy! I can't
possibly pull away, I'm hypnotized myself with the gentle suction, and
I hear myself whisper, at least in my mind:

    "...My cock is in your mouth Rose... you're sucking and pulling
and milking my cock... I can't resist you... I'm getting more and more
ready... milk my cock, feel it swell up feel as if its going to burst
open and you're going to be full, fulllll of thickkk... ohhh...
thickkkk.... cockkkk... thickkk....  cockkkk..."

    In and out it slides moistly and evenly, unstoppably past her
lips, pushing them in, pulling them out... they pucker in and out as
she nurses and milks me...

    And one hand reaches over sleepily towards my groin! The fingers
close and fist around the base of my cock. She's making cooing sounds,
quiet little gentle cooings to her master! The cock shaft is dark,
dark purple, every contour stretched to its limit as her lips pull,
pull pull, and my own fingers must reach down and cup my testicles,
must press and circle round my bags, they're pulling up, getting
wrinkly and tight under her nursing, here it comes, the first pulse is
here, under her fist, up the shaft, past her sleepy squeezing lips,
and onto her questing tongue... and now...

    BLAST.

    BLASSSSSTTTT.

    Another BLASSTS out of the head, hurtling out, out into her mouth,
her voice stops, and she just humms as her throat tastes nectar, milk
and honey flowing in delicious creamy bursts and dribbles, flowing
down into her wanting throat, I BLAST another agonizing jet, and my
hand holds the bed as now comes that feeling of leaden pleasure
overcoming everything, that the cock is made of soft, molten lead,
that its a hot tube of heavy, heavy thick lead, weighted down by
surging blood, by thick molten heavy creammmmmm...

    I  force myself to hold steady, breathing in rasping gasps through
distended nostrils, attempting not even to moan aloud, just watching
that stalk pulsing between her pursed lips, softening a little, her
cheeks still pursed inwards, as suddenly, it hurts! the climax is
over...

    I pull back and my glistening, bright red fleshy column softly
pulls away from her still-pursed lips, the lips open reluctantly as
the painfully sensitive glans slide out as last, trailing a long
strand...  the strand breaks and drapes along the sheet as my member
pulses a last dollop of semen towards her face, now peaceful,
breathing heavily in her slumber, and I reach down and gently lick her
lips and chin clean of my salty fluid, and risk a small suckle on her
tits, because she's asleep and I don't want her to wake up.

    I tiptoed away, turning out lights, covering her naked bosoms
flattened on her chest, and listened to her deep breathing before
going next door and tumbling insensible into my own welcome bed.

    Later in the night, I am awakened from my own sleep by
something... it's a noise...  repeated calls and moans... someone's...
someone's "doing the nasty" nearby...

    Then I remember, and placing my ear to the intervening wall,
listen as my lovely robot relives her self-induced orgy in the pond,
calling loudly in the agony of her own repeated crises, before the
moans finally subside. It's four A.M.

    ++++++++++

The Highway Hypnotist- Part 5

     Rose and I moved in different orbits for most of the next day, I with
technical stuff, she with board functions, brunch, etc. I caught one
glimpse of her entering a conference room in a trim, prim suit, and all I
could think about were her labia, pink and glistening as I'd seen then the
previous night, encased now in the fabrics of the working world. My own
thoughts were unsettled, almost furtive, the way they'd continually dart
back to what for me had been an unprecedented sexual escapade! Who'd have
thought my hidden hypnosis "fetish," nurtured in masturbatory moments alone
over the years and years since those childhood incidents, would have burst
forth with such ripe, tender fruit? What would Mother have thought?

     I certainly seemed to project enough confidence to sway a mature
person, albeit a friend who wanted to experiment, to the edge of daring and
far beyond!

     Finally I heard her enter her room next door late in the afternoon.
There were other voices present and I tuned the sound out, while
remembering the other, late-night sounds I had last heard through that
wall. Now there was good humor, and even a high feminine laugh, not Rose's,
I was sure!

     Then, after a quiet time, the phone rang.

     "Hi, it's Rose."

     Her new friend Maggie had spirited her away from the last tiresome tea
of the afternoon, it seemed, over to a fashion mall. They had gotten a
little "silly," it seemed... "but you'll see for yourself, if you'll come
swimming again tonight," she said. A pause, and her voice dropped to a more
serious timbre.

     "John," I've got something to ask you, it's a little embarrassing..."
then I hear her cover the phone, and in a moment her door opens and closes.
"I couldn't just talk about it with Maggie here... she said... she wanted
me to ask you... it's hard, John! Listen, you know the driving yesterday,
and... well, did... something happen?"

     Damn that Maggie! She'd gotten to be more than a nuisance all of a sudden!

     "She said she wanted to try that hypnotism too, because... because it
was good for... for... bedroom things... and she said that I showed her...
was I... damn, it's hard... was I acting weird last night?" she finally
blurted out with extreme difficulty. "I said I was just swimming around,
a-and she said 'I'd like to swim around like that too,' and gave me this
look..."

     "Did she go?"

     "Yes. I didn't drink that much at dinner, I know I wasn't even tipsy!"

     "Now listen carefully, the only thing I noticed was you singing that
song, you know... Twinkle twinkle? That's all I heard, you remember? Wait a
minute, just listen," I insisted and the line was quiet, as I whistled
"Twinkle twinkle" to her over the phone.

     "I did?" her voice was small.

     "Yes, you did, you sang "Twinkle twinkle in my eyes...remember? try it
now."

     Her voice came back.

     "Twinkle, twinkle in my eyes, / Close them and I'm hypnotized / Listen
to the voice so deep, / Now I'm - I'm drifting off to sleep, / Twinkle,
twinkle... twink..."

     She never made it to the last line.

     "Try it again," I urged gently, and there it came back over the line:

     "Twinkle, twinkle in my eyes, / Close them annnd..."

     "Again," I said now, flatly.

     "Twin...." and then silence. I pictured her, just next door, perhaps
swaying on her feet, her eyelids drooping down onto her lovely cheekbones,
the phone still reflexively held up to her ear (I hoped!)

     "Hang up and come right to my room now," I instructed.

     The phone clicked, and in a moment I heard her hall door again. I
opened my own door, and there she stood... eyes closed, dressed in just a
slip, and bare-breasted!

     Hurriedly I told her to enter and she drifted with the care of a
sleepwalker past my arm as anxiously I reassured myself that there had been
nobody there to see her, barefoot and bare-breasted at my door!

     I obviously had a lot to learn about discretion, I could have just
opened our connecting door, but I hadn't thought it through!

     At any rate my control was strong enough to flood out her conscious
nervousness, because here she was, arms at her sides, breasts swaying
sensuously as she continued walking towards... right towards the bureau!
Before I could halt her her leg bumped into the furniture and this brought
her to a lurching halt. In the full-length mirror I saw, as I hurried to
her side, muttering as many "deeper and deeper" suggestions as I could,
that her face looked pale.

     What was going on, was she ill or faint?

     "Rose, are you all right? Do you feel well?"

     "It feels wonderful," the lips barely moved, the bosom rose and fell,
her eyelids looked almost purple against the odd pallor of her face.

     "Sit down in this nice comfy chair," I instructed, "sink way, way down
and be so comfortable that you are just calm and relaxed alll over." With a
sigh her nearly nude form was deposited in the chair.

     "Now Rose, although you are very deep now, you can speak as if you
were awake, do you understand?"

     "Yes, I understand," she said with a smile! I breathed an inward sigh
of relief, I had thought she was ill, but her color seemed to be returning
to her cheeks.

     "Something was troubling you?"

     "Yes, it was Maggie," she responded.

     "Go on."

     "Yes, she had taken me to this store to get a bathing suit... you
know, a kind of... almost bare kind of suit..."

     "I know exactly what you mean," I answered, smiling down at her,
straying another glance to her breasts, which she displayed openly and
without any embarrassment. They really were lovely, slightly flattened by
gravity, with wide brown nipples and large aureola... but listen to her
words, dummy! I told myself angrily... there's plenty of time to glom her
body! "Did she disturb you?"

     "Yes, she did. We were talking about how suits turn men on, and she
said that they turned on some ladies too. I knew she meant herself, because
she was giving me these googly-eyed glances when I tried them on... but all
she talked about besides that was hypnotism."

     "Yes. Be sure you are very deep, so we can talk very freely."

     "Yes, John," she droned calmly, "I am very deeply hypnotized right
now... it feels good to be able to talk honestly to you and not be
embarrassed."

     My dick hardened noticeably, and again, I gave myself a stern talking-to.

     She went on to say that her companion had referred more than once to
what she implied was Rose's wantonness, and said she thought that meant
that Rose might like to be a little, shall we say, "experimental" with
others.

     "...And how did that make you feel?"

     "Not good."

     "Why? Be explicit as you can."

     "Yes. I am not a whore or a pervert!" she said, with some heat, and I
noticed a rouge flush highlighting her cheeks. "I-I'm just a sort of
stick-in-the-mud, I guess, but no!" she exclaimed, "You know how we have
gotten into this... this oh, John, it's a lovely thing, but I'm nervous!"

     I played it very clinically. "Go on."

     "Yes, driving is such fun now, and I'm going to be grateful forever
for your help, but I'm worried... don't want to feel guilty, and I love
Jerome, and I love you too!" Her face had now gained just a little
animation, although she was expressing real anxiety.

     "When you are awake, Rose," I said gazing at her loveliness, "do you
feel you have even a tiny conscious hint that now I am your sexual master?"

     Her bosom jiggled enticingly as her breathing caught. "N-n-noo... I'm
not aware of that... I must be sure..."

     "Why, Rose? Do you want very deeply to continue to submit yourself to
my complete sexual control?" I stood closer, and her eyes followed me.

     "Yes," she said, "yes, oh God, I do things... things I never dream
about... or things that I do dream about...sexy things..."

     "Of course you do, Rose, and remember, it's only while I have you
hypnotized that you have consented to let me control you. You wanted to
fall deeply into my hypnotic power in the car, you don't remember it
consciously and you never will, but you can tell me about it, what did you
do?"


     "I fell into a trance... I fell and fell and fell..."

     "Look at my hands, Rosie." I held the palms up towards her face and
she smiled.

     "Yes, they're beautiful hands... strong... I like to watch you move
them around, and just when they're resting too."

     "Now my hands are cupped together, Rosie," I intone, "and as I
slowwwly draw them apart, look at this huge, deep-green emerald crystal I'm
holding... it sparkles very brightly it might make you squint a bit...
annnd there it is resting heavily in my hand."

     Her eyes widen in surprise, then blink a bit and she turns her head a
little. "That's beautiful, it's like magic!" she says.

     "Yes it's magic, but it's real too, very heavy and real as I'll let
you hold it now if you like..."

     "May I?" and she reaches up toward my hand. "Oops!" as she dropped her
hand and caught at the "gem". "Sorry... ahhh!" she said, holding it closer
and peering at it.

     I now "took it back," and said, "Now, very easily and totally
naturally, I'll just fasten it right up here above your head, Rosie, just
up there in the air, and in a moment I'll have you look very deeply into
it. There it's hanging right up here now."

     She nodded, her eyes upturned and blinking quickly at the imaginary
"glare."

     "Now I'll make it dimmer and its color go very very deep deep green, a
very deep deep green, is that better?" She nodded again.

     "When I let it spin slowly you'll be absolutely fascinated by the
deep, dark sparkles that are lovely to watch. Here it goes now."

     "Ohh..." she breathed, and tilted her head back to watch the "show."

     "Now in the car you felt you had to do things, yesterday."

     She nodded.

     "The gem lets you speak.  Tell me what you did and how you felt."

     "I touched your hand, I stroked it," she murmured. "Your hands... I
imagined you were caressing me."

     "Continue. As you speak you won't even notice my commands but you'll
obey them willingly. Continue, and tell me what you like best about going
into trance."

     "I couldn't believe how good I feel! I mean, I just feel like I'm
letting go, that I just have no choice, and I love having no choice... it's
like a warm bath or something, and I just...."

     As she talked, I whispered now: "And you may want to play very lightly
and delicately with your breasts now." And without seeming to notice, her
eyes still fixed on her "emerald," Rose raised first one hand, and soon the
other, up steadily and surely, and touched herself. Her fingers were soon
swirling round her mounds as they lay heavy and slightly flattened by their
softness on her ribs.

     "Then later I touched your penis. I was thrilled and a little scared
that I was doing that in public, but it was so impossible to stop! It was
impossible to say no and stop, I felt so special and tender, and I just
sliddd my fingersss arounnndd and arounnndd..."

     Her voice remained level, but her hands pressed now and again against
her nipple areas pressing her heavy tits even flatter, then she might
lightly lift one mammary, slide out from its underside, pause briefly and
begin the digital flutterings over again.

     "I know how turned on you are when I touched it," she murmured,
because it got so very hard, and my fingers were very sensitive... that's
the other thing about it... " her eyes wider open and more glassy now as
she blinked slowly, almost at regular intervals up at her "target." "The
other thing... sometimes I thought I felt very sleepy, but I knew I wasn't
asleep..."

     "The gem is spinning a little faster, just a little faster," I
interjected, still in a whisper. "Deep deep green green..."

     Her breasts rose into her hands as she sighed and settled back. I
watched her hips under the cream-colored simple slip, and thought I
detected a tiny motion there.

     "...But I get so... so, ummm... it's like electricity or something, I
get so sensitive, like my fingers on your penis could feel way inside it,
way up inside you, John... And... when... you came... I never like  that,
you know... to taste it... before..."

     Her mesmerized litany had now raised me to full rampancy again, my
stalk jutted out pointing at my subject as I stepped out of my trousers.

     "...And you said it was delicious, and then I really thought it would
be...I thought how good it would taste, and I wasn't scared to... to drink
it even, and then it was all hot in my hands, and I watched it come out and
out and out..."

     Her fingers still circled and her palms still pressed against her soft
hillocks, but I perceived definite wrinkles and puckers in her aureola. Her
hips were sliding back and forth gently across the seat cushion too, but
her eyes still blinked upwards languidly...

     This sight gave me a fiery pang, clear down to the root of my penis,
buried back in my groin. It ached!

     "And as you talk about the pool, let the gem pull you to your feet, it
stays right there before you," I whispered, and immediately she hoisted her
body, with some difficulty, up out of her chair. Her voice didn't stop
though, her face was now turned up towards the ceiling. I saw her throw her
shoulders back, and the breasts were consequently pushed out and up. The
hands circling, pressing, their fingers now brushing directly over the
nipple area, their surrounds bulging a bit, and wrinkled and creased.

     "In the pool, the pool, oh God..." she breathed heavily... "Oh,
Johnny, the pooollll... I came so hard, never stopped, felt it would go on
and on... ohhh, I didn't even think... I didn't have to think, you were
keeping me safe, Johnny, oh, I loved you so much, and then..."

     I had put a soft bath towel on her chair, now I moved very close to
her voluptuousness, her soft, tender curved belly, and her fleshy but firm
buttocks exposed as I simply slid her slip and panties right down her legs.
I whispered that she could sit again, and that nothing mattered but her own
pleasure and release.

     She was into it for good now! "... And then I drank your cream, ohhh,
it was like thick thick tangy honey I felt so sleepy, your juice made me go
to sleep, and then I dreamed it all over again!" Her eyes were almost
closed now, but I still saw her moist pupils under her sagging lashes, and
her nostrils were flared as I knelt in front of her chair.

     Now I whispered that the gem was beginning to pulse and glow in
mid-air. "Yes, right in time with your own heightening, Rosie," I
whispered, "Growinggg... and relaxing. Growing.... and relaxing, as you let
yourself grow and relax too.

     "...And I was floating and the water ran all over me, alll over me,
and I felt so alive..." she was babbling on, and now I saw her fingers
stiffen out from her palms and she brushed their fans over and over the
nipples, making them flip rapidly in their erectile state. "....right up,
up between my legs..."

     And indeed between her own legs now my gaze was drawn inexorably. Her
tummy wrinkled and folded as her abdominals became involved, pulling as it
seemed inwards and upwards. There was her pubic hair, and right below it...
right there below...

     The patch of hair extended right down past her labia, right down and
past the puffy outer labia, which were still closed, there was so much
flesh to them that her dark curly hairs were still dry, and the flesh of
the labia still closed over her treasure. But her legs were still together.

     I stopped her chanting now, stood up and bade her just listen. "And my
hands want to touch and arouse you more and more, Rosie," I said. "Now,
look at my hands. Open your eyes and watch my powerful hands. Good, watch
as I fold them over this pulsing jewel...closing and folding it in, watch
every tendon and pad of flesh on my strong fingers, my strong strong hands,
Rosie."

     Her eyes appeared almost in religious ecstasy as she "watched" me
close my hands. "And I take all the power, all the throbbing power in the
gem as well now, Rosie," I chant, and now I suddenly flatten my palms
together, and I hear her gasp. "The gem is gone and my hands hold all the
power, look!"

     Her lips part as she stares at my outstretched palms. I flex my
fingers and her breath is louder now, she's almost cowering back, pressing
into the chair, and her hands are pressing into her bosom, her tits are
squashed a little against her chest, she is into the "hunted animal at bay"
thing, apparently! The whites stands out all around her bulging eyes.

     "Now, drop your arms away from your hot, heavy breasts!" I say
sternly, and down they flop, lying alongside her thighs that are clenched
up and tense. Her breath is very rapid now, rapid and shallow. "You've
wanted to feel my full power, Rose, and now you'll hear yourself ask for my
hands to control you. You've  wanted to, you're thinking about it now,
think about it more and more... Maggie and Dan want to feel the hands too,
and now speak!"

     Her trapped gaze follows the path of my hands as I kneel again, and
bring them closer and closer to her thighs and knees.

     "Oh... oh... oh..." comes the panting response, and her hips lift
slightly off the towel as she says: "Part my legs now, please! M-make them
come ap-apart... make them open, please..."

     Another surge of her hips as I rest a palm on each knee, and slowly
draw the thighs, drawing them bit by bit wider and wider, watching her
genitalia as I do so. Her eyes have closed and her head rests back on the
chair, her shoulders shiver and now those fat lips in their nest of hair
are being pulled too, pulled apart like the first kiss onto sealed lips
that are now only slightly stuck... now only held together by a narrow
seal, now coming apart; pushed apart as well, because when the seal breaks,
her moist, dark inner petals are immediately glistening in full flower!
Without the puffy thickness of the majora, these would, I was sure, have
protruded and extended well out from her pussy, succulent and fragrant and
oh, so tempting!

     She's whispering "Yes, yes, yes..." hips lifting more as my palms
slide right up to her pelvis, right up the quivering flesh of her full,
luscious thighs, pulling her  forward, she assists me, sliding her buttocks
toward me as the thighs spread ever wider, the knees dropping open, falling
apart...

     And then I stand suddenly, raising my hands to her sweat-bedewed face,
my cock stuck up thickly and firmly, pulsing with its own desire! and her
eyes are still wide and glazed, her fingers, stuck alongside her hips are
clenching, scratching the flesh they can reach, the flesh of her hips.

     "And now," I say passing my hands before her as a magician weaving a
spell, "now you feel completely open to my penetrating power, you are an
empty vessel, you are a hungering emptiness, a hollow, slick, wet vessel
that only yearns to be penetrated, penetrated and filled to your very
center."

     Her breaths through her nose are short, sharp, fierce and regular, but
her mouth has opened, her jaw dropped, her tongue licks her lips, her head
tries to lift and drops back, her eyelids thicken and droop, and I feel as
usual, a dangerous premature *panggg* of sensation along my carved bone.

     "As your absolute submission to me deepens, your voice fails." I don't
want too much screaming, and it looks as if she might really let herself go
this time! "It can whisper and speak softly, all your energy are focussed
on that glorious, tingly emptiness now."

     "...yes..yes..yes..yes.yes.yes.yes..." come the soft sussurrations in
response, as now I kneel again, gloating over the helpless desires of my
lover. The hairs around about my target are no longer dry and smooth, but
matted and dampened, the lips between look slickened as I can see her
flattened buttocks now gently humping herself up towards my face, and my
palms now slide up her hips, taking possession of those bulging glutei,
holding her hips off the towel now, my pinky fingers stretched almost to
where her anus must be, my shoulders sliding down the tendons now stretched
and exposed in high relief.
"Emp..ty..emp..ty..emp..ty..emp..ty.emp.ty.emp.ty..."

     Her face now jerks up into view as she watches my face through the gap
in her titties, my face studying her cleft as I lift her up towards my
lips, I hear a *clunk* as her head falls back against the wall, my hands
feel her own hands nearby clawing and flexing, my tongue now extends... and
I take my first taste of Rose.

     Her outer labia are the thickest, meatiest, firmest ones I've ever
kissed! God! Each one is almost a mouthful! I revel in the unexpected
thrill this gives me, pulling them out individually, releasing them to snap
back  with a tiny moist "slap" onto her expanded inner petals. Then I
delicately pull them both back away from her vaginal opening. Her orchid
blooms outward, gleaming and itself thick-leaved, then retracts as the
rubbery outer flesh is again let free. "Slap!"

     I must see the clitoris now, before I taste it... aahhhh, she has a
nice one, though it will always remain buried, it looks ripe and ready for
a thorough slurping! Another opening of the curtain, and now my lips take
possession. Her quiet happy mewling reaches my ears, and her fingers
scratch against my wrists, too strongly!

     I pop out from her sodden delta again, remembering that I have
"imprisoned" her hands at her sides. Standing up, I step to her upturned
face, cock nearly pushing into her ear.

     "My. Hands. On. Your. Jaw," I say theatrically. "Your. Jaw. Drops.
And. Your. Mouth. Opens." I turn her face sideways, and my cock feels each
panting puff from her flared nostrils. I slide the glans into the heat, and
feel her tongue drop to cradle the steaming head.

     "Open your eyes, and gaze up the length of my member," I order her
quietly, and she's crosseyed as she obeys, humming in her passion. "The
member is firm and hard like my hands," I continue, and feel her lips
squeeze down and her head nod.

     *Panng-g-g!* Have to watch that, I don't want to come yet!

     "The member goes on and on, just like your emptiness, on and on. Place
your hands flat under your buttocks now, stop flexing them." I don't even
have to look, I feel another quick nod.

     *Pan-n-g-g-g*!

     "I will satisfy you now, empty vessel," I say. And as I turn away to
find a condom, "Feel your beautiful sex open and flower, pushing outward
waiting for the gentle, unstoppable inward penetration... penetration...
more and more ready for penetration, beginning to crest already, feeling as
if you are nothing but a hollow, tingly ache now..."

     Rolling the condom along my cock, her eyes still following it as it
jiggles across the room and back, as it wobbles heavily in mid-air while I
toss pillows on the floor at her feet, as I show her my palms again,
drawing them repeatedly along my spike, as I let it slide across one
nipple, bumping over the wide brown lump there, as it lowers below the
horizon of her quivering belly...

     As her pelvis jumps in her palms when the penis bumps its questing
nose against her thigh, as its heat now lies right along her cleft... as I
tenderly part her fleshy curtain, and affix my bulb at her hungry gate, as
she feels the hands urging her knees wider and wider apart, her sex pouting
and parting as here it comes...

     The bulb passing into her chamber, her moist walls open and receptive,
the purple flower pressed inwards with the slow thrust like the growth of a
thick root of a tree in the moist forest soil and everything gives way
inside her, and she knows distantly that her soft belly is now clenched,
now relaxed, always quivering and shaking, the root STILL sliding inward,
inward, the intrusion itself now enough to grant her a release...

     Oh yes, fill me, fill me, I'm wide apart for you, ah.ah.ah., there,
and oh now what's happening... those hands, ah.ah.ah. yes the fingers
they're RIGHT THERE next to my clittie, ah.ah.ah.ah. too many things to
feel, almost as I feel a hot little splashy feeling, oh it swells up, how
can it just keep coming in, my opening is stretching,
ah.ah.ah.fil.ling.fil.ling.ah.ah.ah. ahhhhhhmmmm. Sooo fulllll... Sooo
fulllll.... Soooo fullllll.

     But what, my lips are kissing out now, kissing out now it's leaving,
ohno, no, I'm not ready, oh, yes I am another splash, clamp down on it,
harder, so it will stay in, I'm turned inside out all my flesh pulling
pulling, holding and splashing... ohgood ohgood it's stopping, now please
fill me again, ah.ah.ah.ah. ohhh, the clittie, oh the fingers are pressing
my fat fat lips against it, what? what!? Splash! Splashhh! everything's
liquid, everything's jerk...ing and jigg...ling, big jiggly rubber lips on
clittie, here it comes, here it comes,
jigglyrubberjigglyrubberjigglyrubber...

     ...."Ungh!" comes her grunt as I thrust in to my limit, soaking in her
brine, scrubbing those fat labia against her clitoris, her mouth wide open,
wide, wide open, her vagina clamped, her feet leaving the floor, her head
whipping sideways now, just holding myself there, letting her coast down a
little, now sliding quickly out, rub the latex against her clit, and her
feet lift again.

     "Holding now, continuous pleasure, my vessel, you're Rose again, you
're coming gently now, look at my penis, Rose." I stand up, her eyes
shining as they follow my fingers as I trace my length, standing now at her
side, swarming my palms over her tits, the cock almost touching the nipple,
I bend the shaft up, it hurts it's so tight, but I draw it back above the
nipple, up to my belly, and

     *SNAP* it down to bat against the nipple. Pang!

     Here's my own limit, watching her gelatinous flesh jiggle, sporting
her engorged fruit rubbing against my heat... off with the condom! Snap!
Panggg! Bend down, suck her other nipple HARD, and another Snap-Pang! this
snap scatters little droplets over her flushed chest, my free hand slides
down over the belly, and jiggles that clit again, and she gives a "yeep!",
I'm leaking onto her nipple now, no, it's not a leak, it's... it's... a
firm driblet, I have just time to bend over and suck her clit, then I
straighten, arch my back, push my pelvis forward against her arm, and
wriggle the shaft over and over the juicy nipple, with its own sweet little
hole, spreading the fluid, groaning mightily, rubbing and jiggling my cock,
as my testes fulfil their function, and my pleasure centers reward me for
my indulgence. Smear the fluid onto both her nipples, bend and suck them
in, taste my semen.

     I rested my palm over her mount, stood up and pulled her to her feet.
She floated up, pressing her belly against mine, her eyelids fluttering
against my cheekbone, then into my bed, covering up, stroking her
sweat-matted hairs, closing my eyes, hearing her sigh and coo, and, just
remembering to have her remain in trance until I would rouse her, I then
offered my own sweet surrender to Morpheus.

     Blackness.

     ******


The Highway Hypnotist -Chapter 6, Part A

     Some time later, I awoke. My leg was thrown over a soft 
cushion, a hip mound a...
     Oh-h-hhh... it was Rose! What time was it now? 2:30 AM... 
God, I'm glad there was no business meeting coming up this 
morning... oh shit, but Rose had two! and now I remembered that 
they were important to her. Only because she was still in a 
trance had her anxiety not wakened and alarmed her.
     I whispered to her sleeping ear that she was ready for bed 
now, and led her back into her own room. There was the skimpy 
bathing suit she had planned to model for me...but I had been 
further than a G-string already!
     I watched as she went through a brief cleansing of face and 
hands, sat on the commode and peed (like a horse), donned a 
flannel nightie (how domestic!) and brushed her teeth, and got 
into her bed. During this time I was programming a deep, 
refreshing sleep that would leave her exhilarated and raring to 
go in the morning. I dumped myself back to bed, but now sleep 
didn't come back so easily for me.
     Rose and I would not see much of each other all the next 
day, Friday... and Saturday was our return drive day. "So much 
for activities," I thought sleepily, then remembered that I still 
had a good shot at some hot recreation with Maggie (and Dan) if 
I...if they...perhaps I 'd... I'd...and my eyes opened onto Friday 
morning.
     I am going to skip over Friday... it proved to be a hot and 
heavy experience, but when it was all over and I was napping 
during the late afternoon, I felt a little twinge of shame. Let's 
just say that all my needs had been met, except the tender 
feelings I missed from Rosie! I napped through the dinner hour. 
The rest made me allll better. After all, I told myself, those 
two sexy but shallow individuals had freely asked for it, 
though what they received may not have been exactly as they 
had anticipated!
     [NOTE FROM FranZAM: I will reserve that threesome for a 
separate story.]
     I called Rose's room a few times during the early evening, 
but no answer. I had begun to think about our final time (!) 
together, the long drive back home. I had some ideas, for 
instance, and had rented a van conversion (with tinted 
windows and captains chairs), but, what to do exactly? I felt 
at loose ends.
     Until about eleven-thirty that night, when I received a call 
from the woman in question.
     "Rescue me, OK? I'm in the bar. This other trustee won't 
take no for an answer, and he's too much a big shot for me to 
get mad... dammit, when will this stuff end?"
     I hurried over and, finding her in the lounge, used some 
excuse about the impending trip to extricate her from the 
beefy gentleman's hearty pats and farewell finger-kisses. As 
we walked back, she was fuming and tense.
     "He knows Jerome," she bit out. "He knows I'm monogamous, 
but... hell, he gets drunk, but that's not enough for Mr. Big, oh 
no!"
     (Monogamous? I thought wryly to myself, holding her gently 
by the elbow as we reached our doors.)
     "And I was going to help you pack all those new displays 
up," she added. "
     "It's already done, hon!" I reassured her. "Our New 
Veee...hickle awaits in yonder corral," and I pointed at the 
parking lot.
     "What... this?" came her exclamation, followed by a sigh. 
"John why do we need... it's... decadent!"
     She was the Honda Civic type. I showed her the storage for 
the new display units, but still she thought the palatial 
comfort unnecessary and gas-guzzling, and fretted at me.
     "Look, Rose, you're still edgy," I said, "we can talk it out 
inside,"
     "Oh, sure," she sighed. "Just to get out of these shoes! I 
overdressed today."
     "I know just the thing," I murmured, and once inside, I sat 
her down in the armchair, knelt and removed her shoes. Her 
feet were hot, and she edged them away.
     "They stink, I just want to have a... a... I want to... mmmm. 
Mmmm."
     I had reached up and tapped her lightly in her signal spot. 
"That's right, Rose, that feels better doesn't it? Just relax 
those legs completely, the heavy arms, feels so good to relax, 
and when my hands reach your eyes they will close for just a 
few moments...Deeper, Rose.  And deeper, Rose; we can talk 
before you sleep."
     Her figure was now sprawled out incongruously for its 
business attire, her hand lay heavily in mine as I tested for 
relaxation. Her hips had slid forward, hiking the trim navy 
skirt up to nearly mid-thigh on one leg. Her head dropped 
forward and sideways, and now her chin was nearly resting on 
her right breast.
     I renewed my foot massage, kneeling at her feet, and now I 
held both her feet and scissored them wide apart, her legs 
weighing heavily in my hands as my movement slid her rumpled 
skirt right up onto her hips. Her pantyhose were now 
completely exposed to me as I lowered her feet to the floor; I 
could see a slight yellowing in the crotch from a typical day's 
wear, and a fairly heavy, sweaty odor. The shadowy bulge of 
her amazing majora looked almost like a boy's penis under the 
thick cotton!
     "I'm pulling you straight down now, Rose," I crooned to her 
sleeping form. "You love being hypnotized and completely 
seduced, don't you." Her head twitched a bit. "You can't get 
enough of that feeling that, no matter how you resist, your 
master can make you do, and say, and feel anything he wishes. 
Say 'Yes, Master.'"
     "Mmm... yess, master," came the answer instantly, and a 
tongue tip emerged to brush the pale pink lips.
     "For instance right now, you know your underwear is a little 
soiled and a bit smelly, Rose," I said, "and you'd never want 
anyone to see you this way, in fact you'd try hard to keep 
anyone from looking, I know."
     I saw a furrow appear between her tightly-closed lids, and 
her hands move towards her skirt. Her knees twitched, but my 
hands rested on them, feeling the weak muscular effort she 
was making.
     "But how delicious you feel as I exert my hypnotic 
domination over you again, Rosie!" I said, more firmly. "...as you 
find you want me to cause you, not only to keep your legs 
spread apart, but now for you to feel your knees lifting up, for 
you to hold them up against your chest so my gaze can examine 
every part of your panties now.  NOW! Hold the knees way up 
and show your master everything!"
     "Oohh, noo, please, please..." came the tiny whimper, but up 
came those plump knees, to be clasped by her grasping hands, 
as if she were her own gynecologist! Now her entire buttocks 
lay exposed, and I knew that, whether deeply entranced, or just 
"believing" that she was, it made no difference to my darling 
slave!
     "Feellls soooo gooood to show me your panties... feels so 
good and warm to obeyyyy..."
     "Ohhh, yessss," came her muffled response, muffled as her 
arms and bosom now nearly hid her face entirely.
     "Beg me to look at your hot panties, Rosie."
     "Please..." came the little voice, "please look at my hot 
panties!" Her knees rolled a bit from side to side. The yellowed 
area now showed a translucency in one spot, a telltale 
glistening of her lubricant. I urged her a little more, watching 
the imperceptible expansion of the glistening area. 
     "But that's not enough now, Rosie," I said very firmly. "I 
want you to kneel right now on your bed and hold those smelly 
panties tight, tight, tight up against yourself... go on, kneel and 
push that skirt up out of the way, and push that hot bottom 
way up in the air for everyone to see! Good, good! Look at 
Rosie's smelly stinky panties everyone!"
     And while watching curvaceous rear end weave back and 
forth, I pushed an index finger right into the rearmost portion 
of her puffed-out flesh (now so prominent, with her damp 
cotton undies pulled right in by her tugging motions).
     "Are you ashamed, Rosie?"
     "Yes, yes, please let me down, please, please..."
     "No, you're not ashamed, Rose," I said, moving my hands all 
over her buttocks now, "because you know I'm in love with all 
your flesh, clean, dirty, skinny, fat, perfumed or smelly, I love 
alll your hot, hot flesh, my darling, and I must control you!"
     "Control me..."
     "That's perfect, Rosie, now feel this and listen carefully as 
you go down so deep into my power now..." I thrust my questing 
finger directly into her anus, pushing at least  half an inch of 
panties in with it. A quivering stillness froze her.
     "Tomorrow you won't remember any of this, but your deep 
self does want so badly to be put in my control one last time. 
You will feel that for some reason your mind is very open to 
suggestion. Let it steal slowly across your mind tomorrow, 
Rosie; the feeling that you'd perhaps just like to try being put 
into trance, and your waking self will find it's the slowest, 
most seductive feeling, that you can enjoy fighting against, 
fighting and always losing, always giving in more and more, 
more and more..."
     I withdrew my anal probing slowly, leaving the panties 
dimpled right up into her pouty little sphincter.
     "...realizing that as much as you consciously wish to resist, 
that you feel naughty, that your struggles are only making your 
surrender more and more delicious, that your body will carry 
out the most WAN-ton, LUST-ful, FLAG-rant commands..." 
pushing into her crack again with each emphasis, "...no matter 
what your waking mind thinks. This is important, Rosie, I want 
you to feel gradual and complete LOSS. OF. Con-TROL."
     "Y-yess..." came her response, but with the slightest 
hesitation. 
     "So listen very carefully now. " I let my inserted finger 
guide her ass around in small slow circles. "Tonight and 
tomorrow on the drive home you will hear *whispers,*Rosie. 
You will sense these *whispers* as if they were your own 
thoughts. You will not be aware of my voice or face as you 
think the *whispers.* You'll hear the *whispers* exactly as if 
you were thinking and feeling them yourself, all private and 
your own. During our trip home any *whisper* I utter will be 
your own private thought, your own private desire."
     I had her repeat these commands.
     "Yes. The whispers are my own thoughts."
     Time for a test. "Twinkle twinkle... *My nose itches, I have 
to sneeze*... little star. What did I just tell you, Rosie?"
     "Twinkle, twinkle lit-little s-staaAAAGCHH! aAAGHNCHH!"
     Her anus clamped over my intruding finger, then released 
with a noisy fart! as she sneezed once, twice, again, and again! 
I had to be more careful with these deep commands! Quickly I 
breathed "*The itch is gone, whew! that's all better now*" 
between sneezes, and after another one, her heaving form 
rested more quietly again.
     "What is the last thing you heard me say?"
     "Twinkle twinkle little star."
     "Correct. Now turn over, tell me you will obey your master, 
and then you may prepare for bed, and forget all my commands 
completely until tomorrow."
     "I will obey my Master," she said, rolling over and standing. 
I did not officially "wake" her, but tried another test:
     "Well, you'd better get some sleep. **It will feel good to 
pee, I really have to tinkle bad, John won't mind watching, it's 
leaking out!** You've had a long day of it, and now I'm gonna 
pack all the big stuff up tonight."
     She looked at me, slightly dazed, saying, "I feel better 
again! Thanks for rescuing me!" She was shifting around and 
fidgeting now, then said "Excuse me," stumbling a bit toward 
the bathroom, yanking down her very damp hose, the hissing 
sound of her bladder, then: "ahhhhh..."
     I moved toward the open bathroom door, and her only sign of 
awareness of this invasion of privacy was to tuck her knees 
closed a bit! **I'd really like to kiss him, he's so sweet to pack 
for us and I'm sooo sleepy!** I whispered, adding in regular 
voice: "I better go... How about a smooch?"
     She looked up at me with humid eyes. I bent over her face, 
our lips met, and she let her mouth soften a bit more, kissed 
gently once, once more, pressed my lips again and then pulled 
away. "I guess... good night, John."
     On the road againnnn-n-n... That we were, bright and early, 
driving right into the southeast, our sun visors lowered, our 
shades on, the van's a.c. already kicking in (according to the El-
Luxuro All-Digital Dashboard) with a steaming thermos tucked 
into the console. I'd never driven in one of these Dufus-
mobiles, and I felt like a kid on Christmas.
     Rose at the controls watched sidelong as I left my seat, and 
wandered around, pulling the cup-holders out, pushing them 
back, fiddling with the rear stereo, re-packing stuff to leave 
more passenger room, and just generally behaving like a 
twelve-year-old.
     About an hour into the journey I got it all out of my system, 
and sank back in my passenger-side "Barca-Lounger." Rose soon 
mentioned how easy it was for her to drive now, and thought I 
should explain in more detail how I had done it.
     I told her again about my "friend" who had in effect 
hypnotized me to help me stay more alert at the wheel, 
"Although," I added, "you were much more responsive... it only 
took me a couple minutes to put you under."
     "I don't... I don't really remember," she answered. "I don't 
even remember you mentioning hypnotism before I just... well, 
I don't know, and then I was driving with no more problems. I 
didn't know you were the Mad Scientist type!"
     This conversation went on for another half hour or so, with 
me revealing to her a little of my "obsession" with 
mesmerism, without going into painful childhood details; and 
that I had studied it as much as any amateur could.
     Then we stopped to stretch at a little shelter off the 
interstate. After the potty-break, Rose kept the conversation 
steered towards her own fascination with the trance process 
as we wandered across the already-hot asphalt, and peered at 
the inhospitable desert from the shade of a picnic shed.
     "Maybe we can try it again sometime," she said, looking far 
off toward the eye-searing landscape. "It's not really like that 
Dracula business, where women are always... you know..."
     "Yep, there's a stereotype there," I offered, "women are 
portrayed as helpless, powerless victims..." and I hooked my 
fingers and gave her the "stare," intoning in pseudo-Carpathian: 
"You arrre completely in my powerrrr, my beauty!"
     She was "hooked," and I quickly whispered **It's funny, but 
I really respond to him... I want more**
     I was the one who broke eye contact, as she chuckled then, 
but said, "It's... it's sick, or something, it's demeaning!"
     "Well," I responded, "it would be sick, if it were true, but 
the fact is that I have no "hypno-rays" pouring out of my eyes 
into yours, do I? Hmmm?"
     "N-noo... but..."
     **But I wish he did...** I interjected. Then aloud: "Not 
unless the subject wants to believe there are rays. Unless the 
subject finds it appeals to her."
     "But why?" came her soft voice as she stared out across the 
scrub brush and cacti.
     "Well, I'm no expert, but it seems to me for a couple of 
reasons. One." I snapped my fingers and she started a little, 
without turning round. "That you want to accomplish something 
you don't feel you could do all by yourself. Two. That 
somewhere inside you someone, maybe a little girl, is 
remembering the security of being obedient and cooperative, 
and that it made you feel good. Not all the time, maybe seldom, 
but we are social animals, and I think there's a spectrum, from 
tyranny, to leadership, to, umm, cooperation, and then through, 
ummm, unquestioning obedience, and I guess slavery would be 
at the far end."
     We moved back to the van, and settled in for a three-hour 
stint until our projected lunch stop. Before starting though, 
Rose said again, "I never pictured myself as a - a you know, a 
submissive person."
     "Submissive gives the wrong connotation," I answered, "like 
it's a weakness, but really it's a strength of imagination and 
responsiveness that make an ideal subject. And it's fun, if both 
parties know what they're doing," I added.
     "Like how?"
     "Like, well, you know that naughty swimsuit you never let 
me see?"
     She giggled. "I don't know that I'll ever wear that thing," she 
said. "I'm no exhibitionist."
     "But you bought it. What if I poured out my Magic-eye rays 
and commanded you... let's see..."  I did my Burning Stare and 
Waggly Finger thing again, chanting: "'Ven ve reach the lunch 
area you vill vant to vear the suit, and you vill vear the suit 
during the lunch, and you vill feel wery wery goot about 
vearing the suit!' Would you?"
     "Would I what, wear the suit? Today? at lunchtime, in 
public?" She laughed and punched me in the arm. "Dream on, 
Bela!"
     "Can't blame me for tryink," I said mournfully, and we 
started off again.
     After another half-hour or so, I began with my first 
whisper...
     **Did he hypnotize me back there? I'm thinking about that 
suit! It's a sexy suit, I wonder if I'll wear it... I wonder if it 

turns him on to hypnotize me?**
     "You may recall I did all the packing late last night. I'm 
going to have a nap, OK?"
     "Sure, I feel goot for the drivink!" Rose responded, waggling 
her own fingers at me! "You are getting wery wery drowsyyy..."
     I reclined my chair, and, over the next hour snoozed lightly 
as she continued "drivink." I came up to awareness at some 
point, and without changing my posture, let my arm slide off 
the armrest sideways. After a minute or two, I worked on her 
some more:
     **He's cute when he's asleep,** I whispered, **I wonder if 
he hypnotizes himself?**
     Soon her soft fingers grasped my wrist, and lifted my arm 
back onto my seat. I didn't stir (except for my you-know-what!) 
and her hand lingered as it had on that first day, resting atop 
my own.
     Quickly my engorgement reached visible proportions, and I 
had to be careful not to change breathing or posture in the 
slightest! Her hand stroked my wrist again... she had to see 
that bulge, didn't she? I had no way of knowing for sure, but I 
would!
     **Nothing wrong with a little fantasy... I can drive OK and 
think about that lump now and again... it's big! I wonder what 
he's dreaming... it's so cute, he'd hide it if he were awake.**
     I heard a little giggle from the driver's seat! I couldn't 
sleep any more, but was condemned by my own pretense to sit 
there and pulsate, for at least another forty years! as I 
continued my subliminal seduction.
     **It looks so big... what would it feel like if I...** I left 
that one open-ended.
     Finally I felt her braking the van. I "woke" and shifted 
uncomfortably in my seat, which she seemingly ignored.
     "This is the place, isn't it?" she inquired, and sure enough, 
she had found that shady oasis, considerately constructed by 
the state highway folks... and we were alone there. There were 
tables under a stone and log shelter, surrounded by cottonwood 
trees; the scene was idyllic in the midst of the stark 
landscape.
     Our bath towels were spread out like tablecloths, and 
coolers unpacked, and we were munching good stuff and sipping 
the last of our coffee in the hot dry air.
     Rose's preconditioning was still at work on her, and as we 
sipped she asked me if I'd hypnotized myself in the car.
     "I guess I did, just to get a nice deep sleep... remember, I 
was up late packing!" I said lightly.
     "Mm-hmm, but, do you dream?"
     I thought I know what she was getting at, and I gave her a 
long, quietly intense look. "More than we better talk about," I 
said, and she looked away.
     In a moment, though, I heard her say "I've had dreams this 
weekend too." I let it pass, and she soon lightened up. "If you 
get us packed, I'll treat you to dessert."
     She sauntered back to the van, while I shook out towels and 
wiped off the plasticware. Then, around the back of the van 
came a sight to behold. She was sporting a giant straw hat 
she'd bought, sandals... and that curvaceous form was barely 
encased in the bright green thong bathing suit!
     I goggled at her obligingly as she stepped over to the table, 
holding a paper plate of fruit from the cooler. She was 
embarrassed a bit, I could see, so I kept it light.
     "Comfy?"
     She gave me an arched look in return, then tried her 
Svengali approach again, waggling her fingers (and those 
marvelous tits!) at me under her straw brim. "Vy don't you 
wear one und zee for yourzelf?" she hammed. "You are geddink 
zleepy... zleeepy... und you vill be a bathink beauty... yesss, a 
bathink beauty... eeee!"
     I was suddenly the slave, obediently standing and reaching... 
reaching for the ties of her G-string!
     "Yess, Masterrr, I am a bathing beautyyy..." I said, as she 
bounced away from my fingers, giggling. I stripped off my 
sport shirt and began "sleepwalking" round the picnic table 
after her. "I must pose for the contessttt..."
     I stopped after a lap or two, and began posing, hipshot and 
Cosmo-esque, to her outright laughter.
     "Brink to me the fruit, slave!" she giggled,  "feed meeee... 
fee-e-e-ek!" I was now pelting grapes at her across the table. 
She returned fire, and it got out of hand... CONK! she 
"accidentally" beaned me with a Granny Smith! I reeled and 
theatrically sank to my knees, instantly she was at my side, 
still giggling but concerned. I was treated to a comforting (!) 
embrace, my head cradled in apologetic hands, her soft bosom 
perfuming the air just above.
     "You wore the suit, I hope you're aware," I now pointed out.
     "Yeah, but I did it because I wanted to," Rose said, then she 
pushed me away. "You cad, sir! Your injuries were a sham!"
     "Be honest now, you weren't going to do it untilll..."
     "Well, only 'cause there wasn't anyone else here," she 
finally allowed.
     "You can learn a lot about this, Rose," I said, "from 
observing the difference in what you THINK and what you 
actually DO."
     "You're not saying you MADE me wear the suit!" I didn't 
answer, but finished packing. "I don't buy it!"
     "You wore the suit," was all I would answer. After a short 
pause:
     "Can you do it anytime?" she asked.
     "What?" I returned.
     "Hypnotize me?" There, it was out!
     "You mean now?" She nodded. "Sure I could, you're obviously 
eager to experience a trance, I'd say you were more than 
halfway there already."
     "Halfway... you mean... but I don't feel sleepy!" But her eyes 
were now peering up at me from under her haystack. "Show 
me."
     "We have to be going back. Can I take a rain check? It's an 
empathy thing, I don't want to get sleepy if I'm driving!"
     "All right," she acquiesced, "that's the first sensible thing 
you've done all lunch! I'll go change."
     My hiss subtly changed those plans!
     **No, I'll just put on some things over it... I'm sure he's a 
gentleman and it feels so good...**
     Repacking over, I waited for her return. Now it was her turn 
to fiddle with controls, plug in a cassette, recline her chair, 
pull out a book, fidget, fuss and squirm.
     "What's up?" I asked.
     "I don't know why I decided to keep this on... I can't sunbathe 
in a car!"
     "What? The suit?" I said, adding subliminally: **I'm going 
to ask him more about hypnotism, it's sort of a turn on...If I 
took off these shorts it would feel really better...**
     "You can at least talk about it, or maybe you wouldn't even 
want to do that?"
     "What... the suit?" I joked, "I'd talk about that all day!"
     "No, about hypnotizing me... please?" She laid a hand on my 
arm, and shook it lightly. Bulllgggge!
     I "gave in."
     "You responded very well to my voice the other day," I said, 
interjecting more whispers now and again.  **His voice is 
thrilling, sort of deep.** "...so I bet you can do yourself if you 
want to try."
     "Yes, teach me!" she demanded gently. "Do I need a pendulum 
or something?"
     "No, but I found you to be very visually imaginative, and I'd 
rather you not be watching the road again," I pointed out with a 
chuckle, "so you can reverse your chair, and I'll give you some 
ideas."
     Soon she was partially reclined, head near the dashboard, 
feet cocked up on the middle seat. I fed her another notion: **I 
could look at that chest all day, it's sexy!**
     "All right, relax your body now, and look... look at, ahhh..."
     "I'll count your chest hairs until I fall asleep!" she quipped, 
"you have enough of them!"
     "No, forget about me, about everything while you relax," I 
said. **I can't forget that voice! Why do I feel so thrilled? But 
I'll relax and hypnotize myself in a minute.**
     She nodded, and I instructed her to stare hard at a bit of 
chrome in the rear of the van. "Now begin telling yourself how 
relaxed you feel, over and over, but don't drop your eyes, when 
you are really relaxed tell me without looking away."
     **Maybe it would work better if I talked out loud...** I 
suggested, and in a moment I heard her.
     "...Relax, just relax now... how's this?"
     "I don't know," I joked quietly... how do YOU feel?"
     "Relaxed!" and she giggled a bit. "My armmms and leggs are 
sooo heavvyyy..."
     **It does work, they do feel heavy...oh yes, remember to 
stare really hard!** I inserted. Her face stayed straight ahead 
now, and her eyes widened, at first in an exaggerated fashion, 
but soon just wide, wide open. 
     "Yes, I feel so heavyyy nowww, remember to stare at the 
spot, let my whollle body become heavy and relaxxxed, ahhh... 
yes, I'm relaxed already..."
     **My vision fuzzy... can't help thinking about John, thinking 
that John is hypnotizing me, it's easier if I imagine his 
voice...**
     "Everything's relaxing, very very relaxed," came her more 
detached murmur from the passenger seat, "My eyes are fixed 
on the light, it's getting harder to keep staring... I can't believe 
how fast it works, John! I feel a little floatinggg..."
     **I can go into a trance** I whispered, **letting myself 
dream a little about John's voice... John's hands... imagine them 
stroking me, breathing would deepen, eyes feel strained...**
     "Heavy arms, heavy legsss, my eyes are tired, so very tired, 
they are heavy and I can't keep them open much longer, ahhhh, I 
feelll myself beginning to driffft... I'm driftinnng, ahhhh.... 
ahhhh.... ahhh..."

The Highway Hypnotist -Chapter 6, Part B


     Her breaths sounded like sighs now. Her face was 
an erotic study! As her lips barely moved with her 
murmurs, her eyelids were flushed dark, and they looked as 
fluttery as if she'd been given an anesthetic; her pupils 
roved searchingly between flurries of blinking, as her 
brows arched and strained upwards to try to hold them 
open.
     Full voice now, I told her: "The trance has 
begun. You're entering trance already, and you should 
continue to talk out loud, it will help deepen you. Finish 
your eyes now and let your awareness drift..."
     "...So heavy, I can't hold... cannn't hollld... 
heavierr, drooping down, down, closinggg... ahh"
     **Feels good to close, feels like John's stroking 
them closed...**
     "Oh, I'm so heavyyy.. so heavyy... I feel your 
fingers stroking my eyelids, heavier, making me feel so 
drowsyyy..."
     My own fingers were themselves stroking... 
stroking a thick staff of heavy flesh, nosing its spongy 
pink snout up into the open, teased and nurtured by my 
caresses.
     **I love stroking feelings, it's drowsy and sexy, 
drowsy and sexy... I can give up to the feelings... 
everything is so good...**
     Aloud I murmured quietly: "Head is heavy..."
     She responded. "Feel the hand stroking my armmm... so good, 
making my arm soo heavy, making my arms go to sleep, 
and... and... ahhh my head is sinking down into deep 
sleep, deeper and... annnn..."
     Her head now began a series of small jerks, as 
from one falling unknowingly asleep in public. Lower and 
lower her beautiful, blank face sank with each increment 
of her surrender! Faster and faster my encircling hand 
grabbed and pulled at the smooth, hot dry flesh in 
response!
     Too fast! I yanked my hand away, annoyed at 
myself. "Fool! I can jerk off like a bozo anytime!" I 
thought. "Save it for Rose!" I flicked my member sharply 
with a fingertip, and the naughty fellow saw reason, at 
least for a moment! I whispered:
     **I must be ready to surrender, yes, the feeling 
of lovely surrender is getting stronger, John loves it 
when I talk about surrendering my body to hypnosis...**
     "Rose," I said in a deep voice, and her head now 
just flopped all the way down onto her bosom. "Rose, your 
voice will tell you what you must do... what you are 
feeling deep within you now..."
     "Yes... I am giving in more and more to hypnosis, 
more.. and more... every word I say puts me so deep into 
hypnosis, it feels like you're stroking me... you're 
making me want to go into hypnosis so much... feels like 
your voice controls me and I want to feel controlled and I 
want to go way downnn deep into h-hyp... into hyppp... 
down... dowwww..."
     Another whisper. **Surrender to John is arousing 
me. I may just have to give in to my urges, soon I won't 
be able to resist them...**
     "Now you may tell yourself whatever you honestly 
feel, Rose," I urged. I didn't know how to hold myself 
back much longer, the hot blood had engorged me again to 
replete fullness, and the ache in my testicles was already 
strong!
     "I feelll... I can't believe how goood I feel, as 
if you were stroking me... all my arms and legs and 
shoulders and eyes feel stroked and soothed... 
sooooothing..." Her lips pursed to enunciate "sooothing," 
and out from my cockhead dribbled a first of what was to 
be several driblets, I kept my hands on the wheel, and 
glanced down to watch the pale lubricant burbling up and 
trickling down the dark rosy helmet.
     **I want to sleep in the nude now.** I hissed.
     "Johnnnyyy..." came her low croon, "Johnnnyyy..."
     "Yes Rosie..." I hummed in return.
     "I'm so sleepy that I want to take off all these 
things, all these things and just... I don't know, just 
float and be deeply relaxed... would it be all right?"
     I now challenged her trance.  "My eyes would see 
your body, dear, because I love to look at it, Rose; 
anything YOU want is all right, you're the one deep in a 
hypnotic state now."
     "Yesss... allll my things..." Her hands stirred 
and dreamily began undoing her blouse, letting her breasts 
push out as the lapels fell back, began pushing the shorts 
down over the creamy flesh. "Umm... hard to move, feel so 
heavy..."
     I reached over and slid her shorts down to her 
feet, and she daintily lifted one foot, then the other, 
free of the encumbrance.
     I had to stop the van, the strip show had left me 
unable to concentrate on the road! I'd seen an exit sign; 
I had to "hold out" four more miles though!
     **I'm starting to feel naughty, little by 
little,** I implanted, **I can pretend he does have those 
rays in his eyes, and then I can pretend I'm just in his 
power... and then I can do or say whatever I want!**
     "Ohh, Johnnn..." she breathed, "it's sooo 
niice... I never thought hypnotism could feeell so nice... 
can I stay asleep forever?"
     Her legs again were stretched beyond my vision, 
but not her bosom! the luscious hillocks slid about under 
their sling as she stretched her upper torso and rotated 
her shoulders.
     **I can smell him... it's like a heavy perfume, I 
can tease him, if he likes that... I want to play 
helpless, it's getting me excited...**
     She smiled like a contented cat.
     **I'll even tell him some little secrets, yes, 
he'll love to hear about all my deep secret sexy things, I 
want more and more to arouse him...**
     "Can I open my eyes now?" came the little girl-
voice that shot straight down my spine and up through my 
fleshy column.
     "Only when you're so very deeply hypnotized that 
you don't even think you are hypnotized," I now 
improvised. "Only when you have made yourself completely 
aware of your state."
     "Oh..." she sighed, "I could go deeper if you 
looked at me with your eyes, Johnny..."
     "All right, Rose," I breathed, speaking quietly 
now because I'd reached that point where every event 
seemed somehow connected to my balls... at last! here came 
the intersection, thank God! "I'm sure that you want to 
experience the powerful rays pouring out of my eyes, to 
put you deeper."
     "Y-yess!" she breathed, "oh, yes, I know you're 
looking all over my body, and I like it, Johnny, I can't 
even stop liking it anymore, it's getting me a little 
excited, is that all right?" Her torso was grinding now, 
all her parts seemed to be gently in continuous motion...
     "When you feel the car stop, Rose, then it'll be 
safe for me to look at you. Completely." I saw her bosoms 
catch in their seductive orbit, then resume. "Then you can 
hypnotize yourself even deeper using my eyes. All 
right..." I husked, "I'm going to park off the road a bit, 
we're all alone, and no one can see us."
     As I parked in the shade of the interstate 
overpass, I HOPED we would be left alone! There wasn't 
much traffic. I left the engine and the AC running, and 
finally put it in PARK.
     Before I told her to open her eyes I gave her 
what I hoped would be her final "cues"... 
     **I want badly to be hypnotically seduced. I know 
that John wants badly to seduce me. I must have it, and I 
feel daring now that I need it so much, I think I would do 
anything he suggests.**
     And now I tracked my own chair back as far as it 
would slide, so we were more face-to-face, angled inwards 
towards the other, and said, "When you are ready, your 
eyes can open, but if they remain a little heavy, a little 
humid and moist it's very erotic for me."
     "I know you feel erotic Johnny, I feel so free 
now, may I open my heavy heavy eyelids just a bit?" asked 
the little girl.
     "I will allow them to open," I granted, and 
watched her lids flutter and blink their way to about 
half-mast.
     I heard her reassure herself almost in a whisper: 
"Gently... gently open just a bit, be careful to stay 
asleep, I can do it, I can stay asleep while my eyes... 
opennn... yesss... I can see you now, I'd better just look 
only at you... only at..."
     Her breath caught again as her dreamy gaze caught 
sight of a length of paper towelling which I had just 
draped over the flaming totem jutting upwards from my lap. 
I saw her slide her eyes carefully up and away from the 
obvious, and when they met mine I was careful at first to 
keep my own gaze almost averted.
     "I will allow you to decide what should happen, 
Rose," I said. "From looking at you though, you are 
certainly profoundly hypnotized right now. And you look so 
lovely, rose! so aroused that I might bring you to a crest 
just by examining you with my eyes."
     "Ohhh, I'd like that now... I think I'm all ready 
for your eyes... I feel so... I want to TRY things... 
please, Johnny, it's all so new! I'm ready for you to 
look.."
     Indeed, I thought I could feel the heat radiating 
across the compartment from her flesh, and my nostrils 
were screaming "LUST! Attention, male, LUST alert!"
     **I've decided to give up completely now, I can't 
help it ,** I whispered, adding aloud:
     "Now, Rose, I want to tell you what you will 
experience. Are you listening carefully?"
     "Yes.... yes... I'm ready, truly I am!"
     "I must tell you that you're now very susceptible 
to the power in my gaze. Your eyes will at first feel 
locked onto mine, then it will be as if your whole mind 
and body were floating quickly up, all weightless and 
helpless, just pulled right into them and you might feel a 
wonderful dizziness, and while you experience this 
surrender, nothing will exist but eyes. Nothing will 
exist, and then when you hear a voice say loudly 'I am 
completely open to you my master,' you will return to your 
body and we will begin satisfying your needs. DO YOU 
UNDERSTAND?" I said forcefully.
     Her breathing quickened, her tits jiggling in 
their bright green halter. "Yes... do it... do it..."
     Then I raised my face, opened my eyes and took 
her.
     "Ohh..ohhwohhhwohhh..." came wrenching from her 
as her eyelids shot up wide as a terrified baby doe's, and 
I moved forward and up out of my seat and brought my face 
smoothly right up close to hers, and all her wriggling and 
fidgeting stopped as her arms dangled down at her sides, 
splayed open and listless, but her panting sounded like 
the last stages of a Lamaze exercise, out of which I soon 
heard her trying to speak.
     "I-I-I-I am completely open to you my master!" 
she burst out, almost in a shout, between her clenched 
teeth.
     I held her chin. "Relax, you are floating in 
hypnotic space, your voice is deep and heavy and 
completely obedient, repeat your phrase." Her jaw 
loosening, she repeated it.
     **I want to make him lust for me, I'll tempt him, 
I'll stretch and display, I feel so open and ready 
now...** I whispered.
     I sat back. "And here we are back, now, Rosie," I 
said commandingly. "We're back from space again, just we 
two. Your arms are splayed out from your sides, your legs 
have begun a faint trembling, your flesh is full and hot 
in your tight confinement, and I am trembling myself as I 
begin to survey your hot tight flesh, tell me where my 
eyes are stroking you, tell me about your sensitive, 
responsive flesh."
     "Oh... oh... my eyes... looking into my eyes... I 
feel hot..." I broke our gazes now and made theatrically 
sure my new direction was clear. "My shoulder... feels 
like sunbathing, hot and tingly mmmm... I want to stretch 
for your eyes, under my arms, ooo like a warm breeze I get 
very stimulated there..." Her hands were lifted sensuously 
up behind her head now, like a 1940s pin-up.
     "Yes I see your muscles flex and stretch, yet 
your warm flesh is so beautifully curved and folds so 
prettily, feel my gaze right in the folding of your arm." 
I was trying to respond to her erogenous cues.
     The Eye moved on. "You'll be able to speak to 
your lovers from this moment forward about your likes and 
your wants, shall I look just behind and under your ear, 
at the smooth, strong neck, and the tiny tiny hairs lying 
so soft right under your ear?"
     "Mmm-hmmm, but look under my arms just another 
minute, please?"
     "Oh yes, I see the lovely short fur there, are 
they sensitive?"
     "I feel all on fire, John, I can tell you now, 
can't I? I'm feeling very, VERY good, Johnny, please brush 
your lips under my muscle, please?"
     Of course I obliged, it was like leaning into a 
narcissistic Centerfold girl, she was stretching her neck, 
twisting sideways observing her armpit as my cheek and lip 
began to graze up and down. I was so close to her breasts 
again, and her soft hills were now so temptingly near! and 
I saw the wantonness of the nipples echoing my own 
outcropping .
     "I'm breathing in your second most intimate scent 
now," I sang into her receptive ear, "the scent as sweet 
as heather but with your own salty tang..." and I tongued 
the moist, salty underfur lightly, looking down along her 
sides to observe her quiver. "And now my eyes are drawn... 
drawn to..."
     "Yes, look at my chest, I can't wait, please 
look, look, oh oh I feel it, I feel it, I feel it they're 
aching Johnny you can look, please, look h-h-hard right... 
mmm!"
     "I want to see you now, Rosie, keep your hands 
behind your head, you know how arousing you are to a man, 
it makes you aroused too. Say whatever you want, it's like 
poetry, my darling Rosie, ask to show me, to show me 
your..."
     The tits lifted toward my eyes, then, with each 
huffed exhalation, they jiggled back downward as my hands 
brushed up and down into and over her armpits. "You can 
look at my titties now, pleasssse..."
     She was crooning or mewing gently, watching my 
ardent gaze lighting first on one breast, then the other. 
Her lips were parted so sweetly, looking bee-stung, her 
eyes drooping with erotic heaviness as she rotated her 
shoulders luxuriously into my caresses.
     I was receiving "Final Warning Notices" in red 
from my groin, but I'd never, EVER experienced anything 
like what was happening to me now!
     "Keep your hands behind your head and push out 
those hot titties towards me, Rosie, I love your titties, 
and your... unh... your deep sensitive nipples, you're 
teasing me, but when your titties feel my... unnh... my 
gaze you'll... Oh God, Rose, I'm looking right up into 
your nipples now, unhh... oh talk to me darling, you're 
making me... making me..."
     I had untied her thongs, releasing her soft 
mammaries to bounce freely, but they did not! Her arm 
position and her own hot blood had stiffened their flesh 
somewhat, the blue-veined traceries seemed very pronounced 
against the mottled redness of her blushes, and those 
nipples! If I die, I want always to remember those 
nipples, and their surrounds, gnarly and puckered as an 
old man's fist, deep purple, poking far up from her blush-
cream flesh, anxiously questing toward my open-mouthed 
wonder-filled gaze.
     "Look h-hard at them!" she said, in a high 
monotone, "I think I'm... I think I'mm going... I'mm 
goingggto, oh please no, oh please no, ohnnn please 
nooo..."
     Her abdomen stiffened, her nostrils flared, her 
neck tendons stood out, but in my imagination her nipples 
were vibrating, they were stiffening further, they were 
sending out thin jets of... thin jets of scalding... 
jetssss...
     My loins ached as I spewed out my seed over my 
shorts, underwear, upholstery; my knee felt  a few 
droplets as I braced my palms against her ribs, feasting 
my watering eyes on her glory, now tearing my glance away 
to stare as ardently into her half-closed eyes as I could, 
to husk out: 
     **He's commanding me to let go. I'm having an 
orgasm now. I'm trembling and coming. I love it.**
     How her eyes snapped open, then closed tightly! 
How her nipples bored into my palm as she pressed her 
titties up into my caress! How the breath caught and 
whistled through her up-tilted nostrils as my lips now 
possessed her sweet mouth, my tongue gaining instant 
admittance to stab and swirl round her own! How she moaned 
as my palm swept over and over the marble-hard 
protrusions, flicking them, rubbing against them, sliding 
down her taut stomach, soft and curvy no more but hard 
with her crisis, how it fluttered and clenched as she 
moaned "comingcomingcoming" into my tender mouth!
     "Go with it all the way, darling," I crooned once 
finding my breath again, my cock softening an dipping into 
a slimy puddle of its own making against my thigh. I 
pulled her unresisting hands down to hold against her 
belly... "Come as much as you want... come deeply now."
     "Yes, commme, commme..." she continued, rolling 
her pelvis into my free hand. Her swim thong was now 
completely encased between the florid pink folds, buried 
deeply in her humid crevice, and I simply untied and 
pulled the aromatic wisp of fabric away, and held her hip 
gently, as a trainer would calm a thoroughbred after a 
mighty race. Her knees pressed tightly together, and I 
didn't disturb them as I saw her quiet convulsions 
diminish slowly, and her head cease its flailing.
     "I will possess you again this day, my darling." 
Her abdomen fluttered again, but her eyes remained tightly 
shut. "You want me to share all your secret sexual 
thoughts and desires, and you will babble them helplessly 
to me if I command you. Inhale deeply. Yes. Smell that 
musk. Your nostrils pull in my own scent, darling."
     My hands press hers into her sweat-beaded belly, 
and gently move up once again to cup and treasure her 
adorable bosoms. "The sight of you alone pulled the seed 
straight out of my manhood." I watched her face. "The 
sight of you made my Cock Shoot Off." I felt her tits 
quiver. "My DICK got thick and hard and squirted out just 
from seeing your gorgeous tits!"
     She moaned lightly, and her tits surged up 
against my hands again. "Yes, my little helpless hypnotic 
slave," I tried, "you want to be dominated, you like that 
talk eh? My Thick Cock squirting up your armpits, right 
into your pits, right over your tits, are you going to 
come again while I talk dirty to you? What are you feeling 
now, my little slut? Stretch your arms back behind you and 
waggle those hot tits at me. That's right, waggle those 
hot titties; you're so deeply hypnotized, tell me what you 
feel down here. Tell Me!"
     Her contractions were resuming, more jerkily now, 
as I kneaded those tits and pinched the still-firm nipples 
gently. "I'm hot, I'm HOT!" she hissed back at me, as if 
the words were dragged reluctantly out past her tense 
lips.  "I'm so... I'm..."
     "This dirty talk just Tit...Till...Ates you, 
doesn't it?" I said, firmly. "Your nipples are hard, and 
you feel real... horny... that's right, jiggle harder, 
jiggle your legs too, you're horny right between your 
legs, I control you completely! Later you're going to come 
begging your master to shove his Big Thick Dick right 
between those legs, aren't you? You're going to strut your 
horny butt for your master's eyes, you're going to kneel, 
and push that hot ass right up into my face and beg to 
feel my hot cock, my hot cock slide right up those 
cheeks..."
     She was into another orgasmic series already. I 
moved my face up, sucked and bit her nipples and she cried 
out. Slid up further, shoved my mouth against her sweat-
soaked armpit, licked and tickled her armpit and neck and 
ear, breathed hard into her ear, slickened her neck and 
shoulder with saliva, ran my tongue right up the front of 
her clenched face, over her squinting eyelids, jammed my 
tongue tip between her lips, forced her jaw open and 
mashed her lips flat with mine.
     "Look in my eyes! Tell me now, little slave, 
babble out to me as you come and come to my command!" I 
ordered. "You will beg me to Fuck you. To fuck you in 
right into that..."
     Her eyes opened, and her taut throat released its 
burden with a harsh caw. "Fuck me in my pussy! My pussy! 
I'm coming, it's heaven, I'm coming over and over, oh 
John, oh master, make me comemakemecome..."
     "Deeper than Pussy, slave! You Want Master In 
Your Hot, Deep... Cunt! Say CUNT!"
     She did so, over and over, now crooning, now 
shouting, now gasping as my mouth slid all the way down to 
the above-named apparatus, and savaged all her parts in 
ways more suited to the sluttiest pornography than this 
delicate work of literature!
     *  *  *
     Under an unnamed interstate viaduct, passing 
motorists could see a maroon van conversion parked in the 
shade. Its tinted windows gave no clue as to the interior. 
And what about that interior scene? Had they possessed the 
old X-Ray Glasses at around 2 PM that day, they would have 
observed:
     That the rear portion of the van was packed with 
luggage and strange-looking gear. The two front seats were 
unoccupied. The mid-portion of the roomy van was now a 
bed. Propped up against the rear partition, a man lay 
naked, his legs out in front of him, bent at the knee. 
Against his thighs were pressed two female buttocks, 
belonging to his hypnotized lover. She was facing him, 
reclining a bit, with her own knees bent open draped over 
his. Her sex was pushing up against his own. Closer 
inspection would cause our observer to cream his jeans 
almost immediately!
     My cock, only semi-erect, was shiny with her 
lust-liquid that she was even now spreading from the 
thick, very thick protrusion of her inner and outer labia. 
My dick was nearly enfolded lengthways by those puffy 
slabs of meaty flesh on either side, as one of her hands 
lazily pulled my flesh inwards, tucking it into her slit. 
She occasionally vibrated my spongy cockhead against the 
top of her envelope, as her sleepy voice, to my order, 
talked of her sexuality:
     "... I've gotten so hungry for sex now," she was 
murmuring, "I thought I was faithful to Jerry but now, 
that mmmm, that big thick cock of yours just feel so 
right! MMmm, it's my big thick playtoy, Johnny..." mashing 
me a bit painfully inward against her pubic bone... "I 
don't think I ever want to ummm, to stop, look at me, I'm 
so shameless!"
     Her butt contracted and released, sliding her 
whole pelvis up and down before my eyes.
     We had been "relaxing" after that last awesome 
climax, achieved just by looking at each other, and I had 
been encouraging my subject to be more verbal with Jerome, 
as she had already gotten with me. I had talked about ways 
she could gently introduce some of the things she found so 
exciting, little by little, into her married life... 
costumes, oral sex,  and so on. She told me that they both 
had been very straightforward, with little imagination, 
but plenty of love for each other in their bedroom.
     "That looks wonderful, darling," I encouraged 
her. "Just put your head back, let those luscious titties 
poke out. What about anal sex? Ever done it, or thought 
about it?"
     Lazily, without any hesitation, she simply took 
my question in stride, shaking her head. "No, it's too 
dirty, I think. I don't like that idea, not like THIS..." 
and she gave my rather feeble erection another inward 
"mashing." "Doesn't he want to poke into my hot cunt 
pretty soon? Cunt, cunt, CUNT!" pouting and giving the 
schlong another pelvic jiggle, but she failed to overcome 
the flaccidity brought on from four recent orgasms.
     "Men might feel challenged and overwhelmed with 
that kind of talk, Rose," I pointed out to her. "I know I 
would if Cecily "dared me to get hard... you have to 
accommodate our needs, just as we should find out what YOU 
want. With your imagination and ability to enjoy many 
different things, Jerry can let you get as many highs as 
you want, before he takes that 'plunge.' I got off just 
watching your bosom jiggle!"
     This was a down-slide in erotic tension... I 
could hypnotically induce more crises in Rose, but not 
myself! She'd come... who could count the little flares 
and quakes in today's trip alone?
     I told her to fall asleep, and her butt sagged 
downward heavily over my lap, and her arms fell away to 
her side. Soon the deep breathing was whistling through 
her nostrils, even a light snore puttering sweetly into my 
ears. I disengaged, dressed, and continued the drive. 
After an hour I had her take over for most of the rest of 
the day though, and my nude chauffeuse squired us back 
into humid grungy civilization before I awoke in the early 
evening.
     She dressed, and we had a last dinner. Not much 
conversation, we both felt exhausted and subdued. Her 
adventure was coming to a close, and I... I couldn't grant 
myself the absolution of amnesia as I was to do for her!
     As we reentered the van for the last two-hour 
drive, the aromas of heavy sex lay within like a fog, and 
she held my arm tightly after we squared our possessions 
and gear away.
     Her arms snaked around my neck, her face tilted 
up to mine, and a deep kiss pulled my breath from my lungs 
to hers.
     "You're gonna do it, aren't you?" Meaning the 
amnesia. How much HAD my plump, pert companion remembered 
of the past four days? I would have bet a lot that I had 
had her "under my power" completely, but... even as I 
began a rapid induction sequence, I thought I caught a 
glint in her dark brown eye, a glint that I hadn't 
expected to see! Then the orbs were shuttered by her 
eyelids, and I "played fair" by doing my level best to 
erase all memories of sex from her waking mind.
     I had to test her, and stiffened her left arm out 
from her shoulder. It remained reassuringly steady in 
stiffness and elevation for twenty miles or so, I was sure 
she wasn't in the kind of shape that would make that 
catalepsy possible through will alone...
     I roused her, with no suggestions of further 
trances or such, and we chatted until her subdivision came 
in view. I backed up her driveway, Jerome appeared beaming 
and chuckling to see his beloved. His treasure, that MIGHT 
soon surprise him even after fifteen years of marriage!
     I drove away in a few minutes, almost unnoticed 
by Rose. Jerry waved distractedly good-bye from the midst 
of a melting kiss from his wife. My last sight of them for 
a good many days was as follows:
     He's toting her stuff up to their garage. Her arm 
is around his waist. As I drive away, her hand slides down 
onto his butt, and I see him jump, startled!
     Cissy might like to try some hypnotism, I thought 
to myself, hmmm...
     THE END
[END]

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