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Calista Flockhart {mc, mf, celeb}
KMB_76@yahoo.com
Sep 28, 1998
It had been just over a year since Ally McBeal had hit the airwaves,
and it had been quite a year for the show's star, Calista Flockhart. Almost
overnight she had gone from unknown to being the cover girl for countless
magazines. Every single aspect of the show was fodder for endless discussion.
Calista for one, never wanted to hear the words "dancing baby" ever again.
Soon things got to the point where Ally McBeal was on the cover of Time
Magazine and being blamed for the downfall of feminism, it had gotten quite
ridiculous.
However, she supposed that it was worth it. She was earning more
money than she ever had in her life and was now able to get starring roles in
big movies. Media overexposure aside, what was better, appearing on a show
with millions of viewers every week or being in plays that no one saw? The
answer was quite obvious to Calista so she decided to just grin and bear the
backlash that had hit the show.
The second season had just premiered and they were busy filming episodes
right now, there was a 11:00 call for the actors so Calista pulled into the
studio lot at 9:00, just enough time for her to get her hair and makeup done
right. She had been running a little late, so she expected to catch a small
degree of hell for that, but not much. After all when you're the star there's
only so many times they can yell at you before you can get them fired.
Calista was surprised though when she walked into the studio and found a
bunch of her costars in a circle, laughing uproariously. Calista pulled her
sunglasses off and went to investigate the source of the frivolity. What she
saw was unusual to say the least.
Three of her costars, Courtney Thorne Smith, Greg Germann, and Peter
MacNichol, were standing around and watching the casts' new addition, Portia
DiRossi, as she sat in a director's chair and literally acted like a dog.
There was another man there, one of the assistant directors, his name was
Dave or something like that, but Calista was too shocked to pay him much
mind.
"What's going on?" the stunned actress asked.
"Well it turns out our little friend Dave here is no mere assistant
director," Peter said, gesturing toward the man, "He's apparently one heck of
a hypnotist."
"He did this?" Calista asked as Portia began whimpering as if expecting
some kind of dog treat. "This is sick."
"Oh come on, Calista," Courtney chided, "It's just for fun, he did it to all
of us. He made Greg think he was a rabid chipmunk."
"And I still contend that he didn't hypnotize me at all and you are all just
making this up so I'll feel stupid," Greg interjected.
"Portia got to laugh at us, so now it's our turn," Courtney added.
"Still, perhaps we should wake her up now," Dave said, breaking his silence.
"Well if you must, you must," Greg said, disappointment evident in his
voice.
With that Dave got in front of Portia and snapped his fingers. The
woman's barking and whimpering ceased immediately and her eyes slammed shut.
Dave then began talking to her in a calm, soothing voice.
"Listen to me Portia," he began, "I'm going to count down from ten to
zero and with every number I count off, you will begin to awaken. When I get
to zero you will become fully aware of your surroundings. You will feel
fresh and relaxed, like you just woke up from a short nap."
Dave then began counting slowly from ten and with each number Portia began
to stir. When he reached zero she fully opened her eyes and began to stretch
her arms back. Calista was amazed, Portia really did think she was waking up
from a nap.
"What happened?" Portia asked, her voice registering a bit of
disorientation.
"Well, do you want a lie or the truth?" Peter asked.
"Just give me the bad news, how humiliated should I be?" a smiling Portia
asked.
"In that case, let me report to you that you were just the cutest little
puppy ever," Peter replied.
"Oh my God," Portia wailed as she buried her face in her hands, but she was
still smiling. "I can't believe you talked me into this."
"Do Calista next, Dave!" Courtney suddenly suggested.
"Oh no! Not on your life!" Calista immediately shot back.
"C'mon, it will be fun," Dave replied, "I promise I won't make you do
anything stupider than these guys did."
"Sorry, guys there is no way you are going to get me in that chair," Calista
said, "Besides I happen to know for a fact that I cannot be hypnotized."
"Well, well, well, that sounds like a challenge Dave," Greg observed,
"What's your response."
"All due respect, Calista," Dave replied, "Everyone can be hypnotized.
People who say they can't are just fooling themselves."
"I am not fooling myself!" Calista declared, "I can't be hypnotized. Some
guy at a party tried it to me once and it didn't work!"
"That guy was probably a bad hypnotist," Dave shot back, "Wait till you see
what I can do to people. The human will is merely clay for me to sculpt in
whichever image I see fit."
"Oh God," Calista said as she rolled her eyes back, this guy was
unbelievable. Well she'd show him that he could never turn her will into clay
for his damn sculptures, "Okay Mr. Bigshot Hypnotist, I'll make you a bet."
"Oooh this is getting interesting," Courtney said as she rubbed her hands
together in purposely over the top glee, "I'm glad I came in early today."
"Let's hear this bet of yours," Dave said, his interest piqued by the
challenge.
"Okay, I will sit down for you and you can try and hypnotize me,
which you won't be able to do, and if you can't then you convince the
director to push all my call times back till noon," Calista cockily offered.
"I accept your challenge and I guarantee you that in a matter of moments you
will be yet another of my willing slaves," Dave replied.
"Uh, Dave I'm not quite comfortable with the term 'willing slave,'" Peter
said as Calista got into the chair, a confident grin crossing her face.
"Wait a minute," Portia interjected, "What should we make her do?"
"Oooh, I've got an idea, make her take her clothes off," Greg suggested
which
was followed by a sharp "OW!" when Courtney punched him in the arm, hard.
"Thanks Courtney," Calista said, "Okay Dave, do your worst."
Dave then withdrew a pocket watch, dangling off a gold chain.
"Oh no, not that corny old method," Calista sighed.
"Some times old methods are the best," Dave replied as he began to
slowly swing the watch back and forth in front of Calista, "Look at the
watch, Calista look at it as it moves slowly, back and forth, back and
forth."
"This isn't working," Calista declared, more positive than ever that this
would never work.
"Just concentrate for a second Calista," Dave said, his voice soft,
smooth, and inviting, "Look at the center of the watch where the hands meet,
can you see the center?"
"Yes," Calista said, she really could see the center of the watch so she
figured she might as well humor the guy. She locked her eyes onto the center
and followed it as the watch continued to sway in front of her.
"Keep following that center," Dave instructed, "No matter where the watch
goes you cannot take your eyes off of it. I want you to start relaxing your
body from your feet to your head, but continue to follow the center."
Calista actually did begin to feel her body relaxing, though she
chalked that up to the early hour and the power of suggestion. Her eyes
remained locked on the center and every time she tried to draw her attention
away from it, she found herself unable to.
"That's right, Calista you cannot look away from the center," Dave
said, his voice growing softer, "Feel yourself being drawn into it, it's all
that matters. Everything else means nothing, you can just feel your worries
drifting away because it is so relaxing to look at the center. You can even
fall asleep if you want, a nice restful sleep."
At this point Calista did begin to feel a little sleepy, she wanted
to close her eyes so badly, but she couldn't take her eyes away the center.
Dave was right, it did feel good to follow it as it went back and forth
before her eyes. It was so relaxing. A fog was beginning to envelop
Calista's mind and soon she could no longer comprehend what Dave was telling
her. She could feel her eyelids growing heavy and she began losing all will
to resist. Her eyelids began to drop and...
"Wow! I guess you were right, Calista," Dave said as the actress snapped
back to reality, "You can't be hypnotized."
"I knew I couldn't," Calista replied, her voice still full of confidence.
But inside she wasn't so sure. She really couldn't remember anything that
happened after Dave started waving the watch in her face but if he said he
hadn't hypnotized her then why should she doubt him.
"You're no fun," Courtney complained as everyone began to disperse.
"I happen to be plenty of fun," Calista replied, "I also just happen to have
an unbreakable will."
"Would you mind loaning it to me one day?" Courtney asked.
"Sorry, you're going to have to rent it," Calista said before they began
laughing. They walked toward the makeup rooms, so Calista was unable to see
Dave as he placed the watch back in his pocket, a wide grin crossing his face.
Later that night, Calista was unable to sleep. Usually she slept like a
baby, but not tonight. Instead she tossed and turned for what seemed like
hours. She just couldn't get into a comfort zone.
Then when she finally did doze off, the phone by her bedside suddenly
began to ring. Calista was jolted out of her sleep and angrily lunged for
the phone.
"Hello," she said in an exasperated tone.
"It's nap time Calista," Dave's voice said from the other end, and as soon
as he said it, Calista's eyes glazed over and her body immediately relaxed.
"Can you hear me Calista?" Dave asked.
"Yes master," Calista replied, her voice lulled by the trance.
"Hang up the phone and open the front gate of your house," Dave commanded,
"Then open your front door and wait for me."
"I understand," Calista replied before going off to follow Dave's orders.
Outside the house, Dave exited his car as he saw the gate opening.
Everything had gone perfectly. At first he had only planned to do to Calista
what he'd done to the others. But she'd irked him with her "I can't be
hypnotized" attitude, so he'd decided to do something a little extra. Giving
her a late call time was worth it for what he had planned.
The trick was to hypnotize Calista without anyone noticing it. He
had never put anyone in a trance that deep before and he wasn't sure it was
going to work. But as he walked through the open door and saw an entranced
Calista waiting for his next command, he knew it had indeed worked.
Dave closed the door behind him, his cock growing hard as he stared
at Calista. She was standing in her nightgown and staring vacantly ahead.
She was completely his to command and it was driving him wild. Now it was
time to see if those subtle commands he had given her that morning had taken
hold.
"Who am I, Calista?" Dave asked.
"My master," she answered.
"And what do you want to do for me?"
"I want to fuck you," Calista replied, a lustful tinge growing in her voice.
"Well we can't do that with you wearing all those clothes," Dave observed,
"Why don't you just take them off?"
Calista then pushed the straps of her nightgown off of her shoulders and it
fell to the ground in a puddle of silk. The actress then pushed down her
panties exposing her sparse brown tuft to her master.
"Do I please you?" Calista asked innocently, but lustfully.
"Very much so," Dave answered, his cock straining to be free of the prison
of his clothes, "Take me to your bed room."
"Yes master," Calista replied before leading Dave upstairs. As soon as they
reached the room she lay herself on the bed as Dave quickly rid himself of his
clothes.
"You know what you want to do," Dave said as he approached the bed.
Calista then got off the bed and took Dave's cock in her mouth. He
immediately began to moan in approval as Calista sucked him, this was truly
his finest moment as a hypnotist. The commands had been so subtle, yet it
was all working right. He'd have to try this more often he thought as
Calista wrapped her hands on his ass to draw him in further. Finally Dave
couldn't wait anymore, he had to have Calista's pussy.
He picked her up off her knees and lay on top of her, his cock
sliding in with ease. He had commanded Calista to be a little bit turned on
by sucking his cock and was happy to see that her own libido had done the
rest. In his experiences Dave had found that many women ended up enjoying
this on a subconscious level far more than he could ever anticipate.
As Dave continued to pump into Calista he began massaging her firm breasts,
causing her to begin groaning. Their lips locked in a kiss as their bodies
began to merge into one. They quickly got into a rhythm and were streaking
toward orgasm. But there was one little command that Dave still had left to
give.
It was a bit immature Dave reasoned, but he had still always gotten off on
women talking dirty. It always gave him the idea that they wanted it as badly
as he did. Women always claimed to have bigger sex drives then men, but Dave
didn't think they showed it enough. Anyway with a girl as shy and reserved as
Calista it made him want to hear it even more.
"Speak Calista," Dave groaned, triggering the last command he had for her.
"Oooh fuck me," Calista began to moan loudly, "I want to feel that
big cock deep inside my pussy! Fuck my hot cunt, make me come! Oh God you
make my pussy so wet!"
This pushed Dave over the edge and with another loud groan he came, his body
tensing up in that very pleasurable way. Dave's orgasm also set Calista's in
motion and her moans turned to screams.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard! That feels so good! Fuck my wet pussy! I love
it!" the actress screamed as her orgasm ripped through. Soon they both lay on
the bed covered in sweat and the after glow of sex.
"Sleep now Calista," Dave commanded and she immediately began to doze again.
It had worked out great, but Dave still wasn't satisfied. He would of course
snap Calista back to herself in the morning. One night of passion was one
thing, but keeping her as a mindless slut was not something he was keen on
doing. There had to be some limits.
But then all of a sudden Dave decided to not end things quite yet.
There was one more thing he wanted to try. Perhaps he should invite over a
guest for him and Calista to share for a bit.
He then reached over the sleeping Calista and picked up her phone.
Dave began to grin as he dialed Courtney Thorne Smith's number. He wondered
how well the subtle commands he'd left her with had taken hold. He'd know in
a minute.