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Julia Always - 1 (MF, intr-asian, affair)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1995
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Julia is a small woman with large dark eyes and a very trim figure. In
fact, she could be called slight. She is married, apparently happily, but
always liked to flirt, just a little. Often among relaxed company she would
sprawl in such an ungainly fashion as to expose her upper thighs, and I
have even seen her crotch through panties on many occasions.
She displayed much fondness for me, and liked to tease me, I think, by
stretching, bending down with her back to me, etc. I know she is proud of
her body, and seemed to feel that being provocative is her right. All well
and good, but she made herself so desirable in my eyes that I determined to
experience her sexually, somehow.
We've shared space over many summers at an arts festival in Northern
California. She plays the French horn, and I had a small office at one end
of the faculty practice building on a small campus. I was there as an
administrator (though I'm a pretty good reed man in a local jazz combo
too!), but they kept me on there mostly because of my abilities at
fund-raising.
She calls me Gene, which is my Americanized form of Xien, I am
Chinese-American. Thoroughly American by now, I have apparently hit a local
chord within the moneyed folk that live out here. I play it straight, can
talk to many different "classes," and am just a flat-out good "salesman," I
guess.
I may say that I was quite an accomplished amateur in the art of
persuasion, and I had for years been something of a dabbler in hypnotism.
It has often been said that salesmanship,seduction and trance induction are
very much alike, and Julia is a case in point. She now offers herself
willingly to my every touch!
In fact, as I type these lines, her petite head of lush curly red-brown
hair is now nestled between my thighs, and her fingers are tickling and
stroking a very hot erection, as her lips alternately plead for me to fill
her mouth with cream, and pout and slither over and over my bursting glans!
Yet when I dismiss her, she will return happily to her husband,
(presumably) ignorant of her utter wantonness in my chamber! She's not the
first to enjoy hypnotic surrender to me, but she's my biggest "success" to
date!
We both habitually worked very late at night, in a building far removed
from our living quarters. Often, we would walk back together, always in an
asexual companionship, and I enjoyed being near her very enticing form so
much that I would often make it a point to be in the practice facility
simply to be near her. She may have guessed this, but she began visiting my
office, to take a break, joke or banter with me. Often she would "pose" in
various ways, and freely stretch and bend her athletic limbs as we talked.
Possibly she wanted more intimate contact with me, I don't know. Some
American women like Orientals, and I definitely have the face!
But she was married even then, and I HAD a couple scruples. But I chose to
assume she was flirting with me, and at that point, out the window they
went!
Late one night at the beginning of June we were apparently the only live
ones left in the building, and I was drawn to her door. I hesitated outside
as I heard her tooting in a desultory fashion, and finally grumble to a
halt. I felt her pacing about her small room, and almost fled, lest she
discover me "lurking" about, but I held my ground, and in fact, knocked on
her door. She bade me come in.
She complained of severe aches in her back and neck, from difficult hours
of practice without taking relaxation breaks.
"How are you at neck massage?" she asked. "My neck is on fire!"
"I think I can help, but I'm not trained," I said, "if you have any special
problems..."
She said no, just rub where she said, and I agreed.
The groans that ensued were heartfelt, and I ended up rubbing and squeezing
her neck gently for almost half an hour. Finally she sighed.
"Where have you been all my career?" she asked, and gave me a (very warm)
hug as reward.
"You know I'm glad to help, but you're helping burn in your own aches and
pains by not relaxing now and then," I pointed out.
"I know... it's stress and strain too," she replied. "I get headachy and
tense before I even realize I've gone too long!" Her eyes seemed huge as
they gazed up at me. "I'm tired, but I just have to go on even longer
tonight!" she continued. "Can you help? You really have a magic touch or
something!"
"I know a lot about relaxation," I joked, "or laziness anyway!"
"No, Gene, I mean it!"
"Well, I'm a very good hypnotist." I suggested. "I'm sure I could work with
you in some sort of light trance experiences..." I held my breath.
I saw her eyes widen, then narrow, as she considered some implications...
the two of us, alone... who knows what she was thinking... and then she
made an inner decision.
"I'm game, and I'm desperate," she said, "what should I do?"
"Let me rub your neck and upper spine some more," I answered. "Let's set
you down in that chair first, it's at least padded a little. Then I'll just
talk you through a light trance."
"Light or heavy, let's get started!" She dropped herself into the chair.
"First you gotta calm down, Julia," I said, "and we'll have you take some
very slow, deep breaths. Just be more aware of your breathing patterns for
the next few minutes... that'll be easy for a horn player!"
I had her close her eyes, and I pulled a chair right up behind her. She
followed instructions well, as I had her bend way down and breathe, then
sit back up and slowly circle her head around on her neck. I could see
partway down the neck of her summer dress as the tops of her small breasts
rose and fell slower and slower.
I slowed her down even more by grasping her head in my hands.
"This will really relax you," I said confidently. I had been directing her
to tighten and loosen muscle bunches up till now, and I felt her seem to
give up control, and allow me to move her wherever I wanted.
"It seems so easy," she said, now in a much deeper and lazier tone of
voice, "but I just wouldn't do it until someone told me to!" She gave a
great sigh, and leaned her head backwards. Her throat was taut and led my
eyes again down to the morsels below. "I do better when I feel like someone
else is directing me, I guess."
What a cue!
"You have a nice deep voice, you know," she continued. "No wonder you can
hypnotize people."
"Here, let me finish relaxing your neck and spine."
"Yeah, yeah, good!" she answered, and I decided to work a little faster...
she seemed ideal as a hypnotic subject!
"Yes, I'll work on your neck and shoulders now, and I'm sure things will
soon feel much better for you. Let me do the talking and you just loosen up
from now on. Good, I can feel those knots just seem to dissolve when I work
them out. I guess I could get a job in a massage parlor if admin falls
through!"
She seemed to draw a breath to speak, and I said "Unless you want to tell
me something really important, don't talk. Just give a slight nod to your
head when you understand what I'm saying." I felt her head bob, and she
gave another long sigh of pleasure as my fingers moved up the back of her
skull, and pressed her temples.
I went on with my neck massage, being sure to keep up an endless stream of
patter, about her tensions and pains draining down, down from her head,
down her back, lower and lower. "I'll remove them all very soon, Julia," I
said. "Right now your head and neck are very relaxed, very loose and the
tension drains away. Just give a little nod to respond... good."
She just murmured something and gave the slightest twitch as I let her head
lower almost onto her chest for a moment, then gently lifted it back as I
stroked her temples more regularly now.
My voice was slower and pitched lower as I attempted actually to put her
into a trance. It was difficult to contain my inner excitement as I got the
feeling it would actually work with her!
I moved through into more concrete suggestions of heaviness in limbs and
torso, and she became very still and immobile. Her arms hadn't moved in
quite some time, and she appeared to slump down in her chair as I
continued, always using her name, in a caressing tone of voice. I began to
move into straightforward hypnotic induction now.
"Yes, alll the tension is gone, it never existed, I'm draining you, Julia,
as you feel my fingers and hands and you're focused on nothing but
breathing and my voice now, the world has slipped away, farther and farther
as you slip so easily down, down into the sounnnd of my voice, Julia...
deeper into the sounnnd... let it in, let it direct you down and down and
down... as I move all tensions and conscious cares down your body, Julia,
down your shoulders, they're so heavy they're impossible to move, down your
arms, they feel leaden and warm, they may begin to feel slightly tingly and
thick as you give up control, as you deepen and deepen now."
My hands followed my voice down, as I moved close up beside her form now.
One hand kept position lightly on the nape of her neck. I stroked heavily
down her arms with the other, right down to her fingers as they lay curled
slightly on her upper thighs. I flattened them out with repeated strokes,
and they stuck there as if glued. Julia had entered a trance state already!
She responded so quickly I was tempted to rush along, but I enjoyed seeing
her slip under my control so gradually, so unconsciously, that I savored
every moment.
"Yes, Julia, your conscious mind and will are drifting far away as I speak,
I'm sending them far away as I deepen your trance, yes... you have entered
a trance and I will control your depth and send you away as I speak to the
deeper self that now responds only to my voice, Julia. My voice and my will
have filled you to your very top, and you are now plunging deeper and
deeper with each word, and it's soooo easy to give... and give... and
givvvve... soon I will speak and you will respond... you will respond soo
easily and effortlessly... you will soon find it feels so good, it is a
compulsion, yes a compulsion to respond... to be directed by my voice... to
obey and respond as I now drain the last of your will right DOWN your legs
and DOWN your legs and right through your feet and into the floor, and away
you go, Julia."
I knew she was deep. Her head had sunk right down and rested on her
breastbone. As I continued to stress obedience and compulsion, I could see
a series of tiny tremors and twitches in her head, and fingers. As I sat at
her feet, I saw a rivulet of her saliva drop from her parted lips and fall
onto the bosom of her dress.
I was very, very erect already, and as more drool began soaking her breast,
I almost ejaculated in my pants!
"You'll notice that there are no sounds in the whollle worrrld except the
sound of my voice. My voice is right inside your mind now, as very very
gradually I will let your heavy heavy head lift up... lift up, it's
impossible to lift without my suggestion," I now said, more decisively, and
with some jerkiness, I watched her head roll slightly, and begin to move.
"Each suggestion deepens my control, Julia, my voice pullls the head... the
head rises up... up... and balances so heavily straight up, you are
entering a much deeper level now. Respond by letting the head nod. The head
nod, nodding the head."
It drooped and wobbled upright again. I had her nod again, and again, as I
feasted my eyes on her face. Her lips, still parted, showed a glistening
trail to her chin, and she swallowed reflexively. Her eyebrows seemed
slightly arched, and the lids were purplish and swollen.
"The eyes and lids are mine to control. They are fixed shut... glued shut.
You may attempt to open them."
The brows soon arched higher, and her nose wrinkled with her futile effort.
"Stop trying, let them sink even further down, down down into deeeeep
hypnosis. You are hypnotized. You hear and respond. The right arm is
rising. Let it rise up. It's puffy. It's buzzing so pleasantly, it's
floating away... away..."
And there it came! it was so effortless.
"You will take five deep breaths, Julia. You will count silently, and with
each count the arm will feel heavier, and when you hear your voice speak
the word 'five,' that arm will be heavy, heavy as a stone... when you say
the word 'five' out loud, the arm will have become too heavy to float, it
will hang straight down, down deep. Begin your five deep breaths now."
Her bosom rose and fell, and I actually watched her lips move silently with
each count. Her arm soon hung straight down, and a tiny voice sighed out
"five," and I was almost too horny to continue.
"Say the word 'five' again, and go deeper into trance."
"...Five..."
"Again." She responded twice more.
"Tell me your name."
"Julia."
"Louder, you cannot possibly awaken without my permission."
"Julia," she repeated.
I began getting her to repeat phrases about her trance: "it is very
deep,"... "it feels so good,"... "I can hear only your voice."
"How does my voice feel to you, Julia?" I asked after I had accustomed her
to speaking aloud.
"...Deep... can't hear it... it's... sort of like a feeling."
"Your waking self has gone far away now, and your deeper self can feel it.
You feel it, Julia, just as I will you to feel it, feel and respond to it,
don't you?"
"Yes."
"You can talk about it easily, Julia, it's such a strong feeling... It is a
powerful feeling, it fills you and even makes you tingle. Respond."
"...Tingle. Yes."
"Now I will help you explore that tingle. It's like a warm, soft buzzing
from your head right down, down right through legs and feet, right to your
toes.
"FEELLL it, Julia."
I watched as a small shudder traversed her face, and her breathing caught
slightly.
"You FEEEELLL my voice as your arm has returned to normal. Lay it on your
thigh." She obeyed. "Your thigh, Julia. I will let your thigh tingle now.
FEEEEEELLL it tingle."
Her leg twitched in response.
"Yes, Julia that word moves right through your entire body as you hear me
speak it. I can tingle you all over or cause that deep thrilling sensation
anywhere in your body. The voice FEEEELLLS so good! Respond," I now ordered
in yet brisker tones.
"Yes," and her head nodded. "Feels sooo good!"
"The tingle builds a nervous and muscular tension all through you, Julia,
not just in your head and neck. I will build your tension, then allow its
release. You like to tingle... you need me to tingle you, and you will hear
your voice ask me to make you tingle."
"... Make me tingle... please?"
"I will thrill you at any time, by saying the word FEEEELLL in a deep
voice, just like this, Julia." And I saw a kind of tension infuse her skin
as she nodded.
"Even after I release you from the deep trance, and you have forgotten all
about it, you'll always FEEEELLL that thrill, and your unconscious self
will be always ready to enter my trance again at the slightest suggestions
from me. Answer now, and ask for another tingle, it's soooo good."
"Yes. Please tingle me! Please!" Her face had turned upwards and her
breasts rose and fell faster as I watched the pulse flutter in her throat.
When I did not respond right away, she immediately became more agitated,
her face turned back and forth searching for me.
"You may speak freely."
"Please, it's so good!"
"You need it."
"Yesss," she hissed, "I neeeed it!"
"Julia," I now intoned, "you will experience a rush of pleasure from your
shoulders right down to your waist. Your shoulders right down to your
waist. Now, FEEELLLL it!"
I heard a sudden, harsher intake of breath, and watched her back arch
slightly, and her eyes scrunch up, as the shudder lasted longer this time.
"Again... FEEEEELLLLL it!"
"Uhhhh..." she croaked, still fixed in her chair, but writhing slightly,
her head turning on stiffened tendons.
"And once more, this time right through you, Julia... right through you," I
now said in a loud voice. "Hear my command, annnnd... "
She became still, but her frame quivered as she waited. It had to be
something like orgasm for her, there was a sheen of perspiration over her
face and neck, and her lips were tightly pursed together. Her hands were
clenching, and in fact moving back and forth across the tops of her thighs.
I moved right next to her head, and in my best soft, low tone, murmured:
"FEEEEELLLLLL ME NOWWW," and grasped her shoulders.
Her response exceeded my hopes! Her knees pulled her feet up off the floor,
and a wave of shudders swept over her. As she gasped with the depth of
sensation, I began immediately to assert verbal control, lest she waken
before I was finished with her.
As her form regained its former passive appearance, I gave lengthy
posthypnotic suggestions of complete amnesia, and then:
"And you will find yourself here tomorrow night, when you practice late."
"Yes."
"You will find my voice compelling, just as tonight."
"Yes."
"I may very quickly return you to this deep trance state, because you love
to feel the thrill, don't you, Julia?"
"Yes... I love to feel it. Please thrill me again soon!" I had her speaking
almost conversationally about very intimate sensations already!
"Now I will rub your head and neck again. Yesss, you are again relaxed and
limp, I have removed all traces of tension, and when I permit you to waken
slowly and smooooothly, you will return to consciousness being aware of my
power to soooothe and relaaaaxxx you. After a few deep breaths, your
consciousness will return, and you'll feel alive, relaxed, happy, and ready
to work."
"Yes."
"You'll know only that I relaxed you successfully. Now just come back,
Julia. Begin to come back up slowly now."
I followed up on this last command, and soon felt her torpor evaporate, as
consciousness flooded back. She nearly jumped out of her chair.
"Gee, I feel fantastic! Did I go under?" she asked innocently.
"I think you did, Julia," I answered. "Anyhow, I have to get back to the
dorm now. Glad I could help!" She hugged me tight, and actually planted a
kiss on my lips, then playfully kicked at me as I hurried away... away home
to jerk off!