____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Bookshelf Directories offer a very wide variety of stories. o o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also o o from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order o o other than offering them to you in alphabetical directories. o o o o All works are copyrighted to the author and may not be used for o o profit without obtaining the author's permission in advance. o o o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Lecture, The (MM, college, teacher-student, hypno) By Anon NixPixer 1991 ** It's 8:00 on a Sunday night. I'm just about to start dinner; perhaps I've even taken some food out of the refrigerator. The phone rings. When I hang up, I know that it was a wrong number. It doesn't matter that the clock now says 8:15. I'm looking at the food I'm about to cook. I don't want to cook, I'm bored! I want to go out, do something exciting, right? I should go somewhere I've never gone before, someplace hot....suddenly Zone DK (an S/M club around the corner from the Spike in New York) pops into my head. What a great idea! I feel so glad that I thought of it. And if I'm going there, I should wear something hot as well....Suddenly I remember that there's a box in the back of my closet with some special clothing in it. A pair of leather shorts and suspenders, a tight t-shirt. I know I'm supposed to save them for occasions like these. Occasions like what? No matter. If I hustle, and take a cab, I can make it there by 9. Which somehow seems very important to me at the moment. I go into the club, and it seems like there's a meeting or lecture going on., so I sit down. There's a bunch of hot leathermen there...masters and their boys. There's a man, vaguely familiar, at the podium, leather jacket, cap shades (why? It's not that bright in here....) I really don't notice it much, I just sit down, content that I made it here by nine. I really had to be here at nine. I'm not really listening to what he's saying...but it probably goes something like this..."with a subject's cooperation, his responses can be so ingrained that they go beyond voluntary to automatic, below the conscious level, if you will...For instance, there's someone here who doesn't even know he's supposed to be here, and probably doesn't even remember the phone call that brought him here. I'll introduce him to you now, but first, let me pour myself a glass of water...." When I hear those words, it seems like a great idea to walk up on stage and take a seat. Once I do I feel entirely relaxed. I don't notice a few guys move their hands to their crotches, because the idea of having a boy on automatic pilot has them so hard. They want to see how this man has trained the ultimate bottom. * * * * * * * * * * Excellent. My boy is here, right on time, as I instructed him. I survey the room. The crowd of leathermen begins to grope themselves as they consider the possibilities, the fact that complete control of another man is so possible, and so hot - like incantations and black magic. I continue: "My subject is only too happy to be here, even though he is unaware it was not his idea. Only it is his own idea, because he has allowed it to happen. Like everything else, hypnosis is a two-way street - a give and take - a matter of power and surrender. He is currently acting under post-hypnotic suggestions given to him earlier. Soon, he will be completely under, and will be even more controllable than he is now." I turn to him. "Jim, it's very warm in here." He agrees. Immediately he stands, removes his suspenders and t- shirt. Then, slowly, he slides his leather shorts down to reveal nothing but a leather jockstrap. "Sit down, Jim." He complies. "As I said, up until now, Jim has been acting under post-hypnotic suggestion. Now it's time to put him fully under. I am going to use a rapid induction post-hypnotic suggestion that I implanted earlier. Jim: sleep now!" (I snap my fingers.) His eyes close immediately and his head drops to his chest. "Do you hear me, Jim?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, Sir." "You are now deeply relaxed. Deeply relaxed. You are so relaxed your eyelids will not open, and the harder you try to open them, the tighter they will stay shut. Try to open your eyes, Jim." He tries, but is unable. "Stop trying Jim. There is no use - you are too deeply hypnotized - too deeply relaxed. You can only open your eyes when I command you to. Is that clear, Jim?" "Yes, Sir." "I am going to give you some commands. You will find it very easy to obey these commands, yet remain deeply hypnotized as you are now. I explained to you earlier why you're here. Do you remember, Jim?" "No, Sir." "You will remember now, Jim. Why are you here?" "I am here to serve you, Sir." A few of the men in the audience have become so hot they can no longer stand the pressure of their hard dicks pressing against their denim and leather. Several have unbuttoned their jeans and have their dicks hanging out, semi-erect; others have pulled their dicks out of their leather jeans and are beginning to actively stroke them. "Jim, your throat is very dry, isn't it?" "Yes, Sir." "You need something to suck on, don't you? Wouldn't you like something to suck on?" "Yes, Sir." "Wouldn't my cock be good to suck on, Jim? Wouldn't that be a good thing to do?" "Yes, Sir." "Suck on my cock, Jim. Open your eyes, pop open my jeans, and suck until I tell you to stop." "Yes, Sir." He stands, kneels before me, and pops open my jeans. He takes out my semi-hard cock and begins actively sucking it. It quickly gets completely hard, and he continues to suck. "Lick my balls, Jim." He immediately complies. More of the men in the audience have taken their cocks out and are stroking them. They watch with rapt attention, eyes wide. Jim's technique is quite good, and it isn't long before I feel like I'm gonna shoot. "That's enough now, Jim. Stand up." He stops sucking, almost reluctantly, and stands. "You know what my favorite thing is, don't you Jim?" "You like to buttfuck, Sir." "You would like me to fuck your butt, wouldn't you?" "Yes, Sir." "Slide off your jockstrap and climb into the sling now, Jim." He slowly removes the leather jockstrap and climbs into the sling. He places his legs in the stirrups and his arms at his sides. The men in the audience are really getting aroused; many are jerking off, several are sweating and are clearly close to shooting. "Are you ready, Jim?" "Yes, Sir." "How do you want me to fuck you, Jim?" "Deeply, Sir." "You want to enjoy getting fucked, don't you Jim?" "Yes, Sir." "And you cannot enjoy getting fucked unless your butthole is totally relaxed, isn't that true?" "Yes, Sir." "You will relax your butthole now, Jim." "Yes, Sir." "Relax ... relax ... relax ... " I slip on a rubber, cover my cock with lube, move toward his parted legs, and place my dickhead against his hole. He shows no reaction as I press gently and slip right in. One of the men in the audience groans and shoots his load. "You are enjoying this, aren't you Jim?" "Yes, Sir." "You will remain deeply relaxed as I am fucking you, but you will experience each thrust as a new wave of pleasure. You have never been fucked this well before, have you?" "(groan) No, Sir." I start pumping, and as I do that, he is clearly having an incredible time. He breathes deeply and moans softly as he experiences new heights of ecstasy. Yet, his cock remains limp. "Are you enjoying yourself, Jim?" "Yes, Sir." "Then your dick should be hard, shouldn't it?" "Yes, Sir." "Make your dick hard, Jim." Jim's cock, lying off to the side, immediately begins to get harder, harder, harder, until it stands at full attention, throbbing gently. His hands remain at his sides. "Now that your dick is hard, it will remain that way until you come. And you are going to come shortly, aren't you Jim?" "Yes, Sir." "You will remain deeply relaxed, even as you come. Do you understand, Jim?" "Yes, Sir." "You start feeling a pressure in your groin, Jim. It is your come, getting ready to shoot out of your cock. Do you feel it, Jim?" "Yes, Sir." "It's building, Jim. It's building, building, building. The tension is growing, growing, growing. You feel the deep pleasure of it, deeper than you ever have before, don't you Jim?" "Yes, Sir." He starts to grimace, the pleasure is so intense. "I am going to count down from ten. When I say "one", you will shoot your load like you've never shot before. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." Several more of the men groan and shoot their loads. A few are getting their dicks royally sucked. "Ten. Getting closer. Nine. Closer still. Eight. Pressure's building. Seven. Building. Six. Closer, closer. Five. Almost there. Four. Almost can't take it any more! Three. Your balls are churning under the load, but you cannot shoot yet! Two. The pleasure is intense and almost unbearable... ... ONE!" A huge spurt of come shoots out of his dick and lands on his chin. A second one lands between his nipples. He pumps another three or four rounds, then does a few dry pumps before stopping. His hands remain at his sides; he never touched his cock once. I lose all control and cum deeply myself. Exhausted, I pull out, and dispose of the rubber. "Did you have a good time, Jim?" "Yes, Sir." "You're all full of come, Jim. You need to wash up. Why don't you take a shower?" "Yes, Sir." "Get out of the sling, Jim, and step into the shower here." He gets out of the sling, cum is running down his chest and dripping on the floor. "I'll turn the water on for you, Jim." He makes motions like he's in the shower, and I pour warm water from a pitcher over the front of him. "Okay, time to towel off." I hand him a towel, and he dries yourself. Some of the men chuckle. "And now, it's time to wake him up. This is the time to give him whatever suggestions he needs to have for the next session. Jim is already very well trained, so that isn't necessary here." I turn to him. "Jim, please put your clothes back on. You may open your eyes as you need to. Then sit down please." He complies. "I am going to wake you up now. I am going to count from five down to one. When I say, "one", you will awaken. You will feel refreshed and alert, and deeply sexually fulfilled. You will remember none of this exhibition, and you will not remember our earlier telephone call. You will only know that you were here to discuss hypnosis and leathersex in a general sense. You will not be concerned with any discrepancy in time. Do you understand, Jim?" "Yes, Sir." "I am going to begin counting now, Jim. Five. Starting to awaken. Four. Beginning to feel more alert. Three. Feeling even more alert. Two. Almost awake now. One. Open your eyes, Jim." He awakens stretches a little, and looks very content. The men in the audience look a little dazed, like they can't believe the experience they just had. "And that, men, is an example of how domination doesn't have to happen with ropes. The mind is all it takes. In fact, whoever said the brain is the most sensitive sexual organ had the exact idea. With the right technique, and a cooperative partner, you can practice the black magic of hypnosis yourself, and discover heights of sexual pleasure you barely dreamed of. Thanks and good night. Don't slip on the floor on your way out. It's covered with cum."