Hypno Celeb 8: Emanuelle Beart
by MAW
MC,MF,CELEB
   
  Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. This story
contains graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you,
leave now. This is fantasy. Hypnosis does not work this way. If
you feel like trying this, seek help.
     This story is based on a manufactured image at
www.Spiderloom.com/Private. There, you will find dozens of
images, real and faked, of hypnotized women. Some have inspired
this, and other, stories. Enjoy the site and the stories. 
     Maurice rubbed his eyes as the customer left. God, some days
it just didn't seem worth it. He'd spent three weeks searching
for an antique table for a customer, only to have it rejected
because it wasn't the right shade of brown. Passing a hand
through his graying hair, the fifty-year old Frenchman once again
marveled at how life in Paris was far from the paradise he had
imagined when he'd set up the shop ten years earlier. The money
was good, but he had yet to find the line into the elite, the
clientele who could benefit him financially and give him the
recognition he felt he deserved. Until then, he was forced to
cater to the middle-class dealers wanting something to spruce upthe office. 
     He glanced up again as the bell on the door rang and a woman
stepped through. He recognized her instantly and all thoughts of
boredom were erased from his mind. It was the famous French
actress Emanuelle Beart, one of Maurice's favorites. He felt
somewhat ashamed that her only recognition to American audiences
was as the femme fatale in that idiotic "Mission Impossible."
Beart had as much talent as she had beauty, which meant she was
one of the most talented people in France. Her brown hair was in
a small bun behind her, her green eyes searching the aisles of
the shop. She wore a black shirt and pants with a jacket. 
     As Emanuelle continued to browse around the shop, Maurice
slowly walked to the door. He locked it, drew the blind covering
it and placed up his "closed" sign. He then made his way behind
the counter, reaching under it. "Mademoiselle Beart," he called.
"I think I may have something you'd like." 
     Emanuelle turned to the counter, startled that the
shopkeeper recognized her. Fame was something she was still
getting used to. She walked towards the counter, as Maurice
turned on a small light on top of the desk. "I think you will
find this most interesting, mademoiselle," Maurice said. He
produced an antique watch on a chain. The watch had finely
crafted features as well as an elegant scroll on it. It also had
a rather audible tick, clearly heard over the counter. "It's been
with me for some time now," Maurice said. "People seem to find it
nice. Take a long look at it, at the scroll. It's quite
interesting." Maurice raised the watch to the level of
Emanualle's eyes and twisted the chain. The watch slowly spun in
place, catching the light off of the lamp, flashing patches of it
into Emanuelle's eyes. 
     "Just watch the watch, Emanuelle. Watch it spin gently. Try
to make out the scroll. The intricate scroll. You can see it even
as it spins and flashes. You can see it if you look closely. Look
closely at the watch, Emanuelle and you can see the scroll. You
can watch the light flash gently into your eyes, illuminating the
scroll. You can hear the ticking as well. The nice, quiet,
rhythmic ticking. You can hear it sound off into your ears. It's
so relaxing just to listen and watch. Listen and watch. All you
can see is the spinning watch and the lights glancing off it. All
you can hear is my voice and the ticking. They all relax you. You
feel so relax, so tired. Your eyes are so heavy. It would feel so
good to close them and relax. Just close your eyes, give yourself
to me and relax. You can trust me. Just relax and trust me.Relax." 
     Emanuelle's eyes blinked and then gently closed. Smiling,
Maurice placed the watch down. This was the third, and finest,
female customer he had "collected" this week. Maurice had learned
at an early age that he had a knack for hypnotism and for using
it well. Perhaps it had something to do with the French's lack of
inhibitions, but he had managed to turn several women into items
of pleasure for a time. But this was the first time he had ever
ensnared a star. "Emanuelle, open your eyes but stay deeplyasleep." 
     Emanuelle opened her eyes, gazing blankly at Maurice. "Now,
Emanuelle, you are asleep. You are asleep and having a wonderful
dream. A dream in which you are hypnotized and forced to do
whatever I say. It is an erotic dream. You want to do whatever I
say as it makes you feel horny and excited. Do you understand?" 
     "..Yes.." Emanuelle said in a soft accented voice. 
     "Follow me." Maurice turned and walked to the staircase
behind the counter. Emanuelle followed him, taking robotic steps
up the staircase. Maurice led her to his small apartment over the
shop. The tiny bedroom contained a single bed and dresser.
Maurice sat on the bed, gazing at the hypnotized woman in front
of him. "Emanuelle, you must do everything I say. Strip." 
     After a brief hesitation, Emanuelle slowly removed her
jacket, letting it fall to the floor. She undid the buttons on
her shirt and let it fall, revealing a black bra on her pale
skin. She unstrapped the bra, letting her sizeable breasts go
free. Topless, she removed her pants and then her panties. She
stood nude, awaiting her next instructions. 
     "Emanuelle, come to me." Emanuelle crawled onto the bed
until she reached Maurice. "Emanuelle, remove my pants."
Emanuelle leaned over and undid the belt on Maurice's trousers.
Pulling them down, she then tugged at the underwear beneath.
Maurice's erect cock sprung forth. "Emanuelle, rest on my cock."
Emanuelle straightened herself up and maneuvered her pussy onto
Maurice's member. She sat herself down as Maurice slowly began
gyrating. He shifted his pelvis, driving it in and around
Emanuelle. Emanuelle closed her eyes and began to match Maurice's
rythym. They moved together, Maurice grunting as he felt his
juices pour through, Emanuelle moaning as her pleasure increased.
Maurice pushed himself down as he came, shooting his load into
Emanuelle, who groaned in response. 
     Emanuelle pushed herself off of Maurice and lay face-down on
the bed. Maurice could hardly pass up a worthy target and
inserted his cock into Emanuelle's ass. She cried as he began
thrusting himself into her. He pumped wildly, desires spilling
forth along his cum as he drove himself into her. Emanuelle's
cries grew louder and finally came to a yell as Maurice orgasmed
into her. She collapsed onto the bed, spent from their encounter. 
     Maurice pulled on his underwear and pants. "Emanuelle, get
dressed." Once Emanuelle was fully clothed, Maurice took her back
downstairs and to the shop. Unlocking the door and removing the
"closed" sign, Maurice raised the watch back at Emanuelle's eyes,
which instantly followed it. "Emanuelle, listen to me," he said.
"In a moment, I will kiss you. After I do, you will awaken. You
will not remember anything that has gone on here. It will all be
a dream. However, you will have an overwhelming urge to return to
this shop. You will also want to recommend this shop to all your
friends and colleagues, particularly the female ones. You want
everyone to know of Maurice and his shop. Do you understand?" 
     Emanuelle nodded. Maurice leaned close and kissed her
gently, loving the taste of her lips. As he pulled back,
Emanuelle blinked, returning to consciousness. Maurice smiled. It
looked like good fortune was going to smile on him at last. -- 

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