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This story contains graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you feel like trying this, seek help. This story is based on a manufactured image at www.Privatepages.com. All suggestions/scenarios and comments are welcome. Enjoy. Kim Basinger frowned and pulled up the black dress she wore. She was trying outfits out for the Oscars while Alec was at a production meeting. Getting an outfit was bad enough, but the fact she might actually win an award added to the pressure. Her blond hair flowed past her shoulders and she kicked off the high heels she wore, throwing them onto a growing pile near the closet. She paced the living room of her house, trying to keep her breathing even. It wasn't until she'd won the Golden Globe that the possibility of an Oscar for "L.A. Confidential" became real. She suddenly found herself wishing she was among the regular celebrities in the crowd, the ones who could watch in patience, not having to worry about the pressure. It was overwhelming and she knew, win or lose, she was going to cry when the award was presented. If she didn't, she'd burst. A knock on the door interrupted Kim's musings. She walked through the palatial living room and opened it to see a young man wearing a white shirt and shorts standing there, a dress bag hung over his shoulder. His blond hair was apparent under his cap and he seemed in good shape. "Ms. Basinger? I'm Tim. I was sent to deliver some outfits to you?" "Oh, right, come on in," Kim said, standing aside so Tim could enter. "Just throw those on the chair, that'll be fine." "Nervous about the big night?" "Does it show?" "I've delivered to women in your position before. I've seen them all nervous. Well, except for Juliette Binoche, Marisa Tomei and Anna Paquin. Go figure." "Any advice?" Kim said, taking a deep breath. "Well, whenever I get nervous, I use this." Tim reached into his pocket and pulled out a small medallion attached to a chain. Kim looked at it as it caught the light. It seemed to be a kaleidoscope of some sort, patterns of color moving in lines, merging together. "What does it do?" Kim asked. "It helps me take my mind off things," Tim explained. "See, the patterns move slowly and gently. Very soothing, very relaxing. You see them and you're caught instantly. You watch as they pulse and move, pulse and move, like wonderful windmills of color. You watch as they move, around and around, in and out of one another. The colors shift and merge, shift and merge. It's so relaxing just to watch the pretty waves turn, so relaxing. So soothing. It just feels so good to let all the worries drift away. Away with the wonderful waves." Kim's eyes were firmly fixed to the medallion, her face slightly flushed, but relaxed, her breathing even as Tim's words took hold. "So relaxing, Kim, so soothing. Just keep watching the waves of color, watch them swim and merge, swim and merge and you feel so very, very relaxed. All your worries are leaving you, Kim, all your tension is leaving you. No more pressures, Kim. You don't feel any more pressure or worries or tension. You feel calm and serene. Do you like that feeling, Kim?" "Yes," she whispered, her eyes stuck to the medallion. "Good. Keep watching the waves, Kim. Watch the waves and listen to my voice and you won't have any more tension. You feel so relaxed, Kim. Very relaxed. You feel sleepy, Kim. Very sleepy. It's all right, let it come. Don't fight it. You don't want to fight it. You want to sleep so much, Kim. You're so sleepy. You can't keep your eyes open any longer. You have to sleep. You want to sleep. Just let your eyes close, Kim. Let them close and fall into a nice, wonderful sleep." Kim's eyes fluttered closed and her head slumped onto her chest. Smiling, Tim pocketed the medallion and continued to speak in a low, commanding tone. "Kim, are you relaxed now?" "Yes." "You like being this relaxed, Kim?" "Yes." "Would you do anything I say if it makes you feel this relaxed, Kim?" Her inviting lips went into a slight frown. "Kim, you feel so relaxed, so at ease. You'd do anything to stay this relaxed, Kim. Isn't that true?" ".Yes.." "You will do anything I tell you to in order to remain this relaxed, wouldn't you?" "Yes.." "If I told you you were feeling very excited, you'd feel it, wouldn't you?" "Yes." "If I said you were feeling horny, you'd feel it, wouldn't you?" "Yes." "Do you want me to fuck you, Kim?" "Yes.." Tim was completely undressed by this point, his hard cock ready to plunge into Kim. He began to slip the dress off of her, pushing it down her shoulders and waist. She wore no bra and as he slid off her dark panties, he let his hands feel her smooth skin. For a 45-year old woman, she was in beautiful shape. He took her by the neck and kissed her. She was slow to respond, her reactions dulled by the hypnotic state she was in, but she did manage to answer him, wrapping her tongue around his and pressing herself against him. He felt her breasts pushed against his chest and he nearly came as his cock touched her thigh. But he held back, waiting. He took her into the bedroom, placing her by the bed. "Kneel," he commanded. She obediently went to her knees on the mattress. He stuck his hard member in her face and gave her a command. "Suck it." She took the rod in her hands and began to mouth it, pushing it down her throat. He moaned as he felt her hands on his ass, the nails touching the asshole. He pushed himself forward slightly, as if willing his semen along. She licked the tip of the cock, tasting the long tendrils of cum that begin to come out of it. She pulled it down deeper in her throat and her lips tickled the cock as she did. He shot his wad down her throat and kept his cock inside until she had swallowed it all. He pushed her onto her back and straddled her. Her breasts weren't huge, but they were enough for him to play with, squeezing the mounds as he plunged his cock into her pussy. She moaned with delight, her arousal turned on full blast by her entranced state. He began to pump her, his cock sliding in and out of her vagina as he went to work. He kissed one nipple as he continued, thrusting in and out of the blonde star, enjoying her increasing cries as she felt herself build up. He pushed her deeper into the bed as he felt himself building to release, kissing each of her breasts in succession. He brought his face to hers and gave her a long, wet kiss. They were kissing when they orgasmed, their cries muffled as they shoved their tongues into each other's mouths. It was an incredible feeling for both. Pulling his cock out, Tim glanced at his watch. Damn, Baldwin's meeting was going to be ending soon and he couldn't stay here. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped off Kim's mouth and clit. "Kim, follow me." He led her back into the living room and had her put her dress back on. "Kim, when the door closes, you'll wake up. You won't remember anything that has happened here. If you do remember anything, it will simply be a dream about Alec. A dream. The dresses have just been delivered and that is all you will remember. Understand?" At Kim's nod, Tim moved forward and gave her a kiss to remember her by. He then walked out, shutting the door behind him. He went back to his van, shaking his head. "I love Oscar season."