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(These stories were written for adult entertainment and should not be accessed by children. ===================================================================== Archive name: Hypno59.txt Authors name: MS4EVER321@aol.com Story Title : Hypno Celeb 59: Careron Diaz (mc,mf,celeb) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hypno Celeb 59: Cameron Diaz by MAW MC, MF Not to be read by anyone under 18. 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. Another great idea contributed by my friend, Mesmer Eyes. Keep it up, pal. All suggestions/scenarios and comments welcomed. Enjoy. It had been a while since Cameron Diaz had been to Chicago. Not since making "My Best Friend's Wedding." It was a nice town, especially in the summertime. She hadn't had a lot of time to sightsee during the movie shoot but with some vacation time on her hands, she thought now would be a good opportunity to take in the city's sights. Any tour of Chicago had to start with the Sears Tower. It dominated the city skyline, the world's tallest building, reaching right into the clouds as if it belonged there. Cameron took a moment to observe it from the ground. She wore a nice yellow dress, her short blond hair cut close to her scalp, her long legs evident. She took a moment to gaze up at the building before entering it. It was still early, so Cameron wasn't too surprised to see no one else around. She took an elevator down to the ticket area. Again, no one was there. She bought a ticket and patiently waited for the elevator to arrive. The elevator operator was a slightly overweight man in his forties, wearing an ill-fitting suit. Cameron smiled at him politely. He didn't seem to recognize her. The doors closed and the elevator began its long ascent. The operator began a short spiel, a history of the building and its place in Chicago. Cameron tuned it out, gazing up expectantly at the numbers as she climbed up. 9..10..11..12..13. She was still aware of the guide's voice speaking, telling her all about the height of the building, the stories, the way it was built. 22..23..24..25..26. Cameron leaned against the wall, listening as the guide talked about how the ride up could make you feel relaxed, make you feel like flying. With each new floor, you felt as if you were becoming lighter and lighter. Cameron did begin to feel like that. 45..46..47..48.. The guide glanced at Cameron and smiled slightly as he saw her fixed expression as she stared at the numbers going up. "You feel lighter and lighter," he said. "More relaxed as each number comes up. Just keep watching the numbers arrive, one at a time and you're beginning to feel so relaxed now. So very relaxed." 68..69..70..71..72. "Just watch the numbers go by, Cameron. One after another, after another. Just watch them go by, so nice, so orderly. Watch them go by and just feel yourself growing relaxed." 87..88..89..90.. "More relaxed with each number, Cameron. More and more relaxed." The attendant stopped the car at the hundredth floor. Cameron leaned against the wall, a dreamy expression on her face, staring at the number indicator. The guide grinned. He'd recognized her instantly and was hoping the same trick he worked on his co-workers would work on her. He glanced at his watch. People usually spent twenty minutes up top before returning. Enough time. He hit the switch and sent the elevator falling down to the ground slowly. "Watch the numbers, Cameron. Watch them count down, one by one. Watch them go down and you can feel yourself lowering with them." 99..98..97..96..95.. "Just watch the numbers, Cameron. Count them to yourself. Watch the numbers fall, one by one, floor by floor. Watch the numbers fall and with each falling number you begin to feel yourself growing sleepy. As each number drops, you'll feel a little sleepier." 83..82..81..80. "Don't fight it, Cameron. Just let it happen. Let it come over you. This nice, wonderful sleep. You want it to come. You need it to come. Watch the numbers fall and feel yourself drifting deeper and deeper into sleep." 67..66..65..64..63.. "Deeper, Cameron, deeper with each number. As each number falls, so does your resistance, so does your will. As the numbers count down, you feel so sleepy and so tired. All you want to do is sleep. You welcome this sleep. You want it. You need it." 45..44..43..42.. "Deeper, Cameron. Each number falling is a sign for you to go deeper. Deeply asleep, Cameron. You want to fall deeply asleep. Sleepy, Cameron, you feel so sleepy. Just let it come. Let it come." 24..23..22..21. "Just let go, Cameron. Sleep. When the number hits one, sleep. Let go and sleep and let my voice guide you." As soon as the number 1 showed up, Cameron's head slumped forward and she slid down the wall in sleep. The guide sent the elevator down deeper into the basement. The door opened and the guide helped Cameron back to her feet. "Come with me, Cameron," he said. "Trust me and follow my every word. You know you want to." The elevator guide led the hypnotized actress to a small room. Inside was a cot, comfortable if not lavish. The guide stripped naked before sitting on the cot. "Cameron, you're asleep. A nice, deep sleep. Every word I say send you deeper into this sleep. So deep, Cameron. So deep that you want to do everything I say. You need to do everything I say. Now, take off your clothes, Cameron. Take them all off." Cameron hesitated slightly before unbuttoning and slipping off her dress. She unsnapped her bra and let her pert breasts fall. Her blond tuft was exposed as she slipped off her panties. She swayed slightly, naked, waiting for the next command. "Come to me, Cameron," the guide intoned. Cameron obediently stepped forward. The attendant took her and brought her into him, kissing her hotly. She was slow to respond, but soon wrapped her tongue around his with feeling. They lay back on the cot, the guide on the bottom. Cameron sat herself down on the man's cock and slowly began to rock herself on him. The man's hands ran up her body, squeezing her tight breasts, loving the moans that came from her as he took her. She rode him harder, shifting on his rod as she rocked on it, trying to make him come. She succeeded and they orgasmed loudly, their cries audible down the deserted basement. Cameron slumped forward and the man withdrew his cock from her. He pushed her down and gripped her smooth ass. He took a moment to run his hands down those wonderful buttocks before pushing his hard-rock cock into her pussy. He thrusted forward, pushing his member into her ass, gripping at her buttocks. Cameron moaned and gripped the edge of the cot for support as the man fucked her from behind. She shuddered as his cum flew into her, not relaxing until she was sure he was done. The guide quickly dressed and had Cameron do the same. He led her to the elevator, stopping her just outside. "Cameron, we're going to get into the elevator. When you hear the bell ring and the doors open, you will wake up. You will feel refreshed and relaxed. You will not remember anything that has happened. You will remember only that you went to the top and enjoyed the view. Nothing more. Now, if you ever hear me say the words 'going down' you will instantly fall back asleep. Remember that and nothing else." As he led Cameron back up, the guide smiled again. He was planning to make sure her trip to Chicago would be one Cameron would never remember. Kristen's collection