I took Klaire out the next day as promised. She wanted standard souvenirs of her trip to the United States. We spent the almost the entire day going to small shops around the area. She explained, “I can shop at a bloody mall anywhere in the world, I like places where I can find locally made things.” It was a nice change from being dom and hypno-sub. She got her trip to the museum that I had promised her earlier in her visit, and there was nothing remotely sexual about the entire day. Klaire was even careful not to smoke around me, knowing that she was compelled to use the holder, and what that did for me. We ate at a small Mayan restaurant near my apartment, and finally returned home around 8 pm. She went to the bedroom after asking if she could call Raeven in private. I had no problem with that; aside from the short, highly compressed pics and few mpegs I’d sent him, she’d been out of touch for the past two days. For my part, I had managed to forget that she would be leaving Thursday, and that we really only had one more day of play.
I was absently watching something on the television when Klaire called me from the bedroom. When I walked into the bedroom, she was sitting on the bed, staring into a crystal that she held in front of her eyes. “Klaire?”
“I have hypnotized myself for my master Rob. I want my master to take advantage of me,” she said, the monotone indicating how deeply tranced she was. I asked her if this was something Raeven had told her to do. “No. This is a post-hypnotic command I created for myself before I left for my business trip.”
The heat came from out of nowhere. I decided to probe this interesting development a little more before I granted her wish. “Klaire, gaze deeper and deeper into the crystal for your master. You see nothing but the pretty, pretty, fascinating crystal, and you hear nothing except my voice. My voice sends you deeper and deeper into trance with every word I say. My voice arouses you more and more with every word I say. You will obey my every command now, do you understand?”
“Ahyess… �I… will—obeyyyyyy… every command…” was her response.
I was almost completely erect. “You will answer all of my questions fully and truthfully. Your subconscious mind cannot hide any of the answers, even though your conscious mind may not know them. Do you understand?”
“Yes… under-stannnnd…”
“Why did you give yourself this command?”
“Because… I wanted to be your hypnotic slave for the night we spent together,” she blankly replied. “I decided that I would take ill for the Wednesday set of business meetings, and spend Tuesday night and Wednesday with you. Then I gave myself a post-hypnotic command to trance myself at nine p.m. on Tuesday night.” I asked her why. “Because your hypnosis is sexy and I was afraid that you might be shy.” Damn, that British monotone was hot! “This was how I was going to show you that it was all right to hypnotize me and use me as your hypno-slave.”
Shy? Me? Not once I saw her in the flesh, but I understood. I had been getting cold feet, and I was sure that it had been obvious to her in our last conversations. At any rate, the niceness of the gesture paled in comparison to the fact that she was once again deeply entranced and under my complete control. I took the crystal, getting more aroused watching her eyes track it in my hand. “Kneel and face the bed, Klaire. You must obey my voice.”
“Yes… master,” she said, turning as directed.
“Relax completely and sleep! Sleep deeply in your hypnotic trance. Take yourself as deeply as you must by counting from one to fifty. When you reach fifty, you will be so deeply hypnotized that you must obey my every command.”
“Yes… master,” she replied, then melted onto the floor. One… two…” As much as I wanted to take her, and as much as she wanted to be taken, I had to get a record of this. And this one was going to be completely private because I’d never get the chance to have a complete-hypno-slave again. I quickly set up the video camera as Klaire counted past forty. I was naked by forty-five, and hard without being touched at fifty. She lay on her side next to the bed.
“Klaire, open your eyes, remaining deep in trance, seeing nothing and hearing only my voice.” Stand up and look into the camera. You have no will, you must obey my words. My words are your thoughts. You must obey,” I drooled.
“Your words are my thoughts… I must… obey,” she haltingly echoed, staring vacantly into the camera. I told her that she was now a zombie as she had been the last time she stared into the camera for me. Her arms immediately rose from her sides and stretched towards the camera as she slowly repeated, “I have no will… I must obey… I have no will… I must obey…”
Your right arm is loose, and will move with my touch, Klaire. Face me, and when I tell to, you will look deeply into my eyes.” I put her hand on my erection. “As you stare into my eyes, you will slowly go one hundred times deeper into a hypnotic trance. You will not be aware that this is being filmed, and you will not see the camera. You also will not be aware that your hand has started moving, it will move on its own and you will not be able to stop until I tell you to. When I count to three, you will awaken, having no memory of being hypnotized, and your subconscious will carry out its instructions no matter what you want to do. Do you understand?”
She answered with a crooning, “Yesssss… Masssterrr….” I set her arm in motion, counted to three, and she blinked, her hand stroking my length as we stood face to face. “Rob… erm… is it nine o’clock? Did I hypnotize myself for you yet?”
I chuckled. “Yes, Klaire, but I woke you up.” She asked why. “Because I want you to look into my eyes… look deeply into my eyes, Klaire… Deeply… your eyes are now fixed on mine… you cannot look away… because I am hypnotizing you… hypnotizing you deeper than ever before… As,” I gasped, her touch sending a shock through my body. “You look—deeper and—deeper—going—deeper into—hyp-hyp-hypnosis…” �Oh, this was feeling too good! “And you are in-my-pow—” My hypnotic induction speech ended in a low, loud moan and I came all over her belly and legs. My legs turned to jelly, and I finally managed to gasp, “Stop!” I staggered to the bed, collapsing, leaving Klaire standing there entranced, eyes open and blank, her hand and belly dripping. I waited until I recovered before releasing Klaire from thrall.
“My god!!!” she exclaimed.
“You are my sex toy, and you can do nothing about it, Klaire. Look at what I’ve got,” I said, holding up the crystal. Her agitation went away instantly as her eyes locked onto the crystal. “You are a sex toy. Repeat and believe with all your heart.”
“I am a sex toy,” she answered.
“You exist to give me sexual pleasure. To obey my every sexual command. Your body is mine to use. Repeat. With each word you say, it will become more and more real so that you will believe it with all your heart.”
“I exist to give you sexual pleasure. I obey your every sexual command. My body is yours to use.”
“Come to the crystal Klaire, and it will be so brilliant, so beautiful, that the only thing you are aware of is my voice. What are you?”
“I am a sex toy. I obey your every sexual command. My body is yours to use.”
“Again,” I sternly repeated, slowly turning the crystal back and forth inches from her eyes.
“I am a sex toy. I obey your every sexual command. My body is yours to use.”
“You are feeling a tingling sensation… a sensation of need throughout your entire body now, Klaire, felt most acutely between your legs and the globes of your magnificent ass. Your body hungers… hungers for sexual touch… the touch only I can provide… as the sensation grows even stronger, and stronger. The urge between your legs beginning to be outstripped by the one between the cheeks of your ass… stronger and stronger still… the feeling getting very, very intense… the need… the hunger… dominating all thought, driving your actions, the need consumes you, Klaire.” She gasped and began to undulate, her hands dropping below her waist in short order. “Only I can touch your most acute sensation, only I can fill that need. Show me your most desperate need, Klaire, show me… Tell me what you are…”
She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, using one hand to stimulate herself furiously while her body moved sensuously, invitingly. She moaned, “I am a sex toy… I am a sex toy… �Use me… use me… master… master, please… use me…”
“Turn around, toy.” I positioned her so that I could watch her face later. She was freely masturbating herself now, whimpering, squeaking, and unable to get done what she needed to. I moved behind her, hard once again, pulled her hair back, raising her head for the camera, and thrust forward, entering her.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Klaire’s body locked and quivered, her own fingers plunged inside her sex, orgasming for the camera, and when I moved, she came again. And again. And again. My thrusts became more energetic, urging as much feeling as I could through my cock, and then Klaire took a deep, hoarse, ragged breath, and squeaked, “ I am a sex… toy!!!” We both lost our grip on reality, orgasm sending us into bliss. I remembered enough to shut the camera off as my eyes began to close, and then bring Klaire out of trance. Her aftershock jarred me awake, and she said, “That was evil, but fantastic… master.” She put her head on my chest, and that’s the last thing I remember until sometime around four the next morning.
She was still smiling. I gingerly got up to avoid disturbing her, and cleaned up before returning. “Klaire?” I whispered, gently shaking her. “Klaire?” She murmured a soft protest, and groggily blinked her eyes open. “Silent night, deeply tranced, you are calm, you’re relaxed.” I gave her some more instructions, and then removed her trance state, putting her back to a state of normal sleep. I happily rolled over, dreaming of Klaire’s last day in the United States.
I woke up the next morning alone in bed and called her. She appeared in the bedroom doorway, wearing a robe, with a devilish smile on her face, “Stay there, Rob. I’m making breakfast for us. Did you want your tea straightaway?” I smiled and nodded. She was following her instructions perfectly. I knew what was going to happen, but that didn’t make it any less fun. After we had breakfast in bed, I went to clean myself up and she went to clean the kitchen. About a half hour later, she returned to the bedroom, carrying a pack of Virginia Slim 120s, and the long black holder. She took her clothes off, and sat next to me on the bed before placing the cigarette in the holder and lighting it. “I like it when you watch me smoke,” she purred. “It makes me feel so very, very, sexy… and randy…” She reached for me, smiling with intent, her eyes slightly lidded, her chest turning pink. She took another drag, and began to play with me. “And I know how much you like me to smoke for you… I know what it does to you…” I was on my way to readiness, and when Klaire finished her cigarette, she immediately lit another one, and swung herself across my body. She placed me at her entrance, and slid onto me, before taking a long drag, exhaling with a look of extreme satisfaction. “It’s the best way to enjoy a cigarette…” She rode me slowly while smoking as sensuously as she could. The feel, the image, and her smoky monologue finished me before she finished the cigarette. She walked out of the room, firing one of her, “I want you” glances over the shoulder, and took one final carefully posed draw, exhaling slowly, before leaving me to recover.
“God, that was hot,” was the first thing she said when she came back into the room ten minutes later, as programmed. “I still feel a little tingly. You’re very devious when it comes to setting me to… go off at a certain time. When did you give me this morning’s instructions?”
“About four this morning. I woke you up, tranced you, and then put you back to sleep sleep,” I grinned. She was still naked. “This is your last full day with me, Klaire. What would you like to do? I’m determined not to get morose about it, and you won’t,” I said. When she didn’t say anything, I added, “Trust me on that.”
She grinned, and then said, “I don’t want to leave the apartment. Preferably, the bedroom.” I looked at her, mouth hanging open. “You wanted the hypnobabe supreme to be your mindless sex toy.” She lit another Virginia Slim 120 in the long holder. “Let’s do it. Zap me…” She saw the way I was looking at her. “Or not.” She approached me. “At least for the nonce. The only thing I want is to make sure is that I be hypnotized into two or three depraved sex acts, preferably with—.” She indicated the camera as she exhaled a long stream of smoke. “—a record. But I’ll cater to your fetish of my own free will for this round. Don’t touch ‘til I finish now,” she smiled. I let her have the illusion that she had free will for the moment before walking over to her. She began to say, “uh-uh-uh—”
“Sleep and remain standing, eyes open,” I gently interrupted, taking the holder from her. The morning was about to pick up where it left off. I put the cigarette out, reset the camera, and then commanded her to thrust her chest forward, and to raise her arms skyward. “Your arms are now bound overhead. You cannot move them. And now, you feel your legs being pulled apart, you step to keep from falling, wider, wider, spread your legs now, exposing your sex. You can struggle, but it’s no use.” She began to wiggle as much as she could, bound as she was in her mind. I began to caress her sex. “I’m going to make you cum, Klaire. I’m going to make you cum long, loud, and hard, and you will only be able to do it on my command, do you understand?”
“Yes… master,” she softly said, squirming to get away. She couldn’t. I knelt in front of her and began to lick. Her sex began to drool, and she began to squeak as her movements began to change, becoming sexual, and after a while, she was trying to get me to stimulate her. I stopped, making her moan in frustration.
“The more you protest, the longer it will take you to get to your peak, Klaire,” I whispered in her ear, standing. “You will not cum until I command you to. I have control over your release, no one, and nothing else. Do you understand?”
“Y-y-yess… master,” she whimpered, legs quivering.
I put two fingers in her, and played with her for a few seconds. “Good girl,” I said, before leaving the room. I picked up the flogger that Serenity had left behind, which I had found the night before while Klaire was hypnotizing herself. “Klaire,” I announced, “I have a flogger. I will flog you until you are ready to cum. Each time you hear the snap of the flogger, you will feel it against your back and legs. You know what it feels like when Serenity uses this. You will feel everything you felt then. After the flogging, I will play with you some more, but you still will not be able to cum until I allow you your release. Say it, and it is real.”
“I… will… n-n-not be able to cum,” she swallowed, frustration evident on her face in spite of the trance.
I snapped the flogger against the bed. Klaire moaned, rapturously. I stroked her back with the flogger for a bit, as I’d seen Serenity do, before snapping it against the bed again. Klaire’s legs buckled, but held and the expression of rapture filled her face. I hit the bed again, after pausing to caress her body with the flogger, and my hand. After a few more strokes of the flogger, her eyes were unfocused, and her sex was freely drooling.
“Ohhhh… masssss-terrrrrr,” she moaned when I stuck my fingers back inside her. I tortured her with stimulation, and when she was beyond orgasm, it was time.
“Your arms are now released, Klaire,” I whispered. Her arms flopped to her sides. I wrapped my arms around her and released her legs, to lay her gently on the bed. She was making cooing noises, as I positioned her legs to face the camera. I made sure that the camera was well focused on her; she dominated the frame, the only thing she would dominate the entire time she spent with me. “On the count of three, you will cum for your master and the camera. You will cum gloriously until you are exhausted, and then you will relax and sleep normally, luxuriating in the greatest afterglow of your entire trip, remembering everything that has happened since you were bound, and that will happen until you sleep.”
Her eyes were unfocused, her body limp. “One… feel the memories coming back, Klaire, your body remembers everything,” I re-focused the camera as she shifted on the bed. Two. Your body memories are becoming sharper and sharper as you begin to feel everything you’ve experienced. Sharper and sharper, the feeling getting more and more acute… Three!!!” She snapped into a U-shape on the bed, wailing very loudly, loud enough to pin the recorder’s VU meters. Her body flopped onto the bed as she huffed, and bucked vigorously, continuing to squeal as her orgasm continued. She finally lay still after several minutes. Her eyes closed and she was, asleep, basking in her afterglow as her master had commanded. I gently caressed her body as she slept, trying not to wake her prematurely. Klaire had delivered the performance of a lifetime, and had earned her rest.
We both woke up mid afternoon. “Rob… I hurt… in a good way. That was marvelous. You are,” she kissed me on the cheek. “Quite creative.” She looked around the room. “So what happens next?”
I smiled evilly and lazily reached over to the nightstand, picking up a crystal. “This.” Her eyes locked onto it. “Yes, Klaire, this is your crystal. The crystal that fills your vision, and slows your mind, as it makes my voice the only thing you hear. Gaze into the crystal, and go into trance. Quickly, helplessly, into hypnotic trance, my hypnobabe. Deeper and deeper you go, my voice the only thing you hear, my words are your thoughts as the beauty of the crystal fills all else.” She was entranced yet again, ready to obey, eyes wide in wonder, staring into the beautiful crystal. I readied the camera for her next act.
“Kneel, slave.” I waited for her to comply. “Now you feel the animation draining from your body as you become almost mechanical… a living dolly… but a special one. You are the first of the newest generation of fellatio dolls. When your switch is touched, you will turn on. Your mouth will shape itself as it should, and your body, your mechanism will activate, giving your owner the best blowjob in the world.” I smiled again, even though she couldn’t see it. “Time to activate the dolly.” I jiggled her “switch.” Klaire’s mouth formed an “O,” and she began to bob at the waist. I positioned myself, and Klaire’s bobbing quickly took effect. “Suction on, dolly.” I let her do me for a while, but I then jiggled her switch again, shutting her down before I came. She continued to kneel, mouth open, motionless.
“Close your mouth, dolly.” I didn’t want her jaw to cramp. “You are no longer a fellatio doll. Your legs and arms have their feeling back. I am going to wake you, but the next time you sit on the bed, you will become a voice-activated sex robot, a very advanced fuck toy for the very rich. You will not be able to do anything except fuck, reacting almost human, but you are a robot. Your body will move correctly, but the sounds are coming from a programmed set of sex noises and sex talk. You will not remember having been given this command, but you must obey it. You will not remember anything that happens while you are this fuck toy. Do you understand, dolly?”
“Yes-I-understand.” I walked her to the kitchen, and then woke her up. “How did I get here, I wonder?” she giggled. There’s a gap in my memory, and-erm-my mouth is very dry. May I have some water, please?” I laughed, making her sigh, “I suppose I’ll find out on the film, and not a moment sooner.” I told her that she was right about that. She turned and headed to the bedroom after getting some water, calling, “I left the cigarettes and holder in the bedroom.” I followed, getting half-hard in anticipation. She turned to see me standing next to her as she was putting the cigarette in the holder. “Oh, are you going to be a gentleman?” she cooed.
Nope. Not in the least. I gave her a gentle push onto the bed. Her eyes rapidly lost their expression, she dropped the cigarette holder, and lay on her back. “Come-on-baby. Fuck-me,” she said in a monotone, spreading her legs wide. There she was, legs cocked in open invitation, arms splayed on either side of her, with a face completely devoid of expression. She was also wet. “Let’s-have-some-fun-shall-we?” I was on her within a few seconds of turning the camera on.
“Dolly, arms to embrace,” I moaned. She responded by curving her arms, and wrapping them around me in slow motion, as if they were activated by mechanical means. Her legs pumped in perfect, if somewhat languid, response to my enthusiastic thrusts. “Hip-speed—increase!” I gasped, and she picked up the pace of her counter thrusts, moaning robotically, urging me on in stilted sentences without inflection. She just felt too damn good, and I lost it. Allowing her to continue her mechanical pumping and thrusting until I couldn’t bear the feeling any longer and withdrew. “Dolly off.” She froze in mid-thrust, hip cocked slightly, legs bent at the knees and parted. I pushed her arms back to the bed, still curved for an embrace. I shakily got some water for myself, and looked at my advanced fuck toy, frozen where I had left her. “Silent night, deeply tranced, you are calm, you’re relaxed,” I whispered into her ear, and her arms and legs flopped onto the bed as I told her to relax completely, that she was no longer the robotic fuck toy.
When I woke her up, she regarded me suspiciously. “And what have we here?” She looked down at herself and then again at me. “Oh. I see,” she finally said. “But how? What?”
“The answer is written to my hard drive, Klaire. Later,” I replied, grinning. “But it’s almost dinner time, and we should clean up. We’re going out one more time. Separate showers, no hypno-tricks.”
“And why not?” was her saucy reply.
Klaire and I spent a normal dinner at one of the more upscale restaurants in my neighborhood. She smoked Capri 120’s in the holder while we were out, conversing about her trip, and the fact that she wanted to pack tonight, so that she and I might have one last bit of play before she left. After stopping by the tobacco shop to pick up some American cigarettes for her return to the UK, Klaire and I returned to my apartment, I fetched her suitcases from the storage area, and she began to pack. I went to work on the CD’s after retrieving all of her souvenirs for her. About a half-hour later, Klaire touched me on the shoulder. I had been so absorbed that I didn’t even hear her come out, let alone call my name. I turned to see her wearing her formal dress, smoking a More in… Serenity’s holder? Smoking a More put her into trance. How in the hell did that happen? “Klaire, awake!”
“I am a gift from Carlotta,” she replied. “You cannot break this trance. It will end when I have finished my duties.” Klaire curtsied. “Call Carlotta this Saturday, please. She would like to go out to dinner with you.” She posed for a drag and exhale, temporarily stilling my anger at Carlotta for taking advantage of Klaire without my permission yet again. “I have been programmed to please you by the woman who knows exactly what you like.” Klaire knelt on the kitchen floor and unzipped my pants. She exhaled again before caressing me intimately. The thought that I needed to call Carlotta right now faded as her lips met me, holder in one hand, eyes watching my reaction intently—just like Carlotta used to do. I sighed in resignation, and moaned in pleasure, as I gently placed my hand on the back of Klaire’s head. I’d bitch Carlotta out later.
Klaire stopped as soon as I was hard, stood, and held out her hand. She led me to the bedroom, where one of her suitcases lay on the floor, partially turned over, its contents spilled. Lighting another More, she danced sensuously, a soft, round, enticing, incendiary femme fatale, before allowing her dress to fall off her shoulders, revealing her body in its wonderful soft glory. With near-tangible sensuality in every motion, every expression, Klaire came to the bed and straddled me as she took another drag. She languorously rode me, moving slowly, smoking demonstratively, until the cigarette was finished. She paused to extinguish the cigarette, put the holder on the nightstand, and then leaned forward and drove her mouth into mine. As she sat up, she suddenly said, “Ohhhh… Rob… Master,” she sighed, her eyes reflecting a fleeting orgasmic thrill, and her hips began to move with energy and enthusiasm.
I lay on the bed, exhausted by the massive orgasm I’d had. What had just happened ruled out any chance of playing with Klaire’s body before her departure. I couldn’t do anything else sexually if my life depended on it. Klaire was packing again, not having bothered to get dressed. “Goddess wants her holder back, but she said I can keep the Mores, as a—remembrance. Funny term, that, all things considered,” she chirped happily. “Rob—and this is not her voice speaking—I think you should call Goddess. You have some things to discuss. And please, don’t make it about me. I’m fine. I only let her do it because I wanted to be hers—again. For just a little while.”
“Klaire?”
“Yes, master?” she softly replied.
“You’re amazing.”
She smiled. “I know. There’s a reason I’m the hypnobabe supreme and not just another Internet hypno-sub.” She was saying something more, but it quickly fade into the background as I fell asleep, deep and dreamless, the sleep of the completely sated.
After breakfast, we sort of lolled around the apartment, waiting for the limousine to take her to the airport for her return journey. “Are you going to trance me for the return trip?” she kidded.
“Do I have to?” was my reply. “I’m sending you back to Rae, today, as scheduled, one way or another, dear.” She giggled and lit a Capri 120 in the holder. “Ohh, no, that won’t work. I’m worn out.”
Klaire chuckled and said that she was having a smoke just to have a smoke. “I’d have thought you would be worn out by now, Rob.”
“I am. And you?”
“Not in the least. I love sex, absolutely adore it. In all its forms,” she replied. “I enjoyed you taking advantage of me, truly. Sexual domination, being made to be the perfect playmate for—a little more than a week… Just thinking about it is making my nipples stiffen,” she said. “And frankly, I’ve enjoyed being the femme fatale, and the focused object of your intense sexual hunger. That’s been—fulfilling—on several levels as well,” she added, taking a last drag and posing once again for me as she exhaled. She put the holder back into her purse and smiled. “Thank you for the cigarette holders. I’m sure they’ll make an appearance or several in my pictures to come. You may even get some—private—files.” The room went quiet as she let me fantasize for a moment or two, and then Klaire resumed, “You’ve been wonderful. I’ve had a marvelous time.” She drew closer to me. “And it’s getting very close to departure time. The car will be here in what—a half-hour?” I nodded. “Then let me gaze into your eyes, and be hypnotized by my American master one final time. You can do anything you wish—as long as I don’t miss my flight. Hypnotize me, master.”
“Look into my eyes, Klaire, and feel the power of my will capture your thoughts, your being, and you will go into trance for me, at the count of three.” Her eyes were widened, locked on mine. “One.” Klaire’s eyelids immediately drooped. “Two.” They were now narrow slits. “Three, sleep and remain standing.” Her head flopped forward onto her chest. “Deeper and Deeper, Klaire, take your self to Fifty for your master, you cannot, you will not, you do not want to resist.” She murmured the word, “fifty,” and I knew she was ready for programming. “Listen and obey me Klaire. When you get on the plane, all of your previous programming will go away. None of the commands will remain. �You will no longer be compelled to smoke with a cigarette holder. You will no longer be compelled to smoke American cigarettes. These will be at your choice. You will no longer respond to any of the trance triggers I have given you since your arrival in the Unites States. No one else will be able to hypnotize you using my triggers. Do you understand?”
“Yes… master,” she replied. Good thing I was too sexed out to respond. I still felt a big mental thrill at her entranced monotone.
“I am going to give you a new command, one that will last until your plane touches the ground in Leeds. You will obey this command, you will know that I have hypnotized you into doing this, and you will not be able to stop it. Do you understand?”
“Yes… I… understand… I will obey…”
“Every time you hear the word ‘thirty’ from now until the plane that you are riding on lands in Leeds, you will have an orgasm. The first of these orgasms will be very, very strong, but each successive orgasm will fade in intensity, until the final orgasms will leave you ready, willing and wanting for more. You must do your best to hide the fact that you are cumming. It is very embarrassing to cum in pubic. It is humiliating to not have control over your body’s own reactions, isn’t it, my slave?”
“Yessss… mass-terrr… so humiliating,” Klaire crooned, sounding rapturous once again. I asked her to repeat her final command. “I will… orgasm… when I hear… the word, ‘thirty.’ I must… hide… the orgasm… to… public… so humiliating…”
“When you awake, you will only be aware that you have been given a final command that you will obey as I have directed. You will not know the nature of the command until it takes effect for the first time, and know that you are in for a very long trip. Oh, and you will leave the panties you are wearing here. You will not be able to put another pair on until you’ve arrived at your house. Repeat and obey,” I smiled evilly as Klaire repeated her instructions, handed me her panties and stood, eyes closed, in trance in my living room for the last time.
I awoke her, and she only regarded me with a suspicious (and quite sexy, actually) smile. “Klaire, I’ve removed the compunctions you’ve been under for your visit. I’d hate for Raeven to call me up and demand to know what I’ve done to his wife.”
“That’s all right,” she said. “The first thing he’ll probably do is to check to see if there’s any remaining fallout. Nonetheless, I think I’ll be happy that I won’t need to use a cigarette holder for the rest of my life,” she grinned. The door buzzer sounded; it was the limousine. “I suppose this is it, then,” she said, with a hint of regret.
I let the driver in to collect the luggage and put it in the car. “Well, it’s less than a thirty minute ride to—”
Klaire gasped, and her legs buckled, and she grabbed me for support. Her eyes fluttered, and she panted for several seconds. It took her a minute or so to compose herself. “Oh my god! You didn’t!!!”
I only grinned, and said, “Shall we go?”
Rae called the next day. “She’s home, mate, all safe and sound. Smelled a lot like sex, though,” he chuckled, “and she wasn’t wearin’ any panties. She said it had something to do with the number thirty. Was it your idea?” I acknowledged that it had been my idea. “She said that only a couple of stewardesses really noticed; the guy sitting next to her was a business type, and he barely got off of his laptop the whole trip across the ocean. It was a little more difficult when she got to the UK, though, had a few of ‘em in Heathrow. The one in Customs was really embarrassing.” I laughed, but then I heard Raeven’s voice saying, “Klaire!!! What are you doing with that cigarette holder and—!!! Klaire!!! Klaire!!!” I wondered what was going on as I heard the phone get jostled, but suddenly his voice came back on clear, if a little harried, “Is this your doing???”
“No, it’s not! �I removed any—”
“Sorry mate, gotta go,” Rae interrupted and the line went dead. What had I done to her? I was pretty sure that I’d removed everything from Klaire’s mind.
Rae called the following day. “No, mate, it wasn’t anything you did—except for the fact that the last few orgasms had her in a state. She says that she liked being the femme fatale and thought she’d just attack me to help her with her problem,” he said. “I’d never seen my wife act quite like that before, so it was a surprise.”
“Did you hypnotize her to stop her?”
“Of course not. I found this all out afterwards,” he said, and I could hear the ear-to-ear grin. “Take care, Rob, I’m sure we’ll be seeing you on-line.”
The phone rang. “I’ll get it!” I yelled. “Hello?”
“Hallo? Is this Rob?” Kinky Klaire asked. “This is a new phone number, so I wasn’t sure if you’d moved or if anything had happened. I haven’t heard from you in about a month until I just opened your e-mail!”
“That’s because he’s been—occupied,” said a female voice that picked up another phone.
“Goddess!!!” Klaire exclaimed.
“Yes, slave Klaire, it’s me. We’ve moved in together again, and we have you to thank for it.”
“Me? Whatever did I do?”
“Let me tell her, Rob,” Carlotta said. “The party. He never would have gone to the party without you.” Klaire was puzzled. “Well, he was hypnotizing you, and one of the subs watching went under really fast, too. She’s our housemate now, so I have a sub, he has a hypno-sub, and we’re all one happy family.”
I cut in. “Thank you, Klaire. I bow to the superior sexuality of the hypnobabe supreme,” I said. “But not too deeply. After all, you are a hypno-sub. Silent night, deeply tranced, you are calm, you’re relaxed.” She sighed loudly over the phone, and I knew what she looked like, entranced, holding the phone...
Carlotta’s voice broke my reverie; she had trotted into the room, and said, “Damn, it’s so hot when you do that!” She gave me a peck on the cheek. “Juliet! Come meet your Goddess in the bedroom!” she shouted into the basement. “And don’t take too long to join us,” Carlotta said, giving my bulge a pat before heading upstairs.
“Klaire, I want you to count to twenty-nine… and find Rae before you say the next number. You know what happens at thirty…”
“Ahhyesss… masssterrrr… Thirrrr-teeeeee…” As usual, she sounded positively orgasmic about her special number.
“Begin your count, and then hang up the phone. We will talk again soon, and you will go deep for your American master as you always must.” I hung up. Life was great. There is something to making your fantasies reality after all.
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