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Subject: "The Highway Hypnotist" (mf, mc, hyp, cons, mast) Part 1
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The Highway Hypnotist
Part 1
I was on a trip with a good friend of mine. Rose and I are
both (reasonably) happily married, but our pastimes bring
us regularly into contact away from our spouses. I found
her attractive, and I now know she feels the same about me.
In fact, she liked to think - or pretend - that just our
proximity was somehow risque. Once she took me aside at a
function and very seriously said:
"This is real hard for me," she had said, looking very
demure, "but I want to make sure that we feel the same
way."
She went on to say how attracted she was to me, but that it
would be wrong to let things go too far. All this with her
large brown eyes alternately swimming up at me, then shyly
cast down. Of course I agreed and reassured her.
I realized then that she was making much more out of our
casual contact than I ever had... but she looked so shy
(and sexy) then that from that moment on she found her way
onto my deeper erotic fantasy channel.
Long drives together were part of our relationship. Rose
is an erratic driver in town, easily distracted, and more
than once I found myself offering to drive. On the
interstate it was better, until I received an unpleasant
surprise.
I had dozed off lightly one afternoon, Rose at the wheel.
Suddenly my semi-conscious self was rudely snapped back
awake as I felt the wheels bump at high speed onto the
shoulder of the road and the car swerve. It wasn't
life-threatening, but I said "Damn! Did we hit something?"
Rose said she was sorry, she had lost her concentration or
something.
"Are you tired? I can drive."
"No," she responded, "I'm fine."
I relaxed again, but couldn't sleep. I found myself
watching her drive through my half-closed eyelids. Her
smooth arms and short tapered fingers rested on the wheel.
My gaze next wandered down past her rather small but
attractive mouth and chin, down to her bosom. Attractive,
and often the subject of a bedtime fantasy or two. My gaze
caressed those tempting, tempting bulges, and I began a
little daydream...
Then the car gave another tiny, tiny jerk where there
shouldn't have been any. My gaze shot back up towards her
face. I was about to say something, and then I stopped.
She was staring straight ahead of course, but there was
something else in her steady gaze... something - the best
I can call it - helpless... Her eyes seemed not to be
blinking at all for many many seconds, and as I studied her
with rapidly growing interest, I could see that her lids
were open wide. She was staring as if she were mesmerized!
Things between us were never the same since that day I
watched her succumbing so easily to "highway hypnosis!"
Now she blinked, squinting, and shook her head a little,
her short, soft hair jiggling from side to side. She stole
a glance toward my "sleeping" form, and I hoped she could
not see the gleam of my eye! She looked as if she wanted
to wake me, but turned forward again.
I now watched her like a hawk. Sure enough, after another
ten- mile stretch I noticed her stare again. She was not
flicking her gaze around at all, as we all should do when
on long drives; the lids were opening wider and I thought I
perceived a slight tremble in her forearms... she was
clenching the steering wheel tightly... abnormally
tightly, I thought.
I began to feel sexual arousal at her display of
helplessness. Her tongue emerged to wet her lips, which I
could now see were pressed tightly. Her head turned a bit
from side to side, but her eyes never left that vanishing
point, and soon her face was again still.
The breasts were displaying shallow breathing, and I sensed
that she felt she was losing a fight to stay awake. The
eyelids were drooping shut, blinking slowly over her
staring eyes. I didn't want to die in some flaming crash,
but I couldn't help myself watch her!
Another jerk, and a small lurch of the vehicle, as she came
"back out of it." I stirred.
"Sorry..." she said, still blinking too fast.
I knew then what I wanted to do. From that moment on my
whole persona would have to be that of a skilled hypnotist.
The clock told me there were still several driving hours on
this untraveled stretch of interstate before we reached the
motel.
In my very most quiet but determined voice I murmured
"Let's stop a minute to stretch." Usually I put these
comments as suggestions... open for discussion as it
were... this time I just left it as a quiet demand. "Pull
off, Rose."
She glanced at me, picking up the difference in my
demeanor. "Everything OK?"
"I'm ready to drive. We need to stretch and breathe fresh
air. Pull off here."
She complied, and soon we were stretching, jogging a bit
and reaching for the coffee thermos.
"Rose," I began, "did you know you were falling asleep?"
She glanced at me hurriedly.
"Oh... yeah, I guess I could have been..." Then she
elaborated. "I can't stand these long drives!"
"Well, believe it or not," I responded, "not only am I
ready to drive again, but I know exactly how to help that!"
"You do?"
"I had the worst case of driver's trance ever just a couple
years ago," I said, untruthfully. "I'd just... you
know..." I said, hoping she'd clue me in.
"Oh, yes!" she assented readily, "it's scary, I just can't
seem to stay awake on these long straight roads!"
I continued my build-up.
"A good friend taught me how to rechannel until it became
so easy to stay alert and defensive for really long trips."
"How?"
"Let's start up again and I'll tell you... wait a minute,"
I interjected. "Don't drink any coffee yet, just give me a
cup please."
"Why?"
"You'll see... it's all related, but you shouldn't have a
caffeine buzz for a while. Now you 'passenge' again,
and... here, let me adjust the seat. Posture is
important."
I leaned in and slid the seat backwards as far as it would
go, then adjusted the recliner to tilt slightly back. Soon
we were humming along again.
*****
After a bit of conversation about how far we had to go yet,
I continued.
"You know, Rose, I think you could be a good highway driver
if you let me help you just like my friend did for me.
It's easy, and it'll help the time pass for me if I have a
'project.' What do you say?"
"Sure, I guess, what did he do?"
"He actually had me just ride along and zonk out," I
answered. "Since I was the passenger, there was no more
pressure to stay alert. Then I guess it was a little
like... " I was intent on her without revealing my
interest... "like, a trance or something."
"Like hypnotism?" came her voice softly. There seemed to
be no signs of resistance in her voice!
"Yeah, you know the phrase 'highway hypnosis?' Well, he
showed me how it was really true... just like real
hypnosis, where your concentration narrows, and you drift
off, and nothing matters, and it felt great, like I never
wanted to stop, and it got deeper and deeper..."
She make no answer. Her face was not looking at me, and a
little glance showed me that she was looking down the road.
She appeared to be feeling it already!
I'm glad I was wearing a loose shirt, or my developing
erection would have been so obvious that everything would
have gone down the tubes! I continued, trying as best I
could to pace my voice and smooth out the inflection into a
relaxing kind of drone.
"My eyes wanted to look way, way down that highway, way to
the horizon," I said, "and it felt like a pull, sort of.
You know, a subtle pull that just seems to hold your eyes
straight ahead, you know?"
I sensed her nodding slightly as she began falling under my
control.
"And the road kind of flows under the wheels, and you can
feel the rush of the tires as the road pulls you ahead..."
I paused, still no answer.
"But now I'm driving, and there's no pressure or tension
and we can explore that feeling, we can get deeper than
that, much deeper, and as I drive, you can just let
yourself go like I did, and I'll describe it the same way,
the same way, and you can help like I did the same way, and
there won't be any pressure or tension and we can get
deeper."
This time I thought I heard a tiny breathed "OK" from my
passenger. Rose had her hands in her lap, resting on the
upper surface of her rounded thighs, delineated by a thin
summer skirt.
"So I'll tell you what it's like, and you can help me,
Rose," I droned on. "I'll want your help as we go, so
here's what to do... Keep your eyes ahead, just like
you're driving, but of course I'm driving and you can relax
and let everything happen and I'll keep driving you right
down the road straight as an arrow, straight... down...
the road... and I'll want to describe what to do so you
can do it as I describe what you should do..."
I had plans for those hands, those thighs, those lips and
those heavy round breasts that seemed not to move at all...
yet.
"And the road has helpful signs," I continued, almost in a
monotone. "We call them mileposts, and we know they are
there to tell us where we are, so the road speeds along and
we know where we are, so Rose, without looking away,
keeping our eyes way way far ahead far, far out ahead,
we'll count those posts, and I learned to count them
without looking, because the eyes are held right down the
center line, and soon the milepost floats closer, closer
and closer, and we just barely perceive it as it flows past
the eyes, like one is coming now, but don't watch it, just
know that it's floating up closer, closer... and now it's
past and we can count it. ONE."
She was absolutely motionless in her seat. My cock felt
hard enough to rip up through my shorts, but it was way too
early yet!
"And soon we'll feel another milepost flow past as we rush
right down the center of the road, those lane markers are
smooth as oil, smooth and rushing so fast that the eye is
drawn up and away, up and away by the steady flow of the
line, and there are other markers I want you to count, soon
I'll have you count out loud as your eyes stay fixed, it's
all right to stare, to lose yourself down the lines, to
lose yourself deeper down the lines, as another marker
floats floats floats by... annnnd... TWO.
"And Rose you're doing very well, you're giving up to that
feeling we have as those lines... never seem to stop,
going on and on... rushing and floating on and on so that
the eyes are held like magnets like there are magnets in
the road holding the eyes so they can't look away, and
after the next mile comes... closer and closer, here it
comes... THREE...
"I'll have you measure the trance by noticing the small
markers that you'll feel, those little sparkling lights
that are twinkling past... they mark the tenth-miles, and
without any trouble, very easily and concentrating on your
eyes held now by the road, you'll count along with me for a
while. Here comes the next marker... FOUR... "
*****
"...Annnnnddd... TEN... and now you hear nothing but my
voice, see nothing though your heavy eyes can just barely
remain open and I will pull you deeper and deeper now Rose
and you want it, you want so much to fall deeper and deeper
into my hypnotic trance, yes, give up all control to my
voice, let it move you, obey everything you hear, Rose."
Her chin had dropped down, parting her lips slightly. Rose
had given herself up to my control very rapidly. Her
eyelids looked puffy and swollen as they blinked repeatedly
and lazily, but now and again they would open wide as she
tried her best to keep staring straight ahead.
"And now we will forget everything, we will bring you
completely into total hypnotic control, and you want that
more than you've ever wanted anything, more and more you'll
find that wonderful feeling of total submission to my voice
and my will. And your voice will answer automatically now,
as you hear it say the number 'ten.'
An almost inaudible sigh: "..tennn.."
"And counting down...down...downnn to twenty..."
"'llevennn... twelvvve.... " her soft voice droned
obediently.
"And keep talking as you obey my next commands. That's a
good girl, 'thirteen...' and each count makes you
understand that you want only to submit to everything I say
'fourteen,' that's a good girl, how much you want to feel
my control..."
Now her head had fallen sideways against my driver's seat,
all her limbs relaxed; one of her hands had slid off her
thigh and now rested over the center console, actually held
up by the rim of my coffee cup! A very uncomfortable
position, even for a sleeping person, but the hand didn't
move! it's soft pink palm upturned, the fingers curved
ever so naturally as in total relaxed sleep.
"And my voice and will are irresistible to you now...
they've always been irresistible to you, you feel only
pleasure at being able to comply... to submit... to obey
me.
"Let's prove my unbreakable control now, Rose, feels sooo
gooood to obey. You will count to one hundred, deepening
more and more all the way, and soon you will not be able to
remember the correct numbers, no, you will try hard to
remember, but you will forget, and you will be surprised to
hear that every number has turned into my magic phrase, and
that phrase is embedded completely within you and it is: 'I
am compelled to obey you, John' and begin counting now, and
try to remember all these numbers very well."
Again the muffled murmuring. "One, two, three..." as I
pulled the car over onto the wide shoulder and braked to a
stop. "Fourteen, f- fifteen, six... seven... sixteen...
uhhhmmm three, four..."
Unbuckling, I took the time now to rearrange my dick, now
trying its best to stretch right down my out of my pants
leg, feeling the scratchy fabric of my shirt press and rub
against the head... ouch!
"three... threeee... "
I leaned closer to her upturned ear now. "Yes, you just
can't remember, too hard to remember, the numbers become
the commands soon..."
Now I got out of the car and rather confidently walked
around to her side. Opened the door and squatted down to
view her.
How beautiful it was to be able to feast my eyes anywhere I
wished! Her left knee had drooped open, exposing a bit of
her inner thigh to my view, her right hand still rested on
the other thigh. I pressed my boner along my own leg and
squeezed my thighs together as I stared.
Her breasts were inches from my face as I leaned in to
watch her face. Her eyelids now resting on her cheeks, and
though her parted lips barely moved, I could hear her
hypnotic litany: "I am com...pelled to obey you, John...I
am com...pelled to obey you, John..."
Those lips, luscious and parted, obeying my will! I easily
imagined them parting just enough to wrap lovingly around
my cock, which organ now felt almost painful in its
repeated clenchings!
I touched the reclining control and began twisting it
slowly backwards. She did not twitch or cease for an
instant her mantra, even when I reclined to a point where
her head was suddenly free to loll over even further!
Quickly I just held it up straighter as I eased her
backwards. Now I stood up. Too much traffic roaring by
just then to masturbate... I was close to an orgasm
though!
Leaning back in to Rose's chanting. "You will stop now.
Breathe deeply and fully."
Up rose the bosom, almost to my lips! She sighed and
repeated the performance. I sighed in my own ecstasy.
"Now hear and obey me completely, Rose. You can remember
the numbers, all the numbers again. While you count to one
hundred I will speak to you. Keep counting."
"One, two, three..."
"Count faster as you will feel my touch on your wrists. I
am attaching little metal bracelets to your wrists. They
are cool little metal bracelets, feel them being attached
to your wrists."
"twentyfour, twentyfive, twennysix, twennyseven..."
I found a couple of rubber bands and lifted one hand. It
felt limp and leaden as over her unresisting fingers I
slipped one of the bands. As I leaned over to hold the
other hand, her breathy voice puffed into my ear:
"fordyfive, fordysix, fordyseven..."
The latex slipped onto her wrist and I hefted her limp
appendage without feeling the slightest response. I laid
the hand down on her thigh. It felt very cool and smooth
as I let my hand rest there for a moment.
She was near the fifties now.
"Count very slowly, Rosie," I said, holding my face
directly in front of hers. "Enjoy the sound of the 'fff'
as you count."
Obediently the little-girl voice came: "fffiffftyonnnnee...
fffifffftytwoooo..." My lips were nearly touching her own
now, my eyes taking in her hypnotic helplessness, my cock
throbbing dangerously, it was poking out of my shorts leg,
"fffifffftyyyyffffourrrrr..."
"Uhhhhh..." came my own involuntary response as I felt
suddenly things had gone too far. Traffic ignores, I
hunched down next to her, freeing the first four or five
inches of my cock to poke right out into the air. That
little touch was enough to begin my uncontrollable reflex,
I felt myself swelling, sticking up and out, up and out,
upppp and outtt comes the fluid, "uhh!" I grunt quietly,
imagining the thick cream spurting out to cover her lips as
they slide over and over my heavy heavy cock, it feellls
sooo good to release at last! the heated shaft pulsing
with yet another dribble dripping down between my thighs
down to spatter from my heavy, leaden cock onto the ground
in thick dribbles and drops now, that hot glow just after
the climax begins making me feel dizzy... my head droops
with weakness, down... and drops onto her lap!
Oh God! I started back away, but instantly I perceived
that even that sudden sensation did not disturb her! as
her voice continued: "seventyyytwooooo..."
I must have swooned or something! Had she really counted
that far? Looking down, I saw only a drop or two of my
congealing juice had actually spotted my calves or socks...
Nothing to clean up with, so I can only flick off the last
several upwellings from my creamy cockhead, and sighing,
tuck my softening member back into confinement.
She had reached the eighties.
"Rose, my beautiful Rose," I murmured, breath catching in
my throat from the tension of the last few minutes, "when
your voice reaches ninety I will slowly turn on my magnets.
The magnets in the roof of the car are powerful ones. Your
wrists are magnetized, and as you hear your voice approach
one hundred the magnetic power will become greater and
greater... you are completely unable to move your heavy,
sleepy arms and wrists, completely unable to move them even
the slightest bit by yourself, my magnetic force will pull
up and up on your bracelets, up into the air towards the
power. Relax and enjoy the feeling as I control your arms
with magnetic power..."
Hurrying over to the drivers seat, I took to the road again
as I heard "ninetyyy twoooo... ninety threeee..." and, as
if she were a marionette tied at the wrists, her dangling,
limp arms now jiggled and jerked slightly and, fingers
still drooping down, began lifting her arms up off her
legs. In a moment they bumped lightly against the roof of
the car.
"Feels wonderful to be so completely controlled... you
know you want much much more, Rose."
There was another deep sigh to my right.
"And now as I count from five to one, the magnets grow
weaker, and your heavy arms... so heavy, so limp and
soft... will be able to sink deeply down again. 5 - 4 - 3
- 2 - 1, and you sink still deeper."
I now played with her arms, raising and lowering them more
rapidly for a few minutes. I could cause them to virtually
fly upward and lock onto the roof with an audible thump!
When released, they plopped down onto her lap so heavily
that I stopped for fear that she would bruise herself!
I ran through more deepening commands, testing her
enslavement. I deafened her and screamed into her ear
suddenly, without seeing the slightest response.
The highway near us being clear of traffic for at least a
mile, I told her how calm and peaceful she felt, watching a
sexy, sleepy smile curl her lips upwards... I had been
slowing enough to make it safe when I gave several very
sharp tugs on the steering wheel and applied the brakes.
Not really dangerous, but very startling to any passenger
except... the deeply asleep!
(continued)
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