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The Highway Hypnotist
Part 6, Part A
Some time later, I awoke. My leg was thrown over a soft
cushion, a hip mound a... Oh-h-hhh... it was Rose! What
time was it now? 2:30 AM... God, I'm glad there was no
business meeting coming up this morning... oh shit, but
Rose had two! and now I remembered that they were
important to her. Only because she was still in a trance
had her anxiety not wakened and alarmed her. I whispered
to her sleeping ear that she was ready for bed now, and led
her back into her own room. There was the skimpy bathing
suit she had planned to model for me...but I had been
further than a G-string already! I watched as she went
through a brief cleansing of face and hands, sat on the
commode and peed (like a horse), donned a flannel nightie
(how domestic!) and brushed her teeth, and got into her
bed. During this time I was programming a deep, refreshing
sleep that would leave her exhilarated and raring to go in
the morning. I dumped myself back to bed, but now sleep
didn't come back so easily for me. Rose and I would not
see much of each other all the next day, Friday... and
Saturday was our return drive day. "So much for
activities," I thought sleepily, then remembered that I
still had a good shot at some hot recreation with Maggie
(and Dan) if I...if they...perhaps I 'd... I'd...and my
eyes opened onto Friday morning. I am going to skip over
Friday... it proved to be a hot and heavy experience, but
when it was all over and I was napping during the late
afternoon, I felt a little twinge of shame. Let's just say
that all my needs had been met, except the tender feelings
I missed from Rosie! I napped through the dinner hour.
The rest made me allll better. After all, I told myself,
those two sexy but shallow individuals had freely asked for
it, though what they received may not have been exactly as
they had anticipated! [NOTE FROM FranZAM: I will reserve
that threesome for a separate story.] I called Rose's room
a few times during the early evening, but no answer. I had
begun to think about our final time (!) together, the long
drive back home. I had some ideas, for instance, and had
rented a van conversion (with tinted windows and captains
chairs), but, what to do exactly? I felt at loose ends.
Until about eleven-thirty that night, when I received a
call from the woman in question. "Rescue me, OK? I'm in
the bar. This other trustee won't take no for an answer,
and he's too much a big shot for me to get mad... dammit,
when will this stuff end?" I hurried over and, finding her
in the lounge, used some excuse about the impending trip to
extricate her from the beefy gentleman's hearty pats and
farewell finger-kisses. As we walked back, she was fuming
and tense. "He knows Jerome," she bit out. "He knows I'm
monogamous, but... hell, he gets drunk, but that's not
enough for Mr. Big, oh no!" (Monogamous? I thought wryly
to myself, holding her gently by the elbow as we reached
our doors.) "And I was going to help you pack all those new
displays up," she added. " "It's already done, hon!" I
reassured her. "Our New Veee...hickle awaits in yonder
corral," and I pointed at the parking lot. "What...
this?" came her exclamation, followed by a sigh. "John
why do we need... it's... decadent!" She was the Honda
Civic type. I showed her the storage for the new display
units, but still she thought the palatial comfort
unnecessary and gas-guzzling, and fretted at me. "Look,
Rose, you're still edgy," I said, "we can talk it out
inside," "Oh, sure," she sighed. "Just to get out of these
shoes! I overdressed today." "I know just the thing," I
murmured, and once inside, I sat her down in the armchair,
knelt and removed her shoes. Her feet were hot, and she
edged them away. "They stink, I just want to have a...
a... I want to... mmmm. Mmmm." I had reached up and
tapped her lightly in her signal spot. "That's right,
Rose, that feels better doesn't it? Just relax those legs
completely, the heavy arms, feels so good to relax, and
when my hands reach your eyes they will close for just a
few moments...Deeper, Rose. And deeper, Rose; we can talk
before you sleep." Her figure was now sprawled out
incongruously for its business attire, her hand lay heavily
in mine as I tested for relaxation. Her hips had slid
forward, hiking the trim navy skirt up to nearly mid-thigh
on one leg. Her head dropped forward and sideways, and now
her chin was nearly resting on her right breast. I renewed
my foot massage, kneeling at her feet, and now I held both
her feet and scissored them wide apart, her legs weighing
heavily in my hands as my movement slid her rumpled skirt
right up onto her hips. Her pantyhose were now completely
exposed to me as I lowered her feet to the floor; I could
see a slight yellowing in the crotch from a typical day's
wear, and a fairly heavy, sweaty odor. The shadowy bulge
of her amazing majora looked almost like a boy's penis
under the thick cotton! "I'm pulling you straight down
now, Rose," I crooned to her sleeping form. "You love
being hypnotized and completely seduced, don't you." Her
head twitched a bit. "You can't get enough of that feeling
that, no matter how you resist, your master can make you
do, and say, and feel anything he wishes. Say 'Yes,
Master.'" "Mmm... yess, master," came the answer
instantly, and a tongue tip emerged to brush the pale pink
lips. "For instance right now, you know your underwear is
a little soiled and a bit smelly, Rose," I said, "and you'd
never want anyone to see you this way, in fact you'd try
hard to keep anyone from looking, I know." I saw a furrow
appear between her tightly-closed lids, and her hands move
towards her skirt. Her knees twitched, but my hands rested
on them, feeling the weak muscular effort she was making.
"But how delicious you feel as I exert my hypnotic
domination over you again, Rosie!" I said, more firmly.
"...as you find you want me to cause you, not only to keep
your legs spread apart, but now for you to feel your knees
lifting up, for you to hold them up against your chest so
my gaze can examine every part of your panties now. NOW!
Hold the knees way up and show your master everything!"
"Oohh, noo, please, please..." came the tiny whimper, but
up came those plump knees, to be clasped by her grasping
hands, as if she were her own gynecologist! Now her entire
buttocks lay exposed, and I knew that, whether deeply
entranced, or just "believing" that she was, it made no
difference to my darling slave! "Feellls soooo gooood to
show me your panties... feels so good and warm to
obeyyyy..." "Ohhh, yessss," came her muffled response,
muffled as her arms and bosom now nearly hid her face
entirely. "Beg me to look at your hot panties, Rosie."
"Please..." came the little voice, "please look at my hot
panties!" Her knees rolled a bit from side to side. The
yellowed area now showed a translucency in one spot, a
telltale glistening of her lubricant. I urged her a little
more, watching the imperceptible expansion of the
glistening area. "But that's not enough now, Rosie," I
said very firmly. "I want you to kneel right now on your
bed and hold those smelly panties tight, tight, tight up
against yourself... go on, kneel and push that skirt up
out of the way, and push that hot bottom way up in the air
for everyone to see! Good, good! Look at Rosie's smelly
stinky panties everyone!" And while watching curvaceous
rear end weave back and forth, I pushed an index finger
right into the rearmost portion of her puffed-out flesh
(now so prominent, with her damp cotton undies pulled right
in by her tugging motions). "Are you ashamed, Rosie?"
"Yes, yes, please let me down, please, please..." "No,
you're not ashamed, Rose," I said, moving my hands all over
her buttocks now, "because you know I'm in love with all
your flesh, clean, dirty, skinny, fat, perfumed or smelly,
I love alll your hot, hot flesh, my darling, and I must
control you!" "Control me..." "That's perfect, Rosie, now
feel this and listen carefully as you go down so deep into
my power now..." I thrust my questing finger directly into
her anus, pushing at least half an inch of panties in with
it. A quivering stillness froze her. "Tomorrow you won't
remember any of this, but your deep self does want so badly
to be put in my control one last time. You will feel that
for some reason your mind is very open to suggestion. Let
it steal slowly across your mind tomorrow, Rosie; the
feeling that you'd perhaps just like to try being put into
trance, and your waking self will find it's the slowest,
most seductive feeling, that you can enjoy fighting
against, fighting and always losing, always giving in more
and more, more and more..." I withdrew my anal probing
slowly, leaving the panties dimpled right up into her pouty
little sphincter. "...realizing that as much as you
consciously wish to resist, that you feel naughty, that
your struggles are only making your surrender more and more
delicious, that your body will carry out the most WAN-ton,
LUST-ful, FLAG-rant commands..." pushing into her crack
again with each emphasis, "...no matter what your waking
mind thinks. This is important, Rosie, I want you to feel
gradual and complete LOSS. OF. Con-TROL." "Y-yess..."
came her response, but with the slightest hesitation. "So
listen very carefully now. " I let my inserted finger
guide her ass around in small slow circles. "Tonight and
tomorrow on the drive home you will hear *whispers,*Rosie.
You will sense these *whispers* as if they were your own
thoughts. You will not be aware of my voice or face as you
think the *whispers.* You'll hear the *whispers* exactly as
if you were thinking and feeling them yourself, all private
and your own. During our trip home any *whisper* I utter
will be your own private thought, your own private desire."
I had her repeat these commands. "Yes. The whispers are
my own thoughts." Time for a test. "Twinkle twinkle...
*My nose itches, I have to sneeze*... little star. What
did I just tell you, Rosie?" "Twinkle, twinkle lit-little
s-staaAAAGCHH! aAAGHNCHH!" Her anus clamped over my
intruding finger, then released with a noisy fart! as she
sneezed once, twice, again, and again! I had to be more
careful with these deep commands! Quickly I breathed "*The
itch is gone, whew! that's all better now*" between
sneezes, and after another one, her heaving form rested
more quietly again. "What is the last thing you heard me
say?" "Twinkle twinkle little star." "Correct. Now turn
over, tell me you will obey your master, and then you may
prepare for bed, and forget all my commands completely
until tomorrow." "I will obey my Master," she said,
rolling over and standing. I did not officially "wake"
her, but tried another test: "Well, you'd better get some
sleep. **It will feel good to pee, I really have to tinkle
bad, John won't mind watching, it's leaking out!** You've
had a long day of it, and now I'm gonna pack all the big
stuff up tonight." She looked at me, slightly dazed,
saying, "I feel better again! Thanks for rescuing me!"
She was shifting around and fidgeting now, then said
"Excuse me," stumbling a bit toward the bathroom, yanking
down her very damp hose, the hissing sound of her bladder,
then: "ahhhhh..." I moved toward the open bathroom door,
and her only sign of awareness of this invasion of privacy
was to tuck her knees closed a bit! **I'd really like to
kiss him, he's so sweet to pack for us and I'm sooo
sleepy!** I whispered, adding in regular voice: "I better
go... How about a smooch?" She looked up at me with humid
eyes. I bent over her face, our lips met, and she let her
mouth soften a bit more, kissed gently once, once more,
pressed my lips again and then pulled away. "I guess...
good night, John." On the road againnnn-n-n... That we
were, bright and early, driving right into the southeast,
our sun visors lowered, our shades on, the van's a.c.
already kicking in (according to the El- Luxuro All-Digital
Dashboard) with a steaming thermos tucked into the console.
I'd never driven in one of these Dufus- mobiles, and I felt
like a kid on Christmas. Rose at the controls watched
sidelong as I left my seat, and wandered around, pulling
the cup-holders out, pushing them back, fiddling with the
rear stereo, re-packing stuff to leave more passenger room,
and just generally behaving like a twelve-year-old. About
an hour into the journey I got it all out of my system, and
sank back in my passenger-side "Barca-Lounger." Rose soon
mentioned how easy it was for her to drive now, and thought
I should explain in more detail how I had done it. I told
her again about my "friend" who had in effect hypnotized me
to help me stay more alert at the wheel, "Although," I
added, "you were much more responsive... it only took me a
couple minutes to put you under." "I don't... I don't
really remember," she answered. "I don't even remember you
mentioning hypnotism before I just... well, I don't know,
and then I was driving with no more problems. I didn't
know you were the Mad Scientist type!" This conversation
went on for another half hour or so, with me revealing to
her a little of my "obsession" with mesmerism, without
going into painful childhood details; and that I had
studied it as much as any amateur could. Then we stopped
to stretch at a little shelter off the interstate. After
the potty-break, Rose kept the conversation steered towards
her own fascination with the trance process as we wandered
across the already-hot asphalt, and peered at the
inhospitable desert from the shade of a picnic shed.
"Maybe we can try it again sometime," she said, looking far
off toward the eye-searing landscape. "It's not really
like that Dracula business, where women are always... you
know..." "Yep, there's a stereotype there," I offered,
"women are portrayed as helpless, powerless victims..."
and I hooked my fingers and gave her the "stare," intoning
in pseudo-Carpathian: "You arrre completely in my powerrrr,
my beauty!" She was "hooked," and I quickly whispered
**It's funny, but I really respond to him... I want more**
I was the one who broke eye contact, as she chuckled then,
but said, "It's... it's sick, or something, it's
demeaning!" "Well," I responded, "it would be sick, if it
were true, but the fact is that I have no "hypno-rays"
pouring out of my eyes into yours, do I? Hmmm?" "N-noo...
but..." **But I wish he did...** I interjected. Then
aloud: "Not unless the subject wants to believe there are
rays. Unless the subject finds it appeals to her." "But
why?" came her soft voice as she stared out across the
scrub brush and cacti. "Well, I'm no expert, but it seems
to me for a couple of reasons. One." I snapped my fingers
and she started a little, without turning round. "That you
want to accomplish something you don't feel you could do
all by yourself. Two. That somewhere inside you someone,
maybe a little girl, is remembering the security of being
obedient and cooperative, and that it made you feel good.
Not all the time, maybe seldom, but we are social animals,
and I think there's a spectrum, from tyranny, to
leadership, to, umm, cooperation, and then through, ummm,
unquestioning obedience, and I guess slavery would be at
the far end." We moved back to the van, and settled in for
a three-hour stint until our projected lunch stop. Before
starting though, Rose said again, "I never pictured myself
as a - a you know, a submissive person." "Submissive gives
the wrong connotation," I answered, "like it's a weakness,
but really it's a strength of imagination and
responsiveness that make an ideal subject. And it's fun,
if both parties know what they're doing," I added. "Like
how?" "Like, well, you know that naughty swimsuit you
never let me see?" She giggled. "I don't know that I'll
ever wear that thing," she said. "I'm no exhibitionist."
"But you bought it. What if I poured out my Magic-eye rays
and commanded you... let's see..." I did my Burning Stare
and Waggly Finger thing again, chanting: "'Ven ve reach the
lunch area you vill vant to vear the suit, and you vill
vear the suit during the lunch, and you vill feel wery wery
goot about vearing the suit!' Would you?" "Would I what,
wear the suit? Today? at lunchtime, in public?" She
laughed and punched me in the arm. "Dream on, Bela!"
"Can't blame me for tryink," I said mournfully, and we
started off again. After another half-hour or so, I began
with my first whisper... **Did he hypnotize me back there?
I'm thinking about that suit! It's a sexy suit, I wonder
if I'll wear it... I wonder if it turns him on to
hypnotize me?** "You may recall I did all the packing late
last night. I'm going to have a nap, OK?" "Sure, I feel
goot for the drivink!" Rose responded, waggling her own
fingers at me! "You are getting wery wery drowsyyy..." I
reclined my chair, and, over the next hour snoozed lightly
as she continued "drivink." I came up to awareness at some
point, and without changing my posture, let my arm slide
off the armrest sideways. After a minute or two, I worked
on her some more: **He's cute when he's asleep,** I
whispered, **I wonder if he hypnotizes himself?** Soon her
soft fingers grasped my wrist, and lifted my arm back onto
my seat. I didn't stir (except for my you-know-what!) and
her hand lingered as it had on that first day, resting atop
my own. Quickly my engorgement reached visible
proportions, and I had to be careful not to change
breathing or posture in the slightest! Her hand stroked my
wrist again... she had to see that bulge, didn't she? I
had no way of knowing for sure, but I would! **Nothing
wrong with a little fantasy... I can drive OK and think
about that lump now and again... it's big! I wonder what
he's dreaming... it's so cute, he'd hide it if he were
awake.** I heard a little giggle from the driver's seat! I
couldn't sleep any more, but was condemned by my own
pretense to sit there and pulsate, for at least another
forty years! as I continued my subliminal seduction. **It
looks so big... what would it feel like if I...** I left
that one open-ended. Finally I felt her braking the van.
I "woke" and shifted uncomfortably in my seat, which she
seemingly ignored. "This is the place, isn't it?" she
inquired, and sure enough, she had found that shady oasis,
considerately constructed by the state highway folks...
and we were alone there. There were tables under a stone
and log shelter, surrounded by cottonwood trees; the scene
was idyllic in the midst of the stark landscape. Our bath
towels were spread out like tablecloths, and coolers
unpacked, and we were munching good stuff and sipping the
last of our coffee in the hot dry air. Rose's
preconditioning was still at work on her, and as we sipped
she asked me if I'd hypnotized myself in the car. "I guess
I did, just to get a nice deep sleep... remember, I was up
late packing!" I said lightly. "Mm-hmm, but, do you
dream?" I thought I know what she was getting at, and I
gave her a long, quietly intense look. "More than we
better talk about," I said, and she looked away. In a
moment, though, I heard her say "I've had dreams this
weekend too." I let it pass, and she soon lightened up.
"If you get us packed, I'll treat you to dessert." She
sauntered back to the van, while I shook out towels and
wiped off the plasticware. Then, around the back of the
van came a sight to behold. She was sporting a giant straw
hat she'd bought, sandals... and that curvaceous form was
barely encased in the bright green thong bathing suit! I
goggled at her obligingly as she stepped over to the table,
holding a paper plate of fruit from the cooler. She was
embarrassed a bit, I could see, so I kept it light.
"Comfy?" She gave me an arched look in return, then tried
her Svengali approach again, waggling her fingers (and
those marvelous tits!) at me under her straw brim. "Vy
don't you wear one und zee for yourzelf?" she hammed.
"You are geddink zleepy... zleeepy... und you vill be a
bathink beauty... yesss, a bathink beauty... eeee!" I
was suddenly the slave, obediently standing and reaching...
reaching for the ties of her G-string! "Yess, Masterrr, I
am a bathing beautyyy..." I said, as she bounced away from
my fingers, giggling. I stripped off my sport shirt and
began "sleepwalking" round the picnic table after her. "I
must pose for the contessttt..." I stopped after a lap or
two, and began posing, hipshot and Cosmo-esque, to her
outright laughter. "Brink to me the fruit, slave!" she
giggled, "feed meeee... fee-e-e-ek!" I was now pelting
grapes at her across the table. She returned fire, and it
got out of hand... CONK! she "accidentally" beaned me
with a Granny Smith! I reeled and theatrically sank to my
knees, instantly she was at my side, still giggling but
concerned. I was treated to a comforting (!) embrace, my
head cradled in apologetic hands, her soft bosom perfuming
the air just above. "You wore the suit, I hope you're
aware," I now pointed out. "Yeah, but I did it because I
wanted to," Rose said, then she pushed me away. "You cad,
sir! Your injuries were a sham!" "Be honest now, you
weren't going to do it untilll..." "Well, only 'cause
there wasn't anyone else here," she finally allowed. "You
can learn a lot about this, Rose," I said, "from observing
the difference in what you THINK and what you actually DO."
"You're not saying you MADE me wear the suit!" I didn't
answer, but finished packing. "I don't buy it!" "You wore
the suit," was all I would answer. After a short pause:
"Can you do it anytime?" she asked. "What?" I returned.
"Hypnotize me?" There, it was out! "You mean now?" She
nodded. "Sure I could, you're obviously eager to
experience a trance, I'd say you were more than halfway
there already." "Halfway... you mean... but I don't feel
sleepy!" But her eyes were now peering up at me from under
her haystack. "Show me." "We have to be going back. Can
I take a rain check? It's an empathy thing, I don't want
to get sleepy if I'm driving!" "All right," she
acquiesced, "that's the first sensible thing you've done
all lunch! I'll go change." My hiss subtly changed those
plans! **No, I'll just put on some things over it... I'm
sure he's a gentleman and it feels so good...** Repacking
over, I waited for her return. Now it was her turn to
fiddle with controls, plug in a cassette, recline her
chair, pull out a book, fidget, fuss and squirm. "What's
up?" I asked. "I don't know why I decided to keep this
on... I can't sunbathe in a car!" "What? The suit?" I
said, adding subliminally: **I'm going to ask him more
about hypnotism, it's sort of a turn on...If I took off
these shorts it would feel really better...** "You can at
least talk about it, or maybe you wouldn't even want to do
that?" "What... the suit?" I joked, "I'd talk about that
all day!" "No, about hypnotizing me... please?" She laid
a hand on my arm, and shook it lightly. Bulllgggge! I
"gave in." "You responded very well to my voice the other
day," I said, interjecting more whispers now and again.
**His voice is thrilling, sort of deep.** "...so I bet you
can do yourself if you want to try." "Yes, teach me!" she
demanded gently. "Do I need a pendulum or something?"
"No, but I found you to be very visually imaginative, and
I'd rather you not be watching the road again," I pointed
out with a chuckle, "so you can reverse your chair, and
I'll give you some ideas." Soon she was partially
reclined, head near the dashboard, feet cocked up on the
middle seat. I fed her another notion: **I could look at
that chest all day, it's sexy!** "All right, relax your
body now, and look... look at, ahhh..." "I'll count your
chest hairs until I fall asleep!" she quipped, "you have
enough of them!" "No, forget about me, about everything
while you relax," I said. **I can't forget that voice!
Why do I feel so thrilled? But I'll relax and hypnotize
myself in a minute.** She nodded, and I instructed her to
stare hard at a bit of chrome in the rear of the van. "Now
begin telling yourself how relaxed you feel, over and over,
but don't drop your eyes, when you are really relaxed tell
me without looking away." **Maybe it would work better if
I talked out loud...** I suggested, and in a moment I heard
her. "...Relax, just relax now... how's this?" "I don't
know," I joked quietly... how do YOU feel?" "Relaxed!"
and she giggled a bit. "My armmms and leggs are sooo
heavvyyy..." **It does work, they do feel heavy...oh yes,
remember to stare really hard!** I inserted. Her face
stayed straight ahead now, and her eyes widened, at first
in an exaggerated fashion, but soon just wide, wide open.
"Yes, I feel so heavyyy nowww, remember to stare at the
spot, let my whollle body become heavy and relaxxxed,
ahhh... yes, I'm relaxed already..." **My vision fuzzy...
can't help thinking about John, thinking that John is
hypnotizing me, it's easier if I imagine his voice...**
"Everything's relaxing, very very relaxed," came her more
detached murmur from the passenger seat, "My eyes are fixed
on the light, it's getting harder to keep staring... I
can't believe how fast it works, John! I feel a little
floatinggg..." **I can go into a trance** I whispered,
**letting myself dream a little about John's voice...
John's hands... imagine them stroking me, breathing would
deepen, eyes feel strained...** "Heavy arms, heavy legsss,
my eyes are tired, so very tired, they are heavy and I
can't keep them open much longer, ahhhh, I feelll myself
beginning to driffft... I'm driftinnng, ahhhh....
ahhhh.... ahhh..."
Concluded (!) in Chapter 6B
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