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Subject: "The Highway Hypnotist" (mf, mc, hyp, cons, mast) Part 2
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The Highway Hypnotist
Part 2
All this fun took up much of the remainder of that afternoon's
driving. I worked over and over on her open, yielding mind, arranging
several posthypnotic commands, strengthening the amnesia I wished
to impose, and so on. Again and again I stressed my unbreakable,
irresistible power over her body and mind, and she willingly
repeated all the dogma with what looked like almost religious
fervor!
"Wake up now Rose," I finally said quietly. Her eyes opened. She
was intently staring down the highway as she had been earlier, and
she shook her head and rubbed her eyes.
"Wow... have I... ahhh... did you...?"
"I'm tired of driving now, and I want to see how you do. Feel
good?"
"Oh, jeez, I feel great!" she enthused, stretching as far as the
auto
would allow. Her breasts thrust upwards in my peripheral vision.
"How good do you feel?"
"Just like a turtle!" came the response, followed instantly by a
giggle. "I meant, just like a turtle. I don't know why I said 'turtle'
when I meant to say 'turtle.'"
I did!
We swapped positions again, this time I was so sure of my
success that I relaxed into a heavy afternoon nap almost at once.
I awoke with a start. The sunset was passing into evening's quick
desert darkness. The car hummed along. I had become aware of a
repetitive touch along my arm and left hand. I had been asleep so
deeply that I forgot what was going on myself!
"Whzzat? Anything?" I mumbled drowsily, and then I heard a low,
crooning murmur from Rose.
"No, I'm fine, everything's fine we have an hour to go, you get
some
rest, I'm driving fine, go on back to sleep now..."
My right hand felt her fingers pressing warmly into my palm, and I
remembered what I had hoped would occur. I snuggled around and
feigned sleep. Momentarily things were still, then, over the road hum
and engine noise, her low seductive crooning began anew.
"...Mmm yes... yesssss..." came the low hiss, "the strong strong
hands, mmm..." again my left hand was stroked and clasped. "Mmm,
sooo strong alll over me, all over everywhere... ohhhyess so warm
and strong and gentle the fingerssss..." and I heard a quick break in
her voice and my forearm was now lifted and my arm laid across the
top of her thighs!
"I've dreammmed about your hands, Johnny," came the lowered
voice, almost a ragged whisper as her fingers gently manipulated my
own, brushing in and out of my palm, pressing the back of my hand
down into her lap, where I could sense a deep heat throbbing gently.
"Dreammed your hand and fingerrrs were on me, they were
everywhere, I - I had no secrets, Johnny, my darling Johnny, your
hands find out all my secretsss so smooth and - and dark and thick
and stronnnggg... mmmhhhh feel sooo goood I didn't want to I
shouldn't but I had to, I had to, I hadtohadtohadto..."
Now her hand with more urgency was sliding my own upturned
wrist back and forth along her upper thigh, now and again lifting it
up and clasping it against her midriff. My hand sank into the soft
flesh of her belly beneath its shirt (as my cock renewed a more
urgent throbbing just inches away), and was pulled up against the
heavy weight of her soft, soft bosoms!
Would she cross the line to overt sexuality in this "waking" state?
My orders had been just to let herself daydream aloud, without
thinking at all about what she was doing or saying, while her waking
mind concentrated on driving skills and mental alertness.
"I-I hope you never find out how I need you, Johnny..." came the
low
murmur once more, "need those hands so much, so strong, ooo stroke
me now, sofffftly, sofffftly so you don't wake up darling..."
I had been concerned about things going too far, and it seemed as
if I'd have to try and defuse her, but just then my hand was replaced
tenderly in my lap (brushing that monstrous pole that now pronged
down my pants leg again!) and I heard rustling noise as she
rearranged herself quietly.
Then a muted click and shortly the local public radio station was
filling the car with classical sounds.
I stirred.
"Did we have a lovely little sleep?" came an entirely different,
mischievous voice, as I feigned a large yawn. "We're getting into
town, and I don't know about you, but I'm hungry!"
"God, how did the driving go?"
"It's so great, John!" she enthused, wriggling with little-girl
glee.
"I was alert the whole time... it was wonderful! I paid attention to
plants, and signs, and cracks in the road..."
I glanced ahead, city traffic was not heavy, and I wanted to test
her again, I turned to face her and my left hand crept behind her
headrest as she chattered on. Now, reaching over her hair, my
fingers pressed suddenly into her forehead lightly and I said:
"Waking trance now."
"...And it was the most, the mmmmm..." her voice sank away in
mid-sentence. I was ready to grab the wheel, but she responded
perfectly! Her eyes remained opened, and I heard only a small sigh
escape her lips.
"Deep deep waking trance, you are again deeply hypnotized as you
drive carefully and alertly to our motel. Do you remember the
directions?"
"Yes," escaped the answering sigh from the lips set in the placid,
blank face of my companion.
"You are responding perfectly to my control. You love, it, you
need
to feel controlled and dominated, as if you had no will whatsoever."
"Yes," came the instant response.
"You have had many fantasies about me, Rose, I know you have... "
"Yes."
"You may speak more normally from your deep hypnotic state," I
instructed. "You like to imagine my strength overpowering you, as I
have with my will."
"Yes... I-I mean, yes, I've th-thought that sometimes." Her voice
was hesitant, but I ignored the tone.
"But you sense how gentle my strength is, how you want to trust
it, that it will only control you, never hurt you..."
"Oh, oh, yes, that's it!" she said, more animatedly now.
"And I have had many male fantasies about you... about your soft,
yielding womanhood, Rose."
"You... have... yes. You had some today didn't you?"
The question caught me unawares and I was shortchanged for an
answer.
"You know... you felt sexy, I know you did... you do... don't you
think
I have a sense of smell?" she said, almost giggling! "Your perfume...
YOU know... from... from there..." and she became subdued again
suddenly. "We're not just soft little sex toys."
My musky odor was now brought back to my attention, and I'm sure
I blushed! I'm glad she'd never remember jerking my chain that
easily.
"Of course you're not, you're strong, a strong woman, and of course
your NEEDS are strong, and getting stronger, aren't they?"
She gulped a little. "Oh, if you only knew..."
"I do know, and we both know now that I can help our fantasies
come alive, Rose, come alive... yes you did smell me, you probably
smell me right now as I let your senses heighten in intensity..."
"Yes, you smell strong now... but I like the smell... it means...
th-
that... th-that..."
"Go on, the smell means that I am... what?"
"You're - you're *turned on*" she dropped to a whisper, and I saw
her tongue sweep across her lips. I heard a pleading tone suddenly in
her voice. "John... are you sure? Are you sure it will be all right?"
"Rose, be silent now," I ordered brusquely. "I have mastered you so
completely, you would forget your own name if I directed you. You
can forget, and... you can remember too. Remember Lesson Two now,
Rosie. Say Lesson Two."
The response was instantaneous: "Lesson Two. I feel your total
control through my entire body and mind. I feel so good when I am
under your hypnotic power. I feel dominated and controlled, and I
deeply want to feel your power penetrate me."
Her voice had grown robotic again, and my cock surged anew
watching her blanked expression.
"And the other? About forgetting? Which Lesson is that?"
"Lesson Four. Whenever you kiss me and tap my mind I will
instantly become completely ready for my orders. My eyes will open
wide and you will see deep inside my mind. Your voice will tell me
what to forget, and my mind will obey. When you tap my mind three
times, I will awaken."
"Yes, you see how easily you remember and forget, Rosie, and you
make me very excited just now. Continue driving, and give me your
right hand."
The point of no return. Spurred by my painfully mis-shaped
erection lumping up again in the leg of my shorts, I set her hand
down right on my thigh.
"It's hot, your hand and fingers feel so sensitive now you can feel
everything, it's very exciting to you, your hand is being pulled slowly
over, it wants to, you will let go now and I am summoning your hand,
Rose. Slide it to the right."
Her illusion of control breaking down definitively now her
breathing caught and became more shallow. Closer and closer to my
crotch she let her fingers creep, and then..."
"Oooohhhh... yesssss..." I heard the faint hiss of pleasure as she
finally encountered my tumescence. A split second more she
hesitated, then the soft, hot palm slid directly over the fat bulge.
My body reacted with almost as much excitement. The surge was
almost frightening, as I felt my asshole pucker shut as my buttocks
squeezed themselves together involuntarily.
"You are excited as I am, Rosie," I managed to gasp out. "Just
gently explore our fantasy now, and talk about it..."
"It's a nice, nice big thinggg..." and she slid out towards my
bulging
glans, then back again. The hand squeezed gently down, and I know
she felt the answering clenching of my whole sexual being. "Nice,
John, nice, Johnny... Johnny, it feels so tight in there, does it hurt,
Johnny? It feels so cramped and tight..."
"It feels just the way you wish it to feel, Rose, just like you
love
it to feel, but your touch is so exciting to me, I'm sure ... I'm
*aahhh*
sure you can tell...."
"Oh yes, Johnny, I can feeeellll everythinnnggg... mmmmm, I bet
you like to be touched very lightly, don't you, but I like to slide my
hand allll over it... mmmm I just felt it jerk hard... is it too much,
darling?"
I had about enough self-control left to order her to pull the car
over, into an unused daytime parking lot. I was sure this encounter
would be over soon... my cock was letting me know in no uncertain
terms that my balls had had enough stimulation, thank you!
I know that my cock felt both inflamed and trapped by the
constricting material that held it bound to lie tightly along my
thigh... it so wanted to burst free of its confinement, and she sensed
this immediately.
"Does his big thing want to get out? Mmmm?" crooned my willing
seductress, her fingertips from both hands free to torment my stalk
now. "I'm hypnotized and I'll never ever remember that I'm... I'mmm
oooh, I feel your pulse, darling, do you want me to stroke it more? Of
course it wants to be strooooked and strooooked over... and over... and
overrrrrr..."
I think the whole car must be jerking now to my pulse; getting
more heated, I lean forward and my trembling hand finally pulls the
pants leg back, scraping the super-sensitive skin of my desperately
quivering tube that now pokes well out into the musky atmosphere of
the car. Her fingers fluttering and hovering, sampling, it seems,
every bump and vein as she murmurs to it:
"Yesss, my darling is getting ready now, ready, so ready, oh, yes,
Johnny's going to do it... do ittt..."
I'm ready... there have already been two barely-suppressed spasms
that take all my resistance, but that heavy, leaden pulse is just ...
going... to ... going to... I can't hold more than another couple
seconds,
I barely husk out to my tormentor:
"It's going to come out, Rose, your fingersss are teasing it out,
it's the most beautiful perfume, the most delicious creamy treat,
you're hungry to have it all, make it fl-fl uhhgmghhh... floww out into
your hand, oh, Rose I love your hand, I can't hold it, can't... umh...
holllddd it back..."
"No, darling, I won't let that big thing hold back any more, it
wants to give up to Rose, darling, you are in my hand, Johnny it's big
and hot and hard I want it now, I'm going to jiggle you darling,
jigglejigglejigglejiggle... oohhh I want to feel it happen... here you
come... here... now... now... now... Oh!"
She responds like a little girl as my knees stretch apart and my
buttocks thrust my member as far out as it will stretch, and the
first little *pang* of my release opens the floodgates, and then a
large *thud* as her manipulating hand is jerked upright, and the
first blast shoots out into her curling hot palm poised at my bulging
glans here's another *thud* as my body tries to launch my shots of
semen as an archer launches a long-distance arrow... "ummmmgh!"
wrenched from my gut, and then "nnnaaahhh" as now comes the most
immense pleasure surge... over and over with subsiding urgency but
more tenderness I pour forth my thick, molten cream, flowing out as
she jiggles my shaft gently, feeling me subsiding yet still pulsing
with life, dying out... dying out, relaxing now...
The roaring of my own blood has shut down all sound, but now I
hear her continued murmurs of tender coaxing: "here's a whole cup of
thick cream for me darling, right in my hand, are you finished,
Johnny? Getting so sleepy now?" Indeed I'm almost comatose with
this incredibly strong afterglow, when I see her raise her come-
filled palm to her lips.
Her hummingbird's tongue reaches out to touch it, she inhales
deeply, then tips her palm towards her, and...
"Slll-l-lp-p--pppp!" comes the sound of my essence being suckled
in over her pouting lips and... Jesus, the most wrenching, surprising
feeling as my nearly spent cock surges again! and with the soft spurt
of a belated few drops along my knee comes a sensation... I can't
even describe it! except maybe, as if I were passing a large bowel
movement through my penis, as if my insides were turned inside
out... very nearly pain, and the following ache in my nuts lasted for
at least an hour!
"mmmh... mmmhhhh" and similar grunts are all I could manage for
another minute, as I saw her smile and lick all round her fingers,
then reach down to my member, still rubbery-firm, and lift it away
from my thigh. Her gentle fingers bestowed the tenderest of little
pats as she lifted my shorts out enough to push it back into a
position of more comfort. Her saliva-slick fingertips wipe my knee
clean of my congealing spunk, and again the fingers were conveyed to
her willing lips.
"MMMmmm... it's so yummy!" she said, looking at me with some
sparkle in her eyes. "Did Rosie make Johnny reallll realll hot?"
"ahhh... ahh God," I croaked, then, gathered myself together and
tried to sit up straight.
"Can't you even talk? My, my, you almost boiled over out of your
little teapot, didn't you? Mmmm..."
I held her to me, and we began a deep kiss, so different from the
little social pecks we had allowed ourselves in the past! Her lips
parted eagerly and my tongue, pushing into her soft hot mouth,
tasted my own juices mingling with her saliva. Our tongues played
with each other, and I felt yet another of those little almost painful
sexual after-shocks from my groin.
I knew that she wanted "absolution" or at least forgetfulness now,
she had spelled that out to me in no uncertain terms. In mid-kiss my
fingertip now tapped her atop her soft, dark crown. Instantly her
tongue stopped its wriggling, and I felt her lower jaw droop away.
Pulling back, her face in my hands, I beheld her eyes. Drooping and
heavy-lidded, they were opening slowly wider. Wider. And now they
stared up into my own, like a bird must look at a serpent. The white
showed all round the dark irises; even under the night glow of the
sparse street lamps I could see she was deep.
In my best Bela Lugosi manner I widened my own eyes
commandingly and bored my steady gaze right back at her. I intoned,
deep as I could:
"And now, my subject, I have hypnotized you deeply, and you will
obey me. Look deeply into my eyes. Yes, and now I remove and erase
forever all waking memory from your open, helpless mind. From the
time I placed you in waking trance to now... gone forever, except in
your pleasure dreams. You have already forgotten, but you will
always be ready to comply with my desires, with my total power
over you. Say 'yes, Master.'"
My captive's slack mouth murmured "ehyessss... assssterrr..." and
now I turned her face-forward and commanded my slave to resume
driving. She pulled out into traffic.
"I will bring you back to quick wakefullness now." And I tapped her
on her head three times, lightly.
With the smallest start, her voice picked up her dropped thread
from a half-hour before:
"...most I've ever driven before without getting sleepy! You know,
I
owe you a dinner, eh?" and she poked me in my fairly substantial
tummy, "a nice big one, I think, no?" she said, chuckling.
Soon we were checking into our fairly luxurious motor lodge. We
were of course renting separate rooms, but I did get adjacent ones,
and soon found they had a connecting doorway... as we all know, else
how else could this fantasy continue?
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