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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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