Carmel - Chapter One (the only one so far!)

This is my account of some very stimulating sexual hypnotism I witnessed (and later practiced) back in the seventies. I had been a World Culture dilettante like so many others in those days, and because I'd never minded being a showoff, I became involved (in many ways) with a remarkable woman named Sofia.

I'd been watching belly dancers who were performing occasionally when I'd eat at a local Middle Eastern restaurant, and I remember thinking that dancing could keep my tendency to flab under control. I didn't sport the fulsome flesh of the "typical" practitioner in this folk-art; I am shortish, with trim but slightly stocky legs, narrow-waisted and my torso and arms are slender. Well, they WERE slender in those days!

I'd just graduated, and was "finding" myself, working as a receptionist to pay for my apartment. I'm not ashamed to say now that I'd been a typically pampered only daughter who'd never paid much close close attention to others, and who had very nebulous notions of economic, personal or sexual reality in the world.

I signed up for belly-dancing lessons, and started going there every week or so. Remarkable things happened.

The instructor who took six or seven of us "under her wing" was a plumpish woman with incredible light-olive complexion and a happy glint in her eye. She had lived in Cyprus for most of her childhood, then was naturalized some twenty years before our acquaintance. She spoke with only the barest trace of accent, which nevertheless made her seem exotic to the assembled housewives, college coeds, and me.

Sofia was eventually to show me a very narrow, but fascinating slice of life.

I earned her approval by practicing hard, and I eventually earned something more than approval... her personal attention.

This woman was truly magnetic. Those of us who stayed beyond the tryout stage were still fascinated by her accent, her steady gaze and her subdued but very powerful aura. She was never harsh or catty, even when our incompetence must have gotten on her nerves! We were all used to a simple request to watch her more closely, often accompanied by a guiding hand on a hip or shoulder.

Her touch too... well, nowadays we read about training pets by touch, and I know how those animals must feel... secure, encouraged and treasured all at once... from the gentle pressure of a knowledgeable palm. Sofia probably could have made a mint as an animal trainer. Her more veteran students could occasionally run through a fifteen-minute routine guided almost exclusively by her pats and pressures! At the end of a lesson, when we left the restaurant, our own voices, unused for sometimes an hour or so, sounded harsh in our own ears after her gentle lilt.

We didn't know much else about her, we saw her only at the Acropolis, on Mondays when it was closed to the public. Aside from the occasional staff passing through, Uncle Tarky seemed to be the only person in the building.

Like Sofia (I gathered), Tarachis was in his late forties. With greying thick hair and big moustache, squinty eyes, belly and cigarette, and his quiet manner, you wouldn't ever confuse him with Zorba the Greek! He sat up front in a booth, working on the restaurant books I guess, casting an occasional glance back at the five or six nearly-nude bodies glistening in leotards or lacy costumes on the small stage at the rear. We soon lost all interest, and even awareness of his presence as we gyrated and shimmied for Sofia.

I continued lessons for almost six months, and was really getting into dancing. Not so much the dancing, but the communication of sensuality. I felt it even when my limbs and abdominal muscles ached... the awareness of my body, and of the attention I imagined an audience would pay to me. I was a ham, in fact!

One Monday in early March the streets were frozen-slushy, and for some reason the battery in my Beetle had gone nearly dead. Shit! We had finished our practice, and the other women had already gone their own ways when I asked Uncle Tarky if I could phone a cab.

I hadn't changed out of my tights yet, meaning to shower etc. when I got home. Tarachis bounced the phone up onto the counter without speaking. As my coat fell open I shook out my ash-colored hair and gave him yet another smile, with more than a hint of "come-hither" embedded within. All of which reaped only a puff of some vile Turkish smoke in my direction as he settled back in his booth.

My pique changed to frustration redoubled when the Yellow Cab people gave me something like an hour-and-a-half waiting time! Double shit! I asked Tarky please not to lock up yet, and ran outside to try the car again. Zilch. It was dark now, and I managed to slip on a bumpy patch of ice. My leg stretched out sideways and I felt a little twinge up in a thigh. As I flounced back into the Acropolis and sat down by the counter again, I was seized by a cramp of some strength.

"Shit... shitter... shittest!" I groaned, and actually heard a small chortle from the man! But I was really in tears, as much of frustration as of pain... no, I remember that I thought I had torn something perhaps. I knew as little about my own body as I did about anything else in those days!

"Ah, little bird, what is the matter?" I saw Sofia striding up to the front, dressed in sweater and long skirt now, her hair neatly combed out, but still barefoot. She cast a glance at Tarky, and some Middle-Eastern dialogue rapped out between them. I was bent over holding my inner thigh, trying to bend the leg, and straightening it out instantly as it knotted up again.

"Here, now, stretch it out here, and arch your foot, no keep your knee straight... achh!" she hissed as I jerked back with another whimper. It was the first impatience I had ever seen her display! "Now now, little bird, control! You can work through this... tsk! such a small amount of control... how you girls think you will take your place in the world... tsk!" she clucked.

She waved me back towards a long booth whose seat ran along one wall. Sofia eased me downwards onto the cushion. Truth to tell, the cramp had eased somewhat already under her instructions, but I still could not flex my knee without feeling the muscle spasm. Sofia pulled the two tables away from the wall, and sank to her knees at my side.

The restaurant was warm and dim, the lights mostly off now, and only a weak winter illumination from the front plate glass. Her hands grasped and pulled at my calf, holding my knee slightly off the cushion. I found myself feeling much better, and began complaining about my car. I thought I must have left the lights on or something.

Her hands now slid over my knee, under my calf around my thigh. She watched her hands work without speaking.

"... And the cabs are all busy for a... ahhhh..." I suddenly found myself relaxing, her hands were so warm and sure of themselves! I had never received a real massage before, and I gave a thankful sigh.

"Oh, yes, it is getting better as you can relax your knee, it was twisted... do not fret so much, little bird... you must wait here for a bit while Sofia teaches you some control, and Tarachis will see about your car. Give me your full weight now, Carmel, let your leg just rest in my hand. No, dear... the full weight... you know I am quite strong... there, and now just lie back."

The silent moments past, then I heard Sofia humming under her breath, as her marvelous hands supported my leg's mass, supported, cradled and pressed and turned it this way and that. Her voice was contralto and pure as it wound its way around some very exotic scale.

"Is that from Cyprus?" I asked presently, and she said "No, it is a magic song from Crete, or perhaps Thessalonia," she answered softly. Her hand never stopped moving, and her voice now sang in a strange language full of consonants, but it was as much a chant as a song.

I'd somehow forgotten my problems, and just lay still, my eyes roaming the tables and booths, and curtains, and her hands maneuvering, manipulating me so smoothly... I found myself just... content, I guess, and not caring about time any more... things would work out.

Time stopped, in fact. I closed my eyes for a while, suddenly feeling luxuriously relaxed, just content to let things work out. Like my thigh. Had it ever ached? No, that was in the past, just a fading memory, fading into deep, relaxing crooning.

The voice soothed, the language unfamiliar, more humming than speech, I thought, Sofia is singing a lullaby. A lullaby. I might have murmured the word aloud.

I wanted to sink down and let the voice go on... go on forever, because time was slowing, slowing and relaxing like my muscles. All my muscles felt so relaxed now, that when the hands slid up from my leg, onto my shoulder and down to an elbow, it felt so naturally heavy and relaxed... just to remain still... that I felt a tiny bit of amusement that she could even lift it up! It felt so heavy!

The voice didn't make words. It wasn't a voice, it felt like... felt like...

Sofia's sounds made me feel content. When I felt her hand lift my leg and turn it, I remember wondering how such a heavy, relaxed weight could even move. I felt my face muscles relax ever so heavily into a smile. I was smiling somehow, though I don't know how I could even begin to move myself... I felt totally still, heavy and relaxed. I was losing all my cares, there were no cares. I was content to drift... to drift and float so very heavily as the lullaby... the lullaby turned into a question somehow, a sound that made me want to answer. I wanted to speak, my heavy, heavy jaw was so relaxed that I could barely shape the word "Yes."

I felt the gentle hiss as the "sss" sound made it out into the heavy, still air past my soft, heavy lips. It was a sigh, a deep, deep sigh more than a word. My lips were... they felt thick and soft, as if they were... deep soft pillows.

Now I felt I should try again, gently, heavily, softly. This time, from far away, my ears heard another sound, my own voice, I guessed. It hummed, and made my head feel funny, sort of buzzing. "Hmmmmm."

Another deep breath, so easy to slowly, slowly take in the air, and slowly slowly to hummmmm it all out. The humming went on afterwards, I think. My head felt like it was in an echoing place, under an engine or something that hummed.

Another deep breath. Deeper. My chest lifted up, my shoulders so relaxed they bent back a little as the warm lullaby filled me... annnnd... "Hmmmmmmaaaaaaahhh."

I don't know how many times I felt this. I felt I could speak a little better now, and there was another question for me. The answer was... was somewhere deep inside me... deep inside me...

"Deep," I breathed. And now two sounds: "Verrry deeep..." I felt pleased that I could respond. Respond. I was responding. "Very deep... Sofff... Soffiiiaaa..."

I felt as if I wanted to float away, but could do nothing about it myself. My limbs were completely relaxed. Totally relaxed. I wanted to remain this way forever. "Forr... everrr..." I breathed. To float up into the air so heavy and deep into the air... into the air... something was going to float into the air, gently, deeply, I felt...

...Something puffy and warm was being pulled up off the ground. Pulled up smoothly and deeply.

"Deeply," I said, and realized that the most heavenly sensations were filling my arm! I knew I was smiling more now, it was so wonderful to feel the arm bobbing upwards, pulled and floated up into the deep. Unexpectedly, I almost wanted to giggle as the arm floated high and away, away far from me, far from any control. It pointed up into the sky, pointing up to some sounds, following the sound round and round...

"Round and round," I murmured, it was all like a deep dream a dream of something I had heard about somewhere... something about an old god from long ago... the god of sleep. Yes. Her name was... the arm pointed at the name.

"Hypnos."

Yes. Hypnos, the god of deep, deep hypnotic sleep. I knew I felt so sleepy from the lull... the lulling...

"I feel so sleepy." Of course I did, but it wasn't sleep, it was "slip." That's it! I realized, slip! I was slipping into a deep, deep, deeeeee...

"I feel that I'm slipping." Where? I heard the answer: "Into hypnosis." Everything loosened up then, the arm felt impossibly heavy and sank down, down, down... the head slipped over, the jaw opened and fell, the legs weighed a ton, and I knew I wanted it... wanted it so strongly!

"Sssss," was all I could say. "Sss" meant "yes," it meant "hypnossss," it meant "hypnosissss," it meant I felt so good about being... being in hypnosissss, about resssssponding to ssssuggesssstionsssss, about feeling completely controlled, yessss! I felt no concern about resssisssstanccce... It was imposssible to resssisssst her.

It was about feeling that Sssssofia was hypnotizing me.

I wanted Sofia to hypnotize me. Responding was automatic, now. I heard myself answer clearly, like a far-off bell:

"Please, Sofia, please hypnotize me."

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"Yes, I want to be completely hypnotized."

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"I will go deeply into your trance."

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"I am going into trance now." I plunged and flew and floated and sank. "I am falling into hypnotic trance now."

My arm jerked up and away. "Deeper into hypnosis." It fell with a plop and a jerk as my shoulder bent backward. "You are hypnotizing me completely, Sofia." I wanted it so badly, more than anything! "I must follow your voice." The arm turned out sideways, the powerful hands stroked it and it turned into steel. Things were placed on it, heavy things. The steel would never bend. "It is so stiff, my arm is hypnotized, Sofia." And it was.

Deeper and deeper I plunged. "I want nothing but to hear your voice," I hummed. "You make me want to be hypnotized."

I could sit up now, though my arm couldn't help me, stuck out stiffly to one side. Now I heard the Priestess again clearly. The Priestess. From the temple of Hypnos. Hypnos wished to see his subject. He wanted his subject to dance. Naked. My arms were returned to me, and I hurried to remove every stitch of clothing, because my body suddenly was telling me that it was aroused.

"For the present, Carmel, your panties may remain," said the voice. I must have shown some unconscious reluctance to strip all the way, but I didn't realize it at the time!

The trance had begun releasing a deep arousal in me, and it was becoming more powerful by the second, more irresistible! My body was telling me of a deep hunger, a hunger to be satisfied and to satisfy however it was commanded. The humming in my ears and behind my closed eyelids had spread. My shoulders flexed and bent sensuously, my hands wanted to test my body urgently now, to test my arousal, but Hypnos would not permit this. I submitted (not that I could resist!), and the frustration piqued my sensuality further.

I'd always loved displaying myself, in school plays, in cheerleading, and now, before my tightly-closed eyes, waited a powerful being, a demi-spirit, an ancient power that already knew that between my legs was being stoked an erotic furnace, that the muscles in my thighs were clenching and relaxing as I tested my weight; my arms now hung at my sides, my small proud bosoms pointing straight outward, my armpits moist with tension and the backs of my knees cool with perspiration.

I began to move. There was no music, but Sofia told me what to do. I obeyed Sofia. My body had already learned many of the motions, and I felt it respond, but now with a definite purpose. The purpose was to transmit my arousal to the watchers. My arms were released and they swung and moved languidly through the air. My hips swayed, and I found myself amazed at their relaxed flexibility, able to swing through greater angles, and to bring my thighs more contact, as they rubbed and flexed together.

Flexing and pressing inwards, again opening as the hips tilt and squeeze, tilt and squeeze, my arms reaching outward, holding the air, beckoning, yearning for all eyes to be upon my body. My naked body. My buttocks clenching separately then together, separately then together.

You are arousing us, came the voices in my mind, and I felt my frame jerk slightly with a shudder, as heat renewed flooded my groin. Occasionally as I raised my arms high above my head I felt a slippery bicep against nose or cheek, oiled with glistening perspiration. My exposed armpits felt a chill, and I knew, though I was now almost desperate to rub them, that my nipples were standing out. Thrusting outward to the watchers.

I was twenty-four at the time, in a fairly free age where sex was no longer whispered about. I had had partners. I had certainly taught myself to masturbate. I loved masturbating. I owned tubes of scented oils at home. I owned a palm-sized massager which was quite familiar with my genitals.

But it was all based on contact, on rubbing and squeezing, circling with palm and heel of hand and fingertips. Nothing in my experience had yet prepared me for masturbation by dance. And yet it happened! Sofia made me come, just by dancing!

I heard her whisper encouragement: "You feel deeply deeply aroused as you dance."

I moaned, and my hips flexed jerkily a bit, out of their swaying pulsation and into a more blatant motion.

"Show us your arousal, Carmel. Now."

My fingers glided straight down to my hips. They encountered sopping wet, fragrant fabric saturated with my juice. They slid the damp cloth from my body, and freed my sex to waft its odors outward, outwards to entice the watchers in... in... come into me!

"Come... come... come..." I heard my own voice as I pushed my pelvis forward, then hunched my buttocks backward, pressing the slick thighs together, then again. The pressure at their junction now felt like a vibrating heaviness, like a network, a spider web of sensation was building there, like I had to rub myself, I HAD to rub myself... one touch would release me, just one...

...But they did not allow me this. "Vibrate your buttocks now," came the command, and I began to shake. "Harder. Faster, Carmel... good."

It must have looked as if I were in some reducing machine! My breathing was ragged now, my attention confused and split between the commands, the sounds of my panting and the burning swelling feeling in breast and pubis, burning... swelling... shaking and shaking and shaking over and over and over and...

"Oh... oh... oh!" burst out as I felt the swelling surmount an invisible crest, and I began to fall at last. "Ohhh!" My thighs pressed tightly, my knees knocked together and pressed, everything pressing and focussing inward as I froze for a few moments, buttocks quivering, aware of my breasts dangling down nipples like hot rubies, like superheated gems weighting the tits down... the tits... my titties...

"Straighten up now," came a sharp order burrowing through the roaring in my ears. "Straighten up and open your eyes, Carmel. You will remain deeply hypnotized."

Yes, yes, of course I would! The still air felt suddenly colder as my body released all sorts of sweat... from everywhere as it climaxed! I didn't know where I was, the room was dark, but seemed very bright after having my eyelids closed for so long.

I was looking inward still, inwards as my vagina continued its contractions, and my clitoris pulsed unattended. My vision locked on the figure of Sofia, standing before me. Her masterful hands were on her hips as her eyes roamed up and down my shaking frame. Her eyes were so dark in the room, but I tried to search them for reassurance maybe... then I was the other figure behind her and back to one side.

A large man was there. My breathing stopped for an instant, but Sofia said, "Carmel. Hear me. You are completely mine to control. You realize you enjoy seeing him, you need to see his arousal. Look and enjoy your powers over his body!"

I looked again. He was very furry, like some old satyr with a muscular-looking paunch. His head was almost white in the gloom. Beneath his naked belly hung his organ. Even in the dim light I could see two very large furry balls hanging there. Hanging down deep, deep and arousing. My pelvis gave another clench as my gaze fastened on his penis. Thick and fat, drooping very slightly but definitely erect! The shaft so fat that the head seemed almost to disappear. It looked huge! It was really only about 6 inches in length, I learned later. But the balls were enormous.

"He is captivated by your sex," Sofia told me, and my eyes instantly swept back to her face. My gaze clung to her face, I was so confused, still highly- charged... but some portion of me realizing that I'd done an erotic hoochy- kootchy dance for an elderly man who I barely knew!

"Yes, and you have shown a willingness to fall deeply into trance." Her mouth formed the words, and I again felt an inward mental lurch as I thought she was putting me to sleep again. I was in a hurry to follow her orders. My eyelids immediately felt swollen and heavy. "No, Carmel, watch his penis now. Fix on it as I demonstrate my other abilities to you."

There it was again, and I heard her voice now in another tongue, and he moved up closer to us. His thick forearm lifted up, up like his thick thick penis, lifted his gnarled hand towards my body! His hand burned as the calloused flesh brushed and pressed my rib cage, and I heard myself gasp. Another rush of wetness between my legs.

"The organ is mine, even though someday you may feel it pressing into your sex," Sofia said,"pressing deeply up inside your sex," and I immediately wanted that to happen! I wanted to lay and part my thighs and feel that thing pressing in, in, in! It pulsed down there, just a few feet away from my pudendum.

"I... I want him to... to..." was all I could whisper.

"You want him to fock you," she said. "Fock. You want to lay under him, Carmel and you want to feel his hard sweaty weight bear you down as you are deeply focked."

"Oh, yesss, fuck me, fuck me, it's coming again!" I marvelled. My knee was damp from my trickling genitals, damp and hot from my leakage.

"Be still now and see," was the rejoinder. "You may move enough to watch, but you will not touch yourself." And as his phallus surged up more and more from its thick nest of hair, I was aware that Sofia herself was shedding her garments. She was turning away from the man, she was crooning at him and his belly vibrated as his legs carried his thick hot cock to approach her from the rear.

Sofia herself had a very full voluptuousness to her. Her own belly was soft and rounded, but not a pot, and only the slightest hint of sagging flesh. She turned her wide pelvis towards her... her what? It was Tarachis of course, Uncle Tarky of the dour demeanor and the cigarette-stained horny fingertips... horny fingers, horny stiff fingers...

...I was dreaming that his fingers were travelling roughly over MY flesh, parting MY buttocks to expose MY organ to his penetration, as I watched him deftly display her glistening sex, then it disappeared as his two large buttocks smoothly ran his dick up and in. Her elongated dangling mammaries swayed and jiggled as he was into her up to the hilt.

I wanted MY tits to sway and jerk! I felt my body try to bend over in empathetic harmony with Sofia's. MY pussy felt empty, MY clit twinkled and ached between MY puffy labia! But all I could do was watch! I realized that as he pistoned smoothly in and out of her, that my hips were jerking again. I was hearing both of us gasping, both of us were being "focked" by this ancient monster, dearly beloved thick fat hot furry monster, plunging up into us, up inside us, up and up, up and up, up and...

Her head now lifted from where it had been dangling. His buttocks ceased their plunging, and strained inwards. He gave a loud low grunt, and then another, and then he pulled backward and out of her. His organ sprang up as it popped away, sprang up leaving threads of liquid between them, thick strands that broke even as more liquid was propelled towards her fat white buttocks. His pelvis shuddered and jerked once or twice more, and my eyes feasted on its fatness, as it drooped and drooped, dribbling fat droplets onto the floor.

Sofia straightened up and turned to me again where I stood shivering and yet still overheated there in the gloom. "Do you feel ready to have all your need released?"

"Oh! Yes, yes, please!" I heard myself beg. There was not even the most rudimentary sense of shame or even impropriety any longer. "Are you going to... going to make me..."

"I will have you myself, Carmel," came the response. "I wish to taste your heat and feel your thighs pressing my face."

Again, I suddenly wanted this to happen, it seemed so natural, so irresistible and right! Another woman was going to do things to my body! Intimate things! Moisture made its way down my thigh. I heard myself say yes, to ask her for her lips and tongue, to plead with her to hurry that I was hers to command, I was so ready!

I lay on the floor, my knees lifted and fell apart as if strings had been cut somewhere. My head rested in Tarky's lap, he had somehow managed to seat himself on the floor. His white-hot member burned the nape of my neck as I watched Sofia kneeling down, down, down there deep, looking up inside me, deep inside me. My pelvis lifted itself willingly up to seek release, blessed release. His hands, his hard horny palms found my ribs again, sliding over the puckered ridges of my nipples, sliding back up and away from the straining puckery pinkness... pinkness...

...And my eyes which had watched amazed as my body submitted instantly to his touch, now jerked back down to my deeper pinkness. There was no resistance whatever, only want and need. I felt as if I were foaming, foaming stimulating, bubbly juices from within me. Foaming up hot and ready, ready to be drunk, tasted and lapped thick and hot into the lips and tongue of my mistress, my priestess, my teacher and hypnotist. The thighs dangled loosely apart, jerking as the knees as my head was thrown backward into the cradling belly, my voice shouted and demanded, begged and called out as the stiff tongue and sucking lips pulled and rubbed, twiddled and jiggled, sucking my point up up up and in, sucking the point, the thorn, the tiny prick, tippling and tapping, stroking and laving it...

And now I felt the big surge... it all happened so quickly this time! My knees snapped inward, straightening my legs and trying to trap the torment into my crotch forever! Trying to have it all, all, all!

At the end of a long chain of surging climaxes (I'd never felt more than two or three before!), my knees fell apart, my arms rested, shuddering with my final sigh, onto the floor, and my head ceased its snapping motions and just let itself sink back into the hot hot flesh that kept it safe. Deep down into the hot flesh, deep back into hypnotic trance.

I knew it would never end. I would dream forever, give and take pleasure, dominate and submit, command and obey, dance and watch.