There are places where the terminally hip go to congregate, to see and be seen, and this was profoundly not one of them. It was a purveyor of grease, occasionally connected to otherwise nutritious food but sometimes not. It was only slightly redeemed by it's name Golden Vermin, a last grasp at irony, the Achilles heel of the American twenty-something.
Two friends were sharing an order of fried zuchini, (see above), and discussing their personal problems. One was an athletic specimen of the American male speeding down the descent past 25 yet not yet crushed against the speedwall of 30. He had light brown hair, or dark blonde hair depending on your preference. His companion was an attractive dark-haired girl that had been darker when freshly dyed. The conversation had started generally, wandering over a wide variety of subjects, but had settled on sex like so many conversations do among young people today. But this was not of the discussion of the "will we, won't we, why not" type. It was a mature discussion of their fetishes and the concerns thereof.
"You didn't really?" Jon asked.
"I really, really did." Michelle replied.
"You actually thought about it?"
"More."
"More than thought about it?"
"I plotted, I connived, I schemed."
"Plotted?"
"Up to and including schematic diagrams."
"Wow."
"That's all you have to say is wow?"
"You would prefer zoinks, or jeenkies?"
"No, wow is good."
"Michelle, are you putting me on?"
"I wish I was. I have really, really been fantasizing about underage girls."
"How underage?"
"Enough that I'm bothered by it."
"Fifteen?"
"Lower."
"Twelve?"
"Lower."
"Oh shit. That's all I want to know. How did this happen?"
"I don't know, how'd you get into mind control and erotic hypnosis. Why do you have a thing for boys in dresses? Why do some boyfriends like it when I call them dadddy?"
"You call your boyfriends Daddy?"
"Some of them."
"God you're weird."
"You went to trannie bars on two coasts and you're calling me weird? Where the fuck do you get off? You collected a comic called the Pervert Club!"
"Be fair, that was a really good comic and strictly pg-13."
"Okay, but look this isn't my fault."
"I know. I was just teasing. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know, I thought maybe I'd try and channel my unhealthiness into writing the way you do. Do you still post those erotic mind control stories?"
"Yeah, but I don't know if it's helpful."
"What do you mean?"
Here Jon hesitated, and scratched his ear. "It's just, well, I think I've gotten more into wanting someone to top me because of the stories I've written. You know, and my relationships tend to get more and more unhealthy when I write, rather than vice versa. So I don't think I'm exorcising demons so much as listening to them when I'm writing."
"But it helps some. At least when you're writing you're not doing anything."
"Yeah, but I'm thinking about doing some pretty unhealthy things when I'm writing. I don't know if it helps or not. Besides, what I'm writing won't get me arrested, not yet anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"Well in my law class we were reading about this guy who got arrested for writing about sex with children in his private papers. He got nailed for possession of child pornography."
"Yeah, but he didn't do anything, it was just written fantasies. I thought that wasn't considered child pornography unless there were actual pictures of children involved."
"They're broadening the statute."
"That's kind of spooky. I mean to be arrested just for what you've written down."
"I was offended myself."
"So what am I supposed to do."
"Maybe therapy."
"Therapy's never been demonstrated to work on curing pedophilia. Besides, a therapist is obligated to turn me over to the cops. I don't want to go to jail."
"You wouldn't, you haven't done anything."
"Even if they suspect I might, they have to notify the police."
Jon and Michelle stared at each other as they contemplated this sorry state of affairs. Jon didn't really blame Michelle, sexual kinks develop and they were really hard to control as he knew from experience with his own sexual obsessions. On the other hand he felt obligated to help his friend, and to protect children in his neighborhood.
"I've got an idea." he said.
"I'm not going to sleep with you."
"I've got another idea."
"I'm still not going to sleep with you."
"Damn. I've got a different idea."
"A different idea?"
"Yeah, I'll hypnotize you."
Michelle stared at her friend in shock at the outre idea. "Hypnotize me?"
"Yeah, in all the stories I've read people use hypnosis to change people's sexual orientations and preference all the time."
"But I thought hypnosis couldn't make you do anything you didn't want to do."
"Do you want to be attracted to dangerously underage children?"
"No."
"See, not a problem then."
"But..."
"But what?"
Michelle sighed prettily. "Well first what makes you think you can hypnotize me?"
"I don't know if I can, but I can give it a shot. I've read a whole bunch of hypnotic inductions on the internet. And I even have that tape by a hypnotic mistress. I think it's worth a shot."
"But..."
"You're afraid I might take advantage of you while you're under hypnosis."
"No."
"Really?"
"Okay, I'm afraid you might take advantage of me, maybe plant a suggestion that I have to sleep with you."
Jon eyed Michelle's curvaceous body. She was about 20 and had done some hard living but she was still very attractive with prodigious breasts. She was short, under 5'1 but that just made her curves more pronounced.
"Okay" he admitted "there's some justice to that. But you've been drunk before and always trusted me to sleep next to you."
"That's because the house was always filled with guys lest trustworthy than you."
"In other words I was the best of a bad lot, but not necessarily someone you'd wish to place your trust in?"
"Are you saying you won't do it?"
"Michelle, I honestly don't know. Yes it's a temptation. I think I can resist it but I won't know until I'm actually in the situation. Are you really that set against sleeping with me that you won't take a chance on being cured? Would you rather do nothing and see what happens?"
"But it's worse than that, you could make me your slave or something!"
"Remember how you said hypnosis can't make you do anything you don't want to do."
"But what if I want to?" she said then covered her mouth in surprise at the words that escaped.
"Really?" Jon said giving a devilish grin. "Than we'll have to talk more later, but for right now I promise I won't make you a slave."
"And you promise you won't make me sleep with you?"
Jon sighed. "I told you I can't promise that. Now enough, are you in or out?"
"I don't know. Give me time to think about it."
"Five minutes."
"Jeez." Michelle thought about it. She was really worried about the things she'd been fantasizing about. And considering she sometimes made money watching younger children it was downright scary. She didn't know if she'd been abused when she was younger, but she definitely had fantasies about being abused. And now it had mutated that she wanted to do the abusing. And that fell pretty much into the not good category.
She basically trusted Jon. After all he was basically a good guy and cared about people even if he'd rather die than admit it. But he'd been after her body since she'd known him and he just wasn't her type. Still he had a point, if sleeping with him was the price of the cure she would probably be willing to. Unfortunately that meant if he did give her that type of hypnotic suggestion, she'd probably go along with it. Which kinda sucked. Still she'd always wondered if his penis was really small, wrinkled and green as he'd always claimed.
"And yet powerful in the mysteries of the force." He'd always put in afterwards. Wait... She was jolted out of her reverie to realize he'd actually spoken those words aloud.
"Sorry" he said "but you were thinking pretty loudly."
That meant, in their private slang, that her thoughts had been plain on her face. She turned slightly sideways, placed her hand under her left breast and gave it a slight lift. That was her code for she found his sarcasm less than amusing.
"So are you in or out Michelle?"
"I'm in. Asshole." she put in flatly.
"Thank you." he said "I've worked hard to become so."
They adjourned to his apartment. The upper floor of a house actually with three separate bedrooms. No one else was home, so they were undisturbed as they went into his bedroom. He turned the lights off and lit some candles. He put in a Cat Stevens c.d. in his stereo and found a gem studded collar he'd bought recently.
He let it dangle from his fingertips so that it caught and reflected the candlelight admirably. He noticed it drawing Michelle's eyes and he continued to let it sway back and forth. While her attention was engaged he let his eyes rove over her body. Although she was wearing sweats and jeans he could make out the body underneath. He licked his lips quickly as he thought of what he'd like to do to that body. To have her breasts in his hands, to dress her in a garter belt and corset...He had to get his mind back on the job at hand. He noticed she had turned sideways and lifted her left breast again. She'd caught him staring and was letting him know he'd been blatant. Their standing agreement was he was allowed to ogle as long as he didn't make it obvious.
"Okay" he said "return your attention to the necklace."
"What necklace?"
"Okay, okay. Turn your attention to the collar. To the gemstones in the collar. Watch them reflect the candlelight. Look at the way they sparkle. So pretty. Just relax and watch the gemstones glitter in the candlelight. Listen to the music. So relaxing. Let yourself relax. Just watch the collar as it sways back and forth. Back and forth."
"You're starting to relax. It feels so good to relax. The collar is so pretty. So nice to watch the collar. To watch the pretty stones as they dance in the light. Swaying back and forth. Back and forth. You like to watch the collar. You don't want to do anything else but watch the pretty stones. So relaxed. So peaceful."
"You like to relax don't you Michelle. Don't answer. Just nod your head. And think how much you like to relax. To forget all of your problems. To let all of your worries disappear. So nice. You only have to watch the gemstones and you can relax. Relax. So relaxed."
Jon was feeling nervous when he began but found himself calming down. His words were affecting himself and he was entering a kind of light hypnosis of his own. Which was good because it slowed down his words and pace, not to mention distracted him from thoughts of her and the temptations he would suffer once she was hypnotized.
Still he watched her eyes as they followed the collar. They were starting to glaze slightly and she seemed to be blinking a lot. He was surprised to find this was getting him aroused. His cock was growing hard against his thigh and he could feel his ass clench rhythmically.
"Follow the collar with your eyes Michelle. Watch the stones as they glitter. Such pretty stones. And relax. Let yourself relax. Watch the stones and listen to my voice. My voice is so relaxing. So tired. You're eyes are getting heavy listening to my voice. You're feeling so relaxed. As you give up control. Let all you're cares and worries fly away as you give up control. So relaxing to let go. Let yourself go. Listen to my voice as you watch the stones. The stones are so pretty. Watch them sparkle. You can't look away. You don't want to look away. You want to go deeper into relaxation. Deeper and deeper into this hypnotic spell."
Michelle blinked her eyes. This sounded so cheesy. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Letting Jon hypnotize her. But she found her eyes drawn to the collar. She blinked again and it seemed like it took forever for her eyes to open again. Why did each blink seem to take longer and longer. She yawned. She felt so relaxed. And kind of a weird excitement. Like a tingle in her pussy. Maybe she had a slight hypnosis kink as well. She watched the collar. It looked pretty in the candlelight. They each sparkled in turn as it swayed back and forth. Back and forth. She could no longer distinctly make out what Jon was saying. It was like he was muttering or talking to her from really far away. Wish he would stop bothering her. She just wanted to relax. Just to watch the stones. The pretty stones. She yawned again. Then blinked. Except it was so hard to open her eyes.
"It's okay if you're eyelids are heavy Michelle. You don't have to open your eyes to see the stones. Just relax. You can see the candlelight and the collar in your mind. So pretty. Just relax. And see it in your mind. Swaying back and forth. You're so relaxed. It feels so good to relax. You feel good everywhere. Everywhere."
There. She felt it again. That tingling in her pussy. Only now it seemed to travel through her whole body. A reward for relaxing. Now she wanted to relax even more. To go into this deep relaxed state.
"It feels so good to relax. So good. You love to relax. To listen to my voice and relax. Makes you feel so good. How do you feel Michelle?"
"Goood." she slurred.
"Good." he echoed. "You are going even deeper into this hypnotic state for me. Going deeper into relaxation. So deep. You love to relax for me. To listen to my voice and relax. To give up control. What do you love to do Michelle?"
"Relax" she slurred barely able to make the words.
"It feels so good to give up control Michelle. So good. How does it feel to give up control Michelle?"
"Gooood" she said. Or at least he thought she did. It all came out mumble and drool. She was in a deep hypnotic slumber. His hard on threatened to tear his jeans apart. 'Note to self, next time hypnotizing a girl wear loose jeans.'
"Listen to my voice. You have given up control. You have given up control to the collar and my voice. My voice is the collar and the collar is my voice. My voice is your collar. My voice controls you. The collar is a symbol of my control. As you stare at the collar you feel my control. You must obey the collar. You must obey my voice. What must you do Michelle?"
"Mmmmm." she said and arched her hips. His cock strained even harder against the fabric of his jeans. God he wanted her. Okay, calm down he told himself.
"That's right. You must obey. I will give you three commands. All of these commands you must rigorously obey or you will never feel this relaxed again. Never feel this warm surrender. And you want to feel this again. Over and over again. You feel so good. Better than the best sex you ever had."
As he told her how good she felt she continued to writhe against the couch she was sitting in. She licked her lips. He almost came in his pants. He thought about baseball.
"That's right. It feels so good to listen to my voice. To obey. You love to obey. It feels so good to obey. The first command you need to obey is that you will no longer be attracted to underage girls or boys. You want to have sex with people around your own age. Do you understand Michelle, and will you obey."
"Mmmmm" she said and arched her chest out towards the sky as erotic sensations racked her body.
"I'll take that as a yes. Now the next command is that you will no longer want to be abused. You will make peace with your past and no longer need to reenact it. You don't need abuse. Do you understand and obey?"
"MMmmmm" said Michelle. Her whole body was on fire with pleasure. It felt so good to obey the voice. The voice controlled her so nicely. It felt so good to give up control. Her whole body convulsed with the pleasure of obedience. The need to obey. She felt so hot and wet. She wanted more obedience. She wanted her masters cock. Oh god she felt hot. More commands, she thought. Want to obey, command me voice!
"The third and final command is that you will be attracted to athletic twenty-something's who are sarcastic, super intelligent, modest, funny, blue eyed and who actually give a shit about you. You will find them attractive even where you haven't before. You will find them hot. You will need to seduce them. Seducing them is the closest you can come to the pleasure of obedience. You will want to feel their cock inside you. Feeling their cock inside you is like watching the collar or hearing my voice. It feels so good. Better than any orgasm you have ever had. Do you understand and will you obey?"
"MMmmmmmMMM!!!!" She screamed as her climax hit her. She arched her neck and thrust her hips deep into the cushions of the couch. "Aaaaahhhh!" She continued.
"That will be a yes then. Okay you are now going to come out of this trance for me. You are coming back to consciousness. As I count down from 5 you will grow more and more awake. But you will return to this state whenever you watch the collar sway before your eyes. Then you will return to peaceful, relaxation. But now you are waking up. 5 beginning to awaken. 4 rising up from the depths, feeling more and more refreshed. 3, coming closer to consciousness. Feeling so refreshed and relaxed.
2, almost awake now. So refreshed and a little excited. 1 and you are so close now. So relaxed and refreshed."
And then Jon snapped his fingers and Michelle was awake. She stared at him goggle eyes. "Wow." she said.
"How did that feel?"
"Intense. I feel, like so relaxed now. Like I just woke up from a long sleep." She glanced at the clock. "And it's only been an hour. Wow. That was like the best cat nap I ever had." Impulsively she threw her arms around Jon and gave him a hug. Oddly she noticed for the first time how solid his chest felt. How nicely his muscular arms felt around her. His trim body against her. Weird she thought, and pushed him away. He always held his hugs a little too long. At least that's what she usually thought. Weird.
After she'd pushed him away she found she missed the comfort of his embrace. It had felt, reassuring somehow. Weird.
"Jon, did you give me a suggestion that would make me want to sleep with you?"
"I didn't give you any suggestions to sleep with me." he said honesty enough. Just a suggestion to want to sleep with guys exactly like me' he thought to himself. And mentally he patted himself on the back for being, well, exceptionally clever.
He noticed she had turned sideways and lifted her right breast to indicate disbelief. He just smiled and shrugged at her as if to say "believe what you want."
Michelle watched Jon shrug and grin. Oh well, she'd have to take his word for it. After all he'd really come through for her. She'd been making herself think of young children and she felt only the normal sentiments. Nothing unusual or erotic at all. And she even felt a little weird about the most recent sex she'd had with her boyfriend. Why had she wanted him to hit her, she didn't need that. Weird.
Yeah, Jon had really come through for her. He really cared. She could like that in a guy. Especially if he was funny and intelligent and had blue eyes. And if they were athletic... Wow she'd never really narrowed down what attracted her like that before. She felt a lot more solid and connected after that nap. After that hypnotic nap, she clarified to herself.
She'd realized she'd drifted off into her thoughts when Jon was gently shaking her shoulder. "Mish" he said, one of his pet names for her "wake up. Back to earth. Time to go back to the coffeehouse."
"What's the rush?"
"You said you wanted to meet your boyfriend at ten o'clock remember?"
"Oh, god. I don't want to meet him now. Can I stay here tonight?"
"Sure, couch crashers are always welcome."
"No, I mean here"
Jon couldn't believe his ears. Frankly neither could Michelle. What was she saying? Was she coming on to Jon? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? She scooted closer to him. She couldn't believe she was doing this. "It's okay isn't it."
"Yeah, I would say it's o.k." said Jon.
"I really appreciate everything you've done for me. I can really feel it working. I'm cured."
"Glad to help, Mish really."
"And for all the help in the past, I really appreciate that you care about more than just getting in my pants."
"Trust me Mish, there's nothing I care about more than getting in you're pants."
"See, you don't like to admit it. You don't want to admit you care about people, so you always turn it into a joke. Admittedly a funny one but ..."
"It's okay Mish, I get it. Leave it alone."
"Do you have blue eyes Jon?"
"Actually I do, why do you ask?"
Michelle gently removed his glasses. "I just love blue eyes." she said.
Jon's hard on was once again straining the structural integrity of his jeans.
Michelle was gently stroking his face with the back of his hand while looking in his eyes.
"Mish..." he started to say 'we don't have to do this.'
"Shhhh" she said and leaned into him and kissed him softly around the mouth. Jon's jeans capitulated and the zipper folded to half mast. Michelle affected not to notice as she removed her sweater to show her tight white midriff. It showed her navel and a dancing belly piercing. Jon's hand caressed it. She then removed her shirt to show her breasts straining against a black lace bra. Jon's button was the next obstacle to give way. His tented briefs poked clearly through the partition in his jeans.
"Isn't that cute?" Michelle said and caressed his cock through the cotton of his briefs. Jon's eyes rolled back in his head in ecstasy. She freed his penis from it's cotton restraints. It wasn't actually wrinkled, green or small.
She looked at him in disapproval. "Mr. Yoda my ass!"
"I lied about the small, wrinkled and green bit."
"Well it damn well better be wise in the mysteries of the force, mister. Or your ass is mine!" As she squeezed the shaft in question with her hand. They kissed again, a luxurious exploration of each others mouths with their tongues.
He took her full heavy breasts in his hands and gently kneaded them. She leaned back her head in pleasure. "Ooh" she said. "Like that. Harder. Oooooh, I like that."
She began to squeeze his cock to a steady beat.
He nearly came. "Oh god Mish, just like that. Oh!"
Michelle found herself moistening her panties. God she was getting hot. She'd never wanted a guy like this before and yet the sensations were oddly familiar. In her minds eye she seemed to see a glittering collar by candlelight. She dismissed the thought. Instead she concentrated on shucking her few remaining articles of clothing. She then undid Jon's belt and dropped his jeans and briefs to his knees. She lifted his shirt then and clawed his pecs with her free hands. She gave his nipple a squeeze. Throughout their mouths and tongues entwined in a rhythmic dance of passion that grew more and more frantic.
Now with obstacles removed she pushed his back flat on the couch. She climbed on top of him and impaled herself on his ready cock. As it pushed deep inside her she felt a fufilment she hadn't known she was looking for. Her whole body rocked in spasms of pleasure. A wave of orgasm fast and furious was approaching as she rocked back and forth against him. Riding up, hovering at the tip and then plunging down on him. Then the orgasm hit and her thighs and pussy clenched drawing an orgasm from Jon in response. Their bodies crashed together for a moment united in ecstasy, then the moment passed and she collapsed against his chest, the both of them completely spent.
"I love you" he said. "I know" she told him.
"I hope that doesn't ruin the sex." he said.
But when she twisted sideways she was too tired to lift her left breast in response. So he did it for her. Nice guys can be useful like that.