It's ringing. My heart is in my throat. I keep trying to swallow, but there is no wetness to relieve my dry mouth. Why do I feel like this every time I call him? Ok, shh, he's answering.
"Hi Kevin."
I am grinning so much that my words come out in a half giggle, but the sound of his powerful voice calms me immediately, much like a junkie's fix for his drug addiction. Yes, I am Kevin's submissive junkie.
A few words of small talk and then we get down to business. We briefly discuss our agreement to meet tomorrow with the time and location. Then, as usual, he takes me under his control. Obedience arouses me, and he knows it.
All I am aware of is the unique floating feeling and relaxation that befalls me. I hear his powerful voice, but I don't know what he is saying. I merely consent to his every command.
"Yes, Master.
"Yes, Master. I understand.
"No, Master. I will not remember.
"Yes, Master. Obedience arouses me."
And, as usual, he ends our session by bringing me to a hypnotic induced orgasm, phone sex at it's best.
"Goodnight, Kevin. See you tomorrow. And, thank you."
I can't believe I actually fell asleep last night with the anxious anticipation of meeting Kevin in person for the first time. Finally, after being his hypnotic subject for nearly two years, I am going to meet him and experience his control in the flesh!
Well, kinda in the flesh. See, he has strong convictions about us actually pleasuring each other. I am married and he is engaged. So he has made it clear that we will not touch in any way. "No kiss. Not even a hug," he states explicitly. He will hypnotize me and guide me through an orgasm, or two, or three, but there will be no touch from him.
I don't quite understand his belief. Isn't phone sex and hypnotic sex a form of "cheating"? Oh well, if he thinks it isn't, who am I to argue? He's the one in control and I still get what I want, mostly. I sure would like to pleasure him, though.
He says I'm in love with him. Perhaps I am. I think of it more as a friendly love, but he says no. Maybe it is an unrequited love or a Platonic love. Yet I still have my orgasms and I know he has achieved that exquisite plateau more than once with me, while under his control, of course. Well, like I said, who am I to argue? Whatever he wants to believe is fine with me. I must get ready! It's almost time to leave!
Now, what to wear. Jeans are casual and a pullover sweater will be nice for this autumn day. I wonder if he will have me undress? Could be kinda neat to be naked while he isn't. I wonder if I will be too inhibited? Ha, I doubt it! Better put on these silky black panties and bra just in case.
I lightly rub both the bra and panties slowly over my face in a sensuous daydream and then I slip them into my purse. I think, "What an odd thing to do." But soon a stronger feeling overwhelms me and tells me that it is all right to do it and just forget about it. Obedience arouses me.
Suddenly the jeans and sweater don't seem right anymore. A skirt, yes, a long skirt and button down jersey will feel much more free and sexy. And my thigh high stockings for a little seduction. Who knows? Maybe he will want to touch me after all.
The sunny morning ride speeds by quickly. Maybe it's the low traffic, maybe it's my elated mood, maybe it's just the sheer excitement from the background music and different scenarios playing over and over in my mind. Whatever the reason, a short two hours later I am paying the toll at the appropriate exit and within five minutes I will meet Kevin. I am actually meeting Kevin!
I pull into the parking lot and don't see his car. I had hoped to arrive after him knowing that the wait could make me grow nervous with anticipation. But here I sit checking my hair, smoothing out my skirt, anxiously peering at every car that pulls in, and watching the minutes tick by.
Finally, only five minutes later but "finally" in my mind, Kevin's car rounds the bend and parks beside mine. My heartbeat accelerates, my face flushes and beams, and I swiftly jump out of the car. His body motions forward to hug me, but I stick to his prearranged rules, give a sly grin, and offer my hand for a handshake. What an ass I am. I want to feel his arms around me more than anything!
I spread my legs a little as I slide into the booth inside the restaurant. A trail of cool air meanders up my thighs. The sensation is so astonishingly forward that I am forced to become acutely aware, as it seems to pry my legs farther apart. I can feel it seek and search all the way to my sensitive sex. It brazenly swirls and curls around each feminine fold and crevice and causes me to question how such a commotion is possible through my panties.
The waitress interrupts my little episode and we order drinks; nothing to eat because our purpose is to meet briefly and then rent a motel room for hypnosis. We both know this and to be quite frank, I can't tell if he is as excited as me or not, but I think he is. Man, I'm so excited, I'd go down on him right now, right under this table, right here in this restaurant, if he told me to!
When I stand and excuse myself to use the restroom, I can feel his eyes wander to my breasts. I'm so glad I wore this bra. It shapes my breasts nicely and the sheerness allows a true image of my hardened nipples to poke through. So true that I swear my nipples are pressing hard against my jersey itself.
I lift my skirt as normal, but when I search for the elastic waistband of my panties, I am puzzled. I can't find it. As soon as I begin to think, "What's up? Did I forget to put panties on?" another overwhelming rush flows through me assuring everything is fine and to just forget about it. Obedience arouses me.
Leaving the restaurant, I follow Kevin to the Holiday Inn. Now I sense his excitement, and even a little nervousness. He walks rather fast and about two steps ahead of me. And as we stand at the desk to register, I am sure of his excitement. Ah, he now has the key and again I follow him, two steps behind, as he hastens to the room.
The door closes. I briefly wonder what the hell I was thinking when I agreed to this. Flashes of me sneaking away and how I could get caught, flashes of Kevin and me alone in this room, flashes of what he really has planned to do with me. Flashes, quick fleeting thoughts, bouncing around in my mind like a dozen ping pong balls dropped on a table. Flashes making me desire him more; making me peak with a passion so strong that I'm afraid he can't hypnotize me soon enough!
He asks his first question, "Would you like to lie down on the bed or sit in the chair for starters?"
I think for a second and opt for the soft comfy chair.
Then he asks another question, "Would you like to go under fast with your special words or would you like me to put you under the long way?"
I state that I am a little nervous and would like to be relaxed into hypnosis. He doesn't need to be told about my nervousness; my feet are wiggling back and forth something fierce.
He takes my hand into his with a gentle grasp and begins to pet it with small soft strokes. I hear his commands to relax my feet and to listen to his voice.
It doesn't take long for me to close my eyes and follow his suggestions. I begin to float as I listen to his words and obey. Obedience arouses me.
I undo the first button on my jersey and fall deeper. With each button that I unfasten, I become heavier and more relaxed. I feel the slow movement of each one slip through its buttonhole, each unfastened button taking me deeper, deeper, deeper.
I am lying on the bed feeling free and sexy. I don't recall walking here, but my breasts, begging for more touch, smother that thought. I can feel skin on skin, nudity, no barrier, but I don't remember undressing. I am caressing them and massaging them. Both hands squeezing and rubbing.
"Yes, tweak my nipples. Yes, I like it. Yes, Master I am building. Oh, yes, good, so good."
I respond to his suggestions to seductively play with my nipples, to make them as hard as marbles, to turn them redder with each manipulation, and for me to become more and more aroused from the lustful self-treatment.
Soon I contract and spasm with a small orgasm. I hear his voice, and though I don't know what he is saying, I do know that I have pleased him. I listen and obey. Obedience arouses me.
My hands travel downward. I now feel the cloth of my skirt. Confusing, but his words are commanding me and I must obey.
I gather my long skirt upward to expose the tops of my stockings. I feel my hands moving from their lacy tops to my bare thighs. My tickling fingertips gently travel higher and higher until the radiating warmth from my pussy reaches my hand.
His words continue to direct and I must obey. Obedience arouses me. A touch to my hair creates a little electrical rush, which stirs a greater arousal. I root deeper until I make precise contact. The tactile stimulation causes me to tense and moan.
I passively follow his instructions. My middle finger slides closer to my moist opening and runs circles around the sensitive curving petals of my lips. I insert it and sigh with expressed delight.
I bring the warm wetness to my puckered nipple and slowly spread it around like finger paint. My nostrils catch the slight scent as it evaporates into the air and my dry fingers return for more.
"Yes, Master, I want it," I moan as a second finger joins the first and glides inside.
"Yes, please, I'm ready," I groan as I actively finger fuck myself, using three fingers now.
"Yes, Master, thank you," I exhale as each pump sloppily strokes my hard clit into a throbbing orgasm, an orgasm stronger than the first and one that came from someone's touch. From mine? In front of Kevin without modesty? Perhaps, but I don't remember.
"...Three, wide awake."
With the only words that I consciously hear, my eyes open to see Kevin. I glance at the bed, straighten my skirt, and smile.
"Hi," I whisper shamelessly with just a hint of embarrassment. Or maybe it is amazement at how fantastic erotic hypnosis is in person. Wow, this guy's good!
I am warm, relaxed and as content as a kitten curled on its master's lap. "Mmmm, that was great. Thank you," I softly purr while still enjoying the afterglow.
"You're quite welcome. Deeply asleep now."
My heavy eyelids slowly close. My sleepy mind completely empties. My featherweight body seemingly rises. My whole being willingly complies and now I see a hard cock in front of me.
What? Yes, that's what it is, a hard, raw, inviting cock. "Yes, Master, I see it."
At first I think it is Kevin's cock. "Yes, Master, I understand."
Again his words command and again I hear them but I don't know what he is saying. I am compelled to obey. Obedience arouses me.
My lips reach for his cock. My tongue dances on the tip with little lapping licks. Darting rapidly back and forth, it swirls underneath his head and quickly draws it into my mouth with a hard ardent suck.
My fingers find my wet slit again. The more I play with his cock, the more I fiddle my clit. Harder and faster, faster and harder. When I suck him all the way in, my fingers dive into myself. I pump on his cock with my mouth as I pump on my hand with my hole.
I am close to orgasm. "Yes, Master. When he comes, I will come." Obedience arouses me.
I lick him and I twiddle me. I suck him and I stroke me. I nibble him and I pinch me. I am ready, so ready. Please come.
I spread more juice to my clit and jiggle and fidget with it. It is so engorged it easily pokes through my swollen lips. I moan from the escalated excitement. I plead for release.
"Yes, Master. I want to come now," I groan through squeezed breaths.
I am on the verge of tears from hanging on the edge like this. All the nerve endings in my clit are stimulated to the point of near numbness. It is such an incredible extreme that I am about to explode!
More words of command from Kevin and I taste the milk of his cock. Obedience arouses me. My body has reached its zenith of sexual ecstasy and begins convulsing in rhythm to the gulps of my throat as he pours into me.
I shudder and tremble from the terrific orgasm. Little joyful whimpers of final release escape my throat. I hear his voice in the distance, becoming clearer with each word.
"...Three, wide awake."
I am more relaxed now and spent. I feel wonderfully intoxicated. I smile at Kevin and state that I must go to the bathroom.
The image in the large mirror reflects my disheveled hair and naked breasts, but somehow I don't see them. I find myself thinking that everything is ok; forget about it. Obedience arouses me.
I walk back into the room and Kevin asks how I feel.
"I feel great. But was that your cock that I just sucked?" I have to ask even though I know the answer.
And that is what he replies, "You already know the answer."
He tells me that I should get dressed now. Suddenly, at that moment I feel positively naked for the first time.
My questioning this afternoon was valid after all. I knew I was being commanded, so as I realized that I wore no underwear or that I was undressing, it seemed as if nothing had really changed, and then it did not matter anymore. It all seemed natural.
I look at Kevin in disbelief and our laughter speaks volumes. Damn, hypnosis is phenomenal for sure.
I find my jersey, but look around for my bra and panties. Kevin tells me to look in my purse. My underwear should be in there as he had instructed. He's right; there they are...amazing.
I question my willingness, my lack of modesty, and my desire to continue. He smiles and answers, "You already know that answer, too."
I nod and add, "Obedience arouses me."
We stroll to our cars, together this time, and pause before parting. Again he reaches forward for a hug. This time I am not an ass.
It is a long hug, a long heartfelt hug. It is a hug that stays snug around my shoulders the whole drive home.
I play over the afternoon in my mind and relive each orgasm while desperately trying to recall every detail. I amaze at the fact that I performed oral sex on an imaginary cock and masturbated willingly, not once, but three times, in front of a man who, yes, guided me through it, but merely observed the whole act from a passive perspective.
I don't know if he has commanded me to remember the whole session or not. But what he has allowed me to remember takes me through my two-hour trip back home and then some.
I also ponder many times that Kevin is right; I do indeed love him. But then I smile each time and question. No, maybe it's just an infatuation or fascination, or maybe it's a submissive addiction. Yes, that is what it is, an addiction to submission. Obedience arouses me.