The phone rings promptly at noon. I gloat with satisfaction knowing your call will invite us to share lunch this afternoon. When you part with the exact words I also instructed you to say, "I want to please you," I smugly revel in the gratification as I feel a rush of exhilaration travel throughout my body and generate the swelling down below. Last night's conversation worked like a charm!
Taking the less traveled country roads to the restaurant for our luncheon date allows me to briefly hypnotize you and begin the process for an hour of pure arousal...your arousal induced by me and my arousal created from that inducement! Your complete trust allows me to use the trigger phrase that produces an immediate deep trance. I decide to have a little fun with your imagination and the food that we will order. My absolute control of your thoughts and actions command that you will not remember the key word and suggestions that I have just planted, but you will obey and follow my instructions without question. I awaken you on the count of three, and it never ceases to amaze me how you don't remember our hypnotic session. You merely comment that we have arrived already and futilely try to remember the ride!
We enter the crowded restaurant. I tell the hostess we have a reservation and that I had requested privacy. As she guides us to our booth, I notice you are preoccupied with the waiters...hmmmm. We are seated and given the menus.
Our waiter approaches and asks if we would like anything to drink. We both ask for water; you specify, "with a straw." Is this another indication that my suggestions are being obeyed? We look over the menu and I know shortly what I would like to order. You, however, study it at length. You contemplate every choice and make a mental note of the list of items you will order. In fact, you ponder so long that the waiter returns several times, which is no annoyance to you. You soak him in with long dreamy stares as I explain that you haven't quite decided what you would like to EAT yet. I turn to look at you with this test comment as you take a sip of water, grasping the straw with your tongue and sucking on it with slow, long sips. I, of course, find this amusing and exciting; for it is now certain that you are following my commands.
On the waiter's next return, you feel a little tingle and you finally know what you would like. I speak first, ordering a large garden salad, with the House dressing on the side, and French bread. You begin your choice with a small salad, Ranch on the side, and breadsticks. The waiter is about to leave, puzzled as to why it took you so long to decide on such a simple request, when you continue with, "and a hot dog." He smiles, which stirs you a little more, and begins to walk away again.
Grinning, you continue with your order of a warm cinnamon bun, an unpeeled banana, and a small bowl of hot fudge sauce. When the waiter smiles this time, you feel a stronger sensation stir inside you. I anxiously shift in my seat with glee; you are doing exactly as I said! Lastly, you request a bowl of whipped cream with a cherry on top..."stem off please." It is this smile, coupled with his perplexed chuckle, which turns your sensation into a mild arousal. I find your order not perplexing at all, but rather fascinating!
While waiting for our lunch to be served, we nudge a little closer together. The half circle booth allows us to sit side by side. I purposely chose this restaurant for that and the low lighting it offers even in the daytime. You quietly say that the waiter elicits a sexual awareness in you with just his presence. I think gratifyingly, "Of course he does. I suggested that he would." I do not let on to this, but instead I merely signal for him to bring us more water and enjoy observing your reaction.
Soon our salads and bread/breadsticks are served. Your eyes watch every move the waiter makes, creating an increased sexual appetite in you. I ask, "Shall we begin to EAT?" With a naughty grin, you take my fork and your expression asks, "May I?" I nod and you proceed to arrange two large lettuce leaves side by side. You move the cherry tomato between the leaves. I see the likeness to the female genitalia immediately. We laugh and as you feed me the tomato, you feel a warm rush of excitement in your breasts as your nipples harden with the tingling. Slowly you bring a breadstick to your mouth. Your tongue swirls lightly over the tip before you take a small bite. Your overt, but subtle, actions have turned my amusement into arousal as I delight in the control I have placed on you. You simply see us enjoying a nice lunch, totally incognizant to my control, but you are becoming more aware that every appearance by the waiter and every bite of food that we take provide you with continual pleasure.
The black olives in our salads are the colossal pitted ones. Knowing that you love olives, I cleverly suggest, "Would you like to EAT an olive?" Instead, you take yours and bring it to my lips. You whisper for me to probe the hole with my tongue, which I do, rather sensuously too! When you dip it in the ranch dressing and bring it to my mouth again, you know we feel an equal arousal as my tongue plays again before I chew and swallow it. We are both thankful that our secluded booth allows us to play without inhibitions!
As the waiter draws near with more of your order, you shift your attentions to him. Again you experience a refreshing surge of sexual energy throughout your body and blush with the awareness. I, pleased with the outcome and rejoicing inwardly, anticipate the next stimulus spurred by your response to my control. It doesn't take long either, because as soon as the hot dog is placed in front of you, I tease with, "Are you sure you want to EAT a hot dog?" With a wicked grin, you immediately bring your hand to the phallic tube and play. Are you simply trying to rearrange it in the bun or are you affectively rubbing it between two pussy lips? You are definitely equating this to foreplay as you slide your free hand to my inner thigh and match rhythms by rubbing and squeezing closely to my own swollen length.
We engage in a little foreplay of our own, but the physical kisses and touches are minor to the excitement I achieve from watching you obey my commands without question. Each time you respond to the waiter and each item of food, I feel a rush of energy surge throughout my body. Your every act reinforces my exhilaration in the power I have over you. And now I take pleasure in watching you prepare for the waiter as he brings the last of your order to the table. You coyly smile at him and grab the insides of your thighs as you squeeze your legs together. I am certain that you feel a new flow of wetness while eyeing him set the assortment of sweets in front of you.
Compelled with mounting arousal, you survey the assortment. Such a glare and expression you cast my way, silently asking, "Why are you telling him that?!" as I instruct the waiter to not return till I signal. But I focus your attention back to me when I ask, "Which will you EAT first with so much to choose from?" The cinnamon bun is oozing with sticky syrup. You tear it apart and lick your fingers to taste, whispering, "Mmmmmmm, it is warm and sweet." You seductively lick another syrupy sample ending with a gentle audible suck at your fingertip. Then you bring a bite to my mouth and lick the sticky sweetness from my lips. I squirm and shiver with excitement when I suggest you EAT the banana. After you sensuously and very slowly peel the banana, you dip it in the hot fudge sauce and make soft moaning and slurping sounds as you lick the drips from the bottom up. I grow extremely hard watching your own excitement build. I mischievously suggest that you EAT some cream with your cock. Your eyes dart to the mound with the cherry on top. You slide the bowl in front of me and trace your finger around the pert red nipple. With a scoop of cream, you bring your finger and your mouth to mine and we both lick and play. Our tongues delicately touch causing us both to inhale a quick breath of excitement. I take a small scoop also and let you suck it from my finger. You fervently perform fellatio on my finger! I feel my cock grow rock hard. I can't determine if it is all the sex play with the food or the power that I possess, but I feel like my throbbing cock is about to explode its load right here and now!
Apparently the last of my suggestions have come to fruition and your building excitement has brought you to the edge. You begin to clutch at my cock and your pussy at the same time. Your back arches, your eyes close, your head falls back. You try to stifle your moans. You begin to rock to the rhythm of your strokes. Your soft moans soon grow into louder groans. You push into the seat murmuring pleas for release. Afraid that you can no longer be inconspicuous while waiting for my command, I put my arm around you and ease you back into my chest. I whisper deep in your ear, "Cum now."
Relief flows over you as you shudder with spasms and contractions. You bite your quivering lower lip as you press against your throbs and succumb to the wonderful orgasm that I have created for you. Totally oblivious to your surroundings, you surrender completely to me awaiting your next command.
Originally, I was going to awake you now, but I think I will wait till we are home and alone, grin.