She watches the rapid roll of white highway lines gradually slow to a dull thump and then disappear completely. The bus exits the interstate for its next small town stop. After a half hour layover, it will continue another few hours to the next small town and then back on the road for several more hours before it arrives at Sophia's destination, a suburb south of Chicago.

A little sprinkle begins to fall as the passengers exit for a stretch, a cup of coffee, or perhaps a bite to eat. Sophia sits by the café window and hugs her coffee cup to try to warm her hands a little. The temperate autumn day has turned rather cool and the dampness adds to the chill of the late afternoon air.

Sophia sips steadily and watches the new passengers store their luggage. A middle-aged gentleman hands his larger bag to the driver, but motions that he will carry the other smaller one with him.

The sprinkles have turned to a light shower. Sophia stands, drains the last sip, and boards the bus a few minutes early to avoid a possible downpour.

As she steps up, Ernest transfers his valise to his other hand. He tips his hat, greets Sophia with, "Good afternoon. A bit chilly isn't it?" and offers her his free arm for assistance. His large smile convinces her to accept and his steady low voice resonates in her ears.

Sophia settles in her seat near the window and closes her eyes. She's not physically tired, only mentally weary from the many hours of travel. She feels the vacant seat next to her become occupied. She doesn't open her eyes until his words break the silence.

It is Ernest, asking if it is ok to sit there.

Sophia nods nonchalantly, but her pulse begins to race.

Soon the closing door and the hiss of the air brakes signal that the trip is about to continue and then the bus starts for the highway again.

She turns her face to the window and begins to watch the white dotted lines race toward the fast bus. The bright white strips contrasted against the dark rain-slicked road create a strobe effect.

Ernest introduces himself and offers his hand. Sophia accepts. His large hand swallows hers with a velvet touch that penetrates her skin as much as his words ring in her ears. Barely audible, she stutters her name and stares into his deep brown eyes. Her hand falls limp as she becomes lost in his charisma.

Aware of her staring, Sophia slowly pulls her hand away and averts toward the window again to stare at the white lines.

A minute later Ernest initiates a conversation. They share questions and answers briefly in a short round of small talk, which he mostly dominates. She learns that he is a toy salesman on his way to a convention in Chicago. He only learns that she is afraid to fly. Then Sophia turns toward the window once more to watch the flashing white lines.

Ernest leans into Sophia close enough to cause her to inhale a quick little breath. She holds it a second before exhaling slowly. Her heart patters quickly as he leans deeper to also look out the window and to bring his mouth closer to her ear. His breath tickles and his words vibrate. Sophia doesn't budge. The fleshy goose bumps tingle the right side of her body and make her nipples press hard against her bra.

"I like to watch the white lines whiz by," he states.

She nods.

"They flash expectedly, one after another, over and over," he adds.

She half nods.

"Quick, fast, white, one after another, unending dots," he continues in an even voice just above a whisper.

Her eyes stare at the quick white flashes.

"Look at them, watch them, focus on them, one dot after another...and another...and another. Drawing you into them, making you relax." Ernest's steady voice compliments the flashing white lines and Sophia begins to relent.

"Your eyes feel heavy. You want to close them. Go ahead, close them for a second. Very good, Sophia. The dots flash rapidly, one after another. They begin to blur. Yes, Sophia, close your eyes again. The dots blur. They fade into the evening darkness."

Ernest pauses for a long moment. When Sophia doesn't open her eyes again, he commands in a confident and soothing voice, "Your eyes are very heavy and you must keep them closed. Very good, Sophia. The flashing dots fade from your mind, leaving you free and empty, free of all thought and sound. My voice is your command. My voice fills your emptiness."

With firm and calculated words, Ernest continues to guide a hypnotized Sophia, "You are very relaxed Sophia. You will listen to my words and accept what I tell you. Do you understand?"

Sophia responds, "Yes."

"I control you Sophia. You must obey my commands. I am your Master. Repeat that to me Sophia."

Sophia repeats, "You control me. I must obey your commands. You are my Master."

"Good girl. Relax Sophia and go deeper for me."

Sophia feels her body become lighter. Ernest allows her a few moments to enjoy the floating sensation. He is amazed with her quick willingness to relinquish all control to him and that she is the best subject he has ever had. He proceeds to prepare her for the next layover.

Ernest explains that the heater in the bus is not functioning correctly and he must loosen her clothes a little to make her more comfortable. He asks, "You do feel the heat, don't you?"

Sophia nods her head, licks her dry lips and swallows, trying to alleviate her thirsty sensation.

Ernest pulls her light jacket open to expose the front of her matching fleece outfit. "Perfect!" he thinks, "The loose pullover and elastic waist make my job so much easier!"

He purposely brushes her breast and passes over her large erect nipple while fixing the jacket. He boldly acknowledges the touch, but he quickly adds, "That didn't bother you. It felt good, didn't it Sophia?" And as Sophia nods her head, Ernest makes sure to brush it again.

Ernest then suggests that Sophia is beginning to feel stiff from the long ride and that she would like for him to massage her cramping legs. She begins to shift a little in her seat, trying to stretch her legs.

When he glides his hand along her left thigh and toward her knee, Ernest commands, "Relax Sophia. Allow me to ease your discomfort. That's right, Sophia. Relax." Sophia's legs relax and fall apart.

Ernest's hand then moves to her right thigh and toward her knee with the same smoothness. He pauses and applies more pressure and then glides upward to her soft inner thigh. He tugs gently toward him, pulling her legs farther apart.

"Relax Sophia. Relax," he commands and wedges his hand deeper into her crease with a delicate slide up her slit. The sensation through the soft fleece is very arousing. His touch vibrates and creates tickles that his next touch sometimes quells or sometimes entices even more.

He repeats the massage running his hand up and down each thigh and knee, always entering her vee with varying pressures. Some strokes are easy and sweeping. Some are hard and focused.

The light strokes and tingling vibrations through her cloth barrier produce a persuasive stimulation throughout her nether region. The tight squeezes of her anus and clitoris between his large four fingers and thumb elicit slight spasms deep inside her. The repetitive alternations of light and hard and of strokes and squeezes, coupled with his commanding voice, totally enthrall Sophia.

At the exact moment, Ernest ceases the physical contact and allows Sophia to feel the lingering effect briefly before he instructs, "Sophia, I want you to relax deeper for me. Obey and go deeper... deeper. Good girl, Sophia. Deeper still...obeying your Master ...relaxing and obeying ...deeper with each word...deeper."

As Ernest is commanding Sophia to fall deeper into trance, he reaches into his sample case and retrieves one of his toys. In a steady, dominant voice he repeats, "I am your Master. I am the one you obey."

His hand, containing the toy, slips inside her waistband and travels to her pubes. He continues, "I have total control over you," and he wedges his hand between her lips. He quickly and expertly inserts two golden Ben Wa balls deep inside the slick walls of her vagina and reinforces, "I am your Master. I am the one who brings pleasure from obedience," and he pushes the little orgasmatrons deeper.

Obedient and entranced, Sophia remains motionless.

"Now Sophia, we are approaching the next stop. When I count to three, you will awaken and feel wonderfully refreshed with a desire to browse the shops and restaurants. You will never sit down because an uncontrollable urge to keep walking will overcome you. Do you understand?"

Sophia nods and softly utters, "Yes."

"Very good, Sophia. When you return to the bus, you will sit in your seat and await my next command. Do you understand?"

Another affirmative from Sophia and Ernest begins, "One, feeling wonderful. Two, becoming aware. Three, wide awake."

Sophia blinks her eyes, stretches and glances at Ernest. "I must have dozed off. Sorry to not have been better company," she apologizes.

His cool response of, "No problem. I rested some also," relieves Sophia.

Everyone steps from the bus and heads to the different shops and restaurants of this particular plaza. This stop is a huge intersection of several major highways and interstates, a very popular truck stop and traveler rest area a few hours from the big city. Sophia declines Ernest's invitation to join him for a snack and states, "Thank you, but I think I would rather walk around a little."

But Sophia finds that a little is not enough. As she walks to the combination gift shop/restaurant, she becomes alerted to a recurring sensation. When she stops to browse a shelf of souvenir plates and glasses, the sensation disappears. She almost forgets that it has even occurred until she walks to another display. When she feels the puzzling sensation again, she discovers that it becomes apparent if she keeps moving.

With every stride she consciously searches for the sensation. When she feels it, her vaginal muscles involuntarily flex. The tiny squeezes soon escalate the mild arousal. She finds herself purposely tightening her vagina and releasing it in response to the automatic reflex. And she soon finds that the more she walks, the more she squeezes. The mounting arousal feels like a delicate rosebud gently opening and blooming inside of her, each silky petal bringing her closer to the edge.

She approaches the candy counter with clenched fists and tiny huffs of breath. She's ready, she's feeling it, and she knows it. Her arm extends to catch the counter before her feet get her there. She braces herself, closes her eyes and bends forward as the ripples of pleasure pulsate with an ebb and flow that leave her breathless.

If all the candy on the counter were to be gathered under one wrapper, it could not compare to the sweet rose Sophia has just plucked.

Ernest, of course, and with great amusement, has been observing Sophia play with his toy. He grows very anxious to board the bus again and continue his clandestine game.

Sophia looks around to see if anyone has noticed her little display of pleasure. Feeling sure that only she has experienced her private performance, she decides to head back to the bus and settle for the remainder of the trip.

Once more sensations swirl and rise with each stride. Sophia smiles and sneaks a glance in either direction hoping no one is alerted to her peculiar behavior. She hurriedly scurries to the sanctuary of the darkened bus and the privacy of her seat. She wiggles and squirms. She rocks and squeezes. She bends forward and pushes into the seat.

Ernest teasingly asks if he could offer his assistance, "Did you drop something? Can I help you find it?"

The sound of his beguiling voice knocks Sophia back into the seat and shifts her into "command me" gear. Ernest shakes his head in wonderment at the acquiescence this woman possesses.

"Very good, Sophia. Your eyes are heavy again and you must close them. Close your eyes, Sophia. Very good."

The dimming lights and familiar hiss signal that the bus has begun the last leg of Sophia's journey. She relaxes and awaits Ernest's command.

He uses the same ploy about the heater and loosens her jacket. Again he tells her that her legs are cramped and sensuously massages them. His hands work her body and his words work her mind. Soon she is a puppet dangling on his strings.

He opens his sample case and studies his supply of toys. Among the assorted shapes, sizes, and colors, he chooses a passionate pink jelly vibe. The penis shape has lifelike texture with veins and grooves. The size is a little larger than average.

Ernest turns his attention to Sophia. He moves close to her ear and asks, "Who am I Sophia?"

"You are my Master."

"Who must you obey?"

"I must obey you, Master."

"Good girl. I want you to go deeper for me, Sophia. Relax and go deeper."

Sophia's whole body becomes limp. Her jaw falls open. Her breathing becomes shallow.

The high backed seats and individually controlled lights lend privacy to the engaging couple. Ensconced in their cozy cocoon, he leans over her. With his lips very nearly touching hers he begins to voice his actions.

"I am going to touch you Sophia." His lips plant a light delicate kiss on hers.

"My hand slips under your jersey and cups your breast."

His thumb flicks her puckered nipple making it tighter and harder. "Tell me, do you feel me flicking your nipple?"

"Yes."

"My fingers are reaching inside your bra. They are searching for your naked nipple."

Ernest slides his fingers into the satin cup. The backs of his fingers graze over her nipple and he clasps it between two of them. He pulls on it in little pumps, brings his mouth to hers and sucks her bottom lip while saying, "I am sucking your nub. You feel the pull deep in your womb."

Sophia arches her back a little and utters a soft moan.

"My hand travels down to your waist now. Feel my fingers slip inside the elastic and slide back and forth, back and forth, tickling your belly button. Now I am traveling down to your hair. Tell me, do you feel the tingling sensations when I lightly brush your hair?"

"Yes, I do."

"Sophia, I am pulling your pants and panties down. Soon I will touch your aching pussy."

Ernest manages to work her pants and panties down to her ankles. He slides his eager hand up her thigh and with his lips still vibrating his words on hers, he commands, "Spread your legs and feel the air cool your hot throb. Feel your fevered lips swell and reach out. The cool air kisses you and makes you long for a touch, my touch."

Ernest draws a little circle on her opening and enters her passage slightly. "Feel my finger enter you." When he withdraws, he pulls out one of the Ben Wa balls. His second finger joins the first as he says, "Now two." Sophia thrusts forward to push them in deeper. He withdraws again with the second ball and says, "Yes, Sophia, feel three fingers reach deep into you," as he drives in all three. Sophia lets out a breath and a small groan as she rides his slow pumping hand.

His tongue gently glides over Sophia's lips before he thrusts it in her mouth for a quick swirl around. Then he withdraws his hand and brings the phallic toy between her legs. He turns it on the lowest setting for a mild, quiet vibration.

"Sophia, my hard cock wants you. Tell me you want it too."

"I want your hard cock."

"Feel it spread your lips and kiss your clit."

Sophia spreads wider to encourage more interaction.

His lips hot on hers, Ernest kisses Sophia and simultaneously taps her clit with the vibrating head.

"Kiss."

"Kiss."

"Kiss."

She jerks with reflexive spasms and titillating tingles.

His tongue stabs her mouth once more as the toy is thrust into her love canal. Ernest "begs" Sophia, "Hug my passion rod, caress it, smother it with your juices."

Sophia rocks back and forth on the large object as Ernest expertly maneuvers it to accommodate her mounting orgasm before he turns it off.

"Take me in your hand, Sophia, and feel me hump you, fuck you."

Sophia takes the jelly vibe into her hand. It is wet and hard. It is soft and fleshy. It is Ernest and it is real.

Her eager hand squeezes as she rams the toy in and out of her. Her fiery pussy clamps down on it. Her strong muscles clutch and release it. She swallows repeatedly and pants hot breath. His lips touch hers lightly to stifle the moans that begin to grow louder.

"Fuck me Sophia. Fuck me and cum with me."

She slinks down and brings her knees up slightly. Her bare ass hangs over the edge of her seat as she urgently rides Ernest. The hot shaft pushes into her clit. The throbs build. The spasms start.

Ernest's finger finds her tight little asshole and massages the puckered ring.

"You will cum when I pierce your hot hole."

He slips his fingertip in and feels Sophia tighten around it as she commences to climax. Tiny quivers in her genitals intensify and spread throughout her pelvis, down to her knees, and up to her chest until her whole body spasms with a crashing orgasm.

The final shivers from her lips vibrate onto Ernest's as he commands, "Relax and float. Feel the afterglow spread and lift you higher. Relax and float higher and enjoy these feelings."

Ernest slips the passionate pink jelly vibe into Sophia's purse. He instills one last parting suggestion.

"Sophia, when you awaken, feeling refreshed and rested, you will not remember any details of this trip. But when you discover the toy in your purse, a surge of excitement will rush throughout you. My image will come to mind and will forever be used in your fantasies while you pleasure yourself with this gift from me, your Master, the toy salesman.

Then Ernest gently pulls her clothes together and allows her to sleep off the hypnosis. It is another hour until her destination stop...the only stop for which she will be consciously aware.