On my return next evening, I felt no more hesitancy. I sat back in my chair at the desk, and simply announced that I was Zarah's for the taking.
"May I watch you some more? I'll do whatever you say!"
The woman toyed with a pencil, then met my earnest gaze.
"I know you will, James," she said, calmly. "You came for me last night, didn't you?"
I nodded.
"Something about you excites me," came the surprising response. "I shall have you in many ways, and you shall have me .. but not for a while, yet! Still, you may observe me, in silence, this evening." I took a chair in a dimly-lit corner of the room. I was told to hold a yellow legal pad, and pretend as if I were taking notes.
"Quite soon, you'll find you can drop the pretense, James," said Zarah. "I shall complete my induction quickly tonight. One client is quite ripe, and the other shall follow along soon, I trust."
Soon the receptionist entered, escorting the striking redhead I'd seen last night, and a pert, young blonde of no more than eighteen years, that would make anyone's mouth water. Both had close-cropped hairdos, and they held hands. Zarah greeted the elder as Mary and the girl was presented to her as Alice.
I wasn't brought into the meeting, but was waved at by Zarah, and described as her recording secretary. I was soon ignored, and gleaned from the conversation that Mary had dragged her girl friend to meet this "guru," so she could learn some of Zarah's wisdom. Alice was still inquisitive about me, but was rather brusquely shushed by the domineering Mary.
The "clients" were seated in facing chairs, with Alice placed in the recliner. The receptionist Katherine stood herself over near me. Zarah now poured a glass of wine for Mary, and sat down near Alice.
"We'll just make some easy tests tonight, Alice," she said. "Let's measure your suggestibility index." The girl nodded, clearly impressed with Zarah's prowess.
"Take this pendulum chain in your right hand, dear. Now watch it. Watch it, and shut everything else out. Just concentrate on the sparkle and dance of the jewel down at the end of the chain. Keep the chain very still. Very very still and quiet. Feel its weight ... a pendulum has weight and mass, although very light. Gravity pulls the gem and chain straight down toward the center of the earth. Wonderful! You are doing very well, Alice. Just keep your whole hand and arm still as ever you can.
"Watch the gem ... watch its sparkly reflection. Soon I predict that without any effort at all it will begin to swing. Watch it carefully, but don't try to move it on purpose. Watch it now as it begins swinging back and forth all by itself ... all by itself ... watch for it ... watch .. there," Zarah observed, and indeed the crystal had begun a swing. Alice was motionless in her chair, and I noticed that Mary was watching the swinging stone as well.
"Now again, without any effort at all, we'll cause that back-and-forth motion to become circular, the straight line of light will curve, curve more and more, becoming an oval, than a circle, as the gem swings round and round .. round and round ... round and around." The stone followed the directions, changing directions quicker and quicker, until all Zarah had to do was intone "circle," "across" and "back-and-forth," and Alice's hand would respond. She had fixated on it with intensity, her teeth were biting her lower lip in concentration. She was trying to keep her hand steady, she said, and the motions of the stone were not her doing.
"You see how receptive you can be ... and now, ver-r-ry gradually you will soon notice a subtle tingle, a kind of warm tinglyness in that hand, just a very faint tingle and a warm lightness spreading through that hand and arm. Just listen to my voice now, dear, listen and lose any sense of tension as we watch that swing together. The regular swing and sway of the line. The line of light. It's a pleasant sensation to let the world fade away and focus down the light path.
"You'll soon notice a tendency for the swinging pathway to rise slowly right up in the air, for that gem to swing up slowly in front of you higher and higher, rising up ... swinging up ... there, it begins now. Remember, you exert no effort at all, the rise is automatic ... all you have to do is watch it happen. Watch the light rise and swing, swaying back ... and .. .forth ... so slowly and steadily, slo-o-o-owly and steadily ... "
That special powerful silence had spread through the office. Two pairs of eyes followed the gem as Zarah's voice grew deeper and slower, more insistent, continuing her litany. We watched as Alice's hand began lifting the chain higher. Her eyes were round, and she seemed amazed, as if she really didn't understand why the pendulum lifted.
"As the light floats higher and higher in front of you, you may hear the soft sound of deeper and deeper breathing in the room at this point ... deep, relaxed, regular breathing as you focus all your deepest attention on the light .. deep, deeper and deeper attention. Hear the breathing as the chest rises and falls, the muscles relax, the body becomes attuned only to my voice and the light ... the voice and the light ... very deeply relaxed now. The eyes locked tighter and tighter on the light. Up it comes, up it comes. Follow it only with the eyes ... your head seems so heavy you find it can't move .. can't lift that heavy, heavy head ... only the eyes ... up and up and up"
Deep breathing was very loud now indeed. With a heavy sigh, Mary's head wobbled and swayed as she tried to hold it up. She was aided by the receptionist, who quickly but quietly moved behind her, steadying her with soft fingers at the temples. Mary's eyelids had long since closed. Soon, her head was lowered gently to her chest, where it hung there, motionless.
Meanwhile Alice's eyelids were fluttering rapidly with strain as her own arm lifted the swinging pendulum ever higher towards the ceiling. Only the whites below her pupils showed now. Her lips were parted. Her arm was well above her drooping head, and the gem swung around every which way, with a random jerkiness.
"Follow it up, and the lids close right now, and now you are attuned only to my voice and will. You will close your eyes, and quickly achieve complete trance ... there, my dear girl, you are so-o-o firmly under my command and control ... a luscious, delicious feeling, to give up control completely ... feel the luscious stroking warmth of my voice and will ... it's washing over you, you are swept away, drifting ... drifting away on a warm, sweet current, luscious and stroking and whirling ... "
My prick was again rock-hard, as Zarah continued. I was rubbing it, when I felt a hand reach around and unzip my trousers. There was heavy breathing of another sort in my ear, and Katherine's moist mouth almost brought me to climax as it said into my ear: "Can you spare me a few inches of that? This is such a turn-on, isn't it? Here, put this on, quick!" She gave a quick kiss to my erect member, and slid over it a thin condom. Her tongue brushed my ear, and the hot breathy whisper continued.
"I'm almost ready to pop right now ... I never take long when I watch Zarah work ... I'll show you, see?" She stood in front of my chair, her skirt hiked up around her hips, and I could see a large damp area on her dark colored panties. She turned her back to me, and her plump mound was clearly visible through the thin material as she clenched her buttocks almost in my face. She leaned forward over a chair, keeping her long legs tightly together, and as I pulled her panties down, she silently motioned me to hurry and slide my long, rigid cock right up into her.
Zarah was moving to Mary now, murmuring steadily into her ear, and kneading the back of her neck. She raised a finger at us to keep silence. The head of my cock now slipped right between the thick labia, into the dark, slippery tunnel, which immediately started clenching and churning around my shaft. I drew fluttery fingertips up the rear of Kathy's legs, right up from the back of her knees towards her damp cleft, again and again, swirled them around lightly a bit to tickle her rear end, which caused it to twitch like a horse's flank.
One hand braced herself forward, while the other worked in front. I couldn't see it, but I felt her rubbing and tickling herself as I slid backward and forwards. I saw her nod frantically at me over her shoulder, and I pulled out almost all the way, then spread her cheeks apart and gave one slow deep final stroke, which triggered us both. Her head lowered onto the desk as she stuffed a forearm into her mouth. I felt her stiff cunt hairs scratch my balls as they drew in tight at my climax. I bucked and pumped hot liquid into the latex sheath. Our muffled gasping earned us a wry smile from Zarah.
"I hope you have stamina, James, the night's not over yet," said the hypnotist, as Katherine left the office to clean up, kindly returning with hot washcloth and towel for me as well. I washed my overheated face after sharing several exciting kisses from the willing lips of the receptionist, and just shook my head at the amazing experiences I was having.
"You may feel a little dizzy now, Alice, and we will help you lie back, sink back in your trance now ... sink back ... " as Zarah raised the swaying girl from her chair, and laid her back in her recliner. As she knelt next to the blonde, Katherine beckoned me outside into the night air. I went outside, and she favored me with more luscious smooches, drawing my hand up under her skirt, where I encountered her thick labia, still quite damp and slippery. She raised one foot onto the low wall, and had me stroke and tickle her little clitoris as we whispered together.
"Oooh, James!" she breathed, "I LIKED that experience!" Another series of kisses. "I've never had a man while watching a trance! You know, I've been with Zarah for three years now, and she mostly works with women here in the office ... I get so hot ..." and she wriggled herself around my probing hand some more. I let a couple fingers slide up inside her, and twiddled them around, while still sliding my thumb lightly over her nubbin.
"You know, I got very horny yesterday when you first came over! You're sexy looking, but you are vulnerable, and I don't go for the super-stud types at all! And when I watched you slip under her spell ... well, I hope you and Zarah get on well, that's all. Ooh, do that a little harder, please!" She gave a dainty, quiet shudder as her butt clenched around my hand. Her head rested on my shoulder, then with sparkling eyes, she led me back inside.
Zarah motioned for Katherine to withdraw a bit, and beckoned me over to her two subjects. They were both topless now, and were standing, face-to-face, gazing into each others' eyes. Mary's pale bosom was picture-perfect in form and color, her redhead's skin almost translucent, and the pale pink nipples now jutted forth as Alice's fingers circled lightly around and around the aureoles. Mary's fingers were performing similar figures on the fleshy but youthful tits jutting out proudly from Alice's chest. The two women swayed slightly on stiff legs, but kept upright. Their mutual gaze never wavered, even as Zarah ran an intimate hand over both their asses, and whispered in their ears.
Shortly the two had shucked their lower garments and, still facing close together, resumed manipulating each other's bosoms in that oh-so-light circular motion.
Zarah motioned me closer, and indicated I was to have the pleasure of removing two pairs of panties from two luscious asses. As my fingers worked the underwear down their legs, I felt their butt muscles subtly squeezing and relaxing in a slow cycle. My hands roamed over those tight curves, and I suddenly felt envious of Zarah's control! I wanted to assert dominance myself!
I moved right up between the two faces, and scrutinized them closely. Mary's green eyes had now reacquired their glaze, and, very infrequently, she would slowly blink. Alice's eyelids were in sync! She would let her eyes close and reopen at the same time!
Zarah's hand pulled me reluctantly back as I was imagining being in total control of a woman like Mary ... of having her gaze helplessly at me while she ached to do my bidding! Zarah read my mind.
"Wait and learn, James," was all she said. She placed a cushion at Alice's feet.
Her hands touching their necks, Zarah pressed downwards. She whispered, "You may kneel now," and the pair sank down, still lost in each other's eyes.
"Wonderful, Alice!" she droned, "Mary, you are a splendid girl! Now you may take an eternity to explore this relationship. I will that you take your intense pleasure together. You are passion's mirror. Passion's Mirror. Continue your light stroking now."
The fingers circled, circled, circled. The buttocks squeezed tighter, and relaxed. The fingers reached the nipples and paused. Their breathing caught and their pelvises began a slow dance, inward, outward. After another couple of blinks, the eyelids stayed closed. Zarah moved in again. Her hands rested on the buttocks, and supported their slow inward thrusts.
"Wonderful, you are now surrendering to the touch. I will allow you to see as well. You may watch your bodies as your eyes open again. Open. Open them now. Look down at your thrilling bodies."
The pillow had raised the shorter girl enough that her torso was at an equivalent height. One woman pinched lightly on her partner's pink fruits, and the other instantly copied. Breathing was louder in the room now. Fingers wandered down, down, down, until they were clasping each other's rears. I watched as the grasps tightened harder and more insistently. The muscles responded more quickly, bringing the two pubic muffs closer with each contortion. Their breasts pressed into one another.
A tongue suddenly pointed out from between Alice's lips, and Mary returned the favor. Their eyes re-locked. Their faces moved into position, and their mouths parted. They kissed. And kissed. And kissed.
"I love you, my darlings," cooed Zarah in a husky voice. "You may rise now, and lie in my bed. It is time for love. You are alone, and I release you into the air ... you are free to fly."
They rose, they swayed into the bedroom. The door closed. Shortly there came soft muffled cries. Now and again a harsher more demanding call. Now silence, which stretched out into our room.
The wonder of this quiet revelation had helped me lose my own self-important fantasies, and I had settled back on a sofa, thinking nothing, wishing nothing, almost in a doze, just caught up in the drama of that love.
I turned my head, to find Katherine kneeling beside me. She made a shushing gesture, and I saw, over her shoulder, a startling sight. Zarah was standing where she had been earlier, staring blindly at the bedroom door. Her face was shiny with tears, which seemed to pour over her cheeks.
"Alone...I'm so fucking alone ... nobody ..." I heard the soft broken voice, over and over.
"Zarah, we love you!" Katherine hurried over and drew her into an embrace. "I love you so much, but beyond that, you are such an artist! You paint pictures of fulfillment, and even the actors are real! Look!" and she pulled Zarah over to my couch. "Look, James understands! Look at his face...look, dammit, not at his cock! his face!"
Zarah turned her dampened cheeks to meet my gaze. I was not intimidated. I was not humble. I was not challenging. I was still feeling the beauty of the moment, and met her gaze, open, clear and clean. I sat upright, and opened my arms to her. I felt her whole body for the first time. It was slight, angular, and radiated tremendous heat. I drew her down beside me, and felt her cry.