I spent part of the next day with Zarah.
"Have you learned a few more things about yourself?" were her first words to me next afternoon. We had met in a large park near the apartment, and were seated together in a rather secluded area behind some hedges. On a workday, this park was rather empty, and no one came by our little area at all.
"I know you've had a chance to re-think your notion of challenging ME!" she said, and I apologized humbly to her. We spoke again of my first encounters with hypnosis, at her show, with Brenda, and my feelings as I watched my date succumb.
"The keys to successful induction are: a willing subject (even though they might not realize they're willing at first!) and ABSOLUTE CONFIDENCE. Shortly I'll give you your first practice session, with a very willing subject. Bill's coming over after a weight- lifting session.. Now he's a physical kind of man, and I suggest a hand-clasp type of induction at first... maybe arm-wrestling himself?... then you can indulge your own fantasies once you've started him into trance. Don't worry, James, he'll cooperate, he's a natural... just like you! Remember Elizabeth, from our garden party?"
I nodded.
"Physical strength is just another asset to command... and you really can enjoy controlling such raw power, once it's been yielded to you!"
A very muscular fellow appeared soon thereafter, peering around a hedge, and waving to Zarah when he spied us. He bounded up the hill, and shook her hand, then mine. His grip was VERY firm. He dropped a duffel bag onto the ground, and looked me over..
"You could use a little weight work, buddy," came his judgment, "but you must play handball or something, you're pretty trim!"
I allowed myself to be mostly the running type, and he shrewdly observed that "runners are loners... I like to be around people. The gym's got it all!"
"Bill and his wife Teresa are friends of mine, James," interjected Zarah, "and we're invited over there tomorrow. You can see Bill's trophies... he's a local arm-wrestling champion, I believe!"
"That's right! I've collected a lot of junk jewelry and bar T-shirts, but it doesn't put much bread on the table! I work rec for the city... summer football, weight training at the Y... you know."
"I guess you could show James some of the finer points?" queried Zarah, with a significant glance at me.
"Right," I agreed, "I have some 'buddies' that regularly wrench me over a bar table, even though I'm pretty strong," I added. "Share a couple of secrets with me? Looks like we'll never meet in the same division... not with those arms!" and I patted him on the arm.
Zarah nodded at my approach, and Bill willingly sat us down at a picnic table, and gave me some pointers: bending the wrist, getting the jump of the opponent, etc. In the process, I got ranked pretty good, and my knuckles were sore when I called a halt. We chatted on about training, and I mentioned isometrics.
"Yeah, the old Charles Atlas shit," mocked Bill. "Weights are more scientific."
"But I've seen a couple of interesting techniques, like for when you're on a plane, or bus, and don't want to lose your edge," I offered. "They involve some imagination."
"Hey, I'm not a piece of beef, I got a brain!"
"Sure, I can see you do," I answered hastily. "Let me show you something, all right?"
He assented, and I had him lock his hands together, and clasp them as tightly as he could.
"This works better if you close your eyes," I instructed. "Now you have to concentrate on your hands, and really get into the feeling that they're locked together. You must use all your strength to clasp them tighter and tighter together. That's right," I observed the veins in his forearms bulge out. "You're doing very well. Keep squeeeezing them, and focus, focus, focus on your locked palms.
"Now Bill, this works better if you now take three very deep breaths, squeezing tightly the whole time. That's right, slow, very deeeep breaths. Deeper. That's great, and keep squeezing. Those breaths help you concentrate. Now don't talk, just listen, listen to me as I guide you through the rest of the session.
"Keep breathing slowly, and clasping those hands. They're locked tightly together, and I'll help them stay locked tightly together with a mental image for you. Keep your eyes closed and breathe, and squeeeze... Listen to my voice, listen carefully, and all the other sounds will fade and grow very quiet as you hold tightly, tightly together."
Bill was sitting on his bench, elbows resting on the table, and looked like he was a statue. I kept on about listening to my voice, etc. I was hypnotizing someone! The feeling was indescribable to see a person begin to give himself up to my persuasion. I gained confidence, and my voice grew deeper and slower.
"Let's take five more breaths, Bill. Good. Deeep slow breathing, brings deep, slow focus, tight hands, tight focus on my voice. My words... my voice... you're tuned into my voice, Bill. I'd like you to confirm that by the very smallest motion of your head. Nod when you feel perfectly focused."
The muscular neck tilted, ever so slightly, and I saw a furrow appear between Bill's brows.
"Good, and you can relax again, except for those tight hands."
The brow cleared. "And now you're ready for some reinforcement," I continued. "Those muscles are strong, but everyone can use some help! So in a moment you'll feel a touch on those clasped hands. A touch on those tight tight hands, as you feel my hands on yours. The touch will help reinforce your desire to hold tight."
Another small nod, and I began a light all-over stroking of that block of muscle and bone.
"The feeling is strong, Bill, very strong, as you breeeeathe over and over, over and over... the feeling like glue, like a strong, strong glue that feels cool as it seeps over your hands, over and over and over your hands, between your fingers, between your palms, and this glue is thick... thicker and thicker as I spread it around and around... around and around..." (moving my hands poetically over his, in time with my chant,) "...around and around your blocked hands. When I give you the word, you can relax your grip, Bill, but we'll let that strong glue build and set, set up thick, hard and strong, and then I'll let you relax for a moment, and then you can continue to breathe deeeeply and quietly, and listen only to the sound of my voice, Bill... only to me now... there are no other noises anywhere, just the deep strong breathing, and the deep strong voice... give yourself to the voice, Bill..."
I moved my head gradually closer to Bill's, until I was speaking very softly. "When you are perfectly aware of nothing but my voice, you may nod your head... good, very goood, Bill, you are nodding your head.
"That glue has set completely now, and it can hold your hands together, so you may verrrrry slowly try to relax those fingers, and loooosen that grip, and let the glue hold your palms together tightly, tightly, it's an unbreakable bond, and in a moment I'll allow you to prove a very interesting and absorbing fact... that your hands are stuck, stuck, stuck tightly together, Bill, that my glue has fastened them together sooo strongly that it's just impossible for you to break my hold... "
Just as with Elizabeth, Bill found that all his strength was now useless against the imaginary glue. I allowed, then encouraged him to try (and fail) to break his grip, and his face grew red with strain as his arms shook violently.
"Bill, you've built up a lot of tension," I now said, "and I'll let you relax alllll that strain, as I stroke your hands again, they relax, still holding together, relax, you can't break my hold, can you?" He shook his head.
I felt a tug at my waist, as Zarah unzipped my fly. My prick burst out, and she caressed it a few times, then nodded at me to continue.
"You are relaxed and breathing and hearing only my voice. Only my voice. Nothing exists but my voice for you. Your hands relax, your arms, and your face..." and I firmly began a temple massage as I stood behind him.
"You're letting go and sinking into my voice. Your signal for deep relaxation is the increasing weight and looseness of your muscles. You are soft, you are yielding and soft, and now I will very easily remove that glue and let your heavy soft arms relax limply down, down, down onto the table. That's it, you are powerless to move them, they have no ability to lift at all, do they? You may answer me quietly. Can you lift those arms at all? Try harder."
"... No... " and again his arms flexed impressively, as one set of muscles fought against another.
Zarah was miming an arm-wrestling contest to me, so I sat down across the table and lifted his arm, which weighed a ton, and felt as limp as rags. I stroked his forearms down to his fingertips and stopped his efforts.
"You will attempt to use your strength against mine in a contest, which you can never, never win, Bill!" I commanded. "Hold your right arm up and stiffen it against mine. Gooood. Exert all your effort to keep that one limb standing upright. Try harder, and feel my power as my arm and my voice have made you helpless. Here we go. Push!"
Bill's face registered no effort, but his biceps tightened and his arm locked.
"As you feel your arm pushed easily, easily down, you'll feel my control over you deepen and deepen... and deepen, until you're very deep now, sinking... sinking... " and I merely pushed his arm backwards to the table... "...and when you feel it touch the table you will give in completely... completely... and there it lies. You are deeply under my control now... deep within my power. Speak."
"I am in your power." The words came. "Open your eyes and look straight ahead."
He blinked slowly into the light.
"Look over here now, right at my eyes, Bill. That's it, gaze right into them. I will perfect my control now. Watch my eyes, fall into their power... I will make your lids heavy as lead weights... heavier... you are droopy and drowsy now... " and I stared HARD right at him, "and you blink and blink, and your brows lift up as you try to keep them open, but I command them to drooooop and looosen and close. I command them to close now... and you are deep asleep now. Sleep, Bill."
His head dropped down onto his chest, and he shortly began to snore gently. I was now rubbing my cock, as I gave in to all my fantasies. I lifted his head and tilted it backwards, and tested the flaccidity of his neck muscles. I gently stroked his forehead. My cock bumped against his torso, and I almost lost a load of jism right there! Zarah came up to me.
"Bill's not as ... experiment oriented ... as you seem to be, James," she told me, "and he'd probably not take suggestions involving male sexual contact ... yet. You've done wonderfully though, and we have about another hour... I have an idea for relieving both of us!"
Soon we were back in my living room. Bill had walked along slowly as we guided him. Zarah had taken his arm to surreptitiously guide him along, and I kept up a steady stream of trance suggestion as we walked. He now lolled back on my sofa. Zarah had quickly attached her camcorder to my large-screen monitor, and motioned me to continue. I noticed her hand disappear beneath her denim skirt as I began my seduction of Bill.
"Bill, listen once more, and respond to me," I intoned, "and I will let you enjoy a very pleasant and interesting dream. You are soon going to watch a movie, Bill. Do you like adult movies?"
He nodded, and his lips formed words.
"You will answer clearly, Bill, right now."
"I like adult movies."
"What do you like to see? Answer, and go deeper as you do."
"I like to see... to see... "
"I'll allow you to say anything you want, use any words at all... now I command you to answer!"
"I like to see big tits, big tits hanging and swinging around."
"Yes, he's a tit man, and it's causing troubles at home," interjected Zarah to me in a whisper. "Steer clear of tits for now, because mine aren't so big either, are they?"
She had soft, nice breasts, certainly not "centerfold" material, but plenty nice to yours truly, who could now see them plainly, as she was now undressed. Zarah's black panties were still on, though. She allowed me to caress her for a moment, and I pinched her nipples rather firmly, as she had done herself yesterday. They hardened like rocks, and she sighed.
"You wouldn't have been acting in a sex show for a bodybuilder in your living room four months ago!" She then got me back to the job at hand, and I turned again to my subject.
"Yes, Bill. Go on and tell me more things. You like to see a woman's pussy?"
"Yes."
"And...?"
"I like to see a hard-on. I like to see fucking... "
"Wonderful, Bill, that's just what you'll watch today! Relax wayyy back in your seat now, and listen carefully. When I allow your eyes to open you will be all alone in total privacy and solitude. You will of course remain deeply entranced, won't you? Yes, you are nodding, and I will let you watch a very special silent sex movie, right in front of you. There are two actors, who you don't recognize. They will be total strangers to you.
"As you watch this most enjoyable feature, I may ask you to talk about the action, or even to make suggestions. SOME of your suggestions will magically become part of that move as you watch! Won't that be fun?"
"Fun."
"Now lift your head up, and slowly, slowly open your eyes. The movie is starting. Watch and enjoy!"
I stood before him as his lids blinked and pulled upwards. "Speak. Tell me what you see before your eyes."
"I see a man, with a woman behind him. He's looking down at me, and he has a hard- on."
"Yes, good, now talk about his hard-on."
"It pokes out from his belly. There's no hair, and it's very pink. It's twitching in the air. Now he's spreading his legs a little and I can see his nuts. He's holding his nuts and flopping them around." Bill's breath got shorter. "This is good, he's starting to come."
Oh, shit, I was falling into my own trance! I felt that orgasmic burn starting up my shaft! I was desperate, but Bill continued describing the action.
"Now a woman comes around and looks at the man. She's touching her finger to his head and saying some things. He's nodding, and his dick's getting soft again. Now she kisses him, and he turns around again."
Saved! by Zarah, who saw my dilemma, and quickly removed some of my tension. I of course had sunk into trance instantly, and missed Bill's (amusing) color commentary till later, when I watched the videotape. She roused me again, with a giggle of amusement, and I tweaked her nips again, hoping she'd like it. She did.
"Yes, Bill," I continued shakily, "did you like to look at that erection? Why?"
"Yes, it was hard and strong, it could stick way up inside her cunt."
"I'll let you stay deeply hypnotized, and you may watch some more movie now. Watch and respond."
"He's standing facing me again. He opens his legs a little. Now the woman comes around and sits on the coffee table. Her face is touching his hip, and she's ... she's sliding a hand through his legs. Ohh."
"What is it, Bill? You are here alone in the theater, there's no one else here at all, shall I let you move your arms and hands?"
"Yeah... I'm gettin' a hard-on. It's exciting." I allowed him to release a short, thick penis from his sweatpants, and he began to fondle himself as he watched us.
"That's nice to see, she's sliding her fingers around his nuts, and his dick is coming up again. She's kissing the side of his dick. She's licking on it, and feeling his nuts, and it's really hard again!"
"Tell him that your dick will become his," urged my partner, looking up at me from her position at my groin.
"Bill, as you watch the man's penis, it might seem that you feel everything he feels, wouldn't that be nice?"
"Ohhh, I can feel that slobbery tongue on my dick," came the instant reply.
"Yes, just describe what you see now," I commanded.
"She's kneeling on the coffee table with her butt up in the air. It's wiggling. Now she's tickling him again."
"Yesss, Bill," I hissed. "Her fingers are stroking, stroking, stroking the underside of his big prick. It gets bigger...oooh! Go on, Bill!"
"Now he's tickling himself, and she's tickling his nuts. He's squeezing his dick, and it's purple, and she's pulling on his balls to make him move that... that... big purple dick... right up to her lips. She's looking up at him. Her eyes are big, real big!"
Tell me about it! I was watching as her tongue got her lips all slobbery, and slowly, slowly, slowly, she brought my balled-up glans to them. Her gaze was unblinking, but I felt awake. Awake! I felt superhuman, ordinarily I would have shot my wad ten minutes ago!
"Don't speak, Bill, watch now," I croaked.
I let her pull my cock head against her closed lips, and she lightly and wetly slid them across my tip. Again, again, and she pulled back to show me her slightly pursed O of a mouth, her red, red lips that looked very thick, covered in saliva, slippery, slippery lips, that again accepted just ... the ... very ... tip of my penis.
"Bill... remember you may come only when he does. Speak!"
The reply came in a croak. "Her lips are drooling on him, she's holding his nuts with her fingertips, and pulling it inside, it's slipping in, it's sliding in, she's stopping it. She's looking up at him. She's grabbing his butt now, and squeezing his ass. She's backing up off the table, she's kneeling on the floor."
She motioned me over closer to the couch. "Tell him to sit up closer!"
"Bill, you want to see better, sit up and lean forward. Forward. Deeper and deeper as you watch. Speak."
"She's right up close, I can see everything real close. Her mouth is big and round. Her cheeks are sucking in, they're puckered up. She's pushing him away... slowly. His dick is coming out little by little. It's slimy and red. Her lips are pulling after it, she's got her drool all over his dick. N-n-ngh. Just the head left in now. Nnnngh! She's so close, she tugs on his balls and his dick pops out."
Shploop!
"Her mouth is still open, there's drool running down her chin. She's turning to look... It's like she's looking right at me. Her lips are kissing and sucking and making that O shape. She's flickering her tongue. Her eyes... her eyes... " His voice got dreamy suddenly. I knew what that was all about, and I had to take a risk. This was MY subject for once!
"Oh, he's pulled her hair, and she's taking him in her mouth again. He's moving her head around on his dick. Faster and faster... Nnnnnngh, mmmmph... "
I pulled out, my dick on fire, and turned her face to Bill again. I brought my steaming cock right up to his face, too. It jerked near his open mouth.
"She's... slurping it again, she's smiling. It tastes good. Real good! She's gobbling at it, and licking it all over. It's so close. I can almost taste it myself!" He licked his lips.
Once again, I almost lost it, but had some reserve of control left. I brought my cock even closer to Bill's lips. He made little kissing noises. I pulled her mouth up right in front of his eyes, and plunged in again. She shook me a little, like a terrier, and I popped out again.
Bill was making loud slurping sounds himself now as his eyes bulged out of their sockets. He was jerking himself off, and looked close to coming.
"Your hands are heavy and limp again, Bill," I ordered, testing him. "They are helpless, they are heavy, they fall to your side. You cannot move them."
He whimpered a little, but his arms dropped like stones. His dick poked up impatiently.
"You are so aroused now Bill, but you can't come yet, there's lots more movie to go! and you can enjoy all the movie better by just imagining those sensations... the lovely slurrrpy feelings, alll over YOU!" I made a sound with my mouth, close to his ear, and his cock jerked. "That's right, deeper and deeper as you experience the next scene. Speak!"
"She's brought a chair in. She's pinching her tits, and he sits on the chair and pulls her tits over to his mouth. He's sucking on them, and pinching them. She puts her head back, and he strokes her throat. Her butt is wiggling around. She's turning around, and backing up to him. She's bending way down, oh God, her tits are dangling and flopping around, nnngh...
"He's holding her ass in his hands and he's pulling it back to his face. She's bent wayyy over the table, and he's tickling her butt. He's licking her... her whole crack, up and down, up and down. His fingers are twiddling her and tickling all around her crack. He's wiggling his head to get deeper. He spreads her apart, there's her asshole, he's licking all around it, she's wide apart, and he's licking her. She's shaking."
I pulled back, and standing, moved her rear to face my subject on the sofa.
"Her asshole is real red. It's puckering, and her cunt is all wet. It's really really wet! There's some drops coming out. He's opening her pussy wide, and sticks in his fingers, he's wiggling his fingers in her cunt. Now he's sitting back down, and he's pulling her onto his lap. She wiggles down on his lap. He's reaching around and flipping her nips with his finger, flipping them hard, and she's wiggling around."
That was an understatement! She was shaking like she had epilepsy! Especially inside! But I had a little extra plan for her. I found my voice.
"Watch this part Bill, you'll like this!" I held her buttocks and tried to lift her up off my lap. I managed to move her, then she got the idea and helped with her own legs. "Speak!"
"He's lifting her up and down!" said my subject. "She's feeling his dick in her while he lifts her up and down, up and down! She's smiling, she loves it, she's playing with her own tits!"
The strain on my arms was too much, and I guided her all the way off. She knelt again, and I sucked her bright labia and her clitoris for a few moments. then I stood up.
"Did you like our movie, Bill?"
"Nghngh... yes... yes! I'm horny! I'm horny! I gotta shoot, let me shoot!" His poor cock was twitching, and I watched him try to lift his hands from his couch.
"The movie's over, Bill, now let me sooooth you just a little, you're so hot, I'll just calm you down a little bit," I intoned, and drew his eyelids down. He was still breathing hard. I dared a little touch on his cock, and my hand felt like it would melt from his heat! I stroked his arms till I felt resistance cease again.
"Now Bill, you remember the end of the film, remember it well, and I'll give you a lovely wet dream. You know, a lovely wet dream where you can shoot off alllll by yourself as you sleeeeep. You can come and come and come!
"This dream will star you, Zarah!" I said in an aside, "if you like."
She nodded, understanding, and scampered into the bedroom, returning swiftly with a condom, which she unwrapped. She bent and kissed my dick again. I returned the favor by feasting on her ears, eyelids and neck as, with intrepid fingers and palms, I explored the Amazon jungle between her tightly-squeezed thighs.
"Bill, you are ready now," I said confidently, and he nodded his head vigorously, eyes closed. His dick was still very much erect. I moved to kneel at his feet, and said: "Now I will allow you to feel the same tingly sensation you saw on the screen. The lips slipped over and over and over his penis, and it got bigger and bigger with excitement. I opened the rubber, and began slipping it onto his cock. His whole pelvis jerked at the contact, and I said, "Bill, don't move! Just feeeel the tingle as you remain asleep!"
As I rolled the rubber down, my hands couldn't resist squeezing on his erection. I had never touched a man this way before, or ANY way, come to that! I guess his trance made it easy to dare. I could imagine what he was feeling pretty well, and my fingertips delicately followed his bursting contours.
"Now you will dream of a beautiful woman, a woman who wants you to stick your cock right into her, Bill! She wants you to hold her ass, and lift her up and down on your dick. She's wet and steamy-hot for you Bill, so I will allow you to gain all your mighty strength back into your arms. You will lift her and lower her many times, until I let you release your come. Tell me you will obey!"
"I will obey you, I'll obey you!"
"You may lift your arms. Feel her beautiful soft buttocks in your hands," and Zarah backed up to the sofa. She was grasped, and squeezed, and her eyes sparkled as she faced me.
"I'm hot, James, I'm soooo hot! No fooling around, let him pump me!" she whispered urgently.
"Bill, follow my timing commands. You may lower her right down onto your thick strong root now. Hold her right there!"
She was impaled on his cock. She wriggled her bottom all around, squeezing herself onto her intruder. This alone was enough to trigger her orgasm. As I watched, her neck flushed, and her fingers flew over her clitoris. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her breasts jiggled attractively. I sucked a nipple, hard as a little wooden peg, and she said "Awrkk." I sucked the other one, and she said "Ooooohhh."
"Are you ready for your fucking, Zarah?"
"Yes, you bastard... Fuck me, Bill, fuck me!" she insisted, forgetting that he was MY subject this afternoon! He simply sat there, waiting for my orders! What a power trip! She writhed around in frustration.
She was too hot to think of pulling her mesmeric tricks on me just then, or she chose to let me run things.
"You like waiting for a fucking, Zarah?" I challenged, and she cursed me again.
"I'm hot, James, make him fuck me! Make him fuck me hard!
"Bill," I said, ignoring her (for which I'd pay a price later!), "What weight can you curl?"
"Nnnngh... nnnnghghgh... two-eighty for twenty reps...Urrgh, it's tingling, it's tingling!"
"Bill, you will remain pleasurably erect, and just a little numb until I release you! Obey me!" He settled back again, and Zarah glared at me. I averted my eyes, I wanted to be aware of my entire production!
"See, Zarah, he can lift a lightweight thing like you a good while, especially when you help! You're ready?"
"James... look at me please... " came her voice, quivering yet low and firm. I resisted. I resisted!
"Wait, Mistress, I just want it to be perfect... I'm starting now! Bill, you will now lift and lower your woman. Up and down she goes, there... " I said soothingly to Zarah, "is that all right?"
"James, I'll.... I'll repay you for this... this.... oh God, make him go faster."
"Please?"
"Yes, please, please, you dildo head.. Oh, ohhhh..."
I risked turning back.
"Wonderful, Bill, it feels good, doesn't it, how does it feel on your big cock?"
"It's hot and slippery. It's squeezy on my cock!"
"Bill, you have fine strong arms. In your deep dream now you must lift and lower her faster, faster. Good, it's easy, isn't it?"
"Yes she is very light."
"Brace your elbows a little, and you can go on and on, it feels sooo good, Bill!"
My mistress agreed, she had leaned back completely against Bill's chest, and her head hung backwards. Her thighs straddled his knees, and I had an incredible view. He lifted her up and lowered her down with metronomic regularity. Her arms now flopped down to her sides, and her titties poked up toward me, as her shoulders pulled themselves backward. She seemed to be pretending she was helpless and soft and unable to move by her own will! I made a mental note of her state, as I adjusted her camera, and zoomed in a little.
She was approaching another climax, when I made another change. I was really banking on her sexual fervor to save me from retaliation.
"Slow down now, Bill, slow down and stop. Hold her up higher. Higher and higher. Lift, I command you!"
And soon his sheathed erection was poking into the air, just below a gaping pair of engorged labia. They dripped continuously onto his pubes. She wiggled her butt, but his arms didn't budge. Her eyes were wild as they flew open.
"Lower her back into your lap," I said. As he complied, I held his penis and prevented it from sliding back inside. The TV screen replayed the closeup of a cock nestled snugly in Zarah's cleft. She reached down and grabbed it. She rubbed it and slid it sideways over her labia, and vibrated it against her clit. Now she was coming again, to the chant of "Damn you ... damn you ...damn you..."
"Mistress, I want you please to suck me as you come," I begged, in my most subservient tones. "Lean forward and suck me. Please? I'm so hot, Mistress!" This was a tactic to blunt her anger, and leave her feeling in control of SOMETHING. It worked, she leaned forward as I requested, and her lips met my shaft. Then she nipped me slightly with her teeth, which set me off.
"Bill, you have your dreamy hot cunt now. Your dick is tingling. Lift your cunt as fast as you want. Jiggle it. Drop it down on your pole. Fuck. Your wet dream will come upon you. Fuck fast and hard!"
And we were off. Later, watching this scene on the tape years later, I would always come almost immediately, and so would anyone else who saw it.
Zarah leaned way forward. My knees were bent so I could lean forward. My cock thrust forward and upwards into her mouth. Zarah made noises in her throat, which was being jiggled up and down by the motions of her body. Her arms soon dropped away and dangled and flopped loosely down, as she was supported by Bill's strength and my hands under her armpits. She had stiffened her torso so that as she was lifted, her lips slid up, as she was dropped, she took as much as possible of me in. Sometimes she tightened her mouth so I just jiggled. I heard Bill grunting and gasping as he pistoned onto her, and she had stopped saying "Damn .. damn... damn," and was now chanting "phphphuck... phphphuck...phphuck" around my dick.
I felt my climax. Her tongue ravished me as it felt my first tiny wet burst, then I was pumping out, pumping and pumping. I pushed her back upright, and she trailed ribbons and filaments of jism from her slack lips as she flopped back against Bill again. Lift and drop lift and drop lift and drop...
Her hands worked at her clit again, and I stepped over and coated my hands in the juices from mouth and cunt. I rubbed them over her breasts, and their tips puckered up fearfully hard. She gasped quite loudly, and came as I massaged juice into her face and scalp as it jiggled up and down, up and down. The base of Bill's cock was inundated by her spendings.
"Are you ready to come, Bill?"
"Yessssssss!"
I pulled Zarah off, and she lay panting on the carpet, eyes closed, buttocks still squeezing, fingers between her legs, and I knelt down right between his outstretched feet.
"And now, deep in your wet dream, you're fucking, fucking, fucking!" His lips pulled back over his teeth. I smelt Zarah's gusher all over his condom, and spoke again to him, very loudly.
"You will say "Coming" out loud now, over and over, until you are spent, and deep asleep again. Come."
I touched my own fingertips to his testicles. I smelled Zarah, I tasted the pussy as my lips closed lightly around his shaft. Bill was saying "coming" very loudly, slower and slower, and I felt the tube of flesh in my mouth, encased by its thin slippery sheath, and it suddenly seemed to weigh more. I pulled back and watched as I tickled Bill's balls, and felt them pucker. The reservoir was suddenly cloudy, and stuck out as his fluid began to jet. I knew how he felt, believe me!
"Com-m-m-mingggg," crooned Bill, leaning back. I milked and tickled him further, watching the cloudy liquid pulse into the rubber, oozing around his bulbous tip, backing almost halfway up the length of his pecker.
"Com-m-m.... " came the very low voice, and now I heard his breath deepen and strengthen again. His erection was drooping, but when I held it again, I felt a surge. I rested my hand there, squeezing gently on his softening penis like I did to myself when masturbating. I rotated his balls, and cupped them, as they too slowly softened and hung down again. Bill slept.
Zarah was whispering something from the floor, and I bent down to hear.
"Suck me clean too, James, please? I loved it when you cleaned me yesterday. Send him back to the park. Hurry! I'm still aroused! Show him a pendulum, you'll get hard again too!"
That I couldn't believe, but I rolled myself upright, and pulled his track pants up again. I took his hands, and bade him stand. He rose up out of the sofa as if he were oiled.
"Bill, I will now send you back to the park. Do you remember where you came to meet Zarah?"
"Yes."
"You will be alert as you walk there now. When you arrive, you will give yourself a signal. This signal will cause you to sit on a park bench and fall deep asleep. Understand?"
"Deep asleep," he nodded.
"Yes, and when you awaken, you will remember NOTHING of this afternoon... you never met Zarah, you have not met me... you spent the whole afternoon jogging, and sleeping in the park. Repeat."
"...Jogging and sleeping in the park."
"Perfect. Here is your signal. extend your arm straight in front of you. Yes. Open your sleepy eyes. Good... now, hanging from your finger is a shiny pendulum, Bill. I'll take your hand and move it just a little. Watch the pendulum sway and sparkle in the light. When you see it clearly, tell me... "
"... I see it," he said, and his eyes swayed back and forth. Yes, the sight made my cock rise again!
"You see it sparkle clearly. This is your signal. When you get to the park bench, hold out the pendulum, watch it for a few seconds, become drowsy, drop off to sleep right on the bench. Forget everything from the time you met us today. Obey all my orders, Bill."
"I will obey you."
"Of course you will. Now you may leave. You are alert, and you will stay alert enough to get to the park."
He left us, and I turned to Zarah, with a semi hard-on. It stiffened as she praised my abilities.
"You will make a wonderful master, James!" she cooed, "I knew you would! Would you like to fuck me now?" She lay on her back, opened her eyes (and her knees) wide, and lifted her pudendum up toward me.
I was on her in a flash. The rest you can imagine, but it didn't last long, I was so exhausted!