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The Addicted Natural


Chapter Three  The Way It Always Will Be



What are you planning to do now? I asked gently. My opinion of Menlo obviously hadnt improved an iota from my previous encounter. I was hoping to somehow convince Brenda to go to the authorities.

She thought about this for a remarkably short time; a few seconds, perhaps, but she gave me the impression that her decision had been carefully thought out.

I guess Ill go to his show tonight.

WHAT? I said it loud enough to make her jump. She looked at me questioningly. Brenda, theres no way Im going to let you get anywhere near that asshole; tonight, or anytime in the future! He belongs behind bars, not roaming around playing with innocent womens minds!

Its not his fault, Fred, she said quickly, sadly. Im the one who needs what he has to offer. Im the one who  did what I did because I need the peace he can give me. She paused while I fumed. I have to go there tonight because he said it was his last night here. Hes going to leave tomorrow, and this is the last time Ill have the chance to go to my special place. I wont have to go up to the stage. He doesnt even have to know Im there. I can sit in the back, and when he hypnotizes some other girl, Ill just let it happen to me, too. Itll just be one last time, before he goes away. She looked up at me imploringly, trying to make me understand. I need to feel it again, just once more.

I tried to pick my words carefully. How was I going to break this guys hold over her? Brenda, you dont have to go back to him. There must be half a dozen professional hypnotists in the Yellow Pages. Ill go with you and well get you some help. With patience, we can break this thing, and you wont be plagued by this room of yours, ever again.

NO! She was on her feet, a look of utter panic in her eyes, backing away from me in fear. I was totally unprepared for so dramatic a response. She shook her head at me. She appeared consumed with fright.

Hey! Hey! Calm down! I said. Dont be like that! Im only trying to help.

Dont take away My Room! she implored, whining like a little girl. Please dont let anybody take it away! You dont understand! Please!

Okay, okay. Bad idea, I said. Come on, sit down with me on the couch and lets talk about this. I promise I wont let anyone take away your room!

I sat down on the couch and put my arm along the back, waiting patiently for her to join me. Slowly, the panic drained from her, and she slumped down beside me. I put my arm around her. It felt good. She sat stiffly for a long moment, then buried her face in my chest and let me hold her.
Please, she whispered. Let me go to him; just one last time.

I thought for a minute, but there was no way I was going to let her go back to that jerk. There must be another way, I said gently. What if I explained it to a professional hypnotist, and we can just let him take you to you special room. Just that, and nothing else. He could let you stay there for an hour then wake you up. End of session, and I give you my word that he wont try to change you, or change the room. How about that?

She seemed to consider it for a moment, then she looked up at me with those huge green eyes. YOU could do it, Fred, she said in a whisper.

It took me a moment to understand her meaning. Me? You mean you want ME to hypnotize you? I dont know the first thing about it!

She looked back down at her hands. I could teach you.

I opened my mouth to protest, then shut it again. She had almost hypnotized herself while telling me about the experience, so with her coaching, I just might be able to pull it off. My major concern was trust. Not with her; but with ME. Could I trust myself with Brenda when I had her completely in my power? In my power! What an amazingly captivating concept. And she would be, too, if she had explained her experiences truthfully. Shed be mine for the taking. Id be able to do  anything!

Brenda, I dont know .

Please? she begged.

There was a little devil sitting on my shoulder telling me to DO it, while my conscience voted a firm NO. Now, Brenda was begging me for it. Two out of three. The ayes had it.
Okay, what do I do?

Really!? She snapped her head up and looked at me, hope and excitement in her eyes. Youll really do it?

One condition, I warned seriously. If I do this, you stay away from Menlo; now, and forever. You dont go near him. Understand?

Yes, anything! she gushed excitedly.

I took a deep breath. It was hard to control my excitement. I had a raging hard-on. Okay, what do I do?

She turned to face me. You order me to look into your eyes, she said matter-of-factly.
Ive acted in a few stage plays, both in high school and college, as well as a community theater effort or two, but this was going to take all of my acting ability. If I could just get through this one line without laughing, I felt I would have it made.

Look into my eyes, I ordered firmly, without even cracking a smile. I felt that line warranted an award of some sort. She stared up at me with big, curious eyes, looking deeply into mine. We stayed like that for several long seconds. What now? I coaxed.

You tell me to relax, she said, her voice barely above a whisper. You tell me over and over again; and each time, Ill relax more and more.

There was another pause, and I told her to relax several times, making my voice firm but soft at the same time. Her shoulders seemed to slump slightly.

I paused again, and she took the hint, telling me that her arms had to become heavy now; that a wonderful heaviness was inside her whole body. Without another word from me, her hands plopped down onto her lap, and as she continued to stare up at me, her mouth opened slightly. She was in exactly the pose she had been in with Menlo. When I didnt say anything for too long, she whispered the word Please! and I continued as best I could.

You are so relaxed now, I told her, feeling like a guy on stage who hadnt studied his lines. So heavy and so relaxed. You feel wonderful, dont you?

Wonderful, she murmured, but offered nothing else.

You have to tell me what comes next, Brenda.

The special words, she said. She could hardly get it out. My special words.

Special words? Ah, yes. Submit and obey.

Submit and obey, she repeated dumbly. Submit and obey. Submit and obey. She repeated it over and over, mumbling, as if she were talking in her sleep.

Shhh! I said softly, and immediately she was silent. Tell me whats next, Brenda. I couldnt seem to talk above a firm whisper.

There is only your voice, she answered in a monotone. Only your eyes. Then you have to make me surrender; surrender and sleep.

I decided to ham it up a bit. After all, I had suddenly been handed the male lead in this play. So relaxed, I said, a little more loudly, a little more authoritatively. So very relaxed. Youre so heavy, so wonderfully heavy. And now you see only my eyes; hear only my voice. Submit and obey.

Submit and obey. Submit and obey, she intoned dully
.
Only my eyes; only my voice. And now youre sleepy, arent you? So very sleepy. Surrender and sleep.

It was as if someone snapped off a switch in her hear. Her eyes shut immediately, and she slumped back against the back of the couch; limp and unconscious. The suddenness of it shocked me. I just sat there, staring at her. I gingerly reached out and moved her ponytail, which had fallen across her face. She was smiling, just as I had seen her after my encounter with Menlo.

Brenda?

Yes, Freddy.

Freddy? Her voice was firmer than I had anticipated. She didnt sound groggy or disoriented at all. This was her normal, conversational tone of voice. Where are you, Brenda?

Im in my room, of course.

I wished I had some course of action planned. What are you doing? What are you thinking about?
Im just lying here on my bed. I love it here. I dont mind at all that Im naked. And Im thinking about you, Freddy.

A little understanding was beginning to dawn, anyway. Freddy was her pet name for me. It obviously came to her easily in this subconscious state. No wonder Menlo had reacted with disbelief when I told him no one ever called me that.

I ordered her to tell me about her room, and for several minutes, she described it in some detail. It seems that the bed was the only piece of furniture in her imaginary nirvana, but it appeared to be enough for her. She couldnt say enough about how soft and comfortable it was. The wallpaper was different every time she visited the place, and it was always very old, yet very colorful, rich and picturesque. The chandelier hanging above her bed had small, shiny gold pocket watches interspersed among the prismatic crystals. Then she idly referred to the bed as her bed of truth.

Why do you call it that?

Because I know that everything you tell me while Im lying on it is the truth. And, of course, everything I say to you is the truth, as well. Only the truth .

The implications of this little revelation became immediately apparent. She would believe everything I told her, without question. It would automatically be considered the truth.

Can you sit up? I asked. I dont mean in your room; I mean here, with me?

Of course, she said, and she immediately pushed herself off the back of the couch, sat upright, and opened her eyes. The abruptness of this action caused me to jump a bit, and it took me a moment to realize that while her eyes were open, they stared straight ahead of her at the center of room, unseeing.

Are you still in Your Room? I asked
.
She laughed. She really has a marvelous laugh. Of course I am.

When I first asked what you were thinking about, you said it was me. What were you thinking about me?

I was surprised you are my master. I think thats wonderful! I know Im going to love having you as my master!

Master? This was only getting better.

Of course. I have to obey whoever brings me here. I thought only Menlo could, but I was wrong. YOU brought me here, and now I have to obey you. Id never be able to wake up, otherwise. I must obey.

Does it bother you, having a master?

Oh, no! In my room, Im free. Free from anxiety, free from pain, free from want. No hunger, or need, or embarrassment, or insecurity. No decisions, no deadlines. Free. Im completely your slave, but completely free. Ive never felt more free!

What a racket! How long did it take Menlo to think this up?

Brenda, what did you and Menlo talk about when you were here before?

I dont know. I forget when I wake up. I cant remember.

Hmmm. A little experimentation was in order. Brenda, you will now be able to remember what you talked about before. Think, and youll remember.

Her brow creased. Slowly, the smile was replaced with a frown, and her head cocked a little to one side. Im  I  Freddy, I know I can remember, but . Her head began shaking from side to side. Freddy, she said, much more loudly than before, I know I can remember, but I cant seem to . Her voice was increasing in pitch.

In a flash, I thought of an old Star Trek episode in which a smug Captain Kirk had told an android that the truth was really a lie. The fake smoke pouring out of the androids ears from failing to deal with the conundrum wasnt up to Hollywood standards, even back in the 60s.

Hold it, Brenda, I implored quickly. Its okay, I was only kidding. Relax! You dont have to remember.

Almost immediately, she stopped her fidgeting, and the smile drifted back to her lips. Note to self: paradox does not mix well with hypnosis.

I decided Id try something else. Brenda, I said tentatively, Are you sure there is no other furniture in your room?

She actually turned her head to the left and right, looking unseeingly around the living room. No, only my bed. But thats enough. I love my bed.

Brenda, if you watch, over to the left, against the wall, Im going to give you a present. Its a mirrored vanity. A beautiful piece of antique furniture. You didnt notice it before because I didnt let you see it. But you can see it now, cant you?

A big smile lit her face. Oh, its beautiful. Can I go to it?

Yes. Go to it, sit down on the antique chair, and describe it to me.

She didnt budge on the couch, but after a half-minutes pause, she continued. I love it! Oh, Freddy, its wonderful! The chair is a little chilly on my bare butt, but I dont mind. It has a heart-shaped mirror attached to a silver frame. There are lots of drawers, and I know just whats in each of them; my silver brush and comb, the lipsticks, the eye liners .

Brenda, I want you to look in the mirror. Its a special mirror, and you will be able to look into it and see how beautiful you really are. Your hair is dark and lovely, your complexion young and clear, your body soft and smooth. The mirror reflects your femininity. You are oh, so feminine. You feel SO feminine.

She stared straight ahead, rapt. Her hand reached up to her shoulder, and she let the nails rake gently down her breast and across the point on her blouse where her nipple poked up at the thin fabric. A tear trickled down her smiling cheek. Oh, Freddy. This is wonderful. This is such a wonderful gift! A new part of My Room!

Okay, so I knew I could alter the room. The question was how to find what I knew was hidden there.

Brenda, Id like you to get up and walk around Your Room a little bit. Do you remember telling me that Menlo made you do something here? I know you cant remember what it was, but I think there is something hidden here. I need you to help me find it.

Her brow wrinkled again for a moment, but then she gave me a determined smile. Okay, Freddy. Ill try, but I dont see anything else here. Only my bed and my new vanity.

Is there anything hanging on the walls?

No.

Nothing else in the room at all?

No. Only the rugs.

Rugs? Tell me about them.

Theyre braded oval rugs. The bed is on the largest one. Theres another one here by my new vanity; sort of in the center of the room.

That was it, I was certain. Go over to it, Brenda. I think theres something underneath it. Can you lift one edge of it?

Oh! Oh, my! Theres a .

Trap door, I finished. Theres a trap door, isnt there?

Yes. Her voice sounded small and unsure.

Do you know whats down there, below the door?

No. I  I dont know if I want to know. I .

Open the door, Brenda. There was a long pause. Is it open?

Yes. She sounded a little scared.

Do you know whats down there now?

I am. Everything that makes me  ME. My soul. When Im down there, its the way it always was  and the way it always will be.

I thought about that for a long minute. It didnt make a lot of sense. Only one way to find out. I may be treading on thin ice here, but no matter what I thought of Menlo, I didnt think hed set this up in such a way that she could be hurt.

Go down there, Brenda. Let me know when you have arrived in the room below.

Okay, Freddy. She sounded like a little girl. After a long moment, she resumed in a voice that was a monotone. Im here, Freddy.

Where are you, Brenda?

Here.

Tell me about it. What do you see? What are you doing?

Im sitting in a chair. Im just here. I dont see anything.

What happens here, Brenda? Do you know?

Nothing happens here. This is just the way it always was, and the way it always will be.

All right, I could figure this out. I knew I could! But there didnt seem to be a starting place. Do you remember being her before?

I think Ive been here, but I dont remember. It doesnt really matter, anyway. Its just the way its always been .

And the way it always will be, I finished, exasperated.

Yes.

I got up and paced around the living room. Whatever and wherever this was, it was the place she equated with a soul; and it was here that he had created this addiction idea, not to mention the concept of giving sex in exchange for hypnosis. Had he made it irreversible? It certainly sounded like it, with this way it always will be rigmarole. But what if ?

The idea hit me with a lot of force. It sort of put a whole new spin on the idea of change. If I was right, any changes implemented here wouldnt be considered changes at all. They would simply be  true. The way it always was. Menlo was a genius, the son of a bitch!

I had to try this, had to see if it was true. But I paused a long while, considering. This was nothing to be treated lightly. Whatever I experimented with may well be permanent. After a lot of consideration, I thought I had something. It would be a change in her life, and yet, if permanent, it wouldnt be THAT big a change. I found I was shaking. If this worked, and if I was right, it meant I could do ANYTHING to her; and not only would she be changed, she wouldnt even KNOW it was a change.

Brenda?

Yes.

Last night, did you get drunk?

Yes, a little. I was high, you know?

How much did you have to drink?

Three bottles of beer.
No, Brenda, youre wrong. You only had one bottle of beer. I paused and observed her closely. She showed no reaction at all; she just sat there, staring straight ahead. You see, Brenda, you have a particularly low tolerance to alcohol; you always have. After only one drink, you show the same symptoms that others show when theyve had three or four. After only one drink, you feel happy and high; giddy and sort of silly; its a little hard for you to think normally, but you like the feeling, dont you?

Yes, she said, smiling a little. Its always been like that.

I was right! You like feeling that way, but you are also very aware of your weakness. You have to watch yourself very carefully. You know what can happen if you drink too much. Have you ever been very, very drunk, Brenda?

Yes, she answered, without hesitation. Once, my suitemates and I had a girls only party, and I got so drunk I passed out. The next day, I thought I was going to die! Id drunk a whole six- . She looked suddenly confused.

Three beers, I said quickly. Youd had three beers. Now you know what three drinks can do to you, dont you?

She nodded. Ill never drink three beers again. I felt terrible.

After two drinks, it will be hard for you to walk or talk, I said, confident now that I was on the right track. So you must be very cognizant of your weakness, and pace yourself, isnt that correct?

Yes, she said, nodding again. Its important to know your limit.

But you do like to drink a little, dont you? What do you like best?

White wine. I love chilled white wine. But I shouldnt drink too much.

Thats right, Brenda. Very good. You can go back up to your room now, and get in your bed. Please close the trap door and replace the rug when you go up, and let me know when youre in your bed again.

A long minute went by before she told me that she was once again in her favorite place.
Brenda, do you remember where youve been. Did you go somewhere else in your room?
She thought a moment. I think I did, but I dont really remember.

Thats okay. Do you like to drink? Whats your favorite alcoholic drink?

White wine. I cant drink too much, though. Ones my limit. Ive always had a very low tolerance for alcohol.

Do you like pizza?

Sure!

You have a craving for pizza, Brenda. (I didnt have a lot of spending money at the moment.) Wake up now.

She blinked several times, then stretched and yawned, just as shed done when I awakened her before. Again, my eyes were drawn to her outthrust chest, and again she blushed with downcast eyes, but made no attempt to cover herself.

How do you feel?

Great! I knew you could do it to me! I went right under, didnt I?

Yes, you did. Are you hungry? I was thinking of going out for a bite to eat.

Pizza! she squealed. Could we get some pizza?

Oh, this was too easy! Everything comes with a price, however, and in this instance, she insisted on getting ready, which meant, of course, twenty minutes in the bathroom, primping for our first date. It was worth the wait, however. She had taken her hair down, and it was absolutely breathtaking; very long, straight, shiny, and raven black, it hung to the small of her back. Her makeup had been retouched, her blouse tucked into the skirt. The bra must still be in her purse, however, and I made a concerted effort not to leer.

I wont go into great detail about our evening out, except to say that it was perfect in every respect. We walked to the local pub, her hand on my arm, exactly the way she had described walking with Menlo; but by the time we got there, Id taken her hand in mine and we were like a couple of teens suffering from a terminal case of infatuation. For an hour, we talked, and I was absolutely enthralled by her. She deftly kept steering the conversation back to my work, my writing, my thesis (which was due in a week), and she made several really good recommendations. For the first time, I came to understand that it might be extremely advantageous if my hold over her was more than physical. If she could write as well as she spoke, we might actually undertake a few projects together. I wondered how long it would take her, through a little concentrated tutoring, to surpass my abilities.

All through the meal (we split a medium cheese pie  four pieces for me, two for her), she sipped from her one glass of wine and became more and more animated. By dinners end, she was absolutely giddy. She laughed at my smallest joke, giggled from time to time, and seemed to blush frequently. Finally, she leaned forward and whispered to me: I wish Id worn the bra.

I think Ive made an admiral effort not to stare, I told her with mock seriousness.

Oh, youve been a right proper gentleman, she said, slurring the words slightly. But the bloke behind you is making eyes at me. It was an English pub.

Shall I bop the blokes block off? With a snort, she dissolved into a fit a giggles. Time to get you out of here, I said, and helped her to her feet.

If we hadnt walked home in silence, I might not have been consumed with such insidious thoughts. I realized at the time, strolling with my arm around her, that what I was contemplating was worse by far than the crimes of which I had accused Menlo, but I knew I couldnt resist this overwhelming temptation. If there is a God, I thought, I would surely go to hell for this. And yet, I knew I would do it. The idea was simply too good to possibly pass up.

It was an epiphany, really. I guess we all have our little hang-ups, our little insecurities. Mine, quite frankly, was one of size. I considered myself under-endowed. Not that I couldnt use the equipment I was blessed with. On the contrary, of the half-dozen sexual liaisons in my life, all the ladies expressed satisfaction in my abilities; most had asked for return engagements; and some had even sought a more permanent relationship - which I was inclined, at those times, to decline. And yet, I always considered my size, in the dick department, average at best. Ive often wondered if size DOES matter, as the old clich goes, and lamented that I might never really know first hand.
But if beauty really IS in the eye of the beholder, then my member might appear beautiful indeed in Brendas eye; for I could make her see anything I damn well pleased.

We stopped in front of my house. I want you to come inside, I told her.

I dont know, she said demurely, her eyes downcast, her cheeks crimson. Ive had too much to drink. Maybe I should go on back to the dorm.

I stepped back a pace, which left her, for a moment, swaying wobbly on her feet. I extended a hand. I want to hypnotize you again.

Without a thought, she put her hand in mine, and I led her toward the door. You dont have to if you dont want, she said lamely. I mean, I dont want you to feel obligated .

I had her inside by then. Look into my eyes, I ordered sternly, and without the hint of a laugh. It went very quickly. Im not a bad actor, and I learn my lines without much effort. I was a little concerned about the possibility of her collapsing on the floor in a hypnotic puddle at my feet, but when the spoken order to surrender and sleep was given, she swayed a little, and then nestled into my arms, just as she had done with Menlo that afternoon. In no time at all, I had her body sitting on the couch, as she was during our last session, and her mind in her wonderful room. Then, I wasted no time in having her peel back the braided rug and descending into her soul below.

Brenda?

Yes, Freddy.

Brenda, what I am about to tell you will not alter the way things have always been, but you are about to notice a difference in the way things will always be. Does that make sense?

She wrinkled her brow. I dont know, she said quietly. I dont think I understand.

I tried to pick my words carefully. You have had relationships with people in the past, and you know how you felt about them then, and how you feel about them now. Do you understand that?

I guess so.

But youve never really had a relationship with me before, have you? You dont know how you might react being with me. It might be totally different with me. It may even surprise you. Does that make sense?

She smiled. Yes.

Have you ever kissed a guy for a long time?

Yes, when I was a senior in high school, Reggie McPherson took me parking on a lovers lane near his house. He kissed me and I let him touched me, but I wouldnt let him go too far. He took me parking there twice, but I ended it after that. I was afraid I wouldnt be able to stop him from going all the way if I did it again.

Do you remember the feeling it gave you to have him kiss you? Describe it to me.

It made me all excited and fluttery inside. I felt pretty and wanted. After awhile, I got dizzy, and thats when Id let him touch me. I really liked it. I knew I should make him stop, but I didnt want to. It was MYSELF I didnt trust. I mean, he wanted to do it to me, but all guys want that. It would have been my fault if Id let it go too far. But I got close to letting him. I could hardly control my body. That second time, he blew in my ear, and I almost lost it. I panicked. I made him take me home, and I wouldnt go out with him again.

Brenda, when you kiss me, you will have that same feeling, only magnified many times. It will be very intense, and you will find that you feel very feminine, just like you feel sitting in front of your vanity in your room. Very excited, very aroused. More so than youve every felt before. You will find that you cannot possibly fight such desires burning inside you. Your body will long to be touched, caressed. You will want to give yourself to me completely, and you will not be able to resist. Your reaction will surprise you, but it will be undeniable. And that reaction will always be the same; you will never get used to it. It will always surprise you in its intensity. Do you understand?

She was breathing deeply. Yes.

Brenda, do you ever touch yourself; sexually, I mean?

Yes.

Tell me about it.

My roommate is dating this guy pretty heavily, and shes gone a lot of nights, staying with him. When shes gone, I think about you, and I touch myself. I touch my breasts and between my legs. I put my finger inside my  pussy, and I pretend its you. I pinch my nipples, and I pretend its you sucking on them. I dont last long. I come, and then I go to sleep.

Do you move your body when you do this? Do you make noises?

Oh, I couldnt make noises! Somebody might hear! I want to, and sometimes little sounds come out of me, but I cant be too loud, or somebody might hear me. That would be  more than embarrassing. And the same thing with my body. My bed squeaks, and I cant let my body move too much. Sometimes, when I just cant control myself anymore, I roll over on my tummy, then lift my butt up and spread my legs. That way, I can rub myself really hard, right on my clit, and I pinch my nipple really hard, too. And that always makes me come right away. I bury my face in my pillow so the sounds arent too loud. At least, I hope they arent. Sometimes, when I come like that, I go right to sleep, even before I put my nightgown back on. I wake up in the middle of the night, and I remember what Ive done, and I hope that I didnt make enough noise for someone to hear.

Brenda, when I touch you, the feeling of my hands on your skin will be much, much more intense than you ever imagined. It will make you feel even more feminine, and excited and aroused than you ever thought possible. You will want to submit to me. You will want me to do things to you; to do anything I want to you. You will want to feel more and more of the feelings I make you experience. You wont be able to control yourself. Your body will want to move, and you wont be able to stop it. Sounds will want to come out of you, the sounds of love, and you will have no control over them. My hands will make your body move and the sounds come. You will have no control over me, and no control over your body.

She made a noise, deep in her throat. Her hips had begun wriggling in her seat.

And my mouth, Brenda; the things that I do with my mouth will be even more excruciatingly exciting. Do you understand?

Her lips had parted. She began breathing hard through her mouth. Yes! Yes, I understand. A pause. And you could blow in my ear!

I couldnt help but laugh at that, but she, of course, didnt notice. Yes, Brenda. But the most amazing thing of all will be my cock. Have you ever wondered what it looks like?

Yes! she panted.

But you have no idea how large it is. It will shock you, when you see it. It always will, even when youve seen it over and over again; every time you see it again, its size will surprise you. It will scare you a little, too. At first, you will wonder if you can possibly get it inside you. And after youve seen it many, many times, you will be amazed at your bodys ability to accommodate it. Do you understand?

Oh, my gosh! Yes, yes, I understand.

My cock and balls will fascinate you. You will love looking at them. You will be embarrassed, of course, by your perverse desires, but you will long to touch them and caress them, and stroke my cock. You will be amazed at the different ways my cock feels and smells and tastes. And with each new way, you will find that you truly love it. Love the feel and smell and taste. Do you understand, Brenda?

She whimpered. Yes.

You will feel obligated to put my cock in your mouth, to taste it and suck on it.

Yes! My roommate says thats the only time a woman is REALLY in charge of a man sexually; when shes giving him a blow job. She says that a woman can make her man do anything for a good blow job.

Ah, yes, I responded. But you will soon find that you are not like most women. When my cock is in your mouth, you will find yourself very, very excited sexually. You will find control of any kind almost impossible, and you will love that feeling; the feeling of losing control. When my cock is in your mouth, you will imagine it in your pussy, pumping in and out of you, impaling you, forcing you to accept every inch of it deep, deep inside you. You will imagine your mouth, your body, as a sexual implement to be used for my satisfaction; and that will excite you to the point of distraction. You will find that even when I am so deep inside your mouth that Im pushing against the back of your throat, you will be able to accept it easily; relaxing your throat and swallowing me.

She was making constant little mewling sounds.

And when it is inside your cunt, you will find that it fills you completely, impossibly. You will feel every long inch of it, rubbing inside you, moving in and out of you, rubbing your clit, stroking every part of your sex. So massively big. Do you know what a G  spot is, Brenda?

She panted a couple of times. Yes, she wheezed, trying to catch her breath. I read about it in a library article, but I dont think I have one. I reached as far inside of myself as I could one night, but I didnt feel anything.

You cant reach that far up inside of yourself, Brenda. Youll find that out when I put my cock into you really, really deep. When Im that far up inside of you, so very far up inside of you, you will feel me poking against something, and you will know, deep in your mind, that it must be your G-spot; because it will be so intense, so wonderfully erotic and sensitive, that you wont be able to stop the orgasm that will come. Youll know then, wont you, Brenda?

OH GOD, FREDDY! she moaned.

I said nothing for a long couple of minutes, and watched her slowly calm down again. When her breathing was back to normal, she surprised me with what I thought a slightly rebellious remark.

But this isnt right. Its for you. The sex is supposed to be for you. I need to repay you for bringing me to my room again. I should be giving YOU pleasure. Mine isnt important.

I gawked at my hypnotic slave. After considering for a minute, I figured, what the heck! Yes, I said as matter-of-factly as I could, youre right. You must always try to please me, but unfortunately, your body will betray you. You wont be able to resist, will you? You cannot resist your body, and you must not resist me. You have so little control over things, Brenda. How does that make you feel?

Its sort of like being in my room, she answered quietly. I have no control there, and I love it. I think that not having any control when Im with you might be  nice. She said no more, and eventually, I made her leave her soul and climb back to her room above.
 
In another minute, she was fully awake.
