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Julia Always - 3 (MF, intr-asian, affair)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1995

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I postponed my next heavy encounter with Julia, and just observed her over
the next couple days. We worked in fairly close proximity every day, and I
thought I could watch for any return of her trance memories, but she seemed
to be fully "playing" along with the posthypnotic suggestions. Also, now
that I was more certain I could be intimate with her, some of my own
tensions dissipated a little.

Still, I couldn't resist "testing" my influence over her on a few
occasions. The very next evening, strolling back across campus after a
concert, I observed her walking in a rather droopy manner ahead of me,
carrying her horn case. She hadn't seen me following her. Glancing around
me, I could see no other people in our immediate vicinity, and I increased
my pace to catch up with her from behind. She glanced around when she heard
my step, and she said "Hi," listlessly.

I didn't answer, but taking her hand, pulled her around the corner of a
building, After an initial small resistance, she allowed herself to be led
into the shadow of some high shrubbery.

"What's going on?" she asked, in a somewhat annoyed manner.

"Tilt your head up, and look up into the sky," was my only reply.

"Why?"

I held one of her hands, grasped the nape of her neck somewhat firmly, and
just repeated my order.

Her head slowly tilted back.

"Look straight up, way up into space."

I waited for another answer, but none came. When her eyes gazed straight
upwards, I released her hand, held fingers against temples and said firmly:
"Drift... drift... annnnnd... you may sleep now, keep your eyes open and
sleep."

There was a thump as her hand released her horn case, dropping it onto the
ground. I released her, and stood back a moment.

"While you sleep out in space, I wish to caress your deeper self a moment.
When I release you, continue back home unaware of this interlude. Tell me
you understand."

"Yes," came the answer, almost immediately.

My hands pressed her shoulders, back and sides. I pulled her shoulders
back, and brushed very lightly over her bosom. I indulged my dangerous whim
long enough to try one more caress. My palm brushed the front of her
throat, and slid down, down over the outthrust bosom, over the flat stomach
and belly, and actually lighted firmly over her pubic mound, pressing
against her in a non-sexual way, while my other hand grasped one buttock.
Her body swayed, and I felt the glutei tremor and clench as she tried to
maintain balance in this unfamiliar position.

I now righted her head, closed her eyes with two fingertips, and brushed my
lips against hers, then told her she'd awaken in a just a moment.

"You felt very dizzy, and you'd better bend down while you come back from
deep space," I said. Take three deep breaths and you'll feel just fine."

I backed well away from her, and when I saw her shake her head and look
around her in a bewildered way, I hurried up again.

"You OK?" I asked.

"I felt... really... weird... Gene... Gene, weren't you just here?"

I held her chin, looked right into her eyes, and said "No, I just came up.
Just now. You were dizzy, then I helped you up."

"Yes, yes, that's right," she said, and shook her head again. "Been working
too hard. I guess you better give me another treatment soon, huh?" and she
let me lead her back onto the path and back to our dorm, not chatting much
at all.

A couple afternoons later, I dropped in on her in her dorm suite, and found
her alone. She smiled, and patted the couch next to her. She said that
everyone else was out on a bicycle excursion.

"You don't come over here much this summer... how come?"

"I find it much more... relaxing in the studio... in the studio I can just
seem to relax completely," I intoned. She didn't speak, and I carefully
approached her, without breaking eye contact. I touched her forehead with
one finger. After a moment, her eyes rolled up and crossed comically, then
her head lay back against the sofa cushion.

"Very soon now I will treat you, Julia," I continued, "just as you want.
You want to be treated more and more, don't you?"

"Yes... can you treat me now?" came a little high- pitched voice.

"Is the tension building inside?"

"I think so..."

"When you are certain of your need, come to my suite, and we'll talk."

"All right."

"I'll tell you a funny joke now, and the laughter will rouse you, with no
memory of this command. Here's the joke: the chicken crossed the road."

After a moment, she laughed, and stood up to offer me a coke. I declined,
and left her still smiling at my great sense of humor.

Not fifteen minutes later she knocked at my door. I drew her inside, and
made sure the door was bolted securely. When I turned to face her, she did
not exclaim at my unusual behavior at all.

"What can I do for you?" I asked innocently, and I saw a look of hesitant
bewilderment pass over her elfin features.

"What... I... I just came over, I guess.." she finally stammered, but did
not back away as I approached her, and took her chin in my fingers. I
tilted her face up and longed to kiss those lips, but simply looked at her.
Our gazes locked, and I decided simply to stare into her eyes without
speaking. Neither of us made a move or a sound. The moment lengthened,
until I gradually removed my hand. Her face remained tilted upwards.
Another long moment passed, and I was sure she had gone under.

"Sit over there on the sofa, and sink deep into the cushion," I now ordered
in a very soft voice, and she turned and complied. Her face was calm and
composed, but I noticed a tremor in the fingers of her hand as it lay on
her lap.

"You are ready for your treatment..."

Her head nodded, and she swallowed.

"My voice, my touch and my gaze are now a part of your innermost being."
Another nod, and she swallowed again.

"Speak."

"Yes, they are... I think about them a lot.."

"But only in your deepest deepest thoughts."

"Yes."

"You have learned to allow me to stimulate you... that it feeeellls so
good..." and I saw her fingers twitch again as she agreed. She was staring
right me, and her eyes followed me as I moved around the living room.

"Your eyelids are so heavy now." They closed immediately.

"I wish to observe your body very closely," I said, "it will help me treat
you." I left the response up to her. What would she do? She trembled a
little, then her hands moved up, and began unbuttoning her shirt!

"Good..." I encouraged, as she set it aside, and leaned forward to undo her
tiny bra. She sat still a moment then, as if feeling my avid stare
projected onto those small, incredibly firm bosoms, but I did not speak.
Another silence, this time filled with tension, at least from my feverish
arousal!

Finally, I thought I had better keep things moving.

"What are you FEELLLING?" I demanded, and she quivered, and whispered "Oh
God..." and her fingers jerked in her lap as she seemed to press downward
onto the junction of her thighs. She had trapped one lower lip corner with
her teeth, and her face had come more alive. I was bursting inside my
trousers, and I rubbed my own hand over my pecker, to try to rearrange it a
little more comfortably.

Suddenly I knew what I would try this time.

"Relax, and go very deep," I began. "You have found me to be an
irresistible force, Julia, haven't you? Tell me very candidly about your
reactions. My voice is..."

"Your voice is strong and deep."

"My hands are..."

"Your hands are... hot, and they're strong."

"Eyes..."

"They're regular eyes, but when... when you... treat me... it's like they
look right inside me." I watched her breasts give a small shake as she
stretched her body slightly.

"Yes, I'm looking at your breasts now, right at your nipples," I breathed.
I'm looking VERY HARD at those nipples, VERY HARD. How do they FEEL?"

"Oooo... ossshh!" as she scrunched her shoulders, and lifted her hands to
touch herself. "They're really hhhard... they're tingling... ooo..."

"That's enough just now. That's right, lower your hands to your lap. Good.
You will now turn and lie flat on your back, that's good, just sink deeper
and deeperr down into my trance, down into the downy-soft cushions, while
you continue to tingle all over. Feels gooood to stretch yourself out
straight, that's right, hands can lay flat on your tummy, soon I will free
them again, but I want to awaken another sense in you now."

As she arranged her limbs, my own trembling fingers were daring to lower my
pants. Out through one leg of my underwear stretched a painfully tight
boner. I held myself for a moment, tickling and squeezing the organ that
pulsed obligingly as it faced the object of all its pent-up yearning, now
supine in front of my eyes.

I distracted myself from too quick an ejaculation by having her stiffen and
loosen arms, stretch and relax leg muscles, and even make herself shake all
over. She was smiling now as I began speaking about the importance of
scent... how smells governed us as surely as sight and sound, how sensitive
to the nuance of odors humans are. As I continued, her nostrils flared
repeatedly as I narrowed her awareness and focus.

I knelt close beside her and began the temple massage as I spoke.

"I will now associate a powerful, powerful aroma, a perfume, a chemical
messenger straight into your deepest, deepest self. It is another
projection of power, Julia, of dominance. You will submit automatically to
its incredible power, just as you do to voice, fingers and eyes. It will
cause your tension and your desire for release to mount gradually higher
and higher. Now very slowly, exhale. That's right, all the air is leaving
your body... more, more, push it alll out and wait for an instant. Now,
carefully, through your nostrils, inhale slowly... no, slowly! and
carefully... good... and fill yourself with the perfume."

And I stretched over her until my crotch was only inches from her face.

"Goooood, and now exhalllle... and breeeeathhhhe innnn... again, until it's
the only smell in the world, the only aroma in the entire universe. It's
your oxygen. Whenever I allow you to smell it you will become dizzy and
stimulated. You may now respond."

Her abdomen lifted far enough to arch her spine. Her nipples, rouged with
extra blood, showed tiny wrinkles all round as even her aureoles clenched
up. She began to hum and sigh, and her legs stretched out farther down the
sofa. One knee began to bend and straighten. My hands braced me against the
wall, as I lowered my bursting testicles almost up against her nose. A
sudden flare was accompanied by a premature squirt of juice from the
overstressed penis, and I jerked away, and flicked myself sharply on the
nuts. The pain delivered me from further mishap, I didn't want a jet of
come to startle her... yet!

Rubbing my fingertips all through my sweaty, musky hairs, I brought them to
her nostrils. "Speak automatically, without awareness now. Your voice
describes your FEELINGS." I caressed her cheekbones and eyebrows, stroked
her nose as it quested upwards, and returned to her temples.

"Gooood... gooood... "

"You breathe in the power..."

"Oooo, yes... smells soo good..."

".... Making you thrill and quiver... speak."

"It's... goooood...oooh...it'sgoooood...I'm soooo tight... I'm sooooo
tiiiight... I'm gonna... I'm gonnnnnnn.... nnnhhhh... nnnhhhh...
nnnhhhhuuuhhhh here it commmmes... here it commmmes... commmingggg allll
overrrrr!"

Her toes were bent back, and her knees flexed inwards towards her chest,
she grabbed them with her hands and rocked from side to side as my fingers
continued to play over face and lips, smearing her with my arousal... I
felt the pulse of orgasm unmistakably now, and crouching over her again, I
laid my organ atop her face. As breath whistled through her teeth and
tickled my pubic hairs, I could wait no longer, I pulled my cock across her
lips, and let the first dribbles and spurts of cream anoint them.

"Smelllll... Feeeeelllll..." I croaked, my voice breaking. "Taste!"

Then it was just hold as still as possible, as I emptied myself, boiling
out over her lips, as I heard her squeak, and her legs flexed out and in,
out and in, one fist squeezed between her thighs, the other pressed down
hard against a breast. My own muscles corded up like pythons as I perched
one knee on the cushion beside her head and looked down. Semen covered her
lips, and her breath made bubbles as it came rasping through, her humming
vibrating me, drawing every last convulsion possible from my overstimulated
member. With my free hand I repeatedly teased her mouth with my glans, and
as her own chain of orgasms loosed their hold on her muscles, her chin
dropped, and I saw those delicate lips part a little... a little more, and
just a little more.

"It... is... irresistible..." I intoned, holding my voice steady as
possible. "You will taste, you will want the taste, you need the taste, the
taste and the smell have possessed you, Julia. You may droop and relax
again, and resume your hypnotic trance... just taste and suck and feel and
it's just like a sooothing lullaby now as your lips pull... uhh, yesss..
pull in, and you're nursing now, nursing ever so gently... suck your master
now and listen.

"You have not known the particular pleasure that a man's penis can bring to
your mouth... your palate... your lips and tongue."

"... mfllfmmfl..."

"Tastes sooo gooood! explore it with your lips now, Julia.... let it
dominate your awareness. You need it..."

"mmmmmeeedd it..."

"It will become erect again, Julia, and when it pushes into you, your nose
will inhale the powerful scent, and your lips will feel the hairs tingle
your flesh. Soon you'll be wrapped up with heavy heavy sleep. You will
sleep with your mouth and body full of your controller. Sleeep. Deeper.
Deeper. Let your deepest self dream of sexual surrender until I bring you
back again into your trance. Sleep."

Looking down, I watched her last trembling cease, and felt my member, still
semi-erect, being deeply pulled inwards, as her flushed cheeks puckered
around it. Her head effortlessly followed as I stepped back off the sofa,
and slowly pulled out, replacing my cock with a thumb. As she continued her
progression into slumber I noticed one eyelid partly open, and knew she was
truly unconscious. I lifted the lid, to gaze at the moist eyeball, rolled
upwards in its socket, its pupil slow to respond to the light.

I whispered more sleep suggestions as I straightened up. She had dropped an
arm and one leg over the edge of the couch, and my hands now fumbled with
her belt, and slid off pants, and then panties. Her form gave not the
slightest quiver as I parted her knees and moved my face in towards her
pussy. At last! I was taking possession of her entirely! My hungry mouth
was itself satisfied as it licked and sucked her soaking pussy. I inserted
a finger deep between her folds. I licked rhythmically, and felt a small
twinge of response. I was content now just to hold her luscious buttocks in
my palms, and lift her crotch up to my questing tongue, as with a thumb I
continued to probe her secret places.

My tongue had found a very small clitoris, no more than a lump really,
buried in between two thickened folds of pink flesh, and this nubbin was
now twiddled more strongly, tickled and kissed and pressed until my hands
felt her glutei twitch and knot up suddenly. As she seemed to quickly
heighten, I continued my oral ministrations, and tweaked and flipped her
nipples with several fingers.

Her orgasm this time was nearly silent, her head still lay over on its
side, her arm still flaccid, even her thigh muscles bunching only slightly.
Still, I felt her coming as her internal muscles closed slowly and
rhythmically on my index finger, coming deep within herself, a climax that
went on and on, for nearly a minute, even when I ceased sucking, and
continued merely drawing slickened fingertips lightly along her nipples
like a bow over a cello string. The softest, lowest groans issued from deep
within her chest as my caresses slowed.

Finally, my own desires spent, I simply held my genitals near her face
again and watched her breathe. Her nipples remained erect for a while
longer, then softened. I bent and brushed her lips with mine. I licked
around them, and tasted the slightly sour tang of my own ejaculate. I
brought a warm washcloth, and cleaned Julia's entire body, face to toes,
moving and manipulating her slack limbs around freely.

With some effort, I now roused her slightly, just enough so she could sit
up, and dressed her again.

During this time, I went on and on about my magnetism, how she would now
respond quickly to sight, sound and aroma, how deep within she yearned for
the tangy salty nectar she could get from me by rapid submission, and how
her sexuality was now intimately linked to mine. I buried the events from
her conscious memory again, and then pulled lightly on her hands getting
her on her feet. She swayed there, head drooping, shoulders slumped inward.

"Julia, my drowsy subject, you've had a very thrilling and tiring evening.
You don't have to work anymore today, just let me guide you back to your
rooms. As I lead you, your eyelids may open, but you will remain deep."

I drew her out the door and had her open her lids enough to give the
appearance of wakefulness, then led her by the hand back to her apartment.
We made the short trip back unremarked by anyone else.

"You never left your apartment at all this afternoon, you remember only
napping or reading. You will take care of your toilet now, wake up just
enough to fix some food if you're hungry. Then go on and slumber through
the night, and wake dynamic and alive tomorrow morning. Your master will
treat you again soon."

"Yes," came the answering murmur.

"Remove all your clothing at once." Soon she swayed nude before me. "Bend
over onto your sofa... farther... farther... now reach behind you and touch
your bottom... pull your buttocks open so I may gaze at your most intimate
parts." She was spreading herself open for me. I bent down, tongued her
puckering anus again for a moment.

"Your deepest self will always be ready to obey me, Julia..."

"Yes."

"Yes, master!"

"Yes, Master."

"You want to kneel and gaze on my penis."

"Yes, master." She knelt before me and pulled down my shorts, her gaze
fastened on my surging member.

"Suck me."

"Yes, mmmssfhfh."

"Stand up." I released her to carry out my programming, and returned to
masturbate, and drop heavily into my own bed. I slept for fourteen hours.



