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The Highway Hypnotist - Part 6 (MF, mc, hyp)
by Anonymous NixPixer (c) 1993

*

Some time later, I awoke. My leg was thrown over a soft cushion, a hip
mound a...

Oh-h-hhh... it was Rose! What time was it now? 2:30 AM... God, I'm glad
there was no business meeting coming up this morning... oh shit, but Rose
had two! and now I remembered that they were important to her. Only because
she was still in a trance had her anxiety not wakened and alarmed her.

I whispered to her sleeping ear that she was ready for bed now, and led her
back into her own room. There was the skimpy bathing suit she had planned
to model for me...but I had been further than a G-string already!

I watched as she went through a brief cleansing of face and hands, sat on
the commode and peed (like a horse), donned a flannel nightie (how
domestic!) and brushed her teeth, and got into her bed. During this time I
was programming a deep, refreshing sleep that would leave her exhilarated
and raring to go in the morning. I dumped myself back to bed, but now sleep
didn't come back so easily for me.

Rose and I would not see much of each other all the next day, Friday... and
Saturday was our return drive day. "So much for activities," I thought
sleepily, then remembered that I still had a good shot at some hot
recreation with Maggie (and Dan) if I...if they...perhaps I 'd... I'd...and
my eyes opened onto Friday morning.

I am going to skip over Friday... it proved to be a hot and heavy
experience, but when it was all over and I was napping during the late
afternoon, I felt a little twinge of shame. Let's just say that all my
needs had been met, except the tender feelings I missed from Rosie! I
napped through the dinner hour. The rest made me allll better. After all, I
told myself, those two sexy but shallow individuals had freely asked for
it, though what they received may not have been exactly as they had
anticipated!

[NOTE FROM FranZAM: I will reserve that threesome for a separate story.]

I called Rose's room a few times during the early evening, but no answer. I
had begun to think about our final time (!) together, the long drive back
home. I had some ideas, for instance, and had rented a van conversion (with
tinted windows and captains chairs), but, what to do exactly? I felt at
loose ends.

Until about eleven-thirty that night, when I received a call from the woman
in question.

"Rescue me, OK? I'm in the bar. This other trustee won't take no for an
answer, and he's too much a big shot for me to get mad... dammit, when will
this stuff end?"

I hurried over and, finding her in the lounge, used some excuse about the
impending trip to extricate her from the beefy gentleman's hearty pats and
farewell finger-kisses. As we walked back, she was fuming and tense.

"He knows Jerome," she bit out. "He knows I'm monogamous, but... hell, he
gets drunk, but that's not enough for Mr. Big, oh no!"

(Monogamous? I thought wryly to myself, holding her gently by the elbow as
we reached our doors.)

"And I was going to help you pack all those new displays up," she added. "

"It's already done, hon!" I reassured her. "Our New Veee...hickle awaits in
yonder corral," and I pointed at the parking lot.

"What... this?" came her exclamation, followed by a sigh. "John why do we
need... it's... decadent!"

She was the Honda Civic type. I showed her the storage for the new display
units, but still she thought the palatial comfort unnecessary and
gas-guzzling, and fretted at me.

"Look, Rose, you're still edgy," I said, "we can talk it out inside,"

"Oh, sure," she sighed. "Just to get out of these shoes! I overdressed
today."

"I know just the thing," I murmured, and once inside, I sat her down in the
armchair, knelt and removed her shoes. Her feet were hot, and she edged
them away.

"They stink, I just want to have a... a... I want to... mmmm. Mmmm."

I had reached up and tapped her lightly in her signal spot. "That's right,
Rose, that feels better doesn't it? Just relax those legs completely, the
heavy arms, feels so good to relax, and when my hands reach your eyes they
will close for just a few moments...Deeper, Rose. And deeper, Rose; we can
talk before you sleep."

Her figure was now sprawled out incongruously for its business attire, her
hand lay heavily in mine as I tested for relaxation. Her hips had slid
forward, hiking the trim navy skirt up to nearly mid-thigh on one leg. Her
head dropped forward and sideways, and now her chin was nearly resting on
her right breast.

I renewed my foot massage, kneeling at her feet, and now I held both her
feet and scissored them wide apart, her legs weighing heavily in my hands
as my movement slid her rumpled skirt right up onto her hips. Her pantyhose
were now completely exposed to me as I lowered her feet to the floor; I
could see a slight yellowing in the crotch from a typical day's wear, and a
fairly heavy, sweaty odor. The shadowy bulge of her amazing majora looked
almost like a boy's penis under the thick cotton!

"I'm pulling you straight down now, Rose," I crooned to her sleeping form.
"You love being hypnotized and completely seduced, don't you." Her head
twitched a bit. "You can't get enough of that feeling that, no matter how
you resist, your master can make you do, and say, and feel anything he
wishes. Say 'Yes, Master.'"

"Mmm... yess, master," came the answer instantly, and a tongue tip emerged
to brush the pale pink lips.

"For instance right now, you know your underwear is a little soiled and a
bit smelly, Rose," I said, "and you'd never want anyone to see you this
way, in fact you'd try hard to keep anyone from looking, I know."

I saw a furrow appear between her tightly-closed lids, and her hands move
towards her skirt. Her knees twitched, but my hands rested on them, feeling
the weak muscular effort she was making.

"But how delicious you feel as I exert my hypnotic domination over you
again, Rosie!" I said, more firmly. "...as you find you want me to cause
you, not only to keep your legs spread apart, but now for you to feel your
knees lifting up, for you to hold them up against your chest so my gaze can
examine every part of your panties now. NOW! Hold the knees way up and show
your master everything!"

"Oohh, noo, please, please..." came the tiny whimper, but up came those
plump knees, to be clasped by her grasping hands, as if she were her own
gynecologist! Now her entire buttocks lay exposed, and I knew that, whether
deeply entranced, or just "believing" that she was, it made no difference
to my darling slave!

"Feellls soooo gooood to show me your panties... feels so good and warm to
obeyyyy..."

"Ohhh, yessss," came her muffled response, muffled as her arms and bosom
now nearly hid her face entirely.

"Beg me to look at your hot panties, Rosie."

"Please..." came the little voice, "please look at my hot panties!" Her
knees rolled a bit from side to side. The yellowed area now showed a
translucency in one spot, a telltale glistening of her lubricant. I urged
her a little more, watching the imperceptible expansion of the glistening
area.

"But that's not enough now, Rosie," I said very firmly. "I want you to
kneel right now on your bed and hold those smelly panties tight, tight,
tight up against yourself... go on, kneel and push that skirt up out of the
way, and push that hot bottom way up in the air for everyone to see! Good,
good! Look at Rosie's smelly stinky panties everyone!"

And while watching curvaceous rear end weave back and forth, I pushed an
index finger right into the rearmost portion of her puffed-out flesh (now
so prominent, with her damp cotton undies pulled right in by her tugging
motions).

"Are you ashamed, Rosie?"

"Yes, yes, please let me down, please, please..."

"No, you're not ashamed, Rose," I said, moving my hands all over her
buttocks now, "because you know I'm in love with all your flesh, clean,
dirty, skinny, fat, perfumed or smelly, I love alll your hot, hot flesh, my
darling, and I must control you!"

"Control me..."

"That's perfect, Rosie, now feel this and listen carefully as you go down
so deep into my power now..." I thrust my questing finger directly into her
anus, pushing at least half an inch of panties in with it. A quivering
stillness froze her.

"Tomorrow you won't remember any of this, but your deep self does want so
badly to be put in my control one last time. You will feel that for some
reason your mind is very open to suggestion. Let it steal slowly across
your mind tomorrow, Rosie; the feeling that you'd perhaps just like to try
being put into trance, and your waking self will find it's the slowest,
most seductive feeling, that you can enjoy fighting against, fighting and
always losing, always giving in more and more, more and more..."

I withdrew my anal probing slowly, leaving the panties dimpled right up
into her pouty little sphincter.

"...realizing that as much as you consciously wish to resist, that you feel
naughty, that your struggles are only making your surrender more and more
delicious, that your body will carry out the most WAN-ton, LUST-ful,
FLAG-rant commands..." pushing into her crack again with each emphasis,
"...no matter what your waking mind thinks. This is important, Rosie, I
want you to feel gradual and complete LOSS. OF. Con-TROL."

"Y-yess..." came her response, but with the slightest hesitation.

"So listen very carefully now. " I let my inserted finger guide her ass
around in small slow circles. "Tonight and tomorrow on the drive home you
will hear whispers,Rosie. You will sense these whispers as if they were
your own thoughts. You will not be aware of my voice or face as you think
the whispers. You'll hear the whispers exactly as if you were thinking and
feeling them yourself, all private and your own. During our trip home any
whisper I utter will be your own private thought, your own private desire."

I had her repeat these commands.

"Yes. The whispers are my own thoughts."

Time for a test. "Twinkle twinkle... My nose itches, I have to sneeze...
little star. What did I just tell you, Rosie?"

"Twinkle, twinkle lit-little s-staaAAAGCHH! aAAGHNCHH!"

Her anus clamped over my intruding finger, then released with a noisy fart!
as she sneezed once, twice, again, and again! I had to be more careful with
these deep commands! Quickly I breathed "The itch is gone, whew! that's all
better now" between sneezes, and after another one, her heaving form rested
more quietly again.

"What is the last thing you heard me say?"

"Twinkle twinkle little star."

"Correct. Now turn over, tell me you will obey your master, and then you
may prepare for bed, and forget all my commands completely until tomorrow."

"I will obey my Master," she said, rolling over and standing. I did not
officially "wake" her, but tried another test:

"Well, you'd better get some sleep. It will feel good to pee, I really have
to tinkle bad, John won't mind watching, it's leaking out! You've had a
long day of it, and now I'm gonna pack all the big stuff up tonight."

She looked at me, slightly dazed, saying, "I feel better again! Thanks for
rescuing me!" She was shifting around and fidgeting now, then said "Excuse
me," stumbling a bit toward the bathroom, yanking down her very damp hose,
the hissing sound of her bladder, then: "ahhhhh..."

I moved toward the open bathroom door, and her only sign of awareness of
this invasion of privacy was to tuck her knees closed a bit! I'd really
like to kiss him, he's so sweet to pack for us and I'm sooo sleepy! I
whispered, adding in regular voice: "I better go... How about a smooch?"

She looked up at me with humid eyes. I bent over her face, our lips met,
and she let her mouth soften a bit more, kissed gently once, once more,
pressed my lips again and then pulled away. "I guess... good night, John."

On the road againnnn-n-n... That we were, bright and early, driving right
into the southeast, our sun visors lowered, our shades on, the van's a.c.
already kicking in (according to the El- Luxuro All-Digital Dashboard) with
a steaming thermos tucked into the console. I'd never driven in one of
these Dufus- mobiles, and I felt like a kid on Christmas.

Rose at the controls watched sidelong as I left my seat, and wandered
around, pulling the cup-holders out, pushing them back, fiddling with the
rear stereo, re-packing stuff to leave more passenger room, and just
generally behaving like a twelve-year-old.

About an hour into the journey I got it all out of my system, and sank back
in my passenger-side "Barca-Lounger." Rose soon mentioned how easy it was
for her to drive now, and thought I should explain in more detail how I had
done it.

I told her again about my "friend" who had in effect hypnotized me to help
me stay more alert at the wheel, "Although," I added, "you were much more
responsive... it only took me a couple minutes to put you under."

"I don't... I don't really remember," she answered. "I don't even remember
you mentioning hypnotism before I just... well, I don't know, and then I
was driving with no more problems. I didn't know you were the Mad Scientist
type!"

This conversation went on for another half hour or so, with me revealing to
her a little of my "obsession" with mesmerism, without going into painful
childhood details; and that I had studied it as much as any amateur could.

Then we stopped to stretch at a little shelter off the interstate. After
the potty-break, Rose kept the conversation steered towards her own
fascination with the trance process as we wandered across the already-hot
asphalt, and peered at the inhospitable desert from the shade of a picnic
shed.

"Maybe we can try it again sometime," she said, looking far off toward the
eye-searing landscape. "It's not really like that Dracula business, where
women are always... you know..."

"Yep, there's a stereotype there," I offered, "women are portrayed as
helpless, powerless victims..." and I hooked my fingers and gave her the
"stare," intoning in pseudo-Carpathian: "You arrre completely in my
powerrrr, my beauty!"

She was "hooked," and I quickly whispered It's funny, but I really respond
to him... I want more

I was the one who broke eye contact, as she chuckled then, but said,
"It's... it's sick, or something, it's demeaning!"

"Well," I responded, "it would be sick, if it were true, but the fact is
that I have no "hypno-rays" pouring out of my eyes into yours, do I? Hmmm?"

"N-noo... but..."

But I wish he did... I interjected. Then aloud: "Not unless the subject
wants to believe there are rays. Unless the subject finds it appeals to
her."

"But why?" came her soft voice as she stared out across the scrub brush and
cacti.

"Well, I'm no expert, but it seems to me for a couple of reasons. One." I
snapped my fingers and she started a little, without turning round. "That
you want to accomplish something you don't feel you could do all by
yourself. Two. That somewhere inside you someone, maybe a little girl, is
remembering the security of being obedient and cooperative, and that it
made you feel good. Not all the time, maybe seldom, but we are social
animals, and I think there's a spectrum, from tyranny, to leadership, to,
umm, cooperation, and then through, ummm, unquestioning obedience, and I
guess slavery would be at the far end."

We moved back to the van, and settled in for a three-hour stint until our
projected lunch stop. Before starting though, Rose said again, "I never
pictured myself as a - a you know, a submissive person."

"Submissive gives the wrong connotation," I answered, "like it's a
weakness, but really it's a strength of imagination and responsiveness that
make an ideal subject. And it's fun, if both parties know what they're
doing," I added.

"Like how?"

"Like, well, you know that naughty swimsuit you never let me see?"

She giggled. "I don't know that I'll ever wear that thing," she said. "I'm
no exhibitionist."

"But you bought it. What if I poured out my Magic-eye rays and commanded
you... let's see..." I did my Burning Stare and Waggly Finger thing again,
chanting: "'Ven ve reach the lunch area you vill vant to vear the suit, and
you vill vear the suit during the lunch, and you vill feel wery wery goot
about vearing the suit!' Would you?"

"Would I what, wear the suit? Today? at lunchtime, in public?" She laughed
and punched me in the arm. "Dream on, Bela!"

"Can't blame me for tryink," I said mournfully, and we started off again.

After another half-hour or so, I began with my first whisper...

Did he hypnotize me back there? I'm thinking about that suit! It's a sexy
suit, I wonder if I'll wear it... I wonder if it turns him on to hypnotize
me?

"You may recall I did all the packing late last night. I'm going to have a
nap, OK?"

"Sure, I feel goot for the drivink!" Rose responded, waggling her own
fingers at me! "You are getting wery wery drowsyyy..."

I reclined my chair, and, over the next hour snoozed lightly as she
continued "drivink." I came up to awareness at some point, and without
changing my posture, let my arm slide off the armrest sideways. After a
minute or two, I worked on her some more:

He's cute when he's asleep, I whispered, I wonder if he hypnotizes himself?

Soon her soft fingers grasped my wrist, and lifted my arm back onto my
seat. I didn't stir (except for my you-know-what!) and her hand lingered as
it had on that first day, resting atop my own.

Quickly my engorgement reached visible proportions, and I had to be careful
not to change breathing or posture in the slightest! Her hand stroked my
wrist again... she had to see that bulge, didn't she? I had no way of
knowing for sure, but I would!

Nothing wrong with a little fantasy... I can drive OK and think about that
lump now and again... it's big! I wonder what he's dreaming... it's so
cute, he'd hide it if he were awake.

I heard a little giggle from the driver's seat! I couldn't sleep any more,
but was condemned by my own pretense to sit there and pulsate, for at least
another forty years! as I continued my subliminal seduction.

It looks so big... what would it feel like if I... I left that one
open-ended.

Finally I felt her braking the van. I "woke" and shifted uncomfortably in
my seat, which she seemingly ignored.

"This is the place, isn't it?" she inquired, and sure enough, she had found
that shady oasis, considerately constructed by the state highway folks...
and we were alone there. There were tables under a stone and log shelter,
surrounded by cottonwood trees; the scene was idyllic in the midst of the
stark landscape.

Our bath towels were spread out like tablecloths, and coolers unpacked, and
we were munching good stuff and sipping the last of our coffee in the hot
dry air.

Rose's preconditioning was still at work on her, and as we sipped she asked
me if I'd hypnotized myself in the car.

"I guess I did, just to get a nice deep sleep... remember, I was up late
packing!" I said lightly.

"Mm-hmm, but, do you dream?"

I thought I know what she was getting at, and I gave her a long, quietly
intense look. "More than we better talk about," I said, and she looked
away.

In a moment, though, I heard her say "I've had dreams this weekend too." I
let it pass, and she soon lightened up. "If you get us packed, I'll treat
you to dessert."

She sauntered back to the van, while I shook out towels and wiped off the
plasticware. Then, around the back of the van came a sight to behold. She
was sporting a giant straw hat she'd bought, sandals... and that curvaceous
form was barely encased in the bright green thong bathing suit!

I goggled at her obligingly as she stepped over to the table, holding a
paper plate of fruit from the cooler. She was embarrassed a bit, I could
see, so I kept it light.

"Comfy?"

She gave me an arched look in return, then tried her Svengali approach
again, waggling her fingers (and those marvelous tits!) at me under her
straw brim. "Vy don't you wear one und zee for yourzelf?" she hammed. "You
are geddink zleepy... zleeepy... und you vill be a bathink beauty... yesss,
a bathink beauty... eeee!"

I was suddenly the slave, obediently standing and reaching... reaching for
the ties of her G-string!

"Yess, Masterrr, I am a bathing beautyyy..." I said, as she bounced away
from my fingers, giggling. I stripped off my sport shirt and began
"sleepwalking" round the picnic table after her. "I must pose for the
contessttt..."

I stopped after a lap or two, and began posing, hipshot and Cosmo-esque, to
her outright laughter.

"Brink to me the fruit, slave!" she giggled, "feed meeee... fee-e-e-ek!" I
was now pelting grapes at her across the table. She returned fire, and it
got out of hand... CONK! she "accidentally" beaned me with a Granny Smith!
I reeled and theatrically sank to my knees, instantly she was at my side,
still giggling but concerned. I was treated to a comforting (!) embrace, my
head cradled in apologetic hands, her soft bosom perfuming the air just
above.

"You wore the suit, I hope you're aware," I now pointed out.

"Yeah, but I did it because I wanted to," Rose said, then she pushed me
away. "You cad, sir! Your injuries were a sham!"

"Be honest now, you weren't going to do it untilll..."

"Well, only 'cause there wasn't anyone else here," she finally allowed.

"You can learn a lot about this, Rose," I said, "from observing the
difference in what you THINK and what you actually DO."

"You're not saying you MADE me wear the suit!" I didn't answer, but
finished packing. "I don't buy it!"

"You wore the suit," was all I would answer. After a short pause:

"Can you do it anytime?" she asked.

"What?" I returned.

"Hypnotize me?" There, it was out!

"You mean now?" She nodded. "Sure I could, you're obviously eager to
experience a trance, I'd say you were more than halfway there already."

"Halfway... you mean... but I don't feel sleepy!" But her eyes were now
peering up at me from under her haystack. "Show me."

"We have to be going back. Can I take a rain check? It's an empathy thing,
I don't want to get sleepy if I'm driving!"

"All right," she acquiesced, "that's the first sensible thing you've done
all lunch! I'll go change."

My hiss subtly changed those plans!

No, I'll just put on some things over it... I'm sure he's a gentleman and
it feels so good...

Repacking over, I waited for her return. Now it was her turn to fiddle with
controls, plug in a cassette, recline her chair, pull out a book, fidget,
fuss and squirm.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I don't know why I decided to keep this on... I can't sunbathe in a car!"

"What? The suit?" I said, adding subliminally: I'm going to ask him more
about hypnotism, it's sort of a turn on...If I took off these shorts it
would feel really better...

"You can at least talk about it, or maybe you wouldn't even want to do
that?"

"What... the suit?" I joked, "I'd talk about that all day!"

"No, about hypnotizing me... please?" She laid a hand on my arm, and shook
it lightly. Bulllgggge!

I "gave in."

"You responded very well to my voice the other day," I said, interjecting
more whispers now and again. His voice is thrilling, sort of deep. "...so I
bet you can do yourself if you want to try."

"Yes, teach me!" she demanded gently. "Do I need a pendulum or something?"

"No, but I found you to be very visually imaginative, and I'd rather you
not be watching the road again," I pointed out with a chuckle, "so you can
reverse your chair, and I'll give you some ideas."

Soon she was partially reclined, head near the dashboard, feet cocked up on
the middle seat. I fed her another notion: I could look at that chest all
day, it's sexy!

"All right, relax your body now, and look... look at, ahhh..."

"I'll count your chest hairs until I fall asleep!" she quipped, "you have
enough of them!"

"No, forget about me, about everything while you relax," I said. I can't
forget that voice! Why do I feel so thrilled? But I'll relax and hypnotize
myself in a minute.

She nodded, and I instructed her to stare hard at a bit of chrome in the
rear of the van. "Now begin telling yourself how relaxed you feel, over and
over, but don't drop your eyes, when you are really relaxed tell me without
looking away."

Maybe it would work better if I talked out loud... I suggested, and in a
moment I heard her.

"...Relax, just relax now... how's this?"

"I don't know," I joked quietly... how do YOU feel?"

"Relaxed!" and she giggled a bit. "My armmms and leggs are sooo
heavvyyy..."

It does work, they do feel heavy...oh yes, remember to stare really hard! I
inserted. Her face stayed straight ahead now, and her eyes widened, at
first in an exaggerated fashion, but soon just wide, wide open.

"Yes, I feel so heavyyy nowww, remember to stare at the spot, let my
whollle body become heavy and relaxxxed, ahhh... yes, I'm relaxed
already..."

My vision fuzzy... can't help thinking about John, thinking that John is
hypnotizing me, it's easier if I imagine his voice...

"Everything's relaxing, very very relaxed," came her more detached murmur
from the passenger seat, "My eyes are fixed on the light, it's getting
harder to keep staring... I can't believe how fast it works, John! I feel a
little floatinggg..."

I can go into a trance I whispered, letting myself dream a little about
John's voice... John's hands... imagine them stroking me, breathing would
deepen, eyes feel strained...

"Heavy arms, heavy legsss, my eyes are tired, so very tired, they are heavy
and I can't keep them open much longer, ahhhh, I feelll myself beginning to
driffft... I'm driftinnng, ahhhh.... ahhhh.... ahhh..."

Chapter 6, Part B

Her breaths sounded like sighs now. Her face was an erotic study! As her
lips barely moved with her murmurs, her eyelids were flushed dark, and they
looked as fluttery as if she'd been given an anesthetic; her pupils roved
searchingly between flurries of blinking, as her brows arched and strained
upwards to try to hold them open.

Full voice now, I told her: "The trance has begun. You're entering trance
already, and you should continue to talk out loud, it will help deepen you.
Finish your eyes now and let your awareness drift..."

"...So heavy, I can't hold... cannn't hollld... heavierr, drooping down,
down, closinggg... ahh"

Feels good to close, feels like John's stroking them closed...

"Oh, I'm so heavyyy.. so heavyy... I feel your fingers stroking my eyelids,
heavier, making me feel so drowsyyy..."

My own fingers were themselves stroking... stroking a thick staff of heavy
flesh, nosing its spongy pink snout up into the open, teased and nurtured
by my caresses.

I love stroking feelings, it's drowsy and sexy, drowsy and sexy... I can
give up to the feelings... everything is so good...

Aloud I murmured quietly: "Head is heavy..."

She responded. "Feel the hand stroking my armmm... so good, making my arm
soo heavy, making my arms go to sleep, and... and... ahhh my head is
sinking down into deep sleep, deeper and... annnn..."

Her head now began a series of small jerks, as from one falling unknowingly
asleep in public. Lower and lower her beautiful, blank face sank with each
increment of her surrender! Faster and faster my encircling hand grabbed
and pulled at the smooth, hot dry flesh in response!

Too fast! I yanked my hand away, annoyed at myself. "Fool! I can jerk off
like a bozo anytime!" I thought. "Save it for Rose!" I flicked my member
sharply with a fingertip, and the naughty fellow saw reason, at least for a
moment! I whispered:

I must be ready to surrender, yes, the feeling of lovely surrender is
getting stronger, John loves it when I talk about surrendering my body to
hypnosis...

"Rose," I said in a deep voice, and her head now just flopped all the way
down onto her bosom. "Rose, your voice will tell you what you must do...
what you are feeling deep within you now..."

"Yes... I am giving in more and more to hypnosis, more.. and more... every
word I say puts me so deep into hypnosis, it feels like you're stroking
me... you're making me want to go into hypnosis so much... feels like your
voice controls me and I want to feel controlled and I want to go way downnn
deep into h-hyp... into hyppp... down... dowwww..."

Another whisper. Surrender to John is arousing me. I may just have to give
in to my urges, soon I won't be able to resist them...

"Now you may tell yourself whatever you honestly feel, Rose," I urged. I
didn't know how to hold myself back much longer, the hot blood had engorged
me again to replete fullness, and the ache in my testicles was already
strong!

"I feelll... I can't believe how goood I feel, as if you were stroking
me... all my arms and legs and shoulders and eyes feel stroked and
soothed... sooooothing..." Her lips pursed to enunciate "sooothing," and
out from my cockhead dribbled a first of what was to be several driblets, I
kept my hands on the wheel, and glanced down to watch the pale lubricant
burbling up and trickling down the dark rosy helmet.

I want to sleep in the nude now. I hissed.

"Johnnnyyy..." came her low croon, "Johnnnyyy..."

"Yes Rosie..." I hummed in return.

"I'm so sleepy that I want to take off all these things, all these things
and just... I don't know, just float and be deeply relaxed... would it be
all right?"

I now challenged her trance. "My eyes would see your body, dear, because I
love to look at it, Rose; anything YOU want is all right, you're the one
deep in a hypnotic state now."

"Yesss... allll my things..." Her hands stirred and dreamily began undoing
her blouse, letting her breasts push out as the lapels fell back, began
pushing the shorts down over the creamy flesh. "Umm... hard to move, feel
so heavy..."

I reached over and slid her shorts down to her feet, and she daintily
lifted one foot, then the other, free of the encumbrance.

I had to stop the van, the strip show had left me unable to concentrate on
the road! I'd seen an exit sign; I had to "hold out" four more miles
though!

I'm starting to feel naughty, little by little, I implanted, I can pretend
he does have those rays in his eyes, and then I can pretend I'm just in his
power... and then I can do or say whatever I want!

"Ohh, Johnnn..." she breathed, "it's sooo niice... I never thought
hypnotism could feeell so nice... can I stay asleep forever?"

Her legs again were stretched beyond my vision, but not her bosom! the
luscious hillocks slid about under their sling as she stretched her upper
torso and rotated her shoulders.

I can smell him... it's like a heavy perfume, I can tease him, if he likes
that... I want to play helpless, it's getting me excited...

She smiled like a contented cat.

I'll even tell him some little secrets, yes, he'll love to hear about all
my deep secret sexy things, I want more and more to arouse him...

"Can I open my eyes now?" came the little girl- voice that shot straight
down my spine and up through my fleshy column.

"Only when you're so very deeply hypnotized that you don't even think you
are hypnotized," I now improvised. "Only when you have made yourself
completely aware of your state."

"Oh..." she sighed, "I could go deeper if you looked at me with your eyes,
Johnny..."

"All right, Rose," I breathed, speaking quietly now because I'd reached
that point where every event seemed somehow connected to my balls... at
last! here came the intersection, thank God! "I'm sure that you want to
experience the powerful rays pouring out of my eyes, to put you deeper."

"Y-yess!" she breathed, "oh, yes, I know you're looking all over my body,
and I like it, Johnny, I can't even stop liking it anymore, it's getting me
a little excited, is that all right?" Her torso was grinding now, all her
parts seemed to be gently in continuous motion...

"When you feel the car stop, Rose, then it'll be safe for me to look at
you. Completely." I saw her bosoms catch in their seductive orbit, then
resume. "Then you can hypnotize yourself even deeper using my eyes. All
right..." I husked, "I'm going to park off the road a bit, we're all alone,
and no one can see us."

As I parked in the shade of the interstate overpass, I HOPED we would be
left alone! There wasn't much traffic. I left the engine and the AC
running, and finally put it in PARK.

Before I told her to open her eyes I gave her what I hoped would be her
final "cues"...

I want badly to be hypnotically seduced. I know that John wants badly to
seduce me. I must have it, and I feel daring now that I need it so much, I
think I would do anything he suggests.

And now I tracked my own chair back as far as it would slide, so we were
more face-to-face, angled inwards towards the other, and said, "When you
are ready, your eyes can open, but if they remain a little heavy, a little
humid and moist it's very erotic for me."

"I know you feel erotic Johnny, I feel so free now, may I open my heavy
heavy eyelids just a bit?" asked the little girl.

"I will allow them to open," I granted, and watched her lids flutter and
blink their way to about half-mast.

I heard her reassure herself almost in a whisper: "Gently... gently open
just a bit, be careful to stay asleep, I can do it, I can stay asleep while
my eyes... opennn... yesss... I can see you now, I'd better just look only
at you... only at..."

Her breath caught again as her dreamy gaze caught sight of a length of
paper towelling which I had just draped over the flaming totem jutting
upwards from my lap. I saw her slide her eyes carefully up and away from
the obvious, and when they met mine I was careful at first to keep my own
gaze almost averted.

"I will allow you to decide what should happen, Rose," I said. "From
looking at you though, you are certainly profoundly hypnotized right now.
And you look so lovely, rose! so aroused that I might bring you to a crest
just by examining you with my eyes."

"Ohhh, I'd like that now... I think I'm all ready for your eyes... I feel
so... I want to TRY things... please, Johnny, it's all so new! I'm ready
for you to look.."

Indeed, I thought I could feel the heat radiating across the compartment
from her flesh, and my nostrils were screaming "LUST! Attention, male, LUST
alert!"

I've decided to give up completely now, I can't help it , I whispered,
adding aloud:

"Now, Rose, I want to tell you what you will experience. Are you listening
carefully?"

"Yes.... yes... I'm ready, truly I am!"

"I must tell you that you're now very susceptible to the power in my gaze.
Your eyes will at first feel locked onto mine, then it will be as if your
whole mind and body were floating quickly up, all weightless and helpless,
just pulled right into them and you might feel a wonderful dizziness, and
while you experience this surrender, nothing will exist but eyes. Nothing
will exist, and then when you hear a voice say loudly 'I am completely open
to you my master,' you will return to your body and we will begin
satisfying your needs. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" I said forcefully.

Her breathing quickened, her tits jiggling in their bright green halter.
"Yes... do it... do it..."

Then I raised my face, opened my eyes and took her.

"Ohh..ohhwohhhwohhh..." came wrenching from her as her eyelids shot up wide
as a terrified baby doe's, and I moved forward and up out of my seat and
brought my face smoothly right up close to hers, and all her wriggling and
fidgeting stopped as her arms dangled down at her sides, splayed open and
listless, but her panting sounded like the last stages of a Lamaze
exercise, out of which I soon heard her trying to speak.

"I-I-I-I am completely open to you my master!" she burst out, almost in a
shout, between her clenched teeth.

I held her chin. "Relax, you are floating in hypnotic space, your voice is
deep and heavy and completely obedient, repeat your phrase." Her jaw
loosening, she repeated it.

I want to make him lust for me, I'll tempt him, I'll stretch and display, I
feel so open and ready now... I whispered.

I sat back. "And here we are back, now, Rosie," I said commandingly. "We're
back from space again, just we two. Your arms are splayed out from your
sides, your legs have begun a faint trembling, your flesh is full and hot
in your tight confinement, and I am trembling myself as I begin to survey
your hot tight flesh, tell me where my eyes are stroking you, tell me about
your sensitive, responsive flesh."

"Oh... oh... my eyes... looking into my eyes... I feel hot..." I broke our
gazes now and made theatrically sure my new direction was clear. "My
shoulder... feels like sunbathing, hot and tingly mmmm... I want to stretch
for your eyes, under my arms, ooo like a warm breeze I get very stimulated
there..." Her hands were lifted sensuously up behind her head now, like a
1940s pin-up.

"Yes I see your muscles flex and stretch, yet your warm flesh is so
beautifully curved and folds so prettily, feel my gaze right in the folding
of your arm." I was trying to respond to her erogenous cues.

The Eye moved on. "You'll be able to speak to your lovers from this moment
forward about your likes and your wants, shall I look just behind and under
your ear, at the smooth, strong neck, and the tiny tiny hairs lying so soft
right under your ear?"

"Mmm-hmmm, but look under my arms just another minute, please?"

"Oh yes, I see the lovely short fur there, are they sensitive?"

"I feel all on fire, John, I can tell you now, can't I? I'm feeling very,
VERY good, Johnny, please brush your lips under my muscle, please?"

Of course I obliged, it was like leaning into a narcissistic Centerfold
girl, she was stretching her neck, twisting sideways observing her armpit
as my cheek and lip began to graze up and down. I was so close to her
breasts again, and her soft hills were now so temptingly near! and I saw
the wantonness of the nipples echoing my own outcropping .

"I'm breathing in your second most intimate scent now," I sang into her
receptive ear, "the scent as sweet as heather but with your own salty
tang..." and I tongued the moist, salty underfur lightly, looking down
along her sides to observe her quiver. "And now my eyes are drawn... drawn
to..."

"Yes, look at my chest, I can't wait, please look, look, oh oh I feel it, I
feel it, I feel it they're aching Johnny you can look, please, look
h-h-hard right... mmm!"

"I want to see you now, Rosie, keep your hands behind your head, you know
how arousing you are to a man, it makes you aroused too. Say whatever you
want, it's like poetry, my darling Rosie, ask to show me, to show me
your..."

The tits lifted toward my eyes, then, with each huffed exhalation, they
jiggled back downward as my hands brushed up and down into and over her
armpits. "You can look at my titties now, pleasssse..."

She was crooning or mewing gently, watching my ardent gaze lighting first
on one breast, then the other. Her lips were parted so sweetly, looking
bee-stung, her eyes drooping with erotic heaviness as she rotated her
shoulders luxuriously into my caresses.

I was receiving "Final Warning Notices" in red from my groin, but I'd
never, EVER experienced anything like what was happening to me now!

"Keep your hands behind your head and push out those hot titties towards
me, Rosie, I love your titties, and your... unh... your deep sensitive
nipples, you're teasing me, but when your titties feel my... unnh... my
gaze you'll... Oh God, Rose, I'm looking right up into your nipples now,
unhh... oh talk to me darling, you're making me... making me..."

I had untied her thongs, releasing her soft mammaries to bounce freely, but
they did not! Her arm position and her own hot blood had stiffened their
flesh somewhat, the blue-veined traceries seemed very pronounced against
the mottled redness of her blushes, and those nipples! If I die, I want
always to remember those nipples, and their surrounds, gnarly and puckered
as an old man's fist, deep purple, poking far up from her blush- cream
flesh, anxiously questing toward my open-mouthed wonder-filled gaze.

"Look h-hard at them!" she said, in a high monotone, "I think I'm... I
think I'mm going... I'mm goingggto, oh please no, oh please no, ohnnn
please nooo..."

Her abdomen stiffened, her nostrils flared, her neck tendons stood out, but
in my imagination her nipples were vibrating, they were stiffening further,
they were sending out thin jets of... thin jets of scalding... jetssss...

My loins ached as I spewed out my seed over my shorts, underwear,
upholstery; my knee felt a few droplets as I braced my palms against her
ribs, feasting my watering eyes on her glory, now tearing my glance away to
stare as ardently into her half-closed eyes as I could, to husk out:

He's commanding me to let go. I'm having an orgasm now. I'm trembling and
coming. I love it.

How her eyes snapped open, then closed tightly! How her nipples bored into
my palm as she pressed her titties up into my caress! How the breath caught
and whistled through her up-tilted nostrils as my lips now possessed her
sweet mouth, my tongue gaining instant admittance to stab and swirl round
her own! How she moaned as my palm swept over and over the marble-hard
protrusions, flicking them, rubbing against them, sliding down her taut
stomach, soft and curvy no more but hard with her crisis, how it fluttered
and clenched as she moaned "comingcomingcoming" into my tender mouth!

"Go with it all the way, darling," I crooned once finding my breath again,
my cock softening an dipping into a slimy puddle of its own making against
my thigh. I pulled her unresisting hands down to hold against her belly...
"Come as much as you want... come deeply now."

"Yes, commme, commme..." she continued, rolling her pelvis into my free
hand. Her swim thong was now completely encased between the florid pink
folds, buried deeply in her humid crevice, and I simply untied and pulled
the aromatic wisp of fabric away, and held her hip gently, as a trainer
would calm a thoroughbred after a mighty race. Her knees pressed tightly
together, and I didn't disturb them as I saw her quiet convulsions diminish
slowly, and her head cease its flailing.

"I will possess you again this day, my darling." Her abdomen fluttered
again, but her eyes remained tightly shut. "You want me to share all your
secret sexual thoughts and desires, and you will babble them helplessly to
me if I command you. Inhale deeply. Yes. Smell that musk. Your nostrils
pull in my own scent, darling."

My hands press hers into her sweat-beaded belly, and gently move up once
again to cup and treasure her adorable bosoms. "The sight of you alone
pulled the seed straight out of my manhood." I watched her face. "The sight
of you made my Cock Shoot Off." I felt her tits quiver. "My DICK got thick
and hard and squirted out just from seeing your gorgeous tits!"

She moaned lightly, and her tits surged up against my hands again. "Yes, my
little helpless hypnotic slave," I tried, "you want to be dominated, you
like that talk eh? My Thick Cock squirting up your armpits, right into your
pits, right over your tits, are you going to come again while I talk dirty
to you? What are you feeling now, my little slut? Stretch your arms back
behind you and waggle those hot tits at me. That's right, waggle those hot
titties; you're so deeply hypnotized, tell me what you feel down here. Tell
Me!"

Her contractions were resuming, more jerkily now, as I kneaded those tits
and pinched the still-firm nipples gently. "I'm hot, I'm HOT!" she hissed
back at me, as if the words were dragged reluctantly out past her tense
lips. "I'm so... I'm..."

"This dirty talk just Tit...Till...Ates you, doesn't it?" I said, firmly.
"Your nipples are hard, and you feel real... horny... that's right, jiggle
harder, jiggle your legs too, you're horny right between your legs, I
control you completely! Later you're going to come begging your master to
shove his Big Thick Dick right between those legs, aren't you? You're going
to strut your horny butt for your master's eyes, you're going to kneel, and
push that hot ass right up into my face and beg to feel my hot cock, my hot
cock slide right up those cheeks..."

She was into another orgasmic series already. I moved my face up, sucked
and bit her nipples and she cried out. Slid up further, shoved my mouth
against her sweat- soaked armpit, licked and tickled her armpit and neck
and ear, breathed hard into her ear, slickened her neck and shoulder with
saliva, ran my tongue right up the front of her clenched face, over her
squinting eyelids, jammed my tongue tip between her lips, forced her jaw
open and mashed her lips flat with mine.

"Look in my eyes! Tell me now, little slave, babble out to me as you come
and come to my command!" I ordered. "You will beg me to Fuck you. To fuck
you in right into that..."

Her eyes opened, and her taut throat released its burden with a harsh caw.
"Fuck me in my pussy! My pussy! I'm coming, it's heaven, I'm coming over
and over, oh John, oh master, make me comemakemecome..."

"Deeper than Pussy, slave! You Want Master In Your Hot, Deep... Cunt! Say
CUNT!"

She did so, over and over, now crooning, now shouting, now gasping as my
mouth slid all the way down to the above-named apparatus, and savaged all
her parts in ways more suited to the sluttiest pornography than this
delicate work of literature!

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Under an unnamed interstate viaduct, passing motorists could see a maroon
van conversion parked in the shade. Its tinted windows gave no clue as to
the interior. And what about that interior scene? Had they possessed the
old X-Ray Glasses at around 2 PM that day, they would have observed:

That the rear portion of the van was packed with luggage and
strange-looking gear. The two front seats were unoccupied. The mid-portion
of the roomy van was now a bed. Propped up against the rear partition, a
man lay naked, his legs out in front of him, bent at the knee. Against his
thighs were pressed two female buttocks, belonging to his hypnotized lover.
She was facing him, reclining a bit, with her own knees bent open draped
over his. Her sex was pushing up against his own. Closer inspection would
cause our observer to cream his jeans almost immediately!

My cock, only semi-erect, was shiny with her lust-liquid that she was even
now spreading from the thick, very thick protrusion of her inner and outer
labia. My dick was nearly enfolded lengthways by those puffy slabs of meaty
flesh on either side, as one of her hands lazily pulled my flesh inwards,
tucking it into her slit. She occasionally vibrated my spongy cockhead
against the top of her envelope, as her sleepy voice, to my order, talked
of her sexuality:

"... I've gotten so hungry for sex now," she was murmuring, "I thought I
was faithful to Jerry but now, that mmmm, that big thick cock of yours just
feel so right! MMmm, it's my big thick playtoy, Johnny..." mashing me a bit
painfully inward against her pubic bone... "I don't think I ever want to
ummm, to stop, look at me, I'm so shameless!"

Her butt contracted and released, sliding her whole pelvis up and down
before my eyes.

We had been "relaxing" after that last awesome climax, achieved just by
looking at each other, and I had been encouraging my subject to be more
verbal with Jerome, as she had already gotten with me. I had talked about
ways she could gently introduce some of the things she found so exciting,
little by little, into her married life... costumes, oral sex, and so on.
She told me that they both had been very straightforward, with little
imagination, but plenty of love for each other in their bedroom.

"That looks wonderful, darling," I encouraged her. "Just put your head
back, let those luscious titties poke out. What about anal sex? Ever done
it, or thought about it?"

Lazily, without any hesitation, she simply took my question in stride,
shaking her head. "No, it's too dirty, I think. I don't like that idea, not
like THIS..." and she gave my rather feeble erection another inward
"mashing." "Doesn't he want to poke into my hot cunt pretty soon? Cunt,
cunt, CUNT!" pouting and giving the schlong another pelvic jiggle, but she
failed to overcome the flaccidity brought on from four recent orgasms.

"Men might feel challenged and overwhelmed with that kind of talk, Rose," I
pointed out to her. "I know I would if Cecily "dared me to get hard... you
have to accommodate our needs, just as we should find out what YOU want.
With your imagination and ability to enjoy many different things, Jerry can
let you get as many highs as you want, before he takes that 'plunge.' I got
off just watching your bosom jiggle!"

This was a down-slide in erotic tension... I could hypnotically induce more
crises in Rose, but not myself! She'd come... who could count the little
flares and quakes in today's trip alone?

I told her to fall asleep, and her butt sagged downward heavily over my
lap, and her arms fell away to her side. Soon the deep breathing was
whistling through her nostrils, even a light snore puttering sweetly into
my ears. I disengaged, dressed, and continued the drive. After an hour I
had her take over for most of the rest of the day though, and my nude
chauffeuse squired us back into humid grungy civilization before I awoke in
the early evening.

She dressed, and we had a last dinner. Not much conversation, we both felt
exhausted and subdued. Her adventure was coming to a close, and I... I
couldn't grant myself the absolution of amnesia as I was to do for her!

As we reentered the van for the last two-hour drive, the aromas of heavy
sex lay within like a fog, and she held my arm tightly after we squared our
possessions and gear away.

Her arms snaked around my neck, her face tilted up to mine, and a deep kiss
pulled my breath from my lungs to hers.

"You're gonna do it, aren't you?" Meaning the amnesia. How much HAD my
plump, pert companion remembered of the past four days? I would have bet a
lot that I had had her "under my power" completely, but... even as I began
a rapid induction sequence, I thought I caught a glint in her dark brown
eye, a glint that I hadn't expected to see! Then the orbs were shuttered by
her eyelids, and I "played fair" by doing my level best to erase all
memories of sex from her waking mind.

I had to test her, and stiffened her left arm out from her shoulder. It
remained reassuringly steady in stiffness and elevation for twenty miles or
so, I was sure she wasn't in the kind of shape that would make that
catalepsy possible through will alone...

I roused her, with no suggestions of further trances or such, and we
chatted until her subdivision came in view. I backed up her driveway,
Jerome appeared beaming and chuckling to see his beloved. His treasure,
that MIGHT soon surprise him even after fifteen years of marriage!

I drove away in a few minutes, almost unnoticed by Rose. Jerry waved
distractedly good-bye from the midst of a melting kiss from his wife. My
last sight of them for a good many days was as follows:

He's toting her stuff up to their garage. Her arm is around his waist. As I
drive away, her hand jumps down over his butt, and I see him jump,
startled!

Cissy might like to try some hypnotism, I thought to myself, hmmm...

THE END


