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Date: Tue, 12 Dec 1995 09:12:35 UTC
Subject: FZ Story - What I Did With MY Hypno-Box! [01]

This is not intended for, nor should it be read or downloaded by,  
minors. It contains graphic depiction of adult sexual activities. 
There is no force, rape, pedophilia or violence depicted herein. The 
fictional characters do not represent any persons living or dead, but 
are wholly created from FranZAM's fur-tile imagination.




















What I Did With MY Hypno-Box!
An Erotic Novelette 
c. 1995, by FranZAM. All rights reserved, whatever the hell that's 
worth.

This is another LONG exercise in hypnotic fiction. It includes hetero 
and homosexual lust (mm, ff), group sex, a bit of scat, etc.
There is no pedophelia or violence in BOX, only the implied violence 
of mental seduction/conditioning.
There is also very little Literatoor here. It's MindFuck-Fiction. We'll 
get to characters sometime, as soon as we develop some ourselves!

pt 1

     I am an inventor.

(NOTE FROM FranZAM: That's about it for well-rounded 
characterization!)

     I have invented a highly effective (but expensive) induction 
device which I demonstrate at conventions and for private 
physicians.  It is almost totally compelling in its visual effect, and 
results are astounding in the profession.  The device is a swirling 
spiral-light box which also gives out an almost subliminal hum.

     On more than one occasion, I have left this device, turned on, 
sitting on the dresser of my hotel or motel room, and have on 
returning from breakfast, discovered one (or more) cleaning 
personnel standing before the light show... completely mesmerised!

     They are unaware of their surroundings or even of the passage of 
time, and when I turn off the machine, they eventually "snap out" of 
their state, and return to their chores, without remembering 
anything of their hypnosis! 

     Today, when I return from dinner, a room service boy stands 
"captured," blank and glazed, food tray clutched in tight hands, as if 
his unconscious mind is unwilling to drop it.  He is short, trim, with 
dark curly hair, and thick eyebrows.  I approach behind him.

     "What is your name?" I whisper, so as not to startle him awake.  I 
needn't have worried.  I actually have to repeat the question more 
loudly to even get his attention!  The answer comes back, in a 
dreamy murmur:

     "Jeffery Dale."

     "Jeffery?"

     "Mh-hmm."

     "Jeffery, I will let you sleep soon.  I am deep inside your mind, 
you will not awaken until I allow it, you understand?"

     "Mh-hmmm," comes the soft answer, and the curly head nods 
slightly, without breaking his rapt stare at my display.

     "Falling deeper and deeper, more and more relaxed, unable to 
move, think or act without my suggestions.  I will take your tray, 
your hands and arms are heavy and you must lower them straight 
down to your sides.  Good.  Go very very deep now, Jeffery.  Feel my 
fingers on your temples," and I begin a light but insistent circling of 
fingertips along his hairline, "putting you into a deep deep dreammm 
now.  Your eyes are ever sooo heavy, they must close now..." and I 
watch as they obediently sink down and I hear him give a soft, 
shuddering sigh, as I broadened my strokes to include his neck and 
shoulders.

     "Feels sooo gooooood, Jeffery," I drone, "sooo good to fall deeper 
and deeper asleep.  Sleep.  Completely under my control.  You want to 
hear and obey, Jeffery, hear and obey.  I control your sleep, your 
mind, your thoughts and actions.  You feel as if my voice were your 
very own private thoughts."

     I now step back and observe him. His head has nodded down and 
rests loosely upon his chest.  His arms hang down as if they were 
made of lead.  His breathing is soft and slightly trembly, as are his 
eyelids and facial muscles.

     "Why are you in the room?" I query.

     "I... came... to... toooo..." his voice turns dreamlike and almost 
fades out.

     "You came to..." I prompt.

     "To see the machine... Greg told me about it... "  He's really under-
he can barely move his lips!

     "What then?" I continue.  "Answer more clearly, and remain in 
deep, deep sleep."

     The voice is firmer now, but very droning in quality.  "I will go 
home, it's the end... the end of my shiffft..."

     A few more questions elicit that he is not expected this evening 
by family or friends.

     "You feel you must lie down on this bed right behind you."  I say, 
and wait, and after a second his legs stutter to life and carry him 
across the room.  He stretches his form out on one of the beds, and I 
tell him to lie on his back.  I now stroke his temples firmly, feeling 
his neck muscles offer no resistance at all as I move his head this 
way and that.

     "My voice is not a voice.. Jeffery... is is an irresistable force 
deeeep deeeep within you now.  You have absolutely no resistance to 
the voice.  Hear the voice, answer and obey the voice instantly... 
totally.  Now.  Who is the sexiest girl on the hotel staff, Jeffery?"

     His lips form a smile.  "Elizabeth Caine" comes the answer.

     "Do you have a relationship with her?"

     "No, but I think she likes me."

     "Concentrate your mind on Elizabeth now, Jeffery.  You see her 
clearly in your mind.  She is sooo soo very sexy, isn't she?"

     "Ohhh, yeah!"  and I see his lithe body squirm a little.

     "Think about her arms, her legs, her hair... you can almost reach 
out and touch her... and touch her... touch..."  now his hand twitches 
and slides slightly across the bedspread.  "Your arms can move now," 
I continue, "I allow them to move.  You can reach right out and stroke 
her..." 

     Sure enough, first one hand, then the other arcs up into the air as 
he gives a deep sigh of dreamy pleasure.  "You can feeellll her 
skinnnn.... sooo soffftttt... you stroke over and over her warmmm 
flesh, Jeffery, you can feeellll her right now, can't you?"

     "Yehhhhnn..."  and a telltale bulge has appeared in his pants!

     "I will let you stroke her right nowwww with both hands.   That's 
right, very nice... use your palms... use your fingersss... feellll every 
inch of her naked flesh as I allow you to respond completely to your 
dreammm...be aware of nothing except your dream..." and as he obeys, 
his arms now both curling and twisting in front of his face, I 
carefully unzip and loosen his trousers!

        He ignores my action, and I slide them down across his thighs-
lovely thighs, almost hairless, which right now are relaxed and 
motionless.  Although the boy's eyelids are tightly closed, I detect 
movement under them, and indeed, his face is turning slightly as if 
to follow his own private girlie show!  His erection has grown more 
now, and I have to lift the waistband of his shorts outward, so as to 
be able to lower them as well.

     It springs out, a lovely straight penis, uncircumcised... about 6 
inches, and still growing! as I continue to murmur suggestive images 
into his mind.

     "As I let you kiss and strokkke her to your heart's content, you 
may respond deeply to alll that you feel, Jeffery," I intone, and wait.  
His penis is now full and rigid, and begins to twitch, tightening and 
dropping back regularly, as his hands now hold his dream in front of 
his face... his lips part, and he is miming a kiss.  When I see his 
tongue poke out and search blindly in the air, I gently begin the 
lightest of touches along the length of his organ.

     I feel it respond! and hear him take in a quicker panting breath.  
As my palm and fingertips take control of his genitals, he gradually 
stops his arm movements and seems frozen in place, except his head, 
which is questing this way and that as his breathing becomes more 
rapid.

     Now I whisper into one red-flushed ear, "Jeffery, what are you 
feeeeeeellllllinnnnggg?"

     "Unh, unhhh," and I slide his organ right up into my encircling 
fingers, helped by a sharp motion of his own slim hips!

     "Answer and go deep inside her now."

     "I'm fucking her... oh ohh... I'm fuckfuckfuckinggg... ggg... ggg... 
yesssss" His voice turns raspy, then halts.  His mouth freezes open 
in a comic grimace and I feel a sudden warm wetness along my palm.  
He has begun a climax!

     "Uhhhhhh," he grunts again, as his member ceases all its thrusting 
and dollop after dollop of semen bubbles out and over the glans.  I 
spread it gently around his length, and he actually has more left! it 
squirts up in a tiny jet, and then his loins and hips are relaxing, 
sinking back down into the mattress as I carefully continue my 
hypnosis so he will not awaken.

     "Jeffery," I begin softly, and feel one more feeble clenching of 
the member now softening and shortening in my hand.  I spit into my 
palms to maintain lubrication, and continue the softest of milking 
motions, until the shiny tube of flesh lies wrinkled and limp over his 
testicles.  "Jeffery, I controlled your dream, your body, and your 
deepest fantasy... you loved this experience way deep inside, and 
though you will never remember it, your deep self will compel you to 
return tomorrow when your shift is over.  You will not know why, but 
upon looking at the spinning lights you will instantly attain the deep 
state, and you will have to lie on the bed, just as you are now.

     "You will then count backward from twenty, and as your voice 
moves you down, down down... you will become sexually aroused.  You 
will not climax," I cautioned, "and you will not be able to move or 
touch yourself here," (reaching in again to cup his entire package and 
release it) "but just enjoy your body and await the controlling voice.  
Do you understand, Jeffery?"

     "Yes," comes the low murmur between deep, relaxed breaths.

     "Of course you do, Jeffery, you are mine to control.  Sit up now.  
Good.  Stand.  Stand up straight."  I reposess his genitals in my palm.  
"Your eyelids are raising, the eyes are heavy but I am opening them.  
Look straight ahead, see nothing, feel my voice and my fingers."

     I feel a renewed surge as his stuporous gaze wanders aimlessly 
over the wall in front of him.

     "You are going to have another erection soon, Jeffery," I say with 
confidence, "my fingers feel tingly and electric to you, feel them 
now, yes, they tickle and tingle and produce a strong desire now, 
yes, you feel how quickly your erection can come up?"

     The response is feeble, really, but definitely there! as his voice 
drones "Yes."

     "Automatically stiffer and stiffer, stiffer and stiffer, you are 
becoming full and erect now, erect and stiff, stiff as a long tube of 
wood, stiff and excited!" and, when I feel he has really erected as 
much as possible: "...and now I will relax you, Jeffery, yess, under my 
control you feel yourself softening, hanging down loose and limp 
again, heavy loose and limp.  Yes, good!  Say it."

     "Heavy, l-loose... limm..."

     "Limp."

     "Limp."

     "Feels good, makes you want more."

     "Want more..."

     "You will forget now, and return tomorrow."

     "Yes."

     THE NEXT NIGHT

     Upon my entrance to the bedroom the next night, I see that 
Jeffery has obeyed me in every detail!  His form on my bed is 
completely naked; he's taken it upon himself to remove all his 
clothes, and the penis pokes straight up into the air as the legs are 
now wide apart, sometimes bending a little like a frog, and again 
straightening.  Underneath, I can squat down and observe the glutei 
muscles clenching and relaxing.  I drink in the sight, and drop to my 
knees beside his head, now slightly glistening with perspiration.

     "Jeffery..." I speak in a low tone, and the wriggling soon stops, 
and the breath quickens.  "Jeffery, the Voice is heeeeeerrrre."

     His dick surges up again, and its head turns darker red.  His legs 
are stretched straight out now in a taut V.

     "Obey the Voice now, Jeffery," I command in a much louder tone.  
"You are already very very horny, aren't you?"

     "...Yes!" comes a surprisingly loud response.  Indeed, a telltale 
shininess in the soft room light indicates his cock is already leaking 
out fluid!

     "Beg me to let you come."

     "Please let me come!  I have to come.  Please!"

     "Of course, you may now come, Jeffery.  Getting tighter and 
tighter, feeling yourself heavy, thick and burning hot, so tingly there 
right now, trying to hold back, but feeling my voice let you go now..."

     And in a couple moments, his hips lift off the mattress slightly, 
his testicles drawn up, and a little spit of semen arcs out and drops 
onto his lower abdomen.  I take the opportunity to reach under his 
uplifted buttocks, and cup and squeeze them gently.  They are quite 
rigid and strong, his reflexes keep them in the air as he gives up all 
his sweet sweet milk over his loins.

     Soon his spasms are ended, and the harsh breathing deepens and 
the dick is again limp between his legs.  My hands remain beneath his 
ass, and I glory in my ability to lift and maneuver him, probe and 
stroke him, as he lies, mouth still open, asprawl on my bed!

     I test my control, and find that Jeffery (as I already suspected) 
is a perfect subject, having reached a depth of trance wherein I can 
cause sight, touch and smell hallucinations in his docile, obedient 
mind.  I have him stand in front of my chair now, and turn his back to 
me.

     "Bend way over, Jeffery," I say, and shortly he is displaying his 
wrinkly brown anus, his fingers pulling his buttocks apart, right 
before my eyes!  It is not completely clean, there are a couple or 
three dried specks, and a bit of lint clinging to the hairs rimming the 
fascinating aperture.

     I send him into my bathroom to shower, and I follow to make sure 
his stupor remains strong.  I need have no worry, his motions are 
mechanical and languid, and after a short time his body is again 
displayed before me on my bed.

     "I can rouse you, Jeffery," I drone, "and I can send you off into 
sweet healing sleep.  Sleeeep..."

     And the nude form is still, the lips drop open, the breathing 
quickly deepens and the peach-fuzzed abdomen lifts and falls with 
his slumbering breath.  I am erect too!  I  disrobe, and slide up onto 
the bed, straddling his trim body.  My cock is so hard now!  I lift his 
knee, and position myself between his thighs, and my erection is 
now rubbed along his inner thigh, my fingers lift his soft scrotum, 
and my glans nestles itself right alongside his!

     He is limp and unresisting, and I lift his flaccid member and roll 
it along my own tumescence... his damp pubes scratch ever so lightly 
along my cock, it's harder to hold back, I let my own internal 
muscles tighten and loosen, until, quite suddenly...

     I can't stop my own reflex... the cock snaps up, its head pressing 
against his testicles, and my own body gives in to fantasy, and the 
jism burbles hotly into his crevasse, coating his genitals as my hand 
moves my cock about, now sliding it round the slimy flesh until I am 
fully spent.

     I clean him up this time, and doze off for almost an hour.  When I 
waken with a start, I'm worried he may have wakened himself! but he 
slumbers still at my side.  His flesh has dried during our nap, and my 
hand rests itself on his abdomen, then slowly brushes its way 
downward as I rouse him.

     "You may arouse now, Jeffery," I say in a soft singing tone, 
"remain under my spell and hear my orders."  I turn his thoughts to 
his object of desire, and issue some instructions, as I watch his 
penis obediently rise up again.

     "You will find a way to bring Elizabeth here tomorrow," I order, 
and his head nods as I continue my physical contact.  "You will get 
her to watch the lights, and to fall into the spell, just as you do 
automatically now.  Insist she study the lights, and try to get her to 
listen very intently to the sound.  When she is under the spell you 
will know it.  She will not move, her eyes will lose their focus, and 
she will be unable to speak.

     "Jeffery, only then will you let yourself gaze into the lights.  The 
Voice will come again, and you will obey it."

     "Obey it," parrots my slave.

     "Are you becoming horny again, Jeffery?"

     "Yes."

     "Tell me how your cock feels."

     "It kind of aches a lit... ohnhnh... a little" he responds, groaning as 
his erection now quickly attains its full stature.

     "What does it want?"

     "Unh... it... wants to push into a pussy."

     "Elizabeth's pussy is hot and wet."

     "Unh unh unh... hettt..."

     "Do not come, Jeffery, you feel a very skillfull hand alllll 
alonnnggg your hot penis, don't you?  It feels so good!

     "hhhyesss... good..."

     "You will now stand, remain deep as you come right over here, 
yess, and seat yourself in this  soffft sofft chair.  Good. You sink 
down down down.  The chair faces a mirror.  You will look into the 
mirror now.  Good.  What do you see?"

     "Me."

     "Both your arms are rising right up in front of you, that's right, 
up, up.  Good, they are stiff... like your cock.  Stiff and rigid.  You 
cannot move them, cannot bend them even the smallest bit.  Try.  Try 
harder.  What do you see?"

     "NRGHGH!  I'm trying to move my arms, nrhg!  I just can't!" 

     "Stop trying. relax completely, the arms hang down at your sides, 
so limp and soft, it is only your cock that is stiffer stiffer stffer 
now."

     "My cock."

     "Open your legs and look at it in the mirror, Jeffery.  It's 
beautiful, and I will now arouse you to climax.  You will see the 
smooth smooooth hand making you soooo sooo hot you cannot think 
anything else, you will only feeeellll the hand... annnd nowww you 
feeelllll the hand."

     "Unhunhunh yessss, hannnddd..."

     I am kneeling beside his chair.  We both watch in the mirror as 
his loins push up and hs knees fall apart, allowing my palm to freely 
slide over and around his bulging member.

     "Givvve yourself into the hand... watch the hand caress and stiffen 
you... let the hannnnddd do everything to your cock... everythinggggg..." 
I have thought to place some lotion on my palms and now he is 
responding to me! and not to his dream of Elizabeth!

     "Yes... hn hn hn.. hn hn hn.. hnhn" he is attempting to set up a 
rhythm into my squeezing palm, but I frustrated this.

     "I am milllking your coccckkkk."

     "Milking my cock! Ahr!" he's now almost shouting.

     "Quiet, Jeffery," I order quickly, and I slow down my motions.  
Stand again, and face the mirror."  He does so.

     "You will always be helpless when my hands touch you,"  I go on 
now, beginning the caresses anew.  His eyes bulge slightly as he is 
rapt at his display in the glass. "And when I speak you must instantly 
comply.  Do you understand?"  I stop my pleasuring, and his reply is 
eager:

     "Yes, I understand!"

     "Instantly at my complete command..." I grasp the inflamed organ 
and slide down it's length once, feeling the answering surge, as his 
tip swells almost to bursting!

     "Ohhh yesss!" but I stop again, teasing and tantalizing his organ.

     "How does my voice feel to you, Jeffery?" I ask, silkily.

     "Nice... it's nice and kind of soothing," he returns.

     "And you'd never be able to keep from obeying my voice, would 
you?" This along with a firm couple of pumps along his meat. His 
head shakes (along with most of his lower torso)

     "Put your hands on your buttocks now, that's right, feel them 
squeeze and shake as you get closer and closer to coming.  Yes.  Pump 
your butt now, back and forth into my hand.  Pumping your cock into 
my hand."  My other hand cups behind his ass, and feels two hard 
muscular bulges as he begins fucking my hand.

     His knees bend to give his pelvis more swing, and my cupping 
hand is slid deeper between his cheeks as they flex and loosen.  My 
middle finger is rubbing him, so I remove it and lubricate the whole 
hand with lotion and now annoint his inner buttocks as I control his 
whole pelvis now, indeed I am in complete command of his entire 
being for these few moments!  I am careful not to let him come yet.

     "When the cock lets go, Jeffery," I command loudly, "you will help 
it to squirt by holding back just as long as you can..."

     At the word "squirt," I feel a startling tremor in his loins, and my 
manipulating hand is suddenly slipperier!  He has begin to let go too 
soon! 

     I command him to hold back and after a tense moment, when I 
dare not move any part of my fingers, I pull away.  The cock is 
reddened, and is pointing almost directly up at Jeffery's face in the 
mirror!  The rhythmic squeezings have stopped, and the cock does not 
surge up any more, it has reached the limits of endurance.  Another 
small dribble of come, or of pre-come percolates up out from his 
tiny slit.  When no more follow, I hurry on:

     "To squirrrt so hard and so high, and then you will just let 
everything gush up up up and out out out, and here it comes,  hollld 
it, and now..."

     Now my finger has caught itself in the outer pucker of his anus, 
it's too easy, and I hook it slightly, now his own thrustings are 
embedding it little by little, until now it is embedded up to the 
knuckle!

     I move right next to his ear... "You want to squirt it way way up... 
your knees are tight, your thighs are so tight, you are completely 
ready now... a buzzing feeling up and down up and down along your 
whole long cock... the cock is a mile long it is so long and so ready! 
and you will watch as you feel the burnburnburn soo bad ache soo bad 
it is coming up, Jeffery, watch and in a second you will see yourself 
let go... try to hold it in, try so hard so hard..." 

     His belly contracts, his face is purple with his effort, his mouth 
has formed a lopsided "O" of effort.  I now hold the base of his 
member straight out away from his abdomen, circling its base and 
squeezing hard!  I can feel a throbbing pressure behind my grip.  My 
rectal finger is squeezed tightly as well!

      "Silently now, Jeffery," I order, and now just my thumb and 
finger are aiming his member.  My anal finger suddenly circles itself 
about, stirring his sphincter round and round.  The base of his penis 
gives a mighty surge... "just squirt and PUMP!" I order at last puffing 
the command directly into his ear.

     The initial jet hurls across the bureau and plops against the 
mirror with an audible "spat!"  He gives a low anguished "grunt" as if 
he has just passed a large bowel movement!  I stop my manipulation 
for a second.  Another jet and a grunt, this one followed quickly by 
driblets and streams of creamy come, as I soothe him.

     "Millllking and milllllking... causing the most heavennlllyyy 
feeeelllllingsssss..." I whisper...  "ssooo warm, sooo thick milking 
you, you want to flowww up and up and out into my fingers now, you 
want to givvve me your warm, thick creammmm..."

     "....yssssssssss," he whispers in reply and gives down his milk 
freely as I now just toy with his sac and his perineum with 
fingertips.  His hips twist languidly around my still-embedded 
fingertip and now he is spent, and his head drops suddenly sideways 
and down against my shoulder.  He seems to drift off to sleep, and 
again I'm careful to keep him attuned to my voice.

     Soon I have him clean himself up again, and depart, again with 
complete conscious amnesia.  Indeed, during this whole stretch of 
days, I can pass him in the lobby, or speak to him in the hallway, and 
he gives not the slightest hint that he has ever even met me before!

     To be continued.


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Message-ID: <062324Z12121995@anon.penet.fi>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an411379@anon.penet.fi
Reply-To: an411379@anon.penet.fi
Date: Tue, 12 Dec 1995 06:18:57 UTC
Subject: FZ Story - What I Did With MY Hypno-Box! [02]

This is not intended for, nor should it be read or downloaded by,  
minors. It contains graphic depiction of adult sexual activities. 
There is no force, rape, pedophilia or violence depicted herein. The 
fictional characters do not represent any persons living or dead, but 
are wholly created from FranZAM's fur-tile imagination.




















What I Did With MY Hypno-Box!
An Erotic Novelette 
c. 1995, by FranZAM. All rights reserved, whatever the hell that's 
worth.

pt. 2
                                 A Night With Elizabeth

     A small tapping on my door, repeated louder when I do not answer 
at once.  I move to the door quietly, and peep through the fisheye.  
Elizabeth is there, with an ice bucket, and two bottles.  Through the 
distorted lens, her face suddenly looms closer, as she herself tries 
to hear inside my room.  The knock is quite loud, but still I wait.

     I peek again, and see that she seems quite jittery... she is 
shifting from one foot to the other, and her tongue licks her lips 
swiftly, and she is biting her lower lip...

     I answer softly, as if from a distance, "Who is it?"

     Her face relaxes, and I see her sigh.  "Room service, sir!" she 
pipes, and I retreat.

     "I'm in bed, let yourself in, please," I call, and shortly hear her 
passkey turn as I crawl quickly under the covers and prop myself up 
with pillows.

     She flashes a quick smile as she enters.  "Compliments of 
management, sir," she says... "um... they...ah... wanted you to have 
some..."

     She's bought the bubbly herself, obviously!

     "Please turn out the overhead light, won't you?" I request, and she 
moves back to the wall switch immediately.  "Good.  Now what is 
your name?"

     "Elizabeth."

     "Well, Elizabeth, I really want champagne, and I will repay you 
for those bottles before I check out, how's that?"

     "... b-but Sir... the management..." she is flustered and licks her 
lips again.

     "Nonsense, come over with the stuff!" I say in a firm voice, and 
again she does not hesitate.  I have her pour two glasses, and she 
leans over the bedside table, the lamplight revealing that her two 
top buttons or undone on her uniform shirt!  She thinks she is trying 
to seduce me!  She actually gulps her drink down, and almost 
immediately gives a hiccup, then another.  She holds her chest 
tightly.

     "I'm sorry," she giggles archly, "it's gone right to my chest!  
Whoo!"

     "Pour another, and drink it slowly," I suggest, and top up both 
glasses.  She is now seated on the opposite bed, and leans forward 
again to clink glasses.  Our eyes meet, and I see her gulp.

     "I know a sure cure for hiccups," I say in a deep voice, and her 
eyes widen.  "I will relax you first.  No, don't look down... look right 
up here... come on... right here."  And I point between my own eyes, as 
I reach out and cup her chin with my other hand.

     My touch sets off a quiver in her chin, and another little hiccup, 
and I have her sip the champagne again, "but don't look away!" I 
caution.  Now she is smiling as I have her take a deep breath... 
"annnnd another.... good, now a very sloowww, deeep breath, 
Elizabeth... yes, you're starting to relax now, aren't you?"

     "M-hmm!" she says, and wriggles a bit more.

     "Look deeper... you can breathe deeply and slowly now," I continue.  
"Deeper, right into my gaze... it's so easy to look so deeply now..." I 
intone, and I keep my own gaze unfocused and penetrating, as I 
release her chin gently.  Her face remains tilted up in the lamplight 
as she returns my stare.  I sense her bosom rising and falling 
steadily now, with no sign of hiccups!

     "Look deep, Elizabeth, I want you to look sooo deeply that you will 
feel as if you are falling right into my eyes, yes, falling into my 
eyes, nothing else exists except my eyes and voice.  Hear my voice.   
Falling...

     "Now I think I had better examine you, Elizabeth," I continue, and, 
eyes still fixed on mine, not blinking, she gives the slightest of head 
nods.  "Good... you know we call this wonderful feeling you have a 
trance..." another nod... "a hypnotic trance, and you have entered a 
deep trance already... why don't you just reach up and let's undo those 
buttons on your blouse... reaching up... here, I'll take that glass," I 
remark, as her hands jerk right up towards her chest, and I see her 
fingers brush over her bodice as they fumble at the buttons.  The 
shirt falls open slightly, and a pale pink strapless bra appears.

     "...aaannnd the last button now.  Very good.  Elizabeth you are 
feeling relaxed now.  You hear only my voice.  You see only my eyes, 
and you will find it easy to follow all my suggestions."  Another 
little nod.  "I am going to deepen your hypnotic trance now, you will 
watch my fingers and hands as they begin to move in front of you... 
good watch these fingers as they rise up up up..."

     Her eyes follow my wriggling fingertips and roll convincingly 
upwards in her head until more white shows than pupil!

     "Annd now you are deepening more and more," I go on, "there are 
no sounds for you except my voice... my deep, deep voice... and I will 
help you remove your shirt... there, it slips right off your shoulders.  
You feel warm and safe, and... oh, you must feel a little stimulated 
now... I see you are breathing faster."  Indeed, her breath had caught 
as my hands approached her chest, and as her face now is held 
pointing up, the light finds two red spots flaring on her cheekbones!

     "Yes, your chest is moving more rapidly, Elizabeth... and I will let 
you see it... now first I will gently stroke your arms.  There, you may 
This is to deepen and reinforce your hypnosis.  They will feel a little 
buzzy and a little puffy as you find you cannot move them... why don't 
you try?"

     Her bare shoulders give a series of tiny jerks, but her hands don't 
leave her lap.

     "All right, they are deeply relaxed now, but your upper body is 
quivering a little.  Very slowly now, follow my fingers through the 
air... that's right, down, down, I am pulling your eyes down... lowering 
your chin lower and lower deeper and deeper, and you are looking... 
down... there, that's nice, isn't it?  There is your chest.  It's very 
nice.  It's shaking just a little though, so I will help you lose allll 
your nervousness, and just feeeeelll good.  Watch my palms as they 
approach, they will feel warm and good as.. they... jusssst ... hold you 
now."

     And I gently cup each firm little breast, as she gives a sudden 
sigh, and presses forward into my palms.

     "You find you can talk while you remain deeply hypnotized.  How 
do my hands feel on you?"

     "Ohh, they feel wonnnnderfull!"

     "Are they hot?"

     "Yes... hot!  They tingle, too!"  The voice responds easily, just as it 
had last night!

     "They make your breasts tingle..."

     "Yes... (gulp) they feel gooooddd..."

     "Are you feeling a bit aroused?"

     "God, yes!"

     "Do you feel you should allow me to remove your brassiere?  It 
looks as if your breasts are swelling, and it would feel sooo good to 
let them be free..."

     "Yes, please take it off!"  She is bouncing a little on the mattress, 
I feel her bosom jounce around as I reach around and undo the clasps.  
I am careful to maintain contact with her skin, and as I pull the 
brassiere off her head follows the motions as I discard it.  "A-a-a-
h-h-hhh!" comes the soft sigh, and her shoulders flex back in relief.

     And now her soft shoulders, neck and navel are framing an 
enchanting picture.  Two perfect pears, tipped with rosy buttons are 
jutting firmly out into the air.

     "Your bosoms appear very full and tight, Elizabeth... they are 
beautiful, and just look at those tips!  How pink and straight and 
stiff they look... they're jutting out into the room, straight out from 
your beautiful bosom... are they aching a little?"

     "God..."  Her arms twitch and do not lift, but her hands press into 
her lap as if she were supressing a need to pee.  

     "And look at those nipples... yes, it's good to see them, but they 
appear very taut.  Tell me how they feel?"

     "Oh oh ohoh they're aching so bad!  It hurts it feels good, it 
hurts..."

     "Watch my hands again, here they come to make you feell allll 
betterrr..."

     "Annnhhhh.  Ahhnnnnhhh."

     "I am holding your breasts.  I am circling them round and round.  
You want me to caress and stroke them..."

     "Stroke them.... stroke them... stroke them..."

     "Feel them sticking way out and up into the air..."

     "God I never felt them this gooooood..."

     "Let's relieve some of your achiness now, Elizabeth."  My cupped 
hands narrow down to thumb and fingers as I gently flip them over 
her nipples.  She moans and sticks her shoulders back farther, still 
watching my every gesture.

     "Lie backwards now," I order her, and cradle her head while the 
other hand pushes gently backward on her breastbone.  "Your arms 
may leave your lap, they've peen pressing inwards, holding you in... 
what have you been holding?"

     "My... sex... so hot..." Her breasts are thrusting upwards as I 
position her arms straight our from the shoulders.  She lies before 
me, crucified, lush curls tossed sloppily over the bedspread, feet 
still dangling towards the floor.

     "I will attend to your sex later," I say firmly, and she moans 
again.  "We can relieve your ache first with some more manipulation.  
Close your eyes now and feel my touch allll over your breasts."

     "NNNN NNNN NNNHH."

     "Your nipples are soo puckery and tight..."

     "Nipples, ooo oooooo... flipping them... mmmmmooooooannnnnn..."

     "Your deep hum carries right through your body, Elizabeth," I 
croon, now twiddling her nips quite rapidly, and beginning to pinch 
them once in a while.

     "MMMMMMMMM... MMMMMMMMM... MMMMMYYYY 
BODDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYY..."

     Her legs straighten out, and I smell a very pungent sexual aroma 
as I now take the nipples and pull them gently but firmly straight 
outward, elongating her tits as much as their small stature allows.  
Her hips buck once, and again and her moans turn almost to sobs as 
her lower body turns back and forth, pivoting on her wide pelvis.  I 
release her, and hold her under her shoulderblades.  My lips pucker, 
and I nurse each nipple tenderly and deeply as I feel her climax carry 
her through wave after wave of shuddering sighs.

     Finally, I simply watch her as her tension subsides.  Her perfect 
dark-cream complexion is mottled with red patches and misted with 
perspiration, her shaven armpits likewise.

     "You love me to manipulate you."

     As my curved palms wander lightly over her entire torso, now and 
again cupping those treasures of flesh that so excite me, I hear the 
smallest of whispers answering "...yessshhhh..."

     "You feel so relaxed now."

     "Rellllanngs"

     "You will rest a little now, and prepare inwardly for a long night 
of total pleasure.  Rest until I summon you again."

     "...essss..." her breathing deepening and slowing.

     I am starting to loosen her belt when I am startled by the loud 
ringing of the telephone.  Elizabeth remains motionless however, 
thank God!  I answer the call from a colleague across town, then have 
the desk hold all further calls the rest of the night.  My heart 
couldn't take that sort of shock twice!

     The pants are now slid down her thighs and legs.  She is not 
wearing those white J.C. Penney specials tonight!  Across her wide 
hips stretch a very brief pair of light blue panties.  Her sexual odor 
is strong, and the entire teeny strip of silk is saturated with her 
spendings!  The fabric doesn't begin to cover the plentiful genital 
hair, and indeed has worked its way in between her labia from her 
exertions.  I let it remain there.  I rest my head lightly on her belly.  
The nearness of her fragrant pussy piques my senses, and I am 
already sporting a king-size boner!

     I'm too near the point of ejaculation to stop now, and her soft 
helpless nudity is unbelievably energizing!  I have removed my own 
clothing in a trice, and my cock stretches out like a sensitive 
antennae as I climb gently onto the bed.  A few gentle thrusts 
against her pubic mound bring a tiny throb and a droplet of thin 
liquid from me.  As I fight to keep the last of my control, I slide my 
hot pecker up her body (with no response from her at all-she must 
really be zonked!), linger over one breast, then into one smooth-as-
silk armpit, now cool and dry again in the room air.

     Quickly now, I'm going to cream!  I stand over her head (it's 
turned onto one side), and bury my cock in her hair.  That's too much 
and I feel the burn overtake my control.  I kneel beside her face and 
strain my pecker over towards her mouth.  I feel her lips graze me as 
the first wad boils up and out.  Another!  I keep myself shooting 
along her lips, now slippery with my cream, smearing her mouth 
with the discharge...

     When I straighten painfully back up and my breathing subsides, I 
actually see her deep, slow breaths bubbling through the film of 
semen deposited on her lips!

     I lean over and whisper, "sleep, sleep and taste, taste good, taste 
good and sleep..." and her tongue emerges and polishes her mouth 
clean.  There is residue on cheeks and a droplet on her forehead, but I 
let these dry.

     After a quick shower, I fill the tub with very warm water.  I set 
out towels, shampoo and my own hair dryer from my suitcase.

     Kneeling by the slumbering form, I first whisper, then drone my 
next set of commands.

     "Elizabeth you are coming up from sleep, now, you are drowsy but 
you can move.  Yes you can move now, but you are very very deep in a 
trance, aren't you?"

     A nod.  "Mhmm-hmmm."

     "Your trance will not end until tomorrow when you depart... this 
room is your trance room, Elizabeth."

     "MMmmm.. yes... trance room..."

     "You will now enjoy a long, luxurious soak in the bath, it's all 
ready for you.  I suggest you wash out your lingerie, it's soaked with 
your feminine scent, and you'll hang it up to dry.  Pamper yourself, 
use anything you wish.  Shampoo your hair... all your hairs, and as you 
clean yourself you will feel all restraints... allll inhibitions flowing 
right down off your body, when you return, dry, warm and clean, you 
will feel as if you were wide awake...

     "Yet you will want deeply to respond to every suggestion I make. 
you will thrill as I manipulate your body and your mind, Elizabeth, 
this will be a special, special night for you.  Do not use the toilet 
yet.  Take a long, long hot bath, and when you emerge, you will feel 
electric and ready to try anything I say... anything, no shame, no 
blame, no guilt.  Now begin."

     "All right," she answers in a more alert tone, "see you in a bit!" 
and she bounces into the bathroom, where I soon hear her humming 
softly as she splashes about!  If she had any inhibitions, she is 
already shedding them!

     The warmth in the room and the steam from the bath, plus my 
own need to recuperate send me into a light pleasant doze.  After a 
good while I hear the buzz of the hair dryer intrude, and I become 
aware that the tub is draining.

     There is another sound too, she is humming to herself, more like 
a deep moan.  I call out:

     "What are you doing, Elizabeth?"

     "Mmmm. MMMMM. I'm drying my whole self with it.  Hee-hee!  it 
tickles between my legs!" comes the slightly coy, sing-song 
response.  "MMMMM!  And call me Libby, OK?  MMMMMmmaahhhhh!... 
There!  Allll dry!"

     And a nude body jumps out of the bathroom, and displays itself in 
the dim room light.  "Ta-daaaa!"  

     It's as if she is lit up from within!  Her dark flesh glows.  Her 
mop of curls has been brushed and forms a dark, bouncy halo round 
her head.  As she pirouettes with upraised arms, it's as if her pubic 
bush has sprouted too!  The dried, crisp hairs now appear almost as a 
thick, rounded cushion below her gently curving belly.  She rises on 
tiptoes again, and jounces her torso back and forth.  "Whaddaya 
think?"

     "Eliz... ahh, Libby..." I husk out, "you look.... perfect!  I've never seen 
a woman as beautiful as you!  I know why Jeffery can't stop thinking 
about you!"  She beams at me.

     "Jeffery..." she sighs.  "JeffyJeffy's a nice boy... I think... I think 
we fucked last night, didn't we?  Yeah, I sort of remember... you 
made us all horny with your hypno-stuff, and I rode on his cock!"  She 
smiles.  "I'm gonna have some good times with that man again!"

     I approach her, a little hesitantly... I'll never get that air of self-
assuredness unless I hypnotize myself, not in a million years!  She 
smiles coquettishly at me, but when my hand stretches out to her 
waist she presses forward into my embrace.  Yow!  Is it my 
imagination, or is she electrified for real?  Her hands squeeze my 
breath away as she pulls me into her torso.  She giggles as my 
renewed erection prods her in the navel.

     "That's a lovely cock you have, kind sir..." she sings, "I have just 
the place for it!"  My hands are moulding her backside, and she flexes 
her buttocks with a little moan of delight.  "MMM... are you going to 
fuck me now?"  She backs away and her hands bury themselves in her 
bush.  "You got me so horny, it's as if... as iffff... mmmmmm... smell 
me, I'm damp already!"

     The fingers are wriggled under my nose, and there's that pungent 
aroma again!

     "Wait just a bit, Libby, you know I can make you feel good."

     "MMMMM, that's for sure!"

     "Let's talk for a bit."

     "O.K., but I'm really horny!"

     "I prefer words like 'aroused,' 'hot' and 'slick,'" I say.

     "Oooooooo, just the words are sexy when you say 'em!  Mmmmm... 
'ssssssllllliccckkk...' 'arrrrrrousssssed...' mmmm..." her fingers are 
moving around her pubes again.

     "Libby are you masturbating?"

     Instantly the fingers move more methodically.  "MM  mm  mm  
mmp mmph..."

     "Stop, Libby, I want to talk a bit.  Maybe you'll want to let me 
watch, but I want you to talk for a moment."

     She stops, with a little pout, and hops up onto the bed.  She licks 
her fingers.  "O.K."

     "Did you enjoy your bath?"

     "Yes, but I had to... have to pee, and you wouldn't let me."  She's 
perched up on her knees, which are squeezed together as she speaks, 
and she bends a little forward.

     "That's because I know you'll enjoy having me watch you.  Keep 
your knees tight together, and turn your back towards me... that's it!  
Now why don't you just drop onto your elbows and display yourself to 
me."

     That sumptuous bottom is again upthrust towards my face.  The 
hairs around her pussy are already dampened from her diddlings.  The 
anus is a small, pink nub, just visible between all the hair and her 
plush cheeks.  The butt wriggles at me.

     "I gotta pee, really, can't you let me go?" comes the plaintive 
murmur.  "I just gotta pee!"

     I got one of the plentiful bath towels and held it against her butt.  
"In a moment, I'll tell you to let go, and you can let it alllll out, 
Libby."  I dragged the towel through and over her exposed cleft, then 
folded it a few times and held it behind her.  "Open your legs.  More.  
More."  The towel pushed between her thighs, and my other hand 
tickles her rear end.  "All right, your control is softening, softening, 
loosening, and your bladder will..."

     My instructions were interrupted by a firm stream of urine 
hosing downwards and back.  I had to adjust the towel to catch it all!  
The towel was luckily very large, even so, my hands felt warm and 
wet!

     "Ennnnnnnnghh"  she grunted, "that feels soo good!  Did it turn you 
onnnn?" comes a breathy whisper, as I watch her catch her last 
spurts and squirt them out one by one.  Her butt is wiggling, and she 
lifts and drops it, now circling it around.  "It's all very slick and 
hottttt!"

     "Hotter now."

     "Oooo, hotter and hotter!"  I see a finger peep back through her 
slit, and rub itself around the area of the clitoris.

     "What are you doing?"

     "I'm ... mmph... mmph... rubbing myself... mmmpfh..."

     "Why?"

     "'Cause it feels sooo gooood to get off, silly!"

     "You mean to reach a climax."

     "... mmf..mmf..mmf'at's right, honey, and you can watch me!"

     "I want to watch you, because you know that seeing your 
beautiful soft butt get tight and clench up is sooo sexy!  I know you 
want to feel me too," I continue, "so I'll just help you to come in a 
minute, I know you'll like me to watch that very closely... are you 
close yet?"

     "OOOoooo!"

     "Stop."

     "Ooopleeeease don't make me stop!"

     "Stop right now, Libby, you'll like this even better!  Good girl, 
take your fingers away, come and sit over in this comfy chair, yes, 
that one with the armrests."

     She passes by the large mirror on her way, a small pout on her 
face, and catches a glimpse of her proud nudity.  A smile spreads, 
and she looks at her bushy pubes with a giggle.

     "Don't I have lots and lots of hair?  I loovvve to feel it when it's 
realll bushy like now!"  She wiggles her butt at herself.  "Ooooo, it's 
great to feel so freeeee... is my butt too big, what do you think?"  
She bends further over, looking at my face over her back.  What a 
sight!

     "I love to look at your bottom, Libby, I want to do more later 
while you're taking a little nap... you'll see, but right now, I think you 
are feeling sooo sexy, you'd better let me watch you.  Sit down now."  
And taking her hand, I lead her to the chair, seating her on another 
bath towel.

     "Now, while I wash out the towel with all your pee on it," I begin, 
"you must count from 100 backwards til you get to 75.  This will 
make you feel jussst a tiny bit dreamy, and believe me, you will 
enjoy masturbating very much when you start drifting this way.  
When you approach 75, you may feel your eyelids droop jusst a bit, 
they will feel a little drowsy but not too sleepy.  That lovely sexy 
feeling you have will wash alll over your silky skin, and I see you're 
still twitchy," as she is bouncing a little in her chair, thighs pressed 
together tightly, "so begin your count now.

     "100, 99, 98, 97..." she begins, and before she reaches "90" her 
voice has lowered, and the numbers come a little slower.  At "90" I 
have her take a big breath before continuing, then I leave her to go to 
the bathroom with the pungent bath towel.  It has cooled, and the 
ammonia smell is strong as I dump in the tub and rinse it out 
thoroughly, hanging it to drip where it won't make a mess.

     I return to a very different Elizabeth!  She has slouched back 
against the cushions, and her head is resting back against the rest, 
her throat and collarbones exposed, those adorable breasts pointing 
at me, her curvaceous belly rising and falling slowly.  She is 
completely still.

     "Elizazbeth...  Libby..."  I can't resist cupping her breasts and 
caressing her shoulders.  She sighs, but does not react too strongly, 
except one hand comes up and caresses my forearm as I stroke her.

     "mmmhmm..."

     "You have gotten sleepy?"

     "..mmmyeahhh I'mm sleepy all of a sudden..." she's almost 
whispering.

     "I guess that 75 is too deep for now.  Now "90" is your normal 
everyday self," (she nods understanding, though I'm making it all up 
as I go along!) "and after 30 you wouldn't be able to count any more, 
so ... after we masturbate, you will be allowed to sleep, now start at 
75, and count up until you feel as I instructed you earlier.  Come on, 
'75, 76," I prompt, taking a seat on the floor near her feet.  When she 
reaches "83" I stop her.

     Now she is more mobile in her chair.  Her head moves slowly 
around and heavy-lidded eyes search for my face.  "MMMm... therre 
you arrre," comes a throaty murmur.  Her hands are floating around 
her torso, rubbing under an armpit, touching her own throat as she 
tilts back her head again, moving down and fluttering against her 
bosoms.  "I feel hot againnnn..."

     "You are beginning to masturbate, Libby."

     "That's right."

     "Say 'masturbate.'"

     "Mmmmasssturrrbate."  One hand is toying with the pubic hair 
below her belly, and a finger pokes itself into her navel.

     "It's nice to tell me what you're doing."

     "I'mm beginning to mmmasssturbate.  I'm tickling myself, and my 
skin feels smoooothhh and soffffttt..."

     "As you take your time, Libby, tell me about your climax.  When 
you come, when you give, you often spray a liquid out from your 
little opening."

     "I doooo?"  Her eyes open wider a moment, then sag again, but her 
hand plunges right in between her thighs.  "Is it sexy?"

     "Very sexy, and I see that thinking about hot liquid makes you 
feel hot."

     "Ooo yess, I feel way inside me is like, like it's all flowing 
around.  I'mmmmassturbating mmmore now," she goes on, in a higher 
tone, and again I slow her down.

     "Do you notice your spray?"

     "Nnno, nobody's tollld me, and I'm sooo hot I can't feellll it 
happening.. my sprayyyy is hotttt, my sprayyy is hotttt..." she 
attempts to start a rhythm.

     "Not yet, Libby.  When you masturbate, do you mostly keep your 
legs together tight like you do now?"

     "I guess."

     "Yes they're tightly together, so you almost can't reach in."  She 
pouts a little, and her hands move back up to her tits.  "Does it help 
you feel good when they're together?"

     "Yeah, I want to get in now, I'm hot, come on, let me in!"

     "You can get in, go ahead... What feels good about keeping tight 
thighs?  Do you ever give while your thighs are wide apart?"

     Her hand has again disappeared into her delta, while the other 
lazily squeezes first one breast, then the other.  Her nipples are 
erect and full.

     "Nooo I donnn't, noo I don't no I don't..." Her thighs have started 
flexing, and I see tendons in her calves as the feet are twisting 
around a bit.

     "Libby... do you come while you are open?"

     "mmf mmf no."

     "Libby, I  want to watch you come, so your thighs will open now... 
I will let you come in a minute, but now you feel  so dreamy that 
your muscles can't hold together, they are loosening up... loosening 
up... yes, you can't keep shut... as I touch them you will feel so good 
as you open wider... yes, wider, and I will lift your legs over the 
arms of the chair... good,  you may keep masturbating, but now you 
will feel a thrill as I can look way up inside you... way up inside your 
hot liquid center."

     She has slumped forward in the recliner, and her hands are 
moving faster.  Her head is tilted back, and her hips can bounce up as 
her legs flex.

     "I love to look up up up inside you, and you find it thrilling to 
show your deep deep deep self to me.  Open yourself wider.  Now 
imagine that another woman is looking at you... she knows about 
liquid, she knows about deep throbbing that lasts and lasts... she 
loves looking way up inside you... imagine a lovely woman showing 
herself to you now... she's opening up like a flower, she's allll hot 
and furry and liquid is running and flowwing...."

     "Jesus... yes... ohhhh yesssss..."

     "You are arousing her with your display... she wants to see you 
come... she is ready to come too..."

     "Come come comecome... ooooppps I feel it..."

     "Isn't this a gooood way to masturbate?"

     "A good way, a good way, a goodway..."

     "Your thighs are wider and wider..."

     "Widerandahwiderandahwiderandah..."

     "She wants to know what are you touching so fast?"

     "My furry my furry my furry my furry!"

     "Are you rubbing the top of your furry?"

     "rubbing-ubbing-ubbing-ubbing..."

     Her legs straighten out sideways from the armrest, then drop 
downward again to dangle.  Her cunt has opened out and is an angry 
purple color as the lips are bent and twisted gently by her knuckles 
and palm.  One hand is prying the labia apart with stiffened fingers, 
while she stuffs two or three fingers deep inside herself, then again 
draws out to massage her clitoral area.

     I position my head right between her thighs, and watch as she 
apparently reaches climax.  Nothing special is visible over her 
exterior, except the legs stretch straight out to either side, and the 
tendons are very prominent.  The bottom of her buttocks is lifted off 
the seat cushion, and all other motion stops, save for the occasional 
rapid clitoral massage.

     "nnnngh nnnngh ....... nnnngh..."

     "Come for your sister come for your warm loving sister."

     "oooo yessssss!"

     "She is coming too!  There.  You stopped rubbing, and... now you are 
rubbing again."

     "Ahh! anhh! it keeps commminggg!"

     "While you finish, count backwards from 83 to 75 again.  Come on, 
you are winding down now..."

     "Ohhhhhhhhh, it's heavennnnnn to to to to givvve!"

     As she then complies, her ass has already softened, and her fist 
is now just pressing against the inflamed area.  One hand wanders 
back up to her bosom, and as the slickened fingers drift over the 
nipples, yet another surge contorts her sweaty features.  Yet my 
control is strong as ever! for as she drifts down in her count, her 
muscles slacken and her head droops down to lay on her breastbone.

     "Is your climax all done?"

     "..ahhhhyyesss...."

To be continued in part 3


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Date: Tue, 12 Dec 1995 06:18:13 UTC
Subject: FZ Story - What I Did With MY Hypno-Box! [03]

This is not intended for, nor should it be read or downloaded by,  
minors. It contains graphic depiction of adult sexual activities. 
There is no force, rape, pedophilia or violence depicted herein. The 
fictional characters do not represent any persons living or dead, but 
are wholly created from FranZAM's fur-tile imagination.




















What I Did With MY Hypno-Box!
An Erotic Novelette 
c. 1995, by FranZAM. All rights reserved, whatever the hell that's 
worth.

      A Night With Elizabeth (continued)

     "Is your climax all done?"

     "..ahhhhyyesss...."

     "Rest a moment."  I bring hot washcloths and clean towels, and 
gently sponge her entire front.

     "mmmm... thannn youuu... want to sleep now... soo tired..."

     "Yes, you've used a lot of energy, and I will send you to sleep in a 
minute.  Stand up now.  I will wash your neck and back.  Do you have 
to use the toilet?"

     "mmm yes."

     "You have to move your bowels?"

     "mmm-hmmm."

     "Come into the warm bathroom.  Sit on the toilet... No, face the 
wall.  Rest your arms on the tank top.  Slide forward.  You will soon 
have to go badly.  You will be unable to until I allow you to loosen.  
While we wait, I will give you some interesting commands.  First, 
give me your telephone number."  She does, and reveals that she has 
no roommates, but has several close girlfriends.

     "Of course, since you do not remember these sessions, there is 
nothing to tell them about the Voice and Lights...You will completely 
and totally forever forget these lovely sessions from your waking 
mind.  You won't even dream about them.

     "From time to time the Voice may telephone you, and you will 
automatically respond just as if you were right here!  You will enter 
a deep trance, and when I release you you will forget...  Now, over the 
next few weeks your life will be completely normal as it always has 
been."

     "Yes... ummm, I think I have to go now!" Indeed, her fleshy 
backside has begun to squirm a little on the toilet seat.

     "Not yet, Elizabeth... You have found how special hypnotism is, and 
you will, without knowing it, test your girl friends.  I will give you a 
little paper to read that tells you about the hand-clasp test and the 
eye roll test.  You will need to find one or two other friends who 
respond well to these tests, though you will not know why in your 
waking mind.  Do you understand?"

     "Yeah, but please!  I just gotta go!" She's raising her butt off the 
seat now, and I see her squeezing her glutei together.  A drop of pee 
splashes down into the basin.

     "Stick your bottom backwards towards me just a little... arch 
your back a little more... pointing your bottom backwards... going to 
feel good when I let you go..."  Her belly is pressing against the toilet 
tank, her eyes are squinched shut, more drops of urine are escaping 
her control. "Eyes open, stare at the wallpaper, it's blurring, losing 
focus... annnnnd... Good.  You may relieve yourself now."

     In a moment I hear a plopping sound, and I can see several soft 
brown lumps drop into the bowl from between her cheeks.  More 
sighs. "Ohhhhohhhohhh, thank youthankyou!"

     "Settle down on the seat, push it allll out, girl."

     "NNnaaaahhhh..."  Another little soft brown worm or two emerges.  
There is more urine passed too, and now I have her wipe herself, and 
wash her privates carefully.  Her fingers slip around her lathered 
perineum, but she is obviously too spent to become aroused.

     Once rinsed and dried, she is led back to my bed.  She sleepily 
eats a banana and a Fig Newton from the courtesy basket.  I tuck her 
back up against a pillow, and her head sags back against the wall, as 
she murmurs "Good-night."

     "You cannot sleep yet, Libby.  I will soon send you deep asleep 
with my penis."

     "Can't sleep yet?" she complains.

     "'75,76,77,78,79,80,81,82,83,84,85'" I count, and she squirms a 
little, and opens one eye.  "Both eyes will open now." I command, and 
the lids lift slowly.

     "Now you see my erection, that you have yearned for all day."

     "mmmyess."  I can see her legs begin to shift under the covers.

     "You will feel it later tonight.  For now, you must look at it.  It 
will send you to sleep.  Look at it, Libby."

     "mmm it's twitching... it's nice, I want it inside me."

     She reaches out a hand, and holds it.  I feel her soft flesh slide 
along its burgeoning length, and I almost shoot then and there!

     "It's dripping juice, mmmm! I got some on my hannnnd," she 
exclaims teasingly.  She is too awake!

     "Just look now, you will feel it deep inside you later.  Drop your 
hand, Libby.  82.   81... 80.... annnnd 79...."

     Her motions stop, but she is still sleepily fixated on my cock.

     "You want to feel it in your mouth, it will send you deep asleep."  
I instruct.  "Remember that other girls will feel as open and sexual 
as you do now, Libby, it's your duty to find them and let me teach 
them too."  I am twisting my pelvis gently side-to-side, and her eyes 
under swollen lids are following my member back and forth.

     "You will remain hypnotized as long as you are in this room.  But 
now I will.. mmf... climb up so you can watch my penis as I place it 
...mmff... up close to you, your lips are opening, it will feel sooo good 
to verry lighttlyy... mmf.. take it in... look up into my eyes now, and 
enjoy tasting my penis."

     I look down, and see her dark eyes, blinking up at me.  Beneath 
them, my shaft has been encircled by her pursed, thick lips, and I can 
feel its underside being laved and caressed by her tongue.  Her eyes 
close and slowly reopen.  Now she has reached behind to to cradle my 
own buttocks in her hands.

     "Softer now... looser in all your limbs... muscles limp and relaxed, 
getting ready to fall deeeep asleep.  78.   77."

     The hands slip down, only her cheeks pulled in as she sucks me 
gently, gently... I feel her soft bosom as my butt slides across her 
chest

     ".... 71 ... obey me and begin to sleep ... 69 ..."

     As I pull my organ backwards, her tongue emerges slightly from 
her drooping jaw.  Her moist eyeballs are being covered slowly as 
the lids lower under arched brows... now the brows too relax.  I am 
pumping lightly, gently past her lips.  Their pressure slackens as her 
jaw droops.

     "Continue to suck as I cause you to become sooo drowsy... 64.  
Your eyes cannot hold, they are closed.  You will sleep deeply now.   
Only my voice can awaken you.  63.  Deeper.  When you feel my penis 
.... mmf mmf... squirt into you, it will be your ... mmf... count of 50.  
Later you will respond sexually in your deep sleep, but you will not 
awaken until you hear me count for you.  Sleeeep and suck... sleep and 
suck.  60."

     And I hold myself still, tormenting my cock with just its first 
two inches held in her wanting mouth.  I perch myself at a little 
higher angle, and tickle the back of my testicles.  

     Now my hips pump faster, steadier, but still not plunging in...

     "55.... anh  ..  anh   ...  annnnh ... ssssuckkk..." I whisper jerkily.  
Looking down I can't believe it's my old familiar organ!  It looks as 
big as a horse!  Her lips seem stretched as they are pushed in and 
pulled out by my stroking.  I pull till the base of my glans appears, 
her loosening mouth a huge, round "O", her deep breathing sighing 
from her nostrils down onto my cock... 

     "... mmm 54... completely loose and limp nowww... mmf mmffgh,,,, 
fifty-nnnthreeee..."

     I pull out completely, and my cock snaps upwards, rubbing against 
her upper lips, and her mouth remains stretched open! coated with 
her saliva and my own initial dribblings!  And now, the burn!  I place 
my glans again inside the dark, pink gaping target and jiggle her chin 
with a free hand.  Her head is completely limp as I slipppp in, in, in, 
and now up the long tube the long long thick tube the muscles at the 
base are squeezing it up and out, up and out the tube, and I hear her 
make a slight choking sound as the semen flows out and over the 
tongue and into the soft, soft throat and down down downnnn it 
drains, as I milk myself dry, flipping the bulb around and around 
against her tongue... aaaahhhhhhhh!

     I back out slowwwwly, trailing milky threads of cream over her 
lower lip, she's unmoving, her mouth is still fixed in its O, but 
slowly the natural relaxation of the jaw closes her smeared lips, 
and I whisper "ffffif-tyyy."

     There's no discernible change in her, she's deep in sleep now.  I 
kiss her lips and lick them all round.  I savor my own increasing 
weariness as I feel my cock subside again.  I tenderly lift her arm, it 
hangs like a lead pipe in my grasp.  I replace it.  Now, I tuen her 
heavy body over on its stomach, and arrange her limbs comfortably.  
I hear tiny snores puttering from her mouth, as I cock one knee 
slightly, and then I lie down next to her, my head at her feet, with a 
gorgeous view of the swelling mounds of her soft, flattened 
buttocks.  I drift off myself.

     I sleep so well, I don't wake up until nine next morning!  The girl 
is still sound asleep, and I have to speak her name twice to rouse 
her.

     "Elizabeth... you are still hypnotized," I command, "and you will 
always be hypnotized, without realizing it, when I am in your 
presence, or talking to you on the phone.  Do you understand?"  And I 
have pulled down the sheets gently, and fondle her buttocks, to 
which she responds immediately, arching backwards a little as she 
smiles her adoration.

     "Oooh... yes!  I'm always hypnotized with you!"

     "No one else!"

     "Mm-mm, just youuuuummmm.  I'm feeling hot again!"

     "Tuck this pillow underneath your pelvis.  I love to see your 
beautiful, beautiful bottom sticking up into the air... You are soooo 
sexy, Libby"

     "You make me soo hot, I can't stand it!" From her prone position 
she flounces her ass a couple times, and jiggles her glutei 
temptingly up at me.  I blow a stream of air up and down the length 
of her exxposed crack, and then again, as sharply as I can blow.  Her 
knees bunch up behind her, pushing her butt off the pillow, and one of 
her hands follows it up.

     "Stimulate yourself again, Libby, I will let you go home after you 
have had a nice, deep strong climax.  Go on, rub your little furry!  
Spread your thighs more, I can look right up into your hot hot holes 
now.  I see your fingers rubbing your furry, quickly quickly making 
you sooo wet now, and they sliiide back to your other little hole... 
mm-hmmm, and again, good... getting everything soo hot and slippery 
and thick... I can see your beautiful beautiful furry, and your lips as 
your fingers winglle and tinglle around your sex.  Plumper, the lips 
are plumper, they're shiny with your juices... don't forget your cute 
little anus!"

     "You can see inside me?  God, I'm so turned on, I feel like, like, 
like, like..."  Her "record" breaks, and her motions stop for an instant, 
I position myself behind those creamy white thighs, my cockhead is 
flipping against them, now and again I hold it against her so it 
begins to shimmer with her secretions.  She's really putting them 
out now, her thick matting of hairs is soaked and offers no 
resistance as I nose right up against her labia.  I tease her opening, 
beginning to push her cunt lips aside with my rigidity, and she 
squeals, and her fingers attempt to reach back and pull me in.

     "Good girl, you're ready to come now! and here comes a long, hard 
thing that's going to feel so exciting it'll make you rub yourself 
harder."  And my swollen member now pushes its way through the 
jungle, past the swamp and up into her dark dark tunnel.  Instantly 
she lets out a little shriek and thrusts her face down into the 
bunched-up blanket near her head.

     "You don't want to make too much noise, Libby," I caution, "it's 
more fun to do it a little quietly, isn't it?"

     "Ohhhhhhyyyyyyesssssssss!" comes the muffled response, and my 
shaft feels her fingers working her nubbin as she clenches and 
squeezes around me.  I push in up to my hilt and let myself glory in 
her moans and her pleas to "fuck her deep and hard," etc.

     "It feels to you like it's a mile long, pushing and rushing 
up...up...up deeeep inside you, annnd pulling back, on and on, as you are 
so creamy smooopth and plump and hot, rushing soo smooothly right 
uppp inside you, you are a long hot tube, you are aware only of the 
gorgeous cock, it's sooo thick... soo long... soooo rigid..."

     All at once, I'm pulled downwards! I feel her thighs clamp 
together, and her hips drop down onto the pillow.  My cock is 
pinioned between those generous globes of flesh, and I feel as if I'm 
just hanging on for the ride!  The unexpected pressure is a little 
painful, and it keeps me from spending.  She's obviously begun to 
climax, but is squeezing me so tightly that I can't even pull out!

     "Rise up again, now!" I order her sharply, and with a moan, her 
trembling buttocks push me strongly back up into a position of 
animal command.  Now I just let myself thrust in and out in the 
time-honored way.  She has stopped diddling herself, and just 
clutches the bedsheets in both fists, buries her face again in a 
pillow, and surges up again and again to meet me.

     "Loveitloveitloveitloveit..." comes the muffled, rhythmic murmur, 
as I pull back one last time, press in up to my belly, and begin to fill 
her with my hot hot semen.  As I grunt and gasp, I'm stimulated one 
last time by another of her sudden little streams of pee, 
unexpectedly squirting out from her hole over my balls, and making 
her whole rear end even more squishy!

     While lovingly cleaning her up as she rests, ass-high on the bed, I 
remind her that the next time we meet, she will have tried to find 
other suitable subjects for my fantasy.

     ELEVATOR

     Over the next few weeks, I move operations to another city, and 
have no time or opportunity for my sex games.  Memories of my 
young subjects provide me with more than enough stimulation for 
several late-night bouts of masturbation, but I now need them as 
much as they need me, it seems!

     One night during the second week, I telephone Elizabeth's 
apartment, and there is no answer.  The next night she is home.

     "Hello?"

     "Elizabeth this is the Voice, Listen to the Voice, Listen closer... 
closer... and closer... say 'yes.'"

     "...yes..."

     "Are you alone right now in your apartment?"

     "...yes..."

     When you hang up, you will remember only a wrong number."

     "...yes..." the voice is tiny.

     "Remember all my commands in your deep self, I will be with you 
soon.  Say 'goodnight, Master,' and hang up."

     "Goodnight... Master..." comes the voice, almost a whisper, then a 
click.

     Finally, I'm back in town, back in my hotel suite.  One afternoon, 
there's Jeffery, moving from the kitchen to the elevator with a 
room-service tray, and I see he has gone up almost to the top floor.  
I take the next elevator up, and as the doors open, see him walking 
back my way, up the long corridor.  I wait for him at the door, and as 
he slides past me to get to the buttons, it's as though he's never met 
me before!

     I pretend to be waiting too, and board his car.  As we begin our 
descent, I test him:

     "Elevator is slow."

     "Yes, sir."

     "Very slow."  He gives a small smile.

     "I recognize you," I say now, "you're Jeffery."

     "Yes sir," he replies, as we stop to pick up another passenger.

     Upon reaching the lobby, he moves aside to let us off first.  
Instead, I punch the top floor button, and the doors close in our face.

     "Excuse me..." he begins, hesitantly as the car begins its ascent, 
and his arm reaches out towards the buttons.

     Instantly I grasp his wrist, thrust it straight up in the air, and 
speak in a low but forceful tone.

     "You can't lower that wrist it's stuck right up in the air, you hear 
the Voice, the Voice tells you to remain still until I let you awaken, 
you are quickly going deeper, deeper, deeper, and in a moment, when I 
allow your arm to drop, you will return to your duties and forget this 
incident, nod your head to show you understand..."

     His head nods! and I observe his eyes blinking in a confused 
manner, but he seems paralyzed now.

     "Reaching up, up, up, going deep, deep, deep," I intone, and as the 
bell indicating the top floor rings, "the ring makes you ready, the 
ring makes you obey, the Lights and Voice are all you see and hear."

     The car stops, the door opens, whew! there's nobody waiting for 
the elevator!  I must finish in a hurry, before somebody shows up.  
"You will walk, each step pulls you in in in," I chant, and pull him 
slowly but steadily into the hall, around a corner into the stairwell.  
I keep my other hand on his right arm, ensuring that it remains 
stiffly upright.  He follows me right along.  Once in the high 
stairwell, I breathe an inward sigh of relief.

     "Jeffery," I now say, "go instantly to sleep.  Hear nothing but my 
voice.  Your arm is entirely made of steel, it's stuck tight tight tight 
up in the air."

     He looks as if he's been hooked to the ceiling! His eyes are closed, 
and he sways unsteadily.

     Now I hold his other arm out, and "freeze" it as well.

     "You are about to feel very very excited, Jeffery," as I firmly 
reach down and loosen his belt, talking all the while.  "The very 
powerful Hand is ready to make you feelll so good!  You are already 
becoming excited, Jeffery..." and indeed, as I drop his trousers around 
his knees, I see his cock is already semi-erect. It surges up pulse by 
pulse as I continue crooning into his ear.

     "Just feelll that you are ready for my Hand, any moment I will 
touch you, Jeffery, you are as stiff as your arms, aren't you, stiffer 
stiffer stiffer! and you want it, you've missed my Hand so badly, are 
you ready, I will now hold you in my Hand."  And I repossess Jeffery's 
penis, which I soon have clenching and twitching between my 
manipulative fingers. "Feellls sooo good, feel it stroking, stroking... 
and making you feel good, feel and want more and more to feel it 
last forever," I continue, pulling lightly but regularly along his hot 
length.

     I can't resist him, I drop to my knees, and my mouth encircles his 
organ.  I feel it surge and swell slowly and regularly within my lips.  
My fingers have taken possession of his balls, and my other hand 
reaches behind him to cup his beautiful behind.

     He is mine completely, I feel his glutei sway gently back and 
forth, responding to the urgings of my saliva-slick lips and tongue.

     "Feeeellllsss goooddddd," I whisper, and my lips push their way 
down over his bulb again, and again, and as I draw back I hear a 
moan, and his rod has engorged to its ultimate stiffness, thrusting 
towards my mouth, yearning for another slithering slide, which I 
deliver.  "Pop!" the purple head swollen now as it slurps free again.  
Looking upward, I see his hands above his head have fisted tightly as 
if mimicking the fat glans before me, from which a drop or two of 
fluid already have begun leaking out from his slit.

     A few more teasing licks, well-spaced to keep him on the very 
edge of his control, until his abdominal muscles are clenched 
tightly, and his buns feel crushed together, and I rise.  The cock is 
waving and dribbling before my eyes...

     "You can have a lovely hot little come, Jeffery.  Lower your arms, 
hold the railing right now, then back to the elevator where you will 
awaken and forget everything!"

     His freed hands brace on a stair railing, and I watch him pump his 
tight butt back and forth into the air.  His knees bend.  It is but a few 
moments until his backside jerks and freezes, and I see in the dim 
stair lighting droplets being flung out from him into space from his 
shaft.  He is groaning steadily as he fucks the air.  At last he sighs, 
pulls his own trousers up, eyes still closed, then they open blearily, 
and he finds his way back to the waiting elevator.  I reach in, trip 
the switch, and watch as he leans dazedly against the wall as the 
doors separate us.

     LIBBY RECRUITED

     During these days back at the hotel, I have little other time to 
indulge myself physically.  Days are long, and nights are needed for 
sleep.  One afternoon though was unusual, in that there were no 
activities planned for me.  I now had Jeffery dialing my room every 
day to see if I had any more intsructions.  This morning I had told 
him to locate Elizabeth, and bring her up to my room at their earliest 
opportunity.

     I have reset my hypnotic device to be certain of their compliance, 
and when I answer his knock, I immediately tell them both just to 
"please go inside and look on the table."  In a moment I am sure they 
are both mine.  I haven't seen Elizabeth-Libby for quite some time, 
so, I tell her I will have Jeffery treat her while I talk to her.

     Soon they are both nude.  "Jeffery, have you seen how sexy her 
private parts are now?"

     "No."

     "Look at them,  Libby, display yourself to him... You can see her 
sex, can't you?"

     "Yeah, it's dark and kind of pinkish brown!  God, her pussy is thick, 
the lips are really large!"  He's fingering himself as he gazes raptly 
at her... his dick has sprung instantly to attention at the display.

     "Turn and show me now," I order her, sitting down on the floor.  
It's beautiful!  Behind the deep thicket of curls, like an open wound, 
broods a dark, wrinkled series of petals the color of coral.  Who 
could blame the boy, now trying to peek around her for another look! 
certainly not I! my own dick is painful against the leg of my 
trousers, and my mouth has gone dry.

     "Are you sexually excited?" I ask her.  "Look at Jeffery's big, 
thick penis now, just the sight of your furry has made him so very 
hard, go ahead, turn and look at him closely.  Kneel, and talk to his 
big cock as I stimulate your furry."

     "Oh my, what a big, big cock, Jeffery!" she coos, taking it in her 
hands and kissing it playfully.  "Do you want to squirt on me?  You 
do?  I know you do, you're jerking around like mad, ohmmmmmmm..."

     I have lifted her rump, and now as my fingers flutter over the 
back end of her gash, I can see her inner labia pushing out like an 
orchid... there's almost not enough room for them, her outer lips are 
so prominent!  The whole region is radiating heat, and my tongue 
feels like it's touched a hot stove as it laps neatly and carefully 
over and over her length, spreading her moisture throughout, parting 
her hairs with catlike dexterity.

     "Yess, the little weewee is sooo big! soo big ohhhhhmmmm so 
hard and hot, it's so sweet, mplh mplh mmmplch!" as she slurps it's 
length.

     "Climb up on the bed now, Jeffery, I will let you into her now.  
You must slide gently up into her, and take care not to come yet, you 
will reward her for obeying me."

     He scrambles away from her and I have him kneel at the head of 
the bed.

     "Libby, back up now and I will let you feel that beautiful long 
cock again."

     I have Jeffery mount her from behind, and I sit on the floor so I 
can face her, and control events.

     "Nice, slow and regular now, Jeffery," I order him, as I see her 
torso jouncing rather too fast for any sort of control.  "Libby, I am 
now having you fucked, deeply and smoothly.  While I watch you being 
fucked, you will answer me."

     "Ohhhboy, that's gooood!"  I tickle her dangling breasts and tug at 
her nipples, as I feel through them that Jeffery has obeyed me... she 
is not being hammered as much now.

     "You have been secretly testing the women you know.  How have 
you been doing? Have any friends tested high?"

     "mhmmmhmmhmhmmyess."

     "Good!, Jeffery, fuck her a little stronger now, and maybe you 
want to run a fingertip around and around her little brown hole."  I 
cradle her tits as they jiggle around again.  Her head drops and hangs 
down from her shoulders.  He is moaning with delight, and I have to 
order him strongly to stop after ten deep strokes.

     "Tell me more," I now command her.  "Jeffery will just keep you 
pleasantly aroused,by rubbing his thick cock around and around your 
labia.  If you come, just tell us, then go on with your report."

     I have her give me names and addresses.  I ask her which of the 
girls she wishes most to share her pleasure with..."

     "mm dunno ..."

     "Jeffery, pump her again to make her answer.. three, four.  Stop.  
Stop now!  Good, slide out from her and get her whole backside 
slippery with her hot juices.  Slide your barrel around and over.  Dip 
back inside her, paint her ass with your cock."

     "Oh, feels soo good!"

     "You are imagining a friend or two watching your passion right 
now," I insist.  "Who is there? Libby, answer, and you will be fucked."

     "Ummm... Phyllis and umm... Jinny... she likes to hug and kiss me 
sometimes!  Ohh ooo fuck me now Jeffery..."

     "All right, Jeffery, take her like a proud stallion.  Mount your 
mare, push and thrust lovingly in and out in and out..."

     I rise now, and watch the action, masturbating gently, then 
harder as I see her accept his steaming member as it pistons 
backward and forward.  His hands steady her hips, and she is so 
enjoying the encounter that she backs into his thrusts again and 
again.

     "Target your gaze on her anus as you fuck, Jeffery!" I urge, "How 
nice and tight it would feel wrapped around that big hard cock... how 
you'd like to push in allll round you is hot brown muscle 
squeeeeezing your cock, her asshole is jerking you off, you'll dream 
about that Jeffery, think about it now, tickle it with your finger... 
harder, make your finger circle around and around inside her hole.  
When you're ready to come, tell her, and push your whole finger 
inside her bottom hole."

     "I'm gonna come!  I can't wait!  I'm commmming!"  He shouts, and I 
see his rotating index finger slide right up inside her like a rectal 
thermometer.

     "Wiggle your finger, Jeffery, feel it in your cock!"

     "Gahh gahhnnhhhnn..." she squeals, and releases the largest 
shower I've yet seen backwards, drenching their entire area, as 
Jeffery now falls forward over her back, finger and cock still buried 
up to their hilt!  Her own legs collapse as they did with me, and he is 
drawn down flat atop her pillowy buttocks, squeezed, I'm sure, by 
her gluteus muscles, but soon his natural shrinkage and the 
slipperiness of the area enable me to lift him off and turn him on his 
back.

     "Libby, turn over too, lie right next to lovely Jeffery... come on, 
turn your body over... Jeffery, hold over that finger for Libby to 
suck... she's very curious about her own tastes and smells!"

     As her lips close around the digit which until moments ago had 
been buried in her rectum, I gently tickle his scrotal sac, and he 
opens his legs mechanically to give me access.  She groans a little.

     "Uhgh, it's sour..." she murmurs at the taste.

     "Sour but fun as you suck it allll cleannn."

     "Mmmmmm"

     "Your other hole can give you much pleasure, do you see?"

     "Mhmm - hmmm!"

     "The wiggly thing inside you feels good!" and I wiggle his hand a 
couple times before retracting it from her lips. "As you relax very 
deeply now, I'll have Jeffery sleep. 

     "My finger is circling you now, Jeffery."  I am just touching his 
wrinkled, relaxed bag, over and over.  "Feel it, enjoy it, watch it 
circling in your mind, circling around and around... let it send you off 
to sleep.  In an hour you'll wake and leave as usual.

     "Now, Libby, I'm going to talk right into your deepest self about 
your girlfriends."

     "mmm..." her voice is nothing but a whisper.

     "You will find that it is very stimulating to think about women in 
a sexual way... But you must sometimes persuade them, or actually 
seduce them before you can have delicious sex with them.  
Understand?"

     "... think so..."

     "It means that now you have found some exciting women that 
respond to suggestion, you can get them to understand your passion 
for freedom, your passion for sexual thrills, and your obedience to 
the Light, to the Voice..." I am gently massaging her breasts as I 
speak, and I feel her pushing up into my palms.

     "I love women, too..."

     "You want them..."

     "Yes."

     "Do any of the women you tested like photography?"

     "mmm... I think... Phyllis has a camera..."

     "Tell Phyllis that you have an acquaintance who does model 
photography.  Tell her that you are modeling for him.  Invite her to 
come along, that she is welcome to watch, that you'd really like her 
to see this fellow. Repeat."  And I stop my hand motions abruptly. Her 
voice echoes as if she were a tape recorder!

     "Yes, very good," I whisper, and begin gently stroking and rotating 
her boobs again.  She sighs, and her legs begin to flex.

     "Your secret wish is to get her to go to bed with you... you really 
want a beautiful woman to look at all your secret places, and for you 
to see theirs too..."

     "... mmmm... I feel sexy again..."

     "Yes, the thoughts are arousing you again.  Reach down to your 
belly.  Lower.  Pull gently at your secret lips and imagine that 
Phyllis is watching you... you'll feel a nice tingle, and you'll want 
more..."

     I watch as she spreads her legs and begins manipulating her labia.

     "Pull them gently apart... gently, now very lightly just touch 
yourself right on your little nubby... yess there it is, move your 
fingers, hold yourself apart, feel the gentle pressure of her lips, how 
sensitive she is to you..." and I bend down and place my mouth over 
her clitoris.  Her hips push up, and her hands clasp my head, holding 
it against her pubic bone.

     "ooooo Phyllll..."

     "I secretly want you, Elizabeth, darling," I whisper, moving my 
mouth back up to her ear, "but I need to be persuaded... I'll tell you a 
secret way to let me love you..." and as she urges me to tell her, I 
plant tiny kisses on breasts, belly and thighs.

     "You should kind of seduce me, I think watching the lights will 
help me, darling.  Yes, get me to watch to lights, and you can 
persuade me to help in a photo session.  But be soo gentle and slow 
with me... women don't come off so fast as men, do we?"

     "Sometimes I do, Phyll," Elizabeth murmurs in reply to her 
phantom.  "I'm hot right now! Taste meeeee!"  and thrust up her hips 
again, reaching down to part the cunt lips yet again.  I suck near the 
clitoris, and now I can feel it!  It's gotten prominent enough for my 
sensitive mouth to perceive.  She breathes heavily, but I back away 
again.  She gives a childish pout.

     "Not now... I'm too scared," I whisper her.  "You'll have to fool me 
a little, and show me the Lights and seduce me and thennnn... ooo 
Lizzz..."

     She is rubbing herself again, and I speak to her as myself again.

     "Stop masturbating now.  Let your body relax again, and plan to 
bring your friend here soon.  I will help you!  Call me when you have 
set a time, and I'll tell you what to say."  I give her my number, to 
carry in her unconscious mind.  "When you use this number, or have 
anything to do with me, you will of course be automatically in 
trance, Libby."  She nods.

     "Now Jeffery is asleep, and like him you will sleep an hour or so, 
and then depart.  Carry out my orders."

     After a time, they stir, rise and leave the room without a word.

To be continued


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